Hii! Hope you are doing good! :> can i please request the Reaction of Luffy and 2-3 characters of your choice when their partner just sometimes gives their booty a simple pat, a gently slap or even a tiny squeeze as their own kind of affection for them? They might also be bold enough to do it in front of other since it is just their own way to say they appreciate their partner.
Thank you for your time and i hope this isn't weird
Booty Pat
gn!reader
characters: luffy, zoro, sanji
words count: 0.9k each
a/n: sorry, I've had writer's block these past few days, but I hope they still turned out well T.T
tags: fluff, humor, established relationship, physical affection, playful
masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi
── .✦ Luffy:
When you first got together with Luffy, you weren’t sure how to handle him.
He’s loud. He’s warm. He’s always touching your shoulder, your hand, sometimes flopping across your lap like a big rubbery cat.
You liked it. You really liked it.
But back then, you kept your hands to yourself. Maybe it was nerves. Maybe you were just too shy to be that free. Touching Luffy felt like touching the sun, a little too much all at once.
But Luffy never pulled away. Not once. He grinned when you kissed his cheek. He pulled you into hugs like it was breathing. And after a few months, something in you just… relaxed.
The first time it happens, you don’t even think about it.
You’re walking through the hallway of the Sunny, a towel thrown over your shoulder. Luffy’s standing by the wall, one foot up, talking to Usopp about how he once fought a giant goldfish. Again.
You pass by him, barely listening.
Pat.
Your hand lands right on his butt. Light. Natural. Like you’ve done it a hundred times.
You keep walking.
Three steps later, your brain catches up.
Wait.
You freeze mid-step "Did I just—?"
You turn slowly. Luffy’s head is tilted at you, blinking. Then his mouth spreads into that huge grin he always gives you when you’re being weird.
He starts laughing “Oi, Y/N! Did you just hit my butt?!”
Your face burns “I—I don’t know?? Maybe?”
He’s still laughing “That was funny! Do it again!”
You stare “What?”
“Do it again!” he repeats, turning and sticking his butt out toward you “Come onnnn!”
Usopp’s choking from laughter in the background “WHAT is happening right now?!”
You blink once. Then twice. Then your hand goes out and smack.
Luffy throws his head back “BAHAHA! I love you!”
You grin, finally relaxing “I love you too, idiot.”
A few days later you’re by the railing, watching the sea. Luffy walks past behind you.
Then... Pat.
You freeze. You whip your head around “Luffy.”
He’s already giggling “I did what you did to me!”
You gasp “You little thief.”
“You started it!” he shouts, running away before you can chase him.
Now it’s a Thing.
You pat his butt when you pass by. He pats yours when he’s bored. Sanji drops a plate once when you do it during dinner. Robin covers her mouth politely. Zoro grumbles “I hate this crew” everytime.
Luffy just keeps laughing. Everytime.
And you feel freer. Happier.
You might’ve started as the shy one. But now you’re the Captain’s number one butt-patter. And he’s totally okay with that.
One day you’re lying on the deck, half-asleep, enjoying the sun. Luffy’s voice makes you peek one eye open “Oi, Y/N…”
He stands over you, hands on hips, tilting his head.
“You slapped my butt three times today.”
You squint at him “Only three?”
He gasps “ONLY?!”
You yawn “That’s nothing. I’m pacing myself.”
Luffy bursts out laughing and flops next to you, limbs spread wide like a starfish “You’re so weird.”
“You like it.”
“I do.” He stretches, his shirt riding up a bit “It’s funny. Makes me feel like meat.”
You snort “You are meat.”
๋࣭ ˖ 𐔌 ⸻ ࿐ . ۫
One day Sanji is plating lunch. Zoro is already asleep at the table. Nami’s balancing ledgers while Robin reads quietly. Peaceful. Calm.
Then you walk behind Luffy.
Your hand lifts, and—Pat.
Nice and casual. Right cheek.
Luffy doesn’t even flinch anymore “That one was soft” he says through a mouthful of rice.
“Appreciation pat” you explain.
Chopper looks up from his bowl “What’s that mean?”
“It means they’re in love” Robin answers, smiling gently.
Usopp sighs dramatically “It used to be peaceful around here…”
“Don’t be jealous” you tease, sitting next to Luffy.
Luffy, unbothered, reaches over and places a lettuce leaf on your head.
You blink “What is this?”
“Affection” he says proudly.
“…Lettuce?”
“Yeah!”
“Luffy, no.”
The next day… you’re walking across the deck when you see him. He’s leaning over the side, watching the fish below, all relaxed and dreamy.
Perfect.
You sneak up. Slowly. Carefully.
Then—Pat.
“BAHAHA!” Luffy’s shoulders shake with laughter “You really do it every day, huh?”
“Every hour, actually.”
He turns to face you, eyes twinkling “Is it a rule?”
You nod “Butt appreciation is a serious job.”
He throws his arms around you, pulling you into one of his tight, full-body Luffy hugs “You’re soooo weird” he mumbles into your shoulder “But I like it.”
You grin “Then you better keep that butt safe. It’s a national treasure now.”
He pulls back, suddenly serious. “Do I need to put it in a safe?”
You laugh. “It is the safe.”
Meanwhile, somewhere on the Sunny…
Zoro: “If I see one more slap, I’m jumping off the ship.”
Nami: “You won’t.”
Zoro: “Watch me.”
Usopp: “We’re all just living in Y/N’s world now, huh?”
Brook: “Yohoho! May I pat a booty too—?”
Everyone: “NO.”
Back on deck, Luffy’s grinning like a fool while you sneak another pat on your way past him.
You’re not counting anymore. He is.
You’re at twelve for the day. A new record.
He pumps his fists in the air like he just won a battle.
“TWELVE!!”
You blow him a kiss and call back, “Lucky number thirteen is coming soon!”
He spins around, arms up, ready for it.
“OKAY! I’M WAITING!”
The others groan.
But you just smile.
This is how you love. And Luffy totally gets it.
── .✦ Zoro:
You and Zoro start slow.
Which, considering he nearly sliced your head off the first time you met, is kind of impressive.
He doesn’t talk much. Doesn’t flirt. Doesn’t do big shows of emotion. But when you touch him, even just resting your hand on his arm? He doesn’t move away. He lets you stay close. Sometimes he leans into it.
Eventually, things change. You get together. And Zoro… tries.
He’s not romantic. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. But when you’re alone, he’s soft. Real soft.
You can kiss his jaw and pull at his shirt and he just closes his eyes and lets you. He grunts, sure, and mumbles, “Tch, you’re annoying” but his hand’s already on your back, holding you there.
He’d never say it, but he loves your attention.
Until one day, when you’re walking behind him on the deck one morning. He’s shirtless, of course. Sweaty from training. Muscles flexing.
Your brain turns off. Your hand acts on instinct.
Pat.
Right on the butt. Perfect aim. Not hard. Just… appreciative.
Zoro freezes.
You freeze.
He turns his head. Slowly. Eye twitching.
“What the hell was that?”
You blink “…Compliment.”
He grabs your wrist. Not rough, but firm “Don’t.”
Your brows raise “Why not? I like your butt.”
“I don’t care.”
“You do care...” you say, smirking.
His ears go red.
A few days later you’re in the kitchen grabbing water. Zoro walks past. You’re feeling bold.
You go for it again.
He catches your hand before you make contact.
“Are you serious?” he mutters, gripping your wrist.
You just grin “It’s my love language.”
“My love language is ‘don’t do that where other people can see’.”
You pout “You let me when we’re alone.”
“That’s the point.”
“How?”
“Because no one’s watching!” he snaps, glancing around the room.
Sanji is definitely watching.
And cackling.
Zoro’s eye twitches.
You lean in close, whispering, “I think your crew should know you’re loved.”
He groans “They don’t need to know that through my ass.”
Later that night you’re sitting in the crow’s nest together. Just the two of you. Zoro’s sharpening his swords, quiet as always.
You crawl over and lean against him. He doesn’t say anything, but his arm shifts so you can fit under it.
You smile “Can I touch your butt now?”
He exhales slowly “You’re so annoying.”
“But you like me.”
“Unfortunately.”
Your hand drifts down.
This time, he doesn’t stop you.
You grin into his shoulder “So soft.”
