𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 . Haikyū!! Captains crushing on their manager!
Synopsis : What’s that??? The captain’s have a crush on you???
Notes : Gender neutral reader, not proofread, I was bored so I wrote this , lemme know if I portrayed them correctly!
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𑣲⋆Daichi Sawamura
Daichi is absolutely hopeless once he develops a crush—but the important part is that he doesn’t fall in love easily.
He’s the type of person who slowly grows to love someone over-time, and once those feelings settle in, he keeps them buried for as long as he possibly can.
The problem is that he is absolutely terrible at hiding them.
In his own mind, he thinks that he’s acting completely normal.
To everyone else? It’s the most obvious thing in the world.
At first, he convinces himself that he’s only looking out for you because you’re Karasuno’s manager.
As captain, it’s his responsibility to make sure everyone gets home safely, that nobody is carrying more than they should, that everyone remembers to eat after practice, and that the team is doing well. Because Daichi is a very caring person and someone who cares for the people around him—it shouldn’t be any different with the way he treats you.
That’s all this is… right? At least, that’s what he keeps telling himself.
Sugawara see’s right through him though, he’ll ask questions about how all of the suddenly he has been extra too caring about their manager.
“Hey Daichi, you keep walking with them everytime after school.”
“Oh yeah! What about it?”
“You live in the opposite direction.”
Daichi will laugh it off and bring up the fact that, he wanted to make sure you were going home safely.
From that moment on, the entire volleyball club watches the slowest, most painfully obvious crush unfold right in front of them.
Instead of simply asking you about yourself, Daichi will try to ask Kiyoko and Yachi instead.
He’ll casually wander over after practice and ask how you’ve been doing, whether you’ve seemed stressed lately, any upcoming plans, if you’ve been eating enough, what your favorite snacks are, or if anything interesting has happened recently.
Kiyoko only smiles and sigh before telling him, “You know… you could just ask them yourself.”
Meanwhile, Yachi is bursting with excitement, insisting that it’s incredibly sweet how much he cares about you, which only makes Daichi deny everything even harder. And Yachi, will try—will fail—to help Daichi talk to you or ask you out.
I will die on the hill that Daichi’s way of showing affection is about taking care of people.
If he notices you’re carrying something heavy, he’s already reaching for it before you’ve even realized he moved.
“Oh, you’re carrying all of that? Here, let me.”
“No, I’ve got it.”
“Oh okay…” then a brief pause while Daichi stares at the multiple stacks you’ll have to carry. “I’ll carry the other stack, then.”
If you mention being hungry even once, he’ll mysteriously have “accidentally” bought an extra rice ball or sandwich from the convenience store.
“I bought too much.” Daichi awkwardly chuckles while handing the rice ball towards you “Again?” You replied while taking the rice ball way from his hand.
“…Yeah.”
“You say that every week.”
He’ll only scratch the back of his neck and look away.
Practice runs late? He’s already waiting by the gym doors with his bag over one shoulder.
“I’ll walk you home.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I know…I want too and it’s getting dark.”
If someone outside the team is bothering you, he’ll step simply in, and drag you away from them.
if someone on the team was being a nuisance to you. They are receiving a polite (intimidating) conversation.
(I guess, he is protective without being overbearing.)
Outside of volleyball, he’d be the type to text you just to check in.
Nothing excessive, just messages throughout the day asking if you’ve eaten, how your classes went, or whether you made it home safely.
Though, those short conversations always turn into hours of talking.
He genuinely wants to know everything about you—your favorite food, your hobbies, your childhood stories, what makes you laugh, what your dreams are after graduation.
He wants to know because he is interested because it’s you.
But of course, he’ll deny every accusation that comes his way.
“You like the manager.”
“No..I don’t.” But the bright pink creeping up his ears gives him away every single time.
Eventually, the entire Karasuno staff becomes invested in getting the two of you together.
Sugawara shamelessly tries to create opportunities for you to be alone.
Nishinoya and Tanaka cheer whenever you stand next to each other for more than five seconds and place bets on how long it’ll take Daichi to confess, everyone in the team just watches and waits—there’s a whole separate group chat titled: ‘operation get our captain be with our manager’.
Even Coach Ukai took note on what’s happening, telling Daichi that he’d probably have better luck talking to you instead of asking Yachi and Kiyoki every other day.
Takeda Sensei, simply smiles and motivates him, “you got this.”
By the end of it all, everyone knows Daichi is hopelessly in love with the team’s manager. Everyone… except Daichi himself.
𑣲⋆Tetsurō Kuroo
Most people assumed Kuroo was a flirt, but the truth was a bit complicated than that.
He was naturally charismatic. He talked to everyone, teased everyone, and had a habit of making people laugh within minutes of meeting them.
He loved getting reactions out of people, so when he started joking around with you, nobody thought much of it. It was just Kuroo being Kuroo… or so everyone believed.
(The guys is pretty much emotionally intelligent, like that one scene when they were kids.)
(Kenma and Kuroo interactions were so endearingly sweet.)
The difference became obvious surprisingly fast when he started talking to you.
With everyone else, his teasing was effortless. He always had a comeback ready, a smug grin on his face.
Around you, though?
He’d stumble over his own pick up lines, laugh a little harder than necessary whenever you said something funny, or completely lose his train of thought because you smiled at him you’ll listen to him talk about his interests or when you complimented him.
Sometimes he’d also catch himself staring at you for too long before awkwardly clearing his throat and pretending he’d been looking at something behind you.
He always, tried way too hard to impress you—he doesn’t realize it tho…
One afternoon he attempted to make a chemistry joke while you were organizing practice schedules.
“You know…” he smirked, “I think we’ve got pretty good chemistry.”
You blinked. “…Chemistry?”
“Yeah.” He replied then you tilted your head. “ like The subject?”
Kuroo just stared “You know just forget that I said anything.”
And immediately left muttering and mumbling to himself while he buried his face in his hands while Kenma quietly snorted from the corner of the gym.
A full minute later your eyes widened. “…Oh…he..meant that chemistry.”
Whenever Nekoma had team dinners, Kuroo somehow always ended up sitting next to you. It didn’t matter where you chose to sit—he’d find an excuse. If someone else had already taken the seat beside you, he’d casually convince them to switch.
Nobody knew how he kept pulling it off, but somehow the captain always ended up within arm’s reach of their manager.
During practice, he’d invent the flimsiest reasons imaginable to come over and talk to you and ask for any updates about your life.
“Need help carrying those volleyballs?”
“I’ve got them.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Positive?”
“Yes, Kuroo.”
“Okay, okay.”
He’d walk away… Only to wander back five minutes later because he “forgot to ask Coach something.”
Coach hadn’t even called him over and when he did he just spent his time in idle talking to you. While the coach just sighs knowing that the boy got a crush on you.
If you were helping the other managers refill water bottles or organize equipment, he’d finish his own drills suspiciously quickly just to strike up another conversation or have an excuse to hold hands with you.
Another big giveaway was that he actually listened.
Kuroo remembered everything.
If you casually said you liked a certain dessert once, he’d somehow “accidentally” buy one for himself the next time the team stopped somewhere—then offer you half because he “couldn’t finish it.”
He was also constantly looking for reasons to text you. It would start with something completely normal.
“Coach said practice starts thirty minutes earlier tomorrow.”
Then…
“Did you finish that assignment?”
“Have you eaten yet?”
“Kenma says this movie is good. Have you seen it?”
“Do you know about this new video game? Wanna come over?”
“Sleep well, goodnight!”
Before either of you realized it, you’d spent two hours talking about absolutely nothing.
His very personal close friend Kenma noticed almost immediately. Because he had to listen to Kuroo talk and gush about you while he played his game on the console.
Every practice morning, Kuroo would stop in front of the locker room mirror, fixing his hair for the third time before flashing himself a smile.
“ Is it too much?” He’d try a wink.
“…Definitely too much.” Kenma will reply not looking up from his position.
“Kenma.”
“Hm.”
“Do I look okay?”
Kenma didn’t even glance up from his handheld console.“They’re coming today, aren’t they?” It got even worse after he’d invited you over to his house to study. Suddenly he was panicking over things he’d never cared about before.
Were there enough snacks?
Should he clean his room again?
Did his bookshelf make him look like a nerd?
Should he wear his Nekoma hoodie or was that trying too hard?
Kenma walked into his room, took one look at Kuroo rearranging the same stack of manga for the fourth time, and sighed.
“You’ve cleaned your room more today than you have all year.”
“I’m just… making it look presentable.”
“They’re just coming over to study.”
Kenma simply walked away. “They like you too much to care.”
Kuroo froze. “Wait—what did you just say?”
“…Nothing.” Kenma replied while quickly turning away.
“Kenma.”
𑣲⋆Tōru Oikawa
The agenda that Oikawa has had dozens of girlfriends just because he’s popular is completely false.
The guy had one girlfriend, got dumped, and somehow that became enough for everyone to assume he was a legendary heartbreaker. Yeah no…
Sure, girls confessed to him all the time, but actually pursuing someone he genuinely liked?
That was a completely different story. Oikawa could charm an entire gymnasium filled with girls—maybe? Probably without breaking a sweat, but in reality with a person he liked—he’d struggle.
The first time he saw you, he genuinely forgot how to speak. His mouth literally fell open, earning a chorus of laughter from the rest of Aoba Johsai before he could even recover.
From that day on, he became embarrassingly determined to make a good impression. And poor Iwaizumi ended up being forced to listen to Oikawa rehearse greetings before practice.
“Should I say ‘Good morning’? No… too plain...maybe, ‘Hey! Fancy seeing you here!’ Wait, no, that’s stupid. What if I compliment them? Too much? What if I wink?”
Iwaizumi would just deadass stare at him with the most exhausted expression imaginable. “You’re talking to the manager, not confessing.”
After twenty minutes of practicing, Oikawa would finally convince himself he was ready.
