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Not pictured: Bachira and Shidou who know they’re freaks
❥ the many times you & suna get caught making out at school.
i. case one : the bleachers, during practice.
suna rintarou makes eye contact with you in between each successful block.
you ignore it. or try to. but your thighs are squeezing & he’s licking lips & you’re mean with want so you decide you can’t wait any longer. kita calls for a water break & you call rintarou to the stands. dumb dog doesn’t even hesitate.
“what.”
you mouth a come here & he raises a brow, but his feet shuffle after you regardless. he helps you over when you’re just about to stumble under the bleachers, & before the poor boy can regain a balance of his own you’re shoving him against the wall like he’s sack wheat.
he grabs your thighs like it’s instinct.
sugar lips. sticky gloss. heavy palm that can’t decide between your back & your throat. you’re pulling him deeper by the collar & he’s tapping your inner thigh desperately as if to say ‘baby baby lemme breathe’
“where the hell is suna?!”
but his tongue is down your throat so you don’t hear kita’s yell. suna’s palming your hips & squeezing your waist & you’re gasping his name while thumbing his neck and—
“AYOOOO,”
atsumu’s pointing to both of you with gaping mouth & widened eyes. “kita i found them! they’re doing foreplay under the—!”
you’re mortified. suna on the other hand? doesn’t even bother to wipe your saliva dribbling down his chin. he stares at atsumu with twitching brows & twisted face.
“you’re so annoying,” / “and you’re so in trouble”
atsumu doubles over as kita comes in & drags suna out by the collar. you on the other hand shuffle out quietly, quick to sneak away before you can fall victim to further embarassment.
★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.
offense: EXPLICIT BEHAVIOR IN STUDENT GYM
punishment : banned from entering the gym for a week.
issued by: kita shinsuke, sports president.
‘y/n, i expect better from you. and suna, you’re on probation.’
THEY GET TEASED WITH SOMEONE ELSE
suna's part
character/s: kuroo tetsuro x gn reader
genre/s: angst (if u squint) to fluff, pining :D
warning/s: none
gwen's notes 🤍: alisa haiba supremacy. nekoma loving hours. got this idea from a tiktok. this turned out longer than i intended so other parts will be posted separately.
y'all let this get to almost 400 notes w me typing peace instead of piece jdhddhhs
MASTERLIST | TAGLIST
the game against nohebi concluded in nekoma's favor. the team wanted to go out to dinner to celebrate their win.
you were sat in between kuroo and kenma, as always. you became an unlikely trio when you moved in next door to kenma's and transferred to nekoma for your first year, now on your second. you had been good friends with both boys, and the entirety of the team after they–mostly kuroo–begged you to take up the challenge of being the vbc manager. however, there were feelings which lingered around a certain tall sly captain which you acknowledged wasn't present in any of the other boys you formed a friendship with. with the way he had been acting around you, you thought the same occurred with him.
Kuroo Tetsurou knows how to tie a tie. He wore one every day of high school, after all. It's not a difficult skill to master. Truthfully, he could probably do it in his sleep.
But, all those years ago, you offered so sweetly. It wasn't hard for him to say, sheepishly, "Sure. I'm not too good with these things."
Ever since, it's one of the most cherished parts of his morning routine. He watches as you hold up random ties from his collection, eying them thoughtfully before making your selection. You stand so close to him, your gentle fingers turning up his collar and looping the tie around his neck. He can smell your shampoo, feel the warmth of your skin. Your fingertips brush the sensitive skin of his neck as you make the knot, sending tiny thrills of electricity through him each time.
"There," You always say as you smooth his collar down, "Perfect." You give the knot one final tug, and it's a familiar signal. He closes the gap, pressing a kiss to your lips as you finally let go of the tie.
"Thanks, babe," He always murmurs against your lips before he pulls away.
You always grin. "Have a good day, today."
He thinks he's done well, all these years, hiding the truth from you. His one harmless fib.
