how did they make daichi look so freakin trustworthy?? like that dude could tell me anything and i’d trust him, he could tell me i was dead and i’d be like damn rip to me i guess
Summary: Yamaguchi, Kageyama, and Tsukishima have a routine. Ho do they handle it when things change.
Word Count: 979 (sorry it’s short, but it was originally a drabble)
Requested By: n/a
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Author’s Note: This was originally the shittiest drabble I ever wrote. And then it became this. If enough of you guys want a part two i might do it.
“Honey, I’m Home~” Yamaguchi quipped as he walked into the apartment.
“You are aware that you don’t actually live here, right?” was the response he was met with from the kitchen.
He was, in fact, aware that this wasn’t his apartment. But he didn’t have a roommate, and bothering Kageyama while waiting for Tsukishima to get home was one of his favorite pastimes.
He walked into the room and sat at the counter watching Kageyama cook from behind. “You’re just mad because Tsukki gives me more attention.”
“He’s my boyfriend,” Kageyama growled, turning around to look at the green haired boy in his home. “I should get all of the attention.”
Yamaguchi laughed, “The fact that you admitted that you’re jealous is comedic gold my man.”
They had all become a lot closer after their time on the volleyball team. Kageyama learned to play well with others, and Tsukishima learned to express himself through something other than insults. Yamaguchi gained confidence being their captain, and they all stayed friends throughout their college years. They had changed, but it was for the better.
Tsukishima and Kageyama still played volleyball with the college team, but Yamaguchi decided to focus on academics. He did still see everyone, and sometimes the college team would let him join in on practices since he’s oh so close with Tsukishima and Kageyama.
“Kei’s got a class right now, so you’re stuck with me.” Kageyama grumped, “Or, even better you could leave and let me eat in peace.”
Yamaguchi chose to ignore this, instead focusing on peering around Kageyama to see what’s in the pan he was hunched over. “What are you making?”
“You can’t have any.” Kageyama didn't look away from his task.
Yamaguchi did end up getting a portion of the food. Funny how Kageyama just happened to cook for three. . He continued to banter with Kageyama until Kei got home, as per their usual routine. They had some classes together, even though Kageyama wasn’t as academically inclined as Yamaguchi.
Kageyama took care of him, feeding him and allowing him to stay in the apartment. And Yamaguchi did his part too. He always made sure to do the dishes after Kageyama cooked, and helped him with classwork. And though he showed up quite a lot, he always made sure the couple had their apartment to themselves. He may be annoying, something he has accepted, but he wasn’t an asshole. .
Yamaguchi made gagging noises when Tsukishima kissed him hello, after setting his keys down by the door and walking directly to the kitchen, knowing that’s where his boyfriend would be. He smiled at Yamaguchi, saying his hello’s and asking how close they came to killing each other before going to change.
They hung out for a good while. Watching movies or listening to music in the background while they played video games. Sometimes they would all just study together in silence. Sometimes they would break open a couple beers and just talk.
They’d grown together, creating this almost domestic routine that they followed to the tee almost every day.
That is until their little bubble bursts.
They loved their friends from high school, and they always would. But some of them tended to be a lot to handle all of the time.
So they were stoked when they heard that Hinata was going to the same college as them once his gap year was over. Yamaguchi even offered to let him stay at his apartment for a while until he could get settled on his own.
But it did interrupt their little routine. When Yamaguchi usually would go to Tsukishima and Kageyama’s for dinner, he found himself in the grocery store trying to keep up with Hinata’s ridiculous appetite. Hinata did pitch in, but he didn’t seem to register that most people didn’t eat 6 full meals a day.
And when he did go to Tsukishima and Kageyama’s to wind down, he would find hinata there as well. He was Kageyama’s best friend after all, even if they spent that year apart. Yamaguchi wasn’t one to try and break up a relationship like that just because he wanted a little bit of attention.
So he just let it be. He let the routine change. He was home for dinner more often, and his dinners with tsukishima and kageyama were a lot more high energy. More playful, energetic arguing than the calm banter he was used to.
