Aug 4, 2024
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
pairing: bkdk
word count: 4k
Post-canon! Manga spoilers, so please read after you read ch430!
seen from Nepal
seen from China
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seen from Denmark
seen from United States
seen from Poland
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seen from Netherlands
seen from Canada
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seen from Croatia
seen from Russia
seen from Australia
seen from Germany
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
pairing: bkdk
word count: 4k
Post-canon! Manga spoilers, so please read after you read ch430!
OOF okay I have not been talking to anyone on tumblr for the past like 3 months and just doing my own thing, so I literally just realized that you made this account (my bad). Just wanted to say that it's really great to see you and that you were the one to inspire me to write one of my fic chapters for shiratorizawa 🥺🥺(lowkey highkey was dedicated to you but i didnt want to tag you in case you were uncomfortable with that at the time)
haha hey you have nothing to be sorry about! focusing on urself and doing ur own thing is awesome and I applaud u for this <3 also omg wait what! that’s so cute! have you already finished/posted it? I’d love to set some time aside this weekend and read it if ur cool with that
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
title: broken doors and yellow backpacks
pairing: bkdk
word count: 1.9k
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
title: home...?
word count: 2.5k
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Cat-egory: Love (Kuroo x Reader)
Summary: In which you enjoy working at a cat café and Kuroo enjoys your company.
Genre: fluff, slice of life, timeskip (but no heavy spoilers!)
Word Count: 4.9k
A/N: a quick haikyuu oneshot that had me rolling on floor :D i decided to just post it on both tumblr and ao3 since it’s not too long, so read on whatever platform you please :)))
read on ao3
You’re quite proud of the quaint little cat café you opened up a few months back near the outskirts of Tokyo. All of the customers love the arrangements of pastries and cookies complementing the many types of coffees and teas that you sell. To top it off, there are six different cats roaming around the shop to keep anyone and everyone company during their stay.
It’s near the end of the work day, only an hour left before closing, and you’ve just handed off the last muffin available to a kind elderly woman. You sweetly smile at her and let out a huff of breath once she leaves. Normally, you work with one other coworker, but they had called out for about a month or so last week due to a family emergency. You were pretty confident that you would be able to take care of everything on your own since your café was pretty small with a limited menu, but it’s still been a pretty rough couple days.
Just as you’re contemplating on sitting down for a quick break, the bell above the door rings signaling that a customer has entered. With your best customer service smile plastered on your face, you turn towards the approaching individual.
“Welcome to Cat-alyst!”
A tall, attractive man confidently walks up to the counter dressed in a sleek, grey suit that catches the attention of a few customers from their tables. Despite the professional outfit and posture, what probably stands out the most is his gravity-defying spiky, black hair that could pass as bed head. The dichotomy is actually quite charming in your opinion.
It takes everything in you to avoid ogling at the sharpness of the man’s jawline or the broad shoulders fitted perfectly into his jacket. “What would you like to order today?”
“I’ll take a black coffee and a danish pastry with custard filling.”
He pays with his card and you hand him his pastry. “Name for your order?”
“Oh, it’s K-”
Before the man could finish, he suddenly freezes in place and quickly looks down near his feet. It seems he was startled by one of the cats rubbing up against his leg.
You laugh and lean against the counter to look down on the black Bombay cat that has yet to move away from your customer. “Kuro! What are you doing all the way over here?”
The man’s head snaps up in your direction with wide eyes.
“Sorry about that. He’s not usually this affectionate with newcomers,” you comment as you turn your attention back to the customer. “What did you say your name was?”
The black haired male strangely hesitates for a moment before sporting a suspicious smirk. “Tetsurou.”
“Alrighty, Tetsurou. I’ll let you know when your drink is ready.”
You think you see a small tinge of pink on his cheeks, but it’s gone just as quickly as it appeared. Must’ve been your eyes playing tricks on you again. It’s been a long day.
He walks to the side and the cat follows him. The feline takes this chance to quickly climb the male’s long figure all the way onto his shoulders and simply drapes around his neck comfortably. You’re too busy with the order to notice him subtly sneezing into his arm a few seconds later.
You cap off the black coffee and smile as you hold out the drink. “Tetsurou!”
He pockets his phone and scratches your cat’s ears leisurely as he takes his coffee with his free hand.
“Why don’t you take Kuro with you while you sit? He’s always been my favorite too.” You reach up to gently pet the cat and he purrs at the attention. “Kuro’s such a good boy.”
This time, you definitely catch the man’s cheeks blossoming in a brilliant shade of red and he refuses to make eye contact with you.
“R-right. I’ll just, um, take him with me. Right now.”
You’re not sure what made him so flustered, so you just shrug your shoulders and get back to work as he walks away to one of the nearby tables without another word.
The next half hour goes by slowly as fewer and fewer customers stop by for the day. The man you know as Tetsurou sneaks a few glances in your direction when he thinks you’re not looking and you try not to act like you notice. It’s a bit difficult to do that though when his glances are accompanied by slightly watery eyes and not-so-subtle sniffles. You’ve seen more than a handful of people having the same reaction when they visit your café for more than a couple minutes.
Is he…allergic?
You’re wiping off one of the tables nearby when you see him stand up and throw away his empty cup. You cringe a bit when his voice comes out a bit nasally as he speaks to the black cat that’s still lounging next to him. “Sorry, little guy. I have to go now.”
Putting your cleaning rag to the side, you dig into your apron pocket and pull out a packet of tissues that you keep with you for emergencies. “Here, take one. Are you alright? You don’t seem to be having the best time of your life coming to a cat café with allergies.”
“No worries. I’m just fine and dandy,” he replies before sniffling once more for emphasis. He still takes a tissue gratefully and your hands briefly brush against each other. His hand is significantly larger than yours and there’s a warmth to them that almost makes you want to never let go. But alas.
Before you could pull back, he quickly grabs something from his back pocket and places it onto your palm. Based on the size and shape of the object, you don’t even have to look down to realize that he had just handed you his business card. His sharp eyes squint at something on your uniform before grinning. “I like your naming sense. See you around, (L/N).”
He turns to leave while you’re still dumbstruck by his sudden words and blinding smile. The chime of the bells above the door snap you out of your trance and the last thing you see is his back beyond the glass. You finally take the time to look down at the business card and read the text.
“Oh.”
His name is Kuroo.
It hasn’t even been 24 hours since you met human Kuroo, so you’re surprised to see him back at the café so soon. He walks in his all-suited glory once again an hour before closing, eyes searching for you expectedly.
You give him a smile that’s a bit more genuine than the one from yesterday as he walks towards the counter. “You’re back.”
“Indeed, I am. I’ll have a black coffee and a chocolate croissant today,” Kuroo responds.
“I got you.”
Similarly to yesterday, your cat Kuro runs up to the tall male and doesn’t hesitate to greet him with head rubs.
“It seems like Kuro…um…that might be a bit confusing.” You twirl a piece of your hair as you sweatdrop at the predicament.
The businessman chuckles. “Tetsurou is just fine.”
His words catch you a bit off guard, especially now that you know his full name, but you mentally tell yourself to calm down. You’re not some lovesick teenager that gets overly flustered by using someone’s first name. You’re both fully grown adults. “Then, (Y/N) is fine by me too.”
“Cool.”
“Cool.”
…
Shit.
“I’ll go get your coffee for you now.” Your words are mumbled as you quickly grab his desired pastry from the display and pass it to him, avoiding any eye contact. “Enjoy the croissant!”
Kuroo doesn’t utter another word and simply pets the Bombay cat and intentionally avoids making contact with his face. The feline tries to climb his human counterpart just like yesterday but is stopped by a persistent hand each time.
When you return to the counter with Kuroo’s coffee, you sigh at his failed attempt to stop a sneeze after you hand him the drink. “If you’re struggling so much, wouldn’t it make more sense to go to a different café? I’m sure black coffee isn’t that hard to come around.”
Kuroo brings a hand up to rub at his neck sheepishly. “I just…really like cats.”
His wistful tone makes you pause for a moment. There must be more to his stubbornness than you know, but hey, that’s none of your business. All you really need to do is make sure all of your customers are happy and satisfied. Although, a little teasing wouldn’t hurt.
“Are you sure you’re not allergic?”
“I’m paw-sitive.”
Cue your eye roll. Alright, that’s the end of that conversation.
You look at him for a moment and Kuroo meets your gaze curiously. “I can take Kuro off your hands for now while you get yourself a seat. Do you mind waiting for a bit? I’ll be right back.”
The man looks like he wants to ask you something but stops himself and simply nods his head. You quickly take your black cat to the back room and gently pick up one of the cats that have been resting on the cat tower. Kuroo raises an eyebrow as you walk towards him with a brown cat that he hasn’t met yet.
“This little friend is Chestnut. She’s a Burmese cat and they’re known for being hypoallergenic,” you explain as you place Chestnut into Kuroo’s arms. “You can hang out together for as long as you’d like and you shouldn’t have any issues.”
Kuroo looks at you with stars in his eyes. “Thanks. I really appreciate it, (Y/N).”
“Anytime, Tetsurou.” You give him a warm smile. “Let me know if you need anything.”
Kuroo stays in the café until closing and he’s significantly less red-eyed and sniffly than yesterday when he finally stands to leave. He’s the last customer inside, so you’re a little less embarrassed to walk up to him and tell him what’s been sitting on your mind since yesterday. “I can text you a list of antihistamines that you can take the next time you come by. You’ll be able to pet Kuro and some of the other cats if you’d like?”
Kuroo smirks. “Is this your way of asking for my number, (Y/N)?”
“You already gave me your number, genius.” You roll your eyes and fish out his business card that you’ve conveniently kept in your apron since the day before.
The man’s ears flush red at your words and scratches his cheek awkwardly. “Right. Then, I guess I’ll be waiting for your text.”
Your heart flutters at the prospect of him looking forward to a message from you, even if your original intention was just to send him medication recommendations. Jeez, that sounds lame.
But, with the way he warmly winks at you before leaving gives you a little hope for something more.
For the rest of that week, Kuroo visits all of the days you’re open and you can tell he’s been taking the antihistamines you told him about because of how well he’s interacting with all the cats. He’s pretty adamant about stopping by your shop at the same time every day too and you assume he stops by after work.
