MEETING THE GUYS FOR THE FIRST TIME – Almost 1000 follower special
A/n: I worked so hard on this special, I hope you enjoy it! Also PLEASE, READ THE “EXTRA NOTES” AT THE END OF THE POST, I’M BEGGING YOU. THERE’S SOMETHING VERY SPECIAL THERE.
“Shut up, disgusting pig.”
That was the first sentence you heard Atsumu utter, and it was on your first day as a manager in the volleyball club. You were new to the school as a newbie first year and you had heard about the famous volleyball twins —only to meet the blonde on your first day and be scared of his height and his insult to you. To make it worse, he had said it so casually as he scratched his balls over his pants right in front of you.
Yet, he was so handsome, with that undercut and that cocky smirk that gave him a bad boy vibe that attracted you so much. Why did you always fall for the assholes…?
Right behind him you spotted the other twin. It was so hard to tell them apart despite their different hair colors, with the silver-gray-but-slightly-brown haired one muttering something (that sounded like “onigiri”) as he kicked Atsumu’s ass. Maybe you could tell them apart because the other twin barely spoke.
Only an hour later, in the middle of the practice, Atsumu approached you and demanded that you fill his water bottle. You wanted to say “no”, still mad at his words, but he was so attractive and imposing that you started shaking. Noticing your reaction, he cornered you against the wall, and as your frail body bumped against it, he placed both arms around you, caging you between his hot body and the wall.
“Thinking about refusing to do yer work, (y/n)-chan?” He smirked cockily.
One of his hands got near your face and he caressed your lips with one of his digits.
“I’ll let ya know that no girl ever resists my charm… I’ve pleased so many of them. Yer next.”
A shiver crossed your spine. His hot breath sent chills down your back and you knew he was right. You were already a prisoner of his smirk and it was only a matter of time that you’d become his favorite pig.
But little did you know that he was more interested in you than in any other girl before. After all, you weren’t like the rest.
The first day as a manager of the Inarizaki volleyball club you stared at the huge guys in front of you. They stared back, surprised that they now had a manager, except for Osamu. Osamu lazily looked at you as he munched onigiri.
He didn’t say anything —you had noticed he wasn’t talkative and he was always eating something in a corner.
He noticed you but he didn’t say anything as he walked past you. You ogled him, he was so handsome unlike his dirty twin. You wanted to talk to him but he looked so serious that he scared you.
The following day, you were all having lunch together when you tripped over, your bento box flying away as you fell down. Your body hit the ground hard and you whimpered, and Kita approached you, asking if you were okay. After the initial pain you looked up and saw Osamu holding your bento box.
“Ya got that one, ‘Samu?” Atsumu groaned.
“Can’t let this food get wasted.”
It was the first time you heard Osamu speak, and he didn’t say anything else. As Kita helped you get up again and you saw your scratched knees, you held back a tear. Only after you sat down again with your bento box in front of you, Osamu got closer to you and gave you one of his onigiri for comfort.
It was the beginning of a friendship that would develop into something else.
The first time you met him, you knew he was perfect. You wondered how someone could be a literal angel on Earth, his beauty so breathtaking, his dark blue-green orbs like an ocean forest in which you could get lost for hours as he treated your wound.
“Are you okay, (y/n)-san?” He asked, his voice velvety.
He wrapped a bandaid around your finger and before you knew it, he was kissing your hand like a gentleman.
“Agkaaashi!!!” Bokuto screamed from the other side of the gym.
“Sigh,” Akaashi sighed, irritated, and ignored his teammate.
Akaashi helped you stand up and you fell forwards, bumping your face against his chest. He smelled of wood, vanilla and heaven. He didn’t seem bothered, helping you regain your balance, and as you glanced upwards to his gorgeous face, you noticed a tint of red in his pretty cheeks. He looked away.
“Please be careful next time, (y/n)-san,” he said, his digit rubbing your hand.
He didn’t say it, but his heart was bumping hard inside his rib cage because you were unlike any other girl he had ever met. He hoped you would become the next manager of the volleyball club to see you every day and admire you from afar, too shy to say anything else to you.
That would be the beginning of a beautiful story.
“Are you lost, kitten?” Kuroo purred into your ear.
