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softly smiling at each other from across the room + ennoshita/yachi/osamu

Ennoshita Chikara

Before Chikara went to work, he was always busy- with breakfast, his scrubs, the patients he would be seeing today. With it being so early in the morning, the blankets were far too cozy to get out of bed just yet- especially when you could get ready in the morning later than him. Doctors had it rough.

Even so, Chikara’s alarm was annoying. All alarms were annoying, but being half awoken by the same sound every single day was enough to induce just a little rage to start your morning. The weight of his body left his side of the bed rather quickly to turn it off, leaving a bit of a semi-warm imprint. 

That side smelled more like him than it did you. In the midst of your half-asleep state, you rolled over to his side. The covers were still warm, it smelled like him, and being on your other arm made it infinitely less stiff.

But the crunch at your eye was impossible to ignore. Your finger searched for the little spiky eye crusts that formed in the morning. Without even thinking, to alleviate the pressure from the awkward position you were in previously, you sat up- you kept rubbing your eyes between yawns- now, this was a mission more than anything.

“We don’t have any more bacon, do you-” Chikara cut himself off to giggle.

You finished your yawn. “What?” 

“We don’t have any more bacon, do you want sausage instead today?”

Oh, he was so cute. “Yes, that sounds delicious.”

Yachi Hitoka

Hitoka was the biggest reason to attend class- not that the mandatory attendance policy meant nothing, because it certainly was strict, but getting to see her was even more worth it. Despite your resolve to go to class, resisting the extra 5 minutes of sleep always resulted in a loss- the bus, the stairs, the long hallways- none of it helped.

The first place you looked at when you entered the classroom was the clock. One minute until class started and the professor took attendance instantly. A part of you hoped Hitoka wouldn’t see you so late and battered up from running up the stairs; your hair was messy, your hands were sweaty, you hadn’t been settled in. 

She sat in the same spot every day, but she wasn’t there. She never missed class, though.

“Yachi, you’re on time today. Don’t be later than this.” the professor looked up from her desk.

Your head perked up. Yachi. 

“I’ll be earlier next time, I promise.” she bowed and went back to her seat. Perhaps she was just looking in your direction as she turned around, but her smile was so pretty. It was only after that you realized the edges of your lips made the shape of a smile as well. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but oh, the cute girl from class smiled at you today.

Miya Osamu

If there were two places that Osamu smiled the most, it was when he was eating and when he was around you. Cooking was a close third, which is why he was always up late cooking in the store, and you and some of the close friends and family got some of the more creative dishes he had to share.

“‘Samu?” You poked your head into the kitchen. It was late, but the smile on his face told you everything you needed to know. 

“Oh! Do you mind trying this sauce? I just made it now. I promise it’s not weird like last time. I made some tweaks to it.” He held up the spoon. 

It smelled absolutely amazing, but- it smelled way too much like good food. You were about to meet your coworkers for a late-night presentation, and there was no way you’d meet a client smelling like a restaurant.

You fell into a nervous smile as you asked him to save it for later, and his smile turned into his signature pout. Oh, he always got what he wanted. You skipped all the way over to him as he brought the spoon all the way up to your lips and caught the drips with his other hand- oh, the sauce was exactly as salty as it should be. 

“Make it for lunch tomorrow! I think it’ll go well with gyoza.” you flashed him a smile as you skipped your way out of the kitchen. Perhaps you’d put on a little more scent before leaving- but perhaps the client would ask where the smell came from and you’d be able to refer the store- not that that was in the plan, but that wouldn’t be so terrible… maybe.

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[adumbratrapedme]

Yachi x male!reader | teen pregnancy series. | Friends and family.

Synopsis. scenario on how the team / family found out of the pregnancy / baby and their reactions <3

teen pregnancy series masterlists here!

Balls were flying, sneakers squeaked, and Hinata was yelling something about finally landing a perfect quick with Kageyama. You were running on autopilot, tired from a long day, but still stealing glances at Yachi, who sat with Kiyoko on the sidelines, her clipboard in hand.

Lately, Yachi had been moving slower and seemed easily fatigued, but today she looked particularly drained, her shoulders sagging as she jotted down notes. Kiyoko noticed and leaned over to whisper something to her, and Yachi gave a small nod, her hand briefly resting on her stomach.

You didn’t think much of it until Nishinoya and Tanaka, ever the mischief-makers, pointed it out.

“Hey, Y/N!” Nishinoya called, jogging over during a water break. “What’s up with Yachi lately? She’s been kinda… off. Is she okay?”

Tanaka, towering beside him, added, “Yeah, our cute little manager seems extra tired. You’re supposed to be keeping an eye on her, man!”

You froze. It wasn’t like you were hiding anything, but you also hadn’t figured out how to tell the team. Kiyoko had known for a while and had been an incredible support for Yachi, but you were still adjusting to the news yourselves.

“She’s fine,” you said quickly, trying to wave it off. “Just, uh, school stuff, you know?”

Unfortunately, Nishinoya and Tanaka were anything but subtle.

“That’s it?” Nishinoya asked, squinting suspiciously. “Because I swear I saw her holding her stomach earlier.”

Tanaka gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “No way! Is she sick?!”