It’s now the middle of the third week since his first visit and Kuroo hasn’t shown up for a few days. You’re a bit worried at his sudden absence, but something stops you from texting him to see how he is. You’re still not really sure where your relationship lies and you’ve never met up outside of the café.
You’re just about to start putting up the chairs when the bell above the door rings behind you. Without turning around, you muster up an irritated greeting, “Welcome to Cat-alyst! We literally close in like 5 minutes.”
You hear a familiar burst of laughter come from the customer that just entered and it causes you to snap your attention towards the door. Sure enough, Kuroo is standing by the door in his suit, but something seems a bit different. You’ve become so used to his neat outer appearance that it catches you off guard when you notice his disheveled form. His jacket unevenly sits over a coffee-stained button down and his slacks are slightly wrinkled. His bed head seems even more chaotic than usual, so he’s definitely had a long day, if not week.
“Yeah, you’re right. My bad. I can stop by next time,” Kuroo responds apologetically.
He’s just about to turn around when your voice cuts him off. “W-wait! Um…it’s okay. I can get you something to drink and let you hang out for a bit. You look like you might need it.”
“I wouldn’t want you to work overtime just for me. I’d be staying past closing.”
You wave off his concern. “I don’t mind. Let me just finish taking care of some chores and we can just chill? I’ll even grab myself a drink too.”
Kuroo gives you a hopeful smile. “Sure.”
As you flip the open sign around and make your drinks, Kuroo walks over to an empty table. You get slightly distracted when he takes off his suit jacket and places it on the back of the chair before sitting down and crossing his legs. He pulls up his sleeves and cuffs them near his elbows. His fit, yet slim body almost makes you swoon and the veins running along his forearms have never looked more appealing on anyone else.
When Kuroo suddenly looks up, you let out a small noise of embarrassment for getting caught staring and quickly get back to focusing on the drinks. If you had looked up one more time, you would’ve noticed his smirk accompanied by reddened cheeks.
With two warm mugs in your hands, you head over to Kuroo who’s now petting both Yuki, the white Ragdoll, and Shark, the grey Russian Blue. When you place his mug on the table, he thanks you.
You sit across from him. “Long day?”
“It was shit,” Kuroo replies. He takes the mug into his hands and stares down into the liquid that most definitely does not look like his usual coffee.
You look away nervously. “It’s a decaf green tea. You didn’t specify what you wanted and I thought it might be good to go without so much caffeine for the night.”
He takes a sip of the tea and hums with content. “It’s good. I probably should lay off the caffeine a bit, especially after work.”
The two of you take a moment to relax a bit in the comfortable silence as you enjoy your respective teas while the cats lay across the floor. Despite the tranquil atmosphere, you have a strong desire to converse more with Kuroo and listen to his witty, yet kind words. “So tell me, what’s got you so exhausted this fine evening? Spill the tea if you will.”
Kuroo chuckles at your choice of words and you think you like that sound a lot. “Just an asshole coworker that’s lacking in docosahexaenoic acid.”
“Says the guy with a cat allergy that decided to frequent a cat café.”
“Shh. I thought we were past that.” Kuroo feigns offense before shifting his expression to one that was significantly softer. “Plus, I’m not just here for the cats.”
“Oh?” Your cheeks flush at the insinuation. “Care to explain?”
“Well, I have a day off tomorrow and I know you’re closed on Thursdays, so maybe I could tell you more if you let me take you out for lunch?” He runs a hand through his hair with confidence, but the slight twitch in his eyebrow gives away his nervousness.
You already know what your answer is going to be, but you purposefully place a hand under your chin as if you were still contemplating on a decision. You hold back a laugh when you see Kuroo shift in his seat with anticipation.
“I’d love to.” You place your hands back on your mug to distract your attention from the warmth on your cheeks to the warmth in your fingers instead.
Kuroo’s smile widens at your words. “Great! There’s actually a nice onigiri place pretty close by. An old friend of mine is the owner and I think you’ll like the food.”
“Can we meet here and walk there together? I’d like to check up on the cats before we head out,” you ask.
“Fine by me.”
You smile.
“Then, it’s a date.”
You head over to the café about half an hour before your lunch date and step into the back room where all the cats rest during off hours. Chestnut and Yuki, who are already awake and roaming, come to greet you at the door. Shark and Kuro are playing with some toys, while your orange Persian cat, Carrot (aka Bastard), is still snoozing away in his bed. The only young kitten of your café, a Siamese cat named Almond, is nowhere to be seen, and you become a bit worried since he’s usually the first to greet you.
A muffled sneeze from one of the cat towers catches your attention and you look into one of the enclosed compartments. Sure enough, you see Almond laying on his side and he looks up at you lethargically. You bring a hand inside and carefully take him out. Now that you can see him in better lighting, you notice his inflamed eyelids and the discharge around his eyes. The poor baby looked sick.
Without another moment to lose, you quickly grab a small cat carrier and a few blankets before placing Almond inside and locking it up. You rapidly check up on the other cats to make sure they look healthy too. Afterwards, you call a taxi to come pick you up as you walk outside the café and lock the doors.
After you get in the taxi and give the address for the nearest vet, you remember that you were supposed to meet up with Kuroo soon. You curse under your breath at the situation and pull up his number on your phone.
The call rings once before he picks up. “Hey, I’m about 10 minutes away from the café. What’s up?”
“Hey, Tetsurou. I’m really sorry, but we’re going to have to cancel lunch. Almond got sick and I’m heading over to the vet right now. I know I might be overreacting a little, but he’s still so young, so I don’t want to risk it.”
“Oh, shit. No problem at all, (Y/N). Let me know if there’s anything you need and keep me updated if you can. I want to know if the little guy is okay.”
“Will do. Thanks, Tetsurou.” You hang up the phone just as the taxi pulls up to your destination. You pay the driver and quickly go through the process of admitting your kitten. Thankfully, today’s been a slow day, so the front desk is able to get the vet to check up right away without an appointment.
Once the vet gets a look at Almond, you’re finally able to let out a sigh of relief when they tell you that the kitten is experiencing a pretty common upper respiratory infection that can be treated at home. The vet sends you off with a couple medications and instructions that don’t seem too difficult to follow. It hasn't even been an hour since you left the café, but you’re already set to leave with Almond.
You call another taxi and make your way back to the café with a peaceful, sleeping kitten next to you but not before shooting a quick text to Kuroo about any updates on the situation. He doesn’t respond right away, so you just pocket your phone and look out the window.
During the drive, you can’t help but feel upset at the missed opportunity to spend time with the man that’s caught your interest, but you don’t feel comfortable leaving Almond alone, especially since you have to keep him isolated from the rest of the cats.
As the car approaches the café, your eyebrows raise in surprise when you see a tall figure standing in front of the entrance. There’s no mistaking that the lone person is the one and only Kuroo Tetsurou waiting for you and wearing casual clothes for the first time since you’ve met him. You’re so used to his formal attire that his casual wear makes you fall for his looks all over again. He’s wearing a black t-shirt with dark jeans and black running shoes. His hair is not as styled but still looks put together, and he just looks…ready for a date.
When you exit the taxi, you notice that he’s holding a plastic bag that has an unfamiliar logo with the name Onigiri Miya written on the bottom. The two of you make eye contact and stand in front of each other for a few moments.
Kuroo’s the first one to break the silence, “I know you said you didn’t want to leave the cats unattended and you probably haven’t eaten yet, so I thought I’d bring the lunch to you. If you’re still down?”
Your heart swells at the gesture and you find yourself unconsciously nodding your head with a smile. “Let me just take care of some things first and then we can dig in.”
Kuroo follows you inside the building and sets the food down as you let the other cats out in order to clean up any potentially contaminated items.
“Need any help?” Kuroo asks as he watches you run around to finish your tasks as soon as possible.
“No, it’s okay! I’m pretty much finished. You can- ah!” A yelp escapes your lips when one of the cats suddenly runs in front of your legs and you have to maneuver your body to the opposite direction. You were able to avoid stepping on the cat, but it caused you to lose your footing. Fortunately, you’re not falling for long when a strong pair of hands grasp onto your shoulders as your face bumps into a hard surface. You’re disoriented for another few seconds, but the arms around you keep you secure.
Once you catch your bearings, you turn your head towards the feline culprit. “Bastard! I told you not to run around like that.”
You can practically see the orange cat smirking as he gets comfortable in his usual spot on the cat tower.
A voice above you startles you out of your one-sided conversation. “I thought his name was Carrot?”
“That’s what I officially changed his name to when he was first brought here since I couldn’t have kids running around calling for ‘Bastard’. I still call him Bastard, though, since he’s a cheeky one.” You grin as you look up at Kuroo, but your smile quickly disappears once you realize what position you were in.
Kuroo’s arms have yet to leave your side and your chests are close enough to feel your racing heartbeats syncing up. The two of you are lost in each other’s gazes and his eyes occasionally flicker towards your lips. You both unknowingly lean closer until your faces are only a few inches apart. Your eyes flutter closed when you suddenly feel something furry against your mouth that most definitely does not feel like another pair of lips.
When you snap your eyes open, the first thing you notice is Kuroo’s close proximity and wide eyes looking just as confused as you were. When both look down, you see a small black paw slotted between your lips. Apparently, while you both were distracted, your Bombay cat had climbed on top of the man’s shoulders again and decided it would be a great day to be a menace.
With a little bit more awareness, you pull away from Kuroo with bright cheeks and the man’s own cheeks mirror yours. You point at the food sheepishly. “Maybe we should eat?”
“Y-yeah.”
You both sit across from one another and take an onigiri from the pile. You must have been hungrier than you thought because the moment you take a bite, the only thing that floods your mind is the delectable taste of a perfectly seasoned rice ball. “This is amazing.”
“Right? I’m really glad they opened up a shop in Tokyo. I always stopped by Onigiri Miya whenever I visited Miyagi,” Kuroo responds just as content with the taste.
“I’m guessing you bought these from the place we were supposed to have lunch at?”
“Yeah. I didn’t want you to miss out, so here we are.”
“We can’t seem to meet up anywhere away from this café, huh,” you comment humorously.
