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SHE'S BRIGHT ๋࣭ ⭑k. bokuto
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Chapter One: over the pacific
The plane hummed softly around me as it descended, a low, constant vibration that I’d grown numb to somewhere over the Pacific. I leaned my elbow against the window, the cool glass pressing into my overheated skin, and I let my head fall comfortably into my left palm.
The city came into view slowly beneath the clouds. Buildings stacked neatly, busy roads winding through them. From up here, everything looked smaller.
Fourteen hours ago, I’d been somewhere else entirely. Still a city, just on the opposite side of the world.
When the wheels finally hit the runway, the impact jolted through the cabin, followed by a collective shift as people began to stir, seatbelts clicking open before the sign even turned off.
Thank god, I thought, closing my eyes for just a second.
Relief settled heavy in my chest as the plane slowed, exhaustion creeping back in the moment everything finally faded. My body felt stiff, cramped in that dull way that made it hard to tell where the plane ended and where I began.
Once we were allowed to stand, I pushed myself up slowly, stretching my arms overhead until my shoulders pulled tight and something in my back popped just right. A small yawn escaped me before I could stop it.
I sluggishly grabbed my bags and stepped into the aisle, shuffling forward with the rest of the weary passengers. Everyone looked the same—tired, quiet, slightly disoriented, like we’d all been pulled out of the same strange, never-ending dream.
The air changed the moment I stepped off the plane.
Warm and heavy, but familiar too.
It clung to my skin as I walked through the terminal, bright fluorescent lights buzzing annoyingly overhead, the sound of rolling luggage and distant announcements blending until it all became background fuzz in my head.
Japan. I’d missed you.
The walk through the parking garage was surprisingly quiet as I made my way to the third floor.
I saw it right away, all sleek, black, and foreign.
My car was waiting, left behind for three months. Light dust had begun to gather on the hood. All I wanted was to get in, sit down, and not move for a while.
As I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder, I found myself reaching for my phone.
I decided I’d text those idiots and let them know I was back—once I was sitting in my car, of course.
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notes:
- Honestly, I feel like the way I write is just not like happy romance fanfic friendly lol I really feel like my writing style is like, suspenseful n shit(?), but I don't care to read stuff like that, like make it make sense???
- yn really is tired, but the thought of barbecue is wayyy too enticing for her to pass up (and she missed her friends, not that she'd admit it to their dumb faces), not to mention the drive to the camp from the airport is way shorter than back to her house in Miyagi.
- Noya and Tanaka started screaming like giddy fools when they got that text from Yn, and Daichi started yelling at them to shut up.
- Yns has actually never been in a relationship before and gets really nervous when guys try flirting with her.
- Nobody knows that except for Kiyoko because yn normally acts so calm!
- Tanaka and Noya attempt to do their weird guardian thing to yn like they do to Kiyoki, but she typically beats the cramp out of them when they try.
- She thinks that shit is embarrassing asf.
- When yn had first joined the volleyball team, they treated her just like kiyoko but over the course of a few weeks, that faded (mostly), and they became good friends.
- They were actually the first friends she made when she moved to Japan, as she was very quiet in the beginning, thinking people would treat her differently for being a foreigner and for her being 6ft.
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SHE'S BRIGHT ๋࣭ ⭑k. bokuto
introduction: Idiots + yn
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notes:
- basically this fic is just like haikyuu + yn + if it was set in collage instead of high school
- also in my world women can join the male volleyball teams as long as they meet certain requirements so ya :p
- yns American in this fic, so sorry to any non-Americans out there reading this lol
- probably won't bother giving anyone majors and stuff cuz like it doesn't matter for the plot unless someone wants to see that?
- also please ignore any errors cuz making these takes forever fr
- if your not really into yn being like a Mary Sue, I fear this fic is likely not gonna be for you
- I'll still try to make it plausible though yk
- and we are not gonna mention how i havent posted Jack in months
- anyways, that's all I can think of atm so yeah enjoy!
SHE'S BRIGHT ๋࣭ ⭑k. bokuto
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Chaos & lingering feelings
Bokuto x f!reader
Status: Ongoing
Warnings: suggestive content, angst, ooc maybe?, female reader, time-skip, haikyuu but collage AU, slow burn, likely slow updates, angst, yns lowkey a mary sue but its my story so idgaf, in my world women can join male volleyball teams as long as they meet certain requirements so ya, sorry for all the shorties out there but in this yns gonna be about 6ft, this will follow the plot kinda but also include my own story arcs and what not
Tag List: n/a
INTRODUCTIONS: Idiots + yn
CHAPTER 1: over the pacific
CHAPTER 2: coming soon...
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𝒞𝒽. 𝟧 𓂃
⋆˚₊ 𖤓☽˚.⋆
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, filling the corridor with their familiar hum. HQ always felt quieter at night, less crowded, less alive—exactly why I preferred coming back when I did.
