A/N: On my to collect all the Haikyuu characters. - Domestic, a lil bit of angst and a lot of fluff. established relationship. - Tagging @emmyrosee because she loves Meian
“URRRGH!” The sound comes from deep within your chest. If a sound can perfectly encapsulate a feeling, it’s this. It feels freeing to let it out, so you do it again, feel it vibrate in your throat.
The door creaks open. Shūgo peeks his head through.
“Are you okay, baby?” He asks and you shake your head. At that, he pushes the door open and steps inside your office. The loose sweats and his favorite graphic Tee make him look comfy and at ease, a stark difference to your office attire. It’s a Sunday, but an important work meeting has had you holed up in your office instead of your husband’s arms.
“Do you wanna take a break?” He asks, settling on the corner of your desk. It looks a little ridiculous, how he’s perched there, only one asscheek fitting onto the tiny corner. You’re pretty sure he’s doing it to make you smile, a reminder of when you put the office together and he kept climbing onto your desk in ridiculous outfits, trying to get your attention.
“Absolutely, but I still need to fix this mess. The supplier isn’t answering any calls, IT has no clue where the bug is located and I have no clue what I can do, just that I have to fix this, and-”
“Baby,” Shūgo interrupts you gently, his large hands cupping your face. “You need a break. Come, have a cup of coffee with me. We can strategize together.”
“What I need…” you huff, frustration still simmering in your veins, “... is a different job. Something easy, where I don’t need my brain. Something like your job.”
Hurt flashes over his face. You regret your words even before they leave your mouth, but they still slip out.
It used to be a funny joke at the beginning of your relationship, but after a particularly awful loss, Shūgo had confided in you that he no longer found it funny. It’s not an easy job to be a pro athlete, even less when you’re the Captain and everyone sees you as the one responsible for losing a game.
You’d understood it then, but somehow, after years of not even thinking about it, the words still have a mind of their own.
“I’m sorry,” you rush to say just as he opens his mouth. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“How did you mean it?” Shūgo asks. The tone of his voice tells you exactly how hurt he really is. But he’s still the man you married, the man you fell in love with, who never fails to hear you out.
You sigh and close your Laptop with a click. You need to focus on your husband for this.
“When you tell me about the Shenanigans you get in at work it feels like you’ve got a whole crew having your back. It seems like there’s nothing you can do that would make them lose faith in you while my team just waits for me to make a mistake.”
His right hand reaches out and you lean into it, letting the warmth seep into your skin. His eyes are open and vulnerable.
“You make it look so easy, Shūgo.”
“It’s not.”
“I know.” You get out of your chair and step a little closer, in between his legs until your face is pressed against his broad chest. He wraps his arms around you like it’s second nature. Maybe it is. “I wouldn’t survive a day in your job. And I don’t just mean the physical aspect of it. Bokuto’s the only one who listens to me.”
“Ah, I think you could convince Sakusa too. Miya, on the other hand, would be too much of a drama queen for you.”
“I agree.” You nod into his chest. “Can you forgive me for my stupid comment?”
“I can,” he presses a kiss to your temple. “If you promise not to do it again.”
“I’ll do my very best,” you reach out your hand and lift your pinky. “Pinky promise. It slipped out on accident, but I want to do better.”
His pinky links with yours. His other arm slips under your ass.
Before you know it, you’re airborne.
“What are you doing?” You ask, unable to keep from giggling when he moves the two of you toward the doorway.
“Getting you a break. We’re going to discuss that problem at work. I’m sure there’s a solution we can try.”
You don’t argue against it. Instead, you cuddle into his warmth and tell him what you should have said a little earlier.
“I love you.”
-
This barbecue is nothing to be messed with.
You’re wearing one of Shūgo’s old shirts, one that even he won’t miss. Your fingertips are covered in a sticky, yet delicious sauce and your mouth is filled with tender meat. Shūgo’s grinning from one ear to the other, not even bothering to hide the fact that he’s taking pictures of you looking like a chipmunk.
You swallow and point the gnawed-off bone at him. “I can’t eat all of this alone! Also, what’s the point in me treating you to Barbecue if all you do is take pictures?”
“I can’t help it,” he defends himself, “You’re too cute!”
You lean in for a kiss and he meets you halfway. When you pull away, his mouth is covered in the same delicious sauce and it reminds you of the early days of your relationship when you used to wear bright red lipstick. Now that you’re thinking about it, that did look amazing on you. Maybe you should buy yourself a few.
“Babe?” Shūgo’s voice interrupts your silent shopping, “Your phone is ringing.”
Out of instinct, you move to wipe your hands. The caller ID tells you that it's a work call. For a second, you’re tempted to take it. After all, you should probably hear if your solution worked out.
But then, you put it down and return to your plate of ribs.
“Are you not going to take it?”
“No,” you shake your head and take a bite, “It’s Sunday night and I told everyone I wasn’t going to be available.”
You don’t miss the proud smile on his face. His knee knocks into yours and you smile.
“But let’s go back,” you urge when your heart feels like it can’t handle any more mush, “You were telling me about Bokuto’s new attack when you started playing Paparazzi. What was that about?”
“Oh, well, you know how he likes to do cross spikes? He figured out…”
❥ notes ; this one makes my heart HURT but it’s also too fluffy to resist\(//∇//)\
Kurō doesn’t speak when he walks through the door. Instead, he shuts himself inside the bathroom—resorting to texting you ‘sorry kitten, bad day.’ While you’d already noticed thanks to the usual kiss he delivered being absent. This happens occasionally, when Kurō’s had an especially frustrating day or he finds himself in a stressful situation. But he tries his hardest to not have you involved. Saying how this is “his” problem and he doesn’t want to say something mean. Until finally, the exhausted cat exits from being holed up in the bathroom and into your arms. The heavy sigh is enough confirmation to run your fingers through his dark hair. And god is he grateful to come home and sleep on your soft chest. Man is snoring in minutes.
