hi, my blog name is wonnoy but i also like to go by as baron and thats as far as names go.
me:
there’s not much information i would like to put out there about myself, but i am 18+
i am in the midst of creating a mini harem of fictional characters
blog:
im mainly here for practicing my writing, so i write anything really. specifically for this blog i only write haikyuu characters.
i’m open for requests atm but if that ever changes i’ll put an update of it on here :)
now moving on the most important part
rules:
-i only do reader inserts, no OC
-i am open to many requests that you might send me (that includes nsfw) but i won’t write things on cheating because that breaks my heart :( (or kinks like peeing on each other or something)
-please do not repost anything i write, at all! i spend alot of time writing the things i give to you it would make me rather upset someone else reposting (especially without my permission) and possibly taking all the credit :(
-some things do make me uncomfortable about very very veryyy specific X-rated requests, please don’t send me those. i’ll do my best to write what you want, but I won’t have them suck on your pinkie toe (whose name is jared) while they tickle your left foot
-i’m not a fast writer so if i’m sent a request (maybe multiple at a time) it may take me some time to write them im sorry
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Now the next part will be written in bold exclusively as it is a major problem.
I do not write for minors and I will not do a request from a minor if it is NSFW. I will only write NSFW requests if you have proven your legal age (18+) to me.
I am uncomfortable writing for a teenager who had just turned 15 an extremely explicit request.
I can do cuddles, SFW, feel-good scenarios for you, but I will outright REFUSE any request coming from a minor that concerns NSFW.
And what I mean by NSFW, is not kisses on the cheeks or a slightly deep kiss. Those are normal things, they aren’t exactly X-Rated. But things such as grinding, dry-humping (even), sensual make-out sessions, fucking of any kind, oral sex, sexual kinks, stripping, etc., will not be written for you.
On all NSFW posts - I put warnings. You read them at your own discretion. I give warnings of what is in the text and what is to be expected. I even break the page so that you have to willingly click to read further.
There are many people who are being executed online for mess-ups concerning these issues. I will not be taking down NSFW requests that I post from other adults as they are of proper age for me to be interacting with them.
But in no shape or form will I discuss or even look at an NSFW request without the age being verified. Thank you.
i’m sorry i had to get so serious towards the end but it was something that had to be said.
i don’t like getting all serious, but i do like to be safe and reserving my right to reject requests.
It was stifling, just sitting here. Sitting across from him was his soon-to-be wife, Yachi Hitoka. Her face was painted and her short, yellow bobbed hair was pulled back with a fancy headband. Tobio swears he had seen that the other day walking through the merchant district. Does that mean she voluntarily goes there herself?
Inconceivable.
Tobio reached for his cup and watched as Yachi mimicked him. He gave it a few seconds, before taking a swig and watched her do the same. She had been copying him, from the moment they sat down at a feast prepared by one of the cooks in the house. It was subtle at first, nothing huge to note of. But now?
Tobio made it sort of a game to see how far and how long she would copy him for. His parents didn't seem to notice the mimicking going on in between them and that was perfect. He looked down at his plate, a dumpling or two left on the plate. Tobio wasn't awfully hungry today and decided against eating them.
He wanted to see if Yachi was mimicking his eating habits and looked across the table. Only for him to regret it as he watch Yachi scarf down the rest of her dumplings. He was shocked to say the least, his stomach tugging when looking at the sight. Never had Tobio ever seen such behavior from a woman, nor did he want to ever again. He could only imagine the tiny food particles just drifting about in the juice that ran down her chin.
Tobio had to hold back the shudder that was trying to run rampant through all his body. His vivid imagery about the mess on her face incredibly off-putting to him. Taking a deep breath, he tried his best to cool himself down and pushed his plate away from him. A signal to the servants decorated around the room that he was done for the night.
"It would appear that I am finished for the evening and I need to prepare to head into the districts," he daintily wiped his hands on one of the many napkins that always sat next to him on the table. The day that Kageyama Tobio sat down in a room with no access to cleaning supplies would be the day he had been lowered into the ground. Across the table, Yachi wiped her hands as well.
She was curious what business he had with the districts at this hour. This arranged marriage was something she couldn't have wished more for. Truth be told, this arranged marriage was only happening because she had begged her parents for it. Being the neighbor of the sterile prince was not enough for her, peering over the walls of her home just for a mere glimpse twice a day was not enough.
Tobio left the table after bowing, feet quiet and steps calculated as he went. He was almost to his room when he heard a quieter pair of footsteps coming up from behind him. He stopped moving abruptly and turned around to see the frame of Yachi stood there, the lights in the dim hallway make her hair look more gold than blonde.
"Ah, I wanted to ask if I could come with you to the district?" Yachi continued her approach towards him, more timid than before. Tobio only watched her and weighed the options as well as their consequences in his mind. He could always say what he wanted to say, which was no, but he could only imagine the backlash he would receive. That and Yachi looked like she could cry from him just looking at her wrong.
It felt like an eternity as she stood there, waiting for him to reply and hopefully let her come along. The light in the long light let her see details she would've seen from across the table, or from standing on the footstool to peer over her walls. He looked menacing, no doubt, yet his face never let an ounce of emotion come through so she could see what he was thinking about. The opposite of her.
"Do you think you could appropriately walk the streets in your current attire?" Tobio asked her. He could see the slight twitch she made upon doing so, she must have zoned out.
"I can go out comfortably with the way I am dressed now!" she a little too eagerly said. Tobio nodded at her response before pointing in a direction down the hall.
"Wait for me in the foyer, I will be prepared shortly," and turned away to continue his march towards his room. It was slightly infuriating, the thought of a woman accompanying him on the nightly check-ups in the entertainment district. Tobio turned into his room to find the biggest kimono he owned, so he could layer and layer to keep the filth of the streets off of him.
He hated it all to hell.
He tripled and layered his socks before finally tying down his hair with two head covers. He looked like a madman, but better that than catching a mysterious disease from a passerby's breath. Oh the horror.
Tobio walked down into the foyer half expecting his soon-to-be wife to not actually be standing there. Alas, she was. No change to her attire at all, the same light green kimono and gold jewelry on her body.
He looked at her face, it was slightly red and the hair that lay in front of it before was currently being pulled back by her mother's hands to put a hair tie onto her. At least the sense to tie her hair back before going onto the streets is something that she had.
"I am back, are you ready?" he asked, what a pointless question. He knew that her answer would be-
"Yes,"
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Nights on the town were something she would've enjoyed more - if she had more money to spend. She was dressed in one of her better looking kimonos, one that didn't have as many sewed in patches as the others.
Right now, was her time to bring in more customers. It was Sunday, a night when men who claim to have their souls tied to a god come out to prowl the streets. A week of pent-up want they claim they don't have. A pent-up want they desperately needed a soft body to give to.
And that's what she was.
Hair pinned back with only a few pieces laying down across her exposed nape. Simple gold accessories adorned the skin she chose to keep in view. Her simple kimono was navy blue, accented by a peppered black.
The sun was just beginning to set over the lit entertainment district. She hasn't been successful at all in trapping new loyal customers. What a terrible hunter she is.
She continued to peruse through the streets, sticking to the sides. Any minute now, the royal courtesans will be making their appearances. And shortly after that the 'Imperious Monarch' will come in next, with his sea of bodyguards.
She always tried to clear the streets before that happened though. He always ignored her with that perfect face of his. It pissed her off, how much she wished to just dirty the porcelain doll.
A man shouting brought her attention back to the present, but there were no courtesans walking through. But instead, the familiar men who always moved in unison surrounding one man were walking through.
And this time a woman?
It didn't take her long to attempt to escape the group, they did thorough inspections on the workers of this street. And she wasn't legal.
That's right, she wasn't supposed to be here. It's also why it pissed her off about that Prince because she would never be able to have him. All because they'd find her without a proper permit, and in jail she'd end up. She had to beg her current boss just to let her stay.
The story just keeps getting more and more complicated.
As she was brushing past people or even full-on shoving some out of the way, the horde of security was getting closer and closer. She could always try to escape through the alleyways, but that sounds like the worst way to get kidnapped. Especially since the hours were finally dipping into the evening.
Men hungry for just the smell of a woman would be in there.
"(y/n)?" a hand grabbed onto her bare shoulder and she was just about to slap the fuck out of the hand. However, there was a tattoo, a small blue fire on the thumb which bore a resemblance to her sleeping buddy. Heart thumping, she quickly looked for the face that belonged to the hand. But to no avail, he wore a face mask that covered almost every feature besides his eyes. A light brown.
"Oh.." she let him grab her and bring her to the side where he slightly pushed her into the nearest shop. It was a ramen store, the smells of a food she could barely afford wafted into her nose tickling her sleeping hunger.
She followed Oikawa absently, forgetting about the fear of being caught, but focusing on the man she'd never seen with light. Eyes she could never see the color of until now, a gorgeous light reddish brown. His hair? Something she'd only been allowed to run her fingers through intimately. Now she could see the slight curls that started towards the end of his hair.
"Hey, did you hear me?" he asked again. She was seated now but distractedly didn't realize.
"No sorry, what did you say?" she repositioned to fold her legs under herself instead of criss-cross.
There was a sigh on his end, "What are you doing out? I was on my way to you," she could see his eyes leaving hers to trail down her neck.
She smiled and taking advantage of his eyes positioned her neck in an alluring way, "I was trying to attract some new customers, but looks like I also regained the attention of older ones," she cracked out. Oikawa looked back up to her quickly, trying to hide his small amount of shame. But she knew better than what he felt was shame. He felt desire. A desire to absolutely drag her off into whatever area had three walls and a curtain to block gazers.
Oikawa flagged down a wandering server, who upon seeing him wave, quickly ran on over. It looked like she ran over almost out of fear.
She ignored it and listened to Oikawa order, he offered to get her some food. She declined and he frowned.
