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[katsuchans]

☁︎ hello, this is emma and i write sfw self-indulgent drabbles for haikyuu, mha and jjk! (mostly on a bakugou brainrot though brr brr) my inbox is always open for chat and requests/suggestions. ♡

masterlist. (updated: 10/30/2021)

haikyuu.

jujutsu kaisen.

my hero academia.

tokyo revengers.

[byunbqbes]

WHEN THEY REALISE YOU'RE THE ONE

♡ osamu realises he loves you when he reserves the last piece of his favourite cake, last bite of onigiri just for you, even getting angry at atsumu once when the mochi he made for you disappeared in the fridge. he decides that he can make your favourite desserts forever if that meant he could spend forever with you.

♡ akaashi knew you were the one when his eyes involuntarily scan a crowded room for you. when he can't find you, he immediately calls you and lets your voice guide him to you, heart stuttering when his eyes meets yours from across the room.

♡ kuroo knew that he loved you when he finds himself looking forward to going home to you, to burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling your sweet lavender scent. when you run your fingers through his hair, he swears he can bear more shitty days at work if he could come home to your warm embrace.

♡ iwaizumi realises he loves you in the simplest moments, when he looks to your side and sees your smile illuminating the room, tugging the corner of his lips upwards. he wants to remember this moment forever and memorise the way the sun hits your face in such a warm, beautiful, ethereal way.

♡ kageyama knew you were the one when he feels your fingers interlace his right before a match. he loves you even more when he feels your thumb running along his knuckles soothingly as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear, calming his roaring nerves with your soft presence.

♡ bokuto realised that he was in love when he couldn't hold himself back from littering featherlight kisses all over your face or control the way his heart tightens in his chest when you place a warm palm over his cheek. he knows he's in love, for sure, when he never wants to let you go when you hug.

🥂 reblogs are very appreciated!!

[classyinnie]

“Did you ever plan on getting a relationship?” The interviewer asked.

“No, I was too preoccupied with volleyball to care.”

“What made you change your mind?” 

Beyond the reporters, mics, and cameras, his gaze finds yours in the crowd. “The mere possibility that someone out there was worth the wait.”

The interviewer noticed the softness in his eyes and tried to follow his line of sight, but he had already directed his gaze back to them before they could turn around. 

“Well, were they worth the wait?”

He smiles. “Always.”

—ATSUMU, Kageyama, OIKAWA, HINATA, Sakusa, Ushijima, Suna, Bokuto

[izurou-deactivated20260324]

“babe, i swear this isn’t what it looks like.”

tetsurou raises a hand in surrender, shifting his guilt ridden gaze between you, the television illuminating the living room, and the baby girl whom he has resting on his hip.

you went out for a couple hours, a movie and a few drinks with some friends—non alcoholic for you, of course.

the thought of leaving tetsurou to watch your seven month old for the evening, all by himself, is one that would have worried you five years ago—back when responsibilities and parenthood were nothing but words. now, it’s the idea of leaving her with anyone else that bothers you.

he’s done the dinner, bath, and bed routine dozens of times before, more or less without fail. you figured tonight would be no different—feeling nothing but absolute confidence and peace of mind throughout your entire outing.

so, when you return home and see this, you can’t help but wonder what led to it.

“oh, i see,” you mumble as you step forward, easily recognizing the dull tune emanating from the tv as your daughter’s current favourite. “you haven’t kept our daughter up an hour and a half past her bedtime for a…dance party?”

you can hardly call it dancing, his hips are far too stiff for that. still, catching the tail end of his rigid movements, seeing the pure elation on your baby’s face as he bounced her to the music—have you ever had a worry in life? it doesn’t feel like it.

“of course not,” he scoffs, and a look of disgust flashes across his features—as if he’d ever do such a horrible thing. “i put her in her crib, but she wouldn’t stop fussing, figured this would tire her out faster.”

typical tetsurou—just can’t stand when one of his favourite girls is upset.

“and the tiaras? the uh, the tutus?” you wiggle your finger at them, gesturing to the silver crowns on their heads, and the purple tulle sitting atop their pajamas.

your husband’s tutu is clinging to his waist, visibly stretched and causing his black tee to bunch up—and he looks ridiculous, truly, but he also looks exactly how you’d want the father of your child to look on a saturday night.