He and Kageyama ended up going to the Library to study more often in order to escape the noise that came with hinata.
Then there were the times when Yamaguchi would go to walk into Kageyama and Tsukishima’s apartment to find it empty. They’d given him a key for that reason, but he couldn’t help but feel the pang of jealousy that came from knowing that his apartment was also empty. That came from knowing that Kageyama and Hinata were probably out playing volleyball somewhere while Tsukishima was in class.
So he did what he thought was best. He ignored the emotion and started towards the kitchen. He knew that when Kageyama comes home to an empty apartment, he cooks knowing well that someone would be home soon and he could give them food when they got there.
He pulled out Kageyama’s favorite pan, and a rubber spatula. He searched for the Chef’s knife and cutting board and started on prep. By the time he heard the door open everything was in the pan and nearly done.
He had been expecting Kageyama to walk into the kitchen since he was usually home long before Tsukishima’s class was finished, but what he saw when he turned was Tsukishima standing behind him, seemingly just as surprised as he was.
“Where’s Tobio?” Tsukishima asked, and Yamaguchi’s heart broke, and all of the feelings he’d been avoiding came to the forefront of his mind.
Summary: Oikawa reaches his breaking point. You’re there to comfort him.
Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Reader
Rating: Angst, fluff (SFW)
Word Count: 1,361
Sort of a part 2 to this
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
Those were the sounds you heard as you stood outside the gym doors, your school books tucked into your bag and your coat on over your uniform. Practice had ended thirty minutes ago, and Oikawa was still at it.
You puffed out your cheeks, your breath clouding in front of your face, and you leaned back against the door, listening to the sound of volleyballs hitting the floor with the speed of bullets as Oikawa practiced those monster serves, over and over again.
If you’re gonna hit it, hit it ‘til it breaks.
That was what he always said. But if he was what ended up breaking, what was he supposed to do?
You lingered at the door, fingers brushing against the handle as you contemplated going inside, knowing it’s what you should do. You were the team manager, and while this was somewhat outside of your realm of duties as a manager, it wasn’t outside your duties as his girlfriend.
It was long since time to go home, but the more you listened to him work himself to the bone, the more your heart broke. You leaned your forehead against the cool metal of the door, worry bubbling in your chest.
“Oh, Tooru.”
The sounds inside the gym stopped, and you listened to the faint sound of a ball bouncing away. And, layered with that, something else. A sound that took your heart and crushed it.
The sound of crying.
You felt tears well up in your own eyes at the sound, and you pressed both palms to the door, wanting so badly to go in, but every time you caught him like this, he brushed it off like it was nothing and never told you what was wrong. It was infuriating as it was heartbreaking.
There was a certain sadness behind his chocolate brown eyes, and you wanted more than anything to soothe it. You decided you wouldn’t let him hide it anymore. You knew he didn’t want to worry you, but his dismissive attitude towards his own emotions was killing you inside.
You stepped back, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, then slowly pushed the door open, letting light spill into the chilly darkness outside, bathing you in illumination, slanting it across your face and body. You stepped inside noiselessly, and your heart crumbled when you saw your boyfriend.
He was sitting on the ground, long frame curled in on itself, his knees against his chest. He looked so small. So vulnerable. His broad shoulders were shaking with his quiet sobs. It was a complete contrast from the tall, domineering young man he was on the court. Gone was his boisterous and eccentric attitude as he jeered and teased friends and opponents alike with his signature cheeky grin plastered on his handsome face. This was something he’d hidden under the surface, away from everyone.
Away from you.
You didn’t think he noticed you come in. You felt tears sting your eyes, worry spilling out into a soft, pained sigh as you walked towards him. You knelt beside him, gingerly putting a hand on his back, and you watched his head snap up.
The look in his eyes broke you. Those eyes, the ones you loved so much, were filled with tears, glistening with them, and that guarded sadness you noticed was all consuming. His brows were pinched upwards, and you watched him study your face.
