#shinji watari x reader

[showhay]

your teenage kid, decided to do “my mom now vs then” trend.

timeskip!aoba johsai x f!reader

c: just a lil vulgar with words.

idk i’m not gonna bother finding one, maybe when i’m free.

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oikawa tōru

slideshow: you in seijoh uniform, then now glowing unfairly.

comments:

“idk who dad is but i’d fight him in a parking lot blindfolded.”

“she’s so fine she could cheat on me and i’d apologize.”

“nah she’s giving ‘ruin my 401k with a wink’ energy.”

oikawa’s jaw DROPS. “CHEAT ON THEM?? APOLOGIZE??” he immediately pulls you onto his lap and kisses you like he’s making a PSA. then turns to the phone: “she doesn’t need your 401k, sweetie, she has me.”

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iwaizumi hajime

slideshow: you in his jacket → you now, glowing.

comments:

“nah she looks like she’d tell me to man up then step on me.”

“ur mom is the reason loyalty doesn’t exist anymore.”

“she’s got that ‘i’ll ruin your bloodline then make you breakfast’ vibe.”

iwaizumi literally THROWS the phone on the couch. “RUIN YOUR BLOODLINE?? BREAKFAST??” he yanks you into his chest like you might disappear. growls, “no stepping, no breakfast — just me. mine.”

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matsukawa issei

slideshow: you in yukata at a festival → you now, unfairly hotter.

comments:

“nah mom is the final boss, dad’s a side quest.”

“she could insult my whole family and i’d clap then ask for more.”

“tell her to hold her wedding again and i’d attend just to object.”

matsukawa snorts so loud he chokes. “SIDE QUEST??” then pulls you in for a kiss that lasts way too long, only to break it and mutter against your lips: “game over, idiots. i already won.”

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hanamaki takahiro

slideshow: you in his jacket → you now, glowing.

comments:

“petition to be mom’s side piece.”

“nah she’s giving ‘ruin me then pack me leftovers in tupperware.’”

“i don’t care who dad is, she’s my delulu canon now.”

hanamaki SCREAMS at the phone. “SIDE PIECE??? DELULU CANON WHAT IS THAT??” he clings to you like velcro, nuzzling your neck while whining, “leftovers? she’s not giving leftovers — i’m the main course, thanks.”

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kunimi akira

slideshow: you in classroom → you now, radiant.

comments:

“nah mom’s too fine, dad must’ve bribed the universe.”

“she looks like the kind of woman who’d ghost me mid-date and i’d still write her love letters.”

“ur mom is literally my Roman Empire.”

kunimi stares at the screen, blinks once, then mutters flatly: “roman empire?? bribed?? ghost??” he pulls you into his lap, monotone but heated: “you’re haunting me forever. not them.”

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kyōtani kentarō

slideshow: you in pigtails with a mean mug → you now, sharper and gorgeous.

comments:

“she could spit in my mouth and i’d tip her.”

“nah she’s giving ‘ruin my life like a sport’ energy.”

“ur mom is literally my villain origin story.”

kyōtani CRACKS the phone case in his fist. “spit?? villain ORIGIN??” he growls, yanks you in for a bruising kiss, mutters against your lips: “if anyone’s ruined, it’s you—by me.”

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kindaichi yūtarō

slideshow: goofy peace sign → you now, jaw-dropping.

comments:

“nah she’s sunday forgiveness with saturday night sins.”

“she looks like she’d pat me once then wreck my whole lineage.”

“ur mom is literally why therapy exists.”

kindaichi hides his face in his hands, ears blazing red. “therapy?? they need that.” he suddenly pulls your hands into his lap, staring at you like you’ll disappear. “i don’t need therapy. i just need you.”

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yahaba shigeru

slideshow: you in volleyball hoodie → you now, radiant.

comments:

“nah mom can break up with me over text, i’d tattoo it.”

“she looks like she’d max out my credit card with a smile.”

“tell your dad he’s just renting her, we’re buying.”

yahaba nearly YEETS the phone out the window. “RENTING?? BUYING??” he grabs your face, kisses you hard, then mutters against your lips, “you’re owned. by me. permanent lease. no returns.”

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watari shinji

slideshow: you laughing at a festival → you now, shining unfairly.

comments:

“nah mom’s the kind of fine wars were fought over.”

“she’s giving ‘divine milf intervention’ energy.”

