Can I have headcanons for Yuki, Kakeru and haiji crushing on musa’s freind who’s an exchange student from Nigeria? Thank you💛
This is such a cute request! I do think, though, that one posts of headcanons isn’t enough to completely explore the idea, so I hope these suffice - it is a bit long, too so sorry about that!! I’ll be adding a cut for length.
There are a couple points here that suggest a fem!s/o - I hope that’s okay.
I hope you enjoy, thank you so much for requesting. 🤗
Yuki didn’t pay much mind to you when Musa announced your visit - he figured that you were just another person that he’d have to avoid in the house, and especially with you being a female - he pretty much kissed all comfort and privacy goodbye. No more walking around topless for the next term (💔)
Your courses couldn’t accommodate you for the first few day as after your arrival, so bumping into Yuki early in the morning quickly became a habit. At first, it was awkward, and the conversations short lived. “Uh, good morning Yukihiko-san.” “Morning… you really don’t have to use honorifics with me, you know.”
As the days passed by, you slowly became more a part of the team’s small family.
Being a bit of an early bird, you’d occasionally catch Yuki just as he heads in from his early morning runs, and after the first few times he expectedly comes home with you having prepared a warm cup of decaf coffee - a drink he seemingly runs off of.
“So, how are you liking it here?” “I miss home, but everyone here has been so welcoming so i really don’t have anything to complain about.”
Over time, your early morning chats quickly become more personal and friendly, deeper than the small talk that plagued the two of you for a few weeks. Eventually, whenever Musa wasn’t home, Yuki would be the first one you’d seek out. And as much as Yuki probably wouldn’t admit it, he began to look forward to talking to you as well.
“Boring day without me?” “You are pretty entertaining, Yuki.”
Like Musa, you’re an exceptionally quick learner, and extremely observant - something that Yuki admires but soon views as a bit of a nuisance.
“Stop calling. I don’t need your help with anything.”
You definitely were not meant to hear that, but you managed to as you stepped onto the back porch of the dorm, two cups of decaf coffee in hand. For a moment, you contemplated sneaking back inside, figuring that after that conversation, Yuki most likely isn’t up for chatting.
“You heard that, didn’t you?”
His voice would catch you off guard, and for a moment you prepared to be berated as he often does to his dorm mates. But once you looked up at him, he subtly gestured for you to come over to him.
“Thanks,” he muttered as he took the cup you offered him, taking a deep swing of the warm liquid.
There was an awkward silence, almost as if you had just arrived to the dorm house yesterday. Seldom did you experience that in the recent weeks, but Yuki’s entire aura was a bit off, so you really didn’t expect much different.
“It was my mother,” He finally offered, taking another sip. “I don’t exactly have the best relationship with her.”
You nodded, figuring as much, keeping silent as you waited for him to continue.
His free hand rose to drag his fingers through his hair, resting the palm on the crown of his head. “I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that,” He sighed out, letting out a quiet chuckle. “I always do when I talk to her.”
You shrugged. “Your feelings are valid, you shouldn’t feel bad for expressing them.”
He glanced over at you and you offered him a smile, finally taking a sip of your cup of coffee (you internally gagged).
Letting his head fall backwards between his shoulders, “You and Musa are way too nice. Freakishly reasonable.”
“What would you do without us, hm?”
Looking over at you, Yuki felt a bit of a tug.
He definitely didn’t like you in that way - is what he told himself. He definitely appreciated you though, that much he’s willing to admit.
He took a moment, his mind instantly thinking of what it’ll be like when your exchange program finally ends. He felt another tug, and almost reacted to it, but you standing to your full height beside him caught his attention.
“It’s really cold out here - I’m still not used to Japanese winters,” You rubbed your free hand along your arm as your other one relished in the heat from your cup, “Can we head inside now?”
Yuki smirked at you, standing to his full height. “C’mon foreigner, I don’t want you to freeze.”
Or leave. But that’s something he’ll deal with when the time comes.
You arrived around the same time that Kakeru moved into the dorm house, and quickly found him to be a bit of a kindred spirit. Adapting to the house and the different personalities of the boys. seemed a bit easier with Kakeru, since he was going through the same thing.
“They’re all so different, huh?” You’d whisper to him as you sat in the dining room, watching the team in their typical banter. “I’m glad I’m not the only outsider here.”
Kakeru is a bit shy, more so when there is an chance of there being a language barrier. But as you proved to him your proficiency in Japanese, and he saw how much the two of you could have in common, he became more friendly to the idea of seeing you as another roommate - and eventually as a friend.