“Not a problem. We’ve got more opportunities to go out together in the future.” Kuroo smirks. “As a matter of fact, I’m free Sunday night, and I know a good ramen place for dinner.”
“I’d like that.” You then point your finger at him teasingly. “You sure you’re not allergic to ramen though?”
Kuroo snorts and pretends to make the gesture to slap your hand away but instead lightly grabs your hand and links your fingers together smoothly. The next hour is spent getting to know each other more and sharing stories of your lives. Throughout the whole time, your hands never stray far from each other.
At some point, you get up to brew some green tea and you both migrate to a carpeted part of the floor to sit closer to the cats. You opt to sit next to Kuroo, shoulder to shoulder, and your hands find his again.
Good food, good cats, and good company. Despite the slight mishap in the morning, you’d say this was a pretty good date.
One year later
Kuroo doesn’t come to the café every day, but he stops by enough that all of your regulars know him by name. The rest of the customers mainly know him as ‘that one tall, handsome man with the ridiculous bed head who’s dating the owner’. He still comes in near the end of work hours, but now that your coworker is back, you have more flexibility in spending time with him.
Today, Kuroo had texted you earlier that his meeting was being extended, so he probably wouldn’t be able to make it to the café. It’s now past closing time and your coworker had already left since you were in charge of locking up for the night. You’re sitting in the back room feeling a bit sad that you couldn’t see Kuroo today, but those feelings were immediately alleviated when feline Kuro jumps onto your lap and rubs his head against your chest in comfort.
Your heart melts at the cuteness and you pet him lovingly. “You’re right, Kuro. Who needs men when I have you?”
The black cat meows as if responding in agreement.
You bring him closer to your chest and nuzzle his face while cooing. “I love you, Kuro.”
The sound of a plastic bag dropping on the ground startles you and the cat on your chest jumps away in fright. Your head quickly turns towards the door and you see your boyfriend standing stock still, a familiar bag from Onigiri Miya sitting at his feet. He’s completely red from the bottom of his neck to the tips of his ears and he’s sporting an endearing expression on his face.
For a moment, you’re confused as to why he was so flustered, but you realize that it’s the first time he’s ever heard you say that special three word phrase. He’s said it to you a few times now, but he has yet to hear it from you directly. Technically, you hadn’t even said it to him directly this time, but…right. His name is Kuroo too.
“I-I meant the cat! My cat that is named Kuro! Black cat Kuro! Not that I wouldn’t say it to you, um…” Your rambling just seems to make the situation more awkward.
Kuroo is the first to recover and he walks over to where you are while holding out a hand for you to take, abruptly silencing you and lifting you to your feet. “No worries. You can say whatever you’d like whenever you’re ready, (Y/N).”
His gaze draws you in and before you know it, your lips meet his in a deep kiss. His hands come up to gently cup your face, while your arms latch onto his sides in a tight grip. He tilts his head more to draw you in even closer and his movements cause you to take a few steps back until your back hits the wall.
The sweet moment almost turns more desperate when something lightly paws at your leg.
You break from the kiss and look down to see all six cats surrounding the two of you and watching your every movement with their curious eyes. Almond is standing the closest and is also the one who interrupted you. You let out a small giggle. It seems you could never catch a break from them.
When you look back up at Kuroo, you see him already staring at you with a soft smile gracing his lips. His eyes are filled with so much adoration and affection that you can’t stop your next words.
“I love you, Tetsurou.”
Kuroo looks surprised for a moment before his expression shifts back to a wide grin.
“I love you too, (Y/N).”
A/N: enjoy my product placement for Onigiri Miya. my tidbits series is still wedged deep into the dark crevices of my soul (and if you haven’t read that yet, !!!!!)
Onigiri Miya Tidbits BONUS Chapter
Title: August 14, 2022
Genre: gen fic, reader insert
Word Count: 3.3k
Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.
disclaimer: manga spoilers
A/N: IM BACK WITH A BONUS CHAPTER. FURUDATE FEEDING THE NEEDY SO I DECIDED TO DO THE SAME. enjoy the utter chaos that ive manifested with my self-indulgent intrusive thoughts
Previous///Masterlist///ao3
You let out a sigh of relief as the hot and humid summer air is replaced with the chill of Ota City General Gymnasium’s fresh air conditioning as you walk indoors. The sweltering August heat often makes you feel sluggish and uncomfortable, so you’re grateful that you don’t have to be standing outside for the whole day. Bless indoor volleyball.
The person walking next to you lets out their own relieved sigh as they wipe a few beads of sweat from their forehead. You let out a small chuckle as you compare your comfy t-shirt and jeans to your companion’s attire. “No one said you had to wear a whole button-down and vest combo to the game.”
Kuroo lightheartedly rolls his eyes at your comment. “Not everyone has a day off like you, (Name)-chan. I organized this whole event, so I’m still on the job. Gotta keep up my professional look to make sure everyone knows of my hard work.”
“I will admit I’m pretty impressed by how you managed to get everyone here today.” You remember the day Kuroo had called you from Brazil to ask for a favor. He had wanted you to recruit Aran and Suna in person since you happened to have been nearby where they were practicing at the time. Technically, it wasn’t really your place to do so, but the man had seemed so desperate and you caved when he had told you his flight to Japan had been delayed for twelve hours. “Traveling the world really paid off, huh.”
The businessman shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly and gives you a smug smile. “What can I say? I’m a master at motivating.”
“More like a master at manipulation.”
“That’s a bit of a fancy word for it, so I’ll stick with what I came up with.”
“Right.”
The both of you make your way towards the main gym while trying your best to avoid the large crowds of excited people. You’re about to walk up the steps to find a good spot to sit down and watch the game, when Kuroo stops you by placing a hand on your arm. You look at him curiously when he digs into his pockets and takes out a plastic card attached to a lanyard.
“I pulled some strings to get you this special pass to watch the game from the court. All you have to do is flash this at the security guards at the barriers and they’ll let you in. I’ve already let both supervisors on each team know to expect you, so you’re free to sit alongside the other players on the bench,” Kuroo explains.
Your eyes widen once you finish processing what the man had just said. “Is that even allowed?”
“Like I said, I was able to pull a few strings with the event organizers. This game technically isn’t official since it’s mostly for promotions, so there aren’t any issues with it.” Kuroo smirks in amusement. “Plus, you’re not just any fan or civilian. You’re a very valuable and well-known sports nutritionist.”
You definitely weren’t too far off in labeling him as a skilled manipulator. His tactics are well thought out. Was it working on you too? Perhaps.
You take the pass from him and place it around your neck. “I really appreciate this. It would be incredible to watch this game from up close. Will you be joining too?”
Kuroo pats your shoulder in acknowledgement as he shakes his head. “Nah. I’m gonna be walking around making sure everything is running smoothly, so I probably won’t even be able to watch the full game sitting down. I’ll see you around.”
With that, the two of you say your goodbyes and part ways. By the time you reach the court, the volleyball players have already been introduced to the crowd and are waiting to warm up before the actual game. True to Kuroo’s words, the security guards don’t even bat an eyelash as they push aside one of the barriers for you to walk past after they recognize your pass.
The first person you make eye contact with just so happens to be one of your favorite coworkers standing off to the side with an exact replica of your pass hanging around his neck. “Hey, Iwaizumi!”
Said male gives you a small smile as you share a fistbump with each other in greeting. “I told you Hajime is just fine. I see you got yourself one of the special passes from our local con man too?”
You grin at the taller male. “Well, Hajime. We’ve definitely got some good connections.”
Before you could really start a proper conversation with the athletic trainer, a loud gasp fills the air and catches both of your attentions.
“(Surname)-chan?!”
Without even giving you a moment to react, a large, muscular body barrels towards your direction and practically slams their hands down onto your shoulders with familiar aggressive affection. You have to hold back a flinch when Bokuto leans to take a good look at your face.
Another shorter figure follows Bokuto from behind. Hoshiumi grins as he moves his head around his teammate’s broad shoulders to look at you. “Isn’t it your day off today, (Surname)-san?”
“Yeah, but I thought this game was too good to pass up on. I haven’t seen some of you since the Olympics,” you reply as you slowly peel Bokuto off your body but lightly pat his head to let him know that you have nothing against him. “I was going to go up to the stands, but I got a pass to sit with you guys on the bench during the game.”
Bokuto’s eyes sparkle at your revelation. “That’s awesome! You can come sit on Team B’s bench and watch all of our cool spikes!”
You’re just about to respond when two new voices interrupt you once again.
“Now, why would (Surname)-chan sit on the loser’s side of the court?”
“She would be much more comfortable sitting on Team A’s side of the court. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
Two tall shadows loom behind you, but the tone of the voices have already given you a good idea as to who they may be. When you turn around, Oikawa and Atsumu stand side by side smiling threateningly at Bokuto and Hoshiumi.
Ah, shit. Here we go again.
“What makes you say that we’re the losing team, hah?! We’ve clearly got the stronger players, so (Surname)-san would prefer to be with the strongest.” Hoshiumi gives his opponents his signature sneer.
Atsumu glares back with confidence. “In that case, (Name)-chan would prefer to be with us. Plus, she has good taste, so the obvious choice is Team A.”
Your heart starts to drop into your stomach when you see some pointed stares from the crowd at the little group gathered around you. It seems like…whatever this is has attracted the attention of quite a few people including the other players on the court.
“Is that (Surname)-chan?”
You let out a sigh of defeat when you hear a few more footsteps scrambling over to your direction. The last thing you want to do is risk being kicked out for being a distraction to the players, but alas, nothing really seems to go your way when it comes to these chaotic volleyball players.
You’re bombarded by more familiar faces and they each greet you in their own unique ways whether it be a friendly wave or a simple nod. Hinata is the first to speak up, “Hiya, (Name)-chan! What’s going on?”
You relay the whole situation for everyone to hear, fully expecting them to brush off the silliness with a shared lighthearted laugh. What you didn’t expect was the spike in tension in the air.
Kageyama steps forward with his typical stoic expression, but there’s a hint of competitiveness in his stare. “It’s true, though. Team B is the winning team.”
Hinata sports a determined look and faces his rival. “We’ll see about that, Kageyama! I’ll defeat you today and even the score to 1,657 wins!”