He walked into the gym full of confidence and motivation, looking like the coolest person alive, hair perfectly styled, smile perfectly practiced, absolutely radiant.
Then when you’d look up and casually say, “Oh, Oikawa, Coach wanted you,” suddenly every single prepared sentence vanished from his brain. “…H-Huh? Me? Right. Yeah. Coach. Of course.”
He’d stumble over his own words so badly that you’d give him a confused look before walking away, leaving him frozen in place.
The second you disappeared around the corner, he’d dramatically collapse against the nearest wall while Iwaizumi watched without a shred of sympathy.
“That was pathetic.”
“I KNOW IWA-CHAN!”
It continued on he became painfully obvious to everyone except you. He’d start fixing his hair whenever he caught his reflection in a window. He’d suddenly care about whether his practice jacket looked wrinkled. He’d ask Kunimi or iwazumi, “Do I look okay?” so often that they’d stop answering and just give him a thumbs-up without looking.
If you complimented literally anything—his serve, his haircut, even his water bottle—he’d spend the next week thinking about it. And he’ll replay every conversation in his head that night, wondering if he sounded cool or if he embarrassed himself again.
He’d constantly invent excuses to be around you, too. Need help carrying volleyballs? He’s already there. Coach asked someone to move equipment?
Oikawa volunteered before anyone else could. If you were talking to another manager or one of the first years, he’d casually wander over with a grin and somehow try to insert himself into the conversation.
He’d never admit it was because he wanted to spend more time with you, but everyone else could connect the dots.
Naturally, the entire team notice and try to tease their captain, Hanamaki and Matsukawa would make it their life’s mission to sabotage him at every opportunity. Actually the whole team, just so Oikawa will owe them up to a free treat to a soba meal.
They’d loudly call your name whenever Oikawa was staring so he’d whip his head away. If he was about to walk over and talk to you, they’d suddenly throw an arm around his shoulders and start asking him nonsense just to watch him suffer.
Iwaizumi was somehow both his biggest supporter and biggest bully. He’d tell Oikawa to just confess already… then immediately smack him over the head whenever he started overthinking another three-word conversation.
𑣲⋆Wakatoshi Ushijima
Ushijima was rather…uhm…well…he didn’t recognize his feelings as a crush.
To him, it was simply the fact that: your presence was pleasant and he felt pleased to be around you and listen to you talk and compliment him, you were someone he trusted completely and whose company he preferred over being alone, someone that he naturally looked for after practice without realizing he was doing it.
In his mind, you were simply a close friend—someone he liked very, very much. There was no reason to question it.
It wasn’t until Tendō bluntly announced, “Ushijima, you have a crush on the manager,” that made him actually stop and think.
He stood there silently for several long seconds before asking, completely serious, “…Is that what this feeling is?” Making Tendō nearly fell over laughing that his friend hadn’t realized that his actions weren’t normal.
Ushijima didn’t understand what was so funny. If there was a name for what he was feeling, then yeah, he had a crush.
During his early morning runs, he’d quietly reflect on it. He’d replay conversations the two of you had shared, the way you smiled when you greeted him every morning, how you always remembered to ask if he’d eaten after long practices.
He found himself remembering details that most people wouldn’t know or bother to remember if they aren’t close with one another.
Eventually, another realization settled in. Whenever the two of you walked somewhere together, he always wanted to reach over and hold your hand.
Not because there was any particular reason—he simply thought it felt…right…and whenever he sees someone making you uncomfortable by talking to you or asking your number, he feels somewhat—jealous —then spikes a ball that hits them to leave you alone.
Ushijima expressed his affection through his actions.
If you were carrying equipment, he’d wordlessly take the heavier box.
If practice ran late, he’d wait without being asked so you wouldn’t have to walk home alone.
If someone was bothering you, they somehow found themselves on the receiving end of Ushijima’s spike or intimidating stare until they decided they had somewhere else to be.
Whenever you thanked him, he’d simply nod and reply, “You’re important to the team.”
To everyone else, it sounded like something a captain would naturally say.
The truth was, he’d do those things even if you weren’t the manager anymore.
Ironically, the two of you were probably the only people who didn’t realize what was happening.
You simply thought Ushijima was an incredibly dependable friend. Quiet? Yes. Awkward? Occasionally.
But he’d always been kind to you, so none of it seemed unusual.
Meanwhile, Ushijima believed he was treating you—well—almost the same but it was still different…completely unaware that the team had started keeping score of how many times he looked for you first after practice.
Whenever you passed by and smiled or waved at him, he’d calmly lift a hand and wave back before returning to whatever he was doing, thinking absolutely nothing of it.
Tendou meanwhile, would simply sigh in the background.
When you walked into the gym every afternoon, Ushijima would instinctively glance toward the entrance to make sure you’d arrived safely.
If you looked tired, he’d ask if you were feeling alright.
If you forgot to eat lunch, he’d quietly buy you something from the vending machine.
None of those things felt extraordinary to him—they were simply the logical things to do for someone important.
The problem was… he didn’t do those things for everyone.
If you were running late, Ushijima would casually ask, “Have they arrived yet?”
If you missed practice because you were sick, he’d quietly ask Coach Washijō if you were recovering well.
If you mentioned an upcoming exam, he’d remember the exact date weeks later and ask how it went.
To him, those were simply the things friends did.
If you ever asked him why he always seemed to be there whenever you needed help, he’d answer with complete sincerity
“Because you’re important to me.”
Then he’d continue walking as though he’d said something ordinary, leaving everyone else—including you—to process what he’d just admitted.
𑣲⋆Kōtarō Bokuto
Bokuto was completely incapable of hiding his feelings. The moment he realized he liked you, the entire volleyball club somehow knew within a week.
Honestly, it probably took less than that. Bokuto wasn’t the type to quietly yearn you from afar—he made it everyone’s business.
The gym echoed with your name at least five times every practice because he’d shout, “HEY, ‘….’ !! LOOK AT THIS!” from the opposite side of the court before attempting his best spike.
The second he landed it, he’d immediately turn to see if you were watching.
He lived for your praise. One simple “That was amazing, Bokuto!” and suddenly he was playing like he’d been possessed, hitting every spike with even more confidence than before, even if he missed he’ll still be motivated because he sees you on the side lines watching him.
If you clapped for him, he’d spend the next thirty minutes grinning so hard his cheeks hurt.
If you complimented a single play, he’d perform even better for the rest of practice, convinced he had to live up to your expectations and not to let you down.
The opposite was also true.
If you left before practice ended because you had errands to run, Bokuto would dramatically flop onto the gym floor as though all life had left his body.
“They left…”
“Bokuto, they just went to the store.”
“…Without saying goodbye…”
“You watched them wave at you.”
“…It’s not the same.”
If you happened to miss practice altogether, he’d spend the entire day asking where you were. The moment practice ended, your phone would explode with notifications.
Bokuto: hey
Bokuto: hey hey
Bokuto: HEYYYYYY???
Bokuto: where were youuu??
Bokuto: are you alive??
Bokuto: you okay
Bokuto: HELLOOOOO???
If you still didn’t answer, he’d call you, and the second you picked up, you’d hear the most exaggerated fake sobbing imaginable.
“ ‘….’ You weren’t here today…”
“Bokuto—”
“You abandoned me…”
“I had to go to the dentist.”
Then his mood shifts “Oh okay—yey!! How was it??”
You genuinely made his entire day brighter just by existing. If you walked into the gym and smiled at him before practice, he’d somehow have enough energy to power the entire team.
If you laughed at one of his jokes—even the terrible ones—he’d be riding that high for hours. And flexing that to everyone that—HE—yes—HE—made you smile!
Akaashi noticed this and used it to his advantage and also help Bokuto get to you—doesn’t seem like you really mind, anyways…
Whenever Bokuto started spiraling into one of his moods, Akaashi would calmly glance around the gym before saying, “Manager, could you hand Bokuto the extra volleyballs?”
Almost instantly, Bokuto perked back up.
“Oh! Hi! ‘…’!!”
“Hi, Bokuto!!”
“Did you see my last spike?”
“I did.”
“…Really?”
“It was impressive.”
“…AKAASHI, DID YOU HEAR THAT?!”
Akaashi had, in fact, he planned the entire interaction.
During official matches, the team practically relied on you as part of their strategy. Whenever Bokuto’s confidence started wavering after a blocked spike, everyone instinctively looked toward you. One thumbs-up, a clap, or a simple, “You’ve got this, Bokuto!” was usually all it took.
His shoulders straightened and his grin returned.
“RIGHT! I’VE GOT THIS!”
Kenji Futakuchi
Futakuchi definitely teased the hell out of you. It got to the point where half your conversations ended with you threatening to throw a volleyball at him.
The only way he knew how to get closer to someone was by being an absolute menace.
He’d make sarcastic comments whenever you walked by, roast you for the smallest mistakes, steal your clipboard for no reason other than to watch you chase after him, and smirk every time you rolled your eyes.
The thing was, he didn’t tease you because he wanted to annoy you.
He teased you because it gave him an excuse to talk to you.
(Real…mature move over here…)
If you ignored him, he’d somehow find another reason to bother you five minutes later.
If you snapped back with an insult of your own, his grin will reach from both ends of his ears, smiling widely.
In his mind, if you were arguing with him, at least you were paying attention to him.
The rest of Date Tech thought it was painfully obvious, but you simply assumed Futakuchi was like that with everyone.
Though, he was surprisingly observant. He noticed when you looked stressed before anyone else did.
If you had dark circles under your eyes after exam week, he’d notice. And reassure you to take breaks and you can pass the test.
If you skipped lunch because you were too busy helping Coach, he’d notice that too. And quietly place the sweet bread hr bought from the cafeteria.
Too much things to dowhen you are about to turn around to grab a box of volleyballs only to find they’d already disappeared because Futakuchi had carried them away.