He grumbles something under his breath.
You pretend not to hear him whisper, “Only you get to do that.”
The next morning you walk past him on the main deck.
You raise your hand.
Zoro glares before you even make contact.
“Don’t.”
You laugh “Okay, okay.”
You wait until you’re alone again.
Then—Pat.
๋࣭ ˖ 𐔌 ⸻ ࿐ . ۫
You’ve been good.
Sort of.
You don’t touch Zoro’s butt in front of the crew. Not technically. Not unless you’re quick and sneaky. Or it’s dark. Or no one’s facing your direction. You’ve developed stealth.
But Zoro is a swordsman.
His instincts are terrifying.
So no matter how fast you move... Wrist. Grabbed. Every time.
“Stop trying it,” he grumbles, walking beside you one afternoon “You’re not slick.”
You smile sweetly “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You do.”
You absolutely do.
Later, in the galley the crew’s eating dinner. Luffy’s stacking plates with meat, Sanji’s yelling, and Zoro is sitting next to you, arms crossed, calm.
Too calm.
You glance at his profile.
Sharp jaw. Broad shoulders. That little frown he always wears like it’s stitched to his face.
You bump your knee against his under the table.
And when he's about to stand up he glances at you.
You grin.
Your hand slides behind him and he catches your wrist. Under the table.
Without looking.
You nearly burst out laughing.
He squeezes your hand under the table and mutters, “You’re gonna make me leave.”
You whisper, “I'd like the view anyway.”
He grunts. But he doesn’t let go of your hand.
Not yet.
Meanwhile… Nami is staring.
Robin’s hiding a smile behind her book.
Usopp squints “Are they fighting? Or flirting?”
Sanji: “Honestly, with those two? Who knows.”
Luffy looks over “Zoro’s mad again?”
Zoro looks up “I’m not mad!”
Everyone stares.
Zoro realizes what he just yelled “…Shut up.”
Later that night you’re in the hallway, just outside your room. Zoro’s stretching, half shirtless, towel around his neck.
You pass by.
You don’t even think this time.
Pat.
Zoro whips around “You promised!”
“That was hours ago. New day.”
“It’s still the same day!”
You lean against the wall, grinning “It’s our thing. You’re just in denial.”
“I’m not—!”
You tiptoe up, hands on his chest now “Admit it. You like it. Just not when people see.”
He looks away, ears turning red “…Yeah, well. Not everything has to be a damn show.”
You press a kiss to his cheek “That’s fair.”
Then your hand drops—Pat.
He groans “You are the worst.”
You grin “You love me.”
He doesn’t answer. But he doesn’t stop you either.
The next morning you reach out in the galley.
Zoro doesn’t block you.
You blink “Wait. Are you letting me—?”
SMACK.
Right on your own butt.
You freeze.
Zoro stares at you, completely straight-faced “Balance.”
You gape “You just—?!”
He shrugs and walks away like it never happened.
Sanji drops a plate.
Usopp is screaming.
Luffy’s clapping like a seal.
Robin: “…Interesting.”
You’re left in shock “He fought back.”
You smile.
“Oh, it’s on now.”
── .✦ Sanji:
You’ve always been the affectionate type.
Hugs? Yes. Kisses? Any time. Sitting in Sanji’s lap while he chops carrots? Standard.
So when you pat his butt one day as you pass him in the galley it’s not planned. Not even a big moment.
In facts, he’s leaning over the counter, stirring sauce, saying something about the perfect thickness.
And your hand just acts on its own.
Pat.
A quick, loving little thing. Like closing a cabinet.
And without even thinking, you’re already walking away when you hear a “Mon dieu.”
You turn back.
Sanji’s frozen in place. His cigarette has fallen out of his mouth. His entire body is trembling.
“Did you… was that… on purpose?” he whispers.
You raise an eyebrow “What? Did what? Oh... Wait, the butt thing?”
He grabs the counter. His knees wobble. He’s vibrating.
“You… you touched my—?!”
You nod “Yeah? I mean... I wasn't thinking but I like your butt.”
He spins in place. Hearts in his eyes. Actual pink hearts.
“I am in love.”
“You already were.”
“More.”
A few days later you’re walking into the kitchen. Sanji’s tossing vegetables with dramatic flair, humming a little tune. You pass behind him.
Pat.
Right cheek.
“OHHH!” He spins, almost flinging a carrot across the room “Mon amour! Again?!”
You just wink.
He’s already melting.
Luffy: “Oi, Sanji, I’m hungry.”
Sanji, still swirling with glitter and roses “Shut up, I’m being adored.”
One day during a fight, the Straw Hats are surrounded. Some minor pirate crew, nothing serious. Sanji’s kicking through them like they’re made of paper.
You dodge a sword and slide up behind him.
You’re both breathing hard, back to back.
Then, all your brin could think of? Smack.
Your palm lands right on his butt mid-fight.
He gasps “Darling!!”
He twirls mid-air and kicks three guys at once.
“YOU FUELED ME!!”
Usopp: “Did Y/N just slap his ass as a buff?!”
Zoro: “I hate this ship.”
Back on the Sunny…
“You really don’t mind it?” you ask, arms around his waist in the kitchen.
“Mind?” Sanji repeats, stunned.
He turns to you, taking your face in his hands like you’re made of sugar and light “You could grab me in front of the World Government and I’d kiss you on the spot.”
You grin “Is that a challenge?”
“Oh yes, please.”
๋࣭ ˖ 𐔌 ⸻ ࿐ . ۫
The crew has stopped asking questions.
Any time they hear a pat, a smack, or even a playful squeeze, they just brace for the sound of Sanji’s lovesick shout “MON AMOUR!”
Brook: “Yohoho! He’s swooning again.”
Robin: “How charming.”
Nami: “They’re cute but I swear if I hear one more dramatic gasp—”
Pat.
“AHHHHHH!!”
Nami: “I’m moving ships.”
It’s been some time now since the very first pat.
At first, Sanji gasped like you’d proposed marriage every time you touched his butt. Heart eyes. Roses. Knees shaking. Full twirls. Theatrical monologues about how you must truly love him.
But now he looks like he's… used to it.
You pat him when he’s cooking. When he’s slicing. When he’s carrying groceries back from town. When he’s talking to Nami or Robin or any human being, even when he's bickering with Zoro. You sneak it in with expert timing.
At this point, the crew has even stopped reacting. Mostly.
And now Sanji doesn’t even flinch.
This morning you step into the galley. He’s standing at the sink, sleeves rolled up, dish towel tucked in his waistband.
He’s washing plates, quiet and calm, little bits of steam curling up from the hot water.
And he looks really good like this. Focused. Strong arms, wet hands, hair falling over his brow, shirt clinging to his back.
You cross the room like it’s instinct.
He doesn’t turn around. He hears your footsteps and hums lightly “Good morning, darling.”
Smack.
Your hand lands with a clean, perfect sound.
No gasp. No twirl. No drama.
Sanji just keeps scrubbing the plate.
“Careful,” he says. Calm. Smooth. Voice like caramel “I might start to expect that.”
Your fingers curl slightly. Just a little squeeze. Testing him.
Still nothing. A slow exhale. A slight tilt of his head. The corner of his mouth lifts.
You lean on the counter next to him “You’re not even gonna blush? A small drop of blood from your nose for me??”
He doesn’t look at you “If I blushed or got nosebleeds every time you touched me” he murmurs, “I’d die too soon and can't spend the rest of my life with you.”
Oh.
Now you’re the one blushing.
Five minutes later he finishes drying the dishes.
You’re sitting on the counter, watching him, legs swinging “I miss the twirls.”
He chuckles, setting a clean plate down “I still do them. In my head.”
You squint at him “Liar.”
He turns to face you.
And finally he smirks.
“Maybe I’ve just grown stronger,” he says, moving closer “Adapted to your constant, delicious affection.”
You try to keep your cool, but his hands are already braced on either side of your legs “You’re really okay with it?”
He leans in, breath warm “Darling,” he says, lips brushing your cheek, “the fact that you want to touch me all the time is the most romantic thing in the world.”
Then he pats your butt.
You yelp “HEY!”
He laughs, finally showing some of that old sparkle “Just returning the favor.”
