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[solethereal]

─ [ 月島蛍 ] ☾ ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

tsukishima kei. MASTERLIST

oneshots

- nothing yet…

drabbles

- in which you’re high on his dick (nsfw)

headcanons

- in which he’s your boyfriend (sfw)

in drafts (coming soon)

- in which he is your pacifier (nsfw)

- in which you’re in an ‘off campus’ AU (nsfw)

- in which you give him a stupid shirt (sfw)

[solethereal]

─ [ 月島蛍 ] ☾ ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

“the moon looks beautiful, doesn’t it?”

⤷ ゛ lowercase intended

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[dira333]

The art of gift giving - Tobio Kageyama

for @philistiniphagottini for the Summer Gift Event

Tobio Kageyama - the gift of gift giving

“Brushes?” You ask, taking off the last of the plastic wrapping.

“Yes!” Tobio nods enthusiastically. “You’ve been talking about wanting some.”

“Yes, baby,” you hesitate. “For my makeup.”

“Are they different?” He asks, eyeing the kit of children’s paintbrushes in your hands.

“Well, yeah. But it’s the thought that counts, right?” You try to make the best of it.

“No,” he shakes his head. “They’re the wrong ones. I’ll make it right!”

“You don’t have to! I do have brushes; I just wanted to upgrade.”

“No, if I’m going to be a great boyfriend, I’m going to have to stand up for my mistakes!”

-

Amazon, it turns out, has a package of sixty-two different brushes. You don’t dare ask for the price, not with the way Tobio is grinning as he hands them to you. They’re brushes, and yes, they’re about the same quality as the ones you’ve used before, so you’ll surely do well with them. Still… You had thought about upgrading to a more expensive set. 

“What do you think?”

“There are so many of them,” you say, which is true. “I won’t run out of them soon.” You lean in to kiss him. “Thank you, love. But you don’t have to go overboard every time I mention something!”

“I don’t,” he assures you. “You know I’m often in my own head, so I wanted to do something nice when I remembered.”

-

That year, you agree on sending each other a few inspiration links for your anniversary. 

Tobio isn’t hard to shop for; he loves everything volleyball- or sports-related, but you lack the expertise when it comes to certain products, so it works. 

Until you find not one, but five different packages at the foot of your bed. 

“We agreed on one present!”

“Yes,” he nods. “But they weren’t that expensive and you deserve everything and more.”

Doubt creeps up the back of your neck. Your links had been products you hadn’t been willing to splurge on. Maybe for a pro-athlete they didn’t register as expensive, but- You stop, halfway through unpacking the first one. 

“Hinata showed it to me,” Tobio explains proudly. “He said it’s called a dupe. You get the same thing for less than half the price.”

“Only it’s not the same thing, is it?” You ask, careful to keep your voice even. “Do you… You like saving, right?”

“Who doesn’t?” Tobio asks, legs crossed as he watches you. “Wait? Did I do it wrong?”

“You like the Mikasa brand, right?” You clear your throat. “They make good balls.”

“The Molten are good, too.”

“Imagine I’d gift you a cheap kids' version from the toy store,” you point out. “I would save a fortune, and a ball is a ball, right?”

His jaw drops. Understanding seems to have hit him like a serve straight to the face. 

Before you can gather yourself, Tobio’s scrambling off the bed, grabbing your presents.

“What are you doing?”

“These are wrong,” he insists. “They… they are for Hinata. I mean, Yachi. I mean, I got your present… in the car.”

“You don’t own a car,” you point out, “Tobio, let’s just-”

“No!” He all but stomps his foot. “I’m a terrible boyfriend.”

“You’d be a terrible boyfriend if you left me alone in bed on our anniversary,” you point out with a laugh. “How about we go have breakfast and do a little shopping tour after?”

His shoulders slump. “But-”

“You know what I’d really love?” You ask, leaning forward. “A kiss from the prettiest setter in the whole wide world. I don’t know if he wants to give me one, though.”

“You’re sneaky,” Tobio relents, dropping the presents. “I still feel bad.”

“Good,” you say, pulling him back into bed. “That means we can work on it.”