Bokuto very rarely comes home angry. But on those peculiar practices he’ll drop his bag by the door, standing motionlessly in defeat. Nearing the breaking point, and you can tell immediately. “Kou.. hard day?” You say gently, watching as he lifts his head in hopes you won’t see the welling tears; you do. “I’m not good enough.. I did horrible today.” He bites his lip, concealing himself from you. “Baby. Look at me.” You hush, cupping that sweet, adorably precious face in your palms—and the eyes staring back at you utterly break your heart. Bokuto is a tearful angry. “You can be mad, you can cry, but don’t say you’re not good enough. You’re amazing Kou.” Pressing a saccharine kiss to his lips, squeaking in surprise as the ace lifted you up with ease; the once innocent kiss turning hotter—messier. Much less innocent than before. “Kou.. now?” You huff, the latter trailing kisses along your neck as you spoke. “Wanna show you how much you mean to me, how much I don’t deserve you.” And when he said it like that, it was irresistible.
Meian completely ignored you upon arriving home, disappearing into your shared room without a single hello. You assumed he was upset, deciding to focus on the dinner you were preparing. However, all was well till your husband rejected your meal—straight up standing up from the barstool. “I don’t have an appetite.” With tight lips, you speak up before he leaves once again. “Do you want to keep it so you can have it later-“I said I don’t want it.” His tone of voice changing drastically to something venomous. The door slammed as well, abandoning you to clean up the mess with a trembling lip and hurt feelings. When Meian was mad, he didn’t yell—he’d have this horribly mean attitude that broke your heart even more so. But when you texted him a ‘I think I’m gonna stay at my friends tonight, to give you space.’ He knew he’d been too harsh. In actuality, he was beyond guilty for how rude he’d been, but he couldn’t quite figure out how to make it up to you. So as you were asking your way out the door, your husband flew to hug your back. “You don’t know when to stop.” You sigh against him, his warm hands enveloping your hips. “I don’t. So please, stay here with me. I want to make it up to you.” Rest assured he definitely made it up to you.
Suna calls you on his way home on the subway, voice muffled not only from the phone-line, but also his down-cast behavior. “‘Wanna hear your voice..” You smile, this side of Rin was rare—and a gem to your day all the same. “Today was not my day.” He groans, you can hear him walking along the sidewalk leading home. “No luck?” The amused lilt in your voice makes Suna hiss, it’s as if you could see him roll his eyes from your place on the couch. “I hate our coach. It sucks to think I could be with you when I’m stuck there.” He mumbles, cheek pressed to the phone screen as if he’s trying to reach you on the other side. “I think you’ll survive Rinnie. Come home, I want you.” He chokes on his water. “You.. want me? Baby?” His assumption earns a series of shouts from you—denying the way that sentence sounded. “I-I meant to cuddle and watch movies!! Rinnnnn..” Now it was his turn to sound amused, cheekily replying. “I’m almost there, then you can have me any way you want honey.” — “Rin!”
Atsumu notifies Osamu first. It may sound a little strange, I mean, you’re his lover. Yet this is simply for precautious reasons. And once you understand, it reveals the concerned and considerate part of the blonde twin. “Why can’t I work part-time at Onigiri Miya..” Atsumu cursed, Osamu rubbing his temples on the other side. “I wanna strangle that owl sometimes!! He’s way to happy-go lucky. ‘Ya get me?” He pouts, kicking leaves away like a seriously spoiled toddler. “It’s nice that yer taking out yer anger on me and not Y/n ‘Tsumu, but choking someone without their consent is a crime.” Atsumu barks a laugh. “Yah! ‘Samu! You’re kinkier than I thought! Oh, I’m home, bye!” And with that he hangs up, and poor Osamu is left to await his visit the next day. “Angel! I talked to ‘Samu on the way here and guess what he said-“Have you been venting your anger on him to spare me?” This stops the setter in his tracks. Crap. He’s been caught. “Uhh.. nah.” The pathetic lie earns him a ‘cut the crap’ look. “Come to me if you’re fussy, it’s time you spare your brother.” Dragging him to the dinner table as you speak. “Yes angel.. but did you know Osamu’s into choki-OW!”
a/n: another repost, dont look at me, i accidentally tagged this one wrong too
there's something about big men that let you do anything to them. whether that be lifting his hand for you automatically when you want to admire his rings or watch; leaning down for you when his hair is mussed as you try to fix it; lowering his head to better listen to you speak because he just can't quite hear over the noise
he kisses you where you need it too, lets you tug at his hair with weak hands when you're trembling beneath him; lets you dig your nails into his arm by your head; lets you near sob into the hollow of his throat because how could he ever deny you?
Summary: As if a 'normal' period wasn't bad enough...
Shugo dropped his bag in the hallway as he opened the door, eyes squinting in the dim light as he flicked the hallway switch. He couldn't hear you singing in the kitchen like usual, didn't hear the TV blasting a random movie like usual, there was no singing from the bathroom as you sat in the tub surrounded by bubbles.
It was utterly quiet.
He had been a little concerned when you hadn't attended the after game party, you were usually happy to meet his teammates and go out for food. He had trouble keeping Hinata, Bokuto and Atsumu calm while you were around. They were so adamant on showing off and being loud, each of them vying for your attention and causing a scene. But today you had barely spoke to him, one or two word responses to his texts and declining his calls. Instead of staying out with his team he had chosen to leave early and figure out why you were avoiding him so much.