You narrow your eyes “You trying to start something, Chef?”
Sitting on the sand after a long day playing and working. Holding hands while looking at the sun going down and enjoying the sound of calm waves. Kissing when both of your eyes meet. Starting your mornings in each other arms after not being able to part for the day. Preparing breakfast for the other one to get kisses and praises as a reward. Swearing to love each other until death parts you two, while sealing this swear with a kiss in front of your dear friends. This is exactly what you and Hinata did.
Falling in love in Brazil really wasn't Hinata's plan however when he first met you, shortly after arriving in this foreign country, he knew you were the one for him. It was love at first sight. It might sound kitschy and like a stereotypical romcom but even so both of you couldn't stop your racing hearts. From exchanging looks, to number, to kisses and then rings in such a short time, some people asked you if you didn't happen to get a whiplash out of it. But both of you just laugh at that. Yes marriage comes with a lot of risk even more when you marry young still you couldn't care less. You were happy, smiling every day and loving each other more than words can describe.
It wasn't really a surprise that you would also start living in Japan. After two years it was hard to part with this beautiful country, your dear friends and the precious memories you made even though it was time for a change. Hinata would play Volleyball as a professional indoors and you would support him as his beloved partner. Coming back, meeting his family in person still feels like a fever dream for you but now you were standing in a big arena that was full of people, that were excited to see this match. It was loud yet you enjoyed the cheerful cheers of the visitors. You also felt very proud when you heard some people whisper about your "Ninja" husband, who maybe got more fans than both of you imagined while playing Beach Volleyball. While looking around, you couldn't stop your grinning when you were able to spot some familiar faces. Hinata loved to show you pictures of his friends from high school. Giggling to yourself, you knew their names but they didn't even know you existed. It isn't like you both wanted to make your marriage a secret but somehow both of you didn't feel the need to make a scene over your love life if it wasn't needed. So you knew his friends were in for a surprise. The whole game you were gasping, cheering and trembling in joy. You knew your husband was more than just a good player but seeing with your own eyes made you a little bit sentimental even more when he clenches the ring, he wore as a necklace, in his fist before doing his serve at one point in the match. It even made you more cry when he walked out of the lockers and hugging you tightly against his chest after winning his first game back in Japan. Both of you were ignoring the loud gasps and screeching in the background yet you still laughed at them.
You put slowly a plate full of sweets and cookies in front of Hinata's teammates that were staring holes at him, waiting for answers. Rubbing your hands on your little apron, you sit down next to your husband that took your hand in his own and planted it on the table right in front of the others. Both of you looked at each other and couldn't stop grinning. Your other hand gently laid on top of a small head, that was resting against your chest, while little hands gripped the fabric of your shirt. Small but big eyes looked at the three men in front of him. "So ... uhm, maybe you should start?", started the blond setter, that was trying to find the right words in this situation.
Hinata laughed a little: "Well it just happened."
°`🍨: I think my first Fem Reader Story, sorry i tried to make it GN but then i added a lil plot in it so yeeah! But i swear my other stories are always GN! :> Welp maybe i will a do a second part with the Karasuno boys hehe
Hello, I'm Athea, just one question, how can I write stories or chapters here and how can I make a description of my tastes and ideas similar to yours? Thanks for your time.
Hii! :>
Sorry for not answering right away! I was quiet busy hehe ^^"
Writing stories and making chapters are actually easy, if you know how to post something, then you already know how to publish a story. If you want to write stories with chapters then you can find two clips connecting while editing your story where you can put in a link
Or you select a word in your story where you also find these two clips but it will be linked to the word you selected!
I hope this was understandble ^^"
You can create a theme hoe you like it, i just went with a theme i liked and searched for a border and gifs and this is how i make my posts :> nothing challenging haha
HELPPP you sound like my friend who also has a pink blog and she specialised in angst 😭😭🙏 food theme looks delicious, if anyone says it's boring then they're aliens like how can you says no to that DELIGHTFUL FOOD BEFORE YOUR EYES? Now I suddenly feel hungry from this food talk LOL
HAHAH lmao 🤭
But i always feel hungry myself after making a post hehe so i know what you mean 😮💨
Okie, not a request but I couldn't help myself from wanting to send this ask like HELLO??? your blog theme is so cute 🥺👉👈 pink blogs can never go wrong with their cuteness (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) when I looked at your blog, it's just make me want to go nom nom on it from how sweet-looking it is!! Ngl i was actually staring at it for a good while before I've decided to follow HAHA but anyways I hope we can be friends and maybe chat more occasionally cuz you seem pretty friendly!! It's okay if you don't wanna tho, no pressure, I just want to let you know how much I love your theme (,,> ᴗ <,,) !!
Awww THANK YOU 🥹✨️
it means a lot to me since i literally yesterday thought she might look boring for some people since it's just pink and food 😮💨 But your words mean a lot to me!!! It was also a thought back in 2021? Let's look cute and welcoming only for people to realize it's an blog that makes readers cry ehe 🫡
Yes let's become moots, i would be so happy hehe :>
Sitting on the sand after a long day playing and working. Holding hands while looking at the sun going down and enjoying the sound of calm waves. Kissing when both of your eyes meet. Starting your mornings in each other arms after not being able to part for the day. Preparing breakfast for the other one to get kisses and praises as a reward. Swearing to love each other until death parts you two, while sealing this swear with a kiss in front of your dear friends. This is exactly what you and Hinata did.
Falling in love in Brazil really wasn't Hinata's plan however when he first met you, shortly after arriving in this foreign country, he knew you were the one for him. It was love at first sight. It might sound kitschy and like a stereotypical romcom but even so both of you couldn't stop your racing hearts. From exchanging looks, to number, to kisses and then rings in such a short time, some people asked you if you didn't happen to get a whiplash out of it. But both of you just laugh at that. Yes marriage comes with a lot of risk even more when you marry young still you couldn't care less. You were happy, smiling every day and loving each other more than words can describe.
It wasn't really a surprise that you would also start living in Japan. After two years it was hard to part with this beautiful country, your dear friends and the precious memories you made even though it was time for a change. Hinata would play Volleyball as a professional indoors and you would support him as his beloved partner. Coming back, meeting his family in person still feels like a fever dream for you but now you were standing in a big arena that was full of people, that were excited to see this match. It was loud yet you enjoyed the cheerful cheers of the visitors. You also felt very proud when you heard some people whisper about your "Ninja" husband, who maybe got more fans than both of you imagined while playing Beach Volleyball. While looking around, you couldn't stop your grinning when you were able to spot some familiar faces. Hinata loved to show you pictures of his friends from high school. Giggling to yourself, you knew their names but they didn't even know you existed. It isn't like you both wanted to make your marriage a secret but somehow both of you didn't feel the need to make a scene over your love life if it wasn't needed. So you knew his friends were in for a surprise. The whole game you were gasping, cheering and trembling in joy. You knew your husband was more than just a good player but seeing with your own eyes made you a little bit sentimental even more when he clenches the ring, he wore as a necklace, in his fist before doing his serve at one point in the match. It even made you more cry when he walked out of the lockers and hugging you tightly against his chest after winning his first game back in Japan. Both of you were ignoring the loud gasps and screeching in the background yet you still laughed at them.
You put slowly a plate full of sweets and cookies in front of Hinata's teammates that were staring holes at him, waiting for answers. Rubbing your hands on your little apron, you sit down next to your husband that took your hand in his own and planted it on the table right in front of the others. Both of you looked at each other and couldn't stop grinning. Your other hand gently laid on top of a small head, that was resting against your chest, while little hands gripped the fabric of your shirt. Small but big eyes looked at the three men in front of him. "So ... uhm, maybe you should start?", started the blond setter, that was trying to find the right words in this situation.
Hinata laughed a little: "Well it just happened."
°`🍨: I think my first Fem Reader Story, sorry i tried to make it GN but then i added a lil plot in it so yeeah! But i swear my other stories are always GN! :> Welp maybe i will a do a second part with the Karasuno boys hehe
He was bored of you. From the first day your parents introduced you to him, you were simply just boring in his eyes. As if you were black and white. Absolutely no colour that would draw his eyes to your form. You just looked like all the girls that tried to charm him just because he looks cute in their eyes but after he rejected them, he suddenly gets called a jerk. Kenma was totally sure you were one of those.