The commotion caught the attention of the rest of the team. Hinata and Kageyama wandered over, followed by Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, all of them curious about what was going on.

“What’s happening?” Hinata asked, looking between you and the others.

Before you could deflect again, Kiyoko stood up, her calm voice cutting through the noise. “Guys, calm down. It’s not something bad.”

Everyone turned to her, the room falling silent. She looked over at you and Yachi, giving a small nod as if to say it’s time.

Yachi looked at you nervously, her hand gripping the edge of her clipboard. You gave her a reassuring smile before stepping forward.

“Yachi’s not sick,” you began, your voice steady despite the pounding in your chest. “She’s… pregnant.”

The room went dead silent.

“What?!” Hinata shouted, his eyes wide as saucers.

“Pregnant?!” Nishinoya and Tanaka exclaimed in unison, their jaws dropping.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Tanaka said, pointing a finger at you. “You’re telling me you got our adorable little manager pregnant?!”

Before you could respond, Nishinoya grabbed your shoulders, shaking you dramatically. “How could you do this to her, Y/N?! Yachi is so pure and sweet!”

“Have you no shame?!” Tanaka joined in, ruffling your hair aggressively.

“Guys, stop!” Yachi finally cut in, her voice trembling but firm. “It’s not just Y/N’s responsibility. We’re both in this together, and we’re figuring it out.”

The duo immediately froze, guilt flashing across their faces.

“Oh,” Nishinoya said, scratching the back of his head. “Sorry, Yachi… we didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Yeah,” Tanaka added, looking sheepish. “We were just… surprised.”

Yamaguchi, ever the voice of reason, stepped in. “Are you guys okay? Do you need help?”

You glanced at Yachi, who gave a small nod. “We’re doing our best,” you said. “It’s not easy, but we’ve got support. And… we didn’t want to keep it from you guys forever.”

Tsukishima, leaning against the wall, let out a sigh. “Well, that explains why you’ve been dragging yourself through practice like a zombie, Y/N.”

Kageyama frowned. “Wait, so… are you still going to be manager, Yachi?”

“Yes,” Yachi said firmly, her voice gaining strength. “I’m not quitting. I’ll keep helping the team as long as I can.”

Hinata finally spoke up again, his face breaking into a bright grin. “That’s awesome! I mean, it’s a lot, but if anyone can handle it, it’s you, Yachi!”

Nishinoya and Tanaka, recovered from their initial shock, nodded in agreement.

“Yeah! And, Y/N, you better take care of her, or we’ll make you regret it,” Nishinoya said, his usual energy returning.

“Count on it,” Tanaka added, playfully punching your arm.

Kiyoko smiled softly, placing a hand on Yachi’s shoulder. “If you ever need anything, we’re all here for you.”

The team nodded, their earlier shock fading into a sense of solidarity. You glanced at Yachi, who looked visibly relieved, her shoulders relaxing for the first time in days.

“Thanks, everyone,” you said, your voice filled with gratitude. “It means a lot to us.”

The team returned to practice, but the atmosphere was lighter now. Even Tsukishima managed to keep his snark to a minimum, though you caught him muttering, “Teenagers…” under his breath.

As practice wrapped up, Nishinoya and Tanaka slung their arms around your shoulders, grinning like maniacs.

“You’re lucky we like you, Y/N,” Tanaka teased.

“Yeah,” Nishinoya added. “Otherwise, we’d make you run laps for daring to mess with our precious manager!”

You rolled your eyes, but deep down, you couldn’t be more grateful for their support.

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[adumbratrapedme]

BABY BUMP | teen pregnancy series pt.2

Synopsis. after revealing your pregnancy to your boyfriend (or after your girlfriend did) a few weeks passed and you finally realize the baby bump is here o.o

characters(all separated): Kiyoko, Yachi, Sugawara wc.idk god | genre. pure fluff !|cw/tags. fluff, teen pregnancy, baby bumps. teen pregnancy series masterlist here!

important ! i'll post something else later too, stay tuned <3

Yachi

It was a rare free afternoon, and you and Yachi had decided to visit the park near her house. It wasn’t anything fancy—just a quiet place with a small pond and a walking trail. You often came here to sit on the grass, watch the ducks, and tease Yachi until she turned red.

Today, the winter chill was just starting to lift, and Yachi had opted for a light cardigan over her dress. You noticed her fidgeting with the buttons more than usual, but didn’t think much of it.

“Y/N, do you think… ducks get jealous of swans?” she asked out of the blue, her voice soft.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Jealous? Of what? Swans just float around acting all dramatic.”

She giggled, her usual shy laugh that made your heart swell. “Maybe they’re jealous of the attention swans get. Like… swans are just bigger ducks with an attitude.”

“Swans are basically the Tsukishima of birds,” you joked.

That earned you a louder laugh, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. As you leaned back on the grass, Yachi moved to sit cross-legged beside you. She adjusted her dress, tugging it down as she leaned forward slightly. That’s when you saw it.

The fabric of her dress stretched just enough to reveal a small, rounded curve at her stomach.

You blinked, your mind racing. Had it always been there? Were you imagining things?

“Yachi…” you said cautiously, sitting up.

She paused mid-laugh, her expression shifting. “Yeah?”