The lights flickered as I rounded the corner, and that’s when I saw him.
Leaning against the wall with a half-empty can in hand and exhaustion written all over his face—Enjin.
He looked up at the sound of my steps. The tired, half-asleep expression shifted into a grin.
“Well, if it isn’t our resident ghost.”
I stopped a few feet away, tilting my head. “If it isn’t the guy who slacks all the time.”
He pressed a hand to his chest in mock offense. “That’s harsh.”
The grin never left his face.
He pushed off the wall and came toward me, that usual lazy confidence in every step. Before I could say anything, his arm draped loosely over my shoulders in a half-hug.
“You’ve been gone a while. Mission go alright?”
“Nothing special. It was fine. Still not a fan of the hugging,” I muttered.
“You say that every time,” he said, amusement soft in his tone, “and you still let me do it every time.”
He stepped back, grin lingering. “See? I’m growing on you.”
I brushed imaginary dust from my sleeve. “Or maybe I’m just too tired to shove you off.”
“I’ll take what I can get.”
He leaned beside me, shoulder against the wall, studying me—though with the coat and mask, there wasn’t much to see.
“You ever gonna show your face to the rest of us? The new recruits think you’re some kind of myth.”
I turned my head slightly. “Myth?”
“Yeah. ‘The masked cleaner who never eats, never sleeps.’ Half of them think you don’t even breathe.”
A quiet chuckle slipped out. “Maybe I don’t.”
“Wouldn’t shock me,” he said, smirking. “Still—rumors or not—they don’t know you’re actually not that scary.”
“I’ll try to hide my disappointment.”
He bumped my shoulder lightly with his elbow. “For what it’s worth, the rest of us like having you around.”
I hummed in response, turning toward the dorms. “Good to know.”
“Hey—”
I stopped and glanced back.
“You gonna be around in the morning?”
I nodded once.
“Good. Join us for breakfast?”
“I’ll consider it.”
“Progress.”
His grin widened as I walked away, his voice echoing down the corridor.
“Welcome back, Y/N.”
I didn’t turn around, but I smiled beneath the mask.
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AN: Honestly not the biggest fan of this chapter but its just been so busy this week and I wanted to at least push something out for you guys!
Im really hoping I can get some writing done tonight, and over the rest of the weekend so stay tuned! <3
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“Here should be good,” I said softly, patting Ferrus’s neck — signaling him to stop.
He slowed at once. When I slid down from his back, the air felt strangely still — like the calm before the storm.
“Thanks for bringing me home, Ferrus.” My hand lingered against his snout. “You can rest now. I’ll put you with the others.”
He let out a low hum, deep and resonant, before his body began to dissolve — black to gray to drifting ash. Watching it never got any easier.
Soon, all that was left was the thumbtack, glinting faintly in the dust.
I crouched, picking it up gingerly between my fingers. The metal was still warm from his borrowed life. I slipped it into the pouch beneath my coat, alongside the rest — a little collection of lives I’d created.
I didn’t have many; I never let myself. One for fighting, one for defense, one for escape, and so on. I told myself it was enough, that more would only make it harder to remember all their names.
Straightening, I turned toward HQ in the distance. The wind carried faint warmth even from this far out — calm and familiar, brushing against my coat and stirring the feathers of my hood.
“Won’t be long now,” I murmured, though it sounded less like a statement and more like a wish.
Even though there was what felt like an invisible wall between me and the others, it was still my home. And even if they didn’t think of me fondly, it didn’t mean I didn’t think of them that way.
I smiled to myself as I began to walk, the earth cool and uneven beneath my feet, the dim lights of my home ahead.
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I stood just outside the door. As much as I’d missed the place, the familiar weight of anxiety still settled in my chest — like one day I’d walk in and find I wasn’t wanted anymore. Like I was useless again.
“Stop,” I whispered to myself. “They’d never do that.” Even to my own ears, I sounded uncertain.
I took a slow breath and finally pushed the door open.
“Hey, look who’s back. Still as spick and span as ever, huh?”
Semiu’s voice carried from behind her desk, lazy and light. One hand waved, the other still turning a pen between her fingers.
I nodded. “I try.”
My eyes flicked over the entrance hall — same walls, same clutter, same faint smell of rust. It felt good. It felt… safe.
“Don’t worry,” she said, leaning back in her chair. “It’s just the two of us here. Everyone else is either out or passed out.”
Something eased in my chest at that.
In one motion, I unclasped my coat and pulled my mask away, setting both on her desk. The air felt cool against my skin.
“You know, I still don’t get why you hide yourself like that,” Semiu said, tilting her head. “You act like you’re some kind of monster or something.”
She waved a hand dramatically, trying — and failing — to look serious.
I shook my head, smiling faintly. “I just feel more comfortable that way, I guess.”
