men who keeps a picture of you in his wallet; the picture visible when he pulls out his wallet to pay
men whose personality is about you. social media, camera roll, and even lock screen have pictures of you on it
men who are very tender about you; who never tell you no. whatever you want you can have. that overpriced 30 dollar candy? grab it. another pair of the same shoes you have at home? already being bought in your size.
men who are sensitive to your emotions. you're happy? he's happy. you're crying? he's doing everything in his power to fix it. pouting because you want something? he's getting it for you right now.
men who boast about you to anyone that'll listen, always finding a way to bring you up in a conversation that has absolutely nothing to do with you.
men whose facade falls once you tilt your head at them ever so slightly, a please leaving your lips.
men whose friends joke that you're the one that wears the pants in the relationship
suggestive undercut!
men whose neck is littered with hickeys and marks from you
men who grin when his friends point out the scratches on his back. that say he looks like he's been mauled. and he only smiles because it was you who did it--with the same set of nails he just paid for
men who always have to touch you--doesn't matter where. standing up? hands on your hips. on the couch? his arm is around you. in the bed small spooning? his hand is inside your shirt
men who crave with need for you
men who absolutely adore you
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Things I think the haikyuu boys would do before dating you
(Karasuno ver.)
Hinata
•Most definitely confides in you.
•does anything that he can do to attempt to impress you. Weather being trying extra hard in his classes, trying a super cool new attack, or even just talking about things that he did that he deems a cool.
•is pretty touchy, not in a weird way. But he tends to somehow get his hands on you one way or another.
•He gets so hyped up seeing you at any sort of volleyball game, and he tries extra hard to do something cool and / or win.
Kageyama
•I personally believe he pays a lot of attention to things that aren't volleyball and that transfers to you. You tell him about a show you liked once three weeks ago? Yeah, he remembers and asks you about it when a new episode comes out.
•He tries his best to compliment you. He's not very good at it though, but I promise he tries.
•usally isn't a good listener, but for you he is, it's like a switch clicks on when you talk that has him zeroed into your rants and rambles
Yamaguchi
•He LIVES to complement you. There isn't a day where he isn't saying you look amazing or that he likes the way you did your hair that day.
•he's not very fond of touching. Like he would normally be very uncomfortable If someone tried to hug him. But every time you hug him, he melts into your touch, like he could be there all day.
•He will NEVER, and I mean never let you feel left out. He knows what it feels like to be left out and he wouldn't ever wish that on you.
•(metaphorically) dies when you get too close to him. His freckled face turns a bright shade of read.
Tsukishima
•somehow gets snarkier with you. But not in a bullying sense, he doesn't tease you more than anyone else. If you can tease him back, OH he has a field day.
•not only does he get snarkier, but he's also nicer to you. Especially if it's around other people who annoy him (hinata and kageyama)
It's kinda scary how nice he becomes.
•takes geuine interest in the things you talk about, especially if you do the same for him.
Tanaka
•you get the kiyoko treatment I fear. So if you don't like that, sucks to be you.
•another one who tries his hardest to impress you. He tries his best fo score extra points during a game or just look cool.
•is incredibly bashful. Dude, in private, he's internally panicking because he doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of you.
Nishinoya
•literally says I love you to you. "I love you, yknow that?" Good morning and goodnight texts "Goodnight, I love you" "Good morning, love youuu"
•gets you things that reminds him of you, a pair of socks with your favorite animal. Bought. A bracelet with your favorite colors on it. Also bought.
Sugawara
•flirts I don't care. you both have definitely made out "as friends"
•uses nicknames on you like "darling" or "my love" again just as friends, right? (No he's deeply in love with you)
•takes so many pictures with you. Like he has an album just of selfie with him titled: K + (your initial), he would die if you saw that folder name
Daichi
•pays extra attention to you, another one who buys things that remind him of you. He's gotten you a key chain of your favorite character that you cherish now.
•is protective of you but not OVERprotective. But he's always making sure you don't get hurt. (Not that he wouldn't mind taking care of you) He's a natural care taker due to being the oldest of his siblings.
•is always subconsciously bringing you up in conversations with the other third years. Poor guy doesn't even realize it.
Asahi
•is always showing you his sketches of outfits he's drawn, somehow they're always very close to your style (I wonder why that is..)
•He reassures you anytime you feel down. He never wants you to feel upset. I mean if he knows what it feels like to not be happy with himself why would he want you to feel the same?
•cuddlebug even before the relationship, you two are latched to each other's hip. Always touching each other.
•let's you play with his hair a the time. Usally he wouldn't let people touch his hair but he can make an exception.
flowers are expensive (wbk). like- a dozen of flowers costs around 50$ (according to the internet), and for a boyfriend who just LOVES to spoil u with gifts but doesn't have Elon Musk's wallet, that's a little bit out of his price range.
so what does he do? he makes them. he goes out and buys a giant back of white paper (which is still cheaper than a dozen flowers), sits down, cuts the paper into smaller pieces and colors each of them in it own unique color before shaping them into flowers and wrapping them up in a paper where he wrote a short, but heartwarming letter to you.
