Haikyuu has been my comfort series for a long time, and I love being a part of the fandom. It's what I always come back to when I'm not feeling great, and I hope my writing can make you smile a little, too.
I occasionally write for My Hero Academia as well. I've also got a lot of other anime loves that might show up here from time to time.
I'm an x reader fic writer - I love writing soft, fluffy pieces.
kita shinsuke x reader – “you can always come home to me.”
you don’t mean to stay out late. really, you don’t.
the plan was to stop by your friends' birthday party, maybe say hi to the girls, laugh a little, leave before the drinking started. but somewhere between being handed a paper cup and someone shouting “just one shot,” your phone ends up buzzing against your thigh and you’re tipsy and warm and all your friends are smiling and—
you text him.
you: hey love i might come back a bit late they’re drinking now
you: i didn’t wanna be a killjoy hehe i’ll be okay tho, i promise
you: i’ll come home to you after <3
he replies fast.
kita: alright. be safe.
kita: text me when you’re on the way back.
kita: your blanket’s waiting.
(you smile at that. maybe giggle into your sleeve. you love him. a lot.)
the next thing you know, someone’s guiding you out of a car, and the porch light at kita’s house is glowing warm, and he’s already outside waiting.
“there she is,” he says softly.
you stumble into his chest, arms wrapping around his middle, and he holds you steady like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“you smell like rum,” he murmurs.
“i smell like fun,” you mumble, giggling against his hoodie.
he lets out the softest laugh. not quite amused, not quite exasperated — something warm in between. “let’s get you inside.”
—
he’s so gentle with you.
helps you out of your jacket, brushes your hair back, makes you drink water while you pout up at him like he’s torturing you. he puts on one of his oversized t-shirts for you, helps you slip it over your head when you get stuck halfway through, even ties your hair up for you while you sit on his bed and sway like seaweed.
you watch him with your chin on your knees. “you’re so… husband.”
“hm?”
“you’re so husband-coded, shinsuke,” you say, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “taking care of your drunk girlfriend? letting her crawl into your bed after she partied without you? god. you love me.”
he pauses. smiles. shakes his head like he’s trying not to melt.
“of course i do,” he says simply. “always will.”
—
later, when you’re curled up under his blankets, arm around his waist, head tucked under his chin, you mumble something into his chest.
“‘m sorry if i worried you.”
he runs his hand along your spine, thumb brushing gently against your back.
“you told me where you were. you came back safe. that’s all i ask.”
you hum. “you’re too good to me.”
he kisses your forehead.
“nah,” he whispers. “i just love you.”
you fall asleep like that. safe, warm, loved.
and in the morning, you’ll wake up to breakfast, your hangover meds already on the nightstand, and kita pressing a soft kiss to your cheek like you never even gave him a reason to worry.
Special treatment – Iida Tenya x reader
anime: my hero academia
wc 1294 – f!reader
As usual, class A paid Tenya little to no mind when he encouraged them to have another focused and disciplined day of classes before the teacher arrived in the morning. You nodded along to whatever he said, mostly wondering what you were going to wear to the cinema with the girls on Friday, when-
Tenya quickly walked over to your desk instead of his own, putting down a water bottle and bowing. “Drinking water is essential to help the brain retain information in class.” And then he finally moved to sit in his seat before you even got to answer.
“Uh,” you stuttered, cheeks flushing lightly under everyone’s attention. They were all shocked at the unusual behaviour from their class president. “Thank you.”
You spotted Momo and Ochako immediately whispering to each other, giggling to themselves as they looked between you and Tenya.
What the hell was that?
At lunch, the girls wouldn’t shut up about it. In an attempt to stop them, you insisted that it was probably because he thought you were stupid or something.
“I would never think that about you.” The urgency in his voice startled you, and you turned quickly to find Tenya standing right beside your table with his lunch tray. “No one is stupid; there is only potential for growth.”
Your eyes were somewhat stuck on him, but you knew the girls could see your ears burning at the unexpected encounter. “Th-that’s great. I think.”
“Even me? Do I have great potential?” Denki queried as he was just passing by with Kirishima.
Tenya didn’t turn to him, but took a second too long to answer. “Some less than others.”
“Did you want to sit with us, Ten?” Mina queried, leaning her forearms on the table as if she didn’t already have front row seats. You chuckled a little to yourself, still amused by Tenya’s lack of belief in Denki’s potential, but you quickly shut up when a bowl of salad was placed if front of you.
“I have been invited to sit elsewhere with Midoriya, but I wanted you to have this, y/n.”
