haikyuu!! characters as things my friends have done (that may or may not have made me catch feelings)
yachi hitoka, sitting on your lap on a blanket outside of her house. she’s passive aggressive, complaining softly about her mom while rubbing the glossy polish on your nails and admiring the color. all you can do is watch her in awe while you wonder how lucky you are to have a such an amazing... friend.
tanaka ryuunosuke as your personal hype man! every time you do anything, this motherfuckers always gonna back you up. new hair? you look fucking amazing. you did well on your geometry test? hell yeah, he knew you would! and every time you tell him that you can’t handle compliments, he smiles and tells you it’s okay, he likes seeing you happy and flustered. and there you go again, smiling like an idiot.
hinata shoyo as baking with you! you both insist that you’re amazing bakers, but my god no you aren’t. you try making a roblox character out of white cake and vanilla icing for a potluck and by the end of it, you decided that you’ll just never talk about the atrocity again. to say it look like shit would be a compliment <3 y’all just bring a store bought fruit platter and hope it’s enough
iwaizumi hajime as acting as your damn mom. yes, iwa, i know it’s 12:03am and we have school in the morning— do you wanna go get smoothies or not? he lectures you, ‘this is why you suck at math, (n/n)’ all while throwing on the closest pair of sweats and a hoodie and dragging you out the door to the nearest smoothie place
dying makki’s hair! yeah, his hair color isn’t natural, but he refuses to let anyone besides you and his parents know that. ‘you better take this shit to the grave, (y/n)’ he warns, faking a frown. you smile in response, nodding ‘i’ll make sure to tell oikawa first thing in the morning’ he rolls his eyes and laughs, and y’all do your thing. he rewards you with cuddles for doing such a good job but only if he can the little spoon, and honestly? you don’t want it any other way
osamu didn’t want to play just dance, let alone did he want to dance to britney spears at a training camp, so when atsumu begged him to play he just said no. it wasn’t until you agreed that osamu let in, and before he knew it, he was in the dancing to baby one more time as the green cheerleader. after the dance ended, atsumu yelled at him, “‘samu! why’d ya change yer mind?” and the silver haired boy just looked at you and ignored atsumu.
kuroo tetsurou as helping you take down your hair. you call him just to keep you company while you take down your hair, but he this ain’t his first time and he knows that taking down box braids alone isn’t easy. you don’t expect him to show up to your door as quickly as he did, but you’re thanking whatever god brought gave you tetsu as a best friend. he doesn’t let you say a word and before you know it, he’s pulling you into the bathroom. “i wanna try and get this done in an hour, max.” you laugh at his wishful thinking.
and lastly, tsukishima kei as defending you. he knew you had it— you didn’t need him to defend you— but someone saying shit about you that wasn’t true jus didn’t sit right with him. so when someone starts talking shit about you, he’s quick to shut that down. “shut the fuck up, you sound stupid.” is all he has to say before the antagonist gets embarrassed. and before you can thank him, he’s already moved on.
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based on a tiktok i saw recently!! also first post >:)
“I thought we agreed that you’d wear teal today,” is the first thing he says to you. He’s waiting outside the ornate doors to the ballroom, a phantasm in fitted white dress uniform, teal vines entwining with gold leaves on his shoulders.
You take the arm he offers a little more roughly than is necessary, forcing a smile as the doors inch open slowly.
“We didn’t agree on anything,” you whisper lowly, brow twitching with the effort to keep the smile on your lips, “you decided that on your own, Your Highness.” The crowd parts before you like seas at a trailing hand.
“Ah, is that so?” He sounds remarkably cavalier, and you dig your nails deeper into his arm in spite. The small wince that you manage to catch out of the corner of your eye before he washes it away with an easy grin fills you with vindictive pleasure.
“Well,” Oikawa says, taking a step away from you to bow at the waist, “allow me to make up for it with a dance?” His eyes remain fixed on yours, teasing and challenging, reflecting the massive chandelier above your heads.
The nobles titter. How lovely, in your mind’s eye you see the dainty lift of gloved hands to painted lips, the Crown Prince and his bride.
“You may,” you say, because, well, if he wants a challenge, you’ll give it to him. You extend a hand, and Oikawa takes it - presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
You hear the flutter of lace fans stuttering open, the muffled giggles of girls barely of age; how in love they must be.
Oikawa draws you in with a hand resting almost on the small of your back - low enough to seem intimate, not enough to be vulgar - and you thread your arms around his neck.
“Say, Tooru,” you breathe, brushing your lips gently against the shell of his ear as the violins start playing, “I think you’d look dashing in purple.”
It was honestly a true wonder how you hadn’t noticed how much Todoroki paid attention to you.
The whole class—heck the whole school even—though all knew how much the Icy Hot student cared for you.
Whether it be pushing you to the side as Kaminari and Kirishima were being rowdy or whether when he gently removes an eyelash on your face— always giving you that same soft smile after.
But even as he offers you his homework after you mentioned forgetting about it to your friend, the class truly was bewildered at how you seemed so oblivious and unaware of the boy’s constant actions.
“Oh! Thanks Todoroki-kun! You’re a sweetheart, I swear!” You say as you gave him that same friendly smile you gave everyone else, not noticing how Mina just shakes her head in the corner— exasperated by your obliviousness.
“You’re welcome, Y/N. But call me Shoto instead.” Maybe it was the sudden blush that crept to your face, or maybe the fact that despite all his caring actions, Todoroki was never one to pull an advance more than what was borderline (like very border, too much really) friendliness.
This was a first and it had the class buzzing with excitement.
You hadn’t noticed how it got seemingly more quiet— everyone’s attention trained on the two of you.
“Oh, uh, sure. Shoto-kun.” Of course you just had to add the formality. Groaning, Mina finally drags you out of the classroom— not noticing how unlike the rest of the class, Todoroki’s smile was far from disappointed.
As soon as Mina had you outside though, it was a whole different situation. “Seriously, Y/N? Do you seriously not notice what Todoroki’s trying to tell you?”
Your eyes bug out at her sudden outburst, confusion evident on your face.
“What do you mean?”
Mina groans yet again and you swore she was about to pull the hair off her head at that moment.