-

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sawamura daichi- that damn dog

synopsis: daichi has sworn up and down that he doesn't want a dog, but when you decide to get one anyway, you see just how true that really is

haikyuu masterlist request a fic

content: reader is an animal shelter volunteer, daichi being soft, dog adoption, family life, you and daichi have a daughter in the timeskip

wc: ~1,200

an: daichi is the blueprint, also this is yet another self-indulgent fic because i do in fact volunteer at a shelter and i am in fact enamored with one of the dogs there named theo

back to fluff because you guys did NOT fw the kuroo angst 😟💔

daichi had insisted time after time that he didn't want a dog.

when you first asked about it after having moved in together? no. after you'd both finished your first year of uni? no. it was always no, no, no, no, no.

it wasn't that he didn't understand the appeal, but believed it would be more of a burden than the two of you could carry. what he did fail to understand was just how attached you were getting to the dogs at the local shelter where you volunteered.

this one dog specifically was your baby. the (not so) little man's name was theo, and you were absolutely enamored with that meathead the first time you saw him. he was 70 pounds of brown and white bull terrier and 100% made of sugar. he always carried an emotional support stuffed animal, even while you took him out on walks. and he was just about the most gentle boy you could ever think of.

so, when theo needed a foster home, you immediately offered to take him. the only problem? they needed all people living in the household to come meet him and make sure he was compatible.

"hey dai?" you interrupted the silence of dinner to finally break the news to him. he responds with a low hum, prompting you to continue. "you know that one little dog i show you photos of all the time? from the shelter?"

"ohhh yes. theo, your baby, your muffin, your sweet little angel?" daichi jokes, listing off all the nicknames you're always calling him.

"yes, the sweetest little angel," you add. "um, what would you say, theoretically, if i told you that i offered to foster him on the spot today?"

daichi sighs, putting down his fork and resting his chin on his hand. "and this is purely theoretical, right?"

"as theoretical as you want it to be," you offer, taking a sip of your drink.

"then i'd tell you that i've been expecting you to fold for years, and have reluctantly been putting some money away so we could eventually get some kind of pet."

your fork clatters against your plate now, and your hands float in midair. "wait, actually? say you're joking," you insist.

"not joking," he rebuts. "you obviously know my feelings on it, but you also know how much i love to see you happy."

theo gets along very well with the two of you during his evaluation. in fact, it's almost like he gravitates toward daichi more. you figure it's because theo knows you already, but doesn't know him.

daichi fully expects that you're going to foster fail, but what he doesn't expect is to find himself failing to let go, too.

it's only after a couple of weeks that he finds himself becoming more lenient with the "no dogs on the bed" rule. he doesn't have it in his heart to kick theo off of the bed when he looks so comfortable snuggled up between you two. he's so still and polite that he's basically like a weighted stuffed animal. it's even cuter when he's hugging his little stuffed duck.

not only that, but he connects with theo when teaching him tricks. you'd surprised daichi with the fact that he already knew some basic commands, since he had previous owners who'd surrendered him. daichi was actually appreciative of theo's manners, and deep down inside, he was starting to see why you thought he was such a little gentleman.

daichi's favorite trick that he's taught theo is "guard," where theo lays between the commander's legs. it's especially handy when daichi is making dinner, and theo is desperate to be involved with the flavorful aromas he's smelling. it hits daichi surprisingly hard when he realizes that he has a favorite trick he's taught the dog. he's more invested than he thought, but in a strange way, it reassures him. if this dog respects him enough to obey him, then he might not be so much of a burden after all.

it's safe to say that theo went from being a temporary family member to a permanent one.

"i'm home, girls," daichi announces as he walks through the door, abandoning his wildly uncomfortable patrol shoes. theo immediately rises from his spot on the couch to go greet him, as you and your daughter shout greetings from the kitchen. "hey old man," he retorts at theo, giving him those signature side belly pats that all dads do. he then moves on to make his way to his girls.

"whatcha guys making?" daichi inquires, scooping your guys' daughter into his arms. you're still fixed over the stove, but turn your head around has you hear the young girl bursting into a fit of giggles. "beef pad thai. i put extra peanuts and protein in your portion," you answer, and it earns you a kiss to the temple.