"Your mouth was practically drooling when we came in," he said to her before turning to the waiter again, "anything spicy".
Ah, he knew her so well.
It was quiet between them but loud in the ramen restaurant. She looked around, it gave off the small family business aura. People talked amicably with one another, living joyous moments in life. She quickly looked away.
"Are we headed to yours after we eat," Oikawa asked. She looked back at him, looking through his kimono to the memories of his body wavering over hers, the muscles pulling themselves taut.
"We could..." she swayed with her words, inching slightly closer to him, going around the table on her knees, "what is it that you wish to do with me? I'm about to start your tab," a smirk pulling at her lips, teeth barely showing a playful smile.
"My tab is running even though I'm buying you dinner?"
"Don't complain, you're feeding me," she said with a smile. She watched his eyes look through hers before looking downward at her blue kimono. The top of her breasts were visible, the soft light making them almost glow. The simple necklace she wore swinging atop should've been enticing enough with her on her hands and knees almost right next to him.
"No need to remember, I'd show you now," she laughed. His hands left his sides quickly, grabbing her kimono and trying to pull it shut. Oikawa shook his head no.
As soon as he had put his hands on her, her annoyance walked through the doors of the ramen shop. The Prince of the Streets, the Warmonger of Cleanliness - and that singular tiny woman - appeared from behind the group of men.
It was hard enough to see just a glimpse of them through the security detail, but eventually, they had accidentally locked eyes. Dark, very dark eyes and hair with a mask that covered the rest of his face. Why was that such a common thing around here. A hand pushed aside the men surrounding them and he began marching their way toward both Oikawa and (y/n).
The small woman in green came scurrying behind.
Oikawa hadn't once looked up at the new company in the ramen shop. Instead, he still had his hands gripping her open kimono to prevent her cleavage spilling out.
"Tooru Oikawa," the Prince did not seem pleased to just say his name. Oikawa barely glanced at him before pulling (y/n) to sit properly so his hands were finally free.
"Don't worry I'm actually paying for this service," Oikawa replied, his and (y/n) back to the Prince. Tobio stood above the pair sitting on the floor. With the courtesan, he didn't recognize now being held by the infamous Yakuza, he stood above them both. He looked at them like the dirt on the shoe he accumulated on the way here.
Tobio couldn't see her face, let alone anything else besides the raggedy kimono she was wearing. His eyes moved and caught a glimpse of her chest from an upward view and had to immediately look away. To be so indecently dressed in public? With a man?
"Anything else you need? I would offer but I'm highly jealous," Oikawa said to Tobio. He'd been there for a minute and (y/n) was sweating bullets. She started to breathe heavier the more she felt his presence behind her. She could barely recognize Oikawa saying he was possessive over her, goodness gracious she should be squealing right now.
"Kageyama, we should go... People are staring," the girl in green said quietly behind him. Tobio looked up and peered at everyone surrounding him. God he hated this place. He turned and left the building being sure to not leave Hitoka behind.
(y/n) turned at the sound of low profanities being uttered under Oikawa's breath. But forget that - she can finally breathe again! Of course, all that bravado of wanting to have the Prince under her fingernail went out the window. She couldn't help herself! Plus Oikawa's hand is still snaked and gripping her waist. She could smell the faint smell of smoke on him, something he never smelled like when he came to visit her.
It only made her crave more of who he was.
The smell of food coming their way brought her out of her stupor and crawled back over to her original seat. Oikawa seemed to be preoccupied with something else, maybe the Prince who was just in here. Out of everyone in the room, he did walk up to him first. Odd.
"So you admit you're incredibly jealous... are you just as possessive too?" she asked trying to get him out of his thoughts. It worked, and Oikawa was back to his normal self.
"Not as much as obsessed as you are with me," he hummed towards her. She giggled.
She lowered her kimono a little bit more just when the food was being put on their table, "we'd have to see if you're saying the same thing tonight," Oikawa didn't even notice the food being set down and had his eyes trained on her more exposed shoulder.
You would think after seeing it so many times he would've gotten bored.
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don't know if you guys noticed BUT I did change the way I refer to (y/n) it just was easier to write for me... but I hope you guys catch the subtle changes in the way these characters think teehee
sorry for the long wait, i totally forgot i also had this account lol until the recent notifications and then the writers block came up.. hope you guys enjoy ;)
kageyama tobio in the japan edo period. a hopeless romantic of a failing courtesan as well as a germaphobe rich man.
Chapters: 1
warnings: a bit of a slow burn
Kageyama Tobio was seen to be untouchable in the eyes of whomever he crossed. His ears were open to practically no one aside from his parents. He walked the streets many times in shoes that were tailored to his exact size. Kageyama's clothes wrapping around his body in a way that had screamed nobility and wealth. His steps all calculated as he eyed down the stalls in the busy atmosphere. A small posse of men followed a little farther back, people of whom his parents trusted would bring him safe back every night.
Kageyama Tobio, a man who owned nearly half the city he resided in, the other half belonged to his parents.
You, however, were just slightly short of a popular courtesan who worked eagerly in the entertainment district. You weren't dazzling like the many others who worked hard on their appearance to catch a wandering man's eye. Your clothes were hand-me-downs, shoes tight against your feet.
It was hard working in the entertainment district when you were a courtesan who wanted to exist for more. To be more than an occasional one night with men who pay for the hour. To have more than a couple of measly hairpins that prove men have fallen for your attractions.
You were a snake who couldn't hunt properly because of the want to be utterly worshipped by a single man.
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It was a particularly hot day.
Sunday morning, early with just only the first wave of humidity striking the city. Tobio was laid out on his porch, hidden away behind the already bloomed sakura trees. He wore his robe partially open as he held what looked to be the tiniest book man has ever made.
He was reading in the summer heat, with April having just ended Tobio had been cooped up nearly far too long. He enjoyed having the heat now but no doubt would he be regretting it as the months progress.
Tobio didn't have to 'patrol' the streets of the city until later that night and going into an area where people beneath him stress him out. There is the occasional dirty beggar that will cling to his robes and try to rip the fabric off of him, only to be silenced by the men following him. Whenever that has happened he burns the clothing afterwards.
As a child, Tobio never liked to be touched and couldn't fathom the unsightly.
"Tobio," a voice called out to him. His fingers shut the book while his other hand went to tighten his robe around his body. There's only one person that would be up this early calling his name.
A woman.
A woman that is his mother. She came from behind the paper wall, dressed in elegant clothing that had to have been way too hot to be in. Nonetheless, it didn't appear so on her painted face.
"Your father and I have decided upon a serious matter," she spoke, her left hand clutching a little tighter to her robes. Tobio was fully sat up now with his legs crossed beneath him. How serious of a decision could it have been for his mother to be dressed in her best early on a Sunday morning.
"We have decided on an arranged marriage with the neighboring Yachi family," the words seized him slightly. The Yachi family, Tobio never paid them much attention in his mind but his mother and father seemed to have a well enough relationship with them. However, he at least wasn't dense enough to not know they have a daughter who is around his age he believed.
But an arranged marriage, it seemed to shake Tobio with something foul on the inside. He didn't like the thought of having to force open his heart for someone he can't even recall looks like.
At least they had the courtesy of telling him instead of having him walk in blind to a family dinner with a woman sitting next to his chair. Tobio wouldn't have been able to control the emotions on his face.
He should have expected it, he was nearing 24 and still had no interest indulging in lustful affairs.
He had seen his part of men trapping themselves within legs of courtesans. Tobio watched over the entertainment district as well as the merchant square, a crude joke his parents wanted to play on him. The two parts of the city that had required the most supervision and had the dirtiest alleyways.
Tobio raised to his feet and flexed his fingers, "when is the marriage to take place,"
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It was cold.
The heat from the blankets was rapidly escaping from underneath as the man who shared it, shifted to leave you again. You were nude, you shivered as the cold air devoured your skin with your client rustling with his clothes in the corner.
It was an early morning, that much you could tell. The cheap curtains you bought nearly two months ago did a poor job of filtering the light that came through. The two of you spent a night together skin upon skin with little to no energy to get up after he was done. You didn't mind that - in fact you rather enjoyed it.
"Is there going to be a next time Oikawa?" you asked. The rustling stopped and you thought he was considering what he should say.
"Yes, as long as your heart still lusts for what you can't have," he responded. You smiled a little bit even though you were offended of his comment. Oikawa had been coming to visit you more frequently than the others and amidst one night while you were drunk on comfort, you spilled your desires. He had listened without a word, merely providing an ear. This certainly wasn't what he paid for, but to push a nude woman off of you as she spoke her truths was short of bastardly.
Oikawa walked towards you, he was now fully dressed in clothes that you never got to see in the light. Whenever he came over, he always requested for the room to be darkened, hence why you bought the curtains.
He seemed to be well off, but he has yet to gift you anything except his time. However, he never seemed bothered for his tab to keep running as he stayed with you throughout the night. Most customers weren't even allowed to do that - yet the old bum and hag said nothing against it.
Who are you to argue with money anyway, a woman who practically lived paycheck to paycheck. It feels a lot better to sleep with someone anyway.
You rolled around in the covers, some of them coming off of your body as you did so, "I'll be sure to stay insatiable then so your visits are guaranteed."
Oikawa had laughed at you a little bit before placing the covers that had fallen off of you back on. One eye was open as you eagerly tried to watch the light reveal his full face and body as he left. However, all you received a glimpse of was short, curled, brown hair from the light in the hallway.
He was the only man who has visited that you know nothing more aside from his name. A mystery.
You turned back to look at the window, a huge sigh coming out from you. You couldn't wait for the thrill of night to come back and the search for what you desire to come again. Pulling the covers with you as you stood up, you walked over to the window.
You haven't read much as you are not very well educated. But you do have ears, and have listened to the fairy tales that have only blessed your ears a couple of times.