“i’d fight every god for a seat next to her at dinner.”

watari’s hands shake around the phone. “fight gods? the hell is a MILF intervention??” he grips your hand so hard your knuckles ache, then kisses each finger, desperate. “they can fight gods. i already have heaven.”

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‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a: idek how i come up with stuff like these.

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

iloveu

[paroslineage]

HOW HAIKYU!! CHARACTERS WOULD PROTECT YOUR DRINK AT A FRAT PARTY

SEIJOH EDITION.

🥇 Third Years

Tōru Oikawa

Protection Level: ★★★★★★★★★★ (10/10)

He watches your drink like a hawk, subtle but utterly terrifying if anyone even thinks about touching it.

Will follow you to the restroom without being obvious, just in case.

If someone tries to spike your drink, he’s calm at first — a charming smile masking sheer menace — then he corners them, lets them sweat, and makes it very clear the consequences would ruin their life.

You thank him with a small squeeze on his arm or a soft “thank you” whispered in his ear; his grin widens and he’s internally over the moon.

Hajime Iwaizumi

Protection Level: ★★★★★★★★★ (9/10)

Hands-on type: he literally hovers over your drink and will tackle anyone who comes too close.

If a shady punk approaches, he doesn’t even talk first. He steps in, chest out, voice booming, giving them one chance — and if they push it, boom.

You thank him by hugging him tight, burying your face in his chest. He secretly loves it more than the physical intimidation itself.

Takahiro Hanamaki

Protection Level: ★★★★★★★★ (8/10)

Prefers subtle manipulation over brute force: he’ll charm potential threats into leaving you alone first, reading the room like a pro.

If charm fails, he’s more than capable of scaring them off — snarky comments escalating into slaps if necessary.

Your thank-you is usually a teasing smile or playful nudge, which he finds incredibly satisfying.

Issei Matsukawa

Protection Level: ★★★★★★★ (7/10)

Straightforward brute: he doesn’t hide his protective nature. He sits near your table or keeps a hand on your drink at all times.

Threaten your drink? He’s the first to confront, swinging fists or yelling, and anyone near him knows trouble’s coming.

Your thank-you is a grin and casual praise; he secretly craves recognition for being the “loud scary protector.”

🥈 Second Years

Shigeru Yahaba

Protection Level: ★★★★★★★ (7/10)

Sly, observant, and surprisingly patient: he’ll notice shady behavior before anyone else.

If someone tries anything, he calls them out in front of the crowd, creating humiliation as his weapon.

You thank him with a wink or small laugh — he loves the attention and the acknowledgment of his cleverness.

Shinji Watari

Protection Level: ★★★★★★ (6/10)

Keeps quiet but stays close. Less intimidating physically, but people sense a “don’t mess with her” aura.

If someone tries to mess with your drink, he blocks them subtly, but if it escalates, he’s surprisingly vicious with words or a quick shove.

You thank him with a gentle touch on the shoulder or a soft smile; he’s humble but secretly melts inside.

Kentarō Kyōtani (Mad Dog)

Protection Level: ★★★★★★★★★ (9/10)

Unpredictable chaos incarnate: he doesn’t need a reason to crush anyone who threatens you.

The moment someone gets near your drink with ill intentions, he’s on them immediately. No hesitation. Total physical dominance.

You thank him by leaning into him or whispering a quiet “thanks, Kyotani,” which makes him grin like a maniac. He loves knowing someone trusts him completely.

🥉 First Years

Yūtarō Kindaichi

Protection Level: ★★★★★ (5/10)

Nervous but loyal: he stays near you, watching for trouble.

If someone tries to spike your drink, he panics, but Hajime or Oikawa quickly cover him; otherwise, he’s ready to shout loudly and scare them.

Your thank-you is a small compliment or playful tease; he beams like he just won a medal.

Akira Kunimi

Protection Level: ★★★★★★ (6/10)

Calm, observant, and deceptively capable. He doesn’t need to yell; he gives the right look, and trouble usually backs off.

If someone escalates, he handles it efficiently, without theatrics — a quiet but brutal threat.

You thank him with a soft pat on the arm or a subtle smile. He appreciates the quiet trust you place in him.

Summary of Dynamics

Oikawa & Kyotani: Absolute apex predators. Subtle charm vs pure chaos — both terrify anyone thinking of crossing you.

Iwa & Hanamaki: Brute force and charm combined; hands-on, unapologetic, reliable.