"god, aren't you just an angel," he says to no one exactly. "you wanna help plate this up while i go change?" he asks his daughter, and she nods as he settles her back to the ground. he keeps a hand on your waist as he ruffles the girl's hair with his other, then makes his way off to your shared bedroom.

when he returns in an old college hoodie and shorts, and your small family shares a well-seasoned meal togehter. theo gets the same as always (kibble and some table scraps), and feasts without complaint. after dinner, daichi immediately sees himself to the living room recliner. he lets out a pleased groan as he pushes it back a few knobs, alleviating the tension in his lower back and neck. across the room, theo is laid down on the couch, but stares at daichi longingly.

"okay, fine, c'mere boy." upon daichi's invitation with a pat to his thigh, theo gets a good start galloping before jumping up into daichi's lap. "when'd you start getting all gray, huh?" he remarks, scratching his neck underneath his collar. theo is melting in daichi's touch, flopping over from originally sitting to now lay on his side, in the crook between the edge of the recliner and daichi's thigh.

"dad, am i gonna turn gray soon, too?" your daughter asks, sat on the floor a couple feet away playing with some dolls. "i'm not much younger than theo..."

"no honey, you don't have to worry about going gray for a long time," daichi chuckles, running his hand over theo's short and smooth coat.

you hear their conversation from the kitchen, where you're drying off your hands. as you make your way into the living room, you tell the young girl a shocking truth. "did you know," you start, making your way onto the floor next to her, "that daddy didn't even want that dog in the first place?" you whisper the second part into her ear, and she whips her head around toward her father in shock.

"daddy, WHAT?!" she squeals, clinging to your arm in disbelief.

"oh gosh, what'd you tell her now?" daichi groans, the love in his complaint oh so evident.

"just the truth about who really fell for theo first."

not proofread. do not feed uniquecalicocritter's works into any generative AI software, plagarize them, or translate them.

[dira333]

Communication skills part II - Asahi

For @screamin-abt-haikyuu for the Summer Gift Event

This is what I'm talking about. I start with a basic idea, realize how much I love giving gifts and just keep creating.

Suga drags a fry through the leftover Buldak sauce in his plate and pops it into his mouth. 

“So you want to get married?” Daichi asks.

“What about buying a ring hasn’t made that obvious?” Suga asks, stealing another fry from Asahi’s plate. Asahi ignores him in favor of looking at the ring again. It’s perfect, if he'd dare to say so. While his heart longs for the biggest stone he could find at the store, his wallet and the logical part of his brain disagreed. Not to mention he’s grown to know your taste, has seen the extent of your jewelry collection. He’d never force you to wear a ring you wouldn’t feel comfortable taking to work or the store for a grocery run, no matter how sparkly it might be.

“Have you talked about it?" Daichi asks and Asahi nods as Suga shorts.

"What?” He asks, a little panicked.

“Shouldn’t it be a surprise?” Suga asks, pulling Asahi’s plate towards him to snack on the rest of his fries. “Now she knows you’re going to propose." 

"What if she didn’t want to get married?” Daichi asks their friend. "Would have been a shitty surprise, then." 

“True,” Suga admits. “Didn’t think of that. So, what’s got you so riled up?”

“I know she'd want it to be a small thing, but maybe have friends and family come in afterwards to celebrate? But I’m not sure how to pull that off. I don’t even know if I can keep a secret from her long enough for it to be a surprise." 

"Oh,” Suga pops up. "Why don’t we plan it for you? That way you can’t spill the beans." 

Asahi makes a face. Daichi waves his worries off. “I’ll keep him in check. I think I know a great place, too. They’ve got a little garden where you can have your privacy to ask the question and family and friends can gather in a restaurant nearby to celebrate with you, when you’re ready.”

“That would be perfect," Asahi breathes out. “But the decorations…" 

“Will be our thing to worry about," Suga says. "Come on, let me do something! I pulled my weight in Tanaka’s wedding, didn’t I?”

“True. But it has to be perfect.”

“It will be," Daichi promises. “We’ll ask Kiyoko and Yachi for help.”

Asahi sighs, a little more relieved. "Fine. I trust you.”

-

“What… uh… what flower would you be?” Asahi asks one morning, fiddling with his phone.

“What?” You look up from the coffee maker.

“Flower. You?" 

"Oh,” you purse your lips. "Frangipani, I think." 

“Oh, they are pretty!” He exclaims. "I can see that." 

You laugh. "Thanks. Though I like most flowers.”

“Yeah? Which ones do you like the most?" 