It's his cousin's wedding. He's surprised to learn how many of the groomsmen really don't know how to tie a tie. He's going around the room, tying one tie after another, when he hears a familiar voice just inside the door. Freezing halfway though the final one, he slowly turns, caught in the act. You're crossing the room before he can even begin to feel foolish.
"I always knew, you know," You say simply, a teasing smile making your eyes dance. You tug the tie draped loosely around his own neck, the one he'd been saving for last. "Need a little help with that?"
As you carefully tie the tie for him, then tug him down for a sweet kiss, he thinks he might be falling in love with you all over again.
(part 2)
breathtaking
wc: 0.6k content warning: kuroo x reader, smut, chokehold in dem biceeeps xD, creampie not proofread, i miss kurooo
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m-mmph..! you groaned between kuroo's beefy arms that wrapped around your neck.
"..can't take it?" kuroo chuckled sinfully, feeling his hot tongue lick your ear which sent shivers down your spine.
you could feel him all around you, his heavy bare weight sitting right on top of you as kuroo thrusted his cock inside you. it was like he was molding you to his size with each time his pistoned his hips further and further into your pussy that ached to be filled.
it's been over an hour of continuous skin on skin slapping that echoed throughout the entire room as your bodies radiated an unbearable heat that mixed together like the fluids your bodies secreted. and you loved every bit of it despite being so physically exhausted.
"n-no.. i want mo—more!" you cracked a whimper, face all flushed and eyes rolling back into your head.
course, kuroo couldn't help but flash that toothy smirk, taking it like a challenge as the grip of chokehold got tighter around that head of yours with wet hairs clinging onto your forehead.
with one big thrust he's got you fucked out of your mind as you let out a loud moan. your gummy walls clung onto him for dear life, gripping him with all the strength your body could muster. gosh, the room filled with exotic moans and slapping just like watching porno.
so loud in fact, kuroo's got himself slipping his fingers into your mouth. with his thick digits playing with your hot and wet tongue, you can't help but feel so cock drunk as you sucked them bone dry. drooling at the edges of your mouth as stimulation from below rose to the top, you can feel your core heating with every thrust.
"h-hmmph.." and "ngh..!" were the only sounds that were able to come out of your stuffed mouth throughout each and every movement.
reaching deeper depths inside of you, kuroo's grip intense and bruising but you could care less. feeling the tip of his cock bully your cervix made your whole body shiver with the sheen layer of sweat that dripped onto the mattress like how your mind was rippling with ecstacy.
"y'so fucking tight.. wrapped around me like that... squeezing me like that.." kuroo kissed your flushed burning cheek as he continued to shove your hole with his dick.
"i mmight just cum a-again," he blew air on your face, while feeling his arms tighten around your neck like he was going to cut off your oxygen supply.
kuroo was repeatedly hitting all of your sweet spots in the process of bruising your cervix, to which already made you twitch and burst your bubble all over his cock. with legs trembling under his touch, each stroke was torturous and overstimulating to the point where you couldn't bare a thought without being full of kuroo in even a second.
a couple more grunts and thrusts, kuroo's flooding your pulsating walls with his white paint, painting them with white all over as his muscles tenses up all around you before relaxing after his climax. it was like hot lava gushing inside you, making you feel so stuffed and full right.
pulling out his red hot tip, kuroo's got his essence trickling down your thighs—catching beads of sweat in the process. removing his chokehold, you collapse into the mattress panting for air as kuroo watches you; head down, ass up, and full of his dripping cum.
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:: kuroo who is totally not just a friend [ mix of a few random scenarios ] ⋆ #2589 w ⨟ guys i hate people in love this is way too domestic.
You don’t even remember how you started being friends with kuroo, all you do remember is that you saw that smirk of his around campus a few times and suddenly you were hanging out together almost everyday, and you’ve always loved his outgoing and fun persona that he put up. And you also don’t know when everything started to feel like routine with him.
⋆ ¹ assignments
"tetsu' stop messing around and finish your assignment," you say in a stern voice, it was one of the many times you and him go to your fav cafe to get some stuff done while just existing in each others orbits, but he has been paying no mind to his opened laptop and instead mindlessly going around his phone and sometimes poking you for fun.