But you looked at him as if he hung up all the stars for you. As if the world was made for him and he deserved all of it even though all he does is playing his games, play some volleyball and breathe like he is required to do. It was as if you were looking at a statue, build 1000 years ago, but falling in love with the little details that are still there to look at. It pulled your heartstrings when he wrinkles his nose when something annoys him. It made your heart flatter how his hair hangs in his eyes while he is focused on his handheld, that he starts to blow it out of his eyes. But it also hurt so much to see his annoyed face when you open your mouth.
It was not your fault, that you had other hobbies then he did. It was not your fault you were not able to connect to him but why does he make it look like, you did everything wrong from the first time until now? Your parents dragged you to his house after his parents wished to see you. It was Kuroo that wanted you to stay when you walked past them playing volleyball. It was the school system that made you sit in the same classroom as him. But why are you the bad person? You never argued with him. You only did small talk with him if needed. You only looked at him from far away because you both were clearly not friends. But why did your heart decide he is the boy of your dreams?
Seeing him in your dreams is nothing new. Him hugging you softly or smiling at you, with his shy but smug looking smile you sometimes see when he tricked his opponent. Dreaming about a what if situation that will never happen. In the end it was just a stupid crush that made it hard for both of you. Still you needed to let go for his peace of mind and your hurting heart. But why is letting go so hard?
You don't feel giving up because what if he happens to look past his first thoughts. What if he changes his mind? You also don't want to look weak. Weak for giving up a situation that could change. You still have one whole year until your paths will very probably part away. Even if the chance is so small you would need to zoom in on a phone, you would try to grab it with both of your bare hands. Everything that might change something even if it's just you both talking like normal classmates. What the most stupid thing is, is problem you're trying to do all of it on your own. Everything Kuroo tries to catch you and trap you in a situation with his teammate, you always find a way to escape. When the second years somehow nudge you in his direction, you always dodge Kenma before you both collided.
It was hard but one day it might change something. This was your hope and dream. Even if your heart was literally bleeding in your chest, you would just put a band-aid over it while crossing your fingers that it hopefully works out in your favour.
°`🍨: I wanted it to look like a small rant! It's nothing good or life changing but i think it's somehow still bitter sweet :> I might also open my requests for real this time lmao
Just imagine Hinata coming back from Brazil but not alone!
Coming back with a girlfriend or something more like a fiance or even a wife but nobody knows about it because he just totally forgot to announce it. It was just love at first sight and both of you just knew you couldn't ignore how right it felt.
In the MSBJ vs Schweiden Adlers game you were sitting in the top row and while looking around you even spotted some (not really for you) familair faces Hinata showed you. You kinda felt like a spy, knowing that nobody else knows about his actual love life.
When the next reunion comes before Kageyama goes oversea, he just brings you along unannounced and everyone is looking like a fish out of water. Hinata Shoyo was able to pull someone. Maybe you both don't come alone, maybe maybe you brought a third little person wifh you as well 🤭
Just some random thoughts but not sure if i will write for it tho since i almost only write angst 😮💨
P.S: I wrote something lmao
°`🍨: Hinata Shoyo x Fem! Reader
°`🍨: A nice surprise
Sitting on the sand after a long day playing and working. Holding hands while looking
꒰ summary ꒱ after a day with friends, yuki ishikawa comes home to you cooking dinner. He's not open to the idea of you taking in the excess of the food he has to eat and believes you're forced to do all that—or so he thinks.
꒰ a/n ꒱ wrote a very quick yuki one shot :) in reality, i think i would be extremely weirded out by his meal choices LOL but I love that little (he's literally tall!!) idiot...
“Tadaima,” a voice speaks by the door.
In the volume of his voice, you know that the day was well-spent with friends. Its tone, a pitch higher than it usually is, comes as a sign of cheerfulness. In these mere three syllables, you know that even if the day was partially cherished, there is an implication of excitement; the day for him can only be fully cherished when he has loved and adored you in the flesh.
“My sweet,” you greet Yuki, as he walks behind you and kisses the top of your head.
“Oh, please don’t smell my head—it’s full of sweat and pollution,” you tell him, but he kisses your head again nonetheless. He stands beside you, as he observes you cooking.
“What’s that?” he asks with such naivety.
To which you reply, “Your usual meal, your majesty.”
“You don’t have to cook for me, you know. I’ve been doing it on my own for more than ten years,” he says as he tries to hide his frown. You may be slow in other things, but when it comes to Yuki, you’re quick enough to figure him out.
“Let’s not talk about this. The moon is shining half as bright, and even if the clouds are hiding the stars, I know they’re shining twice as bright. It’s a beautiful night, so let’s cherish it,” you tell him. He playfully nods and puts his hands up in defeat against your poetic, dramatic little ass, and you place each food onto a plate before Yuki brings it to the table.
When the both of you finally get to sit down, he takes in the food he has always taken in in the same way. But when he sees you, eating what he would call scraps—the excess of his meal, mixed with extra condiments and leftovers–he is left sighing at every instance you put a piece of your meal into your mouth.
He has to do something about it… and so he says, “I still don’t feel comfortable about this.”
“About what?”
“The food.”
You look down at your food, and then at him again. To you, there’s nothing wrong with what you’re eating. You begin to understand that tonight is a night that will be filled with sighs—well, not the kind both of you are hoping for.
“Yuki, again. At the very beginning, I said I wanted to be in charge of the meals. You had no objections. You said I could make any meal that I wanted—your words, not mine,” you tell him calmly and slowly, “I have spent a majority of my life making decisions for myself without the help of anyone else. If I loved you any less, I would have walked right out that door.”
He simply nods to your words. He’s taking the information in, just as much as the both of you are eating. When both of you finish eating, you begin to take the plates and utensils–as well as the pans, pots, cutting boards, and whatnot–to the sink to get them washed. Yuki stays still in his seat, watching your every move.
“I didn’t know you love me that much,” Yuki confesses.
You laugh, “Silly. You think too much. I’m wildly devoted to you that I’d clean your rice paddles—and all of these I do because it’s my choice, I hope you understand that.”
“I’m beginning to.”
He approaches you from behind, his fingers constantly moving, never in the same place it once was. He then wraps his arms around you and places his face on your head.
“I thought I told you—”
“I don’t care,” he interrupts.
“My head—”
“Blah blah blah—”
“It stinks—”
“Blah blah—”
“It smells—”
“Like love and hard work.”
For a moment, you place one of the white plates down and turn your head to him—bewildered, amazed, astonished. Your eyes widen and eyebrows raise.
“I didn’t know you love me that much,” you then confess. Oh, how the tables have turned. He looks at you and smiles. When you turn back to washing everything that was left on the sink, he plays with your hair, which looks and smells of love and hard work.
After washing the dishes, you and Yuki form a separate routine. As you shower, he begins brushing up his Italian and does his stretches. An everything shower, as you call it, gives him an opportunity to take as much time as he can to catch up with whatever he has not done for the day.
When you finish your shower and step out the bathroom door, you see Yuki by the living room, going through his phone just to pass the time. He looks up and sees you, pajamas crinkled and hair dried. He smiles and pats your tiny, tiny head and showers next.
You sit on the left side of the bed, turning on the lampshade. In silence, you grab your copy of Ogden Nash’s I Wouldn’t Have Missed It and the pen that sits in between the pages. You begin to go through the poem To My Valentine, annotating a word or a phrase or a line or a stanza. There are intervals in the scratching of the tip of the blue ballpen against the surface of the page. You revel in this kind of silence, where you sit and do what you love while the love of your life is just a few meters away from you. It’s comfortable. It’s a reminder that love persists in every space you both occupy. It’s a routine you will never get tired of.
By the time Yuki finishes his shower, he checks on you by peeking through the bedroom door. You are asleep with a book in one hand and a pen in the other—which he is grateful that you haven’t accidentally written on the bed sheets at some point—snoring the night away. It's surprising for him to find you already asleep, for on the most normal of days, if he finished showering, you would have surely greeted him outside the bathroom door, asking him to get to bed in an instant. He tiptoes to your side and takes away the book and the pen, lightly placing them on the bedside table and turns off the lampshade. He then goes to his side of the bed and lies down.