"I couldn't buy you flowers, so I just made them for you.." he mumbled out sheepishly, hoping you'd like them.
like them? you're on your KNEES for them. the fact he took time out of his day to HAND MAKE paper flowers for you meant so much more than a dozen of roses that'll die in a few weeks or so.
ever since he saw just how much you liked his hand made gifts, that's all he gives to you in the future, and each and every time he comes up with more and more unique designs, all so he could see that beautiful smile of yours. ♡︎
;; boyfriend!yamaguchi means late-night study sessions in your shared apartment where the only light comes from his dual monitors and the soft glow of his keyboard. as a college senior finishing up his degree, he’s perpetually surrounded by circuit boards and half-finished coding projects, but he always makes sure there’s a spot on his desk cleared just for your coffee mug.
;; boyfriend!yamaguchi is the type to get incredibly focused—brows furrowed, glasses sliding down his nose—only to completely melt the second you touch the back of his neck. he’s all professional and composed when he’s talking about his upcoming job at the electronics company, using big technical terms that make him look so grown-up, but the moment the door shuts and it’s just you two, he’s tucking his face into the crook of your neck and letting out a shaky sigh of relief.
;; boyfriend!yamaguchi has this specific habit of letting you test things. he’ll bring home small gadgets or prototypes he’s working on and insist he needs your input, but really he just wants an excuse to sit behind you, his chest pressed to your back, as his long, steady fingers guide yours over the buttons. he’s so patient and gentle until you turn around to praise him, and then you see that familiar, pretty flush creeping up from his collar.
;; boyfriend!yamaguchi is surprisingly bold in public—holding your hand firmly, pulling you closer by the waist to avoid a puddle—but the power dynamic pulls a complete u-turn the second you get him behind closed doors. he loves it when you take the lead. he’ll sink into the pillows, looking up at you with those wide, adoring eyes, his breath hitching every time your hands wander somewhere a little more daring. he’s a stuttering, beautiful mess under your touch, constantly whispering how much he belongs to you.
;; boyfriend!yamaguchi definitely keeps a folder on his laptop labeled ‘boring schematics’ that is actually just hundreds of candid photos he’s taken of you while you’re not looking. he’s a bit of a nerd about capturing the ‘perfect lighting,’ which usually just means whenever the sun hits your face while you’re reading. if you ever catch him looking, he’ll try to play it cool, but his ears turn bright red, giving him away every single time.
;; boyfriend!yamaguchi has already started looking at ‘employee plus one’ benefits for his new job next year. he won’t say it out loud yet because he doesn’t want to spook you, but he’s already mentally moved you into the ‘forever’ category. he shows his devotion in the way he kneels between your legs to massage your feet after a long day, or the way he lets out a needy, soft whine when you stop running your fingers through his hair.
;; boyfriend!yamaguchi loves giving you ‘just because’ gifts. because he’s going into electronics, he’s always fixing your broken chargers or building you custom, aesthetic lamps for your bedside table. but his favorite thing to ‘fix’ is your mood; if you’re stressed, he’s immediately on the floor at your feet, resting his head on your lap and looking up at you like you’re the only person in the world who matters. he’s so soft, so eager to please, and so hopelessly yours.
;; boyfriend!yamaguchi is the type to get all flustered and formal when he’s explaining his senior thesis, but the second you slide your hand up the inner thigh of his slacks under the dinner table, his voice cracks so hard he has to excuse himself. he’s all tall and lean now, looking every bit the professional electronics engineer in his button-downs, but he’s still the same boy who loses his breath when you take control.
;; boyfriend!yamaguchi loves it when you use his desk chair for things other than studying. he’ll be sitting there, trying to focus on a circuit diagram, when you decide to crawl into his lap—not to cuddle, but to straddle him. he immediately goes weak, his hands hovering over your hips, terrified to touch but desperate for you to press closer. he likes the friction, the way you feel so heavy and right against him, and the way he has to tilt his head back and expose his throat to you just to keep breathing.
;; boyfriend!yamaguchi is a “please” and “thank you” kind of guy, especially when he’s under you. he’s surprisingly vocal when you have him pinned to the mattress, his back arching off the sheets as he begs for you to keep going. he loves the feeling of your weight on top of him—it grounds him. he’ll grip the headboard until his knuckles are white, his eyes blown wide and glassy, completely undone by the way you look down at him with that specific, hungry expression.
;; boyfriend!yamaguchi has a thing for your hands. maybe it’s because he works with his own so much, but seeing your fingers curled around him or pressed against his lips makes his brain short-circuit. he’s so submissive in the bedroom, folding himself however you want him, his long limbs tangling in the blankets as he lets out these soft, high-pitched sounds that he’d be mortified for anyone else to hear. he’s your personal project, and he loves it when you get touchy.