You eye him for a second. He steps from one foot to the other.

“Why do you want to know?”

“Because I love you?" 

"Oh? Well, in that case I’ll tell you.”

-

"I really like that garden,” you mention off-handedly, pointing at the screen.

“You do?" Asahi asks, looking for his phone.

“Yeah?" You blink up at him. “You don’t?" 

“No, I think it’s perfect, too. Even when it’s raining, I mean-”

“The rain is what makes it perfect, I think,” you say, handing him his phone. “Are you working on a surprise.”

"Maybe?” He makes a face. "Please don’t ask me about it. You know I can’t lie to you." 

You laugh. “Okay, I won’t. Can I ask for my favourite sweets to go along with my surprise." 

“Like I’d forget to add that." 

-

It’s raining.

Daichi send him a text, asking if they should postpone for a few hours in the hopes of it letting up.

But you look so cute in your boots, not to mention the matching umbrella. 

“We’re doing it," he texts back, holding the door open for you. “Ready to go for a walk?”

“With you? Always." 

The garden isn’t too far from the train station. Asahi knows the route by heart after doing practice walks, subtly leading you towards it.

"Let’s go inside here,” he says, opening the gate.

"Isn't this a private area?”

“It’s okay, I know the owner.”

“Oh? That’s a new one.”

But you fall silent again as you walk on. The little pond on your left ripples from the raindrops and a daring frog looks up at you from a wobbling leaf. 

Flowers, plants and branches move with the weight of raindrops, making the garden seem alive and breathing. Somewhere along the way, the rain turns into a light drizzle and then stops completely, allowing the air to saturate again with the scent of flowers, mosses and rich earth.

“It’s beautiful,” you whisper, finding sanctuary in a tiny wooden pagoda.

"Will you marry me?” Asahi blurts out, tongue scrambling for the speech he wrote and rewrote too many times.

"I love you. You are my best friend and my favourite person in the world and I want to keep getting to know you every day forward. I want to spend my life with you.”

You smile up at him, bright like the sun.

“I’d love to.”

He kisses you, eager and relieved and happy, holding you close.

“Do you have a ring, too?” You ask after a few minutes, giggling. “Because the way I know you,you bought that first.”

“Oh, shoot, the ring!” He pats down his jacket until he finds it. 

“Do you like it?” 

“I love it." 

-

“This way," Asahi pulls gently on your conjoined hands to guide you.

"Aren’t we going home?”

“No. We’re celebrating." 

“Oh," you smile. "You really planned this.”

“Not really,” he admits. "Daichi, Suga, Kiyoko and Yachi did so I wouldn't spill it." 

You pull close to his side with a laugh. “Oh they know you so well." 

-

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bokuto x reader

synopsis: making out with bokuto in the back of his car

~

You were in the backseat of Bokuto’s car, making out with him. His car parked at the end of the driveway far away from the party.

You straddled his lap, bare legs, nothing on but underwear and a T-shirt. His hands roamed over your hips, squeezing your ass slowly, deliberately.’

“I missed you,” he murmured against your neck.

“Did you?” Your hands wrapped around his neck, playing with hairs at the nape of his neck.

"What kind of question is that?" Bokuto scoffed, though the amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips betrayed him.

"Because..." you began softly, reaching up to gently guide his face away from the crook of your neck until his golden eyes met yours. "You don't act like you love me."

For a brief moment, he simply stared at you. Then a slow grin spread across his face, warm and unmistakably confident.

Without saying a word, his hands slid up your arms until they cradled your face with surprising tenderness. His thumbs brushed lightly across your cheeks as he leaned in, closing the distance between you.

When his lips met yours, the kiss was slow at first, affectionate enough to make your heart skip. It deepened naturally as he smiled against your lips, his quiet reassurance saying far more than words ever could.

Almost instantly, every doubt swirling through your mind dissolved. You found yourself melting into the kiss, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you kissed him back, completely forgetting the question you'd asked only moments before.

Bokuto slowly pulled away, leaving only a breath of space between the two of you. His forehead rested against yours as he struggled to steady his breathing, his chest rising and falling with every uneven inhale. His amber eyes searched yours, filled with an intensity that made your heart pound.

"I fucking love you," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion.

There wasn't a trace of hesitation in his words.