Not wanting you to sleep in a terrible posture, he nudges you a little. There’s a soft sigh that comes out of your mouth before you see his shadow, as you're half-awake.
He laughs. He combs your soft hair and says, “I’ll stay awake till you get to sleep.”
For the next few minutes, he places his hand on you and feels your chest rise and fall less and less and your breathing turn quiet. Then, there’s a little snore that comes out of you. He smiles. He has no right to complain about you snoring, it’s not as loud as his snores anyway.
He brushes your hair and kisses your temple. Then again. Then again. He lies on his side of the bed, allowing the darkness to seep through his eyes. In his head, he begins his plans to spend a day with you tomorrow. Or maybe two days. Or three. Though your love for each other is infinite, life is not; Yuki will hold you dear for as much as he can, for as long as he can. He'll do anything to express his gratitude besides what has already been expressed in the days since you have been together.
Then at long last, you are both asleep.
By then, the night had fallen halfway. The clouds have finally cleared, where the stars begin to show their shine. Just know that whatever nature throws, the stars are still bound to you and Yuki—at the height of adoration and tenderness between the both of you, there is love in a sky where the stars shine brightest.
a glimpse of moments in yuki's life with his girlfriend that lead him to take the courage to propose to her.
warnings: fluff, romance, slight angst, song fic, no canon even though i tried to include some of yuki's milestones, reader has a last name and a birth date (im sorry), yuki is emotionally constipated (very much), japan wins a big tournament (delulu), no proofread we die like ao3, english is not my first language!!.
wc: 6.9k
"There's a hush tonight, all is dark except starlight. Meadow critters serenading us with fine poetry."
The first time Yuki saw her was a week before starting junior high school. The Miyazakis had decided to move to the heart of the rising sun, leaving their house in Okazaki for sale during the spring break. The Iwasakis, the new owners of the property, began moving in a month before the start of classes and finished the process the week before.
Not feeling comfortable with sudden changes, he didn't even accompany his parents and sisters to welcome the new neighbors; quite the opposite of Mayu, who was thrilled to know that a girl would be living in the house next door from now on.
He was greatly surprised when his mother informed him that this neighbor who had gotten along with his little sister would be attending the same junior high school as him, and that, as the polite gentleman he was, he should guide her and be her companion, at least until she found her own group of friends.
"As if taking care of Mayu wasn't exhausting enough," he thought.
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The school year started on a Tuesday. His goal for this and the next two years of school was to do his best in his classes and be the best player on the volleyball club. In his mind, nothing could distract him from achieving his objectives. Until "nothing" became "someone". That someone who was waiting outside the front garden of his house, with a sleepy face despite it being 6:45 AM and shivering with cold as if she wasn't wearing the cardigan and blazer of the school uniform (and the sun wasn't slowly warming everyone).
The small smile she gave him left him stunned. Although he was at the age where he could fall in love with girls like his friends did, he wasn't at all interested in doing so; he preferred to focus on being the best at everything he set out to do. However, he couldn't help but return the smile, with rosy cheeks that he foolishly attributed to the "low temperature."
Although he wasn't the most talkative guy due to his introverted nature, nothing stopped her from making the journey to school an enjoyable one. He then learned that his neighbor's name was Y/N, she was two months younger than him, her birthday was on Valentine's Day, she had moved due to her father's job, and she was originally from Okayama Prefecture. Additionally, he learned that his heart could accelerate not just from running or playing, but also when beautiful eyes e/c looked at him, making the most important organ in his body seem to want to run away.
And as they say, faith makes everything possible, because during the class assignment, he had the fortune of being in the same class as her (and some friends from elementary school, but he didn't realize that until the next week).
During the three years of junior high school, he was not only one of the academically exemplary students (thanks to her, who helped him study even though the club was overwhelming), but he also excelled in the sport he loved. So much so that in his final year, he led the team to win bronze in the 'Junior High School Volleyball Championship of Japan,' was selected as the captain of Aichi Prefecture, and won a silver medal in the 'JOC Youth Olympic Cup.'
And although he felt satisfied with achieving what he had proposed in his first year, his heart swelled with pride when he heard her say, "I proclaim myself your first and biggest fan, Yuk-kun; don't forget me when you reach the big leagues". As if he could.
"Your warmth, lightly leaning on my shoulder has my heart blushing foolishly"
As if being inseparable in junior high school hadn't been enough, they managed to convince their parents to let them attend the same high school. However, not everything was rosy, and unlike the previous three years, they didn't end up in the same classrooms. They could only see each other during lunch and on their way to and from school.
In his effort to avoid a slow and silent breakdown of their friendship, he suggested she apply for the position of manager of the volleyball team, but his hope was dashed when she refused. With a smile, she explained that although she loved him with all her heart and enjoyed volleyball, she needed to focus her studies and activities on learning the basic sciences for medicine, as that was what she was passionate about. But she reassured him that nothing or no one would ever take him out of the place he held in her heart.
The palpitations he experienced the day he met her returned with greater force after hearing her say she loved him with all her heart. With his cheeks red once again due to the cold spring breeze, he decided to trust her words and let things unfold.
The first year was tough for both of them, but nothing managed to make them stop being the best of friends. Gradually, he understood that their paths were more separated than he thought, and although thinking about it brought pain to his heart, he decided to strive to show her that he was proud of her and supported her in everything she set out to do.
In his second year, thanks to his tireless dedication to the sport, he was called by the Japanese Under-19 Men's Volleyball Team. This milestone made him a legend in the school, and his parents couldn't be prouder, but no one was more proud than she. "Now that your fan club is growing, I'll reaffirm my superiority as the founder and your biggest fan, eh."
A big smile covers his face as he hears her say that.
In his third year, he feels he has reached his limit. Not in terms of volleyball, where his winning streak continues to rise (having won multiple individual and team recognitions, both from the school and nationally), nor academically, where he remains one of the most outstanding students (although not more so than his best friend). But, speaking of the devil, it is with her that he can no longer bear it.
Being their last year of high school and with all his friends in relationships or situationships, he decides it's not enough for him to keep calling her his best friend. Even when he has tried to step out of his comfort zone and accept dates from the girls in his 'fan club,' he doesn't feel as comfortable with any of them as he does with Y/N. That's why he can't let another moment pass without confessing his feelings.
His fear of the uncertain partially clouds his judgment. He doesn't want to ruin the beautiful friendship they've built over the last five years, but he also doesn't want to waste the little or much time they have left. So, with a new determination, he takes advantage of the last day of classes before the summer break to ask her out outside the club's gym.
It's not unusual since they meet there every day to walk together to the station and take the train home; the unusual part begins when, instead of walking to their destination, the volleyball player diverts them to a city park. She looks at him confused, and he can't help but become even more nervous. They walk to a bench in front of the lake and sit in silence.
"If you're going to tell me we can't see each other during vacations because of your training, I want you to know that..."
"I think I'm in love with you."
"...and Mayu is going to practice with me, so..."
His voice gradually fades away, and his eyes grow so wide that he worries they might pop out. e/c orbs look at him with curiosity.
"What?"
"I think I'm in love with you."
"Oh."
Yes, oh. Both of them remain silent for a couple of seconds more, and when he is about to apologize for making her feel strange, she beats him to it.
"It took you quite a while, huh?"
He feels her lean against his shoulder, and for the third time in his life, his heart starts beating rapidly.
"I'm sorry."
It's a new start for them.
"And when this rush fades, hope begins to bloom"
Graduation didn't take long to arrive. Before they knew it, they were taking university admission exams and wrapping up one of the best stages of their lives.
Their relationship blossomed like cherry blossoms in spring, vibrant and strong. With each understanding the other's priorities, it wasn't difficult to continue with the routine they were accustomed to before becoming official.
Moving to the heart of the rising sun to pursue their studies marked the beginning of a few problems for them. With him entering the law faculty at Chuo University and her securing a spot in her dream career at the University of Tokyo, the distance between them became noticeable, stealing away moments that could have been beautiful.
With university and his professional volleyball career taking off, the time to coincide with his girlfriend became increasingly scarce. The Japanese national men's volleyball team signed him as a member to train with them, and although he knew she wouldn't blame him for achieving his dreams, he couldn't help but feel guilty seeing that it was she who was trying the most to keep the relationship afloat (not that he didn't want to).