;; boyfriend!yamaguchi is definitely prone to overstimulation, especially when you use that tone of voice that lets him know exactly who’s in charge. he’ll hide his face in the crook of his arm, his skin flushed a deep, feverish red from his chest up to his ears, trembling under your touch. he likes it when you’re a little demanding, when you tell him exactly what to do for you; the realization that he can make you feel good just by being your plaything is enough to make him lose his mind.
;; boyfriend!yamaguchi has a habit of leaving his webcam covered because he’s paranoid, but he has no problem letting you see every messy, unraveled inch of him in the dark. he’s the type to get teary-eyed when it’s too much, his eyelashes wet and clumping together as he whispers your name like a prayer. he’s so sensitive, so responsive to every flick of your tongue or scratch of your nails, and he’ll spend the rest of the night curled into your side, shaking and spent, thanking you for taking such good care of him.
synopsis. karasuno’s first years and the different ways they find out you’ve debuted in a group or as a soloist.
warnings. f!reader, idol!reader, angst? slight fluff, lesbian?yachi hitoka, + timeskip — mainly a year or two after graduating.
context. you pull a “mark lee” and disappear to train under a south korean company to debut as a soloist or in a group. you leave without saying a word to anyone outside of your family leaving them confused, and concerned. until one random morning, afternoon or night, they find out the real reason — you debuted.
series. oya oya oya ❪ part two ❫, itachiyama ❪ part three ❫, inarizaki ❪ part four ❫, seijoh four ❪ coming soon ❫.
hinata shoyo, 日向 翔陽 .
He wasn’t trying to be nosy, really, Hinata Shoyo tried to give his full undivided attention onto the book his good friend Yachi recommended. But, his eyes couldn’t help wonder over to his left where a girl a few years younger than him, had propped her ipad on the airplane tray.
She paid him no attention, eyes zoned in on the screen — quietly humming along to the music video she downloaded to keep herself entertained.
Hinata was starting to become agitated from sitting on his seat for to long with nothing to do beside wait until they landed in Brazil. It didn’t take long for the young girl to catch onto his interest— unplugging her headphones and shifting the device slightly in his direction to give him a better view of the girl group performing.
He sighed of relief, sending the young girl a grateful smile to which she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.
It was towards the end of the music video (nearly 30 seconds before it ended), when his eyes widen in shock at seeing your solo shot. Hinata couldn’t contain the loud gasp that escaped his lips earning the attention of half the strangers sitting around the two of them.
“I know her!” Hinata chirped with bubbling energy, using his fingers to point towards the scene of you. “No you don’t.” The young girl dejected, a frown on her lips as she shook her head at his delusions.
A determined expression settled onto his face, pulling out his phone and clicking on the album that consisted of photos of just the two of you.
Hinata settled on one of his favorites — the two of you were posing in front of a mirror in your bedroom with matching Hello Kitty beanies. Two lovesick smiles on your faces, but he wasn’t staring in the direction of the mirror, his attention focused solemnly on you.
The rest of the flight consisted of the young girl updating him on all of your achievements, while Hinata’s eyes beamed with excitement. You’d made it. You managed to follow your dreams like the two of you promised you would.
All that was left is for Hinata Shoyo to accomplish his dreams of becoming a pro and he could proudly stand by your side.
yachi hitoka, 谷地 仁花 .
it’s your birthday. no matter how hard she tried to move on and forget, Yachi couldn’t bring herself to forget— not even when you left without saying goodbye. she’d woken up at 5 am sharp, her morning alarm blaring with the reminder on the bottom captioned, YN’S BIRTHDAY 🤍.
her lockscreen remained a picture of the two of you, curled into each other’s side on the couch of your living room. you’re smiling in the direct of the camera, a tint of color on your face as Yachi’s pink lips press against your right cheek.
Yachi forces her gaze away from the bright screen, strolling in the direction of the train station, her steps are slow and cautious. she wonders if you’re okay? if you’d been able to pursue your dreams instead of forcing yourself to live by your families’ strict rules.
a sigh slips past her lips, she shoves her phone into her purse and glances around the station surrounding. Yachi’s pink lips part in shock when her brown eyes landed on the ginormous posters of you plastered on the walls heading towards the train.
the large fonts reading: happy y/n day!
some of the posters consisted of sweet messages belonging to your fans. Yachi can feel the tears well up in her eyes, as a smile tugs at the corner of her lips and heart swells with pride. you hadn’t allowed your family to stop you from achieving your dreams. Yachi stares up at the posters of you, a look of admiration and affection embedded in her eyes.