Goshiki stands proudly behind Hinata. “That’s right! We’re going to win with the beautiful, (Surname)-san, on the bench with us!”
As if appearing out of thin air, Yamamoto slots himself in the conversation as well. “I think you mean the gorgeous, (Surname)-san, is going to sit on the bench with Team B!”
Alrighty, time to move on. You spot two of your favorite liberos and quickly shuffle away from the new problematic group.
“Komori-san! Yaku-san!”
The two males give you sweet smiles that drastically lowers your stress level. They’ve always had a much more mature demeanor compared to their previous teammates, and you can’t help but appreciate their level headedness whenever you start feeling overwhelmed. You raise both of your hands to give them a high five and they respond happily.
“Seems like you’re in high demand, (Surname),” Yaku jokes.
You shake your head in mild disappointment. “I can’t seem to catch a break even on my day off.”
“I can’t blame them though. You are pretty reliable.” Komori bashfully rubs at his neck. “There are very few people in the world that can stabilize their chaotic mess.”
The shorter libero laughs heartily in agreement. “Yeah, even the teams for today aren’t spared. Team B’s got the loudmouths Bokuto, Hoshiumi, and Yamamoto.”
“I’d take loud and boisterous over dramatic and sly. It’s either bickering between Miya-san and Oikawa-san or underhand comments by Suna-san and Kiyoomi. There’s really no end to it,” Komori sighs.
“You’re telling me. Team B would definitely benefit greatly from (Surname)’s presence,” Yaku supplies.
Komori’s smile twitches. “I think Team A would really appreciate (Surname)-san’s calming aura more or they might break out in a fight or something. That would really mess up the flow of the game for both teams.”
Yaku narrows his eyes. “No way. Ushijima and Kageyama were talking about charcoal in the locker rooms with the most stoic expressions I’ve ever seen on a person and next to them, Bokuto was spouting nonsense left and right. There’s definitely only one brain cell in my entire team, so (Surname) should definitely sit with us.”
“Well, Kiyoomi almost pepper sprayed Goshiki when he stepped a little too close for comfort and ended up running into Hinata who ended up accidentally tripping Ojiro-san all while Suna-san recorded everything on his phone for blackmail.” Komori’s smile is visibly strained as he takes a deep breath. “So, (Surname)-san can substitute for the lack of brain cells when she sits with us.”
Cue your nth sigh of the day. You’re slowly losing the little faith you had in these men. The two liberos continue to ramble about their respective, troublesome teams and don’t even notice when you start to walk away.
You hear a strange strangled noise and turn your head in that direction only to find Iwaizumi, who had somehow migrated to a spot near Team A’s bench, hunched over with puffed up cheeks. He had clearly been holding in his amusement for who knows how long, but once you make eye contact, the athletic trainer bursts out in laughter. The people around him glanced at him strangely for a moment before shrugging their shoulders and going about their own business.
If you weren’t in such a public area, you would’ve definitely flipped him off. In the middle of rolling your eyes, you bump into two very solid objects…or rather people. There’s a hand on both of your shoulders to keep you from falling backwards and when you look up, Ushijima and Sakusa are staring down at you.
You wait with bated breath at what kind of nonsense they might come up with to get you on their side of the court. However, you find yourself blinking owlishly at them when they both just simply pat your shoulder almost sympathetically before walking back to their respective benches. That seemed to have been the last straw in completely defeating your last ounce of patience.
“This is ridiculous.” You start walking back to the way you entered the court and get ready to ask the security guards from before to kindly let you out of your misery. You’ve made the decision to just simply go back upstairs to the stands and watch the game far away from any volleyball-athlete-tainted grabby hands. Maybe you’ll even get the chance to watch the game with Kenma if you find him quick enough.
And, of course, the universe decides to give you the exact opposite of what you wanted when you feel a hand grab onto your left wrist. Hoshiumi had been the one to grab you and is now pulling your body towards Team B’s bench. “Let’s go, (Surname)-san! These guys don’t know what they’re talking about!”
Just as you’re about to tell him that you’re planning on leaving instead, a much larger and calloused hand grasps onto your right wrist. This time, Atsumu was the one to seize you from the other side and is also tugging in the opposite direction, effectively stopping you and Hoshiumi in your tracks. “Now, now, little one. I’m taking (Name)-chan to where the adults are, so let go.”
Hoshiumi’s face reddens at the little jab at his height and a newfound strength seems to overwhelm him. You let out a yelp when the white haired outside hitter yanks your arm and even starts dragging Atsumu with his heels digging in the ground. For someone that’s not much taller than you, he’s a lot stronger than you expected.
Oikawa has also entered the fiasco again and grabs onto the crook of your elbow to help Atsumu tug you to Team A’s bench. “We’ve had enough fun. You’ve had more time with (Surname)-chan in Japan, so let us spend some time with her!”
By now, you can practically feel the curious looks from a large portion of the audience from the floor as well as the stands. To make matters worse, the volleyball players seemed to have completely forgotten that this game is a very public event that’s supposed to be shown on live television. You make the effort to ignore the large cameras starting to point in your direction before you actually burst from anxiety.
“Oh, boy! This looks kind of fun!”
You look up at the ceiling for a couple seconds to silently curse at the universe as Bokuto joins the human-centered tug-of-war battle. However, instead of grabbing onto you, the enthusiastic male grabs onto Hoshiumi sides. The shorter of the two outside hitters starts cackling intensely as Bokuto unintentionally grips onto the most ticklish portion of his body. Hoshiumi’s hold on your wrist loosens completely which causes you to fling right into Atsumu and Oikawa.
Your body twists around in the air until your back hits Oikawa’s chest and Atsumu hugs your arm possessively.
“Ha! We win!” Atsumu yells in victory as Oikawa sticks his tongue out childishly. The two laugh together comically and your head slumps in mental exhaustion when a sudden eerie chill fills the air. Hoshiumi and Bokuto have terrified expressions on their faces as they focus their eyes on something behind the three of you, while Atsumu and Oikawa instantly grow silent. You feel the two that are still latched onto you stiffen their entire bodies as a pair of arms encircle their shoulders.
“I’ll give you 2 seconds to take your hands off my girlfriend before I teach you who the real monster is in this generation.”
The deep timbre of Osamu’s voice rings through the air and even some of the onlookers have stopped breathing. Atsumu and Oikawa spring away from you as if your body was burning theirs and gulp nervously as the CEO of Onigiri Miya stares them down.
You finally turn around and see your boyfriend out of his uniform and dressed in a comfortable shirt and shorts. His hair is a bit disordered from wearing his work hat all morning in the food truck, and he probably ran his hand through it several times to make it a bit more presentable but ultimately gave up. There are still some signs of sweat around his neck and his cheeks have a slight red tinge to them meaning he probably came straight here after work. The intense look in his eyes is a pretty big contrast to his usual calm expression, but you definitely notice how he softens when he looks down at you. “Hey.”
A blush makes its way onto your cheeks, and you can’t help the smile making its way onto your lips. “Hey.”
The matching smiles on your faces seems to be enough for everyone to finally breathe normally again.
“Let’s go sit. Warmups should be starting soon.” Osamu takes your hand into his and locks your fingers together. He chuckles when he sees your eyes questioningly trained on the lanyard around his neck. “Kuroo-san stopped by a while ago to give me a pass too. Said something about needing someone to make sure you don’t lose your sanity with these guys.”
“Then, I guess I’ll have to thank him later because I was just about ready to risk it all and get canceled on Twitter for putting a few famously attractive volleyball players in an embarrassing headlock.” You huff in exasperation.
When you look back towards Team A, you see Atsumu sulking on the bench with Aran patting him on the shoulder comfortingly while Suna looks to be recording the whole situation on his phone. Oikawa is equally sulking in the corner as Iwaizumi laughs until his face turns beet red.
Osamu leads you to Team B’s bench and Bokuto and Hoshiumi celebrate your presence without overstepping their boundaries this time around. The rest of the team greets you both amiably before making their way onto the court to finally start their warmups.
As you sit beside Osamu and watch all the players turn serious on the court, a huge contrast to their wild personalities, a warm feeling encompasses your heart. It’s quite crazy to believe that all of these volleyball players from around the world have gathered today to simply play together and tell everyone about the sport once again. Sitting here feels like you’re reliving the memories of your time working at Onigiri Miya and meeting everyone. Many of the friends you made along the way are standing before you doing what they love with bright expressions on their faces as if there are no current concerns in the world or responsibilities for tomorrow.
There’s no need to think about the future or worry about what comes after because what matters right now is getting absorbed by the fun and enjoying the sport called haikyuu.
Leftovers
“My what did what, now?”
Osamu looks at you dumbfounded by what you had just told him while scrolling through social media.
“Your fansites grew after the game,” you repeat. “In fact, they’ve apparently tripled in size after you showed up and threatened the guys on live television. People have now labeled you as one of the ‘hot volleyball guys’ and now Onigiri Miya fans are keeping track of all the games you go to.”
“That’s…a little freaky, not gonna lie.”
“Well, you did show up looking like the hottest man alive, so I kind of get it.” You laugh as your teasing flusters him.
Osamu walks over and joins you on the couch you're currently lounging on and places his arms around you in a gentle embrace before kissing your temple lovingly. “As long as they don’t get in the way of our relationship, then I guess it’s fine for now.”
“As if anything will be more of a nuisance than Atsumu,” you reply.
Your boyfriend chuckles in agreement. “You’re definitely right about that.”
A/N: i dont plan on writing any more chapters for this series (unless furudate brings out more crumbs for me to pick up off the ground with my bare hands) thank you for loving this series and i hope this surprise chapter was able to make you smile! :D
i tried to include an updated taglist for this series in the hopes that y’all actually want to read this but some of your @s have changed and i couldnt find the updated ones so i took them out (if you’d like to be taken off the list, feel free to message me!)
taglist: @omiisangel, @bokuatsubro, @kaleidoscopekai, @geektastic84, @ntimacy, @sagefzy
he’s a keeper
Pairing: Kaminari Denki x Reader
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 6.4k
Summary: 5 times your boyfriend gives you the wrong gift (+ the one time he gets it right). Kaminari Denki does everything wrong, but he’s still a keeper.