"Babe?"
Head peering around the door he sighed in relief when he saw you lying on the bed curled up on your side. He could hear the small whimpers of distress, each noise tugging at his heart and when he walked over to you, he could feel the wetness on your face from a mixture of tears and sweat. As he squatted down he saw the hot water bottle on your stomach, the plethora of medication on the bedside table and the could see you massaging your stomach in tight circles.
"Sweetheart, why didn't you tell me?"
You shook your head adamantly, you had watched the boys play and celebrated their win at home by yourself. You had been all ready to go out for their post-game meal but your cramps had gone from niggling and irritating to flat out stabbing and devastating. Even after your strongest medications, a heat patch and hot water bottle you could barely move, your boobs were so painful that even your t-shirt against your nipples made you whimper in discomfort.
"Shh, I gotcha. Don't worry."
You couldn't help the whine of pain when the bed dipped, Shugo's hands pulling up your top gently to free your aching breasts. One hand tucked under them to take some of the pressure as he massaged them gently, the other hand rubbing small circles on your stomach. You could feel the heat radiating from his chest against your back, he must have taken his top off and lay behind you. He was always so warm, like your own life sized hot water bottle and had no issues with you using his warmth to ease the pain.
"Any better?"
"A bit... my boobs hurt so much, Meian. And the pills aren't working, I bled through two outfits and got one of your t-shirts dirty too. I'll wash it later, I'm sorry."
"Hey. Hey. Listen to me, do not apologise for this ok? Seeing you in pain kills me and I dont give two shits about my shirt. Just throw the damned thing in the trash, burn it for all I care."
"I just-"
"Baby, listen. Clothes and belongings mean shit all to me, you are the most important person in my life. OK?"
"OK."
Between the warmth of his body and the lull of his voice in your ear, the last thing you recalled was Shugo telling you the crazy antics of the team as your eyes drifted shut and you fell asleep.
┋“You know, no one has ever reached this far.” You said. Both you and him laying on the uncomfortable old bed staring at the ceiling.
It was the second meeting with your parents after he proposed, and knowing your parents, they wanted both of you to stay the night because the distance between your homes is long.
“What do you mean?” He said, sounding sleepy. You turned around and put your head on his chest.
“Every relationship I ever had ended before they met my parents. And one of them did, but my parents hated them so much.” You cringed as you remembered how awkward the meeting was. Both of you stayed quiet for a while until you spoke again.
“I guess you could say you're special.”
You heard him chuckle lightly. Before you could ask why he spoke, “so it's like a video game right? Did I finish the game yet?” He asked, and you chuckled quietly, trying not to wake anyone up.
“No you didn't finish dumbass, we still didn't get married yet.”┋
Sakusa.kiyoomi, Meian.Shūgo, Iwaizumi.Hajime, both miyas, Sachirō.Hirugami.
could y’all write about meian meeting his wife for the first time? like how that encounter led to them falling in love and eventually getting married? maybe like a neighbour and older brother’s friend kind of au??
thanks a bunch, hope that it’s okay for me to request!! I love your works 😍😘
Request - My Love, My Life
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Meian Shūgo x f!reader
includes: FLUFF, timeskip spoilers (kinda?), neighbour au, big brother's best friend au, engagement uwu
wc: 1.2k words!
a/n: HAHAH NO WORRIES, MY DEAR!! Thank you for this cute and fluffy request :D came just in time cuz I was also thinking of writing something for everyone's favourite man. Hope that you'll enjoy this!! -Jo
It seemed that everywhere Meian Shūgo looked, it was always the same person captivating him.
You, his best friend's younger sister. You, his childhood friend and the adorable little princess next door. You, the plague of his life.
Meian was but a wee little boy of three when you entered the world seven days prior to his third birthday. He knows because he was having a playdate at home, with your older brother in attendance, as well as several other kindergarten friends of his.
He remembers it as clear as day. His parents were excited at the birth of a new baby in the neighbourhood, and they were also close friends of your parents. Your brother was also rushed to the hospital with your grandparents as your mother conceived you laboriously. Your father was already at your mother's side as you emerged, a baby of three point seven kilogrammes, with a pinkish hue to your pudgy little cheeks.
Meian had the opportunity to see the miracle of life at the age of three. Although he could only see you through the glass panels, he knew that he would grow to love you, and to cherish you.
You were finally a decade old.
Thirteen-year-old Meian was plagued by your presence. A tiny child of ten who often intruded into his time with your older brother, be it studying simple geometry or playing computer games, you were always there.
Back then, your voice was rather annoying, Meian would think. He was rather glad that he had younger brothers. They didn't speak as much, or scream or squeal as much.
Despite all that, Meian always knew that he had a soft spot for you. He could never say no to you, nor ignore you like an older brother would.
But, that's who he's supposed to be, right?
Just another older brother of yours though the both of you were technically unrelated by blood?
He was barely a teenager, still considered a young boy.
He would wait until he's older to think about all that.
Meian had made his decision.
He would avoid you as much as he could from now on.
You had blossomed into a bright young lady at the age of seventeen. Every time he saw you, inexplicable emotions would rouse within him, making him feel vulnerable and partially hopeless.
He was now a boy of twenty, a university student with a scholarship in volleyball. He had plans to become a professional volleyball player. And if that didn't work out, he could bounce back on his double degrees of accountancy and business.
He couldn't imagine that other life though. Sitting behind a screen in some fancy office doing paperwork. Boring, mundane stuff.
He recalls an interesting encounter with you in his third year of university.
He was seated in a café near school, earphones plugged into his ears while he was typing out digits on an Excel spreadsheet. He hadn't even noticed your presence until you tugged his headphones out in a most unladylike manner.
