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🎀♡ masterlist !

. . . # a collection of my works for my hero academia / haikyuu!! / tokyo revengers

🍬 ❞ my hero academia

⭒𓈒 ֹ  headcanons

─ ♡ meeting your younger sibling

↷ midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto

⭒𓈒 ֹ  bakugou katsuki

─ ♡ keep your heart blooming

↷ yuuei’s notorious bad boy bakugou katsuki was the student you crossed off your potential secret admirer list without reluctance. because surely, the explosive foul mouthed boy knew nothing about the flowers you receive anonymously, right?

⭒𓈒 ֹ  todoroki shouto

─ ♡ in your embrace

⭒𓈒 ֹ  shigaraki tomura

─ ♡ holding onto you

🍰 ❞ haikyuu !!

⭒𓈒 ֹ  headcanons

─ ♡ first kiss

↷ akaashi keiji, kuroo tetsurou, kageyama tobio

─ ♡ accidentally hitting your face with a volleyball

↷ kageyama tobio, sugawara kōshi, bokuto koutarou

↷ miya atsumu, miya osamu, sakusa kiyoomi

─ ♡ friendships with the karasuno managers

↷ shimizu kiyoko, hitoka yachi

─ ♡ big little things

↷  kageyama tobio, nishinoya yuu, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, bokuto koutarou, akaashi keiji, miya atsumu, miya osamu, rintarou suna

⭒𓈒 ֹ  akaashi keiji

─ ♡ in your arms, i am home

⭒𓈒 ֹ  iwaizumi hajime

─ ♡ through a coward’s eyes

⭒𓈒 ֹ  miya atsumu

─ ♡ sober thoughts

⭒𓈒 ֹ  miya osamu

─ ♡ made with love, only for you

🍨 ❞ tokyo revengers

⭒𓈒 ֹ  sano shinichiro

─ ♡ someday, someday

─ ♡ making time

[ittodori]

confessions for the night (only)

⌗ pining for diluc ragnvindr (my beloved) and him pining for u (me) too <3

alternative title: i dont need a man to take care of me but if hes called diluc, then who am i to complain?

“alright,” diluc slides a glass of water toward you, before crossing his arms and looking down at your body slumped on the counter. “that’s enough.”

huffing, you only turn your face away. “i don’t drink.”

he closes his eyes shut, as the corner of his lips twitches in amusement. you could rival even venti in your drunken state - which is almost impossible - but it’s not like he’ll shoo you away like what he frequently has to do with the bard. still, he just can't win with the both of you.

“you do know i’m not giving you another bottle, right?"

your head shoots up, gasping so suddenly that the man almost flinches. almost. he almost laughs. almost. yet he remains still, returning that nasty look you're giving him as if he’s done some sort of unforgivable crime.

e.g. not letting you drink your sorrows away until you pass out. 

(he hears you mumbling ever so often. whatever sorrow you're trying to forget must be heavy. it feels heavy — and it’s especially heavy in his chest when he spotted your worn eyes glistening with unshed tears.)

is it honestly selfish of him to wish that you’re too deep in the alcohol? that you fail to notice the striking difference between his face and yours riddled with drunken annoyance? diluc is everything but weak, but he can never bring himself to shoot you a glare or twist his mouth into an ugly frown. at you? no, never. his nasty look doesn’t seem so nasty when all he can think about is how you’re a lot more forgivable than that bard.

he’s smiling and doesn’t even give it much thought because it always seems so natural when it comes to you. it’s the one that reveals the softness in his eyes for the whole world to witness. the one with the quiet kind of affection that’s suddenly so loud and so bright when he watches your features gradually soften.

because you’re a part of that world, but it appears that diluc only sees you in it. you notice, along with the bottle of alcohol on the shelf sitting behind him. the urge to snatch it away is almost unbearable because diluc looks unbelievably beautiful under the dim tavern lighting with that pretty smile of his and you get to see it. only you. he’s showing it to only you.

the urge to cry grows stronger with each passing second, so you raise the glass to your lips and take a big gulp of water.

(it doesn’t help one bit.)

he can't help but laugh under his breath. “see, that wasn’t so hard.”

you grumble in response, and none of you utter a word after that, so diluc chooses to occupy himself with the dirty glass cups that gathered throughout the night. basking in the silence of the now-empty tavern has always been comforting, but there's something different about having your presence right in this space with him, and he wishes it would stay this way.

“you’re always taking care of me, diluc,” you say quietly, tracing the rim of your cup.

his hand comes to a halt while wiping a bottle clean.

“do you…”  you’re staring at the wall as you trail off, and diluc could only watch in unease. he doesn’t know if this should be comforting because you probably can hear how loud his chest is at this very moment.

“do you ever see me as a burden?”

he doesn't waste a single breath. "how could i? i take care of you because i want to."

you huff out a laugh, void of humor and filled with the heartbreak you’ve been murmuring about. diluc’s heart is constricted in his chest.  

“it’s because you do things like this,” your head falls on the counter, "that i've completely fallen for you.”

ah, is that so? 

he doesn’t know what came over him, but suddenly, his hand reaches up to stroke your cheek. but not completely. his fingers are dangerously close and it almost brings him to tears as he looks at you and this invisible force stopping him from moving any further. should he be touching you this way? should he allow himself to be a little more vulnerable, even for a little while? he has done nothing but be vulnerable every moment he’s with you. it’s almost laughable, really. what makes this any different? 

you have always been captivating, but especially now, because the hints of sadness in your face have faded and are replaced by the serenity of sleep. with your flushed cheeks and tears clinging on your lashes, diluc should at least whisper into the night about how you turned him into a man so irrevocably smitten for another being. he should at least let it be known that he never imagined it would be possible.

his heart is going to burst out of his chest if he continues to look at you a second longer. he can’t do it. at least not right now.

“couldn’t you have waited when you were sober?”

he pulls away, hand forming into a loose fist before dropping to his side. diluc pulls your body up gently, holding you tightly against him. after all, he made a promise to himself to take care of you for as long as you let him. 

“and it’s because you say things like this that i’ve fallen for you too.”

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i know i disappeared but heyyy i made a silly lil genshin account LMFAO ill be more active there i think !!!!!!

[keijifairy]

making time 〃

♡ sano shinichiro

genre. fluff (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

author's note. wow im alive!!!!!!!!???? with my second shinichiro fic because i am In Love!!!!!!!!! whoops!