A/N: surprise! i havent really been active, but to prove that im still alive and writing, here you go! this was honestly a super random idea that i had and felt a bit inspired to write. you could think of it as an early christmas gift? let me know what you think!
read on ao3
You’re standing under the huge sakura tree in the middle of the park near your apartment after class with a surprised expression on your face. Kaminari Denki, the man you’ve had a crush on for almost a year, had just confessed to you.
“So, I know you’re probably going to say no, but一”
“Yes.”
“I promise I’ll do everything I can to一wait what?” Denki’s eyes widen as he stops rambling once he realizes what you just said.
You have to hold in the laugh that is bubbling up in your throat at his bewildered expression. ”Yes. I’ll go out with you.”
“Seriously? You aren’t messing with me or anything right? ‘Cause then that would be totally not cool.” The male is conflicted between feeling hopeful and doubtful. You can’t blame him after witnessing him get countlessly rejected by your peers.
“I’m serious. I’ve liked you for a while too.” You pause for a moment before speaking again. “Do you want me to prove it?”
“How would you一ACK!”
Without giving Denki a chance to finish talking, you grab the front of his shirt and pull him towards you with confidence, forcing him to lean down. Your lips crash into each other, and you stay like that for another second or two before pulling back. Denki looks slightly winded and his eyes are practically bugging out of their sockets in shock. The scarlet hues of the setting sun are no match for the fierce blush overtaking his face. “Oh…”
After letting go of his shirt, you give him a couple more seconds for his brain to process what had just happened. He suddenly turns around and raises both of his fists into the air excitedly. “YES!”
This time, you can’t help but laugh at him openly with endearment.
For the next couple weeks, you and Denki go on fun, spontaneous dates and simply enjoy each other’s presence without any major issues. There were times when you knew he felt a bit insecure about your relationship because of his bad dating history, but he always perked back up after you reassure him with loving words and your infamous surprise kisses.
It wasn’t until one evening when Denki came to visit your apartment that a new problem began to stir. You were sitting on the couch when your boyfriend slid his arms around your waist from beside you and curiously watched you excitedly scroll through a tablet he’s never seen before in your possession. “Did you buy a new tablet?”
“Nope! You know my best friend, Shouto, right? He gave me a new tablet as a surprise gift yesterday.” Your eyes are practically sparkling with joy at the device in your hands and this doesn’t go unnoticed. “Normally, I don’t like when he spends so much money on me, but I’ve been wanting this particular tablet for a long time and Shouto has more money than he knows what to do with.”
Denki grows quiet for a moment in thought. He’s met Shouto a couple times since you started dating, and he’s well aware of your friend’s abundant wealth. A part of him is understanding of Shouto’s nature to spend money on the people he cares about, but another part of him feels uneasy about how strongly you’ve reacted to the random gift. A sudden idea pops into Denki’s head and his arms grow a bit tighter around you, but you’re too distracted to notice.
You’ve always known that your boyfriend’s love language was to give as much physical affection as he could whenever you were together, but your gift from Shouto seemed to have provoked his competitive nature in a different way.
And so it begins.
The first gift
You stretch your arms out as you’re waiting for Denki to arrive. The two of you had excitedly planned out a big date today that included having some fun at the arcade, indulging in a romantic dinner, and finally strolling around the city at night. Everything would’ve made today a perfect day if you hadn’t missed your advising appointment that morning.
Normally, you wouldn’t feel too upset about forgetting something like this, but you’ve spent almost a month trying to book an appointment with this particular advisor. Because of their good reputation, it’s almost impossible to set up an appointment when you actually need them. It just makes you a bit more upset that the only reason you forgot was because you were so thrilled for your date. The reminders on your phone were utterly useless against your excitement in spending time with your boyfriend. Perhaps you should find another way to keep track of your schedule.
“Y/N, you’re early! You weren’t waiting too long, were you?” A rush of blonde hair crashes into you and holds you in a tight, yet affectionate embrace.
You chuckle and return the hug before kissing him on the nose. “No, I just got here too.”
A slight blush forms on Denki’s cheeks and you internally pat yourself on the back. Once he pulls back, you notice that he brought his backpack with him. “Did you just get out of class? You don’t normally have your backpack with you on dates.”
“Oh, uh, I actually brought something for you.” Denki shifts the position of his backpack so that he’s wearing it across his chest. He then opens it and pulls out a small blue notebook with a cute baby penguin on the cover. “I saw this weekly planner on sale at the campus bookstore! I know you like to keep things organized, so I thought you might want it!”
You can’t help but beam at Denki and his thoughtfulness. You think back to your predicament this morning and feel a bit surprised at how your boyfriend knew exactly what you needed. Your arms reach out and take the planner from Denki and begin flipping through it.
“Wow, thanks Denki! I actually really needed-” Your words are caught in your throat when you notice something strange about the notebook in your hands.
Denki tilts his head in confusion when the crease between your eyebrows deepen. “Is something wrong?”
You stop on a page that shows all of the months of the year and finally find what’s been bothering you. “The dates don’t match. This is for 2019, Denki.”
Your boyfriend’s eyebrows shoot up in disbelief as he shuffles closer to see with his own eyes. Sure enough, the year 2019 is printed at the top of the page making this planner completely useless for scheduling.
“Oh…I know why it was so cheap then.” Denki lets out a short laugh but the frown on his face says otherwise. “I guess I already ruined our date with this fuck up…”
“No!!” Your sudden shout startles the blonde as you wave your arms in front of you wildly. You clear your throat and lower your arms when your boyfriend gives you a perplexed frown. “I mean… You can’t ruin a date that hasn’t officially started yet, right? We’ve still got a lot to do and… I can use this planner to take notes or use it as a separate journal! Since the dates are wrong anyways, there’s no time limit to figuring out what I want to do with it, so don’t be sad…?”
Despite your rambling, Denki held onto every word you said. He can’t stop the appreciative smile from forming on his lips. “Well, in that case, let me at least make it up to you by winning you all the prizes you want in the arcade? I’ve been going here since middle school, so I know all the tricks!”
You let out a silent sigh of relief at the upturned mood and your successful avoidance of what you’ve labeled as a ‘Distressed Denki’ crisis. Sometimes, your boyfriend will enter into a brief, yet emotional sad slump after something doesn’t go the way he expects. He’ll sit in front of his laptop with a few boxes of cookies and watch a bunch of gaming videos for hours until he falls asleep. It usually lasts the whole day, but he’s back to his normal cheerful self the next day. Both of you were really looking forward to this date, so it would suck if it got ruined by a simple gift.
A gentle tug on your wrist takes you out of your thoughts. When you look up, you’re faced with the electrifying eyes of the man you’ve fallen for. Denki leans forward to place a soft kiss to the top of your forehead and you’re the one pleasantly surprised this time. “Come on! I want to spend as much time as I can having fun with you today!”
With that, you and Denki practically run into the arcade like children. The planner predicament is completely forgotten because of all the excitement buzzing off of the two of you.
Hopefully, there won’t be anymore bad surprise purchases to ruin your day any time soon.
The second gift
“Achoo!”
You let out a miserable sniffle before blowing your nose into a tissue for the umpteenth time today. Unfortunately, your allergies had flared up this morning as soon as you woke up to get ready for your part time job at the manga store. You were glad that you weren’t feeling like this because of a cold, but the constant runny nose and sneezing was getting quite annoying.
“You sure you don’t want to head out early today? You look and sound like shit.” Shinsou, your coworker, grimaces at the stack of used tissues piling up in the trash can that’s basically been glued to your side since the moment you entered the store.
“It’s fine. I’ve only got a half day today, so I’ll just suck it up.” Your nasally words aren’t very convincing to him, but he just shrugs his shoulders.
The bell above the door rings as someone enters the store and you quickly shove a few empty tissue boxes off the counter. You’re about to greet the newcomer, but the words get caught in your throat when you see a massive bouquet of sunflowers making its way to your direction. The bouquet is so big that the only thing you can make out from the person carrying it are their muscular arms.
The flowers are placed on the counter in front of you and Shinsou. You both look at each other in confusion, but a gruff voice catches the two of you off guard. “Who the fuck is Y/N?”
When you look at the owner of the voice, you’re a bit surprised to see a bulky blonde haired man with a deep scowl sporting a red apron that says ‘BOOM AND BLOOMS’. Underneath what you assume to be the name of the flower shop he works at is a short slogan, ‘Flower power, we devour.’ His name tag is a bit smudged, so you can barely make out the letters to spell ‘Bakugou’.
Not exactly the type of person you’d expect to work as a florist, but you’re not one to judge. He does seem like the type of person to lose his patience quickly though, so you answer hastily, “That would be me.”
“This shit’s from your boyfriend.” Bakugou shoves the flowers in your direction a little too roughly and you end up with a face full of flowers. Your nose starts to twitch dangerously at the new source of pollen, and you only have half a second to think oh no before falling victim to an uncomfortable sneezing fit. Shinsou quickly moves the flowers away from you and hands you a new box of tissues.
Bakugou just stares at you with an incredulous expression before slamming something on the counter and walking back to the front door. He doesn’t get paid enough to deal with this. If you and Shinsou weren’t so busy trying to calm your sinuses down, you would’ve heard the grumpy florist grumbling as he left, “Fucking Dunce Face makin’ me do his chores. He can go eat shit.”
A couple minutes pass before you could finally take in a proper breath without sneezing. Both you and Shinsou tiredly slump into your respective chairs. There’s no way you feel up to working another couple hours until the end of your shift. “Hey, Shinsou? On second thought, I think I’ll just go home.”
Your coworker grunts in acknowledgement. “I’ll let bossman know you left early. Don’t forget your flowers.”
“Thanks.”
After taking a deep breath, you stand up and grab your bag to get ready to leave, but something catches your eye. There’s a small card on the counter that was left behind by Bakugou and you curiously open to read what’s inside.
To. Y/N My friend once told me that sunflowers always face the direction of the sun. I miss you when you’re at work but it makes me feel a bit better knowing that at least these sunflowers are able to look at you cause you’re the beautiful sun to my life! -Denki♡
There’s a warm feeling that suddenly encompasses your heart as soon as you read the last word. Despite having an adverse reaction to the surprise gift from Denki, you can tell he had only the best intentions. Without hesitation, you pull out your phone and send a picture of the bouquet to your boyfriend with a short caption: I miss you too.