The sun's rays were highlighting the floral patterns of your summer dress and the distinct brown of your plaited hair. And then, he saw you frown.
Uh oh.
"Why have you been avoiding me? It's the holidays but you've yet to come say hi. Is it because of school? Or did you have an argument with my brother? Or are you mad at me? Cuz if you are, I don't know what I've done but I'm sorry and I just want things to go back to normal," you said that all in one breath.
Meian merely adjusted his spectacles while absorbing all the questions you'd suddenly bombarded him with.
Then, it hit him.
You were now twenty. You were now in university.
You were now right in front of him.
"Y- y/n? What are you doing here?" Meian's confused expression and mildly amused smile unravelled something within you. The corners of his lips had tilted upward, a glint of pleasant surprise evident in his eyes.
Fiddling with the sleeves of your floral sundress, you settled into the grey armchair across Meian and took a deep breath.
"Actually, I- I have something to tell you," Meian watched as you trembled slightly beneath his gaze.
Your lips were rosy from how much you were nibbling on them.
Meian had noticed that.
Now thinking of taking you into his arms and hugging you tightly, Meian sighed as he removed his spectacles, his attention now set entirely upon you.
You weren't looking at his face. You were nervous, was what he had deduced.
You eventually looked up and glanced into his eyes, your pupils sparkling with newfound confidence, cheeks pink as cherry blossoms.
"I love you. And I have, since our childhood. I- I actually had a whole speech on how I could have said this to you, but just seeing you again after so long... It made me forget the words I had planned to say."
"I know that you probably see me as, well, a younger sister, but I don't see you as an older brother. I see you as the kind boy who had helped me in all my years of life, a confidant of mine, and someone I wish to spend the rest of my life with. I know that you'll be graduating soon, and you may not reciprocate my feelings for you, but I just wanted to tell you first lest I lost my opportunity to do so after you've left uni."
Meian took approximately three seconds to digest everything you had just said.
Then he stood up, arms stretched out to bring you into his warm embrace. Now that he had you, he'll never let go of you ever again.
That was his conviction, as he gazed lovingly into your eyes before pressing his lips against yours.
I love you too.
It's been three years since Meian has gone pro and your final year of university.
Three years of dating with a lifetime's worth of memories shared between the two of you.
It had been a wild ride for the both of you, Meian thought in hindsight. Glancing once again at the engagement ring he had gotten for you, he grinned before sliding the tiny box back into his pocket.
Today was the day he had first met you - your birthday.
Glancing back into your childhood home where you and your family members and close friends were conversing excitedly at your small, intimate birthday bash, he made his way back to your side.
All you could visualise was Meian getting onto one knee in his immaculate tux, large hands opening a small velvet box as an intricate diamond ring was revealed to you. Exuberant cheers sounded all around you before Meian opened his mouth to ask,
"Will you marry me, my love?"
Of course, you said yes! to him.
I love you, Meian Shugo, my love and my life.
PS: sorry this took so long but thank you for your patience, anon :”)) we love you so much! We've all been super busy with school but I hope that you'll enjoy this chapter after so long :)
- Jo and Lyssa
(p.s. sorry, was in emo mode while typing this out -Jo)
A/N: I had this exact dream but with Atsumu. I wanted to try and write for Meian, cuz he hot as hell. Also, I don’t know if Japanese Pro Volleyball Teams have Managers, but in this story they do. Enjoy :) +18
words: 5145
genre: a lil‘ angst, fluff, smut in the beginning
warnings: sex dream, cursing
Shūgo Meian x Reader “Dream A Little Of Me”
“Oh (Y/N)... that feels so good… yeah j-just like that. Holy shit! O-Ohh…” Meian moans heavily with your wandering touches.
His broad chest rises and falls fast, his mind is all over the place.
Your skilled tongue swirls around the head of his long cock, making it twitch with need and he blissfully pants as precum starts dripping from the tip.
”(Y/N) please… stop teasing me… I want to fuck you so bad.” Meian tangles his hand in your hair and tugs on it occasionally. His other hand fists the sheets of the bed.
You willingly let go of his cock, making a ‘pop’ noise as you retreated from his form.
A mix string of saliva and precum connects your wet lips and his tip and Meian throws his head back in satisfaction, trying to calm his breathing.
Looking at him with a glint in your eyes, you crawl onto his lap, placing each leg next to his waist.
Meian stares at you with flushed cheeks, a small smile growing on the corner of his lips.
Small hands resting on his ripped abdomen, you begin to sit down on him with a dreamy sigh, feeling him stretch your insides out.
Gasping at his enormous size, he too, moans shakily at the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him.
”Hah, hah. Gosh your pussy feels amazing!”, scrunching his face in gratification, he places his giant hands on your hips, grasping them tightly.
Meian opens his eyes and looks at you with pure love and adoration.
”(Y/N)… I love y-“ , Meian’s voice stops suddenly and you hear your annoying alarm going off.
You wake up with a startling gasp, scooching back and moving to sit up against your headboard as you try to calm your breathing and your racing heart.
Unbelievable, this is now the third time you dreamed about the MSBY’s Captain like this.
Rubbing your hands over your face, you groan in sexual frustration as you replay the images in your head over a naked Shūgo Meian confessing his feelings for you.
Just everything about that guy is perfect. His smile, his stature, his personality, he’s just a dream come true.
As a Captain of a Pro Volleyball team, he is strict with his teammates and is not afraid to scold three certain rascals for their shenanigans every day from time to time.
Yet, as the Manager of MSBY, he never raised his voice or scolded you in any way.
Even if you quite fucked up the first couple weeks when you started there, he always gives you a smile and tells you not to worry about it.