If you asked why, he’d shrug and say, “I didn’t trust you not to drop them.” there was always an excuse. He’d never admit.
He also had a habit of unconsciously looking for you. The moment he walked into the gym, his eyes would flick toward the manager’s desk just to make sure you’d made it to practice.
If you were absent that day, he’d casually ask, “Manager’s not here today?” trying to sound like he was only curious because it affected practice.
Nobody believed him. Not Moniwa, not Kamasaki, not even Aone.
They all knew exactly why he’d asked.
Whenever the team went out to eat after a match, Futakuchi will make sure you are eating first and getting the food you wanted.
If you needed to carry drinks back to the table, he’d take half of them before you even had the chance, saying it was simply the practical thing to do.
If someone else started bothering you, he’d immediately jump into the conversation—not because he was jealous, he’d insist, but because “they’re being annoying.”
The irony of that statement was completely lost on him.
The biggest weakness in this entire act was kindness.
He could handle you yelling at him. He could handle you roasting him back. He could even handle you threatening to hit him with a volleyball. He could handle you hitting him and calling him “annoying.”
But if you smiled warmly and said, “Thanks, Futakuchi. I appreciate you helping me,” his brain would completely short-circuit.
His ears would turn pink, he’d suddenly become shying away , and he’d mutter something like, “yeah, whatever,” before quickly walking away.
The smug grin he’d worn all day would disappear in an instant.
His teammates lived to see those moments. They’d spend entire practices trying to orchestrate situations where you’d thank him just to watch him go soft and quite.
𑣲⋆Shinsuke Kita
Shinsuke Kita didn’t realize the exact moment he fell for you. There wasn’t some dramatic confession to himself or a day he could point back to.
One morning, he simply noticed that he had started looking toward the gym entrance without thinking, wondering if you’d arrived yet.
If you were already there setting up equipment, he’d feel oddly relieved and go up to you asking if you wanted him to help you.
If you were running late, he’d quietly glance at the clock once or twice before returning to practice.
It wasn’t something he questioned at first.
To him, it was simply another part of his daily routine, like arriving early, sweeping the gym, or checking the volleyballs before practice.
He admired the little things about you more than anything else.
The way you stayed behind to organize supplies even after everyone else had left.
How you always remembered which players forgot their water bottles.
The “good morning” you’d give him every day, even if the two of you exchanged only a handful of words afterward.
He appreciated the consistency of the interactions that you had.
The Miya twins noticed long before he did, they’ll ask him questions and bring out how he always stares at you.
“He’s a goner” Osamu sighed.
“Our captain’s in love.” Atsuma replied back
Kita wasn’t the type to become flustered or act differently around someone he liked. If anything, he became even more dependable.
He’d quietly set aside your favorite drink whenever the team stopped at the convenience store.
If he noticed you looked tired, he’d ask, “Did you sleep well?”
If it started unexpectedly rain, there would already be an umbrella waiting because he’d checked the forecast that morning and packed an extra one without mentioning it.
The affection he had was almost impossible to recognize unless you paid close attention.
If everyone was helping clean up, he’d naturally drift toward whatever task you were doing so the work would finish faster.
“You don’t have to carry that.”
“It isn’t heavy.”
“It is.”
And he’ll reach out and carry it.
“Thank you, Kita.”
“You’re welcome.”
That was the entire conversation.
To everyone else, though, it said plenty.
The second-years began making bets on how long it would take before Kita realized he wasn’t treating you the same as everyone else. Aran merely chuckled whenever the twins complained.
“Leave him alone.”
“But Aran-san!”
“He literally asked if he was comfortable when we all went out to eat and gave them a piece of his food” Atsumu pointed out.
“That ‘s just being considerate.”
Atsumu just stared at Aran in absolute disbelief.
And Kita himself remained blissfully unaware.
To him, caring for someone was simply the right thing to do. If someone mattered to you, you remembered the little things. You paid attention. You made their day a little easier if you could.
Only much later, after hearing Atsumu loudly complain for what felt like the hundredth time, did Kita quietly ask,
“…Is this really considered having a crush?”
The gym fell completely silent. Even Suna looked up from his phone, while Atsumu slowly pointed at him shouting out loud,
“YOU ARE SERIOUSLY ASKING ABOUT THAT NOW?”
Osamu pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Kita-san…”
“…You’ve had one for months.”
Kita was quiet for a long moment.
“I see.” He nodded once, accepting the information as calmly as if someone had told him practice started thirty minutes earlier. “That explains a few things.”
And the very next morning, he greeted you exactly as he always did.
“Good morning.”
“Morning, Kita.”
A small smile crossed his face.
“…I’m glad you’re here.”
Across the gym, Atsumu buried his face in his hands.
“They’re both hopeless.”
𑣲⋆Yūji Terushima
Terushima was absolutely convinced he had game. According to him, there wasn’t a person alive who could resist his “natural charm.”
The boys on Johzenji had heard that speech so many times they could recite it word for word.
So when the manager caught his eye, everyone knew that he’ll either fail or have you wrapped around his finger within a week.
Instead, you humbled him almost immediately.
He was leaning against the gym wall with what he thought was the coolest smile imaginable.
“Hey, manager. You know, if I wasn’t on the volleyball team, I’d probably be a model.”
You ignore him and his comment and said
“…Coach said if you keep standing there, you’re running suicides and you’ll be a dead weight..so I suggest you start getting yourself together and practice.”
“…Right.”
The team howled with laughter as he slowly walked back onto the court. It became a weekly occurrence that he’ll try to find a way to make you fall for him.
Terushima would confidently stroll over with a brand-new pickup line he’d thought of on the train ride to school, only for you to accidentally—intentionally—shut it down without even trying.
“You know, you smiled at me today.”
“I smile at everyone.”
“I smiled at a guy today too.”
“Ouch that hurts…” he would dramatically say.
The funniest part was that he never stayed embarrassed for long. Give him thirty seconds, and he’d bounce right back with another grin and another terrible attempt.
He took absolutely nothing seriously. If you rolled your eyes, he’d dramatically clutch his chest and claim you’d “wounded” him before immediately asking if you wanted something from the vending machine.
If you called him annoying, he’d proudly respond, “That means you think about me!”
If you threatened to throw a volleyball at him, he’d hand you one with a smile.
The problem was that, despite all the jokes, he also paid attention to you and your feelings. He’ll also stop bothering you when you looked exhausted and will go up to you and tell you to sit this one out.
He noticed when you looked exhausted after carrying equipment all afternoon and would suddenly snatch the boxes out of your hands.
He also had an annoying habit of appearing exactly when your mood dipped. If practice had been stressful or you looked overwhelmed, Terushima would somehow materialize beside you.
“Wanna hear something funny?”
“Sure.”
Five minutes later, he was now reenacting one of his teammates tripping over a volleyball or giving an exaggerated impression of the referee from your last match until you laughed despite yourself.
The second he heard that laugh, he’d grin—There it is.
every time you smiled at one of his ridiculous jokes or laughed at another one of his failed attempts to flirt, he’d forget whatever cheesy line he’d planned next. He liked seeing you smile.
His teammates commented about how he somehow got significantly dumber around you.
Even when he embarrasses himself, he’d recover almost instantly and walk confidently towards you.
If a volleyball smacked him in the face while he was trying to flirt, he’d come back still with a smile.
Terushima wasn’t actually trying to impress you at all anymore. He was trying to make you laugh, because he wanted you to be happy.
Written by Jammy. Please do not copy and paste or feed my work into an AI. This was completely written by hand, thank you for stopping by and reading!
Boyfriend! Kenma who genuinely set aside a whole week just to spend time with you before you left for America.
Boyfriend! Kenma who nearly got on his knees and begged you to stay when you finally got to the airport. The only reason he didn't was because he knew how much you wanted to go to college there, and because a million eyes watching him embaress himself in public would haunt him in every nightmare for the rest of eternity.
Boyfriend! Kenma who made you pinky promise to call him everyday before you left.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had somehow underestimated how much he would miss you, who didn't know what to do without you.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who actually did get on his knees and beg, at somepoint during the first month of being apart, for you to turn your camera on during facetimes--despite your protests of looking bad.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma whose attendance to his own college went down without him looking forward to seeing you there, he would much rather stay on call with you as you slept though, paying attention to each little breath.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma whose diet had devolved back into some sad form of instant noodles and takeout.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had stolen a hoodie of yours before you left, taking it everywhere for "emotional support".
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had kept a bottle of your perfume or deoderant too, spraying it on his wrists and pillow whenever he missed you a little more than usual.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who avidly looked through airline sites to see which flight would be cheapest and if there were ever discounts, who was already saving up.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who genuinely stalked your socials and was the first to like any post you made. Always making sure to respond with something sweet.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who was indefinitely jealous of your guy friends, simply because they got to be near you and he couldn't.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had already started looking into ring designs.
Boyfriend! Kenma who tripped over his own feet in his haste to get to you when your voice rang through his apartment with a simple 'I'm home".
— a haikyuu fanfic // you strike a deal with the class nerd.
synopsis: you decided to strike a deal with that nerd in your class, kuroo tetsurou. pairing: afab mean girl!reader x nerd!kuroo [uni AU]
wc: 6.1k (i honestly thought it was longer)cw: NOT PROOFREAD. mean girl x nerd dynamics. switch!kuroo. feral kuroo. he's a YEARNERRRR with ZERO sexual knowledge. crackfic if you squint. they're both sorta dumb. nsfw includes: c*nnilingus, "teaching s*x", p in v, raw, overst*mulation, sq*irting, marathon s*x, switch kuroo, dom-ish hypers*xual reader, multiple org*sms, f*ngering, semi-public mast*rbation. let me know if i missed any :p
part 2!!
old m.list | new m.list
☆ assignment 01.
when kuroo tetsurou raised his head up, his cheeks were flushed, hair spiky with sweat beading on his temple, and chin and full lips dripping with your sex. the bottom rim of his glasses were coated in your slick. he heaved, chest raising up and down as he looked at you with anticipation burning through his chest, "w-was that good...?"
you let the question hang in the air for a minute. his dorm room — in which you're both currently holed up — was small. the white of the walls was bland, the fan rotated with a soft creak, and the light on the ceiling flickered sometimes. his bed was small, too small to fit the two of you together. you weren't sure why you were even here. oh, wait. right. to repay him for doing your assignments.