“Y/N, listen to me.” After calming down, she then clasps both of your hands in hers, trying her best to keep her voice calm and steady.
“He brings you a juice box every morning, walks down the halls with you despite how you’re always in a conversation with a different person during. He literally always has one eye on you and gazes at you as if you were the only thing he sees— do you really need more?”
Her composure fails her by the end of her little rant and she could only sigh as she sees your face unreadable, assuming it was of incomprehension.
“He literally follows you around like a lost puppy, Y/N. Don’t you think it’s getting kind of obvious?” And finally as your face blooms into that of a rose, she shakes her yet again as if saying— “Finally, you’re starting to get it.”
Before you could even speak though, out emerges the boy in question, immediately taking place next to you with a look of worry on his face.
“Is there something wrong with the two of you guys over here? We could see you guys just talking through the window and Mina seems... agitated.” Of course he came at the right moment. But actually...
“Oh, I don’t know Todoroki. I was just telling Y/N here how I think you had something to say, don’t you?” And as he glances to your form, seeing how you fiddle with your fingers, he wastes no time wrapping an arm around your waist— the whole class inside was silent watching in anticipation.
What they didn’t expect though were the next words to leave your lips.
“They found out and it’s all your fault, idiot.”
Found out? What exactly? So you knew? And what happened to the ‘Todoroki-kun’ and ‘Shoto-kun’? Collectively, a million questions went around both Mina’s and the class’s heads. Only for it to be silenced by Todoroki’s statement.
“Oh, was it that obvious that you and I were dating?”
And it took approximately 2 seconds before Kaminari drops dead. Iida was spouting questions and comments a mile a second. Uraraka, Froppy, and Momo all just held each other by the shoulders as if trying to steady themselves.
“Tch, about time you guys went out with it.” Bakugo sneers at the corner.
“Wait, Kaachan, you knew?” This time it was towards the explosive blondie did everyone’s attention went towards to.
And with that same annoyed expression on his face, he made an outburst in frustration. “Hah?! It was so fucking obvious so I asked the stupid half and half and he said yeah.”
Meanwhile, it took you a second to register everything that happened before you had to lunge at Mina to stop her from falling as her legs gave out.
“Wait? So that’s not what you meant by Shoto being so obvious?” Truly, you couldn’t even wrap your head around what was happening. “No, you idiot! We all thought he just had a big crush on you and you didn’t notice!”
And collectively, as you took a glance at your newly exposed boyfriend next to you, him sharing that same look of confusion on his face —you two laughed and that laugh rang across the halls as if it mocked the class of their foolishness.
“Oh my god. That is so funny. Shoto, I can’t believe they thought it was one-sided.” He pouts at your comment, grip tightening around your waist.
“Hey, you’re the one that wasn’t showing me even an ounce of affection so of course they would think it was one-sided.” And you rolled your eyes as you flicked him on the forehead.
“Then that would ruin the whole plane of keeping it a secret wouldn’t it? And why did you even tell me to call you Shoto earlier?! I had to rack my brain for an idea for it to not be so obvious because of your little stunt.”
“I missed hearing you call me that.”
And really it was the kiss you two shared that truly broke the class. Their eyes all empty as they stared at the two of you in disbelief.
“I gotta admit that was fun though. Maybe we should break up so you can keep courting me like that then.” You giggle as the boy nuzzles against your hair. Soft breath tickling your neck as he huffs a whine against it.
“No. Now that they all know, you have to make up for the weeks of affection you didn’t reciprocate.”
Another kiss this time on his cheek, you laugh as the boy smiles against it.
“Alright, I’ll make sure to double it.”
bonus.
“How many months now?” “4.”
“And why did you guys decide to keep it a secret?” “Well it wasn’t supposed to but somehow we got too deep and it just felt awkward to announce it then.”
It wasn’t a surprise that, as soon as the shock had subsided and you and your boyfriend took your respective seats next to each other, did the whole class crowd and bombard you with a million questions.
“You guys are the devils, I swear.” Kaminari finally woke up to glare at the two of you.
“Especially you, Todoroki, we were all heartbroken at how Y/N didn’t seem to notice your affections but the whole time, behind the scenes you had her all to yourself?!”
“I believe Y/N is actually the more cruel one in this situation. She was the one that did not bother to even acknowledge all the affections nor being aware of it, therefore, she was the one being more harsh to Todoroki-kun.” Yaomomo and Kaminari argued.
If you knew that the class would be having a full debate on the whole situation for the rest of the day then maybe you would have gone against keeping it as a secret in the first place.
“You wanna go skip while they’re all caught up trying to fight each other?” You whisper to your boyfriend, who frankly seemed a little bit unaffected than you thought was fair.
What you didn’t know was that he was just glad that he could hold your hand out in the open and kiss your cheeks whenever he wanted to now.
“Whatever you want, darling.”
a/n. lol this was honestly so extra. baby shoto just can’t hide his love for you okay?? 😪 please forgive him. also should i make a prequel? 🤔
“Now that was fun wasn’t it, little bird?” “Oh, shut up, Keigo.” Hawks's hair was a mess. Maybe it was the fact that somehow you two were able to get rowdy in the supply closet, or maybe it was just his natural ratchet hairstyle, you thought as you stare at it— fighting the urge to just smooth the soft-looking strands down.
You hoped that the rest of the guests in the party figured it was the latter, though. But you wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t with the way Hawks notices your urge to fix his hair immediately bending down with a smirk on his face.
"Will you fix it for me, dove? Can't really find a mirror nearby and you wouldn't want your lovely boyfriend's face not looking too handsome, right?" He spoke with such saccharine smugness it almost made you hurl.
"You're not my boyfriend, Keigo." But nonetheless, you pull his shoulder down lower and start to at least try fixing the nest on his head. "Sure, sweetheart, but while your ex is out and about here, I am— aren't I?"
Really, you should've known better than to choose Hawks as your fake boyfriend for the night, but desperate times call for desperate measures. And having your ex walk towards you to the bar as the Pro Hero #2 flirted up a storm to you was definitely more than a desperate moment, you had decided.