+ thought of this while listening to making time by rex orange county (｡♡‿♡｡)

You check the time on your phone for the thirteenth time, a scoff leaving your lips when he doesn’t magically appear in front of you in doing so. The wind nips at your skin and there’s no noise around but the buzzing of the street lamp from above, yet your feet are stuck on the sidewalk – and it’s killing you.

“Can’t wait to take you there tonight,” he had mumbled on your shoulder as soon as he woke up hours before. The beach. He promised a late-night ride on his motorcycle, just like you’d done every night since you discovered a love for the adrenaline. It’s a tradition to take you any place you wished in the silence of the evening, and it’s made special because it’s only shared between the two of you. Every night, he meets you just outside your apartment, and every night, he never lets you down. 

But almost an hour has passed and the rumbling engine of his vehicle hasn't made its presence. It’s freezing and your whole body is starting to go numb but you don’t have it in you to go back inside despite it all. Five more minutes, you think to yourself. If he’s not here in five minutes, I might just go myself.

As you mindlessly kick the ground, you hear a sound from in front of you: someone struggling to lift their body up as they heavily drag their feet on the pavement. You furrow your eyebrows, gaze drawn to the dark figure approaching. The street lamp hasn’t quite reached their face yet, but you’re right under it – alone and vulnerable. You step back, hoping they’re too out of it to notice you. You almost believe they’re drunk, but they’re stumbling and wincing and you’re terrified at the fact that some kind of liquid is dripping down the ground.

That’s when you realize they’re who’s truly in danger. So you open your mouth, ready to call out to them, but they finally come close enough to the light.

“Sorry,” the boy comes to a halt in front of you, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. He’s littered with bloodied wounds, from his limbs to his face, and yet– “I’m late.”

“Oh my god,” you gasp, feet scurrying and palms cradling his face. “What the hell, Shinichiro!”

He winces at the volume of your voice, but lets your freezing hands, shaking and lifting his bruised arms, inspect the condition he threw himself in. As you mumble curses under your breath, he strains to take off his beloved Black Dragons jacket (with you fretting to help) and drapes it over your shoulders. It’s all stained and torn –  it doesn’t do much to keep the night air out, but it keeps you from shaking for a moment.

“And I’m sorry I couldn’t clean up before going here.” He chuckles warily, and you could only stare at him in disbelief. “Didn’t want to keep you waiting...longer.”

The stained and torn jacket is warm – much like Shinichiro.

You wipe the dirt off his cheek with the pad of your thumb, a lump forming on your throat, because oh my god, he’s here, barely standing, and he’s still only thinking about you. “Another fight, huh?”

“You should see the other guy,” he flashes you his ridiculously boyish smile and you’d kiss him right then and there if you weren’t too busy rolling your eyes at his foolishness. Shinichiro raises his bicep, failing to hide the wince in his mouth but continues on to say, “I’m stronger than you think.”

You only sigh, slinging his arm around your shoulder as you start to walk to the stairs leading up to your apartment. He can take you to the beach some other time. You’re fine with anywhere – even if it’s in your bathroom, where you're tending to his wounds while he whispers apologies and litters your trembling hands with gentle kisses. Even if it’s in your bedroom, where he lays on your bed with his palms silently rubbing your back as you cried on his chest. Anywhere’s fine. Anywhere as long as he’s there. As long as he could offer you his jacket.

[keijifairy]

someday, someday 〃

♡ sano shinichiro

genre. fluff that turns into angst LOL, hurt/no comfort

warning. character death

author's note. happy birthday to the love of my life, shin <3 come home to me please i beg T____T

+ this is my first tokyo revengers fic bc i feel too much feelings for this man so here i am ... mourning on his bday ...

+ thank you so much for @promptlywritingideas for the dialogue prompts i used (in italics) for this <3 !!!

“Let’s get married.”

He's sat on the floor, arms propped on your lap, seeming a bit dazed — as if those words sprang out of his lips before he could process them, not tearing his eyes away from you since his siblings' heads fell on your shoulders.

Sano Shinichiro has always been one to blurt out the silliest love confessions at the most unexpected times in attempts to fluster you harder than the last (though a little more nervous and much more of a dork) — most of which you only snort at in amusement and counter back with something disgustingly sweeter to flip it around. It’s easy to say that you’ve grown used to his antics of endearment, but quite hard to hide the fact that he’ll be the death of you one day.

And this line of his is something new, something bold, and something mellow. What else could be more flustering than a sudden proposal? Because if this is his intention, then that day arrived sooner than you expected.

(A minute has gone and no cheesy pick-up line has been delivered, only the snores of the young Sanos concealing the somersaults in your chest as their brother continues to look at you as if you hung the moon and the stars. 

It’s a lot more different this time, you realize.)

“I can’t promise anyone the rest of my life, and to ask anyone for theirs would be too cruel,” he glances at his siblings peacefully dreaming away in your warmth, and Shinichiro’s heart swells at the sight he’d like to keep for a very long time. “But you...”

And you’re cupping his cheek with so much affection that Shinichiro starts grinning like the lovesick boy you make him be. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? Whether we’re married or not, whether we’re even together or not, you’re stuck with me.”

“Someday,” he takes your other hand in his to brush his lips over your knuckles, and your bottom lip quivers in response. “I’ll still do it — marry you.”

“Yeah?” 

“And I’ll get you one of those pretty lookin’ rings,” his whispers are longing, loving, as he fiddles with your fingers, “and you’ll look so beautiful with it. Even if you already are.”

“You better not break your promise then, Shin.”

A boyish smile and a flurry of kisses. Hushed giggles from your sides. Lighthearted teasing and flushed cheeks. He swears to his heart that he’ll never break yours. How could he? He’ll be the one to marry you, after all. Someday. Someday. He can’t wait.

But the future could only sigh, for Sano Shinichiro broke a lifelong promise not even a week later.

There’s no pretty ring on your finger, only a lasting ache in your chest. And you don’t think you’re beautiful with it. Not at all. 

Someday, you’ll marry him. Someday. In another lifetime. You’ll wait. In a life where it would be forever. You’ll have to hold on for now. He’ll be with you even in the next.

[keijifairy]

crying . i wanna write for tokyo rev but i cant even finish my hq drafts 👍

[keijifairy]

the shinichiro fics i read to cope and i have decided that that aint stopping me from pouring my sad feelings on my own sad shin fic(s??!!!) 🤪!!!