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kuroo had approached you, all stuttering and tomato-red two days ago. you were chewing gum, scrolling on your phone in the halls, waiting for him. when you had spotted him, your eyes had assessed his face with a sly grin, "what is it, nerd?"
"i-" he swallowed, pushing the assignment towards you. although he towered over you, 6'2 of a man drowning in oversized sweaters, his demeanor shrunk him down till you felt like you could all but step on him and leave him for dead. his hair was always a mess of bed head, untamed spikes spread sporadically over the expanse of his head. one of his eyes was obscured by his bangs. tall, well-built, angular face. he could have been hot if he wanted you, you had presumed.
he had averted his gaze from you, pushing the assignment towards you again, "here's your... your assignment. but... uh, i wanted to ask you something."
"shoot." your manicured fingers had brushed against his as you took ahold of the handwritten, binded folder. he had shuddered at your faint touch. you had teased him, "ya okay, nerd?"
"i..." he had lifted his gaze up to your face and swallowed again. "in exchange for the assignment..." his gaze had dropped to the ground again, his voice a mere whisper. "are you actually gonna... like- come to my dorm tonight?"
"yeah," you had shrugged, your gloss glimmered lips stretching into a grin again. "you did my assignment right?" he had nodded, far far too quick. you had booped his nose with your index, "okay, see ya then."
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now, here you were, in his bed. his narrow, hazel eyes raked over you. he held his bottom lips between his teeth, awaiting your response. you rolled your eyes at the man, sighing as you pulled your body up from the small bed of his dorm room. "well, i didn't cum."
the expression kuroo gives you was a cross somewhere between complete devastation and absolute ruination. his brows furrowed and he fumbled to push his glasses up, "i- you didn't cum...?"
"nah." you shrugged, "good try, though." you were already attempting to sit up, fixing your denim skirt to fit over the gentle slope of your ass and cover your apex. your chest jiggled with those lewd actions. kuroo felt his mouth grow drier, not even registering as you yammered on. "most guys don't offer to eat a girl out. and y'know, it wasn't bad for a virgin."
kuroo was still on his knees. he stared down at you. he tried to clean off his face with the back of his hand, his erratic gaze looking at your disapproving expression, "l-let me try again. i can- i'll make you cum."
you cocked up an eyebrow, your eyes tracing from his flushed, determined face down to the clear tent in his sweats. there was a patch of wetness right where his cockhead weeped out beads of pre. subconsciously, you swallowed. he was big. you didn't have to take off his sweats to realize that. too bad the fucking nerd didn't know how to use it. you looked back at his face and shrugged, "nah. it's fine. i gotta get going anyways."
as you stood up, kuroo did too. he followed after you to his door, "b-but i can try again."
you turned around on your heels, crossing your hands over your fitted shirt. your chest held snugly against the fabric, with your enticing nipples tempting him. kuroo swallowed, towering over you and yet trembling with fear, "give me another chance, please?"
you blinked up at him, your glimmery lips stretching into a smirk, "do my next assignment, and you'd get another chance, hm?"
"o-okay." his words shook, eyes hardening with resolve. "b-but i'll get you to cum next time."
you grinned, "whatever ya say, nerd."
and with that, you were out. his door shut behind you with a sharp sound. your breath shuddered as soon as you were out of his line-of-sight. you pressed your thighs together, felt as your soapy essence stuck to your inner thighs. sure, kuroo didn't make you cum but you were sure that if you let him, he would have.
sneaking down to the empty fire exit staircase of his apartment complex, you looked around for a cctv. finding none, your fingers ghosted over your own wettened cunt. closing your eyes, your breath shuddered as you slipped in one finger within yourself, then another. you were so wet, god.
you increased your pace, curling your digits inside your cunt to hit that gooey spot. you bucked forward, mouth falling agape and labored breath echoing in the empty staircase. you clenched eyes shut, thinking back to the flushed image of him — kuroo.
his stupid specs, the cherry red blossom of his cheeks, his pink lips dripping with your sheen, his carnal need to please you. you curled your digits faster, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as images of him flooded your brain. the labor of his breath, the desperation of his syllables, the way his hair felt in your grasp as he licked your cunt with such soft stripes.
"fu-fuuck. k-kuroo." you mewled, arching your back off of the wall and keening into your own experienced palm. your orgasm came crashing with trembling thighs and ever-more-trembling breath. you slumped down the wall and sat on one of the many steps of the stranded staircase. as your breath evened, you opened your eyes. your slippery essence stuck to your two fingers, you looked at your fingers and then around you. what the fuck did you just do?! fuck in an emergency exit while thinking of that nerd?!
well, whatever. it's not like he knew. it's not like anyone knew you just came to the thought of kuroo tetsurou. he was just one of the many nerds on campus that was thirsting after you. that's all. you picked yourself up on your jelly-like limbs and practically dashed down the staircase. you should probably forget this incident for yourself.
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☆ assignment 02.
but forgetting didn't come by easily.
kuroo gave you the next assignment the very next day, stopping you in the hallways to hand over the bound text, even with your friends surrounding you. you ushered him to a side, glancing back at your friends to give them a strained smile as he hurried him away.
you cocked up an eyebrow, hissing at him once you were out of your friends' earshot. "kuroo, what the fuck?"
"assignment." he seemed unwinded, already feverish and burning red from the excitement of what came next according to your deal. you narrowed your eyes as you shifted between his face and the stack of papers he held in his palms, "this assignment is due next thursday. why are you giving it to me right now?"
"i-" his eyes darted from behind his metal rimmed glasses, he looked around the hallways before whispering, "you'd come over tonight, right?"
"i-" you bit down your lips. you really shouldn't. especially not after that little stunt you pulled in the staircase of his apartment complex. you swallowed, shrugging defiantly. "i'm busy today. going for karaoke with my girls."
"but..." he looked like a kicked puppy, like someone who had been rid of every thing good and holy. "but we had a deal."
"yeah, that we can do stuff in exchange for my assignments." you nodded, "however, this assignment is due next week. so, really there's no need for me to come over today." you hummed, already preparing to turn on your heels and go back to your group, "see ya later."
kuroo's hand circled your wrist, tugging it to stop your way. immediately, your eyes widened. why was this fucking nerd holding your hand out in front of everybody?!
you turned around, quickly tugging your hands away from him, "what."
"i can't wait that long." he heaved, his erratic gaze fixed against yours. there was something more than just lust swirling about in his hazel irises. determination. he pleaded with you, his body bending forwards to meet your face. "i gotta see you. please. tonight."
the intensity of his words turned your sinews into mush. you blinked at him, helpless. you had had your fair share of idiots falling head-over-heels and being obsessed with you, but none like this. never like this. nobody had ever wanted you as carnally as kuroo tetsurou had.
you turned around again, huffing with blatant attitude, "fine. i'll come over after karaoke." glancing back at him, you narrowed your eyes with a hiss, "this better be worth my fucking time."
"y-yes." you heard him breathe out a sigh of relief, something that was accompanied with a wide, wiiiide grin. your girls were so gonna flame you for this interaction. "okay. see you."
you walked away before you could regret your decision. when you met back up with your girls, they raised a brow at you, "what was up with him?"
you laughed it off, "you know how nerds are. give them one little sliver of attention and they go a bit crazy."
however, it was hard to tell who was going crazy. kuroo or you.
later, that night.
as soon as you were inside his small, suffocating dorm, he pushed you to his bed. his hands were clammy, coated with a layer of sweat. you looked at him, thoroughly amused as he pawed up your skirt to bunch above your pelvis.
"whoa, what's with the hurry?" you laughed, almost flattered at his animalistic desire. kuroo met your eyes and grinned, something feverish and proud. "i did research."
you tilted your head to a side, "on... what?"
"on cunnilingus."
you winced at his words. "jeez, don't call it by its official name."
"is it... not cunnilingus?"
"it is. just—" you sighed, "nevermind, kuroo."
"okay!" kuroo tugged at your panties to pull them down your smooth legs. it was pocketed into his sweats. he looked at your glistening core and licked his lips in anticipation. "i read about what makes a woman feel good, and how to engage the g-spot. oh, and how to find the clitoris!" he nodded, proud. "i even watched a few videos."
"you did research...?" you blinked at him, mouth agape at the sheer smugness in his face. then, a loud laugh broke out of you, "wow, you're such a nerd."
kuroo blinked, "i am?"
"okay, then." you smiled, laying yourself down on his bed comfortably. you closed your eyes, bringing your breath to a steady crawl. "how about you show me whatcha learnt, ye—AHH?" you yelped as he wrapped his arms around your plush thighs and pulled you towards himself. the lower half of your body dangled off of his tiny bed, resting on his (suprisingly sturdy) shoulders.
"okay..." his warm breath fanned over your cunt. "i read that i- i gotta star slow..." your felt his breath hitch as he brought his lips closer to your apex. he exhaled, fanning the hot breath over your trembling nub. "tell me if i hurt you or-or if i do something that—"
"oh my god," you wove your manicured fingers into his hair and pushed his face into your cunt. he groaned against you, the sound reverberating through your pliant cunt and into the column of your spine. "mmmph—!"
you hissed, "get on with it now."
kuroo tetsurou didn't need to be told twice. his arms (surprisingly beefy) tightened against your thighs, pulling your body against his face tighter and tighter. he started with a kitten lick, starting from your fluttering hole as his nose nudged on the throbbing nub and then to your clit. he repeated the action for a little bit, until he felt your grasp on his hair tighten in desperation. then, he latched his lips around your clit and sucked. hollowing out his cheeks, his eyes tried to look for your reaction. your back arched off, eyes clenching shut as your thighs tightened impossibly around his face. suctioning your clit, he used the tip of his tongue to swirl about patterns on the hood of your clit.