Matsun & Yahaba: Loud protection and clever intimidation; steady but less flashy.

Watari, Kindaichi, Kunimi: Quiet, observant, subtle, but effective if things go wrong.

You: Their beloved, absolutely protected, and they all compete, in some way, to keep you safe — with you always aware, always grateful, and mischievously acknowledging the chaos they cause for your sake.

KARASUNO EDITION.

NEKOMA EDITION.

INARIZAKI EDITION.

[kelltonic]

Haikyuu Headcanons !!

...going to see Santa with them

A/N: A weird collection of characters as this is technically my part 2 to do haunted house post, but I wrote it too late so I made it Christmas-themed instead lmao.

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Iwaizumi Hajime

"This seems... misleading." Hajime muttered, holding your hand as he rubs the back of his neck, struggling to hide his embarrasment. You had heard there was a christmas pop-up nearby, and your niece practically blew up from excitement, begging you to take her. Rather than going by yourself with her, you decided to drag the one person who'd never say no to you. Despite how much he wanted to.

"Ah, young love." The deep voice laced with christmas spirit cheered, allowing your neice onto his knee. You were focused on entertaining the child with Santa, rather than paying attention to Hajime's glowing face. Neither of you protested the statement, after all, you did seem to fit so well together in this setting with your neice.

Oikawa Tooru

"OH MY GOD!!!" Tooru squealed, presenting his phone like a child. On his screen was an advertisement for the local santa meet-and-greet.

"..You know we're not exactly the target audience for that, right?" You mocked, but to your expectations, he didn't let up.

Waiting in line, Tooru's nephew (the scapegoat/excuse) was busy with his game. It was clear he did NOT want to be here, claiming to be "way too old to do that lame stuff." And honestly, you kind of agreed. But nobody could talk Tooru out of anything, especially an opportunity to get a bunch of holiday photos for his (very succesful) instagram.

Watari Shinji

"Aren't we a bit too old for that?" Shinji chuckled, he didn't seem to be mocking your interest in the Santa meet-and-greet, but he wasn't too keen either. Despite his few objections, he accepted your invite fairly easily.

"I haven't done this since I was little, I'm kind of excited." He consolidated in you as you were approaching the gates to meet the man, the myth, the legend.

"...Why am I kind of nervous." Shinji paused, awkwardly clinging behind you in mild humiliation.

Miya Atsumu

"Have you heard???? THE Santa is coming locally to meet everyone, can we pleaseeeeeee go!!!" The blonde hair (bee) boy begged. You weren't opposed to attending, but his manner of refering to Santa had made you question his beliefs to the point you had to shoot his brother a quick message.

'Osamu. Dude. Did your parents ever tell you the truth about Santa????'

'Yea. Atsumu just refused to believe them.'

'of course.'

To your dismay, your small attempt to explain how Santa wasn't real... went about how you honestly, deep down, expected it to.

"Oh so you're one of THOSE. an unbeliever."

"Non-believer."

Miya Osamu

"Do you think those candy-canes are real?" the grey haired boy whispered into you ear. You couldn't tell if he was joking or not, but the response your expression enlisted immediately answered your questioning.

"I'm joking. Obviously." He clearly was not joking.

"I mean.. there's only one real away to find out."

And that's how you two got banned from all Santa meet-and-greets in the entire city. Biting into a (styrofoam) candy cane.

Ojiro Aran

"Please don't make me go to that, it's clearly for kids." Aran pleaded, his tone exasperated. He's clearly done for the week, likely too much Miya exposure.

"Where's your christmas spirit?!??!?!" You jeered, holding both of his hands in an attempt to convince him. Unfortunately for him, it worked. Your begging (and bribing with a free trip to maccas) convinced him.

He seemed out of place in the crowd gathering, not only because of his tall stature, but also his incognito clothing. He looked like a celebrity hiding with a hoodie, mask and baseball cap. Unfortunately due to a certain teammate, he's become paranoid that any camera in the surrounding area will catch his presence. And show it to the twins. In which he would never live this experience down.

Tendou Satori

"Satori!! Did you hear that there's going to be a Christmas pop-up nearb- why are you dressed like Santa."

He needed the cash. And was bet by Shirabu that he wouldn't actually apply to the job. He won $5.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

"Ushi!! Did you hear that there's going to be a Christmas pop-up nearb- why are you dressed like Santa."