"Only for tonight, bird boy." You whisper just under your breath but with Hawks barely a centimetre away from your face and hands on your hips, it was loud and clear— your voice but not the message.
“Don’t call me that, Denki.” Your nose scrunches at your best friend’s words. Maybe it was unconscious, but it made you snap nonetheless.
“Call you what? Babe?” Took everything in you to not roll your eyes at that moment, pulling away from hugging said electric boy.
“Yes, that. Just because I forgave you doesn’t mean you can call me— that.” You don’t even remember what it was you forgave him for, just that the boy wouldn’t stop whining at how you gave him the silent treatment.
You knew one thing though— was that no matter what, you never wanted to hear your best friend call you that dreaded b word.
“Awe, why not, Y/N? You are a babe though!” It annoys you how clueless he was. As if he didn’t know just exactly what line he was teetering on.
“I don’t care, Denki. I do not want you calling me the same thing you call your flirts.” Maybe that came out a little more harsh than you wanted. But at least you got your point across, right?
Finally, it seems the boy gave up calling you that name thankfully. And now the day went on as usual— classes, projects, Denki never forgetting to chase you when you got too far down the halls as he flirted with other girls, some homework, and end of the day special training.
All was the usual, next day came by quick. Thinking it was just going to be the usual again, you stretched your arms behind your back— ready for the day.
That is, until, Denki somehow decided to bring back the stupid pet name you just told him to not call you again as soon as he saw you walking towards Class 1-A.
“Denki, did you already forget what I said about that name yesterday?” Exasperated was your tone, this boy really was just clueless, wasn’t he?
“Well, I have an idea actually, babe.” Relentless, he was starting to get on your nerves to be honest.
“You said you didn’t want to hear your best friend call you babe so what if—“ Eyes widening, you think about how you thought of that yesterday. Did you really say that out loud without noticing?
Before you could even question Denki about it though, his right arm wraps around your waist — pulling you closer to him as a smile danced on that pretty face of his.
“— we became more than that.. babe?”
It took 2 seconds for you to decide on your next action — a flick on the forehead. But even with a flick on the forehead the boy wouldn’t let go of your waist, so you squirm before giving up another 2 seconds later just to glare at the person holding you captive.
“You’re stupid. Is that really how you’re asking me out?” You couldn’t help but feel the blush creep up your face as the boy’s smile widens.
“What?! Wasn’t it suave enough?” In the back of your head you were so ready to smack the boy a new one, but before you knew it something else happened instead.
A soft kiss was what wiped that stupid smirk off his face and as much as you wanted to tease him for winning one at his own game— the more serious side of your brain told you you had other responsibilities before that.
“This better not be just another flirt, Denki. Or so help me god, I swear you’ll never see the light of day aga—.”
Another soft kiss, seems that Denki finally pulled out of his thoughts now. It would be a lie if he said he didn’t absolutely expect you to just flick him off and walk away.
So the fact that you actually kissed him, and you were okay with being more than best friends? Denki felt like a fish out of water— head empty, literally.
At least until he heard your voice bring him back down to that moment.
Were your lips usually this soft? He doesn’t remember seeing you wear chapstick all that often. So how did they feel like pillows on a cloud? He couldn’t get enough of them.
“Not a flirt, Y/N.” Of course now he decided to drop the ‘babe’.
“You’re sure you’re not kissing me to just shut me up? Cause I swear I actually really do wanna be more than friends.” He didn’t mean to sound that needy, but really what was the point in hiding it now? He just kissed his best friend twice under a minute, that’s not something he planned on doing this morning.
When his arm wasn’t on your waist anymore both hands held your shoulders as he stared straight into your eyes instead. And no, you didn’t miss how he glanced back at your lips that one split second.
Just seeing this Denki was enough to relieve your thoughts of this being a flirt, honestly. But really with him looking at you as if your next words could make or break him, you couldn’t help but wanna play — a small smirk lightly crossing your face.
“Actually, I did just kiss you to shut you up, Denki.” And with the way his eyes blew out, you couldn’t help but let your smirk turn into that of a full grin now.
Don’t worry, you didn’t let it get too far though. Laughter spills out easily as you loop your arms around his neck— the second his hold on your shoulders loosened.
This boy, even flushed and flustered his hands didn’t skip a beat to take place on your waist though. A bag of surprises is what you guessed you were soon going to call your boyfriend.
But really a better nickname came into mind as you hear his breath hitch the minute you brought your lips next to his ear. Your smile still played childish, like a kid who won candy.
“But I guess I wouldn’t mind being more than best friends too, babe.”
a/n. hi yes i love one (1) denki and one (1) denki only ☝️ first bnha writing too ayeee. honestly, out of all the bnha boys don’t you think denki would be the best bf though? 🤔 just me? k.
"So...It's All Cake?" "It Always Was" | A Miya Twins Headcanon
warning: 100% crack, i cannot ensure that some of the things that happen here will happen in real life but i suppose y'all know that already. also i watched way too many cake videos kjskjk
so the miya twins tend to fixate on certain video compilations and it changes from time to time
ex: kinder joy egg unboxings, diy hair bleaching fails, slime asmr/tutorials
and now it was cake
or rather, those videos of things that look like the real thing but then someone cuts into it and its actually cake
and these videos got both of the miya twins up all night jus sending videos back and forth
atsumu: omg look, they’re doing the same for electronic devices
osamu: iS THAT AN,,, IPHONE???
atsumu: IKR THESE BAKERS ARE ONTO SOMETHING
osamu: AND WE THOUGHT THAT BAKER DUDE FROM THE HUNGER GAMES WAS ON SOME SHIT
finally they fall asleep at 3 in the fucking am
atsumu wakes up to the sound of his alarm at 5 am but when he tries to turn it off on the side of his bed his hand lands on something squishy
he gets up and finds his hand covered in frosting and crumbs and turns to see that he slammed his hand on some chocolate cake with vanilla buttercream frosting
atsumu: weird, i don’t remember having cake on my bedside table???
he stands up to wash his hands in the bathroom and reaches for the bar of soap
*squish* its cake too
he even tastes it because why tf not?
at this point he’s freaking out but only mildly because weird things have happened to him in the mornings (aka that one time osamu tried ventriloquism and left a puppet in his room)
so he makes out to leave his room only for him to grab the doorknob and finds his hand squishing eVEN MORE CAKE
atsumu looks down in horror at his hand which is covered in bits of red velvet cake and fondant spray-painted to look like metal
atsumu: NO IT-IT CAN’T BE
he starts clawing at the door to open it but the doorknob was aCTUALLY CAKE so he’s locked in
alexa, play the jaws theme song
and then he climbs out of the window only for his feet to sink in,,, guess what?