They were raw, honest, and overwhelming.

His thumb brushed gently across your cheek as a small, breathless smile tugged at the corner of his lips, as though saying it aloud had lifted a weight from his chest. Even without another kiss, the way he looked at you said everything you needed to know.

Your entire body felt as though it had been set ablaze, and Bokuto was the one fanning the flames. His hand rested at the curve of your hip, his thumb absentmindedly tracing slow circles against your skin as he looked at you with an intensity that stole the air from your lungs.

"I want you," you whispered, your voice steadier than you expected. "Right here, in the back of this car."

A low groan escaped him as your words sank in. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, fighting to collect himself while you shifted closer, making his resolve falter.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me," he muttered, his voice strained.

His fingers tightened around your hips as he gently but firmly stilled your movement, forcing himself to create a sliver of distance between the two of you.

"Not in the car," he said, shaking his head despite the temptation written across his face. "Come on." A small, breathless smile tugged at his lips as he met your gaze. "Let's go inside."

"In the party?" you repeated, your nose scrunching in disbelief. "People might walk in on us."

Bokuto shot you a look, a teasing grin tugging at his lips. "When has that ever stopped you?"

Your eyes widened as you reached over and smacked his chest lightly.

"That was one time!" you argued, trying to hide the embarrassment creeping onto your face. "And that is exactly why I don't want to do that anymore."

Bokuto laughed, the sound warm and effortless as he caught your hand before you could pull it away. "Okay, okay," he said, still smiling. "No more risky decisions."

You narrowed your eyes at him, knowing he was enjoying how flustered he had made you. "You're enjoying this way too much."

"Maybe," he admitted, his grin widening. "But you're cute when you're trying to act serious."

You rolled your eyes, though the smile on your face gave you away.

Bokuto leaned closer, his expression softening as he looked at you. The teasing faded, replaced by the same warmth that had drawn you to him in the first place.

"Come on," he said quietly, squeezing your hand. "Let's get somewhere we can actually have sex together."

Despite the chaos of the party still happening around you, the two of you lingered there for a moment, caught up in your own little world.

[citruzee]

the first thing kuroo notices is that you're suspiciously quiet.

normally, by the time he lets himself into your apartment, you'd already be greeting him from the kitchen or dramatically announcing that you were starving and he'd better have brought snacks.

instead, he finds you bundled beneath three blankets on the couch, looking like the world's grumpiest burrito.

"...baby?"

you slowly peek over the edge of the blanket, nose pink, hair a mess.

"don't come closer."

he blinks.

"...why?"

you sniffle dramatically.

"'m sick."

there's a beat of silence before kuroo smiles.

"that's all?"

"that's all?"

"yeah."

you point an accusing finger at him.

"don't touch me."

"why not?"

"because you'll get sick."

he shrugs, already kicking off his shoes.

"worth it."

"tetsu."

he ignores you completely, dropping onto the couch beside you. the cushions dip under his weight before he gently pulls you into his chest.

"tetsurou!"

"hi."

"i literally have a fever."

he presses his cheek against your forehead.

"mm... yeah, you're warm."

"exactly!"

"comfy."

you stare at him in disbelief.

"you're unbelievable."

"i've been told."

you try pushing him away, but you're exhausted, your muscles ache, and honestly... he's warm.

he wraps the blanket around both of you like a cocoon.

"there."

"i'm serious."

"so am i."

he rubs slow circles across your back while you grumble under your breath.

"you're gonna regret this."

"future me can deal with it."

you sigh dramatically.

"don't kiss me."

"..."

"...kuroo."

"..."

"...don't."

he gives you the most innocent smile you've ever seen.

"just one."

before you can protest, he presses a tiny kiss to your forehead.

then another.

then your temple.

then the tip of your nose.

you groan.

"you're impossible."

"and yet, you love me."

"...unfortunately."

he gasps.

"that sounded like a confession."

"shut up."

he laughs quietly, the sound vibrating against your shoulder.

eventually your protests get weaker.

the medicine starts making you sleepy.

your head grows heavier until it naturally settles beneath his chin.

he smiles to himself.

"there she is."

"..."

"my cuddle bug."

"'m not..."

"already asleep?"

"...no."

"..."

"...maybe."

he chuckles softly.