“well, pardon us for dressing to the occasion,” he grins, smug and sweet all at once as he tilts his head towards the dancing princesses on the tv.

and you get it, you’re not one for leaving her when she cries either—but this tactic is sure to do more harm than good, having her on a schedule is what keeps you sane.

“it’s bedtime,” you order as you reach for your daughter, and she reaches for you too—all smiles and wiggly feet as her tiara and the little plushie she was holding tumble to the floor in unison.

“look at her go,” he chuckles as he bends over to retrieve her belongings, “she wants you to join us, right sweetheart?” he coos at her, and her chubby little arms start to wave up and down.

“tetsurou,” you sigh, and you can see it in his eyes that he knows he shouldn’t push any further—and maybe it’s that precious smile on his little girl’s face, or the tiny tiara cutting off the blood flow to his brain—but he pushes further.

“i know, i know,” he admits, resting his hands on your hips and tugging you a bit closer. “but she’s already up, what’s a few more minutes?”

“you’re a real pain in my ass,” you mutter, leaning into the warmth of his chest as he presses his lips to your forehead, and then your daughter’s.

“but you love me, right?” he stares down at you, with hope and love, and a little apology swirling behind his eyes.

“i do,” you say, “just not in this outfit, princess.”

and your daughter is quiet, eyes fluttering open and closed as she leans against your shoulder, fighting her sleep.

“really? the short skirt isn’t doing it for you?” he asks, holding his hands out and gesturing to himself—short skirt revealing nothing but his plaid pajama pants.

“no, you’re setting a bad example.”

he slaps a hand over his mouth, feigning a look of pure horror before laughing it off and wrapping his arms around you again, careful not to disturb the baby sleeping in your arms.

“well, true love’s kiss will turn me back to normal, won’t it?” he smiles at you, in the dull orange hues of your little living room, and you feel like you’ve never had a worry in your life, ever.

you kiss him. it’s short and sweet, but it’s warm and it feels like home—he feels like home. you flick the flimsy plastic off his head, presumably turning him back to the tetsurou you left your daughter with five hours ago.

“so, i’m the hideous green ogre?” you eye him, curious to see how he’s going to answer such a dangerous question.

“no,” he grins, “just the love of my life.”

[feitanii]

hhh,, bokuto-

he hides in small spaces when he's sad.

"excuse me!- sorry! oh-i apologize!"

you panted and huffed as you ran down the hallway of the school, your shoes thumping loudly against the polished floors as you ran down to Fukurodani's gym.

you slid the door open, panting as you held onto the door frame,

"wh-where is he?" you panted, talking to no one in particular.

akaashi point in the direction of the bleachers, his expression bored

"over there" he said, "he isn't getting his spikes right."

you sighed, walking into the direction of the bleachers, gripping the edge of one the the steps and peaking under.

under the bleachers curled up with his knees pressed to his chest was none other than bokuto kotarou, clearly in his emo mode; hair deflated as his lower lip trembled softly.

"kou..." you called out softly before crawling under the bleachers and sitting next to him, noting how uncomfortable it was. "you okay?"

"hgnnn" he mumbled, curling up even more pressing his cheek to his knees, turning his head away from yours.

"kou, baby? s'the matter, honey?" you mumbled softly, trying to catch his gaze.

"go 'way" he mumbled.

"that's not very nice, bo" you hummed "just wanna help. the others said you were having troubles spiking. s'that why you're sad?"

you heard a small sniffle emit from the large man, watching as he pressed his cheek further into his knee. you smiled even though he couldn't see you, scooting a little closer to him.

"bo... won't you look at me?" you whispered again, hoping he'd finally look at you. after about a minute or two, bokuto slowly turned to face you, a small pouts on his lips.

"I keep hittin' the net" he mumbled, eyes filling up with fat tears.

"aw, bo, it's okay. what's got you so distracted?" you ran a hair through his deflated hair.

"you weren't watching me... thought you were gonna come and watch me practice." he sniffles again.

your eyes widened in realization. how could you forget. you promised bo that you'd come and watch him practice, but you had been so caught up in school work that you forgot.

"oh, bo, honey... m'so sorry."