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sober thoughts 〃

♡ miya atsumu

genre. fluff hehe

author's note. suddenly thought of this while watching buzzfeed unsolved last night n tsumu was enough for me to pause it 🙄 <3

“Are ya in love with me or something?"

He’s glaring daggers at you in awful suspicion, flushed cheeks and all, while lamely flailing out of your arms and into the bed as you try to take off his shirt.

And you sigh for the nth time in the five minutes since Kiyoomi dropped him on your doorstep with irritation written all over his face. Atsumu would have gotten on your nerves by now if it weren't for the fact that he's utterly adorable. (His teammate disagrees, however.)

“I wouldn’t have married you if I wasn’t.”

“Huh?” Ever so dramatic, he’s now gaping at you as if you’ve grown three heads, finally wiggling away from your grasp to bounce on the mattress and you have to cough to prevent your giggles because you’re supposed to be upset at him for coming home so late. “You’re weird."

Crossing your arms, you raise your brow at him to suppress the urge to squish his cheeks.

“Last time I checked, I’m–” he jabs his finger at his chest– “married to–” he grabs the picture frame on the bedside table– “Miya [Y/N]! Ever heard of 'em?”

It feels like yesterday when that photograph from your wedding day he’s shoving onto your face was taken, and your resolve almost melts when you peek behind it, only to witness a lovesick smile stretching across his lips. “They’re beautiful, and I’m married to 'em because no one else comes close. Thank you very much.”

“Uh, huh.” And he’s falling to your lap as soon as the last words leave his mouth, eyes fluttering shut and snores immediately filling the room as he hugs the picture frame to his chest. You smile softly, “Looks like you’re forgetting I’m the same person but whatever you say, 'Tsumu.”

To answer his question, yes, yes you’re in love with him, and this endearing little moment showed you why you’ll never fall out of it. Atsumu, on the other hand, looks to be a little more in love with you than you thought was possible.

[keijifairy]

crying . i wanna write for tokyo rev but i cant even finish my hq drafts 👍

[keijifairy]

big little things 〃

♡ kageyama, nishinoya, oikawa, iwaizumi, bokuto, akaashi, atsumu, osamu, suna do that show how in love they are with you.

genre. fluff fluff fluff

warning. kinda spoiler for timeskip! bokuto

author’s note. hi,, im so sorry for promising to write but not writing :// i hope this disgustingly fluffy thing will make up for it as a late thank you for 400+ followers!!! aaaaa what 💗💗💗!!!!! 

+ writing this was super fun but also kinda upsetting bc sum of these are inspired by real life love stories wow </3

༘ kageyama frozen by your door with a painfully awkward smile and an assortment of wildflowers in his grasp is truly a sight to behold. before he picks you up for a date, he plucks flowers from the park near his house and shoves them into your hands with an incoherent compliment he exclaims (along the lines of “your face looks pretty”, you realize when he mumbles it the next minute and looking at anywhere but your face). you accept them with a giggle and return the sentiment with your lips brushing his cheek which blossoms into a deeper shade of red. hinata doesn’t believe that the rigid boy with a volleyball for a brain could be a sappy romantic like how you describe him to be.

༘ nishinoya is well aware of your sweet tooth, which is especially fond of chocolates. packs upon packs of the tiny chocolate kisses you secretly pop in your mouth during classes are stashed in his fridge, backpack, and even in the pockets of his uniform as a result. “it’s for emergencies,” he assures you with a proud grin whenever you find yet another family bag of hershey’s somewhere near him. you didn’t guess that not getting a particularly good mark on a test or homework piling up as the days pass were the so-called emergencies he proclaims: when your shoulders sag and your feet shuffle on the ground without a thought, the taste of chocolate lingering in your lips come as a surprise. his favorite laughter finally reaches his ears and nishinoya can’t help but gift you with another of his own chocolate kiss.

༘ oikawa is stubborn, incredibly so, but he’s only doing his best — even tries to push himself past his limit. it’s no surprise to enter the gymnasium to the thud of the ball as it hits the ground and you observe how strands of his hair stick to his forehead while his heavy breaths fill the room. you offer to help, to wait for him until he’s had enough—for too many to count—but he only flashes you a grin and lightly urges you out to the door every single time. oikawa couldn’t bring himself to focus if he watches you jolting awake every now and then instead of resting after bearing the weight of school — though he worries either way. with his phone leaning against his bag, he initiates a video call that gives you the perfect view of the boy jumping in the court through your screen as you make your way home. 

༘ iwaizumi has never gotten used to the ridiculous amount of nail polish you have collected ever since the both of you settled into your own home. he looks back and forth between your face and the small bottle of polish in your hand with his lips pressed together. “do you really need six bottles of blue?” you scoff and correct him for the nth time about the exact name of each color and end it off with a “none of your business, haji.”, causing him to narrow his eyes at you in concern with an exasperated sigh. quite ironic of him, acting so bothered and all, when you catch him watching a “how to build a nail polish shelf” video the next day.

༘ bokuto still calls one of his teammates every wednesday morning to inform them that he would have to miss practice, and atsumu still snickers on the other end of the line with an, “again? are ya sure yer not just slacking off?” wednesdays are scheduled for your doctor’s appointments, after all, so bokuto always makes sure to make it up to the other guys by doing extra drills or staying another hour the next day because he doesn’t intend on missing a single meeting. hospitals and clinics aren’t places you enjoy and you don’t feel comfortable talking with the doctor on your own, but you don’t worry too much — especially with bokuto seated beside you, listening intently to their words with his thumb rubbing circles on the top of your hand. his presence alone is enough to ease your anxieties. (his teammates don’t have it in them to be mad, only thinking about how whipped bokuto is for you).

༘ akaashi knows the moment you open the door with your eyes trained on your shoes that the day hasn’t been the kindest to you. he approaches you in quiet steps, taking your bag from your hands and placing it on the couch. you think the way his hand holds yours so delicately is enough to make you cry as he guides you to the bubble bath he had prepared at the right time, as if his sixth sense had told him of what you were feeling. the scent of lavender oil lingers in the air, and the flickering candles cast a soft glow throughout the room; it’s a comforting silence, save the occasional sniffles that tone down as akaashi gently scrapes through your scalp with shampoo. when the suds of soap are rinsed off of your body and he caresses your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs in the comfort of your bed, sleep crawls into your eyes as a “thank you, keiji.” falls from your lips. he only kisses your forehead in response.