Your eyes flicked to her stomach, and you saw the realization dawn on her face. She immediately crossed her arms over her middle, her face turning bright red.

“D-Don’t look!” she squeaked, her voice high-pitched.

“is that—”

“It’s nothing!” she blurted, scrambling to her feet. But in her haste, she stumbled, and you instinctively reached out to steady her.

“Hey, hey, calm down!” you said, gently holding her by the arms.

Her eyes welled up with tears, and she let out a shaky breath. “I-I was hoping you wouldn’t notice yet…”

Your heart ached at how vulnerable she sounded. “you don’t have to hide this from me,” you said softly.

She sniffled, looking down at the grass. “I didn’t want you to freak out. I-I don’t even know what I’m doing, and—”

“Neither do I,” you interrupted, giving her a small, reassuring smile. “But we can always figure it out.”

Her tearful eyes met yours, and she searched your face for any sign of hesitation. When she found none, she let out a shaky laugh. “I-I was so scared you’d be mad…”

“Mad? Yachi, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I could never be mad at you, besidesm this is something common, it wouldnt be normal for me to be mad.” you chuckled

She bit her lip, her hands resting protectively over her belly. “It’s just… more real you know? I can feel it, and now you can see it too, and…”

You stepped closer, placing a hand gently over hers. “It’s real, yeah. But that doesn’t mean it’s bad. It just means we’ve got a lot to figure out. And we will.”

Her lip trembled, but then she smiled—a soft, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat. “Thank you, Y/N. For… for being you.”

You chuckled, pulling her into a hug. “And thank you for being you, Yachi. Even if you think ducks get jealous of swans.”

She laughed through her tears, burying her face in your shoulder. And as you held her, the future felt a little less scary.

Kiyoko

It was a rare free afternoon, and Y/N had invited Kiyoko over to study. Or at least, that had been the plan.

Instead, both of you were sitting cross-legged on the floor of ur room, surrounded by open textbooks, a half-eaten bag of chips, and a volleyball that you had been mindlessly tossing in the air. Kiyoko was leaning back against the bed, flipping through her notes with her usual focus, while you... failed miserably to concentrate.

“You’re supposed to be studying,” Kiyoko said without looking up, her voice as calm as ever.

“I am,” you protested, though your attention was clearly on her.

She gave you a sidelong glance, her eyebrow raised. “You’ve been staring at me for the past ten minutes.”

“No, I haven’t,”you said quickly, your face heating.You adjusted the volleyball in your hands, trying to play it cool.

Kiyoko sighed and closed her notebook. “What is it?”

you hesitated a little bit, not sure if you should say anything. “Uh… I just… Your shirt looks tighter.”

Kiyoko blinked, her head tilting slightly. “What?”

“Not in a bad way!” you correctted quickly, waving his hands. “I just mean… like, your stomach. It looks, uh…” you gestured vaguely, words failing you.

For a moment, Kiyoko just stared at you, her calm demeanor unreadable. Then, as if realizing something, she looked down at herself. She placed her hand over her midsection, pressing lightly as if to confirm what he’d said.

Her fingers lingered there for a moment before she spoke. “I guess it’s starting to show,” she said softly, her voice quieter than usual.

You swallowed hard,heart thudding in your chest. “Does that… freak you out?”

Kiyoko shook her head, her expression thoughtful. “Not really. I’ve been expecting it. But seeing it is… different.”

You scooted closer, sitting beside her. “It’s kind of… cool, though. Isn’t it?”

She glanced at him, her lips curving into the faintest smile. “You think so?”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice warm. “I mean, it’s proof that it’s happening.”

Kiyoko’s gaze softened, and for a moment, she let her guard down completely. “It’s scary sometimes,” she admitted. “But… I think it’s okay.”

You reached out hesitantly, your hand hovering over hers. “Can I…?”

Kiyoko nodded, and you placed the hand gently over hers, feeling the faintest curve beneath her sweater. Your heart swelled, a mix of awe and nervousness washing over him.

“I’ll be here,” you said, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside him. “No matter what."

Kiyoko closed her eyes, leaning her head lightly against your shoulder. “You’re still an idiot sometimes, you know.”

“Yeah,” you said with a grin, “but I’m your idiot.”

She let out a soft laugh, the kind that she rarely let anyone hear. And in that moment, surrounded by textbooks and uncertainty, she had no clue what you were doing—but at least, she wouldn't be alone.

Sugawara

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden light across the room as Sugawara sat beside you. The day had started like any other, but now there was something different.

You had just finished your morning routine, slipping on your school uniform, but as you stood in front of the mirror, something caught your attention. Your hand instinctively went to your stomach, where you could faintly notice a small bump. It wasn't much, barely noticeable to anyone else, but to you, it felt like the world was shifting beneath you.

Sugawara, who had been tying his shoes at the foot of the bed, noticed you standing still, staring at your reflection in silence. He rose to his feet, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced with concern. "Y/N?" he asked softly.

You turned to him, forcing a smile, but it didn't reach your eyes. "Koushi... I think it's starting to show."

He blinked, his eyes widening for a moment as he processed what you had said. Without hesitation, he stepped toward you, closing the distance between you with a gentle, almost cautious step. His fingers brushed against the fabric of your shirt, resting just above your stomach. He stared at the faint curve, his expression softening with a mixture of awe and uncertainty.