❪ she asked a random stranger to take a picture of her posing in front of the birthday banners ❫
tsukishima kei, 月島 蛍 .
he isn’t the biggest fan of kpop music. now, don’t get Tsukishima wrong he doesn’t hate the genre of music, he just isn’t an avid listener nor would he go out of his way to purchase an album. Usually, when Tsukishima visits his go to music store, he tends to skip past the section titled: kpop.
today is a bit different. his eyes caught onto a smaller version of an album that was placed right next to the larger version. the small versions were the solo versions of a girl group, and right on the cover of the small version Tsukishima saw you.
it didn’t matter that you’d dyed your hair some bright color to fit the concept, or wore false contacts. Tsukishima could recognize the details of your face, anywhere.
not much of your outfit was shown besides a light pink of the collar of your top. you were soft smiling as your finger poked to the side of the album, decorated stickers littering the cover.
his favorite sticker consisted of a pink and green dinosaur curled at each other’s side. Tsukishima chuckled, his head shaking in amusement as he recalled the pink dinosaur plushie you gifted to him. you’d insisted that even if you weren’t together, he’d always have a part of you, while you’d always have a part of him—a green dinosaur plushie.
Tsukishima could never bring himself to be upset with you for leaving without telling him, you declared early on in the relationship of your dreams. dreams, he understood you’d do anything to achieve. he simply hoped you’d eventually return to him.
❪ tsukishima bought your version of the album, along with the group version in hopes of getting more than one photocard of you ❫
yamaguchi tadashi, 山口 忠 .
he’s late. it’s a rare thing for him to be late to events of his family or close friends. Yamaguchi prefers to show up on time or at least 10 minutes before the scheduled time. and, when it comes to his friends’ games, he prefers to get there an 1 hour or at least 30 minutes before— in order to beat the crazy fans.
Yamaguchi ran in the direction of the train station, carefully avoiding the strangers and quickly apologizing to anyone who’d crossed his path. He didn’t give himself a second to relax— at least not until he’d managed to enter the train seconds before the doors closed.
he sighed of relief finding an available seat beside two teenage girls who quietly giggled to each other. Yamaguchi turned his head to face the screen of his phone when his eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar face. there you were, well a photo version of you resting on the back of a teenager girls’ clear phone case.
“uh, excuse me.” Yamaguchi spoke in a nervous tone, silently praying he didn’t freak the girls out. the two girls both turned to look in his direction, eyebrows arched in confusion, probably wondering if they’d done something wrong. “why do you have a picture of her on your phone?”
the two shared a knowing look before giggling, “It’s a photo-card of Y/n, she’s the leader and main vocalist of our favorite girl group, and my bias.” he didn’t hesitate to ask for more information, and both girls’ were more than pleased to convert him into a fan.
as he stepped off of the train, Yamaguchi bid the two girls a farewell ( to which they happily returned ) and immediately searched up the nearest music store to buy a few copies of your groups latest album.
❪ now, he carries a photo of you on the back of his phone ❫
kageyama tobio, 影山 飛雄 .
he remembers the last time he saw you. you waited for him outside of the gym instead of coming inside like you normally did. Kageyama remembers the way your fingers nervously fiddled with the bracelet on your wrist ( the one he gifted you ), something you only did when you were nervous.
he could never forget the way you’d kiss him that night, like you were trying to memorize the way he felt. nor could he forget the way your arms seemed to tighten around his waist— as if you were scared he’d disappear. you whispered a quiet, “soon,” before rushing inside your house leaving him on your front lawn with rosy tinted cheeks.
Kageyama spent an entire year wondering where’d you gone, if you thought about him the same way he thought about you? he hoped one day your paths would cross.
it seemed today would be the day. the heavens decided to bless him with answers to his questions. you were standing a few feet away from him talking to his teammate Hoshiumi—who insisted on being your biggest fan. you, along with his team were gathered to do an ad for a sports company.
while, everyone greeted you with warm smiles and soft greeting, Kageyama watched from a far with a dazed expression on his face. a smile tugged at the corner of his lips watching you bounce on your feet as you excitedly spoke to his teammate. and to think he’d originally planned on declining since Kageyama wasn’t the most natural in front of a camera.
if his manager wasn’t so persistent, Kageyama would’ve missed his second chance at seeing you. he knew from this moment on he wouldn’t be letting you slip from his fingers again.
Thinking about how when you first started dating Tendou, he would brag to anyone who would listen and/or wasn’t fast enough to escape, that he landed a foreigner.
He loved all of it. If you ever took a while to find the right word, he patiently waited or encouraged you to mime it - soon having both of you treat these small challenges as impromptu games of charades. A lot of his time was spent staring at the three little dots indicating that you were typing a message, making him expect a novel-length reply only to get a line or two because it simply took you a while to find the correct Japanese spelling, and, no matter what, he melted at every single mispronunciation.
But of course all this love and all his heart eyes couldn’t prevent typical everyday bickering.
“If this was in my native language I’d be kicking your butt right now.”, you muttered, tapping rapidly on your phone’s translation app.
He pursed his lips, waiting. This was a common occurrence now that you had moved in together. Merging of cultures and lifestyles came with different expectations and was bound to lead to some friction.
“The laundry - wait, babe, how do you pronounce this, please?” Your voice turned calm and sweet and you held out your screen to show him the letters. He uncrossed his arms and leaned in to check.