EVEN MORE CAKE
atsumu is waist-deep in cake and staring around in horror
what he thought was dirt was actually a crumbly chocolate cake and the grass turned out to be green icing frosted with one of ‘em weird frosting tips
u can say he was in a,,, stICKY SITUATION
i’m sorry i hav no frens jk
he scampers up to his feet and starts running out of the backyard and looking around wildly
atsumu: is the tree a tree??? no! those branches are made of icing??? are those houses spray-painted with edible color??? is the sky actually made of cotton candy???
aND THEN
he sees osamu walking around the neighborhood
atsumu: ‘SAMU !!!
osamu turns around. there’s a serene, knowing smile on his face that makes atsumu drop to his knees
osamu: it seems like you know the truth now
atsumu nods and looks around at the frosting-colored landscape. it looks real at first, but what layered monstrosity of carved cake, fondant, and frosting could be underneath?
atsumu: so… its all cake?
osamu: it always was
atsumu: even… *he looks down at himself*
osamu: yes
atsumu touches his stomach and sees his hands sinking into the fabric of his shirt. his hands come away sticky: covered in pieces of vanilla cake, swiss merengue buttercream, and even slices of strawberry
atsumu: AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
and then he wakes up in bed with the same sound of his alarm blaring
atsumu’s starts touching himself no, not in that way to make sure he’s not cake
and then hesitates before turning off his alarm and sighing in relief when he finds out its just his alarm clock
atsumu: i should stop watching cake videos
the rest of his morning is quite normal except for a few ‘it’s not cake, right ???’ moments
and then he heads out to his twin’s house to leech on his food
surprisingly osamu’s still asleep so atsumu barges into his bedroom and gets ready to jump on the bed like the good, considerate twin he is
atsumu: WAKE UP NERD *flops onto bed*
except,,, he feels and hears a familiar *squish*
atsumu: no,,,
he lifts the blankets up to find…
atsumu: *insert windows xp sound as he screams*
a few weeks earlier:
kita: osamu, there better be a good reason for you to come into my house with twenty-three boxes of cake mix
Haikyuu boys and which Kpop Idol they remind me of!
This was requested by @miyumtwins, I was supposed to do this like 2 days ago? But like I got busy but here we are!
So how I do chose this characters? This are the characters that on the top of my head I know resembles an idol. Sorry if some groups are repeated btw I'm not that update with Kpop.
Sugawara reminds me of Jeonghan of Seventeen
They both give off this I'm an angel aura but let's be real the both of them are crack heads
Jeonghan would literally cheat on games just so he can win and he isn't ashamed of it 😂
His level of crackhead comes from the fact that he would never shy away in using his body to make other's laugh
Suga is an unofficial crackhead member of Karasuno. Have you seen this man act? 😂 He isn't that angelic 😂
Top notch voice quality have you heard Suga sing under the sea? That's some 💯 singing right there
Concepts are definitely something fun and refreshing but can also pull of some dark concepts
Fashion wise, Jeonghan usually wears long sleeves and he tend to prefer those that are fitted
Imagine Suga wearing this or this or this
Iwazumi reminds me of Minho from Shinee
This men are beautiful 😻😿
Besides the color of the fandom and color the team being very close
Both of them have this very manly vibes. Iwazumi is canonically the manliest dude in Seijoh while Minho is a very masculine man who has no fear. He entered the Navy for his service! The navy! It's the hardest service there is!
Both are so athletic, Minho participated in ISAC veryyyy frequently and that american ninja thingy
But both of them are also very cute and soft like uwu💞
Imagine Iwa doing dibs dibs my name is Iwa 😂😂😂
Very passionate of what they do
Concept? Whatever concept Shinee is doing he can do it! It's Iwa that were talking about!
I think Iwa would be more of a vocalist though
Fashion...? Minho likes layering his clothes (or maybe it's just cold in Korea) and he likes wearing those clothed thay give CEO/daddy vibes (ALEX TF ARE YOU SAYING)
Anyway here, here, and here
Kenma reminds me of Chenle from NCT DREAM
I know what you guys are thinking
Tf Alex?
Listennnn, Chenle might look like a very happy teen but this child is very strategic and very resourceful.
He likes games as much as Kenma and he hates losing
How much does he hate it? Chenle literally shot his teammates when they were playing PUBG for ISAC
Tell me that isn't a Kenma thing
Also vibe check, they are both rich
Concepts, angsty teen that Dream has been doing lately
Kenma has some good singing voice, fight me if you don't believe it
Fashion wise here, here and here
Ushijima reminds me of Shownu of Monsta X
I don't know much about Monsta X but don't they look a little bit a like though? (Don't attack me please)
Aren't all the members of Monsta X part of the big t*tty committee? So yeah Ushijima is also part of that.
Right of the bat, just this two are intimidating as hell
But when you get to know him they are very soft very uwu💞
When i first saw Shownu i thought that he was a rapper. I was wrong that's the vibe that you both get with them
I would protect this two tbh
Concepts, i said it before Ushijima's probably good with sophisticated and ballad concept since he was a singer but eh one dark concept can't hurt right?
Shownu wears a lot of baggy clothes surprisingly, but if I have to pick here, here and here
Bokuto reminds me of BM from K.A.R.D
Need I say more?
Their energy oh my lord
Founders of the big t*tty committee
Their just really fun to be around you know
But they can be get really serious if they wanted too
If Bokuto can speak english his gonna be BM
Concepts for Bokuto I honestly think he can slay any concept and his definitely a rapper
Fashion wise something that's just comfortable tbh anyway! Here, here and here
“And so, Akaashi, you think he’ll like it?” This was your third time going out for coffee with your boyfriend’s best friend— asking for his opinion on what would be the best way to take Bokuto out on your guys’ 4th month anniversary. 4th was extra special you decided, because it was the boy’s jersey.