"get some rest."

his fingers gently comb through your hair until your breathing evens out.

he doesn't move for nearly two hours.

not even when one of his legs falls asleep.

not even when his phone rings.

not even when his stomach starts growling.

because every now and then you'd unconsciously snuggle closer, and every single time, his heart melted all over again.

—

three days later.

"achoo!" (but in a dad sneeze way)

you look up from your soup.

kuroo freezes.

"..."

"..."

he sniffles.

"...no."

you slowly lower your spoon.

"...did you just sneeze?"

"allergies."

"in august?"

"...seasonal."

"to what?"

"...love?"

you narrow your eyes.

"tetsurou."

he coughs once into his elbow.

"..."

"..."

"...okay, maybe my throat feels a little weird."

you cross your arms.

"i warned you."

"you did."

"multiple times."

"possibly."

"i specifically said not to cuddle me."

"correct."

"and i definitely said not to kiss me."

"...also true."

you give him your best 'i told you so' look.

he smiles anyway.

"still worth it."

you try so hard not to smile.

you fail spectacularly.

"you're such an idiot."

"your idiot."

"...yeah."

he reaches over the couch to hug you again.

you immediately shove a pillow between you.

"absolutely not."

"what?"

"you're contagious now."

his jaw drops.

"betrayal."

"consequences."

"where was this energy when you were sick?"

"i had common sense."

"rude."

he pouts dramatically, wrapping both arms around the pillow instead.

"...i miss my cuddles."

you stare at him for a long moment.

his nose is red.

his hair is sticking up.

he looks genuinely miserable.

"..."

"..."

"...come here."

his eyes light up instantly.

"really?"

"only because i know you'll ignore me otherwise."

he practically launches himself across the couch before carefully settling beside you.

this time, you press a cool hand against his forehead.

"see?"

you murmur.

"fever."

he leans into your touch with a sleepy smile.

"mm."

"serves you right."

"probably."

"..."

"..."

"can i have a forehead kiss?"

you roll your eyes.

"you're unbelievable."

"that's not a no."

you sigh with exaggerated annoyance before leaning over and pressing the gentlest kiss against his forehead.

he grins like he'd just won the lottery.

"...worth it."

you can't help laughing.

"...next time, listen to me."

"there's gonna be a next time?"

"..."

"..."

"...i'm not answering that."

he smiles into your shoulder as the two of you settle beneath the blankets once more, both a little sniffly now, but perfectly content exactly where you were.

a/n: i'm sick and school starts tomorrow bro also i'm making a discord server everybody cheer

[kisumore]

You are completely, utterly, hopelessly lost.

The plan had been simple: you and your friends agreed to meet at one of the food booths in the gymnasium before their match. It had seemed straightforward enough that you confidently told them you'd be fine finding it on your own.

Unfortunately, you seem to have severely underestimated your horrible sense of direction.

You’re currently standing in a deserted hallway, having somehow gotten so lost that you couldn’t even hear the noise from the stands anymore. They need more maps of this place, it's Nationals for God's sake, you think, huffing, as you swivel your head around, looking for something—anything—that could guide you to where you need to be.

You look down at your phone for the umpteenth time, confirming the time of the match you were there to see and which court you needed to go to. You groan, biting your thumbnail as you debate admitting to your best friend that you were lost. Unfortunately for your pride, desperation wins out, and you resign yourself to the teasing you'll face as you open your messages app.

You: Hey, I think I'm super lost right now

You: Send help 😭

You: Plz I beg 😭😭😭

You sigh as you watch the loading symbol by your texts, holding your phone up and turning around to try and catch a good signal. After what feels like forever, the message is finally sent, and you bite your lip and stare anxiously at the phone screen, waiting for a response. Fortunately, you don’t have to wait long, phone pinging as a message comes in a few minutes later with a screenshot of a map of the gymnasium with an X marking the agreed upon designated meeting location. You're busy studying the directions your friend sent when you hear a voice from behind, startling you.

"Hey, you look cute in that jacket, but you'd look better in mine."

You startle from your phone and whip around, eyes wide in confusion, "I'm sorry?"

A tall boy, in a volleyball uniform and awfully bleached hair that could really use some toner, leans against the wall in front of you, arms crossed and lips curved into a cheeky grin.

