High school wasn't easy, it was hard, and stressful. And you didn't know if it was because you had changed school this year, or just because it is.
But your bet was on the former.
It was raining the first day.
Everyone was under an umbrella with their friends, laughing and joking around. Perhaps the weather was mocking you.
Your umbrella was over you, you weren't getting drenched but somehow, it felt like you were drowning.
The walk to the school hallway wasn't long, but it felt like a mile, watching everyone else be happy in the grey weather.
"AKAASHIIII!" The loud voice comes as soon as it goes, a quieter voice just calmly replies, and perhaps that was where it all went wrong.
It had been a week by now, and nothing much had happened.
You had gone to class, done the homework assigned, and been quiet while doing so. Well as quiet as you could.
But it still hadn't stopped your eyes from wandering at times.
The guy who sat in front of you, Akaashi, you had heard during attendence, was something you couldn't fully understand.
He was gorgeous, that much you could see, and quiet, good at studying too, plus he was an athlete, he was a crazy combo that was almost every high schoolers hallway crush.
So how come he wasn't everyones hallway crush? You couldn't really fathom it, but each to their own.
So yeah, the first week had been okay.
It had been a month by now, and how you had survived Akaashi Keiji's friendly nature was a mystery to yourself.
It had started the first week. He was observant and polite to you, but not more than needed. But then he remembered the drink you normally brought from the vending machines. He had given you a polite smile before giving you the drink.
You hadn't really known what to make of it, you had thanked him, of course, but it was weird.
Then the breaks in between classes came, and he began to talk to you? Quietly at first, but then he began to get more confident with time, and now it was just a routine.
Then after school came, where he offered to walk you home, when you tagged along to volleyball practice. What you didn't know was that he lived in the opposite direction...
And somewhere along the way, you had fallen. Hard. Like down bad crying at the gym, kinda hard.
But instead of trying to get him to like you too, you just went along with the ride. Not like a blushing mess, but just as someone who didn't think about it, before Akaashi had to leave to go home himself.
But then it all came back to you, the way you liked him and the warm feeling was there now taking over your whole body.
And yet, Akaashi didn't stop. He just began to do more, in a more warm way. In a way that made you flustered the whole time, instead of just at the end.
Like, when he began to buy you an onigiri everyday, just to make sure you always ate something.
Or when he began to hold your hand when he walked you home.
hello!! u have such a cute account and i've seen u around some other haikyu posts so id love to be moots with you! ive also js started writing and am looking to make more friends so yeah :3 have an awesome dayayayay
Wednesdays weren't the best day of the week to many, but for Sugawara? It was.
Because that was when the second years had gym class. And yes, perhaps he shouldn't be looking, but then she came out with that smile, and he just couldn't help himself.
She always saw him too, she waved at him everytime she came out, and smiled to him while the class was going on.
Yeah, Wednesdays were definitely Sugawara's favorite day of the week.
Perhaps he should stop being a chicken...
But then again, he had said that to himself so many times before, what made today so different?
Well...
Perhaps the thing she had said yesterday.
"Y'know, you remind me of a sunflower at times. So bright and warm, I feel like the sun is looking at me when you look at me..."
In all of Sugawara's life, he had never been compared to a sunflower. So the warm feeling in his cheeks wasn't his fault.
How was he suppose to react?
Volleyball was nice, it was nice to just be with his friends and play something he liked.
He had never thought he would want to disappear because of it...
Yeah, falling to get that ball was embarrasing enough, but doing it because you couldn't stop staring at your crush?
Sugawara wanted to bury himself in a hole.
But he couldn't do that, so the next best thing?
Hide from your crush, of course!
Learning how to confess wasn’t something Sugawara thought he would need, but the amount of books he had read about it, would think he was studying for an exam.
But no, he just wanted it to be done right.
So what was right? What was the right way to confess?
Well in Sugawara’s case it was just as she was about to get on the bus.
“I like you.”
Such simple words for some, such hard words for others.
“What?”
“I like you.”
The shocking covering her face wasn’t what he had expected.
As the bus driver was waiting for her to get on, she couldn’t really do anything.
And just as she was about to get on, she changes her direction.
And kisses his cheek.
She just smiles at him before getting on the bus, leaving him with the warm feeling that consumes his whole body.