He didn't need the cash, but Tendou needed someone to fill in for him on one of the days. He does not know how he ended up agreeing (he didn't, Tendou hypnotised him into doing it).

Goshiki Tsutomu

Your camera shutter alerted Tsutomu, making him jump in place and scramble for some sort of covering. A blanket, towel, door, anything to hide from the humiliation. But it was too late. You saw. You documented. Now this is going to become apart of his life forever.

"BAHAHAHAA"

"IT'S NOT THAT FUNNY- SHIRABU TOLD ME I HAD TO TO BECOME ACE I SWEAR IT'S A COMMUNITY ENGAGEMENT TYPE THING!!"

Tsutomu screamed while the bell of his hat jingled with every slight movement. He was dressed as an elf. With low quality elf boots and elf ears. And due to his upperclassmen's failures (it was intentional, claiming to be hazing), it was too tight.

He would never live this down. Ever (the photo was printed and hung up in the volleyball club's lockeroom).

Shirabu Kenjiro

"Oh by the way, we're going to a Santa meet-and-greet tomorrow in the morning. I'll pick you up, so be ready by 8:00." The boy calmly stated, not really giving you a choice.

"..Didn't really think that would be your sort of thing. But sure." You replied, cautious of his reasoning. Knowing him, that would be the last place he would be caught dead.

"It's not for me. Well, it is. I tricked Goshiki into dressing up as an elf and I am not missing a MINUTE of it. Oh and I guess Tendou's Santa? I don't really know how I lost that bet but I'm also not that surprised if I'm being honest." Shirabu rambled, some sort of evil humour flooding his presence. He never really talked all that much, unless it was for something like this.

Semi Eita

"Do you want to go meet Santa with me? Shirabu's invited a whole bunch of us to go make fun of Goshiki for getting tricked into working there... And I think Tendou." Semi asked, he was calm - and a bit confused - while inviting you, but you could see the light dusting of pink on his face. He wasn't one to usually ask first, some attempt to keep up his nonchalant act if you had to guess, but this was an exception.

When you got there, you already saw Shirabu on the sidelines with a camera in one hand and popcorn in the other. He looked like he was there for the longrun. Meanwhile, you noticed Tendou's beard falling off and Goshiki's elf costume almost ripping at the seams. It was a mess, and that warranted Semi laughing his ass off as he dragged you to sit next to Shirabu.

Ohira Reon

"Want to go to a Santa pop-up nearby? The tickets are dirt cheap and it could be fun." Reon asked, he often invited you to do all sorts of things, so this wasn't out of the blue. And despite the childish nature of the event, you could never say no to Reon's quaint requests.

What neither of you were expecting was the majority of the Shiratorizawa volleyball team to be attending the event, with a few being staffed there. Reon immediately grabbed your hand and turned around.

"It's not practice. This isn't my problem if coach isn't around."

Aone Takanobu

When you heard that there was a Santa meet-and-great nearby, you weren't entirely surprised to see Aone dressed in the full red and white costume. He was huge, already had white hair, and was very calm and surprisingly good with kids (it's his chill aura).

What you were surprised with was his request for you to come with him. He didn't entirely want to do the job since he found it a little embarrassing, and it meant he would do far more talking than he's ever used to, so you had no protest in dressing as an elf to be by his side the entire time.

Futakuchi Kenji

"No."

"I haven't even asked you anything?"

"I saw the flyer for the Christmas pop-up in your bag. There is no way you're dragging me to that. WAY to many kids. Little pests.."

"You're too cynical sometimes."

"That's called having a personality."

Koganegawa Kanji

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!! SANTA'S COMING!!" Kogane screamed, running towards you at full speed with a flyer in hand. Despite your evasion attempt, he managed to grab you and throw you slightly in the air (likely due to sheer momentum... he has lanky chicken arms).

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[daily-dose-of-imagines]

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Here’s the next school for the the Yokai!AU~! I hope you guys enjoy this as much as the other schools I’ve written for~! ;; It really means a lot to me knowing that you guys enjoy our writing and ideas~!

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Sometimes mistaken as fairies, these Yokai are the ones who live and breathe nature. Their homes being up in the trees and attacking unsuspecting prey that decide to stay within their territory.

Because of their nature, they don’t interact with the other Yokai who inhabit the area, and if they do they tend to hold an air of superiority. Though of course this is shot down the moment that they’re out of their normal habitat.

