Summary: the whole team knows how yaku likes long hair. So seeing him with you confused everyone, miscommunication at its finest.
Wc: 979 could be wrong tho
A/n: i had a few things crowding my notes app so i js had to c&p this into tumblr. Tryna free up room my icloud storage is actually dying. Im not sure how to feel abt this one
You stood at the edge of the Nekoma gym, fingers twisting nervously through the ends of your long hair. It fell past your shoulders in soft waves, something you’d always been proud of. But lately, it felt like a glaring mismatch. Yaku Morisuke—your boyfriend of three months—had a well-known preference for girls with short hair. Everyone on the team knew it. He’d mentioned it offhandedly once during practice, laughing about how “short hair just looks cleaner on the court,” and the rest of the guys had ribbed him endlessly about it.
Yet here you were. With him. And your hair brushing your waist.
At first, it didn’t bother you. Yaku had chosen you. He’d asked you out after weeks of shy glances during your visits to watch their practices, his cheeks flushed as he mumbled something about how your smile made up for all the chaos on the court. But the team’s reactions… those were starting to wear on you.
“Hey, Yaku! Your girlfriend’s here again,” Lev called out one afternoon, his tall frame loping over with that easy grin. His eyes flicked to your hair, then back to Yaku. “Still rocking the long look, huh?”
Kenma glanced up from his game, golden eyes narrowing slightly in that unreadable way of his. “Didn’t think that was your type.”
Inuoka bounced on his heels nearby. “Yeah, man. Remember that girl from the training camp? The one with the bob? You said she looked cool.”
You forced a smile, pretending to adjust the strap of your bag. Yaku rolled his eyes and shoved Lev lightly. “Shut up, you idiots. Hair doesn’t matter.” But the words felt thin in the air, and the teammates exchanged glances—confused, almost skeptical. Like they were waiting for Yaku to come to his senses.
You started making excuses after that. Skipping a few practices. Telling Yaku you had homework or club stuff. In reality, you were spiraling. Every time you showed up, the confusion lingered. Kai gave you polite but distant nods. Yamamoto avoided eye contact altogether, muttering about “Yaku’s standards.” It wasn’t outright mean—Nekoma was a family—but the undercurrent was clear: you didn’t fit the image they’d built of Yaku’s ideal girl.
One evening, after a particularly grueling practice, you waited outside the gym like always. Your hair was tied back today, but strands had escaped, framing your face. Yaku jogged out, towel around his neck, his sharp eyes lighting up when he saw you. He pulled you into a quick hug, sweaty but warm.
“Missed you at practice yesterday,” he said, voice low. “Everything okay?”
You nodded against his shoulder, but the knot in your chest tightened. “Your team… they don’t seem to like me much.”
Yaku pulled back, frowning. “What? That’s not true.”
“They keep bringing up your ‘type.’ Short hair. The girl from the camp. It’s like they’re wondering why you’re with me.” Your voice cracked just a little, the slight sting of insecurity bleeding through. You tucked a long lock behind your ear self-consciously. “Maybe they’re right. I don’t want to be the one who doesn’t fit.”
For a second, Yaku’s expression flickered—surprise, then something softer, almost pained. He took your hand, squeezing it. “Come on. Let’s talk inside.”
The gym was mostly empty now, just a few stragglers packing up. Yaku didn’t let go of your hand as he called out to the remaining teammates. “Hey! Group huddle for a sec.”
Lev perked up. Kenma sighed but closed his game. Even Yamamoto paused mid-stretch.
“What’s up, captain?” Lev teased.
Yaku shot him a glare but kept his grip steady on you. “You’ve all been weird around her. The comments about hair. Spill it.”
The silence stretched awkwardly. Then Kai cleared his throat. “We weren’t trying to be rude. Just… surprised, that’s all. You’ve talked about short hair forever. Figured it was a dealbreaker.”
“Yeah,” Inuoka added sheepishly. “We like her! She’s nice and cheers loud. But we thought maybe you were… I dunno, settling? Or that it’d bother you eventually.”
Your stomach dropped. Settling. The word echoed.