“Which one, my love?”
“The third one.”
“Ah. De-ter-gent.”
“Detegend. Deter-. Ugh, one more time, please?”
“De-“, he began gently in your usual routine of repetition.
“De-“, you echoed.
“Ter-“
“Ter-“
“Gent.”
“Gent.”
“Detergent.”
“Detergent.”
“There you go! Perfect!”
He gave you a kiss on the forehead and took a step back again.
“The laundry detergent has to go into the left… the left part! That’s how the machine works.”
“I’ve washed my own clothes for years and nothing bad ever happened by putting it on the right.”, he insisted.
As he watched you type again on your phone for the right vocabulary, he made a mental note to look into online classes for your native language to make future arguments easier for you.
a/n: the chubby is implied at this point on my blog. Y’all know 😎
For this one I could also picture Hirugami, Kuroo, Aran, Osamu, Yamaguchi or Hinata here but… when in doubt I will always pick Tendou ^^
synopsis εïз you have been mistreated for a long time and you don't know how to accept genuine care, but yamaguchi never gives up
hurt/comfort fic ꫂ᭪݁ angst, abuse, ankle injury, lonliness, reader is mean to yamaguchi, getting kicked out, not proofread, lmk if i missed any warnings pls!
4k words ♬ i dont like this fic but i hate seeing it in my drafts. i feel like it's rushed but you can be the judge of that. also this was written for toji but i changed it last minute. ANOTHER HAIKYUU WORK ADDED :D i hope you enjoy this fic, thank you for reading!
your whole life, you felt like you weren't living up to your parents' standards. they'd treat you like you weren't worth it. they'd say things a parent should never say to their child. their own blood.
it hurt really bad, but you endured it because you thought it was their love. tough love. a love that builds you to be strong. oh, how wrong you were.
they hated you for no reason. always putting you down and never lifting you up. it was like they made your life miserable so they'd feel better about themselves. you wondered how a parent could do that to their own kid.
you limped on your way to school. they drove your sister to school, not letting you in the car when they left. they always favored her and she knew it. she'd use it against you anytime she wanted something.
you watched them treat her like a princess, praising her and telling her how good of a daughter she was. they compared the two of you every time of the day. they told her they were glad she didn't end up like you, but it wasn’t your fault you got to where you were.
your parents got you there. they treated you more like a maid than their own daughter. their words, their anger, their hatred, all of those things caused you to end up broken and bruised. it wasn't your choice to be conceived when they were teenagers. it wasn't your fault when their parents kicked them out.
you didn't deserve all the hate you got from them just because of their own mistake.
your ankle was wrapped in a bandage after a quick beating in the morning after you accidentally burnt breakfast a little bit. they still ate it all, leaving none for you. your stomach was empty and you had already cried everything out. you felt lightheaded and dizzy, but you didn't stop walking.
your foot dragged on the rough pavement as you watched kids being dropped off by their parents. their uniform was ironed to perfection, leaving no sign of wrinkles. you didn't even have to look down at your shirt to see the many wrinkles.
you limped all the way to your locker, stuffing your bag into it. papers fell from your locker, all notes and projects. you picked them up and glanced over them with a huff before throwing them back into your locker.
school didn't make you feel any better. you had no friends and the teachers just gave you looks of pity as you walked by. no one asked how you were doing or if you were even okay. no one cared enough to actually help and that made you feel angry.
how could they ignore the exhaustion in your eyes? how could they extend pity but not enough to actually do something about it? these people claimed that they were trusted adults, but they really weren't. they didn't care. they were there to teach and to get their paycheck.
you limped the way to your class, feeling everybody’s eyes on you. you glanced up, enough to make eye contact with your sister. she gave you an arrogant snarl and pretended she didn't know you. she smiled at her friends, fangirling over some boy she was talking to.
she was always talking to boys. your parents encouraged her. she always had one slinging his arm over her shoulder and saying sweet nothings that he didn't really mean. it was funny, the way she'd fall and get her heart broken. you really didn't feel sympathy when she'd come home from a breakup. she didn't feel sympathy when you were getting beaten.
you parents would treat her like she was a fragile diamond, needing to be held and loved till her heart could heal. you rolled your eyes every time she came home crying.
you could remember the first time you told your parents you had a crush. they told you no boy would ever love you. you were dirty and ugly and a complete mistake they wished they had gotten rid of. they said they regretted having you and you made their lives hell. who would like someone like you?
that night, you cried yourself to sleep, telling yourself you weren't worth loving.
you ignored your sister and her friends, continuing to drag your foot till you reached your desk. you slumped in your chair, dreading the day even though it had barely started.
the sun filtered into the room, allowing the warmth to embrace you, although it didn't do anything to help the hollow feeling in your chest.
you limped your way through half the day till lunch arrived. you walked into the line, grabbing an apple before heading outside to the courtyard. the sun was still shining, but a gust of wind blew by every few minutes. you could feel your skin prickle from the cold, but you paid it no attention.
