pretty boys
pretty setter squad x f!reader [starring: sugawara kōshi, kageyama tobio, oikawa tōru, kozume kenma, koganegawa kanji, akaashi keiji, semi eita, shirabu kenjirō, miya atsumu]
nine elite volleyball setters being entirely whipped for you in a festival. wc: 2.5k
it started with a thought that was, in hindsight, about as bright as a burnt-out lightbulb in a damp basement: ‘wouldn’t it be fun if all my childhood friends met each other at sanja matsuri?’ you had spent your life in different pockets of japan, collecting setters like they were rare pokémon cards. there was the refreshing sugawara from your summers in miyagi, the prickly kageyama from the local park, the ego-titan oikawa from middle school, and the rest followed like ducks in a row. you figured they all shared one thing in common—a love for volleyball—so surely they’d get along famously.
you were wrong. so incredibly, hilariously wrong.
the moment the groups converged near the asakusa shrine, the air didn’t just turn cold; it turned into a localized arctic tundra. oikawa tōru, looking like he’d stepped off a magazine cover in a yukata that probably cost more than a small sedan, was the first to lock eyes with kageyama tobio. the latter looked like he was vibrating with the intensity of a thousand suns, or perhaps just a very angry microwave.
“y/n~,” oikawa purred, his voice smooth as silk but his eyes darting to the others like a hawk spotting field mice. he draped an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side with enough force to cause a minor tectonic shift. “you didn’t mention you were inviting... everyone.”
“the more the merrier, right?” you chirped, oblivious to the fact that miya atsumu was currently trying to set kageyama on fire with his mind.
atsumu stepped forward, flashing a grin that was eighty percent charm and twenty percent ‘i will bury you in the sand.’ “fancy seein’ ya here, y/n. i thought i was yer favorite.”
“in your dreams,” akaashi keiji interjected, his voice the epitome of calm, though the way he gripped his fan suggested he was ready to use it as a lethal weapon. he moved to your other side, deftly sliding oikawa’s arm off you with the precision of a surgeon. “y/n, the crowds are getting thick. stay close to me.”
for a fleeting second, you felt a tremor of unease. “is... everything okay? you guys seem a bit stiff.”
immediately, as if a choreographer had snapped their fingers, the atmosphere flipped. sugawara kōshi threw an arm around semi eita’s neck, grinning so wide it looked painful. “stiff? us? no way! we’re just... bonding! right, semi?”
semi looked like he wanted to swallow a live grenade, but he forced a jagged smile. “yeah. totally. brothers for life. or something.”
“yeah!” koganegawa kanji bellowed, nearly knocking shirabu over. “we’re the setter squad! we’re basically a family!”
shirabu kenjirō’s eye twitched. his expression screamed that he would rather be performing a root canal on himself, but he managed a stiff nod. “we love each other. deeply.”
kozume kenma, who had been hiding behind his bangs and a portable gaming console, looked up briefly. “it’s true. i’ve never felt more connected to human beings in my life.” his voice was as flat as a week-old soda, but you bought it hook, line, and sinker.
“oh, good!” you beamed, clutching your purse. “let’s go get some food!”
the competitive streak didn’t take long to manifest. it started at a goldfish scooping stall. you had mentioned, quite casually, that the little orange fish were “kind of cute.”
it was like a starting pistol had been fired.
“i’ll get you the biggest one, y/n!” koganegawa shouted, lunging at the water with a paper scooper like he was trying to block a powerhouse spike. the paper disintegrated instantly.
“moron,” shirabu hissed, stepping up with the focus of a man diffusing a bomb. “you have to be delicate.”
within five minutes, the stall owner was looking at nine teenage boys with varying degrees of intense, predatory focus. kageyama was staring at a specific goldfish as if it had insulted his mother. atsumu was trying to distract oikawa by elbowing him in the ribs, while sugawara was subtly sabotaging semi’s scooper.
“here, y/n,” akaashi said, stepping out of the fray with three goldfish swimming in a plastic bag. he hadn’t even broken a sweat. his eyes lingered on yours, a soft, almost unsettlingly intense glow in them. “only the best for you.”
“no, wait!” oikawa wailed, shoving a bag with five fish toward you. “look at these! they’re much more aesthetic! they match your outfit!”
“y/n likes the fat ones,” kageyama grunted, holding up a bag containing one singular, very confused-looking chubby fish. “i got this one. for you.”
you ended up with nine bags of fish. “guys, i can’t keep all these in my apartment!”