"You’re right," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "It’s... growing."

You looked down, your heart racing. “I don’t know if I’m ready for this. What if I can't do this? What if I can’t handle being pregnant and finishing school at the same time?”

Sugawara gently cupped your face, lifting your gaze to meet his. His expression was steady, unwavering, as if trying to anchor you in the storm of thoughts swirling in your head. "We’re going to get through this, Y/N. Together," he said firmly. “Look at me.”

You met his eyes, and in them, you saw the same determination that had always been there—the same boy who, despite everything, always found a way to take on the impossible.

He took your hand, placing it against the small bump. "This... this little one is ours. And we’re going to be okay. I’m not going anywhere. We’ll figure it out, one step at a time. Whether it's school, volleyball, or... being parents, we’ll do it together."

A tear slipped down your cheek as you felt the weight of his words. "I’m scared," you whispered.

Sugawara reached up, brushing away your tear with his thumb. "Me too. But we’ll figure it out. Honey, and hey" he added, offering a small, reassuring smile. "We’re not the only ones who’ve been through this. We’ve got people we can lean on."

You nodded, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence. The future still seemed uncertain, but with him by your side, it felt like maybe—just maybe—you could handle it.

"Thank you," you whispered, giving him a watery smile.

Sugawara leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Anytime, darling "

As the two of you stood there, the weight of the moment sinking in, you knew life was going to be different from now on. But with Sugawara, you also knew it would be full of love, support, and the promise that no matter what came next, you wouldn’t face it alone.

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[adumbratrapedme]

yachi hitoka x m!reader | teen pregnancy pt.1 the news

Synopsis. a teen pregnancy storie between yachi and male reader.

wc. idk | genre. angst to fluff |cw/tags. angst to fluff, teen pregnancy mentions, etc.

links: tsukishima | kenma | yamaguchi | hinata | kageyama teen pregnancy series masterlists here!

╭⋅Ok so, she started acting weird but you were okay with it since well… your gf tends to go really shy randomly or is busy with her school activities (since you’re in a diferent clasroom) so thats ok for you!! ╭⋅She also avoids you but… as i told you you didn’t find it too weird until.. ╭⋅You REMEMBERED YOU GUYS HAD SEX NOT TOO LONG AGO ╭⋅Damn… is your game so bad she wants to break up but it's too shy to do it??(˚☐˚”)/ ╭⋅No… i mean it cant be that bad right? You thought as you entered the gym cuz guess what huhhhuhh you are also part of the team heh… ╭⋅So you usually see her around and walk her home when practice is done, BUT ITS BEEN WEEKS QND NOT EVEN A GLIMPSE OF HER?? Ofc you see her but yk what i mean!! ╭⋅Anyways going back to yachi, she found out not to long ago an decided to stay away for a while, cuz i mean- how is she going to tell you she is pregnant?? You guys been together for a while but she’s even SHY TO GRAB YOUR HAND UGHHHH ╭⋅ But ofc she tells kiyoko!! Who somehow misunderstood and uh well… thinks you left yachi cuz ur a piece of shit ╭⋅ One day randomly at practice (yachi isn't here either) kiyoko makes some kind of double sided comment?? Really snarky. Really salty. And you are like DA FUCK?! I thought we were friends?! ╭⋅Cuz YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS GOING ON. ╭⋅ So when practice is done you go to kiyoko and SHES SO MAD AT YOUR ASS. And you are like wowowow ok caLM DoWN. ╭⋅She ends up spilling the tea and you are just standing there like ╭⋅ WHAT?! ╭⋅She has the same reaction as you when you explain that you were not aware of the situationship!! ╭⋅She apologizes profusely and feels bad about doubting your love for yachi :c ╭⋅So now you run to find yo girlfriend !!

You didn't think much of it at first.

Yachi has always been shy.

Random handholding made her face red as a tomato!! She'd trip over her words if you kissed her cheek. It was one of the things you loved about her.

But lately...

Something felt off.

Yachi had been distant. Avoiding you in the hallways, cutting conversations short, and finding excuses to skip out on your usual walks home together. It was weird, but you figured maybe she was just busy with school. Still, the pit in your stomach wouldn't go away.

And then—

The realization hit you like a volleyball to the face.

You both had sex not too long ago. Your mind spiraled.

Was your game that bad that she wanted to break up but didn't know how to say it?! No, no way. Right? RIGHT?

With that dreadful thought circling your brain, you entered the gym for practice. As usual, Kiyoko was there managing the team. But Yachi?

Nowhere to be seen.

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Weeks had passed, and you hadn't seen her after practice even once. You usually walked her home, teased her until she got all flustered, and watched her smile that shy little smile.

But now? Not even a glimpse of her.

The unease sat heavy in your chest.

Everything was going as usual.

Until Kiyoko hit you with a snarky comment right after tsukishima reminded you about the fact that you had not yet delivered your corresponding part of the project and it was due tomorrow

"Some people just abandon their responsibilities, huh?" she said, voice dripping with disdain. You blinked, everyone blinked! caught completely off guard.

"What?" you asked, confused. "Are you... talking about me?"