"Okay mom," he groans and goes to his laptop. Honestly he has just been trying to get your attention this whole time.
You give him a deadpan look, and he sheepishly smiles at you, as you were about to look away and roll your eyes at him, you notice his crooked collar. You scoot over, arms coming up to straighten up the colar of his shirt rather aggressively as he just stares at you.
Will you let him be your date? 😋
bwhdhshs I NEED HIIIM!!!!
Referenced this twt / panels btw:
ALLLSSOOO GUYYYS LOOK AT MY CUTE DATE
when you're trying to find a good fanfic to read but your tumblr fyp is genuinly shit
not a virgin
your roommate has been running her mouth to her now ex-boyfriend that you were a nerdy little virgin, and after they broke up you let kuroo find out if she's telling the truth.
starring. kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader
genre: fluff, romance, smut, timeskip!kuroo
wc: 9.7k
warning: 18+ mdni., smut. nsfw. unprotected sex. cunnilingus. some themes of exhibitionism (?). cheating. mentions foursome. detailed smut. tit play. oral (f and m!receiving). face sitting. creampie. p in v. pwp (?). kuroo and reader matches each others freaks.
please please PLEASE do a part 2 of the 'nerd ya out' fic i need more😞💓
☆ nerd ya... in?!
— a haikyuu fanfic // you might have feeling for the class nerd.
continuation of nerd ya out! synopsis: your class nerd, kuroo tetsurou was supposed to be a commodity, use 'n throw for whenever you wanted your assignments done. however, seems like things are changing for the two of you. pairing: afab! mean!reader x nerd!kuroo wc: 6.6k (what was that about it being a short drabble? yeah.) cw: shimizu, fratboy! oikawa, fratboy! iwaizumi cameo. kuroo kinda goes feral?? sm*t. p in v. jealousy. dom!kuroo. mean!kuroo. cre*mpie. marathon. p*ssy spanking. egd*ng. overst*mulation. multiple position. multiple org*sms [both m, f]. crying. b*mbofication. that's it??? let me know if i missed any :p old m.list | new m.list
☆ assignment 42.
"if anyone—" your eyes widen to emphasize, your body juts forward as you jab your index finger right into his solid chest. "and i mean, anyone asks if I was with you tonight, what do you say?"
kuroo blinks at you, slow to react. "that I haven't seen you."
"if I was with you last night?"
"same answer." he scratches the back of his head — still naked, on his bed where you two had fucked not twenty minutes prior. his neck and face are still flushed, hair a mess of his usual spikes and the ones you had tugged and formed.
"okay, and if i was with you the day i was supposed to be at oikawa's houseparty?"
kuroo obediently answers, "same answer, still."
"okay." you breath in deeply, "also remember to add that we haven't seen each other in a very long time." you add strictly. "add that. add that we haven't seen each other in a long, looong time."
☆ nerd ya out!
— a haikyuu fanfic // you strike a deal with the class nerd.
synopsis: you decided to strike a deal with that nerd in your class, kuroo tetsurou. pairing: afab mean girl!reader x nerd!kuroo [uni AU] wc: 6.1k (i honestly thought it was longer)cw: NOT PROOFREAD. mean girl x nerd dynamics. switch!kuroo. feral kuroo. he's a YEARNERRRR with ZERO sexual knowledge. crackfic if you squint. they're both sorta dumb. nsfw includes: c*nnilingus, "teaching s*x", p in v, raw, overst*mulation, sq*irting, marathon s*x, switch kuroo, dom-ish hypers*xual reader, multiple org*sms, f*ngering, semi-public mast*rbation. let me know if i missed any :p part 2!! old m.list | new m.list
☆ assignment 01.
when kuroo tetsurou raised his head up, his cheeks were flushed, hair spiky with sweat beading on his temple, and chin and full lips dripping with your sex. the bottom rim of his glasses were coated in your slick. he heaved, chest raising up and down as he looked at you with anticipation burning through his chest, "w-was that good...?"
you let the question hang in the air for a minute. his dorm room — in which you're both currently holed up — was small. the white of the walls was bland, the fan rotated with a soft creak, and the light on the ceiling flickered sometimes. his bed was small, too small to fit the two of you together. you weren't sure why you were even here. oh, wait. right. to repay him for doing your assignments.
