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Aone thought he was done worrying over first impressions. You went from being Date Tech’s volleyball manager to his best friend to his girlfriend. What else is there to worry about? He has no need to impress anyone but you. Except the day to meet your parents arrives, and Aone has no idea what to do.
↪ pairing: Aone Takanobu x manager, fem!reader
↪ tags & tw’s: mentions of anxiety, harassment, reader being uncomfortable and poor aone is nervous to meet reader’s parents, not beta-read
↪ wc: 1.6k
↪ this fic is part of @/momochimo’s writing event “can i speak to the manager?”
↪ been having a bit of writer’s block and i’ve been busy so this fic is kinda half-assed :( i hope y’all enjoy tho!
For the most part, volleyball practice is usually uneventful. At least for Aone. He practices with his teammates, sweats quite a bit and breaks up daily fights between Futakuchi and Kamasaki. But today’s different. Everyone’s practicing when the gym doors open, and two girls step in. One, he recognizes- their manager Mai Nametsu, but he doesn’t recognize you, the girl standing next to Nametsu.
“Sorry to interrupt guys!” There’s a sheepish look on her face. “But I forgot to mention that I’ve recruited the team’s new manager. Here she is,” she pushes you forward.
“Good morning Date Tech,’’ you smile warmly. ‘’I am Y/N L/N, your newest manager. I’m eager to work with you all.’’ Everyone smiles and nods eagerly, except for Aone. He stares at you but you’re quick to talk with Futakuchi. Eventually, you notice his stare. Aone curses at himself for staring at you for too long- what if he creeps you out? But instead, you merely smile, excuse yourself and walk towards him.
‘’Hey there. I don’t think I caught your name earlier. I’m Y/N and I’ll be the second manager for the team from now on.’’ You stretch your hand towards him and it takes him a few minutes to realize that you want to shake his hand.
Slowly, he grabs your hand and shakes it firmly, but he’s careful to not grip it too tight. You don’t even flinch, which surprises him. Are you not afraid of him? Creeped out? Nervous? This is strange. You’re not sweating or darting your eyes around nervously. No- you’re holding his gaze. Hell, you’re making him nervous. Isn’t it usually the other way around?
One of the first things he notices is that you’re really pretty. He can’t explain it; your smile is charming and your eyes brighten when you smile. Just looking at you makes his stomach feel fuzzy and warm.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I look forward to working with you!” You drop the handshake and Aone slowly processes the words, nodding. When Futakuchi calls you over, you apologize before running over to him. Unbeknownst to the both of you, this one small interaction would blossom into something far bigger. Neither of you were aware just yet.
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“You’re really cute,” the volleyball player with a bad hair dye says, a lopsided smile on his lips. You shakily try to smile in response but it’s hard when you’re being cornered into a wall by a tall guy you don’t know.
“Thank you. I have to get back to my team-,” you try to slip below his outstretched arm but he’s quick to block your exit, curiosity glinting in his eyes. Your stomach twists and you’re starting to feel nervous.
“Leaving so soon? We’ve only just met,” he frowns and the part of you that was taught to be extremely polite and respectful feels guilty. But the uncomfortable part of you doesn’t; you don’t like this guy, he’s overstepping your boundaries and you need to get away from him as soon as you can.
“Sorry,” is all you can muster, lowering your gaze to the floor. Maybe you could make a run for it? No- he’s a volleyball player. He probably has the stamina and speed to catch up with you. You feel his finger under your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him.
“Aww, are you shy? It’s okay,” his tone almost sounds mocking and you clench your fists at your sides. As you clear your throat and try to regain your composure, a large shadow covers both of you and the blonde turns around, eyes wide.
“Oh, hey dude! She’s with you?” He laughs nervously and steps to the side, running a hand through his hair. “My bad, I didn’t know. Sorry!” Relief courses through your body as you meet Aone’s gaze, and the stranger is quick to walk away. You’re overwhelmed with gratitude as you rush to Aone and hug him tightly, your face smushed into his chest.