To doubt love, can make sense. Love isn't something people are always ready for. Perhaps that's why she didn't believe them at the start.
The thought always comes up again. To say it to her face. To be able to adore that face of hers. To not just be another stupid person in her line.
But maybe, not today. But soon.
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Sugawara hadn't been prepared to be hit with love, the way he was. The new manager hadn't been what he had thought. Only a year younger, but still keeping up.
And it hadn't even been fast he had fallen. Somehow, though, along the way of teaching her the ropes around being a manager, saying hi when she saw him, and just hanging out with the team, his heart began to skip a beat, just a little bit.
The thought wasn't as scary when it first started. Just a smile a bit brighter to her, and making sure she knew what to do at practice.
But then night came, and thats where it all fell down on him, because, what do you do?
What does one do?
Sugawara didn't know. And he didn't feel like asking his teammates about it, knowing their luck.
So he tried to push it down, but then...
The hand holding the two had done, the way she had squeezed his hand just a bit, three times.
Then the shared umbrella, and her running up to the bus with a smile, before getting on. The way she had waved to him in the bus when she passed him.
The way she would share some of her food, even though she normally makes sure nobody takes any of it.
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Last song(s): Her - Jvke ft. Annika Wells / Neon Odyssey - The Midnight & Avantris / Never Love an Anchor - Crane Wives
Currently watching: Tornado/Storm Event studies on Youtube and various Star Wars things (Animated, Live Action, just whatever tbh)
Current obsession: At this EXACT moment? That'd be Fi and Jesse lol But also Kes and the Batch/the long fic I'm writing of them, as well as the DnD AU of them.
Currently reading: Fics. All the fics. Been on a ObiMaul kick tbh
Currently working on: The Kes/Batch long fic (Working title is Blur of Consequences), a one shot of when Kes and Echo met before the events of Blur, and I'm currently in the planning stages for Fi/Jesse fic (ᵕ ó ᴗ ò)
Last Google search: How to un-fold our electric lawnmower lol
Last song: Not by Big Theif
Currently watching: Rainworld lore videos on YT, specifically on the Watcher DLC
Current obsession: Star wars,,, specifically Mandalorian culture + my ocs
Currently Reading: Started the Republic Commando novels, halfway through Triple Zero
Currently working on: Tattoo 'map'/showcase for my oc Roscoe Arazu, as well as worldbuilding for mandalorian culture again
Last google search: "raptor tail dinosaur" - I was doing some creature design and needed a good ref aha
Tagging (no pressure !!):
@ladyknight33 @whoops-junk-drawer @dick-djarin
Last songs: I Want To Know What Love Is - Foreigner, Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Tears For Fears, Time - Pink Floyd
Currently Watching: nothing in particular. Mostly tornado videos on the ol ‘tube
Current Obsession: STAR WAR!!!! TAR WARS!!!! CLONES!!!
Currently Reading: my own writing! I’ve passed the “writing spree” stage and entered the “reread your own fics and then kick yourself for not finishing them” stage.
Currently Working On: Various outfit/set design pieces for my ocs! I’ve finally pushed myself to flesh out the places these people are visiting/living. I’ve had them for almost three years and I’ve only just gotten around to it. But hey! I’ve gotten round to it! Yay!
Last Google Search: Ehlers Danlos Syndrome (I may have it, I was googling symptoms, lmao). And the one before that was “normal blood pressure by age group”. So I guess I’m more of a hypochondriac than I thought i was?
Tagging (first time, kinda nervous 👉👈)
@t9909-gk @qalanthe @mistycatt (can I tag people who aren’t my mutuals?? What is etiquette) @eobe (oh no I don’t have ten. Send me to the plinko or something)
hi I’ve never done one of these even though I’ve been tagged in a bajillion of them
here we go..
last song: graduate by third eye blind
currently watching: clone wars… again
current obsession: obi wan still. Specifically I’ve been thinking about obi wan directly after order 66 but haven’t drawn it because I don’t usually like drawing sad stuff.