Yaku let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his own messy hair. “You morons. I said I liked short hair on girls. Past tense. Before I met her.” He glanced at you, eyes fierce and sincere. “Her hair’s beautiful. Long, short—doesn’t matter. It’s her. She shows up to every match, remembers our plays better than half of you, and puts up with my crap after losses. That’s what I care about.”
He turned fully to you, voice dropping. “I’m sorry I didn’t shut it down sooner. I thought they were just joking around like always. But you… you’re not some placeholder. I love you exactly like this. Hair and all.”
Heat rushed to your face. The team shifted, looking properly chastised.
Lev scratched his head. “Sorry… We didn’t mean to make you feel bad. Welcome to the team for real, Yaku’s girl.”
Kenma gave a small nod. “Yeah. It’s fine.”
Yamamoto grinned awkwardly. “Your hair looks strong. Like a lion’s mane. Fits Nekoma.”
You laughed despite yourself, the tension unraveling. Yaku’s hand was still in yours, thumb brushing reassuringly over your knuckles. The slight angst that had been gnawing at you for weeks melted under his steady gaze.
Later, as the two of you walked home under the streetlights, Yaku tugged gently on a strand of your long hair. “Don’t ever think you don’t fit. You’re the best thing on my court—off it too.”
You leaned into his side, heart full. “Even with the long hair?”
“Especially with it,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “It gives me something to play with when we’re like this.”
The confusion from his teammates faded into background noise. What mattered was Yaku’s quiet certainty, the way he looked at you like you were his perfect match—no caveats, no preferences required. Just you.
Here are some more realistic Haikyu!! Boys! And here are the main Nekoma boys! Kenma's hair took fo fucking ever omg. Lev is so attractive omg I'm so proud of him.
Can I make a request to omegaverse au where nekoma team have an omega manager?
Okay so I think everyone on Nekoma’s team are Alphas except for Yaku and Fukunaga who I think are Beta’s
So with that out of the way, let’s beginnn
The team absolutely ADORES you
But good luck with that lmao, cuz you got so many alphas that just want to protect you from everything
Like they practically act as your body guards during tournaments, especially Yamamoto who literally growls at anyone that glances your way
And during school— there’s always at least one of them following you around
And you’re so unbothered by it by your third year, that you often forget that they tend to do that
”Um... why is that first year alpha following you around?” “Hm? Oh Inuoka? Just ignore him”
You’re relationship with each of them is all a little different
Kuroo loves to brag about you but gets very protective when someone compliments you
”Our little manager over there is the best at her job” “Yeah, she’s also really cute—“ “Say that again and you’ll be walking home with a limp”
Your favorite to hang out with is Yaku since he’s a beta and the only one who’s not controlled by their instincts— he also helps you parent the others basically along with Kai sometimes
But you also like being around Kenma since he’s usually so calm, and there are moments you’ve let him scent you (platonically of course) to help calm him down when he’s particularly stressed
And although rarely, there have been a couple times Kenma has given in to alpha tendencies around you, particularly when someone is getting close and he’s the only one who can protect you in the moment
Yamamoto is your very own Tanaka honestly, so at this point you’re just always ignoring him lmao, but he loves it
And omg THE! FIRST! YEARS!!
Lev, Inuoka, and Shibayama are convinced they are all in love with you
Lev is constantly trying to show off to you, which usually ends up with Kuroo spiking a ball in the back of his head
Inuoka loves following you around and helping you with your managerial duties
And Shibayama becomes a blushy baby everytime you speak to him
All in all it’s the cutest thing ever if not a little annoying at times tho
So basically being Nekoma’s omega manager means that you have a ton of boys who are overly protective of you and swear that they’d die for you
But they’re your dumbass alphas (and betas) and you love them
Summary: After teasing Yaku about his height (or lack thereof), Kuroo finds himself at the mercy of the demon senpai.
A/N: I'm learning about new shippings all the time, it seems! I hadn't heard of this one before it was requested, and it was a fun one to try out. Enjoy!
Word Count: 784
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“Give it back!” Yaku snapped, jumping up to try and snatch his phone back from Kuroo, who had grabbed it from him and held it above his head with a smirk.