"s-shit, kuroo!" you moaned, so sweet and achy as he repeated the action to it's nth degree. your body keened into his warm mouth as he stroked you with his tongue, playing with your body with such skill that it trembled you to your core. his fingernails dug into your thighs, his mouth drinking your nectar as if he was ravished. you felt your stomach tighter, felt an abyss grow within your humanly body. your muscles tightened, "shitshitshit- okay."
biting down on your lips, you all but drew blood in an effort to not let him know that he was undoing you, that he was about to make you cum.
the abyss grew deeper and deeper, the hallowing feeling traversed through your body and lodged itself somewhere deep in your belly. your entire pussy was hot — molten lava. a jerk ran from your tailbone to your nape as you felt your thighs tremble in surrender and wrap around kuroo's face. your jaw hung open, eyes clenching shut in ecstasy, "shit—hnghhh! ku-kuroo!"
you came, sinking your teeth into your lips to conceal your lewd noises. your body shook, each muscle trembling with the overflow of your orgasm. kuroo tetsurou drank down your nectar like it was all there was to life. slowly, you removed your phantom-like grip off of his face. kuroo parted from your cunt with a deep exhale.
he was a mess of spit and your essence. his lips were swollen and painted red. when he looked at you, a nauseating pool of shame swiveled about in your chest. you couldn't believe that that virgin made you cum! god, this was embarassing!
you wondered what he's say next. would he be smug? would he walk about uni campus telling everyone that he had made you cum? nauseating.
but instead of any of the aforementioned options, kuroo tilted his head to the side and stuttered, "d-did you cum?"
wait. he didn't even know you came?!
you furrowed your brows, "do... do you think i came?"
kuroo licked his lips, standing taller on his knees as he regarded you, "i- i didn't exactly read about... female orgasms... so..." his voice fainted, eyes flickering downwards to his own clothed cock. "did you?"
gah! there was your opportunity to deny!
"sorry, no." you sat up, pursing your lips together in a queasy smile, "good job, though. i was almost there. almost."
kuroo looked heartbroken yet again. your cum pooled at the edge of his sharp jaw and fell down in obscene strings, and yet, he didn't even know that was his cum on his skin. he wiped it off with the back of his hand, mumbling to the floor, "i really thought i got you this time." he lifted his gaze up to yours, "it looked intense."
"yeah..." you chewed on your cheek, coming up with yet another lie. "female orgasms are a lot different, y'know? takes years to- um... master. yes, master."
"but you... you moaned out my name." he said it so innocently that you felt a bitter twang waving him off, "i just didn't wanna make you feel bad."
"so, you were faking your moans...?"
that was probably the least fake you had been with a guy, but you nodded nonetheless. you couldn't have his ego climbing high up. you couldn't have him discover the truth.
he sighed, defeated, "i'd read up more next time around. maybe i fucked up."
"uh-huh. don't think too much about it." you nodded solemnly, "see ya later."
and as you stood up, you felt it harder to put forward one step in front of the other. your legs were numb, shaky and utterly useless. you made it out of his dorm without shaking and collapsed as soon as you boarded the lift. god. that stupid fucking nerd! what was he doing to you?
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☆ assignment 03.
you had foolishly believed that you could ignore kuroo tetsurou for atleast two weeks now. the next assignment was due towards the end of the month, so, you probably didn't need to see him any time soon. avoiding him on campus was easy enough. your circle didn't mesh with his. you never really went to any classes. yes, kuroo tetsurou could be avoided. easily.
"hey!" kuroo waved to you as you sat with your friends in the cafeteria three days later. you looked at him, blinked and decided it was best to ignore him. however, blissfully ignorant to your ignorance, he kept waving and waving and waving!
"girl." one of your friends spoke up, throwing kuroo a nasty side-eye. "maybe go talk to him. he's icking me out with this constant waving."
you scratched the back of your neck, sheepish, "yeah, maybe he wants to talk about uh... an assignment. be right back."
pulling him out of the cafeteria and in a secluded corner of a hallway, you stood in front of him with your arms crossed, "what. can you stop pestering me?"
he pressed his lips together, tightening his grip on the strap of his bag. "i finished your assignment."
"kuroo." you sighed, rubbing your temple. "i get that you wanna fuck me but the next assignment is due at the end of the fucking month. you can't keep pulling this shit every other day."
"i know." he nodded, pushing his metal-rimmed glasses up his nose, "i actually thought maybe i should do your statistic assignment too."
"stat? the one that is due this friday?" you mumbled and he nodded in agreement. you were back to crossing your arms against your chest, looking up at him with confusion etched into your features. "i thought you were only gonna do inorganic chem for me."
"i was, but then..." he trailed off, "i can do as many assignments as you want. as many subjects. jus'... just keep the deal up."
your first instinct was to fucking life. seriously? was he that desperate to see you? you huffed, "you know i have other people to do other subjects."
"you do?" and for the first time, you felt kuroo tetsurou to be 6'2. he towered over you, his narrow eyes piercing your skin with the way he was looking at you. he took a step forward, then another, till you felt like you were drowning under his shadow. your breath faltered, eyes darting about in the abandoned hallway. "k-kuroo?"
his words were sharp. "am i not good enough?"
"w-what?"
he licked his lips, bending down slightly to meet your eyes, "is it cause i can't get you to cum?"
"no." your breath trembled as you exhaled, "nothing like that—"
he stepped forward again, "i'll do it properly this time 'round. i won't stop till I have you cumming." swallowing, there was this haste in his voice, this sense of urgency that clawed at your chest. his voice dropped down to a whisper, "please. please?"
your mouth felt awfully dry, as if each taste bud had been exchanged for a morsel of sand. you tightened your grip against your own body, holding yourself lest you unraveled. "you don't need to worry so much about that—"
he was so close to you already, and yet he was stepping closer. you swallowed, taking a step back. his lips dropped into a frown, "i can do it. really. i won't disappoint you. please."
with no way out, you exhaled shakily. your eyes met his, "f-fine. i'll come over tonight."
"really?" he smiled, his full lips stretching into a grin. "i promise it'll be good—"
"but if you can't get me to cum today, we aren't doing this again." you snapped, "i have a lot more guys who actually know what they're doing."
that was a lie. there was no one who could compete with kuroo, who could make you feel even half the things he could. but you weren't gonna confess that to the nerd! what if he went out and told others that?! he could potentially tank your entire reputation.
"o-okay." his smile faltered, broad fingers coming to paw at the rim of his glasses again. he fidgeted on his spot, "but if I do... make you cum?"
"then—" you inhaled sharply, "then the deal can continue. but you gotta do all my subjects."
"okay." he nodded, "I'll see you tonight?"
"y-yeah." you chased your gaze away from his face and to your nails, "see ya later, nerd."
later, that night.
you were teetering on the edge of your third orgasm, already teary-eyed and whiney. your cunt was so sensitive, your bottom lip was red and raw from the way you kept biting it, your muscles shook of exhaustion. you hadn't let your mask slip yet, you hadn't moaned out his name and confessed that you were cumming.
you assumed kuroo would give up somewhere along the line. you assumed a man — no matter if a persistent man like him — would eventually give up. rejection wasn't easy, after all. but you were wrong. boyyy, you were wrong.
kuroo pushed the dildo inside slowly, testing your gummy walls with his slow, burning pace. his lips latched onto your sticky, dripping clit and as he pushed the toy into your hole.
your back arched, eyes screwing shut and brain turning into mush as the tip of the silicone wand grazed your g-spot. kuroo's eyes tested you as if you were his personal lab experiment, waiting for your demeanor to reveal to him what your mouth couldn't.
"w-why the fuck... fuck— did you get this— hah, this toy?!" your words shook, half of them cracked and the others high-pitched. kuroo licked the hood of your swollen clit, making out with it so slow and sloppy. he mumbled against you, "i heard some girls need— mmph—! 're so sweet—! to cum."
"y-you fucking idiot!" your chest rose and fell rapidly, the entire upper half of your body blossoming red. "i- it doesn't— hah... ohmygod! do anything for me!"
he stilled against your clit even though his wrist didnt, "you still didn't cum?"
"nuh-uh!" you grimaced as he fastened the toy in and out of you, you bit down your lip again. your hands grasped his sheets, tugging at them with such sheer force that they were to rip. kuroo groaned against your quivering sex, "then, i just gotta keep goin', yeah?"
and that's what he did. kuroo kept going, waiting for you to confess that you were breaking. you didn't.
even as tears leaked down the planes of your cheek, taking down your mascara with it or even as your bottom lip swole as an aftermath of your shame, you didn't say the words, "im cumming."
it was at the 45 mins mark that kuroo finally parted from your lips. three orgasms later. you were far too dazed to even realize when he had parted from your pretty pussy, when his lips had removed themselves from your sensitive, overused cunt. he pulled the toy out of your heat, mesmerized at the your cunt had painted white, creamy rings around the hot pink dildo. you breathed hard, chest rising and falling in sick desperation as you tried to retain your sanity.
though your eyes were clenched shut, you felt kuroo's hollow words hang in the air. "i couldn't get you cum today either."
slowly, you pried your eyes open. the fluorescent white of his room stung your eyes, your bottom lip felt numb and bleeding, and your thighs shook even after he had long departed from your cunt. you blinked up at him, trying to play the part of an unbreakable vixen. "y-yeah, it's okay."
his looked undone as well, mouth red and swollen and wrecked. your slick dripped down the toy and onto his wrist. his hair was a mess, as always, but there was this appeal to it. he bit down his bottom lips, his eyes trained directly against yours. "i don't know what I'm doing wrong..."
you all but clenched your thighs shut at the sight of him. you still felt the phantom feeling of the toy stretching you open, still felt kuroo's breath against your overused pussy. you stole your gaze away from him and flopped onto the bed. looking at the ceiling was easier than looking at him. "n-nothing's wrong with ya. it's just hard making me hic—! cum."
kuroo scratched the back of his neck, dejected. "i guess today's the last day then."
you raised your upper body to look at him, "uh... i guess, yeah."
there hung a beat of silence between you two. kuroo tilted his head to the side, scrutinizing your current state, "you sure you didn't cum?"