༘ atsumu takes tentative sips on the cold can of cherry cola you offer to him every day. it’s the only drink you purchase at the vending machine during lunch period and what you grab when you two stop at the convenience store for movie night snacks. he doesn’t bother to buy himself one, as you immediately nudge the can on his cheek as soon as you open it. its taste is something he could never get used to, but he swallows it nonetheless, only to convince you afterward that he couldn’t finish it on his own — and of course, he teases you, just like in every opportunity he grabs when you’re simply minding your own business and completely unaware of the trick up his sleeve — and always, you’re left stumbling over your words as you stare at him in shock? embarrassment? offense? perhaps a bit of all of them? but he does know that “that was an indirect kiss just now.” of his and your adorable reaction make cherry cola worth it.

༘ osamu comes home in your arms with drooping eyes and a worn smile. his words are almost incoherent when he mumbles them on your shirt, eventually turning into snores when you tell him to at least wash his face. owning quite a famous shop with the best onigiris in town (your words and his) can be hectic; with the day spent molding countless onigiris and tending to every customer, that ends with his arm limp on top of your waist. with your own work to deal with that occupies almost the rest of your days, there would be no room to breathe with just the both of you — but with osamu, it’s not like that at all. the soft sizzling from the kitchen wakes you up to an empty space beside you and your stomach’s quick to grumble in anticipation. the shop opens early, but osamu doesn’t leave until the both of you start the day eating at the dinner table and talking about the events of yesterday. it’s no doubt he’s still exhausted, so the small gesture of waking up early in the morning to cook your favorite breakfast and the gentle hum that greets you when you wrap your arms around him is enough to make you full. 

༘ suna must be obsessed with you! might be the first thing someone would think when they get their hands on the boy’s phone. his gallery is a gold mine: full of images and videos he takes of you in unknowing times that he has definitely used for blackmail at least twice a week. nibbling on your pen with your eyebrows scrunched when you attempt to start homework, cheek squishing on your pillow as a line of drool slides down the side of your mouth, clutching your stomach and throwing your head back because you’re wheezing too much over something he said, and plenty more embarrassing moments you don’t like looking back on are what fill his storage space. he refuses to delete even a single one, despite how blurry they come out or how you complain about how ridiculous you think you look. suna is obsessed with you — you would know if only you notice how he stops after he snaps a photo, with a small adoring smile that disappears as soon as it comes before he teases you to no end. 

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mornings with noya hcs? please and thank you ❤️

hi love, thank you for your request, it was so cute! sorry these took so long, hope you enjoy!! 💕 just wanted to say that i was definitely inspired by this video before writing these hehe ;)

Okay so Yuu wakes up really early, and it’s not like he wakes up quietly.

He’ll open the curtains to let the sunlight in and he’ll be so full of energy first thing in the morning it’s actually a wonder how he does it. All he needs to do to wake up is wash his face and that’s it, it’s like he’s been awake for hours.

If you’re a morning person, that’s great; you can wake up with him and you two can start your day as early as possible.

If you’re not a morning person, well… you don’t even have to set an alarm, prepare yourself to wake up to his loud, cheerful voice as he lets the sun slip into the room and precisely, purposefully lets it fall on your face.

Once you’re both awake, making breakfast together is a must because he thinks having a proper breakfast is very important if you want your day to go well.

He’s so energetic and there’s so much laughter in the kitchen and it makes you so incredibly happy. He steals kisses from you out of the blue, whenever he feels like it, and it never fails to make you flustered. He just wants to show you how loved you are and it makes you feel so warm and fond of him in a way you didn’t even know was possible.

Loves wrapping his arms around your waist as you cook, and saying things like: “Y/N, do you need me to do anything?” and you tell him to do this or that and he complies instantly.

On certain days when he’s not in the mood you prepare breakfast for him and he feels so much better with you being like that in the morning, and he makes sure to do the same for you when you’re the one not feeling well.

He loves cooking for you and he doesn’t let you do anything on the days you aren’t feeling so well, and even though Yuu cooking can very easily lead to a disaster, he’s always trying his best to be careful. Because he does everything with so much enthusiasm though, he can get carried away pretty quickly, and you usually make sure to be there with him when he cooks. He loves your company and he loves having you around even if you’re not doing anything yourself.

He’s especially cute and beautiful and loud in the mornings and it has your heart feeling so full and warm in the best way.

thank you for reading!! requests are open, here are my rules and masterlist! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

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SANCDSJCNDSJ the warmth this made me feel ..................................... noya my beloved i miss u ...................

[shouyouwrites]

just spent my afternoon reading ALL your posts sksksksk. Luvd it. Dear fellow Nishinoya stan, may I have the honor of asking how he acts around his crush? (like, a VERY hard crush, not just any cute girl!) -🐝

hi love!! first of all, aaah thank you so much and thank you for your request, writing about yuu just makes me so incredibly happy! sorry this took so long! i'm not sure if this is exactly what you wanted, but i wrote some headcanons for this and i hope you'll enjoy them!! 💕💕

At first it’s a simple, innocent little crush, just like all the other ones he’s had before it. Falling for your appearance is so quick and easy and it comes so naturally to him.

But then he gets to know you more, and he starts falling in love with your personality as well. He notices how beautiful every part of you is; your voice, your eyes, the way you move and the way you do everything, he’s just — absolutely mesmerized and the feeling of his heart racing is so new to him because okay, yes, he’s had crushes before, but he feels like his heart might burst every time you’re standing close to him, and it's like you bring light into every room you walk into and he feels this profound happiness he can’t even put into words when he's with you, and he's never felt this way before.

So he is not just going to try to impress you or make sure you know how much he likes you, he is determined to make you fall for him as well.

Expect grand gestures like him declaring his love for you whenever he has the chance, whether there are people around you or not, whether the situation is appropriate or not. Expect compliments out of the blue, sometimes huge ones, sometimes little ones, him talking to you about that thing you did that was so incredibly cool, or that thing you said that was so incredibly smart, or him just commenting on the fact that you have the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen, or that it’s cute how you do that thing whenever you’re nervous. When you ask him how he knows that random, incredibly little detail about you, he’ll just say something like: “Y/N, don’t think I wouldn’t notice. These things are important.”

He’s just trying his hardest to impress you and show you that he really cares. He invites you to all of Karasuno’s volleyball games and makes sure you know how much he enjoys being with you, he makes sure to listen to you and ask you what you want and where you want to go too so he can go with you, and it’s honestly the most adorable thing in the world.