━━━☆⭒
DOUBLE TROUBLE
(frat!gojo x nerd!gojo x afab! reader)
warnings : smut , threesome, twincest (they never touch eachother, but they’re both inside you at different points), fratboy dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, unprotected sex, oral (f! receiving x2), overstimulation, creampie, spitting, light choking, both gojo’s absolute obsessed with reader, reader is a stem major and stressed
summary: you’ve been crushing on the campus nerd satoru gojo for months. he’s quiet, wears glasses, always reading books. but at the biggest frat party of the semester, you stumble into the wrong gojo… or maybe the right one? turns out there’s two of them, identical in every way except ones a cocky fratboy and the other one is a shy genius. and tonight they both want you.
art creds and inspiration from toriiartz_ on tiktok
you were gonna lose your mind.
finals week was a nightmare. it had you downing five energy drinks a week and you had a lot of sleepless nights. your desk was buried under textbooks on quantum mechanics, organic chemistry notes scribbled in frantic handwriting, and a laptop screen glowing with unsolved problem sets. as a second year STEM major, you’d signed up for this hell, but that didn’t make it any easier. your roommate dragged you out tonight, insisted you needed a break. “two hours maximum!” she said. “just to blow off steam.”
the frat house was sigma chi or whatever generic greek letters were plastered on the banner outside. as you entered all you heard was pulsing bass heavy music that rattled your bones. bodies pressed together in the dim lights, red solo cups everywhere, the air thick with sweat, cheap cologne, and spilled beer. you weren’t a party person. you were the girl who aced exams and tutored freshman for extra cash, not the one who grinded on strangers in basements.
but here you were, nursing a drink in the corner of the living room, trying to ignore the pounding headache from lack of sleep. your roommate hate vanished into the crowd twenty minutes ago, leaving you alone with your thoughts. you scanned the room, debating whether to just uber home and pull another all nighter.
that’s when you saw him.
leaning against the wall near the staircase looking completely out of place. tall—god, ridiculously tall. he had snow white white hair that fell messily over his forehead, and striking blue eyes hidden behind a pair of round glasses that screamed “geek”. he wore a simple black hoodie and jeans, no flashy jewelry or frat gear, just fiddling with his phone like he was checking emails or something academic. he was gorgeous in that effortless way, sharp jawless, pale skin, broad shoulders that his hoodie couldn’t quite hide.
you needed a drink. or human interaction that wasn’t about professor grilling you on thermodynamics. screwing up your courage, you weaved through the crowd and approached him. “hey.” you said, raising your voice over the obnoxious loud music. “you looked as thrilled to be here as i am.”
he glanced up, those bright blue eyes widening slightly behind his glasses. a faint blush crept up his cheeks, which you thought was cute. “oh, uh, yeah. parties aren’t really my thing. my… brother dragged me here. said i needed to ‘socialize’ or whatever.” he scratched the back of his neck, smiling shyly. “i’m satoru.”
“y/n.” you replied, smiling back. you never thought you would meet someone normal here. “i’m a stem major. this is my idea of hell, but my roommate abandoned me.” his eyes lit up. “stem? what field? i’m in physics—astrophysics focus. black holes, quantum entanglement, that kind of stuff. it’s fascinating how—sorry, i ramble when i’m nervous.”
you laughed, genuinely for the first time in days. “no, keep going, i’m in bioengineering. entanglement sounds way cooler than protein folding right now. i have three finals next week and i haven’t sleep in days.”
satoru pushed off the wall, stepping closer so you could hear him better. he smelled clean, like fresh laundry and a hint of mint. “stressed out, huh? i get it. my brothers the opposite, he lives for these kind of parties. i’m pretty sure he’s co-hosting this one. i’d rather be in the library or stargazing.” he adjusted his glasses, peering at you with genuine interest. “you look like you could use a real break. want to talk shop? or.. i don’t know, escape to someplace quieter?”