“Thank you,” your voice is muffled by his body, and you’re surprised to feel him hug you back. When you raise your head, he’s already looking at you. His eyes widen and his face goes pink as he’s caught in the act, and something about his bashfulness makes you smile as you stand on your tiptoes and impulsively press a kiss on his cheek.
“You’re too sweet, Takanobu. Thank you.” You step back, bracing for rejection. He only stares at you with wide eyes as his face grows increasingly red. Your stomach churns, regretting your decision.
“I’m sorry-,” you thought it would’ve been okay; you’ve had a huge crush on him for months, known him longer, and had hoped he felt the same way. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…” he grabs ahold of both your hands and your mouth falls shut.
“Thank you,” his face is still red and you smile. “Can…can I kiss you too?” You respond by pulling him closer to you.
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Aone thought he was done worrying over first impressions. You went from being his volleyball manager to his best friend to his girlfriend; gone are the times he would worry that you were scared or nervous around him, or that you didn’t like him. What else is there to worry about? He does not need to impress anyone but you. But then he remembers why he’s adjusting the tie on his neck and he gulps. Right. Today, he’s going to meet your parents…
“‘Nobu?” Your back is turned to him and he slightly raises his head from his bed.
“Mm?” You move to the side and your skirt moves with you, and his face goes warm as he catches a glimpse of your upper thighs. Before he accidentally sees something else, he drops his head back on the mattress.
“How does this outfit look on me?” You turn and place both your hands on your hips. His heart swells and a small smile takes over his lips.
“You look beautiful; as always,’’ he murmurs, and you’re quick to smile before reaching for his arms, beckoning him to sit up on the bed.
“Thank you,” you sit on his lap and your hands go to the back of his neck as you tilt your head to the side. “I’m ready to go. Are you?” He gulps and tries to calm his racing heart. It’s just going to be a simple dinner with your parents- that’s all…
Too nervous to verbally communicate, he nods and you smile. You kiss his cheek and Aone feels his courage somewhat return.
Oh, God. He feels queasy. His stomach begins to twist and anxiety builds in his chest. Is he overdoing his outfit? Should he go more casual-? No- what if he’s too casual? He’ll stick to his formal attire. You didn’t comment on his clothing choices today, which he hopes is a good sign.
But…what if your parents don’t like him? It would break his heart. The last thing Aone wants is your parent’s disapproval. The chocolates he bought are held tightly in his sweaty palms before he places them to the side as both of you get into the car.
The car drive to your house feels impossibly long yet too quick. Before he knows it, he’s pulling up to your driveway and stepping out of the car. You loop your arm in his, and your warmth helps him relax. But Aone is still tense as he knocks on the door.
“Don’t worry,” you whisper in his ear. “My parents already love you, and they haven’t met you yet. Trust me,” you slip your hand into his and smile. Aone musters a smile in response, desperately hoping you’ll be right.
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“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. L/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I brought these. I hope you’ll enjoy them,” his hands are slightly shaking as he hands over the box of chocolates to your mother, who accepts them with a warm smile.
“How sweet of you. Thank you, Aone. It’s a pleasure to meet you too!” He feels his chest slightly lighter than before and smiles. But then he meets your father’s gaze and gulps. The man’s eyes are already zeroed on him, peering at him through the frame of his glasses
“Hello, young man,” your father outstretched his hand, and Aone grips it hesitantly. But he makes sure his handshake is firm, maintaining eye contact with the man though he feels like fainting. “It’s the first time my daughter brings someone home. It’s lovely to meet you. What’s your name?”
“Hello, sir,” Aone’s throat goes dry. “My name is Aone Takanobu. A pleasure to meet you too.”
The elder man smiles and Aone smiles too.
“Dinner’s ready,” your mother dries her hands off with a towel. “Please come join us in the dining room.”
Aone glances at you, and you meet his gaze. Your father nods at him before following after your mother. You step towards him and smile widely, reaching for his hand. Your fingers intertwine with his and you squeeze his hand gently. Aone squeezes your hand too and he can breathe again. Maybe this won’t be too bad after all.