"uh, yeah?" you tried not to sound as exhausted as you felt, "i'd know if i came or not, idiot."
"r-right." his sheepish, narrow gaze dropped to his own lap. his cock strained in his sweats with a dark patch of cum right where his tip was. he felt you rustle on his bed and lifted your head up to see you attempting to sit. "are you leaving already?"
you nodded, "uh, yeah. i'll go. thanks for doing my assignments."
kuroo leaned forward, pressing his warm palms to your thighs and pinning you to the bed. you blinked at him, "wh-what the fuck, nerd?"
"if... if today's the last day... then, can i—" he swallowed, sheepish and hesitant. "can I fuck you...? please?"
your eyes blew wide open at his words. you couldn't let him. you were so sensitive, you couldn't possibly take his dick right now. though kuroo had never undressed in front of you (not even take off his shirt), you didn't need an x-ray machine to see how big he was. his cock strained against his pants even on a normal day. that was part of the reason why you struck the deal anyways. you wanted to see the nerd's sexual prowess up close. but now? after eating you out for forty five minutes? you were sure he was gonna fuck you dumb, and you weren't sure how long you could conceal the truth and keep your little act up.
you tried to lighten the situation, laughing, "why? did you do research on how to fuck a girl right?"
"no." kuroo admitted, still staring at your face. "but I wanna try it. i mean..." he mumbled, "i mean if you want me to."
you were quick to shake your head, even quicker to attempt to flee his unyielding grasp on your thighs and attempt to stand up. in retaliation, kuroo just pressed his palms to your feverish skin even tighter. the fat of your thighs squeezed under his grip. he looked up at you, utterly ruined, "j-just once?"
and you should have said no, you should have shaken your head and told him that if he didn't get off of you, you'd tell everyone that he was a creep. instead... you felt yourself nod — slowly but surely. your voice came as a whisper, foreign even to your own self, "just once."
kuroo was quick to move to action. the broad palms on your thighs scaled up your clothed torso. he pressed your skin through the flimsy material of your crop top. squeezing your tits, he leaned in for a searing kiss. his lips against yours were awkward, inexperienced. he just mushed his pout against yours. you laughed against his lips, rolling your eyes to oblivion, "that is not how you kiss."
kuroo looked at you half-lidded, with his glistening lips parted open, "t-teach me."
you grabbed his jaw by your manicured hands, pulling him close to settle his body over yours. your lips slotted against his, and he opened them up in compliance. your tongue licked along the seam of his lips before diving in, rolling your tongue against his. he moaned into your mouth, eyes rolling back and heavy body pressing against yours.
"take- fuck. take off your pants." you panted in his mouth.
"oh-okay." kuroo fumbled over you, barely able to find his footing on the small bed, which already cried creaks of protest with each one of your lewd actions. his shirt came off first and your eyes widened as big as saucers to see the rippling muscles on his tanned skin. his nimble fingers work quick, pulling his sweats by the waistband to reveal his lengthy cock.
any semblance of sanity abandoned you at the sight of kuroo tetsurou. he was toned, everywhere from his sturdy, bulging biceps to the tantalizing v-line. his thighs were defined, with muscles rippling beneath the skin. a gasp of disbelief left you as you scanned him up and down, "you look... good?" you shook your head, "for a nerd, i mean."
"thanks." he smiled, surprisingly smug, "i play volleyball, so um, maybe it's that."
you licked your glossy lips, "maybe."
your eyes traveled from his hazel eyes to his weeping cock. god, it was pretty. all lengthy and girthy, with veins lining it like lightning. his tip was flushed, red and embarrassed as it weeped out wisps of clear pre. your trembling thighs parted, eyes regarding his with suffocating lust, "c'mere."
his body circled over yours, his palm grabbing his heavy cock to line your entrance. his chest stuttered, thighs flexing as the crown of his tip kissed your warm entrance. shuddering, he groaned, "i— 's so warm."
his hand shook, his length trembling with it as he attempted to sink inside your velvety warmth. your hand grabbed a hold of his length gingerly, you thumbed his achy mushroom tip. kuroo bit his lip as you slowly guided him in. your snug pussy swallowed him graciously, taking in inch after inch with surprising ease.
"haah— jus' like that." your jaw hung open, his cock penetrating you fuller. by the time he was sheathed inside you, you could feel his bulbous tip kiss your cervix. your arms came to circle his neck, your thighs came to circle his waist. he steadied his beefy arms on either side of your head and moved slowly. you raked your nails through his scalp, "just move slowly now."
kuroo took a steadying breath and reeled his pelvis back. you awaited the gentle thwaps! of his toned lower abs against the back of your thighs. instead, kuroo smacked his body into yours with all his force. your entire body jiggled, eyes blowing wide open as he fucked into you hard.
"k-kuroo—!?" you squealed, feeling him drive his cock into you with such fervor. his tip hit the bullseye with every stroke, his thick cock massaged your sensitive walls and your clit fluttered with each harsh slap of his skin against yours. your eyes rolled backwards, arms tightening against his neck, "k-kuroo... fuck, f-fuck—! slow down, slowdown."
he buried his face in your crook, the cool metal frame of his glass was cold against your overheated skin. you moaned loudly, squeezing your cunt snugly against his length as his canines punctured an indent on top of your pulse. tears welled up in your eyes, the stimulation was too much. way too much. everything was driving you insane. everything! from the fast drivels of his cock inside you, to the way he nibbed on your sensitive skin, to the way the tufts of his pubes tickled against your skin, or the way his hot skin smacked into your sensitive clit. unable to contain yourself, you scratched down his back, "ku-roo! fuck, fuck fuck— ngghh! hah, right there—!"
you were losing your sanity with each powerful pound into your pussy. the abyss in your stomach came back with vengeance — consuming everything from your lower stomach to the top of your spine. your entire skin tingled with the anticipation of an orgasm. you weren't sane anymore. you couldn't censor your thoughts anymore. holding onto him tighter, you screamed, "fu-fuuuck imgonnacum! i—" your chest tightened, eyes rolling to the back of your skull, "cummin', cummin', haaa—!?!"
he lifted his flushed face up from your neck, groaning at the sight of you. hot tears steamed down your face, taking down clumps of mascara with it. your kissbitten lips were swollen and red. blotches of red had broken over your entire face and neck. you looked like he had ruined you. wrecked you. "you're cumming—?!"
you nodded, uncaring for your pride or status. "f-fuck. yes, yes— ngghhh... yes. cumminnn~"
he grunted in disbelief, "y-you're gonna cum on my cock...?"
you nodded again, gaze bleary with a tear-stained face, "y-yes, on your cock—!" you couldn't even manage another word before a violent orgasm crashed into you. your entire body shook, vision going white and body going slack. a stream of squirt poured out of your trembling pussy, soaking kuroo's thighs and abs. he kept fucking into you, even as you clawed and cried for him to stop.
"f-fuck, fuck, fuck." each word sounded more desperate than the last, his thrusts grew more erratic as he snapped his pelvis up to yours. "shit— im gonna cum?!"
he barely pulled out in time, with his cock spurting out a thick load of cum on your soaked thigh. his fluids mixed with your own, tainting your skin with him. he looked at you sprawled on his bed. your eyes were clenched shut, face red and chest heaving. your body seemed to still be weathering the aftershocks of your orgasm. the juncture of your thighs was a mess — creamy rings of sex, with your squirt and his cum swirling into one huge mess that dripped down to his bedsheet.
kuroo sat on his knees, panting. you cracked open your eyes, opening your arms to beckon him to lie atop you. he followed, gingerly resting his big, broad body on top of yours. you felt his muscles press against your syrupy, soft skin.
kuroo buried his head into your neck again and closed his eyes, his tongue came out to lick a stripe of your perspiration. he groaned, "y-you're so sweet."
a hollow laugh left you by, "thanks."
his bed was too small for you to lie comfortably next to each other. so, kuroo manhandled you, slipping on his back so you could rest on top of him. his chest rose and fell with yours, and you felt your eyes droop down with exhaustion.
kuroo pushed your sweaty locks out of your face and smiled, "uh... you came right?"
you inhaled, shakily, readying yourself for the humiliation that was to come next. you couldn't deny it now, not after how you had screamed his name and marked his back. "yeah, i did."
kuroo smiled wider, "w-was it good?"
"yeah." you met his eyes, hardening your gaze, "but if you tell anyone about this, I'll fucking kill you."
"that... that i made you cum?" his brows furrowed. you nodded, "yeah. that. i have a reputation to maintain. can't be associated with..." you stalled your words and he chimed in. "a nerd?"
you rested your cheek against his chest, curling into his warmth. under you, he rose and fell softly. you mumbled into his skin, "something like that."
"i get it." kuroo played with your strands and you find yourself keening into his soft actions. "i won't say a word. i won't tell anyone that i probably made you cum like four times today."
your head shot up, lips parting and eyes widening. a nervous laughter shot out of you. "w-what?"
kuroo gave you a lazy smile, still playing with your loose hair, "did you think I'd do my research and leave out female orgasms? i knew you came. i mean it was obvious from the second time onwards."
he knew you were lying all this time?!
you blinked and he admitted, "i just wanted to hear you admit it." you blinked at him again and he grinned, "don't worry, i won't tell anyone. it's a secret between us."
"r-right...?"
