I’ve started to notice a pattern in my yaoi ships.. guys
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I’ve started to notice a pattern in my yaoi ships.. guys
Kyōtani Aneko, the girl who had to sleep on the couch with her two sisters while her mom slept with any man she could find in the only bed of their small studio apartment. Kyōtani Aneko, the girl who would get burnt with ciggarettes by her mom if she "acted out". Kyōtani Aneko, the girl with so many truancy letters pilling up at her door that her mom almost went to jail. Kyōtani Aneko, the girl who would vape, drink, smoke, and take pills because those were the only gifts her mom ever gave her. Kyōtani Aneko, the girl who sexualized herself since she was 6 because her mom taught her that thats the only way she could get loved. Kyōtani Aneko, the girl who lost her virginity at 10, not because she wanted to, but because she wanted attention of any kind from someone, anyone. Kyōtani Aneko, the girl with three inch nails and some of them broken or fallen off completely from all the fights she would get into. Kyōtani Aneko, the girl who was proclaimed to be the "whore" but also the "prettiest girl" in her middle school. Kyōtani Kentarō, the boy who finally realized he hated who he was, and transitioned. Kyōtani Kentarō, the boy who got kicked out of his moms apartment for being trans. Kyōtani Kentarō, the boy who now could finally meet and live with his dad. Kyōtani Kentarō, the boy who worked so so hard to be accepted by everyone in his life. Kyōtani Kentarō, the boy who had to work twice at hard to keep up with his volleyball teammates, and ended up doing that and more. Kyōtani Kentarō, the boy who finally got a boyfriend who didn't only want him for sex. Kyōtani Kentarō, the boy who can now live his life without hatred for himself.
Kentarou, male, from Hatarake, Kentauros-San!
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NAVIGATION | RULES | MAIN MASTERLIST
← HAIKYUU MASTERLIST
→ in which you are Ken's girlfriend and nobody on the volleyball team knows
→ Kyōtani Kentarō x fem!Reader
→ fluff af
→ 0.9k
You were really happy to finally be in high school. Middle school was an ordeal, especially with all the childish boys there.
You really hoped that it would be better here, especially because the Aoba Jōsai was a private school and you had to take an exam in order to be accepted here.
Past and Future
Kentarou is there for emotional support
HI! Can we please get Alpha!Kyoutani hc or fic or anything but Like the reader is sooo frustrated that she keeps getting confessions at this point so she asks kyou, cause they’re friends for now even though they kinda like each other already, to scent her. And like everyone’s reactions to one of the most desirable and untouchable omegas smelling like the most aggressive alpha in the school? Please? Only if you can or want though 🥺👉👈
It was just a favor for a friend.
That was what Kyoutani told himself repeatedly when you shyly asked him to scent you.
You just needed the confessions to stop. It was emotionally draining to continuously reject love confessions nearly every week— especially since you hated hurting others.
And Kyoutani was a good friend... at least he tried to be a good friend to you.
Truth be told, he took a sick pride knowing that you came to him for this favor. Maybe it was just cause you knew his scent was threatening and would do well to ward off others, but still, it was his scent. Not Oikawa’s or Iwaizumi’s or any other capable alpha on the team. You came to him.
So if you needed to be scented just for some peace of mind then who was he to refuse.
However as he sat in the cafeteria across from you, his thoughts were much less than friendly.
You smelled like him, others could smell his scent on you— and he relished in the confused and slightly terrified looks sent your way. A flash of amusement behind his stern gaze as others walked past in fear.
After all, how could such a desirable omega be scented by someone like Kyoutani Kentarou.
You may not be his, but to everyone else you were.
And that was more than enough to fulfill his fantasies for now.
CLAMPtober, day 19–Takeshi and Kentarou, Duklyon CLAMP School Defenders
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