"you didn't watch me.."

you frowned, scooring closer to him and pressing a soft kiss to him cheek, "I know, honey. I'm so sorry. I'm sure your spikes are amazing, babes. just gotta keep trying, yeah?"

his eyes widened after the kiss, eyes gleaming and all evidence of his crying had disappeared.

"ye-yeah! my spikes are amazing, aren't they?" he grinned, straightening his posture as much as he could while being crowded under the bleachers.

"yeah, baby! c'mon, go out there and keep being the amazing ace you are?"

"alright!!" he scrambles past you and out of the bleachers, chest puffed out and grin wide,

"your ace is back! hey hey hey!" he yelled, eyes closed and a large grin on his face.

you crawled out from under as well, brushing off the bust and lint off your clothes before standing next to him, watching as bokuto ran into the middle of the court and pick up a ball, continuing his practice. you watched him with a small smile on your face, proud that you got him out of his emo mode.

"thank you again, y/n" you heard from behind you.

you turned around to see akaashi with a small smile on his face, "he wouldn't listen to me, so I had to call you. will you stay for a while?"

you nodded and smiled, "oh, yeah, definitely-" you tured back to look at bokuto in all his glory,

"I wouldn't dream about leaving him."

[taintedtort]

prompt ✧ attractive things they do

characters ✧ kenma, akaashi, tsukishima, sugawara, suna, tendou

warnings ✧ gn!reader , none!

authors note ✧ me??? a post that’s anything other than genshin??? no but i’ve only ever written for haikyuu one other time (my first post; kenma) so i hope you enjoy this slightly different content

KENMA

✧ fixes your hair or clothes casually. you’ll be rambling on about some topic or another and he’ll be quietly listening with a content look on his face. occasionally, you’ll have a hair out of place or your jacket will be slipping off your shoulder. like the nice boyfriend he is, he silently reaches forward and fixes it, trying not to interrupt you. it never fails to make your stomach do a flip.

AKAASHI

✧ carries your things for you. doesn’t matter what it is, if you’re holding it in your hand he’ll offer to take it so you won’t be inconvenienced. if it’s a smaller object, he’ll ask you if you’d rather hold it, but if it’s a bag or a coat, he’s gently taking it from your hands with a quiet “i’ll hold that.” you always thank him with a kiss.

TSUKISHIMA

✧ leads you through crowds. since he’s tall, he’s easily able to be seen in large crowds, which makes it simple to maneuver through people. whenever you two are in public, he’ll always take your hand and lead you so you both make it safety through the groups of strangers.

SUGAWARA

✧ constantly brings you gifts. they aren’t always store bought either, sometimes he finds them or even makes them. he’ll hand you the little trinket he discovered on his walk over to your house with the most adoring smile present— if he found it on the ground he’ll make sure to wash it first, of course. but the simple gifts that you constantly complain that you need (chapstick, hair ties, pens, etc) are the ones you love the most. it shows he really cares and pays attention to what you say, those always bring the biggest smile to your face.

SUNA

✧ makes you (and himself) a box of memories. it’s filled with photos and items that you two have collected throughout your relationship. there’s pictures from every one of your dates, and small things like bracelets and rocks. he made sure to hand write a few notes to put in your box; short love declarations and compliments attached to each photo. things like “you looked breathtaking today.” with the date written next to it. you frequently go through the box to reread them.

TENDOU

✧ shows you off to all his friends. he has a photo of the two of you set as his lockscreen, and there’s a polaroid selfie you took of yourself in the back of his clear phone case. whenever you two are together, he constantly has his arms draped around you, letting everyone around know that you two are dating. he endlessly brags about you to anyone and everyone that will listen. you get a tad bit embarrassed when he gushes about you to his friends while you’re sitting right there though.

[semifilms]

OSAMU, SUNA, kageyama, daichi, TSUKISHIMA, SAKUSA, kenma, shirabu, kyotani, AONE, SEMI, goshiki, KONOHA, koganegawa, IWAIZUMI

[arhvste]

“i was wondering if i could have your instagram?”

your heart hammered against your chest as the anticipation weighed down on your shoulders as you stood in front of the confused boy in front of you.

“ah… i’ll have to get back to you on that.” iwaizumi replied quietly as your stomach dropped.