Kiyoko shot you a glare that could kill. "I thought you were better than that, Y/N."

Your brain short-circuited. "What the hell are you talking about?!" you said as u moved closer to Hiyoko, moving out of hearing range of the rest of the team.

Kiyoko crossed her arms, her expression ice cold. "Oh, don't play dumb. Yachi's been missing practice for weeks, and she already told me why."

Your heart thudded. Hiyoko knew but not you? HER BOYFRIEND?

"Wait-what? Why?" your voice laced with concern

"She's pregnant." she scoffed, she couldnt believe the way you played dumb!

You froze. Completely. Like someone hit pause on your life.

"WHAT?!"

Kiyoko raised a brow. "You mean to tell me you didn't know?"

You could only gape at her. "NO! I-I had no idea!"

It was Kiyoko's turn to freeze. "Wait... You didn't...?"

"No!" you yelled. "If I knew, do you think l'd be standing here like an idiot?! I love Yachi! I'd never leave her!" you panted, i mean what a way to find out you were going to be a teen dad tbh...

Kiyoko's face softened in an instant. "Oh... Oh my god, Y/N, I'm so sorry. I thought..." She shook her head, horrified. "I thought you abandoned her. I should've known better."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "It's fine. But where is she? I need to talk to her."

Kiyoko nodded. "She's been hiding out at the library, she waits for me to go home. She doesn't know how to tell you."

You didn't wait another second.

You grabbed your bag and ran.

You sprinted to the library, not stopping for breath until you were infront of her.

After a while you finally found her, she was at the back of the library, sitting while reading her notes, her eyes were red, probably from crying. Her eyes widened when she saw you.

"Y/N..?"

You were panting, but you didn't care.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" you couldn't help but raise your voice a little as tears welled up in her eyes you regretted that decision "I-I was scared."

You stepped forward, gently taking her hands in yours. "Yachi... You don't have to be scared. I love you."

Her lip trembled. "But... I didn't know how you'd react. I thought maybe you'd be mad or-" You cut her off with a soft kiss and stroking her head

"I could never be mad at you. We're in this together, okay? You're not alone." Yachi sobbed, throwing her arms around you. "I'm sorry for avoiding you. I just... didn't know what to do."

You held her close, stroking her hair, how could you blame her? Even you didn't know what to do.

"It's okay. We'll figure it out... Together."

She pulled She pulled back, looking up at you with teary eyes. "You're really not mad?"

You smiled and chuclked a bit. "No. I love you, Yachi. And I'm not going anywhere."

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Kiyoko went out of her way to help Yachi whenever she needed it, still feeling guilty for her earlier assumptions.

And as for you?

Well, you never missed a practice - But you never missed a chance to walk Yachi home again, either.

Because this was your future. And you'd do anything to protect it.

Anything.

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@chilichopsticks @dreadnoughtus101

[guppybibi]

yachi x fem reader part 2!!

a/n: i should be kicked if i dont finish this (this is pretty short TwT)

ⁱ'ᵛᵉ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵐᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ *:..｡o○

✧༺♥༻∞

It was finally the day of the practice match, the sun hadn't even risen yet and the whole volleyball team was already ready and prepared for the trip to Tokyo. Yachi assists Kiyoko in loading all of the luggage into the bus, after doing a headcount and making sure everything was well prepared, they set off to Tokyo! The whole trip there was pretty silent, aside from Hinata who was basically jumping around. Well it was better than him puking on a certain someone’s lap again..Even Yachi felt nauseous when Kiyoko told that story to her.

It wasn't long until they arrived at Nekoma, Yachi could already see Lev waving to them from afar; calling out to Hinata. Now that everyone got down from the bus and is warming up in Nekoma’s gym while catching up with each other, the gym door slides open to reveal; Nekoma’s new substitute manager! “Look! We got a new female manager!” Yamamoto snickers, looking over to Tanaka as they did their stretches. Yachi looks over to the door, her heart dropping as she sees their manager. Y/N, she looked absolutely charming and emitted a similar vibe to big sister Saeko. Y/N sees that everyone in Nekoma was warming up and that everything was under control, she heads over to where the two Karasuno managers were. “Hey! Nice to meet ya two! I'm Y/N, by the way.” She introduces herself, putting out two of her hands for them to shake.

The blonde looked down at her hands, accessorized with some shiny rings and were neatly manicured. Which made Yachi's heart stop yet again, she looks up and sees that she even had a mole close to her lower left eye which gave off a similar sexy look that Kiyoko had. She was pulled back to reality when she realized that Kiyoko was already done shaking Y/N’s hand and that she left Y/N hanging. She panics and quickly takes both of her hands to shake Y/N’s hand, muttering a bunch of apologies as she looks down in embarrassment. Y/N waves her free hand dismissively, telling her it was fine. The clumsy girl then realizes she's been holding this pretty girl’s hand for too long! There could be a few of her fans lurking around, waiting to eat her!

She quickly pulls back her hand, chuckling awkwardly. She sees Kiyoko introduce herself to the other girl, realizing she should too. After patiently waiting her turn, she takes a deep breath and says, “I’m Yachi Hitoka! It's a pleasure to work with you during this time, Y/N!” This made Nekoma’s manager giggle as she looked at how short Yachi was, not that she was any taller than her but there was still a difference. The managers chat for quite a bit, exchanging experiences and things about themselves. Just girl talk. Though they were cut off a few times so they could do their jobs as managers, they weren't bothered by it at all.