“Don’t see why. I definitely prefer when you don’t.”
I shot her a look.
“Only kidding,” she said quickly, hands raised — though her grin didn’t budge.
“But seriously,” she added after a beat, voice softening, “with a face like yours, covering it up just seems like a waste.”
I hummed in response, reaching for my things. “I should head to my room. I haven’t slept properly in a while.”
She nodded, watched silently as I put up my wall again.
“Sleep well,” she said as I started toward the hall.
“Thanks. Oh—tell the boss I’d like to speak with him tomorrow, yeah?”
“Sure.”
Her voice followed me down the corridor, light and airy. It echoed against the metal walls, soft but steady — enough to drown out that small, stubborn fear that maybe no one cared.
For now, that was enough.
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AN:
I love semi guys, hopefully she doesn't seem too ooc here lol.
I was gonna continue but its lowkey 2am and I, unfortunately, have school in the morning so ya, no tamsy this time sorry chat :(
Also just wanna mention the little bits of self doubt will be real important later on, dear readers backstory is just straight tragic.
Sometimes I feel like I'm too evil when making backstories but the more trauma the better I say :p
anyways gn guys hope y'all like it all the same, and thanks for the answers on the poll too!!
Poll!!
So for Ch.4 I figured I'd ask you guys how you'd like it to play out so I'm making a poll!!
Once our dear reader gets back to base should it be; before, during, or after Rudo's arrival?
Heavenly Timeline!!
Before Rudo's arrival
During Rudos arrival
After Rudos arrival
please let me know what you guys would prefer :)
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The ride home was going to be a quick one; Ferrus was doing his job well. He’d definitely be added to my collection.
“Base should be coming into view soon,” I said, giving the beast a gentle pat on the nape. He hummed softly, glancing back at me before turning his gaze forward again.
I’ll have to put him away before we get too close — wouldn’t want anyone catching a glimpse of him, unfortunately.
“You know,” I started, voice quiet over the wind, “when I first joined the Cleaners six months ago, I was really worried. I didn’t know much about vital instruments then, but I did know that having more than one was especially rare.”
Ferrus slowed to a walk as I spoke. He didn’t turn, but his ears flicked back toward me — listening intently.
“After what happened… after what caused my instruments to appear—” I hesitated. “I was scared.”
I clenched my fist, nails biting crescents into my palm, trying to steady my breath. My heart thudded, heavy and erratic.
Ferrus let out a low whine and stopped, turning to look at me with those dark, glassy eyes.
I lifted my mask, smiling softly as I reached up to pat his head. “Don’t worry, I’m alright. It’s just… hard to talk about sometimes.”
I pulled the mask back down as he turned and started forward again.
“Anyway,” I said after a pause, “after that, I wandered around for a while — city to city, taking on odd jobs for cash. Until six months ago, when I ran into Enjin.”
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It had been pouring that day — cold, metallic rain that turned every puddle the color of rust.
I hadn’t gone looking for a fight. The beast had found me first, all gnashing metal and malformed limbs. When it finally stilled, it was quiet again except for the hiss of steam rising from its body.
That’s when I heard him.
“Well, damn. Looks like someone beat me to it.”
I turned.
A man stood a few yards away, hands in his pockets, blonde hair slick from the rain, sharp yellow eyes staring my way, and an umbrella tucked beneath his arm.
He glanced at what used to be a trash beast, then at me — though there wasn’t much to see. My hood was up, the long white feathered coat hiding everything else, and the black mask covered my face completely.
“Didn’t realize anyone else was sent out.”
“I wasn’t,” I said. My voice came out even, muffled through the mask. “It attacked me.”
He raised a brow, amused.
“And you killed it, alone?”
Silence.
He walked closer, boots squelching in the wet scrap, curiosity written all over his face.
“You always clean up strays like this, or was today special?”
“I don’t make a habit of it.”
He crouched beside the fallen beast, prodding at its half-molten frame with the umbrella.
“Not bad work. You’re not with the Cleaners, are you?”
“I’ve heard of them,” I said. “Givers who kill trash beasts. That’s all.”
He hummed, studying me through the curtain of rain.
“So you’re telling me some masked giver just strolls in, kills one of our targets, and isn’t even on payroll.”
His grin widened — sharp, wolfish.
“We could use someone like you.”
I blinked, unsure if he was serious. “Use me?”
“You’re already doing the job,” he said, standing. “Might as well get paid for it, right?”
The rain softened, turning to mist between us. I didn’t answer — just watched him as he started to walk away, hands back in his pockets.
“If you’re interested,” he called over his shoulder, “follow me. The base isn't too far from here.”
As the rain finally began to dissipate fully, the sun peering through the clouds, he looked back, grinning.
”So, you coming or what?”