you bit your lip. he was cute. sweet. the kind of guy who probably aced everything without trying and still blushed when talking to girls. “quieter sounds amazing. but first, i need a refill.” you held up your empty cup.
he nodded “kitchen’s that way. i’ll come with, i don’t want you getting lost in this mess.”
you chatted as you walked, him explaining some wild theory about parallel universes that actually made some sense and distracted you from your impending doom. the kitchen was crowded, people shouting over the counter for drinks. you poured yourself something strong, turning to hand satoru a cup—
and froze.
there he was. leaning against the fridge. smirking like he owned the place. same hair, but styled messily upwards, no glasses, obscuring those piercing blue eyes that locked on you instantly. same tall, built frame, but this one screamed confident. black button up shirt that opened at the collar, sleeves rolled up to show toned forearms, jeans hugging the hip. a chain necklace glinted under the lights. he was surrounded by a group of giggling girls and frat bros, but his gaze cut straight through the crowd to you.
“hey, pretty girl,” he drawled, voice smooth and teasing. “lost? or just looking for some fun.”
you mouth went dry. he looked exactly like satoru, but not…? this version radiated cocky energy, the kind that made your stomach flip. “i…what?” you stammered, glancing between the cup in your hand and to him. hallucinating from stress? too much vodka?
he pushed off the fridge, sauntering over with a grin that was all teeth and mischief. “satoru, but you can call me toru if you’re feeling friendly.” he winked, leaning in close enough that you caught his scent—expensive cologne, something spicy and intoxicating. “what’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone?”
before you could respond, a hand gently touched your elbow. the nerdy satoru, the one you’d just been talking to appeared at your side, looking bewildered. “hey, what the—toru? i thought you left.”
the cocky one, toru? laughed, loud and unbothered. “nah, i’ve been here all night. hosting this shitshow, remember? who’s your friend?” his eyes went towards you appreciatively, lingering on your legs, your chest. “damn, she’s gorgeous. you finally talk to a girl without stuttering.”
satoru blush deepened. “shut up. we were just talking. she’s a stem major. smart, unlike you.”
toru’s grin widened. “oh? beauty and brains? my favorite combo.” he stepped closer, crowding your space without touching you. “are you confused, sweetheart? yeah we’re twins, except he’s the boring one who hides behind books and glasses.”
“twins?” you echoed. brain short circuiting. two of them? both gorgeous, both named satoru gojo? their mother was definitely out of name ideas. the universe was mocking you.
satoru sighed, adjusting his glasses. “yeah, fraternal. he’s the older one by like three minutes. thinks that makes him the boss.”
toru slung an arm around his twins shoulders ignoring the way satoru shrugged it off. “come on toru junior. don’t hog her. she’s stressed, look at those pretty eyes, all tired from studying. we could help with that.”
you swallowed hard. the banter between them was electric, teasing but familiar. toru was all bold flirtation, dirty promises in his smirk. satoru, quiet, sweet, but with a spark in his eyes now that his brother was here.
“help… how?” you asked, voice smaller than intended. toru leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “upstairs. private party. just you, me, and my nerdy counterpart. bet we can make you forget about all those finals.”
satoru met your eyes, hesitant but intrigued. “if… if you want. no pressure. but yeah. we could… have fun.”
your heart raced. this is insane. reckless. but you were so tired, so wound up, and they were both looking at you like you were the only person in the room. two identical faces, two version of the same devastating man.
“… okay,” you whispered.
toru’s grin turned predatory. “atta girl.” they led you upstairs. toru in front. hand on your lower back, possessive and guiding. satoru behind, his fingers brushing yours reassuringly. the bedroom door clicked shut behind you, muffling the party noise.
it was a typical frat room. messy, posters on the wall, king bed that looked suspiciously high quality. toru locked the door, turning to you with that smirk. “so, pretty girl. what’s your name?”