currently reading: rogue planet !! Yay Star Wars book
currently working on: drawing Obi wan. I want to draw him in mando armor and also do some codywan art. I have a whole list of things my friend Finn wants me to work on lol. Also my codywan fic I’ve been working on for months that I’ve hardly made progress on. I’m no author lol
last google search: “jar har” I was trying to type Jar Jar but something went wrong in the process 😔😔💔💔
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last songs: gommene gommene ft hatsune miku by kikuo, ego renegade boy ft kagamine len by flavor foley, king for a day by green day
currently watching: heated rivalry, South Park, and sw rebels
current obsession: anakin, Vocaloid, and friedrich Engels (I know everyone's favorite trio). Also vtubers cause im getting back into live2d
currently reading: random medical and forensics case studies and also fan fiction (for Star Wars and Dexter!)
currently working on: 3 indie game projects, a vtuber rig who I've been procrastinating, 2 fan fics (one which I posted and is time travel but hasn't had an update in like idk how long and another which I hope can see the light of day one day), a cal kestis and oc drawing for a moot (I love them/p), a codywan drawing that's stuck in the idk what I'm doing stage, and an anidala drawing in a similar stage
last Google search: ao3 (pretty self explanatory)
last songs: Across the Stars, How Lin-Manuel Miranda Orders a Pizza by Daniel Thrasher, Heart Attack by Demi Lovato and Mr. Darkside by Sub-Radio
currently watching: The Clone Wars 2008, probably gonna rewatch some Star Wars movies, probably gonna rewatch Tom Holland's Spider-Man trilogy in preparation for Brand New Day
current obsession: Star Wars (the prequels and the clone wars)
currently reading: Clone Wars: Wild Space
currently working on: The first fanfic in my Happy AU series where Palpatine dies, Padme lives, there's no Empire, and everyone is happy apart from Anakin apparently (don't worry he'll get there). I'm trying to write it realistic in the sense that this is what I think would have really happened if the story played out like this, but I think only the first story will have any politics in it. I love the in universe politics of Star Wars, I think they're fascinating and I wish there was more information out there on it, but there's not. Making random stuff up is exhausting. I don't want to do too much research, so I'm just going to write Happy Skywalker Family fluff and angst instead of galaxy altering shit lol
Google search: How do court trials work in Star Wars? (literally no info on Wookieepedia...)
No pressure tags: @magmeter @user24709 @evildala @herowithfears @vaderscurls @aquaeclipse @anakin03986 @panakin-crywalker + Anyone else who wants to join in!!!!
last songs: underground, i choose you, ufo, sugar free venom, instruction, magic clock
currently watching: taxi driver season 2, good morning call, trying to force myself to finish jjk, gonna start if wishes could kill and the other maze runner movies
current obsession: f5ve
currently reading: myriad and random aot fanfics
currently working on: doing as much revision i can for end of year exams then i'll carry on with my mystery fanfic
last google search: ammonia (i needed the structural formula for an equation)
npt: @holyspirit6 @fairyprincessqueen14 @unapologeticpristinelamb @divinebitch16 @actually-an-angel @t-bird510 + open tags!
last songs — Poesie Clandestine, LDA and Aka7evn; Dimmelo tu, Lorenzo Salvetti; Vodka Cranberry, Conan Gray
currently watching — house md rewatch, money heist (la casa de papel) rewatch
current obsession — body tops and jorts
currently reading — haikyuu manga vol. 2 (acc I've just finished it)
currently working on — not on exams cos they're definitely doneeeee yayyyyyy. reuploading all my old fics and I've got two new ones in the making (I'm stuck as hell)
last google search — "la casa di carta in inglese" didn't know what money heist was in english so i had to put it up
morisuke decides that standard boyfriend behavior is for cowards and launches a full-scale tactical assault of affection for your birthday.
wc: 1.7k, happy birthday @sh0dor1 i love u sm !!
the digital numbers on the clock are ticking closer to midnight, and yaku is currently experiencing a level of stress usually reserved for bomb disposal units or people trying to untangle cheap headphones. he is staring at a batch of strawberry cupcakes with the kind of intense, unblinking focus that could probably melt steel beams. if he blinks, he loses. if he loses, your birthday is ruined, and if your birthday is ruined, he will simply walk into the nearest ocean and let the tides take him.
he is, to put it plainly, completely and utterly in love with you. you’ve dismantled his entire psychological infrastructure. he used to be a guy who worried about reception angles and keeping lev from breaking the gym ceiling; now his brain is just an endless loop of does ‘she need snacks? is she cold? i should buy her that tiny cat keychain i saw three weeks ago or i’ll perish.’
the clock hits 12:00.
yaku immediately grabs his phone with the speed of a striking cobra and fires off a text message so fast his thumbs nearly snap.
mori: happy birthday to the absolute light of my entire life. you’re the sun. you’re the air i breathe. i’m outside.
you read the text, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and squint through your bedroom window. sure enough, there’s a small, aggressively determined figure standing beneath the streetlamp, wearing a jacket that makes him look slightly like a neon marshmallow, holding a box of baked goods like it contains the holy grail.
when you open the front door, he greets you and looks at you like you’re the first drop of water in a three-year desert drought.