you sat against a big tree, watching everyone laugh and talk to their friends. everyone looked happy, as if they weren't going through anything. they didn't notice you, nobody really did.
you took bites of your apple before throwing the pit into the grass. you brought your leg up to inspect your ankle. it was swollen, the bandage doing nothing to help. you thought about going to the nurse but decided against it, not wanting to lie about how you got it.
you looked up and let out a sigh. why did you have to go through this? did you do something evil in your past life? were you the one who abused someone and now fate made you become the abused?
you walked through the courtyard, passed some of your classmates. they gave a snicker at your appearance, but you ignored them, walking along the gates that guarded the school grounds.
you looked around the surroundings, feeling like you were in prison behind bars. you chuckled to yourself. you were in prison here and at home.
you just wanted freedom, but it felt way too far out of your grasp. you rested your forehead against the cold metal of the fence, sighing at the coolness. you gripped the metal, promising yourself you'd escape this place of prison. you would find freedom somewhere.
the day ended, and you headed towards your locker. you opened it and stuffed tons of papers into your bag before zipping it up. you threw the bag over your shoulder, losing your balance for a second before catching it again. you began limping to the doors of the building. your ankle felt more tender now, but you just pushed through it.
you walked past the gates and onto the sidewalk. birds flew above your head, chirping to each other in a song. if only you had someone to sing to, they'd see how miserable you were and probably leave. yeah, you were better on your own.
you kicked a rock that was in front of your foot. it landed on the road, waiting to get run over. you stare at it for a few seconds, likening yourself to it. you got run over by your teacher, by your parents, and your sister. no one cared to pick you back up and dust the dirt off your shoulders.
you continued to walk, leaving the rock in the road. you took a step on your injured ankle and lost your balance. you were ready to hit your head on the pavement. maybe it would help you escape from the real world. you'd go crazy and maybe someone would actually care for once. that's what you wanted, but instead, an arm slung around your waist.
"woah, you okay?"
a familiar voice.
yamaguchi tadashi. he wasn't popular by any means. he was a quiet boy who stayed in the corner of the classroom. he only ever spoke when the teacher asked him to answer, and even then, he'd barely mutter a whisper.
you had watched him before, many times. the way he'd chew on his lip while finishing homework or twirl his unruly hair around his finger when he was stressed.
you knew him. you just didn't know him.
"im okay." you pulled away from him, fixing your wrinkled uniform.
"sure?" he asked, letting his arm fall to the side. his lip jolted up a bit, not enough to notice, but you sure did. you noticed everything.
guess that was something that came with the life you were currently trapped in.
"yes, im sure. i wouldn't say so if i wasn't."
you didn't wanna be mean to him. he was a nice boy, really. but with your luck, he'd end up learning about your messed up life and treat you how everyone else ever did.
you glanced at him once more before carrying on with your walk home. you dragged your ankle, wearing out the sole on your shoe. you dragged it all the way home, falling onto your bed once you made it in.
your parents were still at work and your sister was most likely with her friends. you had the house all to yourself.
you picked your foot up and placed it on the bed. you took the bandage off and looked at the damage. your ankle was swollen. more swollen than it should be. you sighed, getting off your bed and hopping to the kitchen to retrieve a frozen bag of vegetables.
the cooling sensation soothed your ankle instantly. you sighed, sitting back against the chair and letting yourself relax.
the quietness of the house felt like heaven. you could close your eyes and let your muscles finally loosen up. the weight of the day fell from your shoulders, and for once, you finally let yourself go.
you stayed there for a while, almost falling asleep.
you only came to be when you heard the front door slam shut. your mother walked into the kitchen and saw the bag of vegetables on your ankle.
"get that off your foot!" she yelled at you, snatching the frozen pack of vegetables from your ankle. the relief vanished instantly and you nearly whimpered. she glanced at the over swollen ankle of yours and scoffed.
"if you would've been more responsible and didnt burn the food, you wouldn't have gotten this. now, start dinner, your sister wants steak tonight."
she put the pack of vegetables back into the freezer, shooting you a dirty look.
"but we don't have steak." you answered back softly. you weren't scared of her, but you didn't want to get another beating.
"then go buy some! i know you aren't the stupid." she scoffed, walking out of the kitchen.
you sighed, running a hand over your face.
you limped all the way to the grocery store. your ankle felt a tiny bit better, but it was still super tender. you received looks from people in the store, but you paid them no mind. you looked through the meat aisle before finding the steaks. you grabbed three, placing them into the cart and walking to the vegetables. you picked up some broccoli and asparagus, putting them into the cart as well.
you limped some more to the candy aisle, wanting to buy yourself a sweet treat. they never allowed you to indulge in anything, so you were gonna take up on it while you could.
just as you were gonna reach for the bag of candies, a hand reached up and grabbed it. they held the bag in front of you like an offer.
you looked up and met his eyes. yamaguchi's eyes.