“y/n,” you said, breath hitching as he stepped close. “y/n..” he repeated, tilting your chin up. “stressed little stem nerd, huh?” bet you’ve been working so hard. good girl like you deserves a reward.”
behind you satoru pressed against your back hands tentative on your hips. “we’ll take care of you,” he murmured, voice softer but no less intense.
toru chuckled. “listen to him, getting bold. strip her, let’s see what we’re working with.” satori’s hand slid under your shirt, slow and reverent, pulling it over your head. toru watched, eyes dark. “fuck, look at you. perfect tits.” he cupped them through your bra, thumbs teasing your nipples until you gasped.
you were sandwiched between them now, toru’s touch was confident, satoru’s was gemlte. it was overwhelming, the contrast was driving you crazy. toru kissed you first, rough and demanding. his tongue entered your mouth like he owned it. satoru kissed your neck, soft and exploratory. glasses fogging slightly against your skin.
“bed,” toru commanded, breaking the kiss. he pushed you gently onto the mattress, both of them crawling all over you. they worked in tandem, stripping you bare. toru yanked off your jeans, smirking at your underwear. “soaked already? you’re so needy.”
satoru blushed but didn’t disagree, eyes wide behind his glasses as he took in your body. “you’re beautiful,” he whispered, almost awed.
toru spread your legs, settling between them. “gonna eat your pretty pussy first. make sure you scream for us.”
he dove in without warning, tongue flat and licking up a stripe with your folds, groaning at your taste. “fuck, so sweet.”
you arched, moaning loudly. satoru watched for a moment, then leaned down to kiss you deeply, swallowing your sounds. his hand cupped your breast, pinching gently.
toru was relentless—sucking your clit, two fingers sliding inside you easily. “so tight. can’t wait to stretch you out.”
satoru pulled back, eyes dark. “my turn,” he said softly, surprising you both. toru lifted his head, chin glistening. “oh? geek wants a taste?” he moved aside, letting his twin take his place.
satoru’s approach was different—slow, methodical, like he was studying you. he licked tentatively at first, then with growing confidence, tongue circling your clit perfectly. “like that?” he asked, voice muffled.
“yes—oh god, yes.”
toru knelt beside you, stroking his cock through his jeans. “look at you, taking his mouth so well. good girl.” they switched again, toru making you come hard on his tongue, fingers curling just right. satoru praised you through it: “so good. come for us, y/n. you’re doing amazing.”
overstimulated already, tears pricked your eyes. “too much—”
toru laughed. “too much? baby, we’re just starting.”
he flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up. satoru removed his glasses, setting them aside, hair falling into his eyes as he watched.
toru spat on your pussy, rubbing it in. “gonna fuck you now. you want my big cock, huh? say it.”
“please…i need you.” you whimpered.
he thrust in—huge, stretching you deliciously. “fuck, so tight. taking me so well. Look at you, little stem slut, creaming on frat boy cock.”
satoru stroked your hair. “you’re perfect. so pretty when vocal like this.”
toru pounded into you, seemingly more turned on from your moans. hand light around your throat from behind. “choke on it a little—yeah, good girl.”
he pulled out suddenly, flipping you over. “your turn, bro. fill her up. satoru hesitated, then positioned himself. he was just as big—maybe bigger—sliding in slowly. “oh… fuck. you feel incredible.”
he was gentler at first, but built up, eyes locked on yours. “so good… y/n..” toru watched, stroking himself. “pound her harder. she can take it.” satoru did, losing control, hips snapping. “gonna come inside you..”
“do it,” toru growled.
satoru came with a groan, filing you deep. leaking as he pulled out. toru immediately took his place, thrusting back in. “mixing our cum in you, filthy.”
he fucked you through another orgasm, overstimulating you until you sobbed. “too sensitive—”
“one more,” he demanded, thumb on your clit. satoru kissed you, murmuring praise. “you’re so strong. so beautiful. come again for us.”
toru grabbed your soaked panties from the floor, using them to lightly bind your wrists above your head. “keep those there. don’t move.” he choked you lightly again, spitting into your open mouth. “swallow.”
you did, coming hard around him. he followed, creampie number two, groaning your name.
they untied you gently, cleaning you up with surprising care. toru pulled you against his chest, Satoru spooning from behind.