"I said you look cute in that jacket, but I'd bet you'd look cuter in mine."

You blink at him, trying to process the words he just said because what a ridiculous thing to say, you almost laugh. You look down at your jacket, a simple jacket in your favorite color, and then at his team jacket.

Is he flirting? you wonder. No, that can't be right, you think, as you realize who he is. There's no way someone like Miya Atsumu would randomly flirt with you, a total stranger.

So, you ask, "Is this some sort of weird school promotion?" Your eyebrows furrow. "Sorry, but I'm not interested. I’m already a student at—"

"No, wait!" Miya Atsumu jumps up as you turn to leave, desperation creeping up in his voice, "It's not a school promotion!"

"Then what is this, I don't understand," you say slowly, searching his face for an answer.

"I'm uh," he scratches the back of his head, suddenly flustered, and then blushes. "I'm just trying to say you're cute."

Oh.

Oh.

You could have fun with this.

You look back down at your jacket, lifting your arms to inspect it. "So I wouldn't be cute without it?" you tease.

"No!" his eyes widen and he quickly shakes his hands as though to swat the idea away. "I think you'd be cute in anything."

He's really blushing now, you note, biting back a laugh. It's kind of cute if you're being completely honest. He’s a good-looking guy: tall, with a pretty face, and muscular to boot—if you were into that sort of thing. He also has an off-court reputation for being an “arrogant asshole,” as you've heard your best friend put it, so seeing him behave this way is hilarious to you. You probably shouldn't, but you can't resist the temptation to keep teasing him.

"But I'd be cuter in your jacket?"

Something flickers over Miya Atsumu's face, and for a moment you wonder if you went too far with it, because now he looks like he's going to pass out and you have no idea how you would explain that to his team.

"Yeah," he says breathlessly, finally looking into your eyes.

Now it's your turn to heat up.

"Oh," you simply say. You never expected him to be so…honest about it. He's got these warm puppy eyes and a small, hopeful smile as he looks at you—the butterflies are simply inevitable.

You’re not really sure what to say next and he shifts awkwardly, seeming increasingly more nervous with the silence.

"He was flirting," you finally mutter quietly to yourself, but he picks up on it.

"Yeah," he affirms sheepishly, "I was."

You can't help but let a small laugh slip through your lips. The whole situation feels surreal. Miya Atsumu, the one from the magazines your friends liked to read, the matches they studied late into the night, and one of the most recognized high schoolers in all Japan was here in the flesh, flirting with you. Not that you didn't have your fair share of accomplishments, but hey, you didn't have pro-level teams lining up to snatch you up as soon as you graduate. "Who would've thought the Miya Atsumu would be interested in silly old me?” You muse with a chuckle.

At that, the mentioned boy does a double-take. "You've heard of me?"

"Oh Miya," you snort. "You're like, super famous in the high school volleyball world. I don't think there's anyone at this tournament who hasn't heard of you.”

"You watch volleyball?" He peers at you curiously.

"Not usually," you say, a coy smile on your lips, "But today, I'm here to support my friend."

"Who's your friend? He must be good if he made it to nationals," he smirks, regaining his cheeky persona from before, leaning in toward you, his arms folded over his chest.

"Mm," you hum, tilting your head up to maintain eye contact as you smirk in return. "Yeah, he's pretty good. I don't think I'll tell you who he is quite yet though, at least, not until he plays you."

"You seem pretty confident he’ll get that far," Miya teases.

Your grin spreads wider, "Yeah, I'm pretty confident." They're one of the favored to win, you almost add, but you bite your tongue. It'll be a lot more fun to see his reaction once he figures it out on his own.

"I hope so," Atsumu throws a wink at you and you laugh. "Will you go out with me when I win against him then?”

"’When’ you win?" You raise an eyebrow and laugh. The confidence level of this guy never fails to astound you. "I knew that humility had to be a facade. But sure, I’ll go on a date with you if you win."

Atsumu seems a bit surprised, as though he never really expected you to accept, but his eyes soften as his grin grows into a genuine smile.

Pretty, you think.

"I look forward to it then."

—

Fifteen minutes and a little help from Atsumu later, you finally locate your friend, jogging up to him with a grin.

"Hey Omi, you'll never believe who I just met.”

Thank you to @chlosology and @jamongcha for beta reading this for me!

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