“Don’t worry,” you murmur, your thumb stroking his hand. “You’ll be fine. And even if they don’t approve, I don’t care,” you pull him into a hug. He holds you tight against his chest, face buried into your hair. It smells like a soft flower fragrance- his favorite one. It’s the one he bought you for your birthday a few months ago. He hugs you even tighter. “I don’t care,” you echo. “I don’t care what they think as long as I have you.”
a/n: this is v bad but i’m v tired and i no longer have motivation so here’s this...thing. anyway if u managed 2 like it do reblog + comment ty <3
Characters: Futakuhi Kenji, Kanji Koganegawa, Aone Takanobu, You
The sun takes a gander at you and your lover in bed. What a rude awakening it brings you. Rolling over to the opposite side of the small bed, kenji groans at the shift of the bed but once the sweet comforting weight is placed back, his annoyance turns into hums. "Ugh...what time is it..." "We're late" your chuckle is accomodated with light slaps to his cheeks. A friday such as this was much more appreciated with a quick day at school and some street candy afterwards. As the monotone pur of the microwave heats up your bentos, kenji reaches for you in the kitchen. "I dont have practice today, wanna go to the arcade later?" he struggles to open his eyes, however opening his eyes to you was never an unrewarded task really. His perfect match, you were. Your perfect match, he was.
Almost in synchrony both of you get ready. Opposite coloured mugs,pastel green and pink, of your chosen drinks. His a dark brew of coffee, yours a light cup of tea. Footsteps in harmony, a piano and violin accompaniment, towards the shower. Once both of you finish drying, you climb on top of your boyfriend's shoulder while you reach for the blazer at the back. His uniform unhanged from the lower cloth rack. Kenji crouches down, you getting off him, taking both of your shoes from the side. He passes the shoes to you, you passing his bag. "Hey did you charge th-" "Phone" passing your phones before he even finishes. You hurry to the kitchen to lock the gasoline to then reach for the bentos. Wrapping them up in a food cloth, the brunette giant walks to you carrying your bag and other school materials. "I got the lunch this time, burger patties." informing him, him giving you a smirk pulling you out of the apartment by now.
"Lock" "Key." He finishes. With each paired rythmn down the flight of stairs, a beep from his and your phone comes in. "Who was that?" Futakuchi takes a glance at your screen, clear with aone's messages of how late you both were. Always so respectable of course. "Ah shoot, we missed Ms. Hina's lecture again. You know how she gets when we-" " 'Have the audacity to even show up late together' I know I know hahhaha You think she'll get tired of it?" The hazel bowled boy mocks the mentor you two know so well by now, always scolding you two for the double trouble you bring. "Who texted you?" your voice not really striken with any emotion, "Probably aone as well. I'll let him know, we're on our way." he responds and brings his phone a bit closer to himself.
Soon approaching the awfully steep down hill path, you run down with all the resistance to not tumble. Kenji snorting at your silliness, "I hope you fall on your face!" He jokingly tease at you, "Oh yeah? I hope you trip and fall with me!" a fiery glint in your eyes with that mischevious smile he falls for. Running towards you, like the two stupid teens you are. You spin and laugh racing towards the school's backgate.
You remember being so scared the first time he even convinced you to jump. You were just first years then, so young and so scared of the rules, but he didn't care. You were miss careful, dubbed by kenji himself, as you thread carefully to every situation you came accross. You were careful in every decision until you chose to be with your long term boyfriend now.
You were in middle school when you first met him. He was tall for his age, like his best friend aone, but unlike the latter boy he wasn't any sort of a gentle giant. He'd pick on the other team if they even so do something wrong when playing. He was a bit of a bully, he even teased you at one point, nevertheless it didn't make you less in love with him then and now. You remember confessing at graduation, an impulse decision, a decision you accidentally made while your best friend nobu tried to ascertain your feeling for the 1/3 of your friend group. As an asshole does after shamelessly evesdropping on the conversation, kenji obnoxiously comes out and teases you right before he goes...
"Woah I didn't even know how obssessed with me you are! That's soooo crazy, like you. Well I can't leave you disappointed, Humour me. Let's start dating then!"