The woman of the home you are currently in, read a couple of these works to you so then you could base your reactions off of them. Getting a customer, a man to desire you more - to have them absolutely adore you. Crave for a touch that may never come, yearn to have a woman grant them ecstasy in a simple thank you.
Beg to have the flavor of your lips grace theirs even if just for a second.
Even just thinking about it has you tugging your blanket and your thighs rubbing against one another. How it would feel to be treated as a goddess, to be both the moon and sun a man worshipped. You've only seen it depicted in novels or paintings from the distant past. Currently, life was all about men and how women should be the ones worshipping them instead.
Absolutely sinful.
You moved from the window to head to your small wardrobe, letting the sheets fall from your hands. You wanted to change the way men see women, and to make back to how it was. With men kissing the shoe your feet resided, with a single look their way to have them absolutely enthralled.
You changed into some simple clothing with the intent of going into the shopping district to get some new perfume. The one you had currently was stale to your nostrils and you didn't like it anymore. A little bit of makeup to cover the marks of lust and you were out the door with a message to the hag of the house, saying you'd be back in a couple of hours.
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i wanted to try something different with my writing,
i haven't written in a while due to just stress, but i should remember writing is way to destress
his is tanaka and handholding, a short h/c with a slight extension at the bottom.
-tanaka is brazen, there's no doubt about it (and a teenage boy when he first thought of this)
-tanaka would bring this up with nishinoya whenever this visited a neighboring school for a volleyball tournament. the want and hope to meet another cute schoolgirl who accidentally brush his hand and hold it.
-he was a wistful romantic and a total simp.
-tanaka wanted his first handholding experience with you to have been the most romantic thing ever. but it was not like that at all. his first handhold moment (like just holding hands) involved you trying to pull him out of a mud pool. moving on.
-after the first handhold, the first one being in his mind the most life-daring thing he had ever done, he practically demands it now.
-he shows off whenever you guys are holding hands and whenever you do hold hands he always lets out a triump 'hmpf'. you don't think he is aware that he does this, it's a good thing that you find it cute.
-tanaka is a waffle-handholding person, always intertwining you guys' fingers together.
-there was one time you guys visited a haunted house together but a ghost scared you both. tanaka didn't move but his quivering fingers did - searching for your hand to seek solice (but you had bolted)
-every once in a while, tanaka looks at your hands and sometimes while you're writing or doing homework he will come and give your hand a squeeze before going back to whatever he was doing
-tanaka has this habit that he sometimes just takes your hand and places it on his cheeks. (you've begun to think that he has a bit of a hand fetish)
-when you brought this up to him, he madly denied it. but they always say the denial is the truth.
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it was late, that much you knew. tanaka woke you up with his endless tossing and turning, it was rare for him to sleep like this. he was normally knocked out whenever he went to bed.
it's a good thing you guys decided to invest in a big ass bed or else he would've gut-punched you three times by now.
you turned over, no longer facing the wall from where you usually slept and saw the face of tanaka looking right back at you. it was shocking to say the least, but you relaxed. his mouth was open, a little dribble of drool coming out, kind of gross. you smiled.
there was a shifting coming from his side and it was almost too late before you saw his arm trying to cage something. it patted the space between you two, his fingers scrunching in search of something before you realized what it was.
you reached out and gently placed your hand underneath his. instantly his hand reacted to yours and his fingers grasped it.
his drool may not be cute, but his handholding habits are.
i wasn't sure if i wanted to make this a drabble or a h/c
-if kageyama was a soccer mom, he would have a blue chrysler mini van with the weather protector rubber carpets that would be detailed every week.
-kageyama is an aggressive soccer mom of three. no other number, and they'd be very close in age too (wink wink).
-kageyama would no doubt, be the soccer mom who would bring little healthy snacks instead of bags of doritos like the other parents. he wanted his champs to be working hard out there on a healthy stomach.
-he'd also be the type of soccer mom who would absolutely take his kids of out school early so they would never miss a match. (don't worry his kids love it)
-obviously that earns hellfire from you
-but he wouldn't start out like this no , this level of soccer mom is something he'd have worked up to. over countless errors that he had made in the past. that does include leaving a couple of his kids at the games forgetting to pick them up because he was too busy to watch the game. accidentally cheering for the other squad. bringing bananas as a match snack but found out shortly after one of the kids was allergic to bananas (he now brings oranges). mistakenly inviting one his good friends, hinata to help him chaperone.
-hinata had come and had not a clue as to what becoming a soccer mom was. he was just bad influence on the kids in general, trying to get them to convert to another sport. kageyama was having none of that.
-the other day he found them with baseball bats of all things.
-kageyama would be a very pretentious and protective soccer mom. one time his child came home with a scrape from sliding in the dirt and almost tried suing the coach (if he wasn't talked down by you profusely)
-he almost had a heart attack when another one of his children full on slammed into the opposite team player, and just about died when he saw the last run into a pole. was not his proudest moment.
how ennoshita would slowly fall in love with you headcannon
-i don't think ennoshita would be the type to fall in love quickly and easily - but more like a sudden realization that he loves you.
-it's the small things that build up over time that does it for him.
-for many of the examples, walking with him to class. staying up late together for late-night study sessions. coming to his volleyball games in high school (back then you guys barely knew each other)
-ennoshita would sometimes ask for your help when it came to balancing his social life and school life. you invited him out to mixers, or just hanging out by the local coffee place for hours.
-every once in a while you would come over for movies and watch them together with his roommate. you and his roommate loved horror movies but ennoshita was definitely a hallmark movie fan or even a romcom man.
-there was one time you guys got ice cream and you turned into a unicorn because of a dare he gave you.
-ennoshita was always observant, but he seemed to hyperfocus on the things you reacted to. seeing what you liked and disliked from your facial reactions. you caught onto this though, definitely, because who wouldn't catch onto someone watching you intently from across the table?
-gave him hell for it too and stopped being so obvious about it. picking up what candies you liked the best and what foods you hated the most.
-ennoshita is a fan of late-night walks and talks and you just so happened to be a fan of them too.
-the amount of time you guys have hung out was nearly sickening to everyone else but you two. there was always something new to talk about, always something else to do in the area. and you didn't mind doing the same things with him.
-over the course of three years, ennoshita realized he was in love with you on a summer night. it was the weekend before classes started back up again and you two were walking around.
-there was a weird party held by the school in the gym basketball courts but you two left early.
-you guys laughed and talked all the way to the park that was in between the two dorms you guys lived in. you guys had been walking for maybe the last two hours, and ngl your feet kinda hurt at that point.
-the park was donated from the class of 1960 along with a pond so the benches there were old as old, each of them missing a few pieces.
-there was one bench with no path to get to, but it was the nicest out of all of them. it was seated in front of the pond that the park had to offer.
-there you guys sat there for another two hours, who knows, time really flies whenever you two are together.
-there was one point where you complained about the bench hurting your back so you abruptly turned about and started to lie down lengthways. your head in his lap.
-ennoshita knew it then that he just perhaps loved you then. it could have been the light from the distant lamps put throughout the park to illuminate your face. it could have been the annoying ass crickets chirping so loudly that he could barely hear what you were saying half the time. it could have also been the slight (and obvious) blush that coated your cheeks that he could barely see.
-but ennoshita knew that he really did love you when he bent over and kissed you. but he quickly backed up when he realized what he did.
-"three years to get this far, don't back out now"
a little drabble on hinata trying to study with you
"when are you gonna be done (y/n)?" a voice whined next to you. you softly smiled through the slight annoyance at the hyper hinata shoyo next to you. you've only been here for three hours maybe, at the beautiful library of your school.
hinata didn't go to college after highschool and instead immediately chose to go pro. which is something you found rather endearing but such a hassle because any free time that he isn't spending playing volleyball is trying to be with you. but finals are coming up and you spend all of your free time studying instead. well, studying or writing - either one makes hinata get extremely hyper.
you've tried everything with him. you guys made a promise to keep things simple because you both were going down two completely opposite career paths.
you looked over at him, aimlessly blowing hair out of his face and puffing out his cheeks. but you couldn't help yourselves. you tried to keep things simple with him and not get into a relationship but he was quite literally calling your name when he came to your university to ask you out. and what food would've said no to the sweaty hinata as he biked and ran there straight after his practice on his lunch break.
simply endearing.
"shoyo I'm trying to focus," you said, digging your nose deeper into your textbook. hinata whined again and simply leaned all over the table in response. he always caught you when you were busy doing something else.
you tried to ignore the shuffling noises he made next to you and tried to keep your eyes trained on your book. you were successful for a little bit before your body started to rotate along with the chair as hinata moved you.
"what are you doing?" you looked up and noticed that he changed his chair so he was facing you now. there was a small series of chairs that lined you guys that resembled a tiny little bed.
"at least let me hold you as you study," and he held out his arms to you. you looked around the library, it was empty being that it was so late at night. when you looked back at him you swallowed before nodding your head, you heart hammering at the thought of him cuddling you in the library as you studied.
he still gives you butterflies, in everything he does. you turned your back to him and scuttled across the tiny platform the chairs made after he put them together. you nestled underneath his chin and his open arms closed around you. you could feel his heart beat softly in his chest and it made yours speed up.
"I can feel your heart speed up," oh god, there's no way. you coughed distractedly and went back to studying again - hinata a lot more quiet and calm than before.
you smiled into the pages of your textbook, you should do this more often then.
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it had been hours the two of you had sat there for, both of you dozed off. the book was discarded, somewhere in the mass array of chairs surrounding you. your hands lightly clapsed his arms as he hugged you from behind - both of you an overdue slumber.
-the first thing to say is we all know noya is a light weight. that is given due to his size and how much he shakes himself like a can of pop. so we all know that it goes through his system fast. (i also don't know if that's how this wokrks)
-noya would burn out so quick if he was more than just a little drunk. he has heavy hang overs for after 3 shots of anything.