"but this means that we can keep doing this, right?"
kuroo's broad palm rubbed up and down your back, trailing to your ass where he cupped and massaged it. you bit down your smudged lip, "i guess so."
"so, another round?"
a.n: NOT PROOFREAD. BACK INTO WRITING WITH MY BABY KUROO! this is my first time writing him and this may or may not have been influenced by that one post that said that "kuroo is not a playboy. he's the sweetest boy." sooo yeah. hope you enjoy the nasties mwuah mwuah.
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part 2!!
confessing to karasuno boys, giving them a letter then running away, only for you to get chased down.
karasuno vbc x f!reader
inspired by that one tiktok where reader confesses, so credits to them! i obviously changed everything up and added some twists but the whole idea isn’t from me <3
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
sawamura daichi
you’d spent hours writing daichi’s letter, every word rewritten three times until it looked neat and perfect. you found him leading stretches after practice and your heart almost gave out.
you shuffled up, shoved the envelope into his hand and blurted, “don’t read it until later!” before bolting.
daichi blinked, confused, then glanced down. one look at your careful handwriting and he already knew it was something big. and suddenly—you were running away from him. oh no. not happening.
“y/n! wait!” he shouted, jogging after you with dad speed. you squealed, weaving between benches and bags, but he was faster, stronger, and absolutely not letting his precious sweetheart, out of his sight.
he cornered you gently against the gym wall, smiling that warm captain smile that made you weak. “you don’t need to run from me. especially not after giving me something this important.” he tucked the letter neatly into his pocket like a sacred charm. “i’ll keep this safe. i’ll keep you safe.”
…was it just you, or did his grip on your wrist linger a little too long?
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
sugawara kōshi
suga was casually checking homework in the empty classroom when you nervously placed a folded note on his desk. “read it later, okay?” you whispered before sprinting out.
he waited until the hallway was quiet before opening it. his eyes danced over the words, and a slow grin spread across his face. oh, you were too cute.
“y/n~” he sing-songed, standing so fast his chair toppled over. his voice echoed down the hallway as he strolled after you, pretending to be calm but moving fast. “you can’t just say you like me and vanish. don’t you know i’ll always find you?”
you tried hiding behind the stairwell, but suddenly—he was right behind you. “boo.” his whisper made you jump so hard you nearly fell, but he caught your wrist smoothly.
his chuckle was soft against your ear. “don’t run, sweetheart. i’ve been waiting for this.” he folded the note neatly, slipped it into his breast pocket, then tapped it twice like sealing a promise.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
azumane asahi
too nervous to hand it over directly, you slipped your letter into asahi’s shoe locker. but later, when you peeked back, you found him just standing there staring at it like it was radioactive.
he finally unfolded it, and his entire face went crimson. “a-ahhh, she—” his voice cracked. and then he saw you down the hall. your eyes met.
you bolted.
“w-wait!! please, don’t—don’t run!!” he panicked, fumbling after you, nearly tripping over his own feet in desperation.
“it’s embarrassing!!” you squealed.
“but i—I don’t want you to think i don’t feel the same!!”
he finally caught you near the gym doors, breathless, hair frazzled. he clutched the letter with both hands like it was the most precious thing in the world.
“i’ll… i’ll treasure this. i’ll treasure you. i promise.” his shaky determination made your heart squeeze. and the way he slipped your note carefully into his jacket pocket like it’s national treasure.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
nishinoya yū
you’d tried to be subtle, slipping a folded letter into noya’s palm during practice. “don’t open it until later!” you hissed.
but he was nishinoya. of course he ripped it open immediately.
“WHAT?! Y/N LOVES ME?!” he screamed so loud half the gym dropped their water bottles. tanaka screamed too, because that’s what best friends do.
you shrieked and bolted, but noya was already tearing after you at full libero speed. “YOU THINK YOU CAN OUTRUN THE GUARDIAN DEITY OF KARASUNO?!”
you sprinted down the hallway, heart racing, but suddenly he lunged and blocked your path like a defensive wall. he was bouncing on his toes, grinning like a maniac.
“so it’s true, right? you mean it?” his dark eyes were wide, gleaming almost desperately. when you nodded, embarrassed, he slammed a hand against the wall beside your head, leaning in close.
“good. because now you’re mine. forever.” he laughed, but his grip on your shoulder was a little too tight to be just a joke.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
tanaka ryūnosuke
you tried to be sneaky and tucked the letter under his water bottle. but tanaka noticed instantly.
“huh? what’s this?” he asked, ripping it open right then and there. the second he read “i like you” his soul ignited.
“OH MY GOD. OH MY—”
you were already halfway down the hallway when he bellowed, “Y/N, BABY!!! TRUE LOVE IS REAL!!” and barreled after you like a man possessed.
he caught you and spun you around dramatically, nearly dropping you but catching you again with surprising tenderness. “I ACCEPT YOUR LOVE!! I SWEAR TO TREASURE IT FOREVER!!” he shouted, eyes blazing with sincerity.
and yet, when he carefully folded your letter and slipped it into his pocket with reverence, the way his hand lingered there felt almost worshipful. it is
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
ennoshita chikara
you slipped him the letter after practice, mumbling, “please don’t read it now,” before running away.
ennoshita read it immediately.
he sighed, smiling to himself. “she’s too cute…” and then—he followed. calm, steady, like he had all the time in the world.
you peeked over your shoulder only to see him jogging calmly behind you. “you knew i’d chase you, right? you can’t just drop something like this on me and disappear.”
when he finally caught you, he simply held the letter out between you. “this is precious. you’re precious. don’t run from me, okay?” his voice was steady, but there was a sharp glint in his eyes, like he wasn’t asking—he was deciding.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
kinoshita hisashi
you slipped the letter into his math notebook, heart pounding. hours later, you heard him practically shout from across the campus.
“NO WAY—Y/N?!”
next thing you knew, he was sprinting toward you with the speed of a man possessed, waving the note above his head. “Y/N!!! YOU—YOU LIKE ME?!”
you panicked, darting behind the gym, but he found you instantly.
“is this real?” he panted, smiling like he’d just won the lottery. “please tell me it’s real.” his hands shook as he clutched the letter to his chest. “you don’t know how long i’ve wanted this…”
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
narita kazuhito
you dropped the letter on his desk before class ended and bolted.
narita stared at it for a long time, then slowly opened it.
he read the first line and froze. then, determined, he searched for you.
he found you outside the school gate, laughing breathlessly as he caught your wrist. “you thought you could just give me this and leave me hanging? not happening.”
he squeezed your hand gently, his smile tender but firm. “i’ll take this seriously. i’ll take you seriously. don’t run away from me again, okay?” and though his tone was soft, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of a promise you weren’t allowed to break.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
kageyama tobio
you shoved the letter at him after practice and ran.
kageyama stood frozen, then opened it. the second he realized it was a confession, his entire face turned scarlet. “eh—EH?!”
he sprinted after you, sneakers pounding on the floor. “WAIT! YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THIS AND LEAVE!” his voice cracked.
he finally caught you, gripping the note so tightly it crinkled. “you… you like me? for real? then—then don’t run away. i’ll keep up. i’ll always keep up. you’re never leaving me behind.”
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
hinata shōyō
you tucked the letter into his lunchbox, and when he opened it, he screamed. “W-WHAT—”
he spotted you across the gym and took off like a rocket. “Y/N!!”
you dashed, but he was bouncing around you like a hyper puppy. “is this real?! you like me?!” his face was so red he looked ready to combust. “oh my god oh my god, me too!! don’t ever run away, i’ll always catch you!”
he hugged your note against his chest like it was oxygen, his grin wide and desperate. ‘good. finally.’
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
tsukishima kei
you slipped the letter into his textbook. tsukishima read it, raised an eyebrow, and smirked.
you immediately bolted, but his long strides ate up the hallway. “seriously? you thought you could drop this on me and run?”
he cornered you against the lockers, leaning down until his glasses glinted. “you like me, huh? then stop running. because you’re mine now.” his calm tone made your skin prickle more than yelling ever could.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
yamaguchi tadashi
you handed him the letter after practice, cheeks red, before running off.
yamaguchi unfolded it with trembling hands. “she… she likes me?” his heart practically leapt out of his chest.
he spotted you running and dashed after you without thinking. “y/n! wait!” he caught up, breathless, but grinning. “don’t… don’t run. i’ve wanted this for so long.”
he clutched the letter so tightly it wrinkled. “you don’t know how much this means to me. i’ll take care of it. i’ll take care of you.” his soft smile made you weak—yet his desperate grip on your wrist told you he meant every word literally.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
a/n: i already have a few drafts for other teams 😮💨
you’ve been awoken by an angel. or at least, that’s what it feels like when you wake up in a soft bed that is absolutely not your own, the warmth of this stranger — no, angel, filling your limbs with life you didn’t have before.
you gently open your eyes, trying consciously to widen them against the sleep that tugs at your eyelids. above you is a man kissed in sunlight, his broad arms held above you on the mattress. his eyes. some mix of green or brown or hazel or heaven looked at you like you’d bestowed him the greatest gift of the universe.
so naturally, having a hot man on top of you made you say the stupidest thing said in the history of mankind.
“holy shit. you are the sexiest man alive.”
the man stilled, eyebrows knitting in confusion before the laughter lit up his entire face.
“you’re supposed to be sober,” he sighed. “come on now. you’re telling me a full night of sleep didn’t fix that?”
you blinked sleepily, your edges snapping into focus before you realized that in your sleepy gaze, you’d just called iwaizumi hajime, your best friend of all time….the sexiest man alive.
you wished the ground would swallow you whole. that at least, would be a better fate than what currently greeted you.
you shoved your face in your hands, hearing hajime’s chuckles carrying out over the entire room.
“oh wow! that definitely did it. sexiest man alive, huh.”