For example, you accidentally shrunk Meian’s jersey in the wash once and when you were telling him about it, waiting and bracing for a long and harsh lecture to come, he just looked really pained when he said that you shouldn’t worry about it, that he will just tell the Coach to order a new one.
When those words came out of his mouth, everyone, even the unapproachable Sakusa, looked in pure shock at the interaction between Meian and you.
Bokuto, Hinata and Atsumu gaped with open mouths as they got scolded once for just being two minutes late for training and you didn’t even get the slightest glare for being 20 minutes late.
You have been their Manager for about five months now, the daily routine now easy as a breeze to you.
It happened like two months ago when you started developing a crush on the raven-haired man.
Unfortunately you remember this day as if it happened yesterday.
Everyone was done with training, headed straight to the showers and left the Volleyball gym in a hurry. Or so you thought.
It was around 18:00 and training officially ended 30 minutes ago. Guessing that all the players have already left since it was so quiet, you use your key to go into the locker room to collect the dirty and sweaty jerseys from the washing basket that evening.
Noticing the door was still unlocked, you didn’t think much of it, simply deciding that Meian forgot to lock the room after he left.
When you entered the still light up locker room you didn’t expect a half-naked Meian to be standing in front of his locker with just a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist.
Your eyes followed the water droplets as they ran down on the massive muscles on his torso and stomach, watched as they got soaked into the towel.
Meian turned his head in your direction and stared at you in shock but it was more the curiosity than shock that showed on his face.
After a few seconds, you felt an extraordinary heat blow up on your face and you let out a small scream as you turned around and left as quickly as you entered.
Meian stared dumbfounded at the door where you left and heard a small amount of apologies getting quieter and quieter.
He just chuckled at your behavior and resumed changing.
Once he was done, he saw you waiting outside and it was pouring down.
Wanting to clear the awkward air after the embarrassing encounter, he approached you and offered to walk you home but as soon your ears picked up on his voice, your eyes were wide and you told him off, saying you were going to miss your train.
Meian tried to stop you but you were already sprinting to the train station in the rain saying you were going to be fine on your own.
The Middle Blocker stared sadly after your retreating form and kicked a trash can over in frustration. The loud bang of the trash can falling down on the pavement echoed in the silent night.
Some of the trash landed on the floor and after he heaved out a deep sigh he picked up the trash and put it back in before he went home.
Meian has been developing feelings for you ever since you started and those feelings only started to grow the more time he spent talking to you. And now he thinks he blew his chance of getting closer to you.
Ever since that incident, you have been avoiding him like a pest. Always walking in a different direction whenever he is near, not talking to him any way except when it’s absolutely necessary, it’s almost driving him insane.
Meian thought he had a good relationship with you but your sudden strange and distant behavior makes him think you had a change of heart.
He honestly thought you liked him the same way he liked you. Maybe his mind was just playing tricks on him but nonetheless he decided to leave you alone.
His teammates notice the relationship change between you two, making it feel like two parents who had a bitter divorce because the other one got custody over the children.
Inunaki and Tomas notice it first when they have a small three-on-three match together after an intense training match.
They both take a drink from their water bottles, wiping the sweat off of their necks with towels which you handed out earlier.
Watching you pick up the scattered volleyballs around the court, Meian is about to grab the one you’re about to pick up and your eyes make contact with his dark ones.
For a moment, neither of you say anything, simply staring at each other.
All of sudden, you straighten up and walk around him with a neutral expression on your face, still not saying anything, beginning to collect the used towels on the floor left by Atsumu and Bokuto.
Meian’s remorseful gaze follows your figure and he breathes out slowly and closes his eyes, grabbing the ball with his hands and throws it into the volleyball cart.
Inunaki nudges Tomas with his elbow, gaining the Middle Blocker’s attention.
“Did something happen between Cap and (Y/N)?” He questions him.
Tomas looks at you and then Meian, before he answers with a clueless shrug of his shoulders.
“Don’t know about Cap but I just feel like (Y/N) is lately more quiet than usual.”
“Yeah but like a couple of weeks ago, they were talking so much and seemed really friendly towards each other. Then just like that-”, he snaps his fingers, “they act like complete strangers.”
Tomas thinks for a few moments before he decides to speak up again.
“Maybe something DID happen between them that causes them to behave like that. I mean look at them, they are acting like they’ve never interacted with one another.”
Atsumu appears and joins their conversation. He rests his sweaty arm on Inunaki’s shoulder as he leans against him.
“What we talkin’ ‘bout?” the sandy-blonde asks and Inunaki grimaces at the gesture but doesn’t shrug him off.
Tomas begins to answer.
“We’ve just been talking about how Meian and (Y/N) have been acting differently toward each other. Almost like there’s a visible tension hanging in the air.”
Atsumu grins at that, not being able to refrain the next words from spilling out.
“Ya think they fucked? Maybe he didn’t give ‘er a good time and she tries ta avoid ‘im cuz of it.” The Setter laughs.
The Libero and Middle Blocker’s faces change into disbelief and disgust and Inunaki shrugs Atsumu off.
“Meian doesn’t strike me as the type to just sleep with someone to just get their dick wet. Unlike you of course.” Tomas grins cheekily at Atsumu and he scowls at him.
“Fuck off.” The blonde man spits at him before walking off.
Inunaki shakes his head at their behavior and looks back at you.
You’re looking troubled, almost sad as you collect the towels together from Bokuto and Hinata as they hand you their black towels as well.
The energetic duo seems to notice your expression and their smiles drop immediately as they ask you what is troubling you with concerned faces.
You just shake your head and wave them off, walking away to resume your duties.
Hinata and Bokuto share a look of worry but leave you be.