They end up meeting the famed Yokai defender when hunters begin ravaging the lands for Yokai to vanquish. It’s when their own home is in danger that the mysterious Yokai defender appears to them.

Out of them all, the leader of the colony, Oikawa Toru, is nothing but sickeningly sweet and analytical of the so called defender.

Though that goes straight out of his head the moment they swoop in to defend one of their younger members. The blow so nerve wracking and unsettling that it finally urges the whole colony to properly engage in the fight.

Once cleared, they don’t allow the defender to leave, rather they bring them in as their own and help them heal. It’s almost endearing yet comical with how posessive and protective they are of the human when prior to the fight they wanted nothing more than to devour humans.

Eventually, they let the defender go to continue on with their life; but of course they all take turns not only visiting their favorite human, but taking turns in making sure no other yokai invade the premises. 

Surprisingly enough, they’re very talkative and active in educating the yokai defender about their species in particular.

Even going as far as demonstrating how they prey and devour humans. Yet of course they ended up not only getting scolded but avoided. 

It’s Iwaizumi who finally ends up confronting them to make leeway as well as a compromise to their means of survival. 

Thankfully, it worked in both of their favors and much to the colony’s joy, their leader’s sulking phase finally ended.

It’s unsaid that they’re a protective colony, of course not as territorial or overbearing as most Yokai, but most certainly protective in their own right. 

[maritsubaparaiso]

Could I please have a matchup? I'm around 5'4 with mid length really dark brown hair. I'm tan with freckles and my eyes are also dark brown (ooh wow so unique) I'm also mixed race if that helps d: I'm an INTP, which means I'm often in my own head with headphones in but I still love to spend time with close friends. I'm pretty sarcastic but I also love to throw out a good pun at any opportunity 👌🏽 I also love to travel/explore, sing, draw, tell stories, and study new things. Thank you ^^

hello anon!! sorry this took so long!! anyways, i hope you like this!!

okay so i have decided to pair you up with… sHINJI WATARI!! okay i was going to pair you up with yamaguchi?? but i wanted to give precious seijoh libero love. @gixxa  okay so watari is like this precious bean who deals with some rough and sarcastic people like kyoutani, yahaba, matsukawa and hanamaki!! i feel like he would be okay with your sarcasm. he’s okay when you want your “space” and use your headphones but feels happy when you spend time with friends and him!! i think you guys will make a great pair!!

well anon, hope you like this!! sorry for everyone waiting!! i’ll try to do it as fast as possible!! also, please send me more headcanons, imagines and scenarios!! i have so many matchups!! ahahaha!! but it’s okay if you have a matchup!! go ahead and send it in!! have fun!!

[showhay]

seijō, fight!

— fighting over you

aoba johsai vbc x f!reader

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‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

nobody really paid much attention to you at aoba johsai. you weren’t popular, you weren’t loud, you weren’t flashy. most people barely remembered your name.

but the volleyball team? they noticed.

too much.

what started as harmless glances spiraled into obsession. suddenly, oikawa was always “just passing by” your classroom. iwaizumi was carrying your bag like it was sacred cargo. kunimi was hoarding your pens, kyōtani was walking you home, matsukawa and hanamaki were openly doodling your name in the margins of their notebooks. watari was composing piano pieces with your name as the title, yahaba was declaring you as his muse, and poor kindaichi couldn’t stop blurting your name in practice like it was a reflex.

the problem was, they all thought they were the only one.

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it blew up one afternoon after school. you’d been sitting on a bench in the courtyard, eating quietly, when oikawa arrived first.

“y/n,” he said, looking like he’d run a marathon, “let me walk you home. no one can look after you like i can.”

before you could answer, iwaizumi cut in, glaring. “don’t listen to him. he forgets to water his plants. you think he can protect you? i’d die before i let anything touch you.”

“you mean die of jealousy,” matsukawa chimed in, sauntering up with hanamaki right beside him. “let’s be real, we’re the only two willing to humiliate ourselves for her daily.”

“humiliate yourselves?” yahaba scoffed, slamming his water bottle down like it was a mic. “please. i’ve already pledged my life to her. i’d tattoo her name on my forehead if she asked.”

kindaichi, red-faced, burst out, “i already write her name all over my notebooks!”

“child’s play,” watari said softly, stepping forward. “i wrote her a whole song.”

everyone froze. and then kyoutani snarled from the back, cracking his knuckles. “shut the hell up. she’s mine. anyone says otherwise and i’ll bury them.”