“What’s the matter, Yaku? Texting a special someone?” Kuroo teased.
Yaku glared. “That’s none of your business. Give it back, you jerk!” He jumped up again and again, failing each time to retrieve his phone from the captain’s high reach.
Kuroo chuckled. “Too bad you’re such a shorty. You wouldn’t have to work so hard just to get your phone back from someone taller than you.”
“And if you weren’t such an idiot, you wouldn’t have to worry about getting punished for being mean to your teammates.” Yaku stopped jumping, putting his hands on his hips. “Give it back.”
“Ooh, punishment, you say?” Kuroo teased, wiggling his eyebrows. “What are you going to do to me if I don’t give your phone back?”
Yaku gave him a sly grin, stepping right into his personal space and looking up at him with mischievous eyes that made Kuroo’s heart skip a beat for just a moment. Then – without any warning – the libero drilled his fingers into the captain’s exposed ribcage.
Kuroo squealed, shooting his arms back down to protect himself, bringing the phone back into Yaku’s reach. “Why, thank you,” Yaku said teasingly, finally snatching it back and pocketing it. “But I’m afraid you’ll still have to be punished for being so mean to me.”
“Wahahahait, nohohohohoho!” Kuroo giggled, doubling over and falling to his knees on the floor the more Yaku drilled into his ribs and sides. “Stahahahahahahap!”
“Oh, no, I’m not letting you off that easily.” Thanks to his captain’s weakened state, Yaku was easily able to push him down to the ground and straddle him, pinching and kneading his hips and sides, scribbling over his belly. “Let’s see, where was it Kenma said was your worst spot?”
“Oh, you will be.” Yaku grinned, forcing his way up into Kuroo’s underarms despite the captain’s best efforts to protect himself. “Tickle, tickle, little Kuroo~”
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Kuroo shrieked, kicking his legs frantically, trying to roll away but too weakened by his own hysterics to do much more than lay there and take it and beg for mercy. “NOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE, PLEASE!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
“Maybe next time you won’t be a jerk and steal my phone,” Yaku said, ignoring his cries. “Nor will you call me a ‘shorty’ ever again. For your information, being short has its advantages, too. I can get into places most of the rest of you can’t. I’m sure Kenma understands. You should ask him.”
Kuroo laughed and writhed, face turning pink. His arms were clamped to his sides, but it did nothing to hinder the strong ticklish feelings emanating from his armpits and shooting through the rest of his body. He wanted to reach up to push Yaku away, but couldn’t bear to have his worst spot even more vulnerable.
“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” He begged, trying to grab Yaku by the elbow or something to ease his ticklish agony. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP YAKU!! I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY, I’M SORRY!!”
“I’m sure you are.” Yaku’s smirk became an endearing smile. “But at this point, I’m afraid you look far too cute for me to let you go.”
“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Kuroo squealed, kicking uselessly even as Yaku finally left his underarms and traveled back down to his ribs. “Plehehehehehehehease, let me gohohohohoho!”
Yaku smiled, tugging at the hem of Kuroo’s shirt to reach underneath and scribble his fingers and nails against his bare skin, making the captain buck and explode into a long string of hysterical, high-pitched giggles. The libero chuckled, highly amused by his friend’s inability to control himself while being tickled.
“Stohohohohohop,” Kuroo whined, grabbing onto his wrists weakly. “Plehehehehease, Morisuke…”
“Oh, using my first name now, huh?” Yaku beamed, pleased that he’d gotten Kuroo into this helpless state. “You must be desperate~”
Kuroo could only giggle and squirm and try to push him away, shaking his head. “I gihihihive, I give! Plehehehease, plehehehease…”
Finally deciding he’d probably had enough, Yaku slowed to a stop, grabbing Kuroo’s wrists and pinning them by his head, looming over him in a way only the demon senpai could manage. “You learned your lesson?”
Kuroo was flushed pink and still smiling helplessly, but he nodded. “Yes, all right, I won’t be mean to you anymore.”