-this doesn't stop noya from drinking though. if there was an opportunity to hang out with friends at a bar ? yea he was already there ordering all sorts of explosive drinks for everyone. noya never drank alone.
-noya likes to call you a lot if he was drunk (which he is 50% of the time). most of the time he calls you, his words are incomprehensible or he's trying to order a pizza from you. you always played along though, he was an energetic emotional drunk.
-like a sparkler. noya is a sparkler.
-when he wakes up at home he begs you to never let him drink again because it always seems to be such agony when he does. when you do try to stop him from drinking he'll just manipulate you with his facial expressions.
-its a constant loop.
-when he gets older though, he has more of a handle on his alcohol and isn't quite as reckless.
-right can't forget since he's an energetic little spike ball, he does all these crazy stunts while he's drunk. constantly learning new abilities that he has and others he doesn't have
-"wanna see something cool"
-always be wary when you hear that from a tipsy noya. that day he found out he could do handstands on cups.
-"wanna see something even better?"
-that day he tried to do a backflip on wet grass and homeboy said swoosh with his feet.
ukai was at again in his room, after another long day, and you just coming home from work. you came home today, expecting to see a ukai relaxing in the living whilst the food he was making burned in the kitchen.
you'd routinely swoop in to save the day which he would always charm his way out of ear lashing from you. but this time he wasn't there. it was silent on the first floor of your home, which was odd. you took your shoes off at the entrance and began to walk around the dead silent first floor.
the living room was empty, not even the tv was on with it being paused. you sniffed the air, there was no burning food smell either. you looked back at the entrance to your home, but his shoes were here so he had to have been home.
there was only one more place for you to check, upstairs.
"aw, the hell?!" you heard ukai's voice ring loud and clear from upstairs. well, that answered your question. you began to walk up the stairs to find the light in your bedroom on - but a different color. there was a furious sound of clicks coming from your bedroom as well. it was odd.
you walked closer to the bedroom door before jumping back when you heard a slam on something.
"the fuck.." you whispered before moving to the door and slightly nudging it open. barely through the crack - you could see ukai crouched on a simple wooden chair in his undies, a floral shirt open that left him bare-chested.
he had glowing headwear on and didn't even seem to notice you opening the door wider and wider to get a better look at him. his hair wasn't in its usual headband so it just seemed to splayed all over the place.
"someone get this damned bomb off me!" he semi-shouted at his computer. you couldn't see what he was playing but he seemed really into whatever it was. it's only until he flew back out of his chair with a loud cheer did he finally notice.
"oh (y/n) you won't believe it! i finally won!" he smiled brightly at you from the floor. such a child he was sometimes you swear. but before you could speak, another voice came from the monitor.
"only cause we carried your fat ass," ukai stilled and looked to see that the cord connected to his headphones was disconnected.
"i've never seen you game before ukai," you laughed. ukai smiled again at you but was cut off again by the other guy in the game.
just some head cannons with tanaka and your first date lol
-tanaka would freak out. no question.
-he doesn't know how to react around females, so how he landed a date with you was more than out of the question.
-right so, tanaka had never seen himself with another women, yet here are you standing in front of him, just taking his breath away.
-tanaka would want to do something physically engaging. i feel like he would take on those little peddle boats on the river? but we all know tanaka, something would happen.
-he would try to show off to you on the date of course, but it would normally end in failure and you laughing at him. but it still would make him feel good because then he could at least make you laugh.
-if it's not the peddle boats on the river, tanaka would try to take you to a horror movie. but he's deathly afraid of the entire genre (but he's read in magazines that its how you get a girl to hold your hand)
-another first date that tanaka might choose to do with you (depends on the weather really) is take you to a festival and try to win you every stuffed animal there.
-he's actually really good at these types of games.
-his first date nerves are through the roof the week even before the date. he's been walking rigid all week and can't seem to focus or think about anything other than that because he gets all red faced.
-yes, he would facetime nishinoya for fashion advice. i could see him in suspenders but that isn't what he'd wear on the fist date. tanaka would wear either some really nice jeans or khaki shorts (again depends on the weather). and both with a nice button down shirt.
-his version of nice is questionable but it's important not to dwell on that for too long.
-tanaka on the first date would stop at nothing to impress you (and if he doesn't succeed by the end of the night he would be terribly upset). he doesn't care how loud that he would need to be, but nothing will stop him. (in the name of love that he would shout to himself for his inner monologue)
-you would dress as something absolutely stunning and have his jaw unable to close.
-it would be a good thing that one brain worked between the two of you or you would never be able to function.
-tanaka and you on your first date, would not end in a good night kiss. maybe a hug from him and he's really lucky (and if you think he deserves it for motivation) a kiss on the cheek.
-tanaka doesn't seem to be the one to kiss after a first date. give him six more or something.
-the first date would be rambunctious no question.
a little drabble on how i think the first kiss would go down between you and asahi
it was on accident, at least you think it was. it definitely couldn't have been on purpose.
you and asahi, were hanging out as per usual. he was sweaty, smelt awful, and looked like he was ready to keel over. but he seemed to be as energetic as he could be when talking to you.
well, rather you talking to him.
he was more the type of friend to just listen to you babble about anything. and it felt nice to have that type of friend always ready to hear the weirdest shit come out of your mouth. every once in a while he would give some ideas to questions or advice to your problems. and even other times he would even talk about volleyball practice to you.
you didn't understand any of the terms at first when you both started to really hang out, but you would go home and try to search them up to better understand his predicaments.
but everything changed today when you started actively telling him about another cute guy in your class. ironically, it was even in your chemistry class so you had even attempted to tell the lame chemistry joke that you two might be having.
however asahi wasn't reacting the same way that he always did when you told him about stuff. his face seemed to be more strained and his chin was slightly more jutted out than it normally was too.
how do you know that it was slightly more off than his usual demeanor?
there was once a time that you had a massive crush on asahi - the gentle wall seemed to never be aggressive with the way that he carried himself. however, the first time he invited you to a game (which you obviously went to) it damn near scared the shit out of you the amount of force he put into his spikes and serves.
it was the complete opposite whenever he would mess up - immediately changing into the shy man you took him for. it was a little endearing.
"but yea, so that happened today - this single gal may no longer be single by the end of this week," you said with a small smile. asahi only grunted in response with a small 'cool'. you couldn't help but a feel a little dejected at his response - no reaction and one word responses you absolutely hated.
"though i'm not sure," you looked down at your feet - finding them the most interesting things in the world. asahi shuffled next to you.
"what do you mean?" his voice wasn't much bigger than his normal talking tone, but it still seemed forced.
"i don't know if im sure i want to be with him though," you admitted, throwing your head back. being completely honest with yourself is not something easy, you know that because every time you see asahi smile your heart keens to see more.
asahi moved next to you again, "and what would make you sure?"
"some grand romantic gesture - or a bold move, those are kinda sexy," you laughed. but he didn't laugh with you. curious you looked over at him and he looked to be deep in concentration. then it all seemed to be happening in slow motion.
his cheeks billowing out and his lips pressing onto yours.
it was rather short, it wasn't anything to write home about - but most importantly it was probably the most gentle kiss you had ever received from a man. you felt like you cheated him a bit when you peeked open your eyeball to look at him, it was more than obvious that this was his first kiss.
and thinking back on what you said in the beginning, you'd hope that it wasn't on accident.
nothing else needs to be said - head empty cept this
picture the moment.
you were returning to your shared apartment, with a semi-close friend (who you won't deny is just a little bit on the cuter side), coffee cup in hand, and a rowdy group of friends behind you.
you were coming home from one intense study session, friends in tow so you guys could finish up at your apartment. you thought your roommate, and college friend, was gone for the weekend. what was the harm in bringing some friends back with you right?
he was supposedly doing some training for becoming a police officer(?) he's told you about it in great detail but your brain was fried after having so many papers to write. so you had trouble trying to focus and retain the information.
it's something he decided last minute, to become a police officer. but you support him regardless of what wants to do, as long as he helps pay rent, keeps smiling at you with that cute face of his (similar to polar bear), and keeps his spaces that he uses tidy. you were used to coming home and he'd be doing some home workout to get into shape.
daichi often worked out shirtless and by the time you'd normally come up to your apartment, he would be sweaty and out of breath. you've never ultimately had any problems with him, at all. he did what he asked and vice versa. do the dishes, vacuum the carpet, etc. you were never even given the option to complain about female friends because in daichi's life - they didn't exist.
when you asked about it, he always went on and on about how he was too busy for women. that he wasn't actually interested in his point of life. which you accepted, but then the next day he didn't leave the house at all and instead stayed watching movies, ordered takeout and went to bed at 2 am in the morning.
how do you know this? well you did it with him of course.
you didn't think twice about stepping into your apartment but immediately regretted it when daichi stepped into view of the door, a towel - if you could even call it that - was wrapped loosely around his waist.
but you see, that wasn't entirely the problem. no, the problem aroused when said hand towel fell as soon as he lifted his hand to greet you. everything was in slow motion, the instant paling of his face, your eyes following the towel, and when the towel hit the floor - it felt louder than a silent phwsh.
daichi wasn't quick enough to catch the towel, but after standing there for a second, he quickly crouched and grabbed the towel.
he darted behind the wall in front of the living room, "you have company?" he yelled out. you were then reminded that there were six people behind you who must've seen daichi's bits as well. you kind wish you had knocked.
you turned around and looked at the face of your friends. half of them had turned around and the other half were trying to play idly with whatever was in their hands.
you clapped your hands together, "right, so can we continue this tomorrow?" your voice was a little strained, because even you were just a little shocked. thought your roommate was gone but then BOOM, you see their twig and berries. the miseltoe that hung between the doorway. the baby maker. the light saber. you had to forcibly stop yourself from thinking of any other nicknames.
someone coughed lightly and said, "yea works for me, see ya," and turned to leave. everyone immediately followed suit so you went inside and shut the door behind you.