“don’t ya worry,” atsumu said, his voice dropping an octave as he stepped into your personal space, his hand lingering near the small of your back. “i’ll buy ya a custom aquarium. i’ll have it installed by tomorrow morning. top of the line. only for ya.”
the way he said it—so certain, so devoted—made your heart skip a beat, though you missed the way the other eight boys glared at him with enough vitriol to dissolve lead.
as the sun began to set, casting a deep, honey-gold glow over the festival grounds, the “competition” shifted into something far more overwhelming. they stopped trying to outdo each other and started trying to out-spoil you. it was a relentless assault of affection.
“are you hungry? you must be hungry. let’s get takoyaki,” sugawara said, already guiding you toward a stall. but before you could even reach for your wallet, semi had already paid for a double order.
while you were waiting, sugawara leaned in and pressed a massive, shimmering candy apple glazed in deep crimson into your hand. “eat this later, y/n. it’s the sweetest one they had—i made sure they picked it just for you.”
“it’s too hot for those type of candies,” kenma murmured, appearing at your other elbow. he didn’t ask before sliding the strap of a limited-edition handheld misting fan over your neck. the cool air hit your face instantly. “stay hydrated. i don’t want you passing out.”
“eat up,” semi said, blowing on a golden brown takoyaki ball before holding it to your lips. his eyes were fixed on you, a strange, hungry sort of devotion swirling in his gaze.
you took a bite, blushing furiously. “it’s really good, eita!”
“i can get ya better,” atsumu whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “i know a place that flies their octopus in from the coast daily. i’ll take ya there next weekend. just us.”
before you could respond, kageyama shoved a chilled bottle of strawberry milk into your hand. “vitamin c,” he muttered, his face beet red. “it’s healthy. and... i found this.” he dropped a strangely smooth, round stone into your pocket. “it’s a good luck charm. keep it.”
by this point, you were less of a festival-goer and more of a walking hoard of gifts. you were currently carrying:
a giant chocolate-covered banana (from oikawa).
a bag of spicy karaage (from shirabu).
a customized fox mask (from atsumu).
a handcrafted wooden charm (from akaashi).
a plushie so big you could barely see over it (from koganegawa).
a heavy, vintage-style black haori draped over your shoulders because semi “didn’t like the way the wind was blowing.”
the handheld misting fan (from kenma).
the massive candy apple (from sugawara).
the strawberry milk and the “volleyball” stone (from kageyama).
“guys, seriously, i’m fine!” you laughed, feeling like a queen bee surrounded by very aggressive, very handsome workers. “you don’t have to spend all your money on me.”
“it’s not a waste if it’s for you,” kenma murmured. he had tucked his game away and was now walking so close to you that your sleeves brushed with every step. he reached out, his cool fingers curling around your wrist. “besides, if we didn’t take care of you, who would?”
there was something in his tone—a possessiveness that felt like a velvet shackle. it was sweet, but it had a weight to it that made your breath hitch.
then, the “incident” started.
sanja matsuri is crowded. people jostle, shoulders bump, and occasionally, a bold stranger might try his luck. a group of college-aged guys lingered near a drink stall as you passed by. one of them, a tall guy with a bleached blonde undercut, eyed you up and down. “hey, sweetheart! you’re way too cute to be carrying all that stuff. want some help?”
he reached out to touch the plushie koganegawa had won you. he never even made contact.
in the blink of an eye, the “best friends” circle shifted. it was like a tactical formation. oikawa and atsumu stepped in front of you, their faces transforming from “pining boyfriends” to “cold-blooded hitmen” in 0.2 seconds. akaashi and sugawara moved to your flanks, shielding you from view, while kageyama and koganegawa loomed behind like twin towers of impending doom.
“she’s fine,” oikawa said, his voice dropping the playful lilt. it was sharp, icy, and utterly terrifying. “move along before you trip and hurt yourself.”
“yeah,” atsumu added, his grin looking more like a snarl as he stepped half an inch closer to the stranger. “she’s exactly where she belongs, and she doesn’t need anythin’ from a guy like ya. keep walkin' while ya still can.”
the college student paled, his eyes widening as he took in the sheer amount of athletic prowess and barely-contained aggression radiating from the nine boys. he backed away so fast he nearly tripped over a trash can.
“y/n?” sugawara turned back to you, his face instantly melting back into that angelic, “mr. refreshing” smile. “did he scare you? do you want some shaved ice? i’ll go get you the one with the expensive syrup.”
“i’m okay, kōshi! he was just being friendly,” you said, though you were a little dazed by the speed of their reaction.