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it devolved instantly. accusations, boasting, pettiness. they argued about who spent more time looking at you, who had more devotion, who would die faster for you.

oikawa tried to flex that he memorized your schedule. matsukawa shouted that he built you a pencil bouquet. yahaba called the rest cowards. kunimi, looking half-asleep, muttered that he already planned how to sneak into your classes just to sit by you.

you just sat there, munching on your sandwich, watching nine boys unravel in the courtyard. ‘damn, this is awesome.’

finally, iwaizumi shouted over the noise, voice cracking with frustration. “enough! she can’t choose all of us—”

and then it went quiet.

matsukawa, grinning, leaned back against the bench. “but what if she did?”

everyone turned.

“think about it,” hanamaki said, suddenly bright-eyed. “none of us want each other, we just want her. we’d fight to the death if she had to pick one. so we don’t make her pick.”

“we share,” oikawa whispered, like he’d just discovered fire.

“team effort,” watari added, nodding.

yahaba clasped his hands together. “we’ll all protect her. love her. worship her.”

kyoutani growled in agreement. “fine. as long as she’s ours.”

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and just like that, it was settled.

you—quiet, unnoticed you—were suddenly the center of their world. nine boys surrounding you, glaring at anyone who so much as breathed near. nine boys tripping over themselves to carry your books, walk you to class, bring you snacks, fight your battles.

the rest of the school whispered. how did she manage that? why her?

they didn’t understand.

they didn’t see what the seijoh team saw.

to them, you weren’t nothing.

you were everything.

and, well, whoever asked “why her?” isn’t really breathing anymore so.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a/n: ah the crazies.

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

iloveu

[showhay]

rule the court!

— you’re not known in school? less competition for the seijō boys then.

aoba johsai vbc x f!reader

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oikawa tōru

oikawa literally blocks the classroom door when you try to leave. his eyes are wide like he hasn’t slept in days. you might wonder, why is the popular volleyball captain blocking you, an unknown student? well, you’re about to find out.

“y/n, listen. i’m not letting you walk out until you hear me. i like you. i love you. i’m losing my damn mind without you. i’ve memorized your schedule, i know which vending machine you use, and if you reject me, i swear i’ll camp outside your house until you change your mind.”

you raise an eyebrow. “…that sounds like a threat.”

he clasps his hands together, practically bowing. “you don’t know what you’re talking about, pretty. it’s a promise. please just say you like me too before i start sobbing.”

you sigh, smiling. “fine, i like you.”

he gasps so loud half the hallway hears, then crushes you in a hug. “good. now no one else gets you. you’re finally all mine.”

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iwaizumi hajime

you were casually fixing stuff in your locker, until iwaizumi corners you, gripping the door like it owes him money.

“y/n, i swear, every time someone brushes past you without noticing, i want to break their arms. i can’t stand it. you’re my favorite person, and i’d actually beg on my knees if it means you’ll say you like me back.”

you smirk. “knees, huh?”

he goes bright red. “don’t—don’t test me, i’ll do it.”

you laugh. “lucky for you, i already like you.”

his eyes go huge, then he leans his forehead against yours with a shaky grin. “thank god. you’re mine now, and i won’t have to secretly protect you from those freaks.”

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kunimi akira

you receive a text from him.

kunimi: be my girlfriend or i’m going to start stealing your pens so you have to talk to me.

you: i literally like you already, idiot.

two minutes later, there’s frantic knocking on your door. when you open it, kunimi’s standing there with every pen you’ve ever lost shoved into a ziplock bag.

“…i panicked,” he mutters.

you laugh, tugging him inside. “akira, i said yes. you don’t need to rob me.”

he nods, dead serious. “good. because i was about to start stalking you too.”

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kyōtani kentarō

kyoutani grabs your wrist in the hall and drags you outside, face red, breathing hard.

“listen. i’m obsessed with you. i know you think you’re invisible, but i see you everywhere. i see you when i close my eyes. and if anyone else even looks at you, i’ll lose it. you’re mine, y/n. say you’ll be mine.”

you blink at him. “…you dragged me outside to growl a love confession at me?”

he glares, flustered. “yes! so?! just say yes before i explode.”

you grin. “fine. yes.”

his ears go red as he mutters, “good. i’ll walk you home every day so no one else gets the chance.”