"do you have a towel on now daichi?" you questioned and your heard some shuffling behind the wall.
"i do now," he mumbled and you could barely hear him. you sighed loudly and pinched the bridge of your nose.
"do you have an actual towel on?"
daichi was silent on the other side of the wall before you could hear his bare feet slapping against the floor. you took that as a no. you peered around the corner and right before daichi entered the bathroom again, you could see him waddling with the hand towel pulled too tight around his waist.
just a little sugawara headcannon that will feature him becoming jealous
-sugawara would be very subtle at first, jealously is something he builds up inside of him before finding a way to diminish it (normally whenever you show affection towards him)
-sugawara is actually a jealous man - but since it goes away so easily, it doesn't seem like it
-he gets jealous when he thinks you're talking to a guy more than him, get along easier with someone than he thinks you get along with him
-it doesn't cause him to treat you differently or limit the relationships you have with other people, it just makes him being away from you really hard. in terms of him missing you and how you might replace him with someone
-he's talked to you about it, for sure, and you smiled reaching up to his face to caress it. giving him all the reassurance he needs in the world with your touch, no need for words to confirm or deny it.
-he still can't help get jealous when someone else moves you out the way with a gentle touch to your back, harmless to the untrained eye. but sugawara caught the sneer smile on their face as they did so
-there was little he had to do remind all competition that you were his and him yours, a kiss (sometimes a hickey) on your neck
-when sugawara gets jealous he tries to force his smile a lot and anyone close to him can see through it easily. it looks crooked on his face and pulled too tight, but he thinks it's the ultimate guise.
-there was a time when you thought he didn't get jealous at all, which didn't sit well in your stomach. until one of your guy friends threw his arm around you and talking close to you in your ear, spreading juicy ass gossip.
-as said before, sugwara's jealously goes down quickly, but it also raises just as fast if there's no outlet (aka you) to lower it. it was the only time you had seen this cheerful man make such a threatening face.
-he just slid his arm around your waist and tugged you into him. he didn't look down to look at you - but to look at the frozen figure of your guy friend with such a neutral face it chilled you to your toes.
-a touch to his chest and he immediately relaxed into you, face breaking out into a smile. (and it really made you prideful knowing you had this affect on the man you cared about the most).
-so yes, sugawara gets mad jealous. but you're always there to keep the flames down (only sometimes rousing them on purpose)
i feel like if anyone were to own a smart car, it would be yamaguchi and it'd be white, so here's a short fic about it
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it was one of those breezy summer days where it was the perfect temperature and everything just felt right. you were pulled up at a stop light, the hum of your smart car vibrating nicely in your ears. yes, your smart car.
it was bright yellow, had a top speed of 120mph and gear shifted like a bitch. but you absolutely adored it.
it was a gift from your mother when you finally got your license and you've been driving it for the past five years. student in college with no debt on your shoulder but still too poor to fix the poor transmission on your car. you were quite literally driving it into the grave.
you pushed your foot on the brake when coming to the red light at the intersection. you were first in the line, windows down, a pair of shades on and with your radio blasting music from the aux connected to your phone.
you were well aware that your car brought a lot of attention to itself, it wasn't a very popular car where you lived - excluding the bright yellow it already was. so you were used to the eyes it brought whenever you rolled up. sometimes, people even took pictures with you posing for them.
that was the extent of it.
your fingers drummed lazily against the steering wheel, the light you were currently at notoriously being the longest to sit at. you could barely hear yourself think over the music blasting from your abused speakers let alone the mans voice trying to get your attention. you reached for the volume, turned it down, and looked over to your left.
holy.
there was another smart car next to you, blindingly white with electric stamped right above the wheel and what looked to be a tiny volleyball over the 'i'.
iconic.
the guy yelling out your name was leaning over his friend in the passenger seat with his hand next to his mouth. he smiled brightly when he saw you finally looking at him. his hair was green, contrasting every other decoration in his car that you could spot (everything in there was white). with his freckles, he looked like a tanned strawberry. he looked like a tourist, a small little volleyball sparkling on his chest on a silver chain and a pink floral printed shirt. his shades were golden, perched right behind a spring of hair on his head.
you couldn't see his friend from the way that he was pressing himself into the passenger seat, but you could tell he was much taller than the car itself.
"your smart car looks so cool!" he called out to you and he stuck his thumb out, winking at you. you blushed a little. a cute guy, in a cute smart car, complimenting you? something like that has only happened in your dreams and you squashed those dreams maybe a year ago. you swallowed and gave a complimenting smile back towards him.
"why thank you," you said, "mr. carrot top," you teased, sliding your sunglasses down over your eyes. you could see his stunned expression though the tinted view of your glasses before his grin returned.
"your banana go kart can't compete with the white damba here," he laughed at you, pretending to caress the dashboard of his smartcar. you scoffed at him, pressing your foot down on the pedal. your car practically whined when you did that, mr. carrot top doesn't know who he's messing with.
to anyone else who was listening to you trying to race the 'white damba' (as he put it), someone would have laughed hysterically at you both. your car sounded like a toy car that you moved back for it shoot forward.
"you wanna bet?" you stuck your tongue out at him before glancing up at the light to check if it was still red. it felt like you've been here forever.
the guy looked at your and gripped his steering wheel looking away before making eye contact with you again, "you can't hear it, but i'm pressing on the petal too," he said with a cheeky smile. oh right, because it's electric. you barked out a small laugh before nodding your head at him. you felt giddy, as if you were middle school again by doing something so silly.
"what do i get if i win?" you looked back over at him, smile smile idly playing on your lips. you didn't miss the way he licked his.
"maybe i'll give you a kiss?" his thumb tapped on the wheel and his friend put a hand up to their head. you know for a fact that he was probably muttering something but you couldn't exactly hear it. you could imagine what this interaction was feeling like for his friend right now.
"that feels like more a reward for you if you win, how about your number instead?" you winked again at him. you looked up quickly at the red light you sat at, seeing other cars start to slow down in front of you. you would be moving again soon.
"first one to the wendy's parking lot wins then?" he pushed his glasses down over his eyes and looked forward again, both hands gripping the wheel again. you snorted lightly before getting ready to race him too. you were pretty sure you knew which wendy's he was talking about.
the cars that were passing in front of you had fully stopped now and you knew it was any millisecond now when it would finally be your turn. you took one last glance at carrot top before looking back and the light turning green.
your foot slammed so quick on the pedal and your poor little tires worked so hard the moment you did that - you were more than certain that you left little tire marks on ground. the whine of your engine was anything but quiet and you lurched back into your seat with whatever horsepower your car had. the needle on your dashboard went into the red zone, something that you've never accomplished.
next to you, you could see the white damba zoom a little quicker than your car and you grit your teeth. a kiss from him doesn't sound bad (and you were sure that it wouldn't feel bad either) but you, for one, would hate to lose. your car pushed you forward with every gear shift, elbows chicken-boning each time it did.
it hadn't been longer than six seconds until you finally pulled out level with the white damba, not even sparing a glance at it's cute driver. instead focusing on the quickly approaching wendy's sign. your speedometer was pushing into the 50's now with 45 being the speed limit for the road you were currently on.
you were only hoping that there were no cops around or speed cameras out to catch your license plate number.
you had barely just pulled ahead of the white damba before your indicator was on and you drifted into the wendy's parking lot. you were more than certain that you would have to take your poor car to the mechanic after this whole ordeal. you narrowly missed the light pole in the parking lot trying to park your quickly with the white damba following your exact moves. the adrenaline was pumping through more than just your veins, making your heart throb.
you tried to keep your breaths even, more alarm by yourself because of what you just did. racing a complete stranger because they were cute and in another smart car. is this all that it takes for you to be irrational?
a cute face? you looked in your rearview mirror watching the white damba pull up, you barely caught a glance of the man's face before it moved out of view.
you sighed heavily, yea, it was.
he pulled up next to him, honking his horn and it sounded exactly like a tiny honk coming from a child. you looked over at him, the cockiest smile that you could muster on your face.
"didn't think that you could beat me honestly," he said whilst unbuckling himself from his seat. his friend however didn't even move but you could hear him muttering again. the guy stepped out of his car and so you took the hint to do that same.
after stepping out, you placed a hand down on your hip, "so does this mean i get your number?" you grinned.
"can i at least tell you my name before you do? so it isn't just cool smart car guy?" he grinned at you. he's a bit of a smooth talker isn't he? you shook your head at him and smiled.
"the number will do," you reached through your window to grab your phone, "for now at least."
in the side mirror of your car you could see the guy fist bump the air furiously as in a way of victory. he acted so boyishly despite the devious flirting he was doing with you at the stop light. you pulled up the contacts on your phone and put in for the contact name 'race loser' before handing it to him.
"tha-" he stopped short seeing the name and frowned, "race loser? really?" he scoffed and typed his number in.
you sent a message to the phone hearing an instant cheap ringtone in response. was that his ringtone?
you jumped back into your car and waved back at him through the window. the carrot top went to the car window leaning into it.
"can i at least get your name?" he smiled at you. your heart lightly fluttered at the look of it before shaking your head - you were not about to give in so easily.
Tsukishima was not one foreign to the drink in the brown bottle but was foreign to you by his side whilst he drank.
Well, not exactly right next to him. You were across the table from him in his house, drinking across from him. You were wearing an ill-fitted sweatshirt and a baggy set of sweatpants, clearly someone who wasn't dressing to impressing.
You came over in a rush that night, under the agreement that you just hadn't seen him in ages and wanted to see him one more time before you left indefinitely for furthering your career. However, Tsukishima knew differently. He was smarter to know that you came here because you either needed an escape from your normal friends or a break from your house. He wondered what was up now, he wasn't really in the loop anymore.