“Y/N-san, like I said, I’m pretty sure Bokuto would love anything you did really.” And despite all your brainstorming, the conversation with Akaashi would somehow always end up with that statement. Doing nothing to ease your anxiety to make everything perfect.
“Okay, fine. Let’s just hope he loves this extra then.” You say as you sip your coffee, hoping tomorrow, D-Day would be sunny like you wanted.
And luckily it was.
“Who was I kidding? The gods love Bokuto, of course they’d make it perfect for him.” You chuckle to yourself as you set up the picnic blanket on the foot of the tree, angling it just right so it would overlook the lake picturesque.
Bokuto should be arriving in around 5 mins, and with all his favorite food and drinks already laid out, all you had to do was wait.
That is until, a little duckling decided to approach you and nip on some bread. “Haha, you’re a cute fella, here.” It was nothing but your mistake to give the duckling some bread, cause then one turned into two then two turned into seven. Before you knew it, you were surrounded by a bunch of baby ducklings, crowding the picnic blanket as you sat there feeding them bread.
“Okay, where’s the mom. I can’t take you buddies with me.”
“Why not, babe?” Cold sweats. Had 5 mins really passed by that quickly? As you turn to look around and see your boyfriend, a big smile was on his face. Shit, you knew that face, you knew what he was thinking.
“This all for me? Really?!” He increasingly gets more and more excited as he approaches the blanket. “Umm, surprise! Happy 4th, babe. Just like your jersey.” With one arm reaching out for him, you frantically flail the other to shoo the ducklings away, but this only seemed to pull them closer? No no no.
“Babe, I can’t believe you got all these baby ducks for me!”
Yup, this was it. You have to adopt all seven of these baby ducklings now, Bokuto was already attached and playing with them.
“I.. didn’t.” You knew your boyfriend didn’t hear you, but maybe the gods did, because there came strutting was the solution to all your problems— the baby ducklings’ mama duck coming to fetch them.
The gods were toying you, you knew it.
“I didn’t!” Joy causes you to shout out to your boyfriend. His eyes widening as he looks back at you. “Ehem, Koutaro, babe. They need to be with their mom now, I didn’t bring them.” You say softly, now opening the picnic basket as a means to distract him from the duckies waddling away.
“Awe, we can’t keep one of them?” You smile as you pet his hair, shaking your head softly despite jumping in joy in your head at the sight of the ducks now swimming away.
Except, then one duckling with different fur starts waddling in, this time all by itself, it plops on your boyfriend’s lap, as telling him ‘here, i’m the duck you wanted’. Seeing his gleaming face look at you, you internally sob at what you knew was inevitable at this point. Whatever Bokuto wants Bokuto gets.
“No, Ma’am. I’m actually not here as a friend but as Y/N’s boyfriend. It’s very nice to meet you.” If you could choose one moment in life to crawl into a hole and never come out of it, you would probably choose now.
“Is that so, Bokuto was it?” Next to you all prim and proper was Bokuto— arm on your waist as he held a smile towards your overbearing family.
“Yes, Ma’am.” To be honest, you hadn’t expected the boy to clean up as well as he did— hair done in a neat 4:5 part rather than the typical spikes and the way his suit clung to his body just right made him so presentable and perfect to show off to your nosy relatives.
“That’s such a shame though, Y/N. I really wanted you to meet my new optometrist’s son. He’s the same age as you and going to Harvard apparently!” Your aunt beams, completely ignoring your fake boyfriend that just introduced himself.
“Oh well, I’m not sure it would be right for me to meet other guys right now, auntie. I have Bokuto.” And maybe it was the way his grip on your waist got tighter, but it did nothing but serve a scowl on your aunt’s face as she looked the poor boy up and down.
“I guess so..” She spoke, voice laced with annoyance and fake understanding.
“So Bokuto, what are your plans after you graduate? Straight to college like Y/N?” This was what you had hoped it wouldn’t get to though.
Pretending to be and actually presenting himself to be your boyfriend were two completely separate things you hoped Bokuto would only have to do one of tonight. The first one only if it wasn’t obvious enough.
“Right now my clear goal is choosing a team to play professional volleyball for, Ma’am.” And with that your mother’s eyes widen, the judging expression on her face deepening.
“You’re gonna play volleyball for a living? Doesn’t sound very stable to be honest.” Really, this is why you didn’t want to bring him instead.
“Well being part of a Division 1 team certainly has its stabilities I would say. And those are the ones I’m getting multiple offers for so I think it would be a waste to not take the chance and do what I love.” He spoke with such a smile on his face that your mother couldn’t help but back off and just nod in reply.
And before she could even think up another response, you took it to yourself to take your ‘boyfriend’ away from the situation already.
“Yup, that’s that, Mom. I think we’ll go grab some drinks and greet the bride. Shall we, Koutaro?” Purposely calling him by his first name, you didn’t miss how his smile brightens even more as he nods to your direction, offering a small bow to your dumbfounded aunt and mother before you two walk away.
“Hopefully that’ll keep them away for now.” You whisper to him and immediately slight goosebumps littered the back of his neck as you did so.
If only it were sweet nothings instead of scheming plans did you whisper at him, the boy couldn’t help but think.
Just like his hyperactive and steadfast personality on court, it was quite well known that the captain of vbc, Bokuto, had a habit of confessing and asking a girl out before he even truly knew he liked her.
It could be just how he found her laugh funny or the way a girl writes her notes was cool. But as soon as he notices it, he would confess on the spot then and there and for the most part— it was harmless.
Maybe because of how the girls would reject him for the mere fact that they didn’t really know the boy at all— or in some cases how either his teammates or managers (usually akaashi— the poor thing) were able to stop him before he got the chance, but again Bokuto’s odd habit of confessing way too soon that it was normal was really nothing more than that— a harmless habit.
That is until — it was then to you.