The Wing Spikers walk into the direction of the locker room of the MSBY Jackals followed by the rest of the teammates.
Inunaki and Tomas both agree that they should ask their Captain in the locker rooms about his and your tense body language and silent treatments lately.
Coach Foster has also noticed your change of attitude as well, your usual cheerful expression replaced by a dark cloud of sadness looming over you.
Walking over to you, he tries to indulge in a talk with you.
”(Y/N)? You okay? The guys didn’t say anything mean or inappropriate to you did they?” Foster starts.
Startled by his sudden voice, you turn around to him with a small smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.
“Y-Yeah I am fine, having some private trouble sir.”
He purses his lips at your answer and advises you to leave the trouble at home and not bring it to work.
Accepting his advice you apologize for your behavior and you promise him to be in a better mood tomorrow.
~ At the same time in the locker room ~
The team members of MSBY are all freshly showered, getting dressed and ready to go home.
Meian rubs his head dry with a towel and Tomas and Inunaki share a quick glance before nodding to each other.
Tomas clears his throat and Meian whips his head and his direction with an arched eyebrow.
“Yeah? Did you need something?” Meian asks him.
“Uhh…” , he begins.
Tomas turns his head to look at Inunaki and he just sends him a thumbs up with an unsure smile as encouragement.
Meian looks at Inunaki, back to Tomas and begins to get slightly irritated at his teammate’s behavior.
”Well?” Meian starts to get impatient and Tomas is not used to this side of him.
“Inunaki and I were wondering if something happened between you and (Y/N). We just feel like you had such great chemistry with her and it’s like the next day, you’re acting like you don’t know each other.”
Bokuto, Hinata, Atsumu and even Sakusa slow down their movements, quite intrigued by what the raven-haired Middle Blocker has to say.
Meian stops for a second, pondering what to say.
”I don’t know.” He begins.
“You know when I had to stay behind to clean the mess you guys left in the locker room? (Y/N) saw me while I was there. She’s been distant since.” The spiky black-haired Middle Blocker explains.
Questions started flowing through the room immediately, not acknowledging the fact that Meian was pissed about the dirty laundry that they left on the floor for you to clean up.
”Woah did she see you naked??” Wide golden eyes stare in amazement at Meian.
“Did she confess to you or something?” Hinata suggests with stars in his eyes.
“Please tell me you didn’t sleep with her in here, I am going to kill you if you did.” Sakusa scrunches his face in disgust and anger.
”Was yer size really that disappointin’?” Atsumu teases with a shit-eating grin.
Meian looks at his team and puts on his MSBY sweats, only giving one answer.
”No we didn’t do anything inappropriate, she just saw me in a towel and ran out like the room was on fire.”
Silence, followed by some laughter from Atsumu’s and Bokuto’s side.
“Is that it? Then why do you look so down about it?” Barnes finally joins the group, already dressed and ready to go.
Meian blows air through his nose, looking at Barnes with tired eyes.
“I like her. A lot. Maybe more than I’d care to admit. But now I feel like I ruined my chances with her.”
Atsumu leans against the locker next to Meian’s and starts taunting him.
”Awww she don’ wan yer dick? Is that why ya been so pissy lately bro?”
Meian doesn’t look at Atsumu and puts on a fresh new shirt from his locker.
Still ignoring his teammates, he puts his bag over his shoulder and leaves the locker room without a word of goodbye, slamming the door on his way out.
Everybody gapes at the Captain’s reaction, if you could even call that a reaction and turn to glare at their Setter.
Atsumu is aware of everyone’s eyes on him and he just says cluelessly with wide eyes “What?” when he glimpses in the round.
Bokuto’s excited deep voice breaks the silence.
”I think they’re SO cute together!” Bokuto puts his hands over his heart and sighs dreamily.
”So do I! Maybe we can convince them to talk together!” Hinata suggests.
“Are you serious? Are you going to play matchmaker?” The curly dark-haired Outside Hitter asks Hinata in a ridiculous tone when he puts on a fresh mask from his bag.
“Omi you should totally participate! Consider this a team building exercise!“ Bokuto beams.
“Yeah Omi-Omi! Join the group of ‘Match made in Heaven’!” Atsumu adds.
“No.” Sakusa says bluntly and leaves the locker rooms without another word.
”I don’t think we should snoop our noses in their mess. They are both adults after all, they need to sort this out themselves.” Barnes swings his bag over his shoulder and bids his teammates goodbye.
Tomas, Atsumu, Bokuto, Inunaki and Hinata are the only ones left now in the changing room.
“Well you can definitely count us in.“ Inunaki smiles at his teammates with a supportive thumbs up and a wide grin, while Tomas just nods his head in agreement with a small smile on his face.
“Awesome! Let operation ‘Jackal Love‘ spring into action!“ The white-haired boasts his fists in the air with a massive grin on his excited face.
“Shōyō, text ‘er ta meet ‘us’ tomorrow at Ninja Ramen. She’ll probably answer ya unlike the rest of us. Besides Bokkun, ya have da best connection with her.” Atsumu puts the word ‘us’ in a quotation with his fingers.
Hinata takes out his phone and starts to write the message to you, while the remaining MSBY members peeking over his shoulder to read what he types down.
~ Back to you ~
You finish putting the clean towels away and walk your way home in the cold dark without saying goodbye to the team.
Sitting in the cold train wagon, you wrap your black fluffy winter jacket closer to your body, trying to stay warm.
You feel a vibration in the pocket of your jacket, signaling you got a text. Grabbing the phone out, you unlock it to open the message from Hinata.