Looking back and forth between him and the side dish, you weren’t sure what to say, especially when the girls were staring like this was their new favourite movie. “Thank you. Is there a reason?”
Tenya nodded, and you suddenly noticed his ring finger tapping rhythmically on the side of his tray like a nervous habit. “It’s important to eat enough that you don’t get hungry until your next meal, whichwouldn’t be until after school. Please enjoy your lunch.” With another formal bow, he quickly left.
What the hell is going on?
After finishing most of your food, you packed the rest up to munch on later and asked the girls to watch your stuff. They all cooed teasingly as you said you wanted to talk to Tenya, and you tried to angrily shush them before just straight up running away.
Because of all the noise in the cafeteria, Tenya and Midoriya didn’t notice you walking up behind them. Leaning over their shoulders, you got a glance at the single sheet of paper between them. It contained a mix of a neat list with equally spaced numbers and messy scribbles on top where ideas had been scratched out and notes were added.
Just as Midoriya sensed you, you managed to catch the page title.
Plan for courting y/n, it said. Then the word ‘courting’ had been crossed out and replaced with ‘charming’, and then that was replaced with ‘wooing’ in a red pen, as if another party had interrupted their process.
Midoriya scrambled to place both his hands on top of the paper to hide it, smudging some yoghurt on it in the process, and Tenya looked confused at first before also noticing you. He lifted his arms as if to explain, but it looked more like a poor attempt at imitating a robot.
“I did not expect to see you here!” he said, loudly.
“I’m sorry for disturbing your creative process, but maybe you’d like some tips?” you said, but the teasing in your voice was toned down by the way you fiddled with your hands.
Tenya clutched onto the paper, probably crinkling it and smudging the newest writing. “You were not supposed to see this.”
For the first time, Tenya sounded a little shy.
You hummed and shrugged, scratching the back of your head in thought. “I don’t know who it’s for,” you lied, pretending not to have seen your name. “But it’s always better to just ask them out. If they don’t give you a chance, they’re not worth it anyway.”
When he didn’t seem to find an answer right away, you nodded politely before turning away, ears burning with hope that he would get the hint.
The girls questioned you when you returned, and you tried to explain what had happened without showing how giddy it made you, but it wasn’t easy. The sheepish smile crept past your lips when they squealed, all making bets on when he would finally ask you out.
Tenya definitely liked you, and your friends knew you’d liked him for a while.
Your last lesson of the day was with Aizawa, and most of you were just trying to stay awake for the remaining five minutes. “Now, your class president asked me for a minute of your time. Please-“ He was walking around the classroom and smacked Sero with a rolled-up document, waking him up. “Give him your attention.”
As Aizawa settled in the back of the room to watch, Tenya cleared his throat and moved up to the board.
“It has come to my attention that a lot of you understand I’m in the process of wooing y/n, as Shoto called it.” Your jaw dropped as you watched him address the class, slowly sinking into your chair at the slight embarrassment. “However, I would like to assure you that even though I have feelings for her that I don’t have for any of you, I will not be giving her special treatment even if she does agree to go out with me.”
Bakugo gave a grunt of displeasure from the back of the class, and you hid your face in your hands, glancing at the class president between your fingers.
It might have been a bit embarrassing, but damn it your heartbeat wouldn’t slow down.
“I think I speak on behalf of everyone when I say it’s completely fine,” Midoriya answered kindly, also surprised by his friend’s public approach.
Kirishima looked around before holding his hand up. Tenya gestured for him to speak, prolonging your torture.
“How is it going? Are you going to be dating soon?”
“Class dismissed!”
With fire in your step, you took hold of Tenya’s blazer and pulled him with you outside. While he might have been able to pull away, he let you do it anyway.
“If you are going to ask me to give you special treatment anyway, I will not be swayed,” he swore the second you let him go after finding a spot where none of the others might eavesdrop.
You blinked at him before sighing. “I want to go out with you. No more wooing, it’s stressing me out.”
“Oh.” Tenya seemed to malfunction for a moment before pulling out a perfectly folded piece of paper from his chest pocket.
Unfolding it, he adjusted his glasses to read.
“I have three more steps. Can it wait?”
Instead of answering the ridiculous question, you grabbed each side of his collar and pulled him towards you, pressing your lips against his when he didn’t seem to fight it.
There, you’re dating. Easy peasy.