It was the way you smiled at him as you passed back a flyer during an assembly that got him. He was smitten instantaneously and as easy as that, by the time he was halfway through vb practice he already decided,
“I’m going to confess to her, Akaashi.” Akaashi couldn’t help but let out the sigh that escaped him. This was the third time this month and honestly, he was starting to get tired of it.
“She was just so dazzling and pretty and I just have to confess to her or I’ll explode.” The boy went on and on, not noticing the exasperated look on his best friend’s face.
‘You won’t explode, Bokuto.’ was what Akaashi had wanted to say, but because of how exhausted the poor setter was— “Okay, go ahead then Bokuto-san, but after practice.” was what came out instead.
You were probably going to reject him like the others, so it was harmless anyways, Akaashi thought. He knew you through a classmate and judging by the way you were described as quite the reserved and independent person, he knew you weren’t one to jump into a relationship just like that.
Plus, he may have heard how you actually received a little bit more than the average person’s amount of confessions, and promptly rejected each and every one of them.
Discouraging Bokuto now would just put him into that dreaded Emo Mode for the rest of practice— and they had a practice match with Nekoma the following week.
Really, the most reasonable choice right now—in Akaashi’s mind—was to just let the captain confess.
But what he didn’t put into account apparently was that you—the person that was supposed to be just another one of Bokuto’s fleeting crushes—were actually in search of a boy to bring to this big family wedding next weekend.
I know right? What a big twist of events.
It was a wedding where all your relatives from the countryside were to attend—some even from out of the country—and you knew that if you were to come by yourself it would cost you a million and one offers by your cousins, aunties, hell even grandparents, to try to go on these blind dates they seem to have a never ending amount of.
So the only perfect solution to avoid all that? A boy to bring. And here he was so gladly offering himself.
“Okay, I’ll be your girlfriend, Bokuto-san.” You’ve never seen a person’s eye bug out as much as his did then. And it was fascinating how his hair seemingly stood straighter too. He could control it with his emotions?
“Wait, really?” Weird, from that one volleyball game of theirs you watched, you remembered the boy as the very confident captain and ace of the team— cocky almost.
So seeing him here now unbelieving how you had just accepted his confession stirred something in you. Confusion maybe? Fluster?
“Um, yeah. I don’t mind being your girlfriend.” And just like that it seemed like the sun had lost its purpose. With how bright and wide Bokuto smiled, you wouldn’t be surprised if you turned out blind by the end of it.
“I won’t disappoint you, Y/N! I’ll be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had.” Ah there was that same confidence he had on court. Although it surprised you a bit how gentle he was when he hugs you.
He had all the muscles but the way he held was like you were made of porcelain. Maybe dating him wouldn’t be that much of a bother after all.
But 3 days down the relationship you noted, yeah, being in a relationship with the boy was bothersome— but in good and bad ways really.
“Hey hey hey!!” He was loud and boisterous, always announcing himself as he walks to your classroom for lunch. Always with 2 yakisoba buns, one for you apparently, but you always politely rejected because you had your own lunch.
You couldn’t tell if it was endearing or just plain funny how this was the 3rd time and he still brought you one though.
“Y/N! Volleyball practice ends early today. Let’s walk home together!” Akaashi behind him stares at you pointedly, he was probably curious as to why you accepted Bokuto’s confession— that smart pretty boy.
“Sure, Bokuto. I’ll come by the gym once class ends.” And with that your new loud boyfriend walks away, not wanting to intrude on your time with your friends (you would never admit how sometimes you maybe hoped a little bit that he stayed instead though, he was fun and uplifting as much as he was insufferable apparently).
“Y/N, I didn’t know you and Bokuto were close?” Your friend starts off carefully, she knew how dozens of your other classmates were listening in as well— wanting in on the gossip. So you sigh, there was no point in hiding it anyways.
Especially not with The Bokuto being your new boyfriend.
“No, we’re not. But he’s my boyfriend now.” And if that wasn’t the most confusing sentence then I don’t know what is.
“Holy crap, Y/N. So all those guys you rejected, but because Bokuto’s captain of the volleyball club, you said yes?” Of course they had to mention that.
“I said we weren’t close but that doesn’t mean we’re not getting there. What’s the big deal with me accepting his confession anyways? Mad cause it wasn’t yours?” You spoke in one breath daring the boy to talk back with a menacing look on your face.
Over the 3 days you’ve dated him, you did notice that one fact about Bokuto you never would’ve guessed.
Although he was captain of the powerhouse vbc, it seems the kids in your school saw him as nothing but that. Sometimes borderline mocking his loudness and airheadedness— it irked you.
Irked you so much that over the week leading up to the wedding, you hadn’t even noticed how you were trying to be the best girlfriend to him— openly giving him kisses to the cheek as he stops by during lunch, always waving eagerly at him with a big smile as he passes by on the hallways, and never endingly bragging about him to your classmates— especially when said boyfriend was in the premises.
It got to the point where what was supposed to be a harmless crush for Bokuto, went past that and now you didn’t even know how the boy was falling head first for you deep.
And before you knew it— the wedding weekend was approaching. Friday was the last school day you planned on having Bokuto as a boyfriend.
“Koutaro! You have a match with Nekoma tomorrow, right? On Friday? Lend me one of your jerseys to wear for it!” You don’t even remember when you had started calling him by his first name or when you had started jumping eagerly to meet him by the doorway of your classroom— always putting up a show to your classmates.
“You’re watching my game tomorrow?” Boy, you had him wrapped around your pinky. “Of course silly, I’m your girlfriend!” You hadn’t even noticed how he literally almost chokes on his breath as you smile at him.
“Okay! Let’s walk home together and I’ll give you one later.” He beamed, the boy couldn’t get any happier really.
“Okay.” And when you kiss his cheek he swears he was about to ascend to heaven. “I’ll see you later, okay?” He could only nod and smile, not noticing as your smile drops a little bit by the time he turns around—your bubbly facade easily fading as soon as he’s away.
Someone else did though. The same person that’s been speculating the reason for you accepting Bokuto’s confession in the first place.
“Y/N-san, do you have a second?” Akaashi’s soft voice takes you by surprise as you were halfway towards the gym after classes had ended. What was he doing out of practice even?