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Ferrus rumbled beneath me, snapping me back to the present. The rain was gone now; the wasteland stretched out ahead.
“Right,” I murmured, patting his neck with a smile. “And I followed him anyway.”
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AN: Yayyy chapter 3 is here!! I wanted to make it longer so we could actually make it back to the base lol but I felt that this was a good ending for this one, but don't worry i've already began on the 4th one so hopefully I'll have that out later today or early tomorrow! alsooo a certain someone should hopefully be making an appearance next chapterrrrr :)
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ᯓ➤ 𝒢𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒶𝓀𝓊𝓉𝒶
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𝒞𝒽. 𝟤 𓂃
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I wasn't a fan of sifting through trash, to be honest. Yet here I was, elbow deep in some pile of scrap, trying to find something that wasn't totally useless.
Id received a call on my choker only moments ago — Semiu. She’d called to see how my mission had gone, asked whether I was coming back just yet — the usual inquiries.
I'd given her a short “ya, it was fine. easy. I'll be returning soon.”
I wasn't close with many at the Cleaners' HQ, but I'd consider us to be fairly friendly, not quite friends, but something akin to it.
Most of the cleaners avoid me, the supporters too, the few times I find myself back at base. I've heard them talk; they think I'm cold, distant, dangerous. They aren't completely wrong, of course, but I wouldn't go so far as to say all that.
Sure, I always keep my coat up and my mask on, but it feels better that way. Maybe it's my own fault for separating myself from everyone, but it makes me feel secure, safe.
Even if it was lonely.
“Ah, finally,”
From the pile of trash I'd been sifting through, I'd found something of worth. It was small, dingy-looking, and the color was faded — but it wasn't totally useless. I'd make use of it, and maybe if it behaved well, I'd add it to my collection.
A thumbtack. Nice.
A dull, faded red at the base with a nice, sharp point at the tip. Thankfully, no rust.
I stood, tossing the tack into my left hand and taking one final look before pulling my right arm from beneath my coat.
I rolled my wrist, loosening the joints, eyes falling to my second vital instrument — a small gold ring, snug around my middle finger: Eucharion.
As I activated it, the metal shimmered, unfolding into a simple wrap that fit snugly around my hand. It looked almost like silk — thin, faintly transparent, still gold, gleaming in the sun.
Carefully, I pricked my right palm with the tack’s sharp point. A bead of crimson welled up, sliding down my skin. I brought the tack close to my mouth and whispered,
“Carry me home, Ferrus.”
In a single motion, I tossed it skyward. It spun once, twice — then changed.
A metallic crack split the air as it grew and shifted, and the scent of hot iron swayed in the breeze. When it landed with a heavy thud, the ground trembled beneath my feet.
It was large, four-legged, snarling, almost like some kind of distorted wolf — dark reds and blacks marred its smooth hide. Spikes jutted along its ankles and the crown of its head, two tall ears flicking sharply at every sound. It was an amalgamation of flesh and anger, humming now, thanks to me, with life.
Eh, not my prettiest beast, but it'll do.
“Ferrus.”
At the call of its name, the creature whipped its head down toward me, black, beady eyes locking with mine.
“Let's go home, yeah?”
It lowered itself, muscles creaking, and I stepped onto its back. As it rose, the wind lifted the feathers of my coat, carrying the smell of rust and rain through the empty wasteland.
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AN:
Guys, I have severe Tamsy brain-rot rn and I feared if I didn't start writing this, I was deadass gonna explode. Anyways, this cookie pizza I'm eating is fire ;p
I'll probably either make an intro page/master list tmr or smth and also prob post the next chapter but I have work so we will see ·.༄࿔
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𝒞𝒽. 𝟣 𓂃
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It was a mess, smelling of rust and iron.
The sound of clinking metal rang out around me as the trash beast — a hulking mass of rust and refuse that had been previously terrorizing the area — fell to pieces, dead.
It wasn't strong, just big. All thrashing teeth and directionless violence. Like every other malformed beast born from the ground.
Compared to my Credence, it was nothing — barely even alive.
To any who saw it, it was nothing more than a gold chain — a small cross dangling at its end, a ruby gem gleaming faintly at the center, but to me it was more than that — it was my sword as well as my shield, a precious gift from the one that I’d loved.
I turned it once, twice, the golden hilt weighing heavy in my hand, the blade's edge catching the sunlight. The tiny chains at the base of the hilt clinked — soft and rhythmic as they hit one another.
I sighed, the sword shrinking down back to its true shape — a simple cross once more — and I fastened it around my neck with practiced ease, the clasp heavy at the base of my nape.
One last look around. The area was quiet now; nothing but the wind blowing faintly.
Then the hood of my white feather coat came up, feathers brushing my cheeks as shadows swallowed my face — then the black mask slid back into its place, covering everything again.
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Little introduction for what's to come ·.༄࿔