Tsukishima would say it was his fault, but he's got too big of a pride to say anything other than that. You and him was just something that wouldn't come to be. At least that's what he thinks and he's normally correct.
You took another swig and hacked a bit which caught his attention. Under the yellow light on his ceiling, you were bathed golden and he could see your lips glisten because of the liquor on them. Even with you rushing here, in what seemed to be more than second hand clothing, you were just so pretty. You had no make-up on, face maybe a little flushed because of your hacking. Tsukishima could blame the liquor all he wants, but he knew you looked absolutely beautiful.
He snickered at your fit, "keep your germs over there," and he hid his smile behind his own bottle. You looked over at him with a small glare, but it melted away with a grin of your own. You then started to down your drink again and Tsukishima watched.
After suckling down the drink in your hands you blew out a loud breath, "that hits the spot, beautiful burn!" you cheered with a smile. Out of the corner of your eye, Tsukishima made eye contact with you and he blamed the burn in his stomach to be from the liquor.
"Amateur," he muttered into his bottle before trying to down it as quick as he possibly could. His eyes shut, trying to focus solely on the drinking at hand but he could hear you shuffling across from him. He peeked an eye open to see you shaking your fist at him, a smile stretching wide across your lips.
It started off quiet, your voice not carrying in his tiny living room until it started to ring in his ears as you chanted the word 'chug'.
He felt like he was back in college again, you doing the same thing with the both of you at a frat party. He's only known you from college, regrettably, because he believes he was at his peak in high school. Especially for when he was playing volleyball - how much he would've loved to see your short-ass (anyone 1 cm shorter than him) cheering for him in the stands. You would have been yelling for him the same way that you are yelling at him to chug this damned bottle.
Tsukishima's throat was a little sore when he finally took the bottle off of his lips to fully look at you. The buzz that was there in the beginning was more than just a little strong now.
You ended your chant with a big cheer and shot to your feet, empty bottle still in your hand. Tsukishima only saw you teleport from the floor to the air. Boy did it confuse his poor soul and he almost fell backwards out of drunken surprise.
You giggled a little at the sight because you definitely saw it, so he adjusted his glasses.
"I still did it better than you," he mumbled, putting his empty bottle down. He was done drinking for the night, he's not the best at suppressing his actions when he's drunk. His eyes flitted from between you and the various empty cans or bottles behind you, clearly you weren't thinking the same thing. Soon enough he was going to tell you that you need to stop drinking. If he didn't, he would be sucked in to drinking some more as well and again he doesn't trust his drunk self.
Now he knows he's had too much to drink, revisiting feelings he keeps convincing himself sober that he doesn't have.
"Wake-up you dino," you were lounging on the floor now, swinging a bottle between your fingers and looking up at the ceiling. Tsukishima's face twisted a bit when you called him a dino, you've been calling him that ever since you caught him in his dinosaur onesie cracking his back.
You both just stood in the hallway of his apartment in silence before you quietly turned away.
Tsukishima shifted where he sat to stretch out his knees, glancing down at you. You were no longer smiling but instead had your lips pressed together and eyes were instead glazed over.
He was silent moving next to you, he knew when he was needed and to not speak. To instead let you talk to him instead of him forcing you. You sniffled a little, not looking in his direction. Your hand was no longer swinging around a bottle and instead just resting next to your side.
"I have to let you know before I leave," you choked back a little on your words, it was hard enough for Tsukishima to understand you because of the apparent slurring of words. Tsukishima looked down from the ceiling and went to lay on his back, turning his head to look at you.
He knows your flushed cheeks weren't solely because of the liquor but because of how close you were to crying. He just didn't know what and he was confused on how to approach it, so he stayed silent listening.
"It hurts, I know, I know that I-I've tried to distract myself-" you had to stop yourself from speaking because of the sudden hiccup you had. Tsukishima was well aware of what you were talking about. You had a lot of boyfriends over the span of two years. You had a strict 'no boys or girls' rule ever since he knew you. It was partly why he was constantly denying himself of how he felt about you. But up until two years ago, you all of a sudden had a new one, one right after the other.
You never seemed bothered about the break-ups, thankfully, on your end at least.
"But I couldn't even bring myself to kiss them!" you exclaimed, your arms flailed out and nearly smacked him in the face. He narrowly dodged you and just kept staring at you incredulously. All those men, at least 14, he remembers them all. He's always had such a good memory too, so it wasn't hard.
You coughed a little, "every time I tried, all I would see is your face," you sobbed out. Tsukishima's eyes widened just a bit after hearing you admit that to him. You turned your head, eyes rimmed red now and very subtle traces of tears coming down your cheeks. Normally he would have 'tched' at you before showing you tough love. But, that's not what you needed right now. That much he could tell.
Tsukishima watched you sniffle aggressively, "I can't say, I can't say I don't like-like you Kei," the last part came out barely audible but Tsukishima heard it loud and clear.
He sat up slowly and you followed him with your eyes. What was he supposed to do about this? He shouldn't take advantage of it and make you suffer even more for when you have to leave. If he acted on it too much, you might just stay and he couldn't do that to you.
So he did what any other irrational, slightly drunk man would do.
He leaned down and gave you a light kiss on the lips, one both of you closed your eyes to. One that was gentle because you needed gentle right now. It didn't last more than a couple seconds before he pulled away and looked at you. His heart thumped at the sight of your eyes still closed, lips slightly puckered.
He's waited years to kiss you and now that he finally has - he can't just let go of it right?
"If it's that bad, I might just have to come with you then," he smirked down at you. At that comment, your eyes flew open at him, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Yes, it was probably irrational for him to say that out of the blue. But as he stared at your right now, his brain is muddled with the endless things he'd do with you guys together because he knew you liked him too.
It was okay to be irrational every once in a while for you.
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(extended ending)
the next few weeks were filled with him making phone calls every waking hour and you asking him (every waking hour) if he was sure that he wanted to come with you. tsukishima isn't a very patient man but he answered with no hesitation every time you asked.
every time he'd reassure you with a kiss on your forehead and a gentle hug. he'd feel you relax in his hold, molding slightly against him, before letting go and continuing to get his life straight enough for him to leave with you.
he had to get a new job, call up that annoying kuroo to help him secure things he wasn't sure how to do. he had to swallow his pride for that. he called family members, old friends, teammates, and just about everyone that was close to him to let him know he was leaving the country with you.
and the next few years after that, tsukishima can proudly say, with watching you waddle around the house pregnant, it was not something he regret or could ever regret.
even when you have him running to the convenience store in his footie-dino pj's to get you butter-pickle slices.
*no but seriously his neck is unreal i made it too long dude but i already sharpied it. but here is koji hiroo with mafia sprinkle)
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warnings: (what type of mafia boss would it be without warnings) suggestive , typical 18+, virgin ho, gun, knife
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Deep breaths, in and out. Your heart was one of the few things you could hear in the room. It was dark out, long since the sun had set. In your hands, a bag you were gripping so tight that you were certain your nails were going to tear the gloves.
Sitting in the corner on the opposite side of the room was a man with his legs crossed and his eyes narrowed at the other two gentlemen in the room. Their voices were just barely above whispers.
"Koji, sir, we made sure that the bag was right here-"
"I'm sure as hell that I didn't suck the bag into my ass, you need to find my bag or you're going to find my foot up your ass," Koji said. The bag that they were talking about was the one that was in your hands.
It was supposed to be a job that got you in and out of the place tout suite. But now that you were in, you couldn't get out. Every breath you took was a risk, it seemed the man sitting down - Koji you believe - had hyper senses. His eyes were always searching the room, occasionally they would flit past you which would make you hold your breath.
He knew you were here he was just trying to make you suffer.
You looked to the left and eyed down the shut door. If you were lucky enough - not to mention, fast - you could make it out of here. The two men searching the room were getting closer and closer to your hiding spot. It wouldn't be much longer until they found you with the way that rummaged through practically everything.
Your throat was much more than dry at this point, swallowing proved to do nothing in trying to cool your nerves, yet you did it anyway.
One of the men came a little closer to you now, you could tell by the noise they were making. They really where searching every nook and cranny that they could get their hands on. It was now or never else their meaty paws would be all over your body. Slightly adjusting the mask on your face to make sure you couldn't be identified, you made a dash for the door.
It was a slight movement at first that you made that gained Koji's attention initially. Then it was the rapid speed that you ducked out from under the table and pushed past the guy who was about to grab you.
"Fucking grab her would you idiots," Koji semi-yelled at the two men. They were quick to interact, a silent language between the two of them as they coordinated to trap you inside the room.
You watched the door be quickly blocked off with the guard's massive stature and with its closure your heart shriveled at any chance of making it out of here. You stopped running and stood still, very aware of the man behind you, the one in front of you, and the one next to you.
There was laughter from Koji who was still sitting on the chair.
"So you're the one who took the bag?" and more to himself muttered, "aren't you a sad excuse for a burglar," and then he stood, the chair screeching across the floor as it was pushed back. He took his sweet time walking over to you, only one eye visible with the other being blocked completely by his black fringe.
Black, hooded eyes gleamed with curiosity and slight annoyance as they eyed you down. A black fire tattoo trailed down his neck and the rest of it was hidden underneath the suit he wore.
He stopped in front you, towering above you.
"What's your name sweet cheeks?" he smirked down at you. Worry was pooling around in your gut as he stared at you, you couldn't read his emotions anymore. Your hands still held the bag, the weight of it nearly forgotten because you were scared.
You looked around the room, it looked to be trashed now and the men in it seemed to be quite relaxed despite the massive mess.
"Why would I tell you that," you answered, looking back at his face. His one eye visible had a long scar over it, you knew where he got it from as well.