“Good.” Yaku smiled, placed a quick kiss to the side of Kuroo’s mouth, and let him go. He got to his feet, pulled out his phone, and walked away, leaving Kuroo to sit up and stare after him, so stunned he couldn’t form thoughts, let alone words.
Title: Safe Word
Genre: Teensy smut with fluff and aftercare
Warnings: Use of safe word, aftercare, mentions of bondage and a blindfold
Word count: 829
IT IS OKAY TO USE A SAFEWORD, IT EXISTS FOR A REASON SO RESPECT YOUR LIMITS
3rd Person POV
You couldn't see anything, a blindfold tied snuggly around your eyes along with your limbs being meticulously and cautiously bound. Yaku wanted to try complete sensory deprivation, taking both bondage and blindfolding to the next level.
Originally you were excited at the idea but now, being in the scene, something felt off as a bad bundle of nerves grew more and more in your stomach. Your head jerked when you heard the door click open and shut, your breath picking up more.
"M-Mori? Pl-Please say something I, I'm scared please tell me you're there." A warm hand place itself gingerly on your bare thigh a yelp come from your lips. "M-Muffin." The word ripped through your lips with a sob as Morisuke's stomach felt like it had been stabbed. It was the first time you had used the word, the word he was always terrified of hearing instead of his name. He was quick to spring into action.
"Princess, hey hey it's me, shhh. You're okay. I’m going to take the blindfold off okay?" Your head nodded rapidly. His hands delicately coming over while he continuously whispered 'it's me' and 'you're safe, I'm here'. It took around five minutes for him to get the ropes off, asking you for permission before untying every knot and removing every rope. Once everything was off you curled up in his chest, slightly shaking and sniffling. He held you protectively, slowly rocking the two of you back and forth.
"Do you wanna go take a bath my love?" You slowly nodded your head, but when Yaku went to set you down in order to run the bath you gripped his unbuttoned shirt tighter, tugging him back down to your body. "Okay baby, come on. I'm gonna carry you and we can fill it up together." A weak nod came from your head as he did like he said, carrying you to the bathroom.
Y/N's POV
I sat curled in Mori's lap in the bathroom as he filled the tub, constantly checking the temperature until it was full.
"Okay, I'm gonna set you in but then I'll be in right after you." I nodded as he went to move me, fighting the urge to cling onto him as my only form of stability. But ten seconds later he was sinking into the hot bath behind me. I laid into his toned chest, his arms wrapped around mine as my hands clung to his arms.
"'m sorry Mori.." I whispered and leaned my face into the bend of his elbow.
"Can you turn around for me baby?" I spun my body so I was sitting in between his legs, mine out stretching behind him and my head tilted towards the water. His hand came up and soothingly rubbed my cheek. I leaned in, welcoming the warm, familiar touch. "Sweetheart, look at me." I weakly made eye contact. "You have nothing to apologize for," now both of his hands gently cradled my face, "I promise, I'm proud of you for even trying. It just wasn't for you, and that's alright. I know using our safe word is hard but you did the right thing okay?" I slowly nodded my head, everything he said made sense but a part of me didn't want to believe it. "Do you wanna talk about what happened?"
"I was excited about it.. but then once it was happening something in my gut just felt, off. I kept getting more and more anxious and I just wasn't in the right headspace for it." He nodded, taking in my words.
"That's alright princess. Thank you for telling me." He said softly with a kind smile. "What do you say, we wash up, change into your comfort clothes. Cuddle, watch a movie, eat ice cream?" My eyes went wide at his statement before I furiously nodded my head. "Okay, sounds like a plan. Can I kiss you?" The question made my heart melt, a warm smile came on my face.
"Yes baby." He smiled at the fact I knew I would have to say it out loud for him.
His soft lips were soon on mine in a gentle, passionate and loving kiss. There was nothing sexual in the air, just us existing and enjoying one another's company. Once the water got cold we got out and got dressed before making our way downstairs to grab our bowls of ice cream and cuddling on the couch.
The intro credits rolled as I cuddled into his side, munching on my sweet dessert. About half way through the movie I ended falling asleep on my lover, he placed a kiss on my forehead before heading to be himself.