It was dark now, pretty silent aside from the people's chatters and the stray cats roaming around. It might be fate’s doing or a coincidence but Kiyoko had to leave earlier than expected due to a family emergency, leaving the two girls alone. Good thing Y/N wasn't a shy one, able to continue the conversation between them. “Yachi-chan,” She starts, making Yachi look over at her. “You've seemed tense the whole time, loosen up. There's not as many rules in this life as you think.” She remarks with a smirk, sipping on the can of soda she had gotten from a vending machine nearby earlier. The blonde blinks a few times, trying to make sense of the brunette’s words. Loosen up? Rules? Those two just don't seem to match up! The brunette notices that her words struck something in the blonde’s musical mind. “I’m not saying you should change anything about ya though. Everyone is their own canvas, Yachi-chan.” More indirect nonsense! This girl certainly talks like she's in a poem or some kind of whimsical girls’ manga.

“O-oh..Well I don't really plan to! But I’ll keep those words in mind..” She answers, caressing the back of her head bashfully. Earning a little nod from the taller girl as she throws the soda can into the bin. The taller girl leans back against the wall, twirling her locks around her finger. A few glances and chit chats were exchanged that night, alongside each other's numbers..

[guppybibi]

yachi x fem reader! hopefully I'll actually finish this tee hee, make sure to drink water!

ᵒⁱˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵐⁱˣ

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

ᵇᵘᵗ ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ʷᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵒᵘᵗ, ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ.

✧༺♥༻∞

Opposites Attract. It's a common saying that the folks tell. It's not unusual to see it in those cliche movies too; a popular boy with a nerdy girl, a quiet girl with a loud boy. And the list goes on. They would often end up with happy endings, but would this be the case for these two contrasting young girls?

It was a regular school day for Yachi. Preparing breakfast for herself due to her mother getting called in early at work and going off to school by herself. This was routine. She was used to this by now. She arrives at Karasuno, placing her bags down as she takes deep breaths to mentally prepare herself for the day.

“Hitoka-chan!” A soft voice calls out, making Yachi squeak in her seat as she looks over to see who it was. She sighs in relief when she sees that it was just Kiyoko. She stood up, heading over to Kiyoko who was standing by the doorway. “Yes Shimizu-san..?” She asks, tilting her head in curiosity as she waits for what her upperclassman has to say.

“Karasuno and Nekoma are having a practice match this Saturday morning at 8AM. You’ll be able to go, right?” Kiyoko announces, making Yachi nod while she listens to Kiyoko. She couldn't help but get distracted by Kiyoko, specifically her beauty. This made her stay cautious of her surroundings, her fanboys could be plotting to do something really bad to her! “Hitoka-chan?” Kiyoko calls out, making Yachi yelp as she's forced out of her thoughts. “A-ah! I'm sorry! I’ll have to ask my mother about it, I will contact you once I ask.” The blondie answers, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly. The ravenette girl nods in response, bowing thankfully before she sets off to go to class.

Yachi waves goodbye to her friend, going back to her seat. Another practice match with Nekoma, huh? She was pretty familiar with the people there so she doesn't feel quite tense. The school day passed by quickly like the wind breezing by, it was time for her to go to the gym for practice. On the way there she meets up with Shoyo, who has an ecstatic look on his face. Who wouldn't be? If you had a chance to meet your city friend you don't see often, you’d definitely be over the moon! “Yachi!” Shoyo calls out, waving both of his arms in the air to call her attention. Yachi waves back, running over to him.

“Yachi! You’ll be coming along with us this Saturday right!? I heard Nekoma got a new substitute manager!” Shoyo asks, taking Yachi’s hand to drag her to the gym; he didn't want to be late! His words caught her attention though, a new manager? She felt really curious but didn't wanna seem too intrusive! Well—curiosity doesn't always kill the cat, does it? “A substitute manager..? Do you know anything else about them?” The girl asks Shoyo, who thought about it for a bit. “Hm..All I heard is she's in the same class as Kenma..” The ginger answers, letting go of her hand as they arrive at the front of the gym. They could already hear the squeaking of the sneakers as they glided against the floors, and the volleyballs bouncing around. They enter the gym together, being greeted by the few people there who were already warming up. Shoyo goes off to do his stretches first, while Yachi moves to the side where Kiyoko was.

“I’m assuming you've heard about Nekoma’s substitute manager, Hitoka-chan?” Kiyoko asks, attempting to start some kind of small talk with the clumsy girl. “Aah yes! Hinata has already told me about her actually.” The shorter girl responds, feeling a little more curious about this manager. “Hehe, I figured he told you. I’ve heard that the girl is nice, but she can be pretty rowdy.” The quiet girl comments, making Yachi more nervous than curious. “R-rowdy huh..? W..Well I don't think I should judge someone before I’ve met them!” The blonde says, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. Seeing how her comment made the blonde uneasy, she smiles softly. “That's good Hitoka-chan.” The ravenette says, turning her head to watch the members continue to practice. Yachi does the same, but her mind wanders back and forth about this mystery manager. It wasn't anything special yet her mind refused to let her go.