> Sunshineball #2 ☀️ 17:48 <
‘(Y/N)!!! We are all going out for dinner tomorrow night! Wear something pretty! 😃’
> You 17:50 <
‘Sorry Shōyō 😕 I am usually pretty tired after work, maybe another time 😊’
Hinata pouts at your answer, showing the others your reply.
“Be a lil‘ bit more persistent bro!“ Atsumu tells Hinata.
Hinata thinks for a moment, before he starts typing again.
> Sunshineball #2 ☀️ 17:51 <
‘Awww c’mon! 😭😭 Bo and I will be very sad otherwise! 🥲’
Thinking for a few moments, you actually agree. You haven’t been out in a while and the constant hiding from Meian has been tiring you out.
> You 17:59 <
‘Alrighty then 🤗 What time and where?’
> Sunshineball #2☀️ 18:00 <
‘Let’s say 18:00 @Ninja Ramen 🍜 !!’
> You 18:01 <
‘👌🏻💞’
When the rest of the MSBY Jackals read your message they all cheer loudly and text their Captain to be there at the same time.
~ The next day ~
It’s 17:15 and Coach Foster decided to let everyone go home early today since it’s Friday. Atsumu has asked his brother for help to reserve a table at Ninja Ramen, since Osamu‘s girlfriend owns the place. Thankfully she is a really nice person and immediately agreed to the plan, much to Osamu‘s dismay that she is being too nice to Atsumu.
The operation “Jackal Love” starts now. The matchmakers except Meian, you and the non-participant Sakusa, know about their hooking-up-plan.
As everyone gets ready to go home, Hinata and Bokuto have been excited all day long, getting on Sakusa‘s nerves.
Once Meian hits the showers, Sakusa walks over to Hinata with an aggravated scowl.
“Will you stop it?! Your constant twitching and giddiness is getting on my nerves!“
Sakusa‘s foul mood doesn’t scare Hinata in the slightest.
”Ahhh I am sorry I can’t! I am so excited for (Y/N) and Meian’s date tonight!” The orange haired Wing Spiker gloats.
Sakusa’s scowl changes into disbelief and he whips his head into Bokuto’s and Atsumu’s direction.
”You’re joking right? You didn’t seriously set those two up for tonight.“ The Outside Hitter hisses at them.
“Why not? It’s ‘bout damn time somethin’ happened between ‘em. I cannot take their sexual tension anymore.“ Atsumu defends.
Sakusa scoffs in disgust and leaves the locker room to go home. Before he exits the room though, Bokuto calls after him.
“Omi! I will keep you updated on the lovebirds!“
Sakusa doesn’t reply and closes the door.
Inunaki waves his teammates over in a hurried manner and the rest gets changed quickly before moving over to their Libero.
“Okay guys, Meian will be out of the showers in a little bit, we only have a few minutes. So here’s the plan again. Meian and (Y/N) will meet each other at Ninja Ramen in about 45 minutes. What are you all going to say or write in the group chat when the clock strikes 18:00?“ Inunaki asks in the round.
“Samu needed help movin’ somethin’.“ Atsumu answers easily.
“The new Call of Duty Game came out and Bokkun and I forgot to pick it up and we only have today to pick it up before they send it back!“ Hinata adds.
“I twisted my ankle in the subway and Barnes needs to drive me home.“ Tomas sighs while crossing his arms over his chest.
Inunaki nods happily with every answer, giving his own reply after Tomas‘ answer.
“Great! Now let’s all get out of here!“ The light-haired Libero shoos the rest of the team out, except Meian who just turned the shower off.
Walking into the locker room with a black towel around his waist, Meian notices that it’s deadly quiet.
Not thinking much of it, he changes into a long-sleeved black polo shirt along with a pair of black ripped jeans and black-and-white All Star sneakers.
Spraying some perfume on him, he finishes packing his bag and heads out towards his car.
Noticing that some of the cars of the players are gone, Meian thinks that his teammates are already on their way to the restaurant.
After 15 minutes, Meian arrives in front of the colorful LED sign that reads ‘NINJA RAMEN’ in cursive writing.
What’s weird though is, that no members of the Jackals are in front of the restaurant.
The shop is open and he sees waiters walking around but he doesn’t see any familiar faces.
While Meian waits in his car, little rain droplets begin to fall on his windshield, the sound gently disturbing the silence.
After about 8 minutes of waiting, the time now being 17: 55, Meian gets out of his car and while he is walking towards the restaurant, he takes his phone out of his pocket and texts his teammates.
‘MSBY Jackals 🐾’
> Me <
Where are you guys? Aren’t we meeting at 18:00 @Ninja Ramen?
> Pestilence #1 <
Ahh sorry cap, Bo and I had to pick up the new COD game!
They would have sent it back otherwise and I already paid for it…
We won’t be able to make it sorry!😕
> Pestilence #2 <
What he said 🤩☝🏻
> Pestilence #3 <
Samu needed help movin a new cabinet into his apartment,
sorry it was last minute won’t make it either sorry 🤐
> Sakusa <
I am not coming anyway.
> Me <
Are you serious??😡 Barnes? Tomas? Inunaki?
> Barnes <
Adriah twisted his ankle badly in the subway, taking him home
we won’t make it either
> Inunaki <
Yeah my dog ate something bad I have to take him to the vet sorry
> Me <
Well I am going home then if no one is coming…
> Pestilence #3 <
(Y/N) is comin tho. Just have dinner with her 😁
As Meian is about to turn around and leave, you show up.
Slightly drenched from the sudden rain, you tighten your jacket a little bit more around yourself.
Taking your headphones out of your ears you give him a tight smile and pack your headphones away into your bag.
‘’Where is everyone? We are both on time” you question him.
Meian heaves out a deep sigh before he answers you.
“They bailed on us, it’s just you and me. I hope that’s okay” The Captain rubs his neck nervously.