“Um, sure Akaashi-kun. What do you need?” He fiddled with his fingers but stared straight into your eyes. As if trying to scan and see right through them and into your brain instead.
“Do you like Bokuto?” Okay, that wasn’t what you had expected but you didn’t know what to expect.
“Of course I do.” Your voice gave away how unsure you were though. Coming out as a mere whisper, as if you weren’t sure either.
“No, Y/N-san. As in romantically. Because I just find it not suspicious per say but um...” He struggled to find the words not to offend you. But you already knew what he meant.
“— illogical, I think, for you to like Bokuto that way with barely knowing him before he confessed.” And again despite the bashful look on his face, his eyes bore into you as if trying to assess every single reaction to his statement.
“He told me about how you asked him to attend a family wedding with you on Saturday and I can’t help but get ideas from that.” Ahh, busted is what you were. Now you were sure the vbc would hate you after this.
“Okay, yes, I only accepted his confession because I needed a date to that stupid wedding. If I didn’t have one, all my relatives would shove blind dates up my ass like that’s the only thing I’m good for. And I didn’t want to have to go through all that when I’m so close to graduating and escaping to college and I—“
You hadn’t even noticed the tears of frustration? guilt? start pouring until Akaashi sets a hand on your shoulder, telling you to breathe calmly as he stroked softly.
“I understand and I’m sorry, Y/N-san. But—” He hesitated, pulling the hand away from your shoulder.
“But you don’t want Bokuto’s heart to be broken because of that, I get it.” You chuckled dryly, thinking of how lucky Bokuto was to have a friend like him.
“I’ll... break up with him tomorrow after the game then. I’ll make up some bullshit excuse that I actually didn’t like volleyball or something so that he’d hate me instead.”
And there goes your foolproof plan. But at the same time, you guessed you couldn’t stand the guilt that was ebbing into the back of your head every time you spoke empty compliments and promises to the boy.
He was so pure and here you were just toying him.
“You don’t have to do that, Y/N-san. You can just say the truth and he’ll understand.”
“But how are you sure he’ll move on after that then? Sorry, I’d rather not take the risk, Akaashi.” And just before he was about to speak again lo and behold your boyfriend pops out of nowhere as loud as ever.
“Y/N!” It breaks your heart to see him smile so widely for you. Why on Earth did you think it was okay to lead this boy on?
“Hey, Bokuto.” He frowns at the use of his last name, but before he could complain, something else caught his eye.
“You’re crying?” And softly, his hands went to wipe the tears that were on your face. As gentle as he was when you first hugged you when he confessed.
“No! It was just the wind got something on my face.” You smile at him as you rush to wipe your face. And when the frown didn’t leave his, you opted to kiss him on the cheek to forget about it instead (you winced in the back of your head to stop it though).
“Practice good? Did you bring an extra jersey for me?” Proudly, he whips out a clean jersey from his bag and as he moves to put it on you hastily, you couldn’t help but giggle and laugh.
He really did keep his promise of being the best boyfriend to you, didn’t he?
“Perfect fit!” He exclaims, you couldn’t help but twirl and pull a curtsy for him after, missing the fond gaze he gave as he did.
“Now let’s get home shall we? You have to be well rested for tomorrow’s game anyways!”
“Your boyfriend’s pro enough to not let fiddle things like sleep affect his game anyways. Haven’t you noticed, Y/N?” You shook your head as you clung to his arm.
Any girl was lucky to have him as their girlfriend, weren’t they? It was ironic how you only started to notice now. Now that you’d fucked up any change of being the right girl for him.
“Whatever you say, Koutaro.” Again, you missed that fond gaze he gave as you looked up ahead. A million and one thoughts were in his head and you barely knew half of it.
“No, really, Y/N. How bout we make a bet?” You could only indulge in whatever Bokuto says at this point. He deserved nothing less but that.
“If we win tomorrow, I’ll tell you two things I want you to do for me after.”
“That sounds a bit perverted, Koutaro.” He blushes and pulls his arm away for your grasp. A babbling mess was what you left him in. It got you curious how gentle his voice shifted into though.
“Not that, Y/N! I would never ask you to do that unless you wanted to so no, not that.” You could only laugh at his attempt to not look at you.
“I know I know. You were probably gonna ask me on a date weren’t you?” You teased but deep down you were already dreading for what he’d ask you. Because then you knew you’d have to to break his heart even more for his own sake.
“Maybe, but maybe something better.”
It took you all but everything in you to not jump the stands as Fukurodani gets the winning point to the game. For a practice game, this was seriously exhilarating.
“Hey hey hey!” Bokuto’s voice rang out the gym like a marching band, the whole team chorusing after him.
“Koutaro babe! Congrats!” Shit, you hadn’t meant to call him babe. But seeing him smirk at it sent tingles to your spine, wanting to scream to whomever if it meant seeing that expression again.
“I know, babe, and now you owe me two wishes.” Ah shit, that. In the side of your eye you could see Akaashi glancing at you two. Reminding you of how you had to set things right.
“Before that Bokuto can we go talk somewhere about something?” You already held his hand in yours as you dragged him to the empty side of the bleachers, letting it go reluctantly as you faced him.
“Bokuto, I actually think it’s best if we brok—“
“Hear my wish first.” His voice never sounded like this before. Not even when he had confessed to you and it made you wonder just what was his wish that made him want to interrupt you? He basically knew what you were trying to say, didn’t he?
“Okay..” And as his hand went to scratch the back of his neck bashfully you couldn’t help but get worried. Was he going to say—
“I want to go to that wedding with you.” He what?
“Bokuto, why—“
“I know you’re going to break up with me and that you only accepted my confession so you had someone to bring to the wedding and I don’t care if we have to pretend but I want to be there for you on that wedding.”
Tears started spilling again before you knew it, this was the most you’ve ever even cried this year and all in two days.
“Akaashi told you?”
“No, I overheard you two yesterday.” So that’s why he was so flustered when you mentioned anything lewd with his ‘bet’. He was thinking of something completely different and here he was, despite being lied to by you, still offering himself to help?
“Bokuto, I can’t let you do that. I don’t wanna lie or hurt you any further.”