“you’re awake,” he breathes out, his face flushing a violent pink that matches the frosting on the cupcakes. “good. excellent. happy birthday. i made these. if they taste like drywall, tell me immediately and i will execute the baker—which is me, but the principle stands.”
you take a bite of one right there on the porch, the sugar hitting your system. it’s perfect. it’s so good you actually make a small, pathetic whimpering noise. yaku’s chest puffs out so far he looks like a pigeon trying to intimidate a rival bird. the sheer triumph in his eyes is loud enough to wake the neighbors. he looks ready to fight a god in a parking lot just because you liked the frosting.
“get some sleep,” he orders softly, his voice dropping into that specific, gentle cadence that makes your stomach do a backflip into a swimming pool of jelly. he reaches up, his thumb catching a stray bit of icing near your lip with the precision of a man who tracks volleyballs for a living. “tomorrow’s a military operation. be ready by ten.”
at exactly 9:58 am, yaku is vibrating on your porch. when you open the door, he takes one look at you in your birthday outfit and his brain completely short-circuits. the windows startup sound plays in his head. he has to physically grip the porch railing to stabilize himself because your existence is currently hitting him like a physical blow to the solar plexus.
“you look…” he starts, his voice cracking slightly like a middle schooler going through puberty. he clears his throat, his ears turning the color of a fire engine. “yeah. okay. the universe really spent extra time on you, huh? ridiculous. let’s go before i start crying in public.”
the itinerary he has constructed is not a normal date plan. it’s a leather-bound binder with laminated tabs. yaku has calculated the exact trajectory of your happiness for the next twelve hours down to the millimeter.
first stop is a cat cafe, because he knows you lose your mind over anything small, fluffy, and angry—which is ironic, considering who you’re dating. the second you walk in, a massive, grumpy calico waddles over and plops itself directly onto your lap.
yaku stares at the cat. the cat stares back with absolute malice.
for a hot second, you’re convinced yaku is about to engage in a psychological warfare battle with a feline for your attention. he looks genuinely offended that another living creature had the audacity to make you smile before he did. but then you scratch the cat behind its ears, laughing that specific, crinkly-nosed laugh that makes yaku’s soul detach from his body, and he just collapses onto the table, hiding his face in his arms.
“mori? you okay?” you ask, poking his shoulder.
“no,” comes his muffled voice from the wood. “you’re too loud. your face is too loud. why are you doing this to me on your own birthday? i’m supposed to be the one giving you heart palpitations.”
“are you jealous of a cat named barnaby?”
“barnaby needs to know his place,” yaku mutters, though he reaches across the table to capture your free hand, his fingers intertwining with yours so tightly you can feel his pulse. his palm is warm, a little calloused from the court, and he starts tracing tiny, nonsensical circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. it’s a quiet habit of his, an unspoken reassurance that he’s entirely anchored to you.
lunch is a chaotic masterpiece. he takes you to a restaurant that serves those ridiculous, over-the-top milkshakes piled high with slices of cake, sparklers, and enough cotton candy to insulate a small house.
when a random guy named berto brings it out, singing a horribly off-key version of happy birthday with an ‘y/nxyaku’ headband, yaku looks like he wants to dissolve into a puddle of shame, but he’s clapping the loudest. he’s leaning forward, his eyes bright and completely fixed on you, ignoring the sparkler sparks flying dangerously close to his hair.
“blow it out, blow it out!” he urges, pulling out his phone to take approximately four hundred photos from every conceivable angle. “make a wish. if it’s about money, i’ll get a ton of jobs. if it’s about a giant robot, i’ll build it. just tell me.”