"Don't make this more difficult on yourself baby," he raised a hand to caress your mask-covered face. You didn't flinch at the contact but instead continued to stare at him. He was being oddly gentle towards you.
Koji Hiroo was a man who was known for his sarcastic comments and the unrealistically cruel way he tortured people. He made them torture themselves from the way he picked at their brains. His notoriety was well known, it was actually how you ended up here in the first place.
Money is money and you have quite an affinity for it.
Koji leaned down to your ear and your grip tightened on the bag, "if you're thinking of swinging that bag at me, I will make sure to break every limb in your body," he whispered lowly into your ear. Your heart dropped into your stomach - you were too obvious with your movements. He knew.
You looked at his smirk from the corner of your eye before swallowing dryly. There had to be another way of which you could get out of this.
"Well," your throat scratched, "what is it that you want?" you tried squaring your shoulders, but the amount of dread in your body stopped you from doing so. His eyes gleamed when you asked him that question, as if he'd been waiting for a long time.
He turned and gestured for you take a seat on the chair that he was just sitting on, "go on and take a seat dear," he smiled, his teeth shining in the dim room.
You watched him, eyes not leaving him as you strutted over to the chair and sat down. Your hands still gripped the bag as you set it down next to you.
"You two may leave," he didn't give the two men a glance as he said this. The taller one started to leave without question, but the shorter one stayed his eyes narrowed at you.
"Sir, let me take care of her. I know how to handle thieving brats-" he began. You watched as Koji slowly turned around, glaring at the shorter guard. The taller one looked back quickly before grabbing the shirt collar of the shorter one.
"Sakishima, leave now," his voice had no room for further questioning.
He bowed and started to walk away, shoving the taller guard's hand off of him.
"Make sure he stays out of here Kugiri," Koji said and Kugiri nodded before following Sakishima out. The door closed with an audible noise and Koji turned to look at you again.
He didn't say anything and stared at you, eyes watching with a slight interest. It felt unnerving to be scrutinized as you were. It took everything you had not to squirm under his gaze.
"You should take off your mask," his hand went into his pockets. You blinked at him - like hell you would.
You didn't make a move to take off your mask and he yawned slightly before taking his hands out his pockets and shifting his hands so you could see the gleam of his gun. You stiffened, your gut wrenching at the sight of it.
He only looked down at you as you sat on the chair watching his gun with strict eyes. It only took his fingers brushing against the gun to get you to set yourself into action, pulling the mask that hid your identity off.
He silently held his hand out and placed the mask in his hand, watching him chuck it off somewhere in the room. Then Koji continued to stare at you, peacefully glad that he could get a proper look at you.
The photos didn't do any justice.
The bag that you held in your hands was useless to him - he only just set it up this way so it seemed that it was. He knew you were tight on money and what a whore you were for it. But he couldn't just walk up to your apartment and give it to you without being sure that you'd follow him back.
Koji planned everything from the start.
He wanted you for nearly a month or two now. A month or two too long if he really thought about it. You fell on the ground trying to avoid walking into him when he waltzed down the sidewalk one day. Koji loved how you seemed so meek, never would he thought (after gathering intel on you), that you were a crafty little thief.
That little ploy you did, falling on the ground, was coverup for swapping his wallet and robbing his ass. Any other man would have been killed on sight or left mentally damaged, but you had the balls to rob him. A very strong asset to have.
"Mind telling me when you're going to stop staring at me and talk?" you asked. He nearly scoffed at the tone of voice you were using - trying hard too hard to sound confident and fearless. But he knew better, only amateurs couldn't tell the difference.
Koji had been staring at you for more than a couple minutes, and to say it was frightening was not enough for a description. You felt like melting in your seat for every second that passed. His black eyes not moving, barely blinking in your direction as he watched you.
"I want you to be by my side," Koji shoved his hands back in his pockets. You sat there, hands in your lap, staring right back up at him. The air in the room started to feel clammy and it wasn't helping your muddled mind in understanding the situation as of present. Koji Hiroo wants you by his side after him catching you in robbing him. Your fingers dug into the material of your pants - if you said no, what would he do to you?
Koji was silent whilst you tried to weigh the options in your mind - deluded for thinking you even had a choice in the first place.
He took a step closer to you and took his hands out of his pockets. What he was doing, you had no idea but you leaned further away from him in the chair you were sitting on.
Koji seemed really talkative in the beginning, when there were other people in the room, but he was more than silent now. You didn't liked being picked apart with his eyes, no longer having a mask to hide your emotions.
A sigh went from the room and Koji leaned close into your space, placing his hands on the arm rests of the chair.
His breath ran a race along the skin of your ear as he leaned his mouth close to your ear, "do you need any convincing then?" he whispered into your ear. You didn't dare try to look at him or answer his question.
It's not as if he really needed a verbal answer, your body's response was enough for him.
You hadn't even noticed it yourself either - the small quaking of your form. The labored breathing you were trying to control, even your leg was bouncing in nervousness.
"I don't know what you mean," you said, voice holding on to a small quiver at the end of your words. Koji obviously picked it up with no trouble and took his hands off the sides of the chair. Choosing to instead place them on your arms. You were cold, despite being dressed in a skin-tight, long-sleeved black shirt.
His hands weren't over the top warm on your body, but they were warm enough to raise goosebumps through the fabric of your long-sleeve.
"You know exactly what I mean," he more muttered than said as Koji leaned in to press his face against your neck. The shape of his face was pressing into the junction of your neck and shoulder. He was breathing shallowly into your skin, his heated breath made you shiver so terribly that he found it just adorable.
Koji watched you shiver with every breath he took into your neck, absolutely thrilled with the reaction you were giving him.
"I think you just might need to explain to me, what exactly you- oh-" you were cut off from whatever you were saying, it probably wasn't important anyway, when Koji licked your neck.
It was a tiny kitten lick, that trailed slightly upwards to where your ear was.
"Sorry, you were saying something?" you could feel his lips pull against your skin, tantalizing teasing your neck. You swallowed, he was making you tremble.
Your hand had long stopped clutching the bag, but instead clutched the black jeans that covered your legs. Koji's hand massaged your biceps as he continued to breathe in your neck. Not attempting another kitten lick against your skin.
"I was saying- uhm-" Koji's tongue interrupted you again. This time it traveled down to your collarbone and he left a light kiss against it. You took a shuttered breath and Koji watched with fascination at the way it looked. He was dying to just see more of you - the pictures that he had wasn't enough.
And getting you to beg for him was waning his patience thin.
Your fingers let go of your jeans to instead grip at his forearms, trying to pull him off of you and he did initially. Only to get a good look at the face you were making from him just licking your neck.
You thought you were keeping your composure quite well, but if you were to look at yourself through the mirror - you'd know you were just lying to yourself. You knew you looked like a horny mess.
But Koji fucking loved it. If this was the reaction he got from this little of stimulation, just imagine if he were to have you completely. Not that he won't, yet.
"Please let me talk," you managed to stutter out, brain still melted from the small stimulation he made on your neck. The area burned and yearned to be stimulated more. If you didn't have any dignity, you'd have stuck your neck out for him again.
"Alright, speak then," he smirked before grabbing your forearms to fling you to your feet. You barely managed to catch yourself when he did so, clearly still a little lost at mind. Koji took a seat into the chair instead, spreading his legs.
Pants pulling taut against the lean muscle underneath.
You swallowed again, "what do you mean by your side?" you asked, fingers fidgeting against your side as you did. You felt like a child in his presence, was he doing this on purpose?
"Unless you'd rather be on top of me love," he reached out and yanked you on top of his lap by your forearm. You lost your footing easily, falling on top of him with your nose shoved up almost in his ear. He shivered when he felt you breath out in surprise against his ear, Koji was having too much fun with this.
You didn't have a response to that, mainly because of the shock you were experiencing (and a tiny amount because of arousal).
Your hands were pressed against him firmly and he rose your face from his ear.
"You should get rid of those jeans dear," Koji's hands ran against the jeans. You could barely feel them but you didn't really intend on taking them off.
"I don't think I should," you shifted your legs so now they were hanging off either side of him. Doing so left your groin right above his and Koji was really aware of this. His hands went to your hips before pushing them down so you could now feel his hardening length against your most private areas.
Koji grinned even more looking at your reaction, keeping in mind of how warm you felt down here in contrast to your cooler body. Just the heat that was coming from your vagina was addicting to him already.
"Listen, I can't. I have, I have a life and family, a family that-" you stammered out but Koji cut you off again but dragging one hand up underneath your shirt. Pressing lightly onto the skin his hand was in contact with, drawing such a pretty groan from your lips.
Koji looked up at you and you were biting your lip, "oh sorry, were you saying something?" he smiled earnestly at the furrowed brow you gave him. Koji watched your reactions, analyzing every little thing you did and you were very much aware of it.
His brooding eyes seemed never look away from you and it was embarrassing. Not to mention terrifying to be on the lap of a mafia boss. He could end your life but it genuinely feels like he's beginning it with the way his touch affects you.
"But I also can't because it's," you looked away from him, Koji could see the hesitation in your face. With just the way your face contorted with an abundance of emotions dancing across your face but he couldn't discern. He gnawed on the inside of his cheek.
"Listen," Koji mumbled leaning into your body by pressing you harder against him, "there's only so much pliancy from you that I can take," he exhaled onto her neck. His hand on her hip pressed down once more so you two were now effectively grinding your crotch's. The other slid out of your shirt to place his palm on your ass that was so prettily pushed out because of the way you were positioned.
Your hands moved from his chest and now rested on the sides of his neck, seemingly afraid to grab him. You didn't know the limits of this man - and you most definitely didn't want to cross any line.
Koji's hips rotated, keeping a steady friction between the two of you. Just barely did you throw your head back from the steady friction between the two of you, heat foreign to you beginning to storm it's way around your navel. Fuck.