“But I don’t mind, Y/N!” Your eyes widen at the sudden raise in voice. No matter how loud he was he never held that tone in it— a frustrated and annoyed tone even.
“Shit.. I’m sorry. But Y/N, what I’m trying to say is you don’t deserve to have to go through all that toxic bullshit and all I want—hell the only reason I even wanted to win this game even—was so you would let me be there for you.”
His steps were hesitant as he walked up to embrace you. But as soon as you fisted his shirt like your life had depended on it, effectively soaking the front of it with your tears as well, he’s never held you any firmer than he has then.
“I just— I’m so sorry for using you, Bokuto.” Your voice was scratchy and muffled against his chest. Nothing like his deep and smooth baritone answering back.
“Oh, but don’t be too sorry now. You still owe me one more wish.” You sniffle.
“I do?” Seeing your tear streaked puffy face, Bokuto almost couldn’t stop himself from kissing you right then and there but even he knew it wasn’t the right time for that. Not when you’re literally crying buckets out of guilt for him.
“Yup, but I’ll only tell you after the wedding.”
“Okay.”
“And can you believe the look on her face when I said I probably won’t be able to take care of her shop while in college? God, it was a nightmare.” Right now felt like that midsummer night’s dream as you walked the empty streets of Tokyo— both you and Bokuto dressed in a long dress and a nice dress shirt with slacks for him.
Your heels were off and his once neatly parted hair was a bit of a mess, some pieces now just laying on his forehead.
“I know you said they were crazy but I didn’t expect them to be that crazy, you know? How are you even related to them?” His hand held in yours as you balanced yourself on the edge of the river bank.
“I don’t know either. They probably just picked me up somewhere, I can’t see myself having the same blood as them really.” And when it was right at the opening of the street to your house did you guys stop (your parents wanted to catch up with a few of your relatives so they stayed at their house instead, hence you walking home with Bokuto at the moment).
End of the line, you thought. “Bokuto, I—“ Your voice instantly quivers.
“Now don’t go starting the waterworks on me again.” His hand immediately goes to your face to wipe whatever tears fell and you couldn’t help but think how this might be the last time you’d feel them against it. If only you could change the way you did everything.
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to say how grateful I am to you and for everything you’ve done when I’ve been nothing but dishonest—”
The way his lips crashed down on yours was everything you needed to relax and calm your nerves. It was chaste but extremely effective in shutting you up in an instant.
“Sorry, I had to stop you somehow.” He chuckled, putting a hand to the back of his neck again— that same bashful look on his face.
“You still owe me one more wish, remember?” His eyes held a glimmer to them you couldn’t figure out. Was he going to ask you to serve the vbc for the rest of your high school life now? ‘Cause you could see him asking you that.
“A do over. That’s it.” Your mind drew a blank at what he said— a stark contrast to the boy’s who was thinking a mile a second. A million scenarios just running constantly.
“A what?” Was your genius reply. And he couldn’t help but chuckle at your dumb founded face. Frankly, it was Akaashi that gave him this idea (Bokuto wasn’t clever enough to put his wants into words).
“I went to the wedding to pretend like your boyfriend as a friend. The whole relationship that happened this past week will be cancelled essentially if you exchanged it for one thing— a do over!”
“I don’t under—“
“First thing’s first! Well.. first thing’s second now actually, but I’m Bokuto Koutaro. Y/N L/N, I like you very much and would you be my girlfriend?”
Nothing like his first confession where he was so rushed and just wanted to get it over with, Bokuto was careful this time. A serious glint in his eyes as he gazed into yours.
You couldn’t help but cry like an idiot as you laughed at his pathetic attempt of a curtsy, but despite that your heart was beating in your chest, thinking if you really deserved this.
“My feet are starting to cramp, you know.” Still bowing, you could see how his arms and legs starting to tremble.
Oh, but fuck it. Who could resist a man like him? “Yes, Bokuto. Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.”
Guess now you’ll just have to spoil him.
bonus. during the wedding
bonus.
“Kou baby~” Your voice rang across the hallways
As you ran up to your boyfriend of 2 weeks. “Y/N!!” He easily catches you in his arms and in any other location this would’ve been a cute couple’s moment.
Except now—in the middle of the cramp lunch-crowded hallways—it was frankly far from cute. Especially considering how this was almost the 4th time in the row you’ve done this already.
“Hey, isn’t that Y/N? I thought she always rejected guys that confessed to her? She was dating the volleyball captain the whole time?”
“Whoa, so Bokuto’s the man ain’t he? My dude’s buff as hell too now that I look at it.”
“They’re a hot couple but man are they obnoxious.”
“Unbelievable, Y/N. I know you were already so all over Bokuto since you started dating 3 weeks ago but how is it that you’ve gotten worse ever since that wedding?” Your best friend trudged behind you. And you and Bokuto could only laugh in response, it was funny though—how only you two knew what truly happened and how you got together.
You two plus Akaashi anyways, you learned recently that him and Bokuto were a set package truly, no point in complaining.
“Awe don’t be so jealous that I have an amazing boyfriend bestie~” Pinching Bokuto’s cheek, your friend gagged in response.
There was nothing you could do, when you said you spoil Bokuto— you truly meant you would spoil him. He deserved nothing less, really.
“Baby, watch me practice later?” And Bokuto was all for it. He literally feeds off all the affection and love you gave him, and whenever you came to practice to watch and cheer for him? His head grew bigger than the moon from your shower of compliments.
“Of course, babe!”
“Hey, Y/N babe, tell Konoha would you? Was it my spikes or my serves that you fell for?” You fought the urge to roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s question—a cocky smile on his face.
With a sigh, you couldn’t help but chuckle as Konoha shakes his head disapprovingly. “Both, baby.” You also learned a peck on the lips would shut him up easily. A trade secret you must say.
Because as much as you loved making the boy who stuck with you so happy, sometimes it was easier to have him content with himself rather than having to share it with the whole of Tokyo, if a possibility.
“Hehe, I knew it.” But really, at this point you knew that whatever he did, you’d follow him to the end.
another bonus. bokuto wants bokuto gets
a/n. this is my longest work :) hope yall liked it <3
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