Him talking to Tanaka about you so often that Tanaka is actually surprised that, although Yuu still thinks Kiyoko is gorgeous in every way, he isn’t really trying to get her attention anymore, she’s beautiful and wonderful and an amazing person, but all Yuu is talking about these days is you.

And he’s so confident when talking about your relationship too, even though you’re not even dating yet. He’s so sure you’ll fall in love with him eventually and no one can change his mind. That is, until one day he sees you talking with this boy and you’re laughing so much and you look so relaxed and happy and he thinks that oh, so this is what it feels like to have his heart broken, which might be a bit of an exaggeration, but he feels so strongly about you, so can you really blame him?

Poor boy’s heartbroken but he won’t let it show. He’s trying his best to brush it off and tell himself that it’s a normal thing; girls reject boys all the time, he tells himself that everything’s fine and that what he saw doesn’t mean he still has no chance with you, so he tries to act like he’s perfectly fine.

But that’s not really the case, because he’s on edge all day and he snaps at his teammates when he doesn’t mean to and he feels so guilty and he’s always apologizing, and when they’re not playing he’s so quiet that it’s blatantly obvious something is wrong with him to the rest of the volleyball team. They try to cheer him up, Shouyou even does his best to keep distracting him from thinking about you, but to no avail.

Tanaka talks to him about it. He says something along the lines of “Cheer up, there are plenty of fish in the sea.” to which Yuu reponds with: “I don’t want anyone else.”

And it’s at that moment that Tanaka realizes that Yuu really might have fallen in love with you, or just that this is not a crush he’ll be able to get over easily if things don’t work out between you two.

The next day Yuu comes to talk to you and says, “I really, really like you Y/N, and I will make you fall for me,” or something along those lines, completely honest and straightforward and he looks so determined and sure of himself, though you can tell by the stiffness of his shoulders that he isn't feeling as confident as he wants to appear.

And you laugh because you can’t help it and, because now you’re absolutely sure that he’s serious about his feelings just like you are, you tell him, finally, “You really don’t have to do that. I’ve already fallen for you.”

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[keijifairy]

it felt like i was watching a sweet wholesome romance anime as i read this PLEASE 💗💗💗

[shouyouwrites]

Congrats on the milestone!!! Ah! I'm so happy for youuu~ I saw the prompt list and 👀 I'm here for it. Can I request "If I kiss you right now I won't be able to stop" with Akaashi?

if i kiss you right now

hi love!! thank you so so much and thank you for your request, it was so cute! for some reason the moment i saw this i thought neck kisses, so have this really short drabble i wrote way too long ago but never got to post. sorry this took so long, i hope you’ll like it!! 💕💕

You two really needed to stop meeting like this.

You thought of the volleyball club, whose members had probably already started thinking about what to do in their next match. They’d made it to nationals —which wasn’t a surprise at all, really— but you knew that in order for them to win, all the players in the team needed to stay focused on volleyball, including Akaashi; or, actually, especially Akaashi. He was their setter and he really should be out there with his teammates talking about whatever it was they were discussing —you didn't know what it was because they were too far away, but that didn’t matter— and not in this dark corner with you, of all people.

“Akaashi,” you said, trying to stay focused for the sake of you both. You felt him mumble something against the skin of your neck, but he didn’t let go of you, nor did he show any signs of stopping what he was doing anytime soon.

“Aren’t the others going to notice you’re not with them?”

“They probably already have,” he said, still perfectly calm, before planting yet another kiss on your skin, this time just below your ear. His mouth and hands were so warm on your body and it took everything in you to keep thinking about where you were.

“And? Don’t you think they’ll start looking for you soon?”

“Maybe.”

“Akaashi!” You covered your mouth as soon as you realized you’d spoken a bit louder than what was probably necessary. You glanced around you but nobody had walked by, so you allowed yourself to relax a bit. “They might be talking about something important.”

Another hum of acknowledgement. Then another kiss, on your jaw this time. This wasn’t like the times you two got excited, this was one of the moments shared between the two of you that were soft and sweet, those that reminded you of just how loved and cherished Akaashi could make you feel.

“They could be talking about the match,” you said, even though you knew their next match wouldn't be starting anytime soon, one last attempt to remind him you were in public and someone could walk by and see you at any moment, but you weren’t really resisting him anymore.

When was the last time you two had managed to be alone like this lately? You couldn’t remember.

“Or they could be talking about something completely irrelevant to volleyball, like sea turtles.” He leaned back a little.

You opened your eyes. “Sea turtles?”

“Earlier Bokuto said he watched a part of a documentary about it some time ago.”

You laughed, picturing how the conversation might have gone inside your head.

“You know,” you said after a little while, feeling his lips touch your neck again. “You’ve been kissing me everywhere except from my lips.” You brought his face closer and rubbed your nose with his. “Why?”

“It’s a bit silly…”

“Silly?” You giggled when he planted a kiss on your nose. “Tell me.”

“I think…” He caressed your cheek with his hand and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, basking in the warmth of his fingers.

“What?”

He leaned in again, and his lips were only a few inches away from your own when he said, “If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop.”

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[keijifairy]

OOOOOOOOHHHHH MY GOSHH??? 😫 my heart is gonna burst im already so in love with keiji PLEASE 🏃 

[keijifairy]

hi bb, just a reminder that you're beautiful and i love you 🥺💕💞💕💞

!!!!! this made me smile so hard WAAAHH please my heart is yours 😭 thank you beautiful angel moon i love you so much 💕💘 💗💗

[shouyouwrites]

hello i just found your blog and I love your writings!! 😍💕 And am very excited to see your requests are open🙈 can i have a scenerio or a headcanon (whichever makes you comfortable) of sakusa with a s/o who likes to paint and draw, like they can have paint on their face/hands/shirt for the whole day if nobody points it out.. and his s/o apartment is like sorta 'messy' thanks to those art tools and drawings, and it sometimes drives this poor germaphobe cutie crazy😂😂

hi sweetie!! thank you so much and thank you for your request, it was so cute! i realized that writing about sakusa being soft is truly therapeutic, and i’m not even exaggerating! i’m not sure if this is exactly what you wanted, but i had so much fun with this, so i hope you'll enjoy!! 💕💕

When he first finds out about it, he’s just shocked, so much so that he doesn’t even know what to say. He’s still sort of getting to know you when you two start dating and even though he knows how much you love drawing, nothing could prepare him for the first time he steps foot into your apartment and finds it an absolute mess.