Honestly, you could scream right now. Out of excitement or frustration, you’re not really sure about that.
Somehow you get the feeling that the scheming members of your team have something to do with this.
Nonetheless, you give him a small smile and nod.
Meian returns your smile and opens the door for you to enter first. The doorbell chimes softly with your arrival.
Quietly thanking him for opening the door, you walk in and that amazing smell of Ramen broth is immediately hitting your nose.
You can feel your stomach grumbling and Meian follows you inside.
It is a busy night, a lot of people are occupying the tables, laughing and drinking with family or friends.
A waitress comes around the corner and greets the both of you warmly, she beckons you to follow her, while she carries two menus in her hands.
As you both sit down, she puts the menus on your table and writes down the drinks you and Meian have ordered.
It is quiet for a while, neither of you know how to start the conversation or in other words how to address the elephant in the room.
“Meian I -”, “(Y/N) listen -” you both start.
“Go ahead.” He beckons you.
You weren’t exactly sure where to start. Apologizing seems the best way to start the conversation.
“I just want to start by saying how sorry I am to have burst in the locker rooms the other day. I-I thought everyone has already left and I didn’t expect to see you still in there. Naked. B-Barely covered.” Squeaking like a shy little mouse, your voice gets quieter at the end of your sentence.
You can feel your cheeks and your neck heating up like crazy and you don’t have the nerve to look at the Captain's face.
For a few seconds Meian is not saying anything until he chuckles a little bit and leans forward to meet your eyes that are still focused on the table.
“(Y/N). (Y/N), look at me. Please.” He pleads in a soft voice.
You force yourself to look up, straighten your posture and he gives you a warm smile with a look of adoration and… something else you can’t quite place.
His pupils are dilated as he stares at you.
Only a person in deep love would look at another person like Meian is looking at you right now.
“It was just the wrong time at the wrong place. Accidents happen.” He begins.
The waitress comes back with your drinks and writes down your order of two dishes of Miso Ramen with pork.
Leaving you two alone again, Meian continues where he was left off.
He clears his throat and a small blush decorates his cheeks. Looking at his massive hands, he fidgets a little bit before looking at you again.
“I just wanted to apologize as well. I am sorry that I didn’t talk to you after the incident happened. I just felt you’re too uncomfortable around me and I didn’t want to make it worse.”
“You don’t make me uncomfortable at all! I just… I really like you Meian. I thought if I didn’t talk to you anymore my feelings for you would disappear.” Quickly realizing what you just said your eyes feel like they bulge out of your sockets and you place your hands against your face to hide the shame.
“Please ignore what I just said. This was a bad idea.” You try to get up and leave but Meian snatches your wrist before you can disappear.
“No! Wait! Please don’t walk away again! I feel the same way about you (Y/N)” The Middle Blocker confesses.
Did you hear that right? The Captain of a professional Volleyball team likes you too?!
You sit down again but Meian doesn’t let go of your hands, instead he tightens his hold around them.
“I liked you for quite some time now, I was just honestly sure you didn’t like me in the same way. But you have no idea how happy it makes me right now to hear you say that.” He begins to lace your fingers together with his gorgeous smile.
You blush at his comment and as you are about to reply, the waitress comes with your mouth-watering ramen.
It is now a very nice atmosphere, the two of you talking about your favorite shows, your high school lives and about the team.
After dinner is over, Meian pays for your guys’ food and opens the door for you like the gentleman he is.
It is still pouring outside and you turn towards each other, getting wet by the rain.
The temperature has cooled down, making your breaths visible to the eye. Yet the cold doesn’t bother either of you. The thought of knowing that you return each others’ feelings makes your heart warm enough.
“So… I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Meian.” You stare into his dark eyes while rubbing your cold hands together.
“Call me Shūgo. Do you want me to drive you home? My car is right over there.” He suggests.
“No it’s okay the train station is not far from here.” You assure him.
Meian steps a little bit closer to you and takes your cold hands into his warm ones.
“I know this seems kind of forward… but ever since I saw you for the first time, I really wanted to kiss you. Can I?” He whispers, his face coming closer to yours.
You answer him by removing your hands from his and stand on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him towards you.
Feeling his soft lips against yours makes your body explode in fireworks. Meian envelopes his arms around your hips and pulls you even closer to him.
The rain makes this kiss even better, it feels more romantic, more intimate.
The two of you continue to kiss, feeling his tongue trying to enter your mouth, you grant him access and the Captain begins to explore your mouth.
Fingers carding through his now very wet hair, he sighs heavily and swallows your moans.
Finally pulling apart from each other what feels like an eternity, you are both panting and smiling at each other like idiots in love. Which you are.
“Do you want to come back to my place?” He grins at you cheekily.
“So bad.” You grin back and follow him to his car.
-Le next day -
Everyone except Meian is already in the locker room the next morning. Oddly enough no one questions it because they can already guess why the Captain is late.
As soon as the rest enters the gym, they are greeted by the sight of gross PDA between their Captain and their manager.
You try to push Meian away with a blush and a smile on your face as he follows you around trying to hug you.
“Shūgo, stop it! They will be here any second” you scold him in a laughing voice.
“No can do baby, you’re just so soft. Wanna hug you all the time.” He wraps his strong arms around your waist from behind and peppers your cheek with his soft kisses, making you giggle like a fourteen-year old in love.
No one says anything. They just stand by the entrance and watch in a mix of happiness, cringe and disgust at the sight.
Sakusa turns to his teammates with a pissed expression, as begins to walk in.
“This is all your fault. I would rather take the silent treatment act over this any day.”
“What have we done?” Inunaki asks with a shuddering voice.