It took him little time to realize that he might be holding her back from giving her all to what she was passionate about by being attentive to a relationship that they knew from the start would be difficult. But even when he knew he should let her go, he couldn't help but be selfish; he didn't want to let go of one of the few constant people in his life.
Completing the first semester of university was tough, but he managed it. The training with the university team and the national team was exhausting, but he had never felt as fulfilled as he did then. He was doing what he loved and didn't feel guilty. Or at least, not too guilty.
Unlike him, Y/N's career was more demanding, so her faculty had to extend a bit to complete the semester satisfactorily. Although he couldn't visit her, he made sure to stay in contact whenever he could to see how she was doing. Small details that he believed weren't enough, but for her, they meant the world.
When he found out that her university finally gave them vacations, the first thing he did was call her to propose spending time with him in Hachioji. Nothing made him happier than hearing her accept, and in passing, complain about how tired she was and how much she missed him.
The week they spent together was hectic, although they weren't as busy as before; he still had to train, so he didn't spend as much time at home as he had hoped. She didn't complain out loud, knowing she couldn't compete with his passion and that it wasn't a priority at that moment, maybe in the future, but not now.
With a heavy heart, he watched her leave for Okazaki to visit her family, promising to stay in touch whenever he could. He knew he couldn't keep holding her back, and even though she didn't say it, the time they had spent together allowed him to read the thoughts crossing her mind in her eyes.
The start of the second semester came with new and unforgettable experiences, like his debut with the national team. He went to more tournaments with the team, and although they didn't win gold, he was happy to accumulate experience. Not a single match passed without receiving a message of support from her, which filled him with strength to keep striving.
When the opportunity of a lifetime presented itself, he decided he couldn't keep being selfish. He couldn't ask his girlfriend to prioritize a relationship that wouldn't survive the distance he would put by accepting to travel to Italy to play for Parmareggio Modena. Because one thing is living 45 minutes apart, and another is 15 hours and an entire continent away.
He planned to end their relationship before the Intercollegiate Volleyball Championship of Japan, which was the last Japanese tournament he would compete in before making the exchange to the heart of the Mediterranean.
He took a training schedule (which he knew would be reprimanded for) to do it in person, because he didn't believe it would be dignified to do it any other way. He found himself on her campus in an hour (due to traffic, is only a 45 minute distance on a good day) and managed to sneak into her dormitory, where he knew she would be studying for some quiz or exam.
Great was his surprise when, upon opening the door, the first thing he saw were the beautiful e/c eyes that had captivated him, red and swollen from crying. She looked at him surprised but didn't delay in throwing herself into his arms, crying like a desolate toddler.
"I didn't know you were coming. I was studying to prove to this stupid doctor that I'm not useless, and I didn't see if you sent me messages. It makes me happy to see you here, even though I know how busy you are..."
His heart ached as he listened to her ramble, not knowing how hard she was going through because she only told him the good things that happened to her, which made him frown; did she not trust him enough to tell him what was wrong?
"Yu?" he heard her call, "Sorry if I'm overwhelming you; do you want to go eat something near here?"
"We should break up."
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Italy didn't feel like home. No place felt like home away from her, but it was time to reset his priorities so that the void in his chest wouldn't make him lose his way.
His younger sister had been messaging him nonstop, calling him the biggest idiot in the world after finding out what he had done to her favorite person. His parents were worried about him, and his older sister called once to say, like Mayu, that he was an idiot.
No amount of messages compared to hers. He was tempted to block her to avoid the anguish of seeing that he wasn't responding, but he wasn't cruel enough to do so; he hadn't stopped loving her.
In the same way, he had three months to make the most of the new experience life had given him. What happened after that was a problem for his future self.
"you have my ear and your wish is my command. i'll get the stars for you if you asked me to"
Three months in Italy allowed him to grow as an athlete, thanks to playing alongside and against the best players in the league.
Returning to his home country keeps him on edge, with his future uncertain regarding his personal relationships. However, he plans to focus on university and sports to evade his problems.
Certainly, the first two weeks after returning from Italy pass normally. Upon returning after the semester finished, his only concern is training with the national team and the university team. He doesn't plan to visit Okazaki because he knows she'll be there, and he doesn't want to cause her more pain than he already has. His parents call daily to ask how he is and talk about his sisters, who are still angry with him.
After the vacations, a new semester begins, the third of his career, and he must muster the strength not to give up and dedicate himself solely to volleyball. He attends his classes as usual and doesn't miss any training sessions, recovering the routine he had before leaving.
When the first Friday of the semester arrives, his mind and body seem not to coordinate. After arriving home from training, he feels more tired than ever and is grateful that the weekend is about to start, in case these are symptoms of a cold. With little energy, he manages to bathe before collapsing onto his bed for a well-deserved nap, but his plans are ruined when the doorbell rings.
He thinks it might be a mistake. He doesn't trust anyone enough to receive visits from his university classmates at that hour, and his family would have warned him if they were the ones ringing the bell.
Upon opening the door, the color drains from his face. The last person he expected is standing at his door. E/c eyes filled with various emotions, from sadness and anger to excitement and, well, the one he learned to read for a short time, love.
Words don't come out of his mouth, nor hers. Several minutes pass until he steps aside, silently inviting her to follow. Once inside, they face each other again, and his heart starts racing as it always has in early April.
"I don't accept it."
That's all he hears her say. He doesn't need more to understand that what happened five months ago is not well received by her.
"It’s been five months, Y/N..."
"A thousand years could pass, and I won't accept how unfair you were to me..."
If he had to choose among his greatest weaknesses, what makes him feel most vulnerable are the beautiful e/c eyes, swollen and red (again) from holding back tears, along with a red button nose. His heart feels squeezed as he watches her try to normalize her voice to continue speaking.
"A relationship is between two people; you don't have the right to tell me what's best for both of us without considering my opinion..."
"I'm sorry..."
"I... I always knew I wasn't your priority, but I didn't blame you for that. I thought that if I waited, maybe the day would come when my love would be enough, no matter how long it took, but you didn't have even a little faith in me and decided for me; it's not fair."
"I know."
"Please, give us another chance. If it doesn't work, I won't ask again, but I can't lose my best friend without fighting for him."
Maybe it's the fever, the cold spring breeze, or the fact that his heart only beats rapidly when he's with her, but it's impossible to resist her request. Before saying anything, he lets his actions speak for themselves, pulling her into a strong hug that takes away all her sadness and concern. Both cry in that hug for what could have been but still have time to repair.
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A year passes, and his routine doesn't change much.
After giving them a second chance and promising himself that this time he will fight more for his love, his days seem brighter than ever.
He continues playing with the university team and the national team, attending competitions and facing players who make him want to improve more. The only difference is the consistency with which he ensures he checks on his girlfriend. In the third year of his career, he starts hospital rotations, and she seems more nervous than ever, so he takes a moment to wish her good luck and tell her how much he loves her.
Mid-year, he receives news from his university that he has been called by Top Volley Latina in Italy to play for the club for a period of two years. If he accepts, he will leave at the end of the year once the documentation for the exchange and full stay in the country is completed. Although it was for a short time, the European country managed to leave an indelible mark on him, and he wouldn't like to miss the opportunity.
Before letting his insecurity make him do something he might regret, he visits his girlfriend to give her the news. Although he expects a reluctant attitude from her, he is surprised to see her excited for him, even when he tells her about the significant time they would be apart if he accepts.
"I wouldn't forgive myself, and neither would you, if you missed the opportunity to become the best. The only thing I ask is, don't prevent me from being part of this stage of your life."
He knows it won't be easy, but if she has faith in what they can achieve while staying together, who is he to contradict her?
Time passes quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he finds himself at the airport, just steps away from starting one of the greatest stages of his life. His parents and sisters accompany him, but there is no sign of his girlfriend, who had warned him in advance that she would have hospital rounds and didn't know if she could make it in time to see him off. Although he understands, he can't help but feel sad about not having been able to see her one last time.
When the first boarding call resonates throughout the place, he begins to say goodbye to his parents and tearful sisters, promising to return home with many gifts for everyone.