It’s not that it’s dirty, if anything your space is actually pretty clean so he allows himself to be happy for a couple of seconds, and that’s what makes it even more frustrating, because why couldn’t you just put your brushes and your paints where they belong after you’re done with them, he just doesn’t understand it.

He tells you so the first couple of times you two hang out in your apartment, which aren’t a lot because even though it’s clean he insists that you hang out in his apartment more because your art supplies are always all over the place.

You try your best to somehow find a way not to place everything in random places while you draw but you can’t help yourself, when you’re creating the only thing on your mind is the drawing and if you think too much about other random things you get distracted, and getting distracted is way worse than just having a messy apartment. So you tell him that you can’t stop doing it even though you do wish you could have everything a little more organized sometimes.

He doesn’t stop complaining altogether, but after a couple of fights between the two of you he doesn’t do it as often as time goes on, because he starts to get to know you better too and he realizes that art is a very big part of you and that you have a very special relationship with it just as he does with volleyball, and so he kind of lets it go and just refrains from being in your apartment all that often or for long periods of time.

It’s only when he happens to be in your place while you’re drawing that he finally understands what is actually going on and why your place is always such a mess after you’re done with painting. 

He can only look at you dumbfounded as you open the door and greet him with a smile, a very beautiful one that would’ve been absolutely perfect in his eyes if it weren’t for the fact that your face and hands were covered in paint in so many places.

“What happened?!” he asks, or something else along those lines, and you can only look at him like he’s grown a second head. “I’m just painting, come in,” you say, and he reluctantly steps inside and tries to keep himself calm when he sees that your apartment is somehow even more of a mess than all the previous times he’s been here.

Oh, so this is what happens and that’s why the apartment is like that every time.

He gets to cleaning and putting stuff away where he thinks they probably belong as you paint, waiting for you to be done so you two can spend some time together.

In the middle of cleaning he’s trying so hard not to give in to the unbelievable urge to do something about your face and hands, but he doesn’t really succeed.

In the middle of cleaning up a little bit, he comes closer to you and insists you take a small break from painting, and you look at him in question but you agree nonetheless. He takes you to the bathroom and helps you clean your hands and face with so much water and soap that it’s ridiculous, but you find it so funny and cute that he’s so absolutely determined to remove the paint from your body.

He lets you get back to painting while he cleans up the rest of the apartment, and when he’s done and looks at you only to realize you managed to get paint on your hands again, he’s about to tell you to take another break, but then he looks, he really, truly looks at you and the way you work and he can only stare at you, frozen on the spot.

There’s a certain gentleness and confidence in your movements, as though you’re painting something you’ve already worked on more than a thousand times already, but he knows that isn’t the case, because he’s seen your work and this particular painting is unique, just like the rest.

He finds himself mesmerized by the focus and dedication you work with, he finds himself unable to look away from the pure happiness and calmness yet excitement that shine in your expression, he finds himself feeling oddly satisfied when you pause for a bit and frown, or when your lips turn into a thin line and your eyebrows furrow, when your movements become uncertain and yet you still manage to keep going, you still manage to keep drawing and eventually succeed because a smile is playing on your lips again.

He realizes as he watches you draw more and more as you two grow closer that he loves watching you as you do so, he gets used to the smell of paint and the way the whole room shines —the way you, yourself, shine— when you’re working on a painting or when you finish one.

He doesn’t like the mess or the fact that you manage to get paint all over yourself and your clothes every single time, but he finds the way you draw so absolutely endearing and it does things to his heart he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to put into words, things he doesn’t think he’ll ever be brave enough to admit out loud.

this was my first time writing about this bub so sorry if he was ooc- thank you for reading, here are my rules and masterlist! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

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[keijifairy]

JXBDIJCBDF moon,, this,, is so so pretty!! it made my heart flutter while reading T_T 💗

[shouyouwrites]

Domestic!AU Oikawa with the prompt "How do I look?'? Maybe he is taking wife out for date for first time in years since they had kids? I am bad in explaining...🙈

this request was absolutely adorable, thank you for your request sweetie!! i’m sorry it took so long and also because this is sort of a mess. i hope you’ll see this and enjoy it anyway! 🥺💕💕

“Oh, for the love of—” When the tiny object slipped from your fingers and landed on the floor, you cursed under your breath. This was ridiculous. You were about to run a hand through your hair —something you usually did when you were frustrated— when you remembered just how much time you’d spent trying to make it look good for tonight. Heart hammering in your chest at the thought of how you’d almost ruined it, you took a breath and tried to calm down. 

Faint calls of ‘mommy’ and ‘mom’ could be heard outside your bedroom and loud footsteps echoed in the corridor. You truly loved your children, but you sometimes found yourself wishing they would let you breathe, even if only for a couple of minutes.

“What’s Tooru even doing?” you mumbled as you scanned the floor with your eyes, looking for your earring. When you finally found it, you felt a little better. You picked it up and sat down on your chair again, eyes glued on the mirror in front of you. 

You’d already dropped this tiny thing twice this evening. If you dropped it one more time, you were certain you’d go out of your mind and try to do something stupid like cancel the date, no matter how important it was to Tooru and yourself.

Roughly five minutes after that, you found yourself standing before the mirror, your bag in one hand and your phone in the other.

For some reason, looking at yourself like this, you felt nervous. You didn’t even know why. No matter how often you and Tooru had the chance to go on actual dates anymore, it was obvious that you loved each other just as much as you did all those years ago, or maybe even just a little more, now that you knew each other so well. So, why were you nervous?

This feeling reminded you of the first time you two had gone out. Many things had happened since that date, many years had passed, and yet it somehow felt like it was just yesterday when you were making a move to take his hand in yours for the first time, or when he was leaning in to kiss you for the first time. This familiar feeling of nervousness reminded you of how things were back then, and how they hadn’t really changed all that much after all.

With a brief smile at your reflection and a newfound confidence, you turned around and got out of the room.

You were greeted by a pair of small hands grabbing your own.

“Mommy!” was all your daughter said before someone lifted her in the air.

“My bad. This lady is way too fast for her own good!” Hajime shook his head, but the smile on his lips and the fondness in his voice betrayed that he was probably feeling more proud than frustrated.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Thanks Hajime, I really appreciate what you’re doing for us tonight.”