You were new to the school and had gotten lost in the labyrinth of halls, until your limbs had arrived to the Nekoma High School Volleyball Club gym. And now you were cornered by a guy so tall and so attractive that you were speechless.
He rested his hands on his hips and you gulped as you stared at his hot body. He noticed your thirsty gaze and smirked.
“Did you come to see us, the hot guys of the volleyball club? I can show you so many things…”
His words were an open promise and you were now glad that you had chosen the Nekoma High School.
“I-I’m l-lost,” you stuttered, trembling.
Kuroo crossed his arms over his chest, his grin widening.
“Don’t worry, kitten, I’ll show you the way.”
His chocolate brown orbs were so mysterious, one of them hidden under his straight but messy bedhair that was raven black. He walked you back to the school building and you noticed his confident walk —you could tell he was so experienced from the erotic way he moved his hips.
“There, kitten,” he said when you arrived to an empty hallway. You looked around and didn’t see anyone around.
Before you could react, Kuroo was leaning towards you, his lips grazing yours, leaving you without breath for two minutes and a half.
“W-what are you doing?!” You exclaimed, but deep inside you had liked it so much that you felt a heat building up inside you.
He gave you a cocky smirk.
“I like them inexperienced. See you around, kitten.”
And you know this wouldn’t be the last time you’d see Kuroo.
“I’m so dumb!!” Bokuto cried in a corner.
It was the first time you met Bokuto as a new manager in Fukurodani.
“Yes, you are,” Akaashi said irritatedly, sighing as he walked away.
You were left alone with Bokuto, who was hiding under a table. As a manager you should say something, right? You approached him and bent forwards but you couldn’t see his face.
He whined, still not looking at you.
“Are you okay?” You insisted.
“I served the ball into the net! Twice!”
“Oh, Bokuto-san… But you’re a good player!”
You tried to comfort him but he shook his head.
“No, that isn’t right,” he moaned. “I broke the net the other day. I also burned my food. I have failed every exam this week!”
Maybe he was dumb, you thought, but he was so sexy that you overlooked that and you knelt next to him under the table, poking his arm.
“You’re amazing, Bokuto-san. And your spikes are the best!”
That made him raise his head, his eyes shining as he looked into your (e/c) eyes.
“Right? I am the best player!”
His energy restored, he got out of the table, pressing his palms on your waist and lifting you up, screaming “hey hey hey! You’re the best manager, (y/n)!” and left you down on the floor once again, beaming at you.
From then on, he always greeted you with a smile, and you’d become best friends and something more.
“Do you believe in aliens, (y/n)-chan?” Oikawa sang.
Before you could reply, Iwa-chan slapped Oikawa on the back of his neck and Oikawa cried.
Then the pretty setter returned his gaze to you and you noticed the tears in his eyes. As the new manager, you had heard about Oikawa, and now you were standing in front of him, so tall and pretty. You had never expected him to notice you, but he did. Every girl at school fangirled over him, but he had noticed your presence at the gym and was now talking to you.
When the pain vanished from his neck, he talked about aliens again.
“I love aliens, (y/n)-chan! The have to exist, there’s no way they don’t exist.”
“I’m sure they exist,” you replied. “But I wonder if they’re evil.”
“If they are evil then I will send Tobio-chan to them! He needs to disappear from my life!”
Oikawa got angry now, pouting, his appendages resting on his hips.
“Tell me, (y/n)-chan, do you want to eat dinner out with me?” Oikawa changed topic, and gave you a sweet but fake smile. “I will tell you everything about aliens.”
A heat ran up to your face. Was the famous Oikawa Tooru asking you out? In front of all his fangirls? You could hear a girl screaming in anger behind you but you nodded, aware that you’d earn someone’s hate.
“Please tell me more about aliens!”
Thanks to you saying that sentence, that was how your beautiful love for Oikawa Tooru started.
If you’re read this far, I’M SORRY. This was a parody! I wrote these badly on purpose, focusing on common mischaracterizations of the characters that I see in the fandom, as well as cringey and repetitive words. This isn’t an attack towards anyone in particular, and I sure as hell criticize my own writing here too, but as a person who takes characterization very seriously, I thought it’d be fun to write mischaracterizations on purpose.
(Later I found out that it wasn’t funny. It was painful. And harder than I expected.)
This was a mock 1000 follower special, so please look forward to the real 1000 follower special event! I promise that one will be better!
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