Before crossing the gate, he hears his surname being called by the voice he knows like the palm of his hand. He turns to look among the people and finds her just a few steps from his family. He sees her hug them all and ask about him. Everyone points towards the gate, and she timidly trots towards where he is.
"Please, come back being the best of them all."
"Okay."
"And don't fall in love with a beautiful Italian woman."
"How could I do that if my heart stays here with you?"
Her smile is all that is right in life. He says goodbye to her with a kiss that shows how much he will miss her and how great his love for her is.
It's a new start for him.
"You can keep your wishes to yourself. Tell me only when you're ready, I can wait"
The two years don't pass as quickly as she would have liked. However, both are busy enough with their professions to let the circumstances affect them.
While he was discovering new ways to play and defeat good players, she was striving to develop the necessary skills to become the best in her profession.
The start of the year brought the end of an overwhelming semester. The spring vacations feel like a consolation prize after navigating a stressful eighth semester.
And not everything is so bad. The start of the year also brings him back, who after spending two years in the European country, returns to complete his university career and graduate. His family and girlfriend can't feel prouder of what he has achieved.
He returns home as a 1.92m tall man ready to face the next great challenge life throws at him. Graduation is just around the corner, and in March 2018, he is receiving his diploma, accompanied by the most special people in his life.
At that moment, he begins his life as an independent player, no longer part of any educational institution. And since he is now only part of the national team, offers from clubs start pouring in like never before. His aspiration is to stay in the Italian league, the best in the world, so when Emma Villas Siena contacts him, he can't refuse such a great opportunity.
Even though his return is very recent and he hasn't had much time to enjoy with Y/N, she motivates him to accept the proposal. She knows how beneficial it is for him to continue in the European country and doesn't want to tie him down to his home country when his horizons can still be expanded.
He signs his first professional contract with his new club and is ready to embark on a new adventure. Not before promising that he will return for her when the season ends.
"wanna make a wish? a star is falling (coming back to you)"
Breaking promises is something inherent to being human. Whether intentionally or not, everyone is prone to breaking a promise at least once in their life. Yuki is no exception.
Even when his season with Emma Villas ended a year later, he couldn't return home. He was immediately signed by Kioene Padova and stayed another year in Italy. In 2020, his dream team, Allianz Milano, contacted him to join their family, and he couldn't refuse.
It wasn't his intention to avoid returning to his home country or to miss the reunion with his girlfriend. The circumstances simply weren't favorable, and with a highly infectious virus threatening global health, the possibility of returning to Japan in time to be with her during her graduation was reduced to zero.
Apart from strict confinement, March brought with it the virtual graduation ceremony of Y/N. He could feel how disappointed she was that one of the most important moments of her life was overshadowed by an uncontrollable biological risk. Wanting to cheer her up even from a distance, he asked his sister to send her a bouquet of her favorite flowers, along with a personalized note he wrote himself.
— Thanks for the detail ml🥺, I love you from here to everywhere and beyond
A simple message but one that managed to lift his spirits, keeping his mind away from intrusive thoughts born of loneliness.
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With more free time than he liked, he focused on improving his skills and learning new ones. He also had the opportunity to reconnect with those he had left behind in the land of the rising sun.
He mainly talked to Y/N, who told him she was excited to start working officially at the University Hospital of Tokyo, where she had done her internships. He wondered if the unease he felt was nerves about her exposing herself to a hospital environment in the midst of a pandemic, but he didn't mention anything, not wanting to dampen his girlfriend's spirits.
With a tighter schedule than usual, the possibility of maintaining contact with her was becoming increasingly low. Although they remained attentive to each other, he knew that the lack of communication would be a significant obstacle.
"If you could wish upon a shooting star what your heart most desires, what would you wish for?"
"That you were here with me."
"Oi, why not wish for the virus to cease to exist? It would be easier to fulfill your other desire this way."
"I'm not interested in the virus; as long as you're here, nothing could harm me... Besides, as my personal doctor, you wouldn't let a stupid virus infect me."
"You're so right baby."
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The end of the year arrived slower than he expected. He had faith that the health measures in Italy would relax, allowing him to travel to his home country, but the lack of public awareness and the saturation of the healthcare system influenced the fortification of the country's laws.
With training sessions closed to the public, returning to the court was the closest he felt to being home. But there was no comparison; nostalgia was killing him.
— How do you manage to find your way in Milan? Even the taxi's GPS has no idea what streets these are.
— Huh?
— Mmm, surprise? I was going to arrive at your house, but the surprised one was me when I found out nobody knows how to get to where you live.
— What?
— Did the virus take your fingers? 😨 I could use a hand; you have my location after all.
—+ How do you play volleyball without fingers? mmm
Perhaps the virus was attacking his immune system, because the rapid beating of his heart couldn't have a normal medical explanation (romantics would say it's a sign of him being in love, but hush).
It may sound unfair, but he knows that she is the one who has given and will always give more for their relationship.
It was she who initiated the conversation the day they met. It was she who waited until he was ready to accept his feelings. It was she who said "I love you" first. It was she who fought for their relationship when he didn't bet much on them. It was she who didn't let the distance break their contact. It was she who, despite the global health emergency, came to him.
She will always be the one with enough patience to take the first steps, regardless of whether it's her duty to do so.
That's why it is her who he wants to spend the rest of his life with. He wants to wake up every morning with her. He wouldn't mind breaking the habits he's developed over the last 10 years to try new things with her. He imagines forming a family with her.
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Spending New Year's with her is like putting a band-aid on his heart. Finally, he feels that his home is complete. Italy may be the place that welcomed him with open arms to help him become the best, but it was she who opened her arms to give him a chance at the idea of love.
January arrives with the call from the Japanese national team for the postponed Olympic Games to be held in his home country. He has seven months to prepare for his Olympic debut and give his best performance in each match. It also marks the time to bid farewell to his beloved, who, with her country returning to "normality," must safeguard her place in the hospital that saw her grow as a professional.
In the time he wasn't traveling from one country to another for the league and training, he was studying each of the rival teams that could potentially qualify for the tournament.
It's worth mentioning that while he was in Japan, he didn't even unpack his apartment before his feet led him to Y/N's home.
The training sessions with the team were tough but enjoyable. He already knew several of the players called up for the national team from previous matches. Others were new, like Ran, who made sure to mention (a thousand times) that he was his biggest fan.
— Ask him if he knows how to fight 🤼
And more messages from his girlfriend made him laugh. He finds it incredible how, despite the passage of time, she has managed to maintain her fun and friendly personality.
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Despite his arduous effort, he doesn't believe he is the most apt to lead the team in the tournament. He feels confident in Masa's leadership and can't imagine why the coach decides not to include him in the final lineup and instead delegates all his responsibilities to him.
He accepts the challenge with his head held high, but inside, he feels uneasy. His perfectionist side knows how harsh the (self) criticism will be if he doesn't achieve a good position.
When he tells his family about this new development, he feels more at ease. Everyone supports him and is happy about what he has achieved. His younger sister even jokes that he was lucky to be the first captain of the family, because it would be embarrassing if she, being younger, became the captain of the women's team.
His girlfriend is the happiest of all. Even though she doesn't know the team (because her schedule hasn't allowed it), she feels full confidence in them and knows they will be able to advance to the final.
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Sadly, not even wishing upon a thousand shooting stars could help the team defeat Brazil and qualify for the semifinals. As captain, he feels guilty for not giving more of himself to turn the score around. The pain that overwhelms him is great, and he feels indebted to his home country. He promises himself to train until exhaustion and become the best player Japan has ever known, so he doesn't have to suffer such a defeat again.
And it is Y/N who accompanies him in his professional growth, no longer from afar, but by his side.
"Now it probably won't matter, you already know you're all that I want (just you)"
Two years after the impending defeat against the South American team, each member of the national team has improved their game and strategies while playing for their respective clubs. Under the direction of Coach Blain, they have managed to position themselves as one of the most promising teams in the world, with the new goal of winning the VNL 2023 (after also being painfully defeated by France in VNL 2022). He himself has worked hard to be the captain that the entire team can rely on, the captain who can score points even when everyone feels tired after several sets, the captain who can lead his team to victory.