Denki sends you a reply almost immediately with a bunch of heart emojis. You don’t even notice the growing smile on your face until Shinsou pokes your cheek teasingly. “You’re so fucked.”
“Shut up, you purple haired troll.”
You flip him off as you exit the store and sneeze one last time before the door closes behind you.
The third gift
A deep sigh leaves your lips as you walk out of your last class along with your other peers. The sun hasn’t even set yet, but you’re already exhausted. It’s been a long day, so you’re excited to go home. When you step outside, you’re surprised to see your boyfriend leaning against a tree nearby holding a strange box with one hand.
You wave at your classmates and quickly make your way over to Denki. “Denki! What are you doing here? I thought you said you had to go pick something up?”
Denki’s face brightens up as you come closer and gives you a quick peck on the lips. “I did! I thought you might be hungry after class, so I got you a snack!”
You let Denki take your hand and lead you to a nearby table before sitting in front of each other. Denki places the box on the table and begins to take out its contents including the utensils. “Surprise! I got you a marble cheesecake from that famous bakery a few blocks down!”
You have to hold yourself back from frowning at the reveal. The one little detail that you might’ve forgotten to tell your boyfriend was that you were lactose intolerant. Sure, there are days when you just like to eat ice cream and pizza without a care in the world, but you just want to go home and sleep. You also have an early shift tomorrow, so spending the night on the toilet is not really on your to do list. You’re about to tell Denki that you’re not feeling hungry, but a certain look in his eyes makes you hesitate.
“Man, the line was soooo long to get this thing! I got there an hour ago but didn’t actually get to order until like 10 minutes ago! I had to run here to make sure I got here on time so I didn’t miss you.” Denki tells you all of this with wild hand gestures, but you can only focus on the dreadful thought that he would feel absolutely crushed if you told him you didn’t want to eat the cheesecake. “I know it was probably dumb to wait in line for that long, but I read some really good reviews about the cheesecake and I wanted you to try it…”
After hearing all of that, there was no way you were going to break his heart. You grab a large slice of the dessert and cut off a sizable piece with your fork. With a determined huff, you practically shove the whole piece past your lips. Despite your initial reluctance, the cheesecake does indeed taste heavenly.
Denki stares at you with wide eyes and stays speechless until you swallow. His face breaks out into a relieved grin. “Wow...you were pretty hungry, huh. Glad you like it though!”
For the next couple minutes, you both have some lighthearted conversations about your days while finishing up your respective slices. You start to feel a slight twinge in your stomach, but opt to ignore it for the time being since you were enjoying your time with Denki. Another minute or two passes and the pain only continues to grow before you know exactly what might happen if you don’t get home soon.
You muster up a strained smile. “I’d hate to leave so soon, but I think I’m gonna head back home. It’s been a long day, so I wanna rest.”
“Oh, sure! Do you want me to take you home?” Denki asks as he starts packing up the rest of the cheesecake.
“No, it’s fine. I brought my car today. Thanks for the snack! I’ll see you tomorrow after work.” You stand up and get ready to walk to your car, but a hand on your wrist stops you.
“Wait! You forgot the cheesecake!” Denki lifts your arm to place the box in your hand.
You grimace. “No, no! It’s okay! You can take it! You spent a lot of time to get it. Share it with your roommate if you want!”
The blonde momentarily gives you a confused look, but it quickly shifts to a bright smile. “Nah, I think you deserve it way more than Sero. You looked like you really liked it, so I want you to have it!”
At this point, the only thing you can think about is getting home. There’s no way you’ll be able to convince him to keep it in the next few minutes, so you hastily take the cheesecake into your arms. You don’t forget to kiss your boyfriend on the cheek before speed-walking away. “Bye, Denki!”
Once you’re out of sight, you run. You could go into one of the school bathrooms, but you’re not a big fan of sitting in a public restroom while literally spilling your guts out. You do not want to relive those high school memories. There are still a couple students loitering around that give you a funny look at your fast pace, but you just don’t care. As soon as you get into your car, you roughly place the cheesecake in the passenger seat and start driving to your apartment. You don’t live too far from campus, but it sure does feel like an eternity before you pull into your parking lot.
With the cheesecake box in one hand and your keys in the other, you rush up the stairs to your floor and practically rip open your door after trying to unlock it three times. You throw your bag on the floor after locking the door behind you and shove the cheesecake onto the kitchen counter. You sprint to the bathroom like a madman and don’t even bother closing the door before sitting yourself down on the toilet.
Not your greatest moment but still better than high school.
After the worst of it, you check your cabinets for medication, but the universe decided that today would be the day you faced the consequences of not restocking. You defeatedly trek back to your living room and flop onto the couch. There’s still some discomfort in your stomach and you know there will be a few more trips to the bathroom for a while before you could go to sleep. You let out a frustrated groan at the thought of going to work the next day. Once he finds out why you’re so exhausted at work, Shinsou was definitely going to give you shit tomorrow. No pun intended.
The dessert box on the counter stares at you mockingly. There’s a part of you that wants to chuck it out your window, but the softer side you can’t seem to forget how much effort Denki put into buying it. You might just secretly give the rest of it to Shinsou or Shouto so it doesn't end up in the trash.
You still remember the smile your boyfriend gave you after you took a bite out of the cheesecake that was just as sweet as the dessert itself.
Was it worth it? Maybe.
The fourth gift
A soft hum leaves your lips as you leisurely stir your pasta sauce in the pot. Your boyfriend should be arriving any minute now, so you start setting the table to get ready for dinner. After listening to Denki tell you about his rough week in his classes, you decided to treat him with a homemade dinner at your apartment instead of going out for your date this week and he was more than happy to try your cooking.
Just as you finish straining the noodles, there’s a loud knock on your door. After wiping your hands on a towel, you make your way to the front door and open it to see Denki standing there with a bright grin on his face.
“Hey, beautiful!”
Your boyfriend greets you lovingly with a small kiss just as he usually does, but your eyes get caught on a large bag hanging from his fingers. You eye it curiously as Denki walks inside and closes the door. “What’s that?”
“Oh, it’s just a small thing that I picked up for you on my way back home from class yesterday! I’ll let you open it after we eat.”
You’re about to ask him more about it, but Denki’s stomach growls in hunger as a distraction. Both of you laugh, and he sits down at the table as you serve the food. A light blush paints your cheeks when he animatedly compliments your cooking and eagerly devours everything in a couple minutes before asking for another plate.
Once you finish eating, Denki offers to do the dishes while you set everything up to watch a movie together. You’ve decided on an action film, and placed two mugs of juice on the coffee table. After a few minutes, you both settle down on the couch and Denki sets the large mystery bag on his lap. “Since we’re gonna be chillin’ on the couch for our date, I thought I’d bring this!”
He giddily claps his hands together before pulling out…a green blanket?
“I noticed that you don’t have a lot of green in your apartment, so I’ve decided to change that!”
The gesture is sweet. There’s nothing wrong with the gift… except for the fact that you fucking hate the color green. You didn’t always have such a strong resentment for the color. In fact, it used to be one of your favorites. That was all before you came to associate the color green with your ex.
It’s already been over a year since you broke up with your ex-boyfriend, but the way he wrongfully treated you still lingers in your mind today. He was never physically abusive, but his manipulative words shattered your heart on multiple occasions and all of it was said while he wore his favorite green hoodie in his apartment that was decked with green furniture. He wore that stupid article of clothing so often that you can’t even remember the last time he washed it. It doesn’t help that the blanket has a similar texture.
“Thanks.”
In his excitement to start your movie night, Denki doesn’t notice the slight tremble in your voice or the stiffness of your limbs when he drapes the blanket over the two of you. It sits on your shoulders like a heavy rock threatening to crush you. The movie starts, but no amount of explosives or toppling buildings on the screen could distract you from the storm brewing in your head. It almost feels like an itch that you can’t reach, and it frustrates you to no end. A simple color shouldn’t be bothering you this much, but you can’t help it. This was supposed to be a relaxing date night with the boyfriend you’ve come to love now but glimpses of your ex have ruined it.
You try your best to seem unbothered, but you can’t stop yourself from letting out a quiet sniffle. With how close Denki is, there’s no way he missed the noise. The blonde’s head snaps to the side alarmingly and tightens his arm around your shoulders. “You good? Is something wrong?”
“No, I’m fine.” Even to your own ears, you don’t sound ‘fine’.
Denki quickly pauses the movie and shifts his body so that he’s facing you. “You don’t sound okay. Can you tell me why you’re upset?...D-did I do something wrong?”
“Well…you didn’t really…” You look down and try to think of a way to tell your boyfriend how you feel without troubling him too much. “My last relationship was pretty toxic, and my ex said a lot of things that really hurt me. He had a hoodie that he wore all the time and he always bought things in a specific color and um…it’s the same color as the blanket, so…yeah. Don’t worry. It’s my fault for feeling this way.”
Denki silently stares at you for a moment before running a hand through his hair in a stressed manner. His eyebrows are furrowed and his frown mirrors your own. “Oh…sorry. I didn’t mean to make you remember such a horrible guy.”
You quickly raise your head and clasp onto one of his hands. “No! Don’t apologize. There’s no way you would’ve known because I never told you. This isn’t your fault.”
The blonde stares into your eyes with purpose and grasps onto both your hands in his. He gives you a reassuring squeeze. “Then, the way you feel isn’t your fault either. He was an asshole, and you deserve so much better.”
Denki’s hands shift upwards and cup your face affectionately. “But, hey. You can’t avoid the color green forever, so why don’t we just make better memories together?”
Your eyes widen in surprise, not expecting Denki to lift the mood so fast. He usually stays upset for a while when it comes to a bit more serious topics, so you appreciate the effort he’s putting into making sure you were happy. “You know, you’re really cool, Denki.”
The man beams at you and then proceeds to stand up to stretch his arms. “The first step to making better memories is good food. I say this calls for some ice cream!”
Thank goodness you stocked up on lactose free ice cream last week.