“that wasn’t me…” you mumbled into your hands, “that was my evil twin. they try to sabotage me no matter what i do.”
you feel the gentle sensation of your hands being peeled away from your face, only for hajime to lean down and kiss your forehead.
every thought in your head ceased to exist.
“you’re silly,” he smiled against your skin, rising up from the mattress. “go brush your teeth. i’ll make breakfast.”
you were left alone in a sunlit room, wrapped in his sheets and wondering if your stupid comment had landed you a breakfast date with your secret crush.
you get insecure about your relationship with them
rintaro
rin wasn't sure what was wrong with you. you weren't reacting to his teasing like you usually do. you weren't rolling your pretty eyes at him and telling him to be quiet.
you were being distant, unresponsive. usually rin doesn’t let things show on his face. but he was getting beyond worried.
so when you’re over for a movie night. not even cuddling up to him like you usually do, he pauses the movie. you hadn’t even noticed, your eyes and mind far gone, somewhere else.
“hey.” he said softly, linking your guys hands. you snap out of it, trying to muster up a smile. his stomach feels queasy and not in the usual butterfly way. it was his anxiety.
“what’s up with you? did something happen?” he presses, squeezing your hand. you don’t meet his eyes.
“what’s wrong baby?” he scoots closer, instinctively gulping.
“I just—why’d you even choose me?” his brows furrow almsot immediately.
“what?” his eyes narrowing. you’re still avoiding eye contact.
“I mean like—there’s so many other girls.” you laugh, suddenly feeling small once again. rin frowns.
“what are you even saying.” he pouts but he answers in a heartbeat.
“I chose you because you put up with all my bullshit. I can be myself around you. I can do nothing with you and still feel like a virgin feeling the touch of a woman for the first time.” he pouts. it catches you off guard, getting a laugh out of you.
“wow, how romantic.” you try to joke but he pulls you into him.
“I love you because you’re you and I don’t want it any other way.” he blushes, placing his chin on top of your head.
“so stop feeling like this.” you hum, clutching his shirt.
“thanks rin.”
“anytime sweets.” he says with a proud smirk and a gentle kiss to your head.
kei
you had noticed for awhile now. you didn’t want to be that girl.
but whenever you’d stop by kei’s job at the museum, one of his coworkers always seemed to hover over him. when you’d drop in to say hi, eat lunch together, or drop off his volleyball stuff.
now you weren’t a fool.
you knew your boyfriend was good looking, especially in that mandatory suit he had to wear.
“god I can never breathe in this thing.” he groans, loosening the tie as he moves to dig into the bento you brought him. you smile at him.
“you look hot.” he narrows his eyes at you as you grin.
but in the far distance you can see the girl.
as she fails to spy on you guys?
your brows furrow, he catches this.
“what?” you smile, ushering him to eat.
“nothing.”
you know kei was just being polite.
I mean hell it was his coworker, you knew he couldn’t really ignore her. but something about seeing him interact so easily with her made you uneasy. how she easily talked about dinosaurs with him.
you felt stupid for feeling like this. obviously you didn’t know a lot about them but you tried for your boyfriend. always letting him rant about them or buying him trinkets of his favorite species. he wore a small smile whenever he’d talk about them. you hated this feeling bubbling within you. it wasn’t like you.
after a hard day of classes and work, you surrender to your bed and your awful thoughts. you knew kei was coming over but for the first time you were dreading it.
“hey.” he smiles, taking off his glasses, ready to lay with you. you don’t even greet him and he’s confused.
you rarely ever got mad at him, it was always meaningless so he’s kinda nervous.
“you…okay?” he takes a seat on your bed.
you hum. he pouts, sliding in the sheets behind you.
“what’s going on with you?” he says into your hair.
“you seem awfully chatty with your coworker. didn’t know she could make you smile like that.” you’re disgusted by your words yet jealousy clouds you. kei doesn’t catch on, letting out a little laugh.
“are you jealous?”
your silence makes him waver.
“are you actually upset about this?” his words felt invalidating, further worsening your state.
“dunno.”
his heart aches.
“hey.” he says softer now.
“I don’t know what you’re exactly worried about…but she’s nothing to me.”
kei is honestly surprised that this is even a conversation, she was really just a coworker to him, nothing more.
you sigh.
“look at me.” he says gently, nudging you to face him. you turn to him but you don’t meet his eyes. he rakes his hand through your hair.
“please stop whatever you’re thinking. you think I can tolerate anyone that isn’t you?”
you meet his eyes.
“it’s only us remember. were the only ones that can put up with each other. we’re meant to be.” he grins.
your eyes soften.
“sorry.” you grumble.
“s’okay—just don’t think I’ll ever choose someone else.” he says, sleep getting to him.
you smile, resting your cheek on his chest. his heartbeat lolling you to sleep.
kenma
your boyfriend had just finished a collab stream with another popular girl streamer. you had watched the stream and enjoyed it.
it was so chaotic and you enjoyed watching your boyfriend have fun. but you weren’t expecting to see them all over twitter.
edits being made, comments about how they were flirting with each other, ship names???
you were beyond confused.
it’s not like people didn’t know about you, you were kenma’s profile picture, he’d mention you over a million times in his streams.
‘my girlfriend this, my girlfriend that.’
it had gotten to the point people were comparing the two of you, you had stayed up almost all night looking at each and every one of them.
how she seemed like she’d treat kenma better, how it looks like they got along better, that their chemistry was out of this world.
you set your phone down, succumbing to sleep with tears grazing your eyes.
kenma was worried that you weren’t replying to him. in all honesty you would’ve been at his house already.
you were always over when he streamed, brining him snacks throughout and water. instead of streaming at his usual time, he makes his way to your house.
when he enters, he sees you fast asleep on your bed, your face a little puffy. he frowns, making his way towards you when he notices your phone was on.
it was opened to one of the posts that had brutally picked apart everything you were as a person. kenma gripped your phone in anger, not at you, no, never.
but about all of the foolish people who could ever compare you to someone else. he sighed, he knew something like this would happen one day and he really did everything he could to prevent it. he didn’t want you believing these nobodies.
no one knew everything that you’ve done for him, that you’re the reason he became who he was. he shuts your phone off, brushing your hair away from your face. it makes you stir, blinking away your slumber.
“ken?” you question, your face breaking into a small smile.
“hey.” he said hushed. you groan, stretching your arms out.
“what time is it—oh my god! your stream! what’re you doing here?” you question, sitting upright. he laughs, your hair shooting out in different angles.
“you know I can’t stream without you.” he says softly, in that quiet voice of his. he tries to tame your hair, caressing your face warmly.
“please don’t cry, not over something like this.” he sighs, taking your hand in his. your breath hitches, your eyes downcast.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you—I never wanted this to happen.” he squeezes your hand. you squeeze his back.
“I-I know. I’m stupid for giving in I just…” you sigh. his hand finds your cheek again.
“I get it. but I need you to know that it’ll always be you. I love you…so much.”
kenma blushes, yet he brings you in, placing a soft kiss on your lips. he rests his forehead against yours, your noses grazing.
“I love you too ken.” you smile, causing him to smile in return.
Kodzuken : I’m mad at you guys. no stream today or ever until you treat the loml with respect.
kodzuloveshisgf :NOOOO WHO DARES THREATEN OUR KITTENS BEAUTY…
user0857382 : @ynlovesken you dropped this queen 👑
kodzuissocool : bffr that’s mother right there, yall needa sit tf down and touch grass
hajime
hajime loved his job and he took it very seriously. he loved helping people achieve their goals. helping each and every one of them improve their techniques, timing, all of that.
you went with him everywhere when you had the time. showing up to some of the practices for the Japanese volleyball national team. but you couldn’t help but feel like he spent more time with the team than with you.
you’ve never brought it up because you knew his job was demanding. but it had also meant that he’d have to spend more time with a specific girl.
you weren’t entirely sure what she did or who she was. you’d seen her hand out waters and towels to the guys, always next to the manager with a clipboard but it seemed she never left your boyfriends side.
never once have you doubted the love hajime had for you. your promise ring was a constant reminder of it. but it doesn’t help your thoughts when they’d laugh together, her shoving him away and calling him stupid.
your face dulls at the the memories.
hajime had came home a little late due to the practice. you dismissed his offer on you coming which made him a little sad because you had always wanted to go when you could.
you’re comfy in your shared bed when he enters the room. he walks in with a soft smile, immediately placing a kiss on your head.
“everyone was wondering where you were.” he murmured softly.
you glance away. “sorry, wasn’t really up for it.”
“what’s on your mind hm?” he says, softly moving hair from your face.
you gulp.
he scoots closer.
“you know you can tell me anything right?” he caresses your hand.
“I know. it’s just…stupid.” he frowns.
“your feelings aren’t stupid pretty, you can talk to me.” you sigh, your anxiety bubbling up.
“i’m scared to lose you…I feel like we haven’t really spent time with each other a lot. and I know it’s dumb but when I go with you, the assistant girl is always with you. so—I don’t know.” you’re facing your hands, picking at your blanket.
hajime is heartbroken about how you’ve been feeling. never did he want to make you feel this way.
“I’ve noticed that too and you’re right. we haven’t really spent much time together lately… but I don’t ever want you to think that I look at any other woman the way I look at you. I belong to you fully. this is proof of that.”
his thumb grazes your ring.
“I’ll ask for some days off and we can do whatever you want. even if it’s just staying in bed. everyone knows about you, you’re never something I’ll shy away from talking about and well you definitely don’t need to worry about her because…she’s gay.” he laughs, scratching at his neck.
you gasp, covering your mouth.
“ohmygod haji. I feel so stupid.” you cover your face. he smiles, trying to pry your hands away.
“I think there’s actually been a couple times she’s joked about stealing you.” he paused to think, you laugh too.
“anyways. I promised you that I’d always love and protect you and I don’t plan on ever breaking that.” he says genuinely, pecking your ringed finger.
“I love you.” you say softly and he kisses you, littering pecks all over your face.