“Don’t even mention it. You know how it goes, they love me, I love them, there’s no way I’d refuse,” he paused, and you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes soften. “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

Cheeks warming up a little, you felt your smile widen. “Thank you.”

He nodded and said, “You two go have fun, okay? I’ve got this.”

Hajime was probably the most mature one out of all of you. His presence was always so warm and comforting, and he was always so reliable. Now that he had instantly agreed to watch over your children while you and Tooru were out, you thought —not for the first time— just how lucky you two were to have him.

You found Tooru in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. He was looking at something on his phone when you walked in.

“Ready to go then-” he stopped talking the moment your eyes met, and when you saw him trail his eyes over your body, you smiled.

The silence seemed to last far too long after that. Figuring he really had no intention to finish that sentence, you took a breath.

“How do I look?”

“Are you seriously…” He closed the distance between you and placed his hands on your waist. “Are you seriously asking me that?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. You were about to say something back at him, when he leaned in and gave you a kiss.

“Y/N, you’re gorgeous.” He took your face in his hands and pressed your foreheads together, before coming closer for another kiss. “This relationship isn’t fair at all. How come I’m the only one aging, huh?”

You threw your head back and laughed at that. He was absolutely gorgeous, so you didn’t know where that was coming from.

“Oh shut up, you’re as handsome as ever.” You took his hand in yours and started leading him out of the kitchen. “Now come on, or we’ll be late.”

This kind of reminded you of the time when you two were still young, the time when you two went on your first date together, but you brushed off that thought as soon as it had come.

You might not have the time to ‘officially’ go on dates together anymore, but that didn’t mean anything, it didn’t mean you didn’t spend time together doing other things. The time you spent together was precious no matter what you were doing. The past was beautiful and it belonged to your past self and her only. You could only hold onto it in the form of memories.

Now it was time to make new ones.

thank you for reading sweeties!! 💗 yes i still have some requests from that prompt list aaa can you tell i was gone for so long?? 💕💕

[keijifairy]

idk if i ever made it clear that im completely in love w oikawa tooru :(!!!!!!!

[shouyouwrites]

"You know, I could stay here forever, with you." With Tsukishima after his partner hugs him for the first time 😳 also you're a super sweet and write these characters really well! I love seeing you on my dash when you post ☺️ your positive energy always makes my shoulders feel lighter

hi sweetie! thank you so so much omg, you’re too kind!! 😭😭 and thank you for your adorable request, i wrote this back then but never got to post it! it’s pretty cheesy and a mess (then again, so are my other fics haha) but i hope you’ll see this and enjoy it nonetheless! 💕💕 kei being soft never fails to warm my mechanical heart :’) 

Looking at the clock for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning, you bit your lower lip to keep it from trembling. Two more minutes and the teacher would be there, your exams in hand. Some of your classmates looked just as anxious as you felt, while others didn’t seem to care about their exam results at all.

You’d been waiting all week to get your hands on that paper. You didn’t want to sound dramatic, but you were horrible at the subject. Sometimes you just wished you could wake up one morning and find out it was gone, as though it had never existed in the first place.

Not once in your life had you done particularly well in an exam in this class. You’d always tried studying alone though, and even though this time you’d actually asked for help, even though you’d been pretty confident when handing in the exam, now you couldn’t help but feel like you had, in spite of it all, failed once again.

The image of Kei letting out a sigh as you told him you’d messed up, even after all the hours you two had spent together at the library and each other’s houses —trying to prevent that from happening— terrified you. You didn’t want to see him like that. You didn’t want that horrible look to be directed at you of all people. Maybe you were just being dramatic again, because he’d even told you there was no way you’d mess up because you’d worked so hard, but you didn’t think you’d be able to handle it. Yes, you were his girlfriend, and yes, he cared about you, but you’d only been dating for a couple of days. He’d confessed to you during one of your study sessions, when you were talking about this very subject.

You couldn’t fail.

“Y/N, well done.” You’d been so caught up in thinking about the worst possible case scenario that you didn’t realize your teacher had already walked in.

You could only look at her as though she’d grown a second head, and the look on your face must have really been funny because she let out a laugh and said, “You did well.”

You took the paper in your hands, almost flinching when you saw you’d made quite a few mistakes here and there, but your heart swelled with pride and joy when you realized you’d actually done amazing for someone who had always been struggling with this subject.

You couldn’t fight the grin that touched your lips even if you tried. You really had to tell Kei about this.

* * * *

The moment you dragged him out of his class, the moment you found yourselves alone in the hallway, you didn’t waste any time to throw your arms around him. You were so excited and happy that you laughed at the little sound of surprise he made.

“So, I’m guessing you were happy with the results?” he said as he hugged you back. He sounded amused and his voice brought you back to reality. Did you just really hug him for the first time without even— 

“Ah, sorry, I didn’t- I mean, yeah!” You started to let go of him, but he held you even tighter.

You’d held hands before and you’d even shared a few kisses, but not once had you hugged each other like this. You could feel your heart going wild inside your chest, beating so quickly as though it was going to burst.

“You don’t…” he paused, as though he wasn’t sure what to say. “You don’t have to let go just yet.”

Whatever it was that you were expecting, it wasn’t this. Cheeks burning, you hugged him again and placed your forehead on his chest. You didn’t trust your voice, so you stayed quiet.

For a while neither of you said anything, and neither made a move to pull away.

When you felt a hand run through your hair, you couldn’t help but close your eyes and melt in his embrace at the touch. Kei was so gentle sometimes and it never failed to make you fall in love with him even more.

“You know, I could stay here forever, with you,” he said, and you tightened your hold around him in response. 

You made a mental note to yourself to hug him more often. Standing there, in the circle of his arms, feeling warm and loved, you felt like nothing could touch you, and you realized that you really didn’t want to let go of him just yet, or ever.

“I want you to.”

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yes, more fics from the prompt list bc i never got to post them back then aaaa

[keijifairy]

the way i forgot about my huge crush on tsukki,,, then i read this i 😫😫😫

[shouyouwrites]

congrats on 100 bby!!! could i get tsukishima with #9 from the prompt list?? thanks in advance :D

aww thank you sweetie, and thank you for your request! this is yet another fic i wrote back then but never got to post, so sorry for taking so long, and this is pretty short, but i hope you’ll see it and enjoy it anyway! 💕💕

You and Kei are a couple that’s not very affectionate in public. You prefer to keep to yourselves, kissing in empty rooms or in private corners, in places where you two can just be alone and not have to worry about people’s eyes burning on your skin. There are subtle touches here and there when you’re with others, your hands brushing as you walk or both of you sending brief glances the other’s way until your eyes meet more than twice. You like it, not sharing that many things about your personal life with the world, and you’re used to it by now.