Before you knew it, you and Denki were sitting on the floor with a tub of ice cream resting on your coffee table. The blanket was draped across your legs, but it no longer had an uncomfortable weight accompanying it. Your boyfriend grabs a large scoop of the dessert in one hand and raises it into the air. “As my friend always says一Your ex can go eat shit!”
The movie night resumes, but the air is filled with your laughter instead. You don’t think the old memories with the color green would ever fade completely, but maybe adding a little more of the color in your life wouldn’t be too bad now that you’ve also associated it with Denki.
A little voice in your head tells you that the problem from today could’ve been avoided if you had just told Denki that you weren’t a fan of his gift giving skills (or lack thereof) earlier, but your stubbornness has won you over once again.
After tonight, it couldn’t get any worse than this, right?
The fifth gift
You probably should’ve seen it coming with how much you’ve brushed off all of the gifts Denki has given you. You should’ve known that there would be a pretty big consequence to your own ignorance, and you can’t believe you didn’t realize your mistake until things went too far.
It all started when you visited Denki’s apartment to relax and spend some time with him after the end of finals. You were both clad in comfy pajamas, and Denki’s roommate was out for the rest of the day, so there was no need to leave any time soon.
You expected the day to be chill with no worries now that you were on break, but your boyfriend was anything but calm. His leg had been nervously bouncing up and down for the past 30 minutes, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could wait for him to speak up about what was bothering him. Ultimately, you decided to break the silence first. “Alright, Denki. What’s going on in your pretty little head?”
Denki's whole body freezes at your sudden question. He thinks for a moment as if contemplating on whether or not to tell you but eventually gives in and lets out a deep sigh. “There’s something I want to talk to you about, but before that, let me go get something really quick.”
The blonde doesn’t give you a chance to reply and hastily makes his way into his bedroom. When he walks back to where you are, he has a medium sized box in his arms. That’s not a good sign.
Denki clears his throat. “I was going to give this to you after dinner, but I think my head is gonna explode if I don’t do this now.”
He hands you the box and watches anxiously as you slowly open the lid. As soon as your eyes focus on the objects in front of you, your mouth drops. You aren’t sure what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t what was in your hands at this moment. “Denki, I adore you. I really do. But, why the fuck are you giving me baby shoes?!”
Perhaps you could’ve said that a bit less dramatically since Denki was clearly on edge at your tone, but your bafflement has gotten rid of every filter. You pray to the universe that this isn’t for what you think it is. You are not ready to have children.
“Wait! Here me out!” Denki raises his arms in front of him defensively. Your curiosity gets the best of you and you sit still with your arms crossed as he starts rambling. “The other day I overheard you talking to your mom on the phone and you were making a lot of cooing noises. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I wanted to know what made you so happy, so I listened in for a bit longer. You kept saying stuff like ‘my baby’ and how you couldn’t wait to see ‘your little ball of sunshine’. I came up with the conclusion that you might’ve had a secret kid and…I wanted to buy you something to show you that I want to support you.”
Your eyes are still wide by the end of explanation. You’re glad that Denki’s gift wasn’t hinting at the fact that he wanted to have a child with you, but his thoughts were still ridiculous. You take a deep breath before speaking, “Why did you think I would keep something like this from you?”
“I-I thought you might’ve felt embarrassed or too scared to tell me. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, and I wanted to wait for you to tell me, but then I found these cute shoes…” Denki’s voice stutters with uncertainty.
You mentally facepalm. “Denki. I don’t have a child. I was talking to my dog.”
. . .
“Oh…oh.”
There’s about a minute of awkward silence before you both burst out laughing. The tension completely dissipates and Denki even falls off the couch from laughing so hard. Your sides start to become sore and you need another minute or two to calm down. You wipe the tears from your eyes as Denki plops back onto the couch next to you. “Man, it sure sucks that I spent so much on these. Sero’s going to kill me when he finds out I couldn’t pay rent ‘cause of a misunderstanding.”
“What?”
Your boyfriend’s shoulders tense up again and he tries his best to backtrack. “Uh…I mean…Nothing!’
“Denki, how much did you spend on these shoes?” Your voice is calm, but there’s an unsettling dip in your stomach. Your eyes are sharp and if looks could kill, Denki would be six feet under.
“O-only maybe like a couple hundred…?” His voice lowers to a mumble by the end of his sentence, but you heard it loud and clear.
“Denki!”
Denki cowers. “Okay, okay! I know it sounds bad, but I’ll return these and pay Sero back! I’ll even do it by the end of this week!”
You’re going to have to buy Sero coffee one day to make up for his roommate’s careless mistake.
You pinch the bridge of your nose in distress at Denki’s impulsiveness and think back on all the times he’s given you a gift. This has to come to an end now. The last thing you want to see is your boyfriend sitting out on the streets in a cardboard box asking for spare change because you were too much of an idiot to talk to him about your concerns.
“You need to stop giving me stuff.”
Denki furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Might as well just rip the bandaid off. “Denki, you’re terrible at giving gifts.”
The man dramatically gasps in disbelief, but you just continue, “I appreciate you, and I love spending time with you, but I don’t want any more of these surprises. Sure, I find a way to make good memories with them, but if it means that you have to sacrifice your comfort and financial stability, I don’t want it. I’d rather cuddle with you for hours and be satisfied with just being with you.”
Denki sports a shocked expression but eventually nods his head in understanding. He stares deeply into your eyes before leaning forward and bringing you into his arms in a warm embrace. “Okay. Message received. We can talk about this more later, but I’ll stop giving you surprise gifts and just give you lots of hugs instead.”
You giggle and your shoulders sag with relief. With that problem out of the way, a part of you still wants to tease him. “I hope that offer also comes with lots of kisses?”
He answers by smashing his lips into yours without any hesitation. A warm feeling encompasses your heart and you really hope Denki’s roommate doesn’t come home early to ruin the moment. This was definitely a lot better than baby shoes.
The right gift
It’s been a couple years since you and Denki have started dating. Both of you have graduated from college and have begun your lives into adulthood. You decided to move in together and have found stable jobs near the shared apartment. After the ‘gift incident’ in college, you and your boyfriend have decided to forgo gift exchanges in general unless you both knew for sure what the other wanted after double checking. You thought he had gotten over that phase in his life, which is why you're completely caught off guard when he asks you to close your eyes for a surprise during an anniversary date at an amusement park that you’ve both come to love. You’re sitting side-by-side inside of a Ferris wheel cabin near the top of the wheel.
“Denki, we’ve been over this.”
“I know, I know! I promise you can trust me.” The blonde tries to reassure you as much as he can, but you can’t stop the uneasiness from creeping up on you.
He wipes his hands on his pants and takes something out of his jacket pocket. “Shit…why am I so nervous all of a sudden…Y-you can open your eyes now.”
When you do as he says, your eyes make a beeline for the small cubical box that’s settled into his palm. Your heart stops when you realize what it might be.
Denki clears his throat and takes a deep breath. “I know we had a bit of a rough start because of my stupidity and jealousy, but we’ve also been through a lot of happy moments together. You’ve always been patient with me, and even when I basically gave you diarrhea that one time, you never yelled at me or made me feel dumb like a lot of the people I used to hang out with. In college, you didn’t judge me when I had to retake my calc class or laugh at me when I got fired from my part-time job.”
“You mean a lot to me…like a lot. And, there isn’t anyone I’d rather hug, or kiss, or cuddle until one of us has to pee一ehem. What I’m trying to say is that I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you until we both grow old and senile. The only way to do that is if you maybe want to marry me?”
Denki opens the box in his hands to reveal a simple ring with a small diamond stone at the center. There’s nothing flamboyant or extraordinary about the design, but the simplicity of it is exactly to your taste. The diamond isn’t too overbearing, and you can’t help but admire how it shines under the sunset sky.
“I know you might’ve felt burdened if I bought something bigger, and this caught my eye as soon as I walked into the store. I saved up for this for a while too一”
“Yes.”
“一’cause I didn’t want you to worry that I couldn’t pay rent or something- wait what?”
A sense of déjà vu flickers in your mind, and a brief memory of the day you started dating makes you smile even wider. “Yes, I will marry you. I love you too.”
You know that if you weren’t inside of a flimsy Ferris wheel cabin, the blonde would’ve jumped up with his fists in the air in bliss. He slots the ring onto your finger and it's a perfect fit. You both lean in to share a deep kiss and you wish the moment could last forever. Once you pull away, Denki places his forehead on yours fondly.
“Did I get it right this time?”
“Yes, Denki. You absolutely did.”
A/N: kaminari denki rights !!
Onigiri Miya Tidbits Last Chapter
Title: the cherry on top
Genre: gen fic, reader insert
Word Count: 2.2k
Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.
disclaimer: manga spoilers
A/N: i know this is supposed to be a gen fic, but my gosh i couldn't stop the couple lines of fluff. if you're not into that stuff, i am not apologizing cause y/n deserves only the best (; feel free to skip those couple sentences or gush over it once :D
Previous///Masterlist
The summer air is buzzing with excitement for the Tokyo 2020 Summer Olympics. Banners of the big sports event line the streets above all of the shops and stalls. The year may be 2021, but it seems like the event’s delay only fueled the nation’s anticipation.
The street you’re walking down hasn’t changed much in the past three years since you last worked in the area, so it doesn’t take long for you to spot the familiar Onigiri Miya sign. Nostalgia overtakes your senses when you reach your destination and slide open the entrance to the restaurant.
“Welcome to-! Oh, hi!” Your cousin Kimura greets you as you walk in and then swiftly turns around. “Boss, she’s here!”
Osamu looks up from the counter and smiles when he makes eye contact with you. He doesn’t seem to be busy at the moment, so you both walk towards the back of the room to stand in front of one another.
He gives you a small pout. “It’s been a while. I missed you, (Name).”
“Osamu, we went on a date last week.” You giggle at his expression and place a hand on his cheek. The two of you instinctively lean towards one another and share a sweet kiss. After parting, you look up at him to continue the conversation. “The Olympics is less than two weeks away. Of course, I’m gonna be busy. You know, ‘cause that’s like a big thing for sports? And, my job is also kind of big on sports?”
“I knooww, but you’ve been so busy with work,” Osamu whines.