It even took you a minute or so to understood his bullshit way of just saying he liked you back.
Crawling into class with him, both of you take your seats behind aone's massive frame. You apologize to the frost giant, but your apology was rather piled up at this point.
With the time passing, and the passing of morning bread underneath the table, break time comes where you just apologize to aone for once again covering for the 2/3 of the group. When the free period gives you the time to finally get to your spot, you invite nobu and drag your complaining hazlenut boy there. Nobu sets up the cloths for you to sit on, kenji comes back with the drinks and from chatting with the girls from the other class, and set up the food with ease. When he comes over you smile at him reaching for your drink, "Who was that?" you question but more likely just asking for a question's sake. "Ah the girls were just asking about the next time. Shall we?" he drives the attention back to the food where you all say your prayers.
"Thank you for the food" kenji thanks.
"Thank you for the food" You thank.
"Thank you for the food" Nobu thanks.
"Thank you for the food" Kogane thanks.
Wait kogane? "Oi! Get your own damn food!" The whining boy points to the newly arrived blonde. "But Y/N-chan's food is too good!" "Yeah, obviously, but Y/N's food is also my food so buzz off"
Despite futakuchi's protests, you hand the rice ball over to kogane. You bring out another for your partner to settle his steaming head. A couple of minutes of chatter and aone huffing about the train problem, you suddenly grow a craving for some curry.
"Kenji, curry for dinner later?" he glances over at you, thinks to himself and makes a note on his phone. "Shopping later, then?" almost asking you. With your nod, you two go back to the group's banter.
Curry was somewhat a special dish for both of you even if it didn't seem like much. You still remember both of your awkward demeanors as you met up for your first date. Gosh you both had no sense of fashion. You showed up in an awkward get up, but you would never forget the dumb shirt futakuchi wore to look cool. Sleeveless and all. Considering both of you were only first years back then, all you two could really afford was the family diner near his place. Both of you fidgeting, a cat catching your tongues even when the lady at the front desk was asking you where you two would like to sit. Your faces too hot and too evident of embarrassment to even face each other. It was funny how your fingers fumbled to reach for each other's hand under the table. You mispronounce his name a few times, and his stomach churned at the curry plus milkshake combo he had. Why did he ever think that was a cute idea?
You two seperately thought both of you would surely leave the other because of this. Strangely enough, this dumbass never let you go. Strangely enough, he never let this dumbass go too.
Your hands both linking like cogs, he rests his head on your lap along with kogane sleeping at your shoulder. Sometimes you thought that the blonde boy was just your adopted kid, he synced in with you and your bully-of-a-boyfriend quite nicely. Scrolling through his phone, nobu signs to you about the incoming summer festival plans. You three always going together since you were little. With the gentle giant even being the one to choose which flowers to put in your hair when your mother decorated it. Futakuchi being the one to decide what kind of games the three of you would go to. It was your favorite memory of them.
Yellow tinted stones, loud crowds and jingling of bells, an attention grabbing stall every once in a while. Oh how you loved your second year summer festival with all 3 of them. The same year you first started inviting your boyfriend to sleep over at your place. He hates to admit it but he knew you caught him studying how to dress you in a yakuta the few days before the event. If you hadn't fallen in love with him before that, you surely did afterwards. The day of the festival rolls with you and him even wearing matching clothes, a splash of wonderfully coordinating colours. Kogane was the only one wearing a more casual outfit really. With nobu tracking behind you, all of you climb up the hill nearby for the fireworks. Dazzling into their eyes. The picture of that night bore into your mind while you inform your bestfriend of the plans.
"We should get candied apples too! They're the best treat-" you were interupted by the sudden awakening of the two. "WHAT?! Noooo... Y/N-chan, takoyakis are the best!" "Now I know that's not true because you can't have a festival without the yakisoba..." kenji's annoyed voice ready to start a fight. As the two bicker, you glance over the sweet one agreeing with your sentiment of candied apples.