“i wished for you to stop being so dramatic,” you tease, pulling a strawberry off the shake and popping it into your mouth.
yaku stops, his phone hovering in mid-air. his expression softens into something so heavy, so incredibly tender, that the playful atmosphere around the table just evaporates. he leans his chin on his hand, looking up at you through his eyelashes.
“granted,” he murmurs, his voice low and entirely devoid of his usual defensive bark. “but you’re stuck with the dramatic version anyway. i don’t know how to love you quietly. it’s not physically possible.”
you almost chew on your strawberry. your face burns. you’re fully aware that you’re close to squealing like a victorian child seeing a train for the first time, but you can’t stop it. yaku feels the heat spread across your cheeks with a smug, deeply satisfied smirk, entirely proud of his ability to reduce you to a stuttering mess.
the final phase of the operation takes place at a park overlooking the city just as the sun starts to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in bruises of purple and gold. it’s chilly, the evening breeze biting at your bare arms.
before you can even think about shivering, yaku has stripped off his jacket with the speed of an olympic athlete and draped it over your shoulders. it smells like him—laundry detergent, faint traces of gym salonpas, and that distinct, comforting warmth that belongs entirely to him. it swallows you whole, the sleeves hanging way past your fingers.
yaku looks at you, enveloped in his clothes, and a strange, strangled noise escapes his throat.
“what?” you ask, pulling the collar up to your nose.
“nothing,” he says, but his hands are shaking slightly as he reaches out to cup your face. his palms are big enough to frame your cheeks perfectly, his thumbs smoothing over your cheekbones. “just… you look like that. in my stuff. it’s unfair. i feel like my chest is going to crack open.”
he leans down, pressing his forehead against yours. you can feel the heat radiating off him, see the tiny gold flecks in his brown eyes. he’s breathing softly, his gaze dropping to your lips and staying there like a man stranded at sea looking at a lighthouse.
“i spent the whole day trying to make this perfect,” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. “because you deserve a version of the world that doesn’t have any flaws in it. i know i’m loud, and i’m short-tempered, and kuroo says i have the emotional range of a pipe wrench, but… i love you so much it makes me feel crazy. happy birthday, y/n.”
when he kisses you, it’s not a polite, gentle peck. it’s a deep, desperate, all-consuming thing that tells you exactly how much he’s been holding back all day. his hands slide from your face down to your waist, pulling you flush against him until there’s no space left between you. he kisses you like he’s trying to memorize the texture of your lips, like he’s trying to pour every single ounce of his devotion directly into your heart.
your fingers tangle in the short hairs at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, and yaku lets out a low, shaky groan into the kiss, his grip tightening around your waist until you’re practically lifted off your feet.
when he finally pulls back, just an inch, his lips are swollen and his eyes are dark, completely focused on you as if the rest of the city below had just ceased to exist.
“well,” he breathes, his forehead resting against yours again, a breathless, goofy gring breaking through his flushed face. “i think i nailed the birthday gift part. now let’s go home before i buy you a star or something stupid.”
n: i wish you the happiest birthday, sho :3 i’m so glad to have befriended you. i can’t express how grateful i am to have someone like you. you’ve helped me through a lot of times whenever i panicked about something minor, calming me down and making me think logically, or just letting me talk my heart out until i finally get tired. you’ll always have a special place in my heart for me to cherish, and in my mind for me to remember. happy birthday, sho !! i love u sm <3
I’m so happy i could help you even a little bit, i didnt think that me deciding to make a comment about your amazing work would lead to this but i’m so happy it did
You’re an amazing person from all ive gotten to learn about you
So thank you, i wish i could say i had something i had prepared for you but i dont sadly, but i do wish you everything good thing happening on earth to you,
While its an early happy birthday from me to you
I’ll give it to you tomorrow too <33
Calming you down has always been easy, you’re a rational person through and through, but everyone needs someone to rely on even for a bit
I’m just grateful i could be your person
So from the depths of my heart thank you so much nique and i love you so much too
I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO COMMENT FOR HOURS ON YOUR COMMENT AND I CANT COMMENT IM ABOUT TO ATTACK TUMBLR HEADQUARTERS 😡😡 THIS IS RAGE
basically the conversation went great! i ended it because it was getting a bit late and also i felt like i was doing a bit much. but ill probably try to talk to him in person and see how that goes! i literally panicked for nothing
Aw Sariah, i’m happy it went well tbh, it must have been hard but i’m so happy for you!!! ^^
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