“friendly is dangerous,” shirabu said, stepping closer and adjusting the collar of semi’s haori where it sat on your shoulders, his fingers lingering just a second too long against your neck. “the world is full of people who don’t know their place. we’re just making sure you stay safe.”
“very safe,” kageyama echoed, his hand ghosting over your waist. “i won’t let anyone touch you.”
𓏵
as the festival reached its peak, the group led you to a slightly more secluded spot on a bridge overlooking the water. the lights of the stalls twinkled in the distance, and the sound of the taiko drums thrummed through the air like a heartbeat.
you leaned against the railing, feeling the cool evening breeze. “this was a great idea. i’m so glad you all finally met.”
the nine setters stood in a semi-circle around you, their attention so focused on you that it felt like the rest of the festival had ceased to exist.
“y/n,” akaashi said softly, stepping forward. he reached into the sleeve of his yukata and pulled out a small, delicately wrapped box. “i found this earlier. it reminded me of you.”
it was a hair ornament, a silver lily with a single, shimmering pearl.
“it’s beautiful, keiji,” you whispered.
“let me,” he said, his voice a low rumble. he stepped behind you, his fingers nimble and steady as he tucked the ornament into your hair. his breath tickled the nape of your neck, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. “there. now everyone will know you belong to... our group.”
“my turn!” atsumu pushed forward, holding out a matching bracelet he’d somehow acquired. “this one’s better. it’s got a bell so i can hear where ya are if ya wander off.”
“that’s just creepy, atsumu,” semi snapped, but he was busy pulling out a charm of his own.
within minutes, you were draped in more jewelry and charms than a shrine deity. you felt pampered, adored, and slightly overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of their gaze. every single one of them looked at you as if you were the only source of oxygen in a vacuum.
“y/n,” oikawa said, his voice uncharacteristically serious. he took your hand, his thumb tracing circles over your knuckles. “you know we’d do anything for you, right? anything at all.”
“i know,” you laughed softly, touched by the sentiment. “you guys are the best of friends i could ask for.”
the word friends sent a visible ripple through the group. sugawara’s smile widened by a fraction of a millimeter—the kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “friends. right. for now.”
“we’re much more than that,” koganegawa said, his usual loud voice hushed with a strange, frantic sincerity. “we’re your guardians! your protectors! we’re gonna be with you forever!”
“forever is a long time, kanji,” you joked.
“not long enough,” kenma muttered, his golden eyes fixed on yours with a terrifyingly clear clarity. “i’ve already mapped out your schedule for next month. we’re all going to take turns making sure you’re never lonely.”
shirabu nodded in agreement. “it’s only logical. you’re far too precious to be left to your own devices. you need... supervision.”
you laughed, thinking they were just being their usual, over-the-top selves. you didn’t notice the way they exchanged looks behind your back—a silent, mutual agreement. they might have hated each other’s guts, they might have been rivals on the court, but when it came to you, they were a united front. a fortress.
as the fireworks began to explode overhead, painting the sky in brilliant strokes of crimson, gold, and violet, you looked up in awe. “wow, look at that!” you exclaimed, pointing at a particularly large burst.
but they weren’t looking at the sky.
sugawara was looking at the way the light reflected in your eyes. kageyama was watching the curve of your smile. akaashi was memorizing the way you leaned into the breeze. atsumu was leaning in close, his shoulder pressed firmly against yours, as if trying to merge his shadow with your own.
“beautiful,” oikawa whispered, but his eyes never left your face.
you felt a strange, warm pressure as they all crowded in closer, a literal wall of handsome, devoted, and slightly unhinged boys, all vying for a centimeter of your space. you were surrounded, protected, and utterly cherished.
the fireworks continued to roar, but all you could hear was the soft, rhythmic breathing of the nine boys who had decided, quite unilaterally, that you were the center of their universe—and they were never, ever going to let you drift away.
you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, the silver lily shimmering in the dark. you felt like the luckiest girl in tokyo. and as semi’s hand found yours, squeezing it with a desperate, grounding force, you realized that maybe, just maybe, having nine bodyguards wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
they were a bit much, sure. a bit intense. a bit... well, a lot.
but as the final, massive firework bloom lit up the world, turning night into day, you looked at their faces—all nine of them, looking at you with a devotion that bordered on the divine—and you knew you’d never have to walk alone again. mostly because they literally wouldn’t let you.
“let’s go get some more food,” you suggested, your stomach rumbling.
“anything you want, y/n,” they said in unison, the sound of their voices blending into a single, terrifyingly sweet promise.
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