The bickering, and mundaness of the discussion had left you with a sense of contentment. Ever satisfied to be so young to simply argue over yakisoba and takoyaki. Ever so young to simply discuss curry and festivals. This was the epitomes of your youth. The ever radiant light of the sun always followed the young.
But the sun would not follow you for long. As the overzealous moon grabs one's attention, the same goes for such promiscuous women.
You squeez and stiffen at his collared jersey, a piece of clothing you had once adored and taken care of. Practically clawing out his clothing from the cabinet, you hear his please in the living space. "What the fuck is going on with you? Babe, tell me please" "You, that's whats fucking going on." Clothes and sentimentals being thrown at him from across the room. Your anger high comes down after a bit of screaming and throwing, with your knees giving up sitting you down. "What happened? Tell me..." His eyes were true and his voice was sincere. "I know you're fucking her." it was supposed to be a whisper but it had sounded in the room as a sharp hiss at him. His eyes widen and taking a few steps back he sighs deeply. "I-im...Im sorry..." 'Dont...just leave. Now."
Seeing his way out, his back on display before the creak of the door erases him. He hadn't explained or given you any room to ever doubt what he did. He simply gave up. You knew behind that broad back, he wanted to say something. He wanted to dispute every claim you maid but he had enough dignity to stand back when he needed to. And as that rusty bolted door closes, your highschool love, your youthful memory was simply a memory to look back on now.
“If you turn an 8 sideways, it’s an infinity sign. This can be used to represent their bond” - b ❅
genre: fluff
pairing: futakuchi x reader
warnings: none :)
lil’ note: thank you to my friend for once again coming up with a wonderful title☝️
“Man, you really suck at this,” Futakuchi mumbled, looking down at you.
“Oh, wow, thanks,” you replied sarcastically, reaching out for his now stretched out hand.
Not even a minute later, Futakuchi found himself sprawled out on the ice. He stared silently at the sky, as if he were contemplating his life choices.
“Wow, you really suck at this,” you state teasingly, trying your best to imitate his voice.
“Yeah, yeah..” Futakuchi grumbled, trying to get up from the ice. Unfortunately for him, there was no longer any railing for him to grab onto, considering the fact you two were in the middle of the rink.
He grunted and placed his hands on his knees, standing up, but immediately landing back on his bottom.
You simply watched, laughing at his struggling, which made him pout and furrow his eyebrows in annoyance. “Do you need help, Futakuchi?”
“No, I don’t..” he replied, trying to get up yet again. “Okay, I need your help,” he stated, grumbling under his breath as you began to laugh at him once again.
You stretched your hand out for him, pulling him back up. “We both suck at this, don’t we..?” you questioned, resting your head against his chest.
“We really do,” Futakuchi grumbled, placing his head on top of yours.
“You’re supposed to disagree with me and say that I’m doing great,” you pout, making the brunette roll his eyes.
“You’re doing lovely, Y/N,” he stated, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
“Yeah, I know,” you smile, shuffling closer to his chest.
The two of you probably looked a bit odd standing in the middle of the rank, embracing each other, but neither one of you really cared.
After a minute or two, you pulled away from his embrace. “Wanna try again..?”
Futakuchi stared at you silently, “sure..” he mumbled. You interlaced your fingers together silently and began to shuffle awkwardly on the ice.
As if right on cue, another skater breezed past the both of you, knocking the both of you off your feet. “Nice..” Futakuchi stated sarcastically.
“Very,” you added. Neither one of you made a move to get up, “I don’t think this for us, Kenji..”
“I could of told you that earlier,” he mumbled, making you raise an eyebrow.
“But you’re the one who asked me to come here wit-“ he cut you off with a small whine.
“Yeah, yeah. I know,” he grumbled. “Wanna go do something else, I’m not feeling this anymore..”
You couldn’t help but to laugh at his bluntness, “yeah, sure.”
And that’s how you ended up back at his house, cuddled up with him on the couch while watching cheesy romance movies. “Oh look how easy they make it look,” Futakuchi pointed out, clearly irritated.
The image of a couple skating was displayed on the tv, as if it were teasing the two of you for being bad.