Though she was quickly snatched back to reality when a stray ball hits the gym wall, almost hitting her in the face. An apology was shouted back to her from whoever spiked that ball, a thumbs up was given to them by the short girl. Today's practice wasn't anything out of the ordinary, just some receiving and spikes and whatnot. Luckily Hinata and Kageyama didn't beg her to stay overtime to

toss for them, it seems like they're pretty tired today.

~

“Mom! I’m home!” Yachi shouts and is replied with her own voice echoing through their empty home, she sighs when she realizes her mother wasn't home yet. She wasn't surprised though, this was basically her routine. She places her things aside, hanging her blazer on a coat hanger. She feels her stomach grumble, deciding to cook dinner for her and her mother. After cooking something simple, she hears the keys jingling outside the door and she knew it was her mother. She was glad that the food was almost ready and that they could eat together, family bonding time is important too ya know! The door creaks open, Yachi’s mother slips her feet out of her work shoes and puts on some comfier house slippers.

“Welcome home, mom!” The blonde teen greets with a smile, turning off the stove and untying her apron. The older woman gives her a tired smile, going over to Yachi and patting her head. “Smells delicious dear, I’ll change first and we’ll eat together, alright?” Yachi’s mom says, returning to her room to change into some cozy clothing. The short blonde replies with a determined salute, preparing the dinner table. Once the two of them are ready and are already eating face to face at the dinner table, her mother speaks up. “So how is being the manager of the boys’ volleyball team? I’m sure you're not half-assing your work there.” She asks, wiping her lips with a napkin as she chews on her food. This made the teen feel a little queasy, though that may just be because she was nervous about the practice match with Nekoma. Hopefully it was that. “Aah well nothing really special is happening right now mom..oh but!” She answers, remembering that she needed to ask for her mother's permission to go to the match. “But..we have a practice match with Nekoma again this Saturday. I have a permission slip you need to sign.” She says, looking at her mother expectantly hoping she’ll accept.

“Alright. Hand me the permission slip after we eat. You're going.” Her mother replies, giving her precious daughter a smile. It's safe to say Yachi went to sleep that night without much on her mind.

[229zmi]

SHYNESS GIRL

PAIRING: Yachi Hitoka/Reader

CONTENT: reader is implied to be taller than yachi, using a plastic knife to cut a leaf for a science experiment, honestly 99% of this is just yachi’s inner monologue

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

“What the fuck, it’s so hot and humid in this room. I think I’m gonna melt.”

You really aren’t exaggerating. It would even be an understatement to say that you feel like a sweaty, pungent mess right now, especially after running here from your dorm just to hear that the AC in the entire building is temporarily down. You yawn, fanning your face with your hand to keep yourself from dropping dead onto the tiled floor, although your efforts are futile.

When your lab partner does absolutely nothing in response to your pointless narration, you send an aggrieved look in her direction. Normally, you don’t mind when people feel inclined to not talk to you, especially since you like hearing the sound of your voice and you prattle on enough for all parties anyway, but at least a nod of acknowledgement would be nice to let you know that you aren’t alone in your suffering.

“Do I stink?“ You figure maybe she’s too scared to speak ‘cause your godawful stench might waft onto her tongue.

“Of course not!” Immediately, Yachi peers up at you and shakes her head so fast, you’re worried it’ll fall off. You find yourself enjoying the way her star-shaped hair clip nearly slips off her blonde strands from the movement before she reaches up to swiftly fix it back into place. “Sorry,” she stutters out, like that inconvenienced you in any way.

“No worries,” you say. Briefly, your eyes scan the tabletop, taking note of each item laid out in front of you. “Ooh, a hair-dryer.”

You flick the switch to turn it on, only to wrinkle your nose and quickly turn it off when the hair-dryer doesn’t seem to have the desired effect of a cooling fan.

“What do we even use this for? In this experiment, I mean.”

“We use it to simulate a warm breeze for one of our treatment groups. That way, we can see if it’ll influence the transpiration rate.”

“Well, aren’t you smart.” Your teasing remark has Yachi flushing a bright red colour as she shakes her head vigorously again and points to a paragraph in her lab manual as though to deflect the compliment. Regardless, you choose to ignore her, concealing your amusement behind a stony guise. “What do we do first?”

“Put on gloves.”

“Ew.” Resisting the urge to gag at the sensation of latex against your sweaty palms, you tug on a pair of blue disposable gloves with considerable effort. She does the same, although with significantly less reluctance. “Next.”

“Get two lettuce leaves that are similar in size,” Yachi reads. Nervously, she looks to you, prepared to offer to retrieve the aforementioned leaves herself so you can relish in the great honour that is staying in the same spot. However, you’re already turning around before she can say anything and walking to the front of the classroom, happy to do as told.

When you return to your work area, there are two lettuce leaves pinched in between your gloved fingers, though they’re different sizes, unlike she asked. You set them down on the table with an expectant expression on your face as you stare at her.

“Good?”

NO! NOT GOOD, her subconscious says.