“(Y/N), I—”
You simply opened your arms, a sad smile fixing on your lips, and Tooru’s face broke apart, tears falling freely down his cheeks as he pulled you into his arms, his face burying itself in the crook of his neck. He sobbed quietly and you held him, whispering comforts and rubbing his back, doing anything you could to provide him consolation while your heart broke four him. Your own tears were wetting your cheeks, but that was hardly important right now.
“I’m not good enough,” Tooru spoke, softly, his voice brittle and small, “no matter what I do, I’ll never be good enough.”
His words made your arms tighten around him, shock and sorrow overtaking your features.
“No,” you said, “no, Tooru, no, you’re more than good enough.”
“But I’m not,” he said, “Kageyama, Ushiwaka, both of them always win. I’m not as good as them. And I couldn’t protect you from those girls.”
You stroked his hair. “Tooru, that wasn’t your fault. That was those girls. And you came to my rescue. I love you. I’m not dating Ushiwaka or Kageyama, and those girls didn’t make me want to break up with you. You’re excellent at volleyball. You kick ass at it, babe. I love to watch you play.”
Tooru moved his head to look up at you, and you wiped the tears from his cheeks with your thumbs, a touch he leaned into.
“Is that what you’ve been worried about all this time? That you’re not enough?”
A moment of silence, and Tooru looked away, watery eyes focusing on something behind you. You stroked his hair, brushing soft tendrils away from his damp cheeks, leaning in to kiss his forehead.
“Why’re you crying, princess?” He asked, and you gave him a gentle smile.
“Because you are, my prince.”
He tucked his face into the crook of your neck again, thumb rubbing soft circles against your shoulder. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“Tooru,” you said, “answer my question. I’m not important right now.”
“Yeah,” he said, “yeah, I’ve been afraid of that all this time. And dating you, finding someone so perfect for me, y’know, it adds to it. I’m afraid of losing you, too. My fangirls can be a lot, but they’ve never done this before. And I want to be the best at volleyball. I taught Kageyama everything he knows and he’s still defeated me. I feel like a failure.”
You held him close. “No, Tooru, you won’t lose me. Your fangirls won’t make me stop loving you. And the fact that Kageyama wins is proof of your success. You’re more than enough for me.”
Tooru heaved a sigh, tears wetting your coat, and you buried your nose in his hair.
“You mean that?”
You reached for his hand, weaving your fingers together with his. “Of course I mean that.”
Tooru looked up at you, cupping your face in his hand, leaning to rest his forehead against yours. His eyes were full of utter adoration and care that made your heart overflow with emotion.
“What did I do to deserve you?” He asked, voice full of wonder, and you managed a soft laugh.
“You existed.”
Tooru leaned to kiss you gently, and you squeezed his hand, loving the feel of his opposite hand on your cheek, his arm drifting down to wrap around your waist, holding you like you might disappear if he let go of you.
He pulled back slowly, keeping you close to him, which you didn’t mind in the slightest.
“I love you,” he said, “so much.”
You smiled. “I love you, too, Tooru.”
After he’d calmed down somewhat, you went to fetch him his coat and his knee brace as he went to change back into his uniform, and he stayed glued to your side as the two of you walked home, hand in hand. He bought you ice cream, showering you with compliments, in typical Oikawa Tooru fashion, and you laughed along with him, hardly minding when he took the long way back to your house, just to spend a little more time with you.
You knew he’d tell you what was wrong from now on. You knew from the adoring glances he gave you when he thought you couldn’t see, or the way his thumb rubbed tender circles against the top of your hand as you walked down the darkened streets with him, or when he pressed soft kisses against your temple every so often.
He kissed you tenderly goodnight on your doorstep, and you almost had to pry yourself away from him as you went inside, but you knew you’d see him tomorrow.
You really had struck gold when it came to boyfriends.
So you know how Karasuno's colors are orange and navy? You know what's also orange and navy? Hinata and Kageyama's hair colors. It's like they were made for each other, and Karasuno.