He has also worked on being a better partner for Y/N, who by that time had already gained confidence with her teammates from the national team and Allianz (oh, I forgot to mention! Now they both live together in Italy and travel periodically to Japan to visit their families). Everyone around her seems to adore the girl who only steals the hearts of those who give her the chance to know her.
When the Italian league ends, he immediately receives the call from Coach Blain to play in the VNL 2023. He doesn't hesitate to accept and travels immediately to his home country, where she is already waiting as the new doctor for the volleyball team.
He realizes that their lives have gradually adjusted to each other's. With enough effort, she managed to pursue him to Italy, becoming the doctor for his club, and after some recommendations (from him, Ran, Yuji, Akihiro, and other team members), they convinced the Japanese volleyball league to hire her too.
The training sessions are arduous, but having her close motivates him not to give up, unlike the younger players (Ran and Tatsunori), who decided to tease him by trying to get the attention of the girl with beautiful e/c eyes, regardless of being in the middle of a practice match.
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The VNL 2023 was the most nostalgic tournament they had played. For the first time in a long while, they were able to defeat the formidable Brazilian team and qualify for the semifinals. Sadly, the hosts played at a level that the Nippon team could not overcome, leaving them out of the competition for the gold. They had to fight with blood, sweat, and tears to defeat Italy and win the bronze, but every effort was worth it. For Fujii-san, for Japan, for his family, and for her.
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The celebration for the medal didn't take long to arrive. The coach took charge of gathering them and treating them to a delicious meal to compensate for their great effort.
Taking advantage of the good atmosphere, all the curious about the absence of the captain's girlfriend in the celebration decided to ask, not just about her location, but about their story together. He couldn't help but remember and tell them everything he had to go through in their relationship to achieve what they have now.
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"Ishikawa-kun, you really were an asshole with Y/N, no offense," the words from the number 12 of the Japanese team make him laugh. He couldn't agree more.
"Thanks, Ran, as if my sister didn't repeat it every time she remembers," he replies.
"And can you blame her? Now every time I remember it, I'll tell you," Yuji says gruffly.
"Oi, leave my captain alone; he's just waiting for the right moment," Akihiro says.
"If she were my girlfriend, the right moment would have been two months after becoming an official couple," the youngest player on the team responds gruffly.
"It's late, guys; go to sleep to travel early tomorrow."
"Okay, coach!"
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Arriving at the hotel where the team was staying was an odyssey. Having to carry the sleepy body of Ran, who couldn't contain himself with alcohol, was a great challenge, but after leaving him in his respective room, he heads to his own to rest.
Great is his surprise (and shock) when he finds an occupant in his bed, wearing one of his favorite shirts and drooling on his pillow. It's a sight he has been able to enjoy for the last two years and never gets tired of.
After bathing and changing into something more comfortable, he lies down beside her, and as Morpheus comes to claim his sleep, he thinks about how lucky he is to have his entire world in his arms.
"Be my forever and say, 'I do, I do'. With a smile, please tell me, 'I do, I do'"
The victory had never tasted so sweet. After so many ups and downs, achieving gold in a global competition like the Olympics feels like a reward.
Playing against so many excellent teams that had previously defeated them, and being the winner for the next four years, has no comparison.
Or perhaps it does, for the captain of Ryujin Nippon.
Even if winning and being decorated as the most valuable player of the tournament is an unforgettable experience, nothing compares to the experience of proposing to his girlfriend of over 10 years to spend the rest of her life with him in the city of love.
Once he leaves the venue where the award ceremony took place, he heads to the Olympic village to shower and prepare for the most important date of his life. His teammates fill him with messages of good luck, and the two spoiled ones from his girlfriend give him the green light to proceed with his plan.
Around 8 PM, he picks her up at the hotel where all their loved ones stayed during the competition and finds her in the lobby, being incessantly pestered by her sisters. At this point, he doubts that she doesn't know the purpose of their date in the city of love (thanks, Mayu and Naomi, you're no longer invited to the wedding).
With their parents and hers giving thumbs up, he musters the courage to approach and take her away from her sisters' arms. He sees beautiful e/c eyes light up when he stands before her, and as he has for the past 16 years, he can't help but feel his heart racing rapidly.
"It's not that I don't love your sisters, but they're getting on my nerves, and I don't want to get to where you want to get me looking like a crazy person."
He laughs and offers her his hand.
"Let's get out of here before they get worse."
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Arriving at the Eiffel Tower and entering the Jules Verne is easier to imagine than to live. Nerves consume him. He hopes everything goes according to plan. If all the stars and planets aligned enough to allow them to be tournament winners, he hopes they will be kind enough to stay aligned and make the night a success.
The restaurant was reserved for just the two of them, as Ran mentioned. He also notices a particular decoration that makes his heart jump with excitement. Stars.
Given that they are in the heart of France, even during the Perseid meteor shower, it's not easy to see falling stars (unless you're in an area far from urbanization). So seeing the restaurant filled with stars makes the moment even more special. His girlfriend's eyes can't hide her emotion, shining with contained tears (oh, she knows what's coming).
They arrive at the central table reserved for them thanks to the help of a kind waitress and observe the menu to order. Once alone, the ice is broken by her, who doesn't stop thanking him and mentioning how beautiful everything is around them. Despite his nervousness, he continues the conversation, and soon they find themselves talking more comfortably.
Once the main courses arrive, the conversation doesn't stop. The staff seems interested in them, given that both speak in their native language and can't help but want to know what they're saying.
In the middle of the main course, they hear a gasp and turn to look at the owner of this sound.
The waitress who attended them is pointing towards the windows, where the darkness of the night and one or two flashes can be seen. His eyes can't believe what they see. Perhaps after all, the stars and planets are on their side.
His girlfriend quickly gets up and approaches the windows, impressed. Although difficult, falling stars can be observed, just as she always dreamed of seeing.
"Yu, come here! A star is falling, wanna make a wish?"
It's the perfect moment.
"Don't worry if you missed it, there'll be more soon enough!"
He positions himself behind her, kneeling on one knee. He takes out the velvet box that has been hidden in his closet for a year and opens it.
"Yu...? Oh"
She turns to look at him when she doesn't feel him near her. And when she finally looks at him, her eyes fill with tears.
“Till the end of this night I just have one wish. If I tell you, would you say, ‘I do?’. With a smile, please tell me, ‘I do’”
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phew! my first yuki fic y'all😁
I really hope you like it. It's the most unrealistic thing in the world but yk what they say, delulu is the solulu.
Don't forget to listen to the song that inspired all of this!! thank you kyungsoo for singing the most romantic songs in the history of the universe<3
Omg, I’m a sucker for jjk angst (and psychological horror). Especially with sukuna or gojo or people who can sometimes be an asshole “jokingly”. But at one point their lover (preferably spouse for a long time) just leaves them after a particularly bad fight, something about never having time for anything with them anymore, fed up with their bullshit and never thinking about their relationship. And it’s not a break up, as in they just one day leave for the store and never come back. Something just snapped leading to a psychological rampage with them getting drunk and high and what not all with tremors and with tears and just everything. So while sukuna, or gojo, or whoever you think would best fit this scenario technically do still have you (you’re not dead after all) you’re not the person they once loved. You’re just a shell of them trapped in a hospital being “treated” even though the doctors think you’re beyond recovery.
You don’t have to write for this if it makes you uncomfortable or for any reason really. I just really liked your writing and thought I might share some of my thoughts with you. So with all my love, good bye!
°`🍨: Hello !
I feel like this really goes into psychological horror and i wrote down, that i don't write for horro in my Welcome Post! It goes into a direction of mind break and it's a really deep and dark direction ;;
Even if it's just psychological horro, it is still horror and that makes me uncomfortable to write your request :0 If you want something similair, you can request about reader dissapearing and coming back as their enemy or reader feeling the big gap in their relationship and they sadly die after a messy argument. Smth like that ig ?
It is a nice idea and even creative since i can really see it happen with Sukuna but it's sadly not something you will see on my blog.
Hiii!,I heard you were taking requests,I hope it's ok if I request something.I really want some tanjiro angest.if you are not open up to the idea then it's completely fine!,it's my first time requesting.have a nice day.
°`🍨: Hello !
It's such a pleasure that you sended me your first request !
Sadly i don't write for Demon Slayer anymore :(
I have other fandoms listed on my page, maybe you want to request for those !