Yachi knows this is wrong, yet she can’t find it in herself to speak up as she chews on her bottom lip and furrows her eyebrows. After all, as respectful as you have been so far, you do have a certain reputation around campus. She hears it from Yamaguchi, who hears it from Hinata and Kageyama, who hear it from Tsukishima (who likes to lie to them for shits and giggles sometimes). Apparently, you spend your free time throwing rocks at people’s windows at the dead of the night, make people you don’t like do your homework for you, and shove professors’ faces down the toilets whenever they give you a bad grade. Very intimidating.

She’s torn between two options. The thought of possibly offending you strikes such terror into her that she’d almost rather risk getting a bad grade on this lab than correct your mistake. But then there’s the chance that if she lets this mistake go and the both of you get points docked, you’ll find out that she knew all along. And then what?

What if you’re livid because she caused you to have a low score, so you start making her do your homework in order to raise your grade? What if you tell everyone of the one (1) horrible thing she did and then everyone starts making her do their homework to punish her for her dishonesty? What if she ends up having too much homework to do and people start getting mad at her for not being able to do their homework on time? What if they start throwing rocks at her window? What if you start throwing rocks at her window? What if, what if, what if?

She can’t let that happen!

“Actually, that’s not…”

“Huh?” This elicits an eyebrow raise from you. Assuming your confusion is a matter of you not quite hearing her rather than her deliberately trailing off out of apprehension, you turn your head to the side and lean down slightly so that your ear is level with her mouth. “Can you repeat that?”

Yachi squeaks, backing up.

“Never mind!” the words rush out of her mouth before she can think. With her heart pounding in her chest, all she can do now is hope that the two leaves being different sizes won’t make that much of a difference in your results. (Oh, who is she kidding? It’s a science experiment — of course, it’s gonna impact the results!) “I think the next step is to cut a thin slice off at the bottom of each leaf!”

“With this knife?”

“Yes!”

“Okay.”

A couple moments pass, and Yachi exhales, feeling somewhat relieved that you don’t seem to catch on to her ginormous fib while also feeling like a criminal at the same time. Maybe she’ll have enough time to change her name and move to another country before you realise. Yeah, that seems like the smart thing to do.

Your voice sears through her thoughts, pulling her back to reality. “This is kind of fun.” You point the plastic knife at her. Yachi feels like she’s going to wither away. “You wanna try?”

“No thank you!”

“Suit yourself.” With a half-hearted one-shoulder shrug, you go right back to what you’re doing.

Wait, Yachi suddenly thinks. What if that was your way of indirectly telling her to do something for once instead of just standing there and doing nothing aside from giving you commands like it’s her birthright? Now she just looks like a horrible person! Perhaps she should take the knife from you and do it herself. But what if that offends you, making you think that she thinks you’re not doing it right? Are you even doing it right?!

Warily, Yachi glances at the table.

Oh no. You’re cutting the leaves wrong. Horribly wrong, so wrong there’s no doubt the both of you’ll get an awful grade on this lab report if she doesn’t say anything soon.

Faced with no other alternative, she frowns, then takes a deep breath. YOU CAN DO THIS, GIRL, says her subconscious. Or something. God, she’s such a nervous wreck, she doesn’t even know what’s happening anymore.

“Hey, um.” Good start. Inwardly, she pats herself on the back. “Is that how we’re supposed to be cutting it? I — I don’t think our lab manual says to do it like that.”

“What.”

“Never mind! Maybe it does say that! I’m not sure, what d’you think?”

“I don’t know,” you declare intelligently. You don’t stop what you’re doing, seemingly concentrated on cutting the leaf even after being told that you’re wrong, but you nod your chin at her lab manual. “What does that say, again?”

“It says to cut a thin slice off of each leaf.”

“Okay.”

Yachi frowns. “…Those look like hearts.”

“Aw, really? That’s crazy. I didn’t realise.” You grin down at your heart-shaped cutouts, scratching your head as if you don’t know what possessed you to do such a thing. “Sorry about that.“

Yachi waves both of her hands frantically. “It’s okay, you don’t need to apologise! It’s my fault, I should’ve said something earl—“

“Hey, don’t stress yourself over it. Since I messed up, I’ll just get two more leaves and start over.” You nudge her elbow with yours playfully. “Hope you don’t mind spending extra time with me on this lab. Unless I stink.” Your face turns solemn all of a sudden. “It’s okay to tell me the truth. I know I’m sweaty.”

“You don’t smell bad at all!” she splutters as you walk away. Nonetheless, all is well after you return with two lettuce leaves, both of equal size this time around.

“That was your attempt at getting my attention? By doing everything wrong?”

It’s several years down the line, and your girlfriend seems to be in disbelief as you recall the fondest memories of you and her before your relationship. With a smile tugging at your lips, you gently take a wisp of her hair, twirling it around your finger before tucking it into the crevice behind her ear.

“Duh, I was totally into you. Wasn’t that obvious?”

Yachi looks at you with such incredulity, you could almost laugh. “No!”

“Come on, you’re only saying that ‘cause you thought I was some low-life delinquent,” you say, trying to convince her. “I made you hearts out of lettuce leaf. Isn’t that so romantic? Call me a flirting connoisseur or whatever.”

Her nose scrunches up. “I’ll pass.”

You clutch your chest and let your head fall onto her shoulder. “You wound me severely.”