“I just happened to get my job right before one of the biggest sports events in Japan. You can blame Kuroo-san for that.” You remember when you had called Kuroo a couple days after your graduation asking if he could still hook you up with a job offer. It didn’t even take a minute for him to pass the phone to one of his superiors. You’re still shocked to this day on how you were able to secure a job after how much you stuttered in that call. If he hadn’t helped you get your job, Kuroo would’ve been on your hit list.
“Speaking of jobs and sports, I’ll let you in on a little tidbit.” Osamu places a hand next to his mouth as if he were about to tell you some big secret. “I heard there’s a super competent sports nutritionist working with the men's’ national volleyball team.”
A laugh escapes your lips as he mentions your occupation. “Really? I’ve heard her say that Onigiri Miya is her favorite restaurant of all time and that she’s dating the owner.”
“Lucky girl.” Osamu shifts his legs so that he’s able to lean against the counter. “What made you choose being a sports nutritionist again? You originally applied for your program ‘cause you wanted to be an exercise physiologist, right?”
“My program had a pretty broad range of studies and all of the students were able to have some exposure to a bunch of professions before we ultimately had to choose. An exercise physiologist seemed pretty cool, but I really loved the dynamic of a sports nutritionist and how they work with athletes. And, I don't know, I guess sports and food just clicked?” You shrug your shoulders lightheartedly while Osamu nods his head in understanding.
Your conversation is cut off by your phone’s ringtone indicating an incoming call. When you look at the caller ID, you see Bokuto’s name with a silly picture of his nostrils that he had taken when he had given you his number. You take a seat on one of the counter chairs and give Osamu a confused look when he sits down next to you. “Aren’t you in the middle of work right now?”
Osamu shrugs his shoulders. “It’s been a slow day, and the few customers here are doing alright. I’m curious about how they treat you now.”
With a simple nod, you slide your finger over your screen to answer the call with an automatic greeting, “Hey, Bokuto-san. Did something happen?”
“(Surname)-chan!” Bokuto’s exclamation causes you to wince at the loudness. “I have a question!”
“What’s your question?”
There’s a brief rustling noise on the other end before Bokuto replies. “I know we’re supposed to be on a pretty strict diet, but Mori-Mori brought some tasty jelly snacks! Can I eat some?”
You sweatdrop at the childish inquiry. “Yeah, that’s fine. Ask Komori-san to bring some tomorrow as well.”
“Got it! Thanks, (Surname)-chan!”
Bokuto hangs up the call right after thanking you, and Osamu snickers at the interaction. “So, this is what it’s like being the nutritionist of the biggest volleyball team in the nation?”
“Oh, you have no-” You're interrupted by your phone’s ringtone once again. When you look at your screen, you see Bokuto’s name flash. With a sigh, you answer. “Hello?”
“(Surname)-chan! Yayaku brought some really delicious honey chips and I was wondering if I could eat those too? They look really good!” Bokuto asks fervently.
You bring a hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose. “Bokuto-san, you know you don’t have to ask me every time you want to eat something. I’m a nutritionist, not a mother. I just help you with your diet. Snacks are okay in moderation. I’m sure Yaku-san wouldn’t mind letting you have some.”
“That’s true…Okay, I won’t call you anymore today! Bye, (Surname)-chan!” Bokuto hangs up but not before you hear another voice in the background that screams ‘See? I told you!’.
Osamu finally lets out a hearty laugh as he watches you place your phone on the counter. “They sure keep you on your toes. Is work always like this?”
“Nah. They all have a pretty good amount of respect for me, so it’s actually really nice working with them most of the time. Although, I’ve had to wrangle in some of the guys before they did anything stupid.”
“I'd imagine it’s been pretty hectic considering the people you’ve been working with.”
“It’s...definitely a strange dynamic. Most of the guys on the team are pretty chill with a few exceptions. Atsumu’s the same as always, but at least I have Ojiro-san now to reel him in. Not to mention my co-worker, Iwaizumi-san, is a godsend.”
The man beside you raises an eyebrow at the unfamiliar name. “Iwaizumi? Can’t say I’ve ever heard of him before.”
“He’s the athletic trainer for the team. We work together to make sure everyone’s taking care of themselves.” You scroll through your phone and pull up a picture of your co-worker when he was helping some of the athletes with their stretches.
“Damn.” Osamu eyes the screen intently. “Should I be worried that he’ll steal you away from me?”
“Based on your reaction, I should be worried he’ll steal you away from me. Plus, apparently some of the guys have been secretly plotting for you and me to get together for the past three years and will make sure nothing gets in the way.”
You share another moment of laughter. You’re about to change the subject to ask him about the shop, but your phone rings for the third time today. When you check, you’re surprised to see a call from the man you were just talking about. “Speak of the devil.”
This time you answer with the speaker on so that Osamu can hear. “What’s up, Iwa-san?”
There’s a tired sigh from the other end before Iwaizumi finally speaks up. “They’re going insane over eating too many snacks, and they don’t want to get in trouble with you. It doesn’t matter what I tell them ‘cause they won’t listen to me. When are you coming back? I’m about to rip my hair out or punch someone.”
“I’ll be back in Tokyo by tomorrow, so you’re gonna have to hold them off until then.” You don’t hide the amused smile and Osamu audibly snickers.
“Oh, shit. Are you with someone? Sorry, to bother you on your day off,” Iwaizumi apologizes.
You let out a small noise of reassurance. “No, you’re good. I know it’s a handful to watch over them by yourself. You could probably get the coach to let them start a practice game or something to keep them distracted for the rest of the day.”
“Sounds good. Thanks, (Surname)-san. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
This time, you hang up the phone first and silence your ringer. When you face Osamu again, your heart flutters at the way he’s staring at you. He has one hand squishing into his cheek from being propped up on the counter making his face rounder, and his gaze is soft. He’s going to be the death of you.
“S-so, any news on the shop? I kind of miss working here. We went through quite a lot of...interesting experiences.” You curse at yourself silently for stuttering, but it seems like Osamu doesn’t think too much of it.
“Not really. We have been getting a lot more customers but nothing too crazy. It was honestly the craziest when you were around,” Osamu responds. For the next couple minutes, you both reminisce over the year you worked at Onigiri Miya with a couple added thoughts from the two of you.
Your first day of work. (“I’m sure Bokuto-san has figured out his taxes by now, right?”)
When you met Atsumu. (“Really? He told me you knocked over the eggs.”)
The MSBY welcome party for Hinata. (“I never let them into the shop with any form of alcohol after that. Even Sakusa-san’s sanitizers are a hazard.”)
When you met your favorite Youtuber. (“He won’t let me pay for his patreon. He just keeps giving me stuff for free! No, I’m not complaining.”)
The Shiratorizawa alumni reunion. (“I really didn’t mean to kick him that hard.”)
Meeting the Schweiden Adlers. (“Hey, don’t laugh at me. I admired Romero-san just as much as you admired Kozume-san.”)
Meeting Osamu’s high school friends. (“Yeah, I was jealous when Kita-san gave you his sweater.”)
The MSBY promotion day. (“Oh, stop pouting. It was an accident, Osamu. I always remembered to lock the door while changing after that.”)
When you were stuck because of a storm. (“A month? You had that hoodie in the back room for a month??”)
The big game day. (“Wow. You had yourself a whole harem- ow! That was a joke!”)
Your last day of ‘work’. (“I still have the card you gave me on my nightstand. Means a lot to me.”)
As you’re wrapping up your trip down memory lane, a phone suddenly rings. It can’t be yours since you’ve silenced it, and your suspicions are confirmed when Osamu takes out his phone from his pocket. He doesn’t seem to recognize the number, but answers in case it’s for work. “Hello? Miya Osamu speaking.”
A familiar voice shouts into the phone from the other end. “‘Samu! I wanna ask (Name)-chan something. I know she’s with you!”
“‘Tsumu? Who’s phone are you calling from?” Osamu asks.
“I...borrowed Yaku-san’s phone for a bit. (Name)-chan isn’t answering my calls, and I know you wouldn’t answer if you saw my number,” Atsumu whines. “Why is (Name)-chan ignoring my calls?!”
At your confusion, you pull out your phone. Surely enough, there are 3 missed call notifications from Atsumu. You and Osamu give each other a look of understanding before Osamu directs his attention back to his phone. “Because she has better taste in men. Don’t call again while she’s with me. Ask her tomorrow.”
“What?! I want to talk to her right now- gah! Yaku-san-!” The call cuts off right after you hear the blonde’s outcry. (He probably got caught by the libero and is going through hell right now. Rest in peace, Miya Atsumu.)
Once the call disconnects, the screen flashes back to Osamu’s lockscreen and a warm feeling encompasses you when you see that it’s the picture that you took on the day of the Adlers vs. MSBY game. “Your lockscreen is still that old picture?”
The male looks at his phone fondly. “Yeah, I couldn’t let it go. Yours is still the one from our first date, right?”
You nod your head and turn on your own lockscreen. As he said, it’s a picture of when you went on your first date to a food festival in Hyogo. Wide smiles adorn your faces while an ungodly amount of street food hangs from your arms. It was a good memory.
You wish there was more time to talk with Osamu, but it seems like the world is still against you when a large group of teens walk into the restaurant to order food. Kimura sends a look towards his boss and Osamu nods his head in acknowledgement. You both stand up from your seats and turn to face each other.
“Looks like our time’s up,” Osamu comments. He takes your right hand and pulls it up to brush against his lips dramatically. “Do you think the pretty lady in front of me might want to go for some dinner together after I close up later tonight?”
“Osamu, we’ve been dating for 6 months.”
“Then, I’ll take that as a yes?”
“I’ve got a little tidbit for you.” You peck his lips with a chaste kiss. “It’s a yes.”
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tidbit:
1. a small piece of tasty food
2. a small piece of pleasing or interesting information
A/N: and that’s a wrap! thank you guys for all the support for this series for the past couple months! i know the updates were a bit wonky, but you guys were very patient with me, and i appreciate it! next time i write a series, i promise to plan ahead of time hehe
I’ll probably start focusing on some more oneshots while i write up a new series so i wont disappear for too long (no promises cause im a sporadic writer) there will be more bnha and haikyuu though!
thanks again for all the love and i hope y’all were able to find some comfort in my writing. ‘til next time!
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