Now you just had to make him reconsider that special treatment…
masterlist
went back and forth trying to decide if I'll use their first or last names and ended up giving up so it's a little mixed sry<3
the silence of the night is impenetrable, filling your ears with a total fullness that is both calming and unnerving as you carefully close the door behind you. your house key jingle softly with a metallic clang and you grimace, quickly trapping them in your hand. the apartment is completely drowned in darkness, which is quite normal considering your phone says it's currently 2 am.
you take off your coat, then your shoes, and place both items next to tobio's, his adlers' canvas jacket on the coat hanger and his running shoes tidily sitting next to each other. you feel a little stupid when your heart skips a beat at such a domestic sight, as if this were your first day of living together. it's not, of course it's not, and yet sometimes that's still how you feel when you wake up in the middle of the night and find him lying next to you, when you get up in the morning and it's one of his days off and you either see him move around in the kitchen or sit in the foyer, putting his shoes on to go for his usual run. maybe you still haven't gotten used to it, even though it's been two years now. in a way, it's better like this: the possibility that one day you might take his presence for granted unsettles you.
you tiptoe around the apartment, your eyes narrowed to try to see through the darkness so you don't accidentally step on your cat, which still prefers sleeping on the floor despite all the times Tobio has tripped over her.
you're exhausted, and you're only realizing it now as you go through your usual bedtime routine. you consider taking a shower but dismiss the idea as quickly as it came to you: you'll have plenty of time to do it tomorrow morning. after changing into more comfortable clothes, you sneak into the bedroom as quietly as possible.
tobio is lying on his back, his lips slightly parted, his head tilted to the side as his chest rises and falls with peaceful ease. the covers are bunched around his waist, one arm resting on his stomach and the other tucked under the pillow. you look at him for a moment, your shoulder against the doorframe, and then sigh. a thin smile curves your lips as you walk over to the bed, gently pulling the covers up to cover his chest. tobio makes a soft noise with his nose, something like a choked snore, and fidgets for a moment before his eyelids begin to lift just enough to look at you.
<<hey,>> he murmurs. the word comes out rough from his mouth.
<<hi,>> you whisper back, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips. <<sorry, did i wake you up?>>
<<wasn't really asleep. was waiting for you,>> he replies, his eyelids closing again as he turns so he's lying on his side, lifting the covers in an unmistakable invitation for you to join him. and so you slide under the covers, melting into the warmth like an ice cube under the sun.
tobio wraps an arm around your waist, gently pressing you against him before burying his face in the crook of your neck. for a moment you just feel his nose lazily nuzzling your skin, then he presses a kiss just below your ear. <<everythin' okay at work?>> he asks, slurring his words a bit from exhaustion.
<<mhmh. got into a fight with that coworker i told you about.>>
<<cool.>>
<<very. tell you about it tomorrow though,>> you murmur, reaching back to run your fingers through his hair. <<go to sleep. you got early practice tomorrow.>>
<<mhmh, gimme a kiss first,>> he replies, his words tickling the skin of your cheek, hot and raspy and drawn out. you let out an amused huff of air, and turn over your shoulder just enough to allow him to place his lips on yours in a chaste kiss.
your fingers are still buried in his soft hair as you peck his lips again and again in a series of small, soft kisses. <<this good enough for you?>> you ask, your voice a mere breath.
“you fold my shirts like you love me or somethin’,” atsumu says, elbow-deep in a warm laundry pile, carefully smoothing out a t-shirt on his lap.
you glance over from your side of the couch. “i do love you. but also, you're about to fold that sleeve inside out.”
he looks down, frowns at it, and quickly fixes it. “i was testin’ you. makin’ sure you’re payin’ attention.”
“uh-huh.”
he grins, proud anyway. you lean back against the cushions, folding one of his sweatshirts the way you always do — sleeves tucked just right, edges square.
the air smells faintly of jasmine — from the candle burning nearby or maybe the tea cooling on the table. the dryer hums gently in the background. it’s quiet, comfortable.
atsumu finishes folding his shirt, sets it aside, and grabs the next. “i’m gettin’ better at this, y’know.”
“you are,” you admit. “this one’s not even lopsided.”
he gasps. “a compliment?”
you shrug, lips twitching. “i’m in a generous mood.”
he laughs and shifts closer so your knees touch. “you like doin’ this with me?”
you glance at the growing stack of neatly folded clothes. “i wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else.”
he looks at you — really looks — then smiles, softer this time. “good. ‘cause i was thinkin’ we could make tea after this. then maybe fold a few more shirts. then maybe kiss a little.”
you laugh, nudging his shoulder. “we’re already folding shirts.”
“yeah, but now i’m foldin’ shirts and plannin’ our evening. multitaskin’.”
and honestly — it suits him. the effort. the warmth. the way he still messes things up sometimes, but tries anyway.