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kindaichi yūtarō

this boy slams his notes on the desk in front of you. they’re covered in your name written over and over.

“look! i can’t stop. i’m obsessed. i like you so much it’s pathetic. i’ll do anything if you’ll just like me back. i’ll fail math, i’ll embarrass myself in practice, i’ll—”

you cut him off, giggling. “yūtarō, breathe. i like you too.”

he freezes, then drops into the seat beside you with his head in his hands. “holy crap. i was prepared to sell my soul.”

you grin. “don’t worry. your soul’s mine now anyway.”

he groans happily. “good. keep it forever.”

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yahaba shigeru

he throws himself across your desk during class like a soap opera character.

“y/n, i can’t do this anymore. i’ll die if i can’t call you mine. i’ll literally perish. please save me. i’ll devote my entire life to you—i’ll carry your bag, your water bottle, i’ll fight matsukawa and hanamaki at the same time if they so much as joke about you.”

you stare at him. “…shigeru, you’re dramatic.”

“dramatic and yours. so? please?”

you roll your eyes, but your cheeks heat. “…fine. yes.”

yahaba gasps, clutching your hand to his chest. “write my obituary, because i’ve died happy.”

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watari shinji

he shoves you into the music room and slams the door shut, chest heaving.

“y/n, i can’t keep it in anymore. i hear your voice in every note i play. i see your face when i close my eyes. i’m begging you, please be mine before I completely lose it.”

you tilt your head. “that’s… really dramatic for you.”

watari grips your shoulders, desperate. “i’m a libero, i dive for everything. let me dive for you.”

you burst out laughing, then soften. “you’re ridiculous. …but i like you too.”

he nearly cries, wrapping you up in his arms. “good. because i wasn’t letting you out of this room until you said that.”

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matsukawa issei

matsukawa shows up with a sign he made out of cardboard: PLEASE DATE ME, Y/N. I’M BEGGING. I’LL DO DISHES FOR LIFE.

you gape. “matsukawa… this looks like a protest poster.”

“because it is! i’m protesting my single life. and you’re the only one who can fix it.”

you laugh until tears prick your eyes. “fine. i’ll date you. but only because you spelled my name right this time.”

he cheers so loud the teacher throws chalk at him. “YES. SHE’S MINE. EVERYONE HEARD IT.”

then he hides behind the sign and whispers to you, “i’m never letting you go now, say goodbye to your freedom.”

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hanamaki takahiro

he slides you a paper in class. it says: say yes to dating me or i’m tattooing your name on my arm with a pen.

you scribble back: do it, coward.

ten minutes later, he’s got your name scrawled all over his forearm in messy ink. hanamaki shoves it in your face. “look. i’m already branded. now you have to say yes.”

you roll your eyes but laugh. “you’re so stupid. …fine, yes.”

he grins like a maniac. “perfect. next time i’m using permanent marker.”

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‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a/n: i’m going crazy

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

iloveu

[showhay]

confession chaos with the seijō boys hunting you down like it’s the purge.

aoba johsai vbc x f!reader

inspired by that one tiktok where reader confesses, so credits to them! i obviously changed everything up and added some twists but the whole idea isn’t from me <3

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oikawa tōru

you knew he’d turn it into a spectacle if you confessed, so you folded your letter into a paper heart and stuck it into his water bottle cap before practice. dramatic and efficient.

when oikawa unscrewed the cap and the little heart fluttered out, he blinked, read the first line, and then froze. slowly, he lowered the paper like it was the holy grail.

his face turned redder than his kneepads. “Y/N loves me?! oh my god—oh my god.” he shouted it so loud yahaba nearly dropped a ball.

you shrieked and ran, but he was already sprinting after you, letter clutched to his chest. “DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE ME LIKE THIS, BABY!”

when he finally caught you, he hugged you so hard you nearly fell over. “you’re so mean—making me wait this long.” he buried his face in your shoulder, trembling with laughter that sounded a little too unhinged.

then he pulled back just enough to kiss your cheek, smirking. “don’t think you can escape me. i’ll read this every night before bed. every. single. night.”