"oh, hey." he smiled. "i wasn't expecting to see you here."
you hummed, taking the bag of candy from him. you gave him a curt nod before you started to walk away.
your foot dragged on the tiled floor and you heard footsteps behind you. yamaguchi stopped in front of your cart with a concerned look in his eyes.
"are you limping?" he asked, not moving out of your way.
"no, my foot's just asleep." you lied, keeping a blank face. yamaguchi squinted his eyes at you but ultimately got out of your way. you pushed the cart away from him and headed towards the check out.
you slipped the receipt into the grocery bag, stepping out of the store. the humidity of the air clung to your skin, causing a thin sheen of sweat to stick to your skin. you hated the feeling.
you let out a shiver before making your way down to the sidewalk.
you didn't get too far before hearing a voice call out. you stopped, already knowing who it was.
"hey wait!" he shouted again. you turned around, giving him an annoyed look. "i've already stopped."
yamaguchi's cheeks flushed. he gulped down a bit as he scratched his head. "right, sorry. i um...got you something."
he held a small box out. you looked at him for a second before looking down. it was an ankle brace.
you stared at it for a second, secretly grateful for the thought of it. you looked back up at him. "i dont need it."
yamaguchi tilted his head with a frown. "you do, i can see how swollen your ankle is. don't fight me."
he grabbed your wrist, putting the box in your hand.
"i dont need a thank you, just promise you'll wear it." he looked at you with a pleading look in his eyes. you rolled your eyes and nodded.
"whatever."
he smiled, ruffling your hair before stepping back. "great, i'll see you tomorrow."
and with that, he walked off, leaving you by yourself.
you walked to the bus stop, sitting on the bench and opened the box. you took your shoe off and put the ankle brace on your ankle. the relief was instant and you slumped on the bench.
you could still see yamaguchi's smile as he ruffled your hair. he was nothing but nice to you and yet you still treated him wrong.
you didn't mean to. you just weren't used to receiving kindness, let alone giving it out. most people who were nice either made fun of you or used you in the long run.
you had to learn how to protect yourself and keep yourself safe from everyone, including people like yamaguchi.
as much as it killed you to brush him off, it was the only way you knew.
you hated yourself for that fact. he was only trying to help and you just brushed him off as if he was a burden. and even still, he put on a smile and mentioned seeing you tomorrow.
you didn't even know what you were feeling, all of this was too weird. no one had ever really noticed you. and if they did, it was because of pity. somehow you could tell he wasn't pitying you, he genuinely looked like he wanted to help.
the next day you walked to school, still with a limp, but a less evident one. you headed straight to your locker, opening it up and stuffing your bag in.
you suddenly felt a presence behind you, already knowing who it was. you took a breath before turning around.
yamaguchi was standing with a smile. "i see you're wearing the brace."
you gave him a blank stare, before nodding. "yeah, it helped. thanks."
yamaguchi's smile grew wider. you still didn't let any emotion show on your face though.
"i was thinking, maybe we could catch a movie after school." his cheeks flushed. you couldn't help but wince a bit. it was too soon. plus, you didn't even know him like that and by all means, he could be playing you.
who wouldn't try to play you? you were broken and to some, you seemed like you were willing to give yourself just so you could feel like you meant something.
"look, i don't know what your motive is, but just leave me alone."
yamaguchi's smile fell immediately. his cheeks turned an even darker shade of red, but this time not from butterflies, but instead, embarrassment.
"no, i just wanted to be your friend." he responded quietly, fidgeting with his shirt. his eyes fell onto the floor and his shoulders slumped.
"no one wants to just be my friend, just stop. im not gonna fall for any of these tricks."
you turned away from him and walked to your class.
what you didn't expect was for your heart to ache. the sad look on his face pierced your heart in a confusing way. there was no way you were interested in this guy, nuh uh, no way.
you decided it was just because he was pretending to be nice and you were falling for it.
a few days passed since the encounter with yamaguchi. he stopped coming up to you but never stopped glancing at you.
you could feel his eyes following you everywhere you went. it wasn't in some weird creepy way, but more of a concerned way.
yamaguchi had seen the way your sister treated you. he didn't assume any less when he found out your parents abused you too. he understood the need for you to put walls up and never let them fall.
he hated that you lived like that. you deserved to be appreciated. you were human and you needed that reassurance. its why he bought you that ankle brace. he wanted to show you that he saw you and was willing to take care of you.
unfortunately, he didn't get too far.
he wished you would just let him in. he knew it wasn't easy, but god did he want to be someone you leaned on. it was hard seeing you struggle each day because of your walls.
you were stuck believing you couldn't trust anyone. even if they were the only escape you would ever get.
he just wished you could see that.
rain was pouring. you could hear it from your window. the patter on your window was harsh, almost as if the earth was having a breakdown. it reflected how your heart felt.
you were reading a book you checked out from the library when your sister bursted into your room.
