#maneshi

[weombyee]

A Haikyuu Couple Story (PT. 2)

This story contains a couple (straight), Maneshi Azumane (Neshi/Nesh-Nesh - 22, Female, Asahi’s Older Sister) & Taneku Tsukarou (Maneshi’s Boyfriend, 22, Male, is 2 months older). It contains bonding, kissing, teasing & tickling - so please.. Enjoy!

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Locked In, Let Loose

The sun filtered softly through the sheer curtains of Taneku’s room, painting golden strokes across the wooden floor. The air was quiet, save for the occasional hum of cicadas from the open window and the soft shuffle of sheets on the bed.

Maneshi Azumane lay sprawled beside Taneku Tsukarou, her dark brown hair fanned across the pillow, her gaze playful. Her fingers danced teasingly along the bare skin of his side, just below his ribs. Taneku had taken off his jacket a few minutes earlier—correction, Maneshi had taken it off him, unzipping it with a mischievous grin and tossing it aside like a leaf caught in wind.

Taneku squirmed, his lean torso twitching as her fingers roamed deliberately.

“G-GEHAHAHAHA!” he exploded, his laughter shaking the bed. “STAHAHAHAHAP! NESH-NESH! I PLEAD! I PLEAHEHEHEHEHEAD!”

Maneshi only smirked, her amber eyes twinkling. “What? This?” she asked innocently as her fingers stroked just beneath his ribs again.

“HAHAHA! Y-YOUR LOVING THIS TOO MUHUHHUHUHUCH HUN!” he wheezed, trying to twist away from her grip, his laughter helpless and wild.

“I absolutely am,” Maneshi admitted with a grin, not missing a beat as she attacked his sides for another solid two minutes.

Taneku’s eyes watered from the relentless tickling, and he could hardly breathe between fits of laughter, collapsing back with a final breathless chuckle as she finally gave him mercy.

“Alright,” he said, wiping his eyes. “You’re a monster.”

“Monster of love, maybe,” she purred with mock vanity.

Before she could bask too long in her victory, Taneku’s eyes narrowed with mischief. “My turn.”

He suddenly lunged, catching her off guard and pinning her arms above her head with one hand, his body hovering over hers. Maneshi’s laughter immediately started as his free hand found her ribs.

“N-Nohohoho! Tanekuhuhu—sta-ha-ha-ha-ha!” she giggled, her voice higher pitched now, her legs kicking as she tried to wriggle away. “N-No fair!”

“Four minutes. No mercy,” he declared triumphantly.

He tickled her relentlessly, his fingers working over every vulnerable spot—her sides, her ribs, even the dip under her chin. Maneshi laughed until her cheeks turned red, her hair a mess, her breath short but joyous.

Eventually, he stopped, both of them lying breathless on the bed. Maneshi looked up at him, still catching her breath. “Okay… okay. Truce?”

“Truce,” Taneku agreed with a playful wink, before leaning down and kissing her forehead, then her lips. It was slow, soft, and sweet—a moment that lingered between them, warm and gentle.

For a moment it was perfect..

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“Uhhh, Tachaan?”

Taneku paused (his lips were now untouched) — now gazing at his two older siblings as he turned around. Narisa (26 years) whose black hair was as fabulous as ever and Nate (27 years) who pinched the bridge of his nose.

Yes, He forgot to lock the door.

“BRO THIS IS WHY I KNOCK, NARISA-NÉE, NATE-NII!”

“Yeah, We know” Narisa giggled — gazing at his undeniably, gorgeous fit, then Neshi-chan under his grasp. “It’s just that you need to be cautious before doing that risky move.”

Both Nate and Narisa looked at each other, then back to them.. smirking.

“N-No, DONT THINK OF IT LIKE THAT! WE’RE NOT YET MARRIED OKAY?!” Taneku screamed - huffed, placing his arms to Neshi’s thighs?

“Uhuh.. A honeymoon strat right there.” Nate chuckled.