There are times, however, when you find yourself looking at the couples around you with a mix of jealousy and even longing. You know Kei doesn’t care about what the people around you think. You know there are things way more important to him than having an arm around your shoulders as you walk, or giving you kisses for absolutely no reason in the middle of the sidewalk, or taking your hand in his all of a sudden.

Kei shows he cares for you in quieter, more subtle ways. He does so when he helps you with your work or reminds you to take a break from it. He does so when he comments on the fact that you’re wearing a new perfume, he does so by noticing when you’re not acting like yourself. He shows he cares about you by always being there when you need him. There have been times when he’s kissed you out of nowhere with the excuse that you’d been frowning, and times when he’s brushed your hair away from your face supposedly for your sake, because ‘Y/N, I know what a struggle it is not being able to see clearly’.

Kei is sweet like that, sometimes without even realizing it, and it never fails to make the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

He’s very observant. He notices when you stare at something for too long, when you make a face at something you saw or something you heard, and even when the only visible sign that you’re uncomfortable is the stiffness of your shoulders, Kei still notices it.

So it’s not really a surprise that he sees the way you look at the couple walking a few feet away from you, hands connected, soft smiles playing on their lips, and brushes his hand against yours.

“Here, you can hold my hand if you want,” he says, and you can’t help but smile and take up on his offer right away.

“If you don’t want to, then—”

“I want to,” he says, cutting you off, and all doubt you might have had before vanishes in mere seconds.

Kei can indeed be sweet like that, in quiet, subtle ways, sometimes without even realizing it, but there are also times when he does things he knows matter to you, because he knows that just because something may seem insignificant to him, it doesn’t mean it’s not important to you.

He respects your wishes like that, and that makes you fall just a little deeper in love with him every single time.

thank you for reading angels!! here are my rules and masterlist! ♡

i only have some prompt requests left so these will be coming to an end at last! it’s actually so cute that i got two tsukishima requests back to back at the time! once i finish these and some headcanon requests, i will be opening my requests again! stay safe and remember to take care of yourselves!! 💕💕

[keijifairy]

oh to hold tsukkis hand,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,thinking,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

[shouyouwrites]

Ay0 can I request 24. "Were you just staring at Me?" From your prompt list with Tendou lol - ♤

hi sweetie, thank you for your request! i’m sorry it took so long, i hope you’ll see this and like it anyway! 💕 btw, the reader being best friends with semi?? hell yes, this is exactly what happens, because i can ;) hope you enjoy!! 💗

You and Satori didn’t know each other very well. You were really good friends with Semi, and that’s how you met Satori, when you went to one of Shiratorizawa’s volleyball practices for the first time. It would be a lie to say that a particular middle blocker hadn’t caught your interest after watching that practice match.

You didn’t know Satori very well, yes, but something about him made you feel drawn to him, something about his personality was pulling you in as though he was some sort of walking magnet. You didn’t think he’d noticed, not until one day he approached you after one of the —now many— practices you’d watched.

“Were you just staring at me?”

“I— what?!” You let out a —quite embarrassing honestly— squeak, and for a moment you wished Semi was with you. You looked around and saw he was talking with Reon, and you cursed your bad luck. How come this boy was never there when you needed him the most? You stared at the back of Semi’s head for a little while, as though you could somehow call out to him with your telepathic abilities —which, you sadly didn’t have— as though you could magically make him turn around and come over, but to no avail. He didn’t even give you as much as a glance.

“You were staring at me. Earlier, and yesterday, and the day before that. Actually, I could feel your eyes at the back of my neck from the very first time you came here,” Satori said, as though it was the most normal thing to say, as though he didn’t just make you feel like some sort of creep and the biggest coward in the whole world for not having found the courage to ask him out yet. He said it as though there was nothing wrong or —even worse— particularly interesting about you staring at him for so long. 

“I…” You had no idea what to say. What were you even supposed to say? Apologize? Deny it or accept that he’d noticed it and pretend that it wasn't that big of a deal after all? “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

He looked surprised, like he hadn’t expected it at all, because after just standing there and blinking at you for a couple of seconds, he laughed and shook his head.

“Made me uncomfortable? I’m just not used to that kind of attention is all.” He glanced at something behind you as he said this, and before you went ahead and said that there was no way there weren’t many people interested in Satori, Semi came up behind you and put a hand on your shoulder.

“So, ready to go? I need help with that history project.”

You nodded your head, not having any time to say anything else to Satori before you two made your way outside. A part of you wanted to turn around and approach him again, but you were already out of the gym and you didn’t want to bother him without even knowing what to say. It was probably better to prepare yourself first and face Satori some other time.

Only half listening to Semi as he went on about how group projects were absolutely disastrous all the time, you happened to glance behind your shoulder, only to see that Satori was walking right behind you two.

“I didn’t really get your name,” he said, and both you and Semi stopped on your tracks. 

You ignored the quiet, confused ‘Eh?’ Semi let out and said, “Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

 “Y/N,” Satori mumbled, as if tasting the sound of it on his tongue. “Well, I hope I’ll see you in our next practices, then? You’ll be there, won’t you?”

“Of course.”

That must’ve been what he was expecting —or maybe even what he wanted?— to hear, because he gave you a smile and sent a wink Semi’s way, before turning around and walking toward Ushijima, who had probably been waiting for him a few feet away.

“You and Tendou? So that’s why you’re so interested in volleyball all of a sudden!”

“Shut up!” you said, lightly slapping his shoulder as he laughed. But you felt light and relaxed, and that maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t have to keep looking at your crush from afar anymore. Perhaps you two could become something more than strangers, maybe you could even become friends, and then maybe, just maybe, something more than that.

“You know, he’s been asking about you lately.”

“What?! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I just wanted to see how long it would take before one of you made a move.”

 “Semi!”

“Well, it all worked out in the end, didn’t it?”

well, that was it! thank you for reading sweeties!! 

here are my rules and masterlist! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

taglist: @haajiime @yams046 ily angels ♡ (let me know if you would like to be added to my taglist or removed from it lovelies!)

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