"i know you stole my necklace! i cant find it anywhere."
she accused you just like always and you knew where this would go.
soon enough, you were being pushed out into the cold heavy rain. the door locked as you pounded on it. your tears matched the rain as you pleaded with them to let you in. you pounded on the front door till you couldn't possibly muster up any more strength.
you didn't even know where to go. you had nowhere or no one.
you curled into a ball on the porch, hoping for someone to come by and save you.
you shivered, soaked in the heavy rain. you couldn't even feel your fingers. you sniffled softly, hoping, praying, that someone would just come and rescue you.
nobody came.
nobody knew you were out here all alone. nobody knew how much your family resented you. nobody knew the lies that dug themselves into your brain till you started to believe them.
you stood up and made your way to the park. it was still a tiny bit light outside. the sun was gonna go down, but you didn't care. you just wanted to get away.
you waddled to the park, still shivering. your hair stuck to your face, but you didn't care, you just needed to get away from that house. you needed to get away from this life. you wanted nothing more than to start over, start fresh, and maybe find your worth.
you found a bench and quickly sat on it. your arms were wrapped around your body as your shoulders shook with each shiver. you were most likely gonna get sick. there was no way you weren't.
you didn't even wanna think about it. instead, you tried thinking of other things. you tried thinking of school, homework, and projects.
of yamaguchi.
you stopped. your brain stopped. everything stopped.
you blinked away a raindrop that landed on your eye. as your eyes reopened, yamaguchi was already pulling you in his arms. he held his umbrella over you both, pulling you into his warm chest.
you were too vulnerable, too gone to even snap at him. instead, you melted into his touch. he made you hold the umbrella while he took his jacket off. he helped you put it on before pulling you back into his arms.
"are you crazy?" he asked softly. you just nodded, basking in the warmth of his jacket.
"what are you doing out here?" he asked, this time with a little hint of anger.
you shrugged. you couldn't even think straight. all you wanted was to feel his warmth.
yamaguchi helped you to his house. he showed you how to turn the shower on and let you borrow some of his clothes. he waited, no, he paced around his room while you took a warm shower.
when you stepped out you were dressed in his clothes. they felt comfortable and warm around you.
his eyes softened. he didn't ask questions, he just pulled you into his arms and held you. helping you to lay on the bed. he rubbed your back softly, whispering reassurance into your shoulder. you fell asleep in his arms, feeling safe for the first time in forever.
yamaguchi watched you sleep. he watched the harsh lines of your face soften. he watched as your lashes kissed your cheek. he watched you breathe. he felt your body release its tension and mold against his. he was thankful that he found you. he couldn't imagine if he didn't.
he rested his forehead on yours, closing his eyes and letting himself drift off to sleep.
the next morning, you woke up with a cough, and immediately yamaguchi was by your side. he helped you take sips of tea, and soothed your back gently. he stayed home from school to take care of you and made sure you were comfortable.
he didn't have to say anything for you to know he truly cared. the boy who you were scared of trusting ended up helping you more than you thought you needed.
you let him take care of you. the feeling of being taken care of was something you could only dream about, but now it was reality. it was in the form of yamaguchi tadashi, wiping your mouth after you sipped on some tea. it was in the form of him helping you blow your nose or him telling a joke to lighten you up.
you found yourself smiling at him. a real smile. one you hadn't used in a very long time. he made you chuckle as he threw your tissue away. he complained about the boogers, but you knew he was just teasing.
at one point time seemed to still. his eyes were on yours and his thumb was caressing your cheek. you smiled softly, leaning into his palm. you couldn't help but tease him.
"are you blushing?" you giggled, causing a small coughing fit. yamaguchi immediately held a cup of water in front of you to sip on. his thumb caressed your waist softly and with nothing but tenderness as he watched you for a moment before setting the cup back down.
"you okay?" he asked softly. he rested his head on your knee as he sat beside the bed. you hummed, finally learning what it felt like to be cared for.
you stared at him as he closed his eyes. you reached over and ran your fingers through his hair. his eyes stayed closed but you felt him melt against you.
you often wondered what being the center of someone's life felt like, but now you know.
you were the center of yamaguchi's thoughts, the center of his care, and most of all, the center of his heart. he would tell you one day, but he was pretty sure you had already figured it out.
All of your attention was set on him and his perfect face. The freckles littering his skin, god it made him so beautiful. You never understood how he could hate them.
“Never. You’re so handsome ‘dashi.”
His hands fly to cover his face, an attempt to cover his blushing cheeks.
“No let me look at you.” You peel his hands away and he feels so vulnerable with your doe eyes staring down at him like he’s hung up the stars in the night sky.
“Why do you like them so much.” He grumbles.
“Because it’s apart of you. And I love everything about you.”
His eyes soften at your words.
He truly thinks he doesn’t deserve you, that you’re way out of his league. However all of his thoughts melt away when you lean down and kiss him.
Tadashi thinks that when your lips meet his it’s perfection. That the both of you were molded for eachother. And when you kiss him with such tenderness and love.
He thinks there’s no one else better for you than him.