Kakeru was incredibly curious about you and your home country, but was afraid to come off as insulting, soo he took in every word you uttered when you offered information about home, and went with it.
“I have a huge family back home - three generations under one roof. So being here with everyone is a bit comforting.” “Really? Do you have to fight over the restrooms like we do here?”
Musa trusted Kakeru and knew that besides Shinido, he was probably the most responsible. Without you knowing, he asked him to keep an extra eye on you whenever he could. “She’s not familiar with Japan, and I just want her to stay safe.” Musa was asking, so how could Kakeru say no?
“Did Musa put you up to this?” He was caught red handed, and he couldn’t lie to you, not when you were a trusting exchange student. “… yes.”
Kakeru began to feel more at ease with you - no expectations, no obligations for the track team. You were just a roommate and a friend, and although he didn’t know it, you were exactly what he needed.
On an early morning, you caught him as he snuck back into the dorm after his morning run. The freezing air followed him in, and you hissed as he slid the door shut behind him, cursing under your breath at the wind that roared outside.
“Aren’t you freezing? How could you go for a jog in that?” You didn’t wait for an answer as you pattered away, grabbing a blanket from the hall linen closet to toss over your shoulders, and another to carry over to Kakeru.
“Won’t you get sick?” You asked leaning over his shoulder as you tossed the blanket around him. “You’re barely wearing a jacket.”
It had been a while since someone worried about him in such an innocent way. Haiji does, sure, but for a reason - the track team. But you…? Because you were friends?
He let out a quiet laugh, and couldn’t help but extend it as you gave him a confused look. “Sorry. Don’t worry about me though, [f/n]. I won’t get sick.”
Genuinely confused, you tucked Kakeru tighter into the blanket, not taking his word for anything. “I don’t know how you deal with it, Kakeru-san, but I don’t believe you.”
He would’ve been annoyed if it were someone else fretting over him, literally anyone else. But he appreciated you doing it, knowing that your presence wouldn’t last for too much longer.
He’ll humor you for now, and allow you to worry about him.
Because as much as he’d hate to admit it, he loved the idea of you actually caring for him.
Haiji is all for having another exchange student, especially with you being from another country. He was the first person you met after Musa and was definitely the most welcoming.
“I hope you can feel at home here, it is a bit full at the moment so I hope you don’t mind.”
He’d always make it a point to be sure that you were comfortable. Making sure the bath water was changed and cleaned before you used it, setting up your bed the first few nights before you got the hang of it, cooking foods that wouldn’t cause too much of a culture shock for you. He was incredibly attentive to your comfort and happiness - he was the team’s captain after all, so it’s up to him to ensure that your experience was nothing less than enjoyable.
Whenever he could, Haiji would put forth a lot of effort to learn more about you and your culture. He couldn’t imagine what it’s like to be in another country, so he didn’t want you to feel too out of place when he’s around.
“How are you adjusting? I’d apologize for it being so cold, but I unfortunately can’t do anything about the weather.” He’d come to like your laugh, knowing that when he heard it, it meant that you were at least happy at that moment.
“I can’t promise that it would be good, but i can try making you something for dinner that you’re familiar with if you’d like?” “Actually, there is one dish I’ve been missing. I’ll help you make it.”
Oddly enough, you and Haiji bonded over the times that the two of you cooked together after that. Cooking with someone back home means a lot, so to find someone here in Japan to do it with is comforting.
“Hey, welcome back. How was class?”
A familiar scent met your senses as you swapped your outdoor shoes with your indoor ones. Glancing up at Haiji, you gave him a smile before responding. “It was good, I could actually keep up with the lecture.” You paused for a moment, following Haiji into the dining room as he responded.
“I told you your Japanese would get better. And you were worried for nothing.”
You glanced over his shoulder as he stirred a pot on the stove, taking up a bit of the concoction into the spoon he held.
“Pepper soup? Musa suggested I’d make it, he said you’d like it.”
Your heart warmed at the sentiment, a misting of tears forming in your eyes. “Haiji.”
He glanced back at you, the smile on his face falling to form a worried grimace. “You haven’t tasted it yet, [f/n].”
You’d laugh - the laugh that Haiji came to love to hear.
“It’s not that, I’m just… happy.”
Happy - that’s all Haiji wanted you to be. Knowing that he accomplished that made him inexplicably happy, too.