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iwaizumi hajime

you slipped the letter into his jacket pocket, whispering “read it later” before scurrying away.

he did not read it later. he read it immediately. and the second his eyes hit “i like you,” he short-circuited. “wha—Y/N??!”

you were halfway down the hall when he sprinted after you. “STOP RUNNING!”

he cornered you near the gym, breathing hard—not from the chase, but from how red his face was. “you… you like me? me?!” he stammered, voice cracking in the middle.

then suddenly he yanked you into a crushing hug. “you’re insane. you’re mine. mine, okay?”

he squeezed so tightly you swore you heard your spine crack, but the way he buried his face in your hair was almost desperate. when he finally pulled back, his grin was wild and shaky. “don’t you ever think about leaving me, got it?”

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kunimi akira

you slipped your letter into his phone case while he was distracted. when he later pulled it out, he blinked… blinked again… then promptly dropped his phone on his face.

he sat up so fast he got dizzy. “she likes me?! no, no way—”

you were about to sneak out when he suddenly appeared behind you like a ghost. “running, huh? not a good idea.”

before you could respond, he caught your wrist, pulling you back. he leaned close, his usually sleepy eyes sharp. “you’re stuck with me now. don’t test me.”

and then—he pressed your letter against his chest and grinned faintly. “this is mine. you’re mine.” when he hugged you lazily but tightly, you realized sleepy kunimi might be the scariest of them all.

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kyōtani kentarō

you didn’t dare hand it to him. you tied your letter to a volleyball and rolled it over during practice.

mad dog picked it up, confused, then ripped the note off. as his eyes skimmed the words, his face turned bright scarlet.

he froze. then he started pacing in a circle, clutching his head. “no way—no way—she—what do i do?!”

you giggled nervously and tried to slip away, but suddenly he barked, “HEY!” and bolted after you, practically snarling.

he caught you and slammed his hands against the wall on either side of your head, shaking. “you like me? you really—” his voice broke, and then he pressed his forehead to yours. “don’t take it back. don’t you dare.”

when you nodded, he let out a strangled laugh and hugged you so hard you couldn’t breathe.

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kindaichi yūtarō

you left the letter on his desk before class. when he read it, he turned so red he looked like he might combust.

then he promptly got a nosebleed.

“Y/N—LIKE—ME??!”

you gasped and ran, but he was already sprinting after you with tissues shoved up his nose, waving the crumpled letter.

he caught you at the stairwell, grinning sheepishly, blood still trickling. “you—you really like me? i swear i’ll be the best boyfriend ever! i’ll never let anyone else near you!” woah there buddy.

he hugged you tight, then realized the nosebleed had smeared on your shoulder. “oops.” but he still didn’t let go.

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yahaba shigeru

you snuck the letter into his pencil case. when he opened it in class and read the note, his jaw dropped.

“oh my god, Y/N…!”

you tried to run, but yahaba practically threw himself out of his chair to chase after you. “NO ESCAPE!” he hollered dramatically.

he caught you in the hallway, clutching the note like it was life itself. “you like me? really?! this is the best day of my life. the best day. i’m never letting you go!”

then he pressed a dramatic kiss to your forehead, nearly tripping over himself in the process. “this is destiny!” he declared, voice echoing. and honestly… you almost believed him.

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watari shinji

you tucked the letter under his towel during practice. when he found it and read it, he immediately fell over.

“she—she likes me?!”

you tried to sneak away but he bounded after you, towel still around his neck. “don’t run! i need to hear you say it!”

when he caught you, he didn’t even hesitate—he hugged you so tightly he lifted you off the ground. “i’m never letting go,” he muttered, face buried in your neck.

he was shaking a little, but his smile was so bright it melted you.

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matsukawa issei

you slipped your letter into his jacket sleeve. when he found it later, matsukawa actually dropped his phone on his face from shock.

he laughed, but it was weirdly shaky. “no way… no way she likes me?!”

you tried to sneak away, but his long legs carried him after you effortlessly. he caught you by the shoulders, holding the letter up between you. “you did this, so now you’re stuck with me.”

then he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, smirking. “sorry, no returns. you’re mine now.”

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hanamaki takahiro

you taped your letter to his headband as a joke. when he found it later, he laughed so hard tears came out.

but then he read it. and froze. “…wait. she’s serious?”

he immediately ran to find you, waving the headband in the air. “Y/N! was this real?!”

when you panicked and ran, he chased after you, still laughing—but when he caught you, he yanked you into a hug so fast you squeaked.

“you’re done for now,” he said into your hair, tone playful but with a strange sharpness. “you belong to me.” and then he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, still grinning.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a/n: same arrangement as always! nekoma next <3

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

iloveu