“oh… okay then thanks anyway!” you forced a friendly tone out to mask the utter humiliation and upset that had washed over your mood entirely upon the few words the dark haired boy offered.

the rest of the class was a blur to you. you spent majority of the time staring blankly ahead of you to face the backs of forgettable classmates heads. the only classmate that mattered to you in this particular class had rejected you just before the teacher walked in so from this moment on you had no motivation to pay attention or look forward this class.

the end bell rang and you mindlessly threw your belongings into your bag before dragging yourself through the halls to your locker to collect the rest of your belongings and head home. you didn’t even bother to wait for your friends, no. they could wait until you were in the comfort of your own home to hear you scream over the phone how embarrassed you were as a result of the rejection over something as casual as asking to be instagram buddies.

‘what sort of loser gets rejected for that?’ you almost had to laugh it was so stupid. ‘whatever.’ you thought as your feet carried you to the front gates of the school. you’d have to apologise to your friends in advance before blowing up the groupchat with your over dramatic tendencies but a little tlc from your friends was needed at this vital milestone of your life; your first ever rejection.

upon the endless string of thoughts running through your mind as you walked, you failed to pick up on the voice that had been calling after you repeatedly from behind you. you tended up at the feeling of someone gently tugging on your sleeve out of nowhere but that surprise was nothing compared to the surprised you felt upon seeing the culprits gaze.

“iwaizumi?” you asked as your classmate caught his breath. “you on a mission or something?” he huffed a little as you frowned. “yes. a mission to get home, so see ya!” you replied quickly as your pace in walk picked up again.

before you could march off, a hand tugging on the strap of your bag stopped you before you could flee the scene which happened to include the last face on earth you wanted to see right now. “before you run off again,” he started before pulling his phone out his pocket. “my instagram. you said you wanted it?”

you looked at the device in his hands with confusion. zero followers, zero posts, zero following and a cute yet handsome photo of iwaizumi in place of the profile picture icon. “i didn’t have one earlier when you asked, so i made one during that class so you could add me.” he rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from you as you fought the urge to pounce on him and bite him.

‘he’s so fucking cute.’

you tapped your own handle into his phone and followed yourself before grabbing your own phone to immediately follow him back. a weird sense of pride came over you seeing his follower and following go up by one and that one being you.

“you didn’t have to do that.” you insisted as you handed his phone back to him. “nah, i should’ve made one ages ago but i just never got around to it.” he admitted, the heat on his face finally calming down. “but now you can message me if you ever need anything… or if you just wanted to you know, talk?“ he muttered as the urge to bite the shit out of this man piqued once more.

“i’ll definitely message you if i need anything or if i want to talk but you can do the same too!” you hummed as you slipped your phone back into your pocket.

“i’ll keep that in mind.” he smiled before turning around to walk away. “please do.” you shot back before turning to make your own way home. offering a quick exchange in waves you marched home ready to text your groupchat about what had just happened until you felt your phone vibrate.

‘@iwa.hajime has sent you a message: see you tomorrow :)’

on second thought. maybe your group chat could wait.

[orcngeskies-deactivated20221030]

[classyinnie]

Kenma understands what it’s like to be talked over and interrupted. Especially in a large group, he knows what it’s like to be ignored because people can’t hear him or think his opinion is irrelevant. It had never bothered him because it would take more of his energy to keep talking anyway. But when it comes to you, he finds it unacceptable.

Kenma was half-listening to you talking about a recent experience, but he didn’t fail to notice how you stopped midway and gradually lower the volume of your voice. Someone in the group changed the subject while you were still speaking. When he realizes you’ve been purposefully ignored, he can’t help but abandon the game he’s almost finished with and devote his full attention to you.

One glance at your glum expression, had him putting down his phone, turning to face you, and in a gentle voice coaxes you to, “Continue. What were you saying?”

Just seeing your face light up made him completely invested in your story. He honestly wouldn’t mind ignoring the group conversation for you – never wanting to participate in it in the first place – as he finds what you’re saying more interesting. Eventually, Kenma would excuse you both to pull you in a quiet place so he could listen to you “better”. Your voice is his favorite thing, and making sure you feel heard has always been his number one priority. 