“finals?” toru teased. “what finals?”
satoru chuckled softly. “we could… tutor you. if you want.” you laughed weakly, exhausted and sated. “deal.”
end notes : came out of retirement to post this one shot , hope u enjoyed!!! happy new year <3
hi hi hi, LOVED YOUR HCS N FLUFFS, can we get a haikyuu hc (any characters !! hehe wouldn't mind anyone) where the reader hugs their plushies instead of like cuddling w them, and n they suddenly got jealous n pouty 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 thank you so so so much, happy writing 🫶🏻🎀
" HUG ME! "
summary. you hug your plushie instead of them
characters. kenma, bokuto, kuroo, akaashi
warnings. gn!reader, none!
a/n. hi, tysm!!! hope these characters are fine! (unintentionally did the duos on nekoma and fukurodani oops)
KENMA
☆ he got you the stuffed animal, so it’s partly his fault. however, that doesn’t stop him from glaring daggers at it whenever you weren’t looking. it’s a cat plushie, one that you’d been wanting for a while, so of course he ordered it for you. he surprised you with it this morning, and you haven’t let go of the damn thing.
neighbour!kuroo who leaves his house running a little bit late; his tie still unbound, suit jacket hectically tugged on, and yuck, the shoe horn digging in his ankle, trying to fit into the leather shoes.
cursing under his breath at himself, stomach grumbling because he missed breakfast, only to find you sitting on the ground one door over in front of your boyfriend's home, looking worse for wear. nose running, shut eyes, shallow breaths through your mouth.
"hey, uh, you alright?"
kuroo is patient. too patient.
kuroo's the kind of guy who can sit with silence and wait for it to soften. for weeks, maybe months, he’s been giving you room, letting you speak when you’re ready, stepping back when you seem overwhelmed. he knows your fear of being held too tightly and he never pushes you for more than you can give.
but even the gentlest patience frays when it’s met only with escape.
tonight, you throw up your walls again. it was not loud, not dramatic. just… distant.
a quiet, cold retreat behind familiar lines like:
the self-pitying kind that goes “you should be with someone easier.”
or “I don’t need you to stay.”
or something cold “I don’t care if you go.”
your voice tries to sound bored, but it wobbles with fear.
and kuroo just stands there with his hands in his pockets, shoulders slouched, like someone who’s been running the same emotional marathon again and again. he isn’t angry and that somehow makes it worse.
he just murmurs. “I know what you’re doing.”
you don’t look at him when he finishes his sentence. because you can’t.
the air is thick with everything you can’t say.
"stay, please. I’m scared. I’m sorry." but the words don't come out of your mouth, you just bite your lip to keep it from coming out.
there's a long pause that fills the room. he nods once, slow. not disappointed, just tired.
“I can’t fight you for a place in your life if you keep throwing me out of it.”
it’s the gentlest surrender you’ve ever heard. and it breaks your heart.
he grabs his coat. there were no doors that slammed. no raised voice. no guilt-tripping.
just quiet footsteps and an exhale that sounds like defeat.
when the door closes, the silence is unbearable, empty even.
you slide down to the floor because your chest hurts in that sharp, breaking way.
and you finally realize that pushing him away didn’t protect you from losing him.
it only caused it.
and now kuroo is outside, leaning against your closed door, eyes shut tight, jaw clenched.
not sure if he’s walking away for the night or for good.
he didn’t leave because he stopped loving you. he left because you wouldn’t let him.
#man
how i feel searching up “haikyuu x reader” on tumblr at least 30 times a day
cat got ur tongue?
in which his cat slips into ur apartment uninvited
featuring.ᐟ suna rintarou
a/n: ok i know the cat's name is cringy but i just couldn't think of anything else don't come at me