He really loved the expression you held on your face right now - one of shock and pleasure. Probably his favorite expression on you thus far.
"Oh please continue with what you were saying," he grinned before laying to feast on your neck. He knew you wouldn't be able to operate with him like this and it was such a egotistical moment for him. He was sure to be able to leave marks, not even afraid to nip you.
You were not afraid to grip on to him anymore, that long gone when your fingers let go of his neck to instead tease his scalp with your fingers. The groan this man let loose vibrated your entire being - filling you a sense of pride.
You didn't even notice Koji slipping his entire arm around you press you harder into him while the other traveled to his pant leg - pulling a tiny blade. You didn't protest as he used it to aggressively cut away your jeans, showing the same amount of eagerness as you unbuttoned his pants.
Your pretty pink panties were on display to him and soon gone when he sliced it off of your body. Your fingers on one hand trace pretty patterns on v-line while the other shakily pulled down the zipper.
You were more than eager and it did more than show because Koji heard it when you let out a hushed 'Hiroo' when his fingers brushed against the lips of your pussy. He pulled his head out of your neck to look at his fingers and what a mess you made out of them.
"Jesus Christ," he strained himself to say, extremely turned on by the sight of his digits drenched in your slick. You were dazed when you looked too, not even in the slightest embarrassed. However, awake, when you watched him with owlish eyes when he sucked them into his mouth.
Koji didn't look away from you as he sucked his fingers clean of you.
"Fuck, you taste good," was the first thing he said as his fingers popped from his mouth. You only licked your lips in response before leaning forward abruptly and smashing your lips onto his.
You wanted to taste what you tasted like too, with a light seasoning of Koji as well.
It didn't taste good - more funny that anything else but by the gods did was it so erotic. Koji was shocked at first being so kissed abruptly but he welcomed it with an open mouth and an greedy tongue. It ran over your gums, stroking your own tongue, even trying to shove itself down your throat. It wasn't a gentle kiss by all means, it was one that made you both try and shrug off your shredded jeans.
His cock was already sprung, pressing hard against the confines of his boxers through the hole where you somehow managed to unzip his pants. His voice rumbled in his throat and stopped kissing you to more accurately slice and dice your jeans when he wasn't successful with pushing them off.
There were shreds of your jeans on the floor beneath you and Koji went back to devouring your mouth as he lifted you, trying his best to position you.
Feeling the tip prodding at your sopping lips, you panicked and felt dread dropping your stomach. You pushed off his lips but that didn't stop him as he went to mark your neck up even more.
"Wait, I'm a-"
Koji slammed you down and your voice caught in your throat, he already knew what you were going to say but he had no strength to say it as a moan tore through his body at the feel of you. Absolutely divine you felt, walls not familiar with the intrusion and something more than you slick was dripping out of shivering cunt.
It hurt so bad.
"A virgin?" Koji breathed onto your neck. Your fingers were not shy of tearing into his hair and pulling. Koji didn't wait much longer until shallowly thrusting into you.
Never mind, it hurt so good.
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dude i used a thesaurus writing this.
but, peep mafia man and his lil virgin kitty soft paws (thief if u haven't see puss in boots)
the last part for haters to lovers with kageyama ! you can read part 1 and 2 for it to make better sense.
but, part 3 is going to be more spicy so if this is what you're here for lol
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warnings: very light spice. like a bb sprinkle.
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You were fighting again, what a big surprise. Hinata had long since stopped trying to get you guys to like each other, making the ridiculous claim every time you guys fight 'just admit you love each other'.
As if.
Your feelings for him, obviously hatred, had only been growing for these past years.
"You're clearly going senile," he said in a snide voice reeling you back into reality with a glare, "zoning out of the blue."
You pushed back away from him, moving further away from on the sidewalk. You two started fighting again, but this time outside and the both of you alone in the middle of the night. Hinata had long since jogged ahead, no wanting to hear you two bicker with him being the middle. You understood, it had to have been tiring when it's all you ever hear.
"Sorry," you looked at him from the corner of your eye, "I don't associate myself with anyone who has virgin lips," you finished. You smiled widely seeing the nickname take its desired effect on him. His shoulder bunching up and his death eyes staring right back at you.
He snuffed at you, "how do you know if I have virgin lips,"
"Because you have too big of an ego to kiss anyone on your own unless they begged to be kissed first," you answered immediately. You could see him huff next to you, crossing his arms roughly, "and you're ugly."
"I know I'm not ugly," he responded.
You scoffed at him, "your mom tell you that?"
Kageyama, though flustered, managed to call you a dumbass under his breath. You looked in front of you again, the sidewalk looked to be infinite with the way the darkness hugged everything. You slid your face deeper into the scarf around your neck, it was colder out tonight.
"Are you cold?" you looked over at him, his hands were stuffed into his pockets and he wasn't looking at you.
"Yea," you nodded and look forward again. Your jacket was not doing much against the cold.
"Should've worn thicker clothing then dumbass," he snickered next to you.
You turned your face up at him, "you act like such a child, you're 27. You don't look like you're much better off," you could hear him curse you under his breath again.
"I'm a volleyball player, I've been conditioned for temperature like this, you're the dumbass here," he replied. You looked down at the ground.
"Whatever you say virgin lips," you muttered. He still believed that you kissed someone before him and you were not going to tell him otherwise. This is best leverage you've had on him ever since you met him. Kageyama had thin lips, but they never seemed to be chapped.
You could feel your heartbeat speed up a little, just looking at him peeved you apparently. You continued to stare at him, the distant thought you pushed away nearly 6 years coming back up. Kageyama being an attractive guy.
"Why are you staring at me like a dumbass," Kageyama was looking at you now, but your eyes weren't on his. They were still on his lips.
"I'm not a dumbass you asshole," you looked away in a huff.
"You were staring at my lips weren't you," he said cockily and you quickened your pace, "oi, slow down dumbass," and he started walking fast too.
God, you started to jog away from him.
"You can't run from me, I'm a professional player," he said from behind but you didn't care and started to sprint away.
You were just caught staring at his lips. You hated him so much, yet why did you continue to hang out with him if you really disliked him as much as you did. You were running out of breath and looked behind you. Kageyama was only lightly jogging after you instead of full on sprinting like you were.
Hinata should have still been around here, you were bound to run into him at one point because he jogged up ahead not too long ago. You all three were heading home together, he wouldn't just leave you two.
As soon as you thought that, Hinata's orange head came into view.
"Hinata!" you cried out and he turned around to see you sprinting down the sidewalk directly into him.
"What is it, did you two stop love-fighting each other yet?" Hinata asked. You were on your knees, struggling to get some air into your system when you gave him an incredulous look.
"I'm running from Kageyama," you tried to say but it came out more like a wheeze. Your lungs burned while you stood up straight again, being wary for whenever Kageyama would come into view again.
Hinata sighed, "you both are childish. Just hash it out like you always do-" he was cut off when a male voice called out your name. You both turned in the direction from where it came from and it was Kageyama now sprinting in your direction.
"y/n!" he yelled out again and you turned, booking it in the other direction. You were already tired and running away from Kageyama was useless, so why were you doing it?
It wasn't long before Kageyama caught up to you, barely out of breath when he finally reached you. You however had to bend over again with your hands on your knees heaving again.
"Why are you such a dumbass, you kept running. Now look at you, bent over and breathless," if your ears weren't already red, they sure were now.
"Shutup, I don't want to hear you," you got off your knees and stood up straight against him again. He took this as a challenge and got up in your face too.
"Too bad then,"
You glared at him, puffs of air visible as you still struggled to get your bearings together, "I don't want to see you either,"
"Then look away," he responded and stepped closer to you. He was right, you could just look away and if you hated him so much you could have always just avoided him for years. But you didn't. You kept seeking out his company to bother him and say that you hated him.
Shit, maybe you didn't hate him. Your stomached clenched along with your heart when you thought of that. Had you been lying to yourself for the past decade just because he called you a dumbass? Hinata had long since cleared that incident up, but that didn't stop you from 'hating' him.
It felt weird but eerily calming to be glaring at the man who you believed you hated for the past decade. Him glowering right back at you as well.
"Listen, virgin lips-" he interrupted you with a snort, "- you don't stop talking and I'll shut you up,"
"That's not how-"
"Virgin lips," you took a step closer.
"No-"
"Virgin Lips," crossed your arms, cutting him off again. He was more than visibly irritated. His fingers were clenching by his side as he kept getting more pissed at you. You could care less.
"Dumba-"
"Virgin lips," you cut him off once more. By now he was in your face, grumbling all to heaven and back.
"-ass-"
"Virg-" you were cut off this time by Kageyama roughly grabbing you by the shoulders and slamming his lips into yours.
He was warm. Maybe he wasn't lying when he said he was conditioned. His lips were thin, but at least they weren't chapped like you speculated for them to be. He was firm against you, barely even moving his lips against yours.
You really were lying to yourself when you said you hated him. You weren't feeling hatred right now, but content. It felt weird to have your heart swell around in your chest, you used to associate it with hatred.
When he pulled away, there was a daze in his eye and a blush on his face that you knew didn't come from the cold.
"I no longer have virgin lips," he said, licking them as if for good measure.
"Me too," you said. When you did, whatever daze he was in was gone for good when he eyed you down. They were wide before they narrowed down into impossible slits.
"So you were lying huh? You damn dumbass," you stuck your tongue at him and he licked his lips again.
"You're the dumbass here for believing it dumbass," you turned away from him and started to walk again, "this doesn't change the fact that I still hate you,"
"You have a funny way of showing hate dumbass and I like it," he snickered behind you. Then came the infamous bickering you two shared constantly, but now you two knew neither of you actually ever meant it.
(in the distance hinata is standing with a shit eating grin on his face. he just won the betting pool between yamaguchi and tsukishima. he totally called it and everything)
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i think i might have to edit this later but it was sitting in my drafts