[hauntedbythenarrative]

I didn't know I needed these friendships

[carrottoast-deactivated20230722]

unedited,

bakugou who says 'I'll do a circle around the parking spot, I'll be here when you're done' as he hands you his card and a peck on the cheek as you go pick up the food you've both ordered late at night.

you don't use his card, only nestling it into your pocket and fishing your own to swipe and pay. you've never used his card through the hundreds of times throughout the years where you run in a small business to fish out an item, his card always placed in your pockets.

it's years after once he realized this, the numbers aren't adding up and he notices that he has more money than he should. it send him into a frenzy, did he get promoted? did someone hack into his account and start randomly giving him money?

hes muttering when you sneak behind his home desk. "hi," you peak at his phone and watch as his fingers move quick to see every transaction he had concluding in 'food & drinks'. bakugou hums and rubs against your cheek, grumbling about how 'f'king weird' something is in his bank account.

"what's up?"

"did you use my card when we went to go pick up that sushi from sunday?"

your heads are facing each other now, he's got a pout on his lips and you ponder before shaking your head, "no, why?"

"huh? what'd ya pay with?"

"my card?"

and he's genuinely upset about it the entire month. having not realized that every time he's sent you to go pick up the food the two of you've ordered, you've never used his card once.

bakugou never let's you go in by yourself now, telling you to be quiet as he spends an extra 5 minutes looking for parking for you to walk in, his card in his hand and the other gripping yours.

"y're telling me that y've been paying these past years when i give you my card? to use?"

[aroundthefurgf]

Not going to live the rest of my life and not going to kill myself but a secret third thing

[sashimiyas]

iwaizumi “we have food at home” hajime

[kentolove]

Inspired by this ask I just got!

The tweet: “I’m in the library and there’s a bf helping his gf study and I’ve been overhearing parts of their conversation for the last hour and he just said ‘Babe, I’m gonna be honest with you. You’re going to fail this test, I love you, but there’s nothing we can do about it now’”

“You’re a lost cause.”

That earns him a loud smack on the chest.

“Don’t be mean,” your voice is oddly malicious and it throws Tsukishima off. “I’m trying!”

“I know,” he shuts your notebook lightly, careful to move your hands away. He takes them into his own, his rough fingertips stroking your knuckles. “But you’re probably gonna fail. Let’s just go do something else.”

“No.”

You’re stubborn, he’ll give you that. You’ve been studying relentlessly for the past week, yet nothing seems to stick in your head. He’s been helping you for five out of those seven days and each day it’s getting harder.

For him. It’s harder for him to hear you whine in confusion.

“Baby,” he’s tricking you. Manipulating you. He knows how much you love hearing that word fall from his lips.

“That’s gaslighting. You’re gaslighting me.”

“You don’t know the meaning of that word, baby.”

“That’s also gaslighting!”

You drop your head on the table, but instead of the harsh impact of the wooden table you were hoping for, you get a forehead-full of Tsukishima’s palm. (How fast are his reflexes? How was he able to move his hand fast enough to cushion your fall?)

“Don’t damage your brain even more,” he laughs, and you know one of his rude, mean, and severely unfunny jokes are on the tip of his tongue. “Can’t have my baby get even dumber.”

“Now you’re just being rude.”

He places his head on the table to be level with you. He’s looking you in your eyes, a smirk on his lips, and it feels as if you’re falling in love all over again.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, so politely and so lovingly.

“No. You’re an asshole and you’re mean and you’re the worst tutor and boyfriend ever.”

“Okay, I won’t kiss you,” you smile in victory, “but can I at least take you out tonight?”

You want to say no—you practically yearn to—but with that sultry look in his eyes, you can’t find it in yourself to say no.

“On one condition,” you push up from your position on the table.”

“I’m all yours,” he follows your actions soon after.

“If I get three kisses.”

He rolls his eyes. One kiss is placed on your forehead, the other on your nose, and lastly, one on your lips. It’s soft and sweet, but he leads it the whole way. A hand at the back of your head, his other wrapped tightly around your waist—he has you hooked.

He pulls away and strokes your cheeks with the backs of his thumbs.

“Have you given up yet?”

You nod, nice and slow, still drunk on his kisses.

“Then I’ll take you out, baby.”

[heich0e]

enemies to lovers with kageyama doesn't even work because he won't even think of you as an enemy you're just an annoyance

[iz-bee]

hi everyone. my grandpa is dying and we need to pay for his medical bills/hospice/potential funerary costs. here is a link to d0nate < 3 pls pls pls reblog to spread