“NII-SAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!”

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THE END

(Ft. Asahi’s GIF)

[Spoiler!: He’s apologizing bc Taneku told him that Maneshi is ticklish (lol). I think Neshi-san didn’t want to hear that]

[weombyee]

Uhm.. Saw smth random in my gallery and wanted to share it to y’all. (Btw, Maneshi definitely doesn’t love a femboy 👍🏻)

[themyriadmen]

BLOOD. -What types of injuries has your muse sustained? What was the worst?

Maneshi canted his head to the side, considering.

“Most injuries self inflicted - though not out of masochistic intent. Accidents during training, mostly. Spell burns, odd cuts and bruises. Hands are the worst.”

He wiggled them for emphasis, drawing attention to the patchwork of scar tissue running along his digits.

“Worst, though… Mn. Did not leave much a mark, surprisingly. Support beam fell on back, many turns ago. Building on fire, structural integrity compromised. Survived, obviously, but was stiff for moons. Shoulder aches when it is going to rain.”

He turned a dull stare towards the window, where the Limsan sky was busy clouding over for the nth time that week.

“… Aches often.”

[themyriadmen]

Day Twenty Five

Describe your character’s hands. Are they small, long, calloused, smooth, stubby?

{{ In Character }} ::

Maneshi blinked and looked down at his hands. He flexed his fingers a few times, turned them over, blinked again.

“Large,” he said after a moment, “though given height, unsurprising. Calloused - many years using staff. Many scars. Papercuts, burns, purposeful incisions for blood.”

{{ Out of Character }} ::

Despite his scholarly demeanor, Shi has hands that could make a prizefighter flinch. A lifetime dedicated to the arcane has worn on his digits, but so long as he has (some) feeling remaining and the ability to turn the pages of a book, he is a happy lizard.

[themyriadmen]

Day Seventeen

What’s your character’s desk/workspace look like? Are they neat or messy?

{{ In Character }} ::

Shi looked up from the random piles of paperwork, hazardously stacked towers of books and various quills and inkwells.

“Desk is perfectly clean.”

{{ Out of Character }} ::

The phrase of the day is ‘organized chaos.’ Maneshi has a system that works for him. To anyone else it looks like a library vomited onto his desktop. The hypocrisy is, of course, totally lost on him.

[themyriadmen]

Day Thirteen

What does your character’s bed look like when he/she wakes up?

{{ In Character }} ::

“Chaos.”

His eyes held the look of a man who fought bravely but in futility against an overwhelming force. Hollow, haunted, and filled with regret.

“Everyone has favored spot. Favored position. Favored pillow. Favored sheet. Favored blanket. Am only one who does not move in sleep. Bedclothes tangled and twined. Pillows tossed about, or knocked off. Blankets hang off side like waterfalls. I try...”

His voice almost broke.

“Try to keep order. Am... unsuccessful.”

{{ Out of Character }} ::

It’s a large, circular bed that holds four people - three of whom are squirmy - and all their assorted things. Mornings look like a bomb made of comforters and pillows went off.

[themyriadmen]

Day Eight

Day of Favorites! What’s your character’s favorite ice cream flavor? Color? Song? Flower?

{{ In Character }} ::

Maneshi stared dully at the questioner.

“Do not have one. Green. Hoshi’s song. Do not have one.”

{{ Out of Character }} ::

Shi’s not really a man of sentimentality. Or sweets. The things he likes are usually in relation to other things he likes (til recently, that consisted mostly of Hoshi), serving as reminders.

The song referenced is: The Humbling River, by Puscifer.

[themyriadmen]

What habits does each find endearing in each other? || @Aurhik & Maneshi

Aurhik answered first. “He snores.”Maneshi leveled a glare at him. “Thinks he is funny.”“The total butchering of common is also cute.”“Purposefully antagonizes others because he enjoys fighting.”“I do not.”“Hn. Correction. He enjoys losing fights.”“Oi!”