And love, will always be near spring.

Though my dear, nothing sticks around forever.

[xiansoria]

The season has started. Now opening the door to wonderland.

@pocoloverhuh is my friend <3

Welcome my darling, it’s nice to see you. What brings you here? Perhaps a nice chit-chat, or a request? Stories? What ever it may be, a warm hello is given.

This blog is mainly focused on Bungo Stray Dogs (and the other fandoms mentioned) but if your request is interesting enough, I may make it.

 

You may call me ‘Xian’, ‘Lusoria’, or ‘Soria’. 

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR (may change randomly)-

BUNGO STRAY DOGS

SAIKI K

KUROKO’S BASKETBALL

ALICE IN BORDERLAND

HAIKYUU

HUNTER X HUNTER

MORIARTY THE PATRIOT

THE CASE STUDY OF VANITAS

DR. STONE

Please do note that I do not write anything related to SA, rape, non-con, and etc.

credits to @toastray for the divider.

REQUEST BOX STATUS- OPEN, with the exception of smut, (apologies, I fear I cannot write smut.)

[showhay]

front row fever

— two world-class athletes forget they’re on camera and publicly implode over the same woman—who just so happens to wave at them.

MSBY!hinata shōyō x f!reader x schweiden adlers!kageyama tobio

fluff | request

you don’t know shameless until you meet these two.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

hinata shōyō didn’t think today would end with him trending worldwide for “emotionally combusting” at your concert, but life’s unpredictable like that.

it all started because he, bless his sunbeam heart, genuinely thought he could attend your idol concert unnoticed. hoodie on, mask up, bucket hat low—he looked like a hyperactive mushroom. msby had just won a huge game, and what better way to celebrate than screaming the lyrics of IDOL (YOASOBI) alongside a hundred thousand other people who loved you too?

except the universe, ever the dramatist, decided to add kageyama tobio to the mix.

standing three seats down.

in a trench coat.

and sunglasses.

at night.

if fashion crimes were punishable, hinata would’ve called the cops.

“no way,” hinata muttered, voice already cracking from disbelief. “no freaking way.”

the man turned, rigid, eyes barely visible behind the shades, but there was no mistaking that tense jawline.

“don’t look at me.” kageyama’s voice was low, muffled behind a black mask. “i’m incognito.”

“incogni—bro, you look like you’re here to rob a bank, not watch y/n! people are staring!”

“no, they’re not,” kageyama lied. people absolutely were. cameras were already out.

one girl whispered, “is that… kageyama tobio from the adlers? and hinata? are they—are they fighting?”

they were.

sort of.

see, when you appeared on stage, shimmering in pastel lights and that ethereal smile that could probably stop wars, both men forgot how to breathe. you’d debuted your new song IDOL, and the stadium practically vibrated with the sound of your name.

hinata gripped the barricade so hard his knuckles went white. “she’s so amazing,” he whispered, voice cracking like a teenager’s. “she waved at me! she waved—”

“she waved at the crowd, dumbass.”

“no, she waved at me! i made eye contact!”

“she can’t even see you,” kageyama hissed.

“she can feel my energy!”

and that’s how it started. the world’s two most famous volleyball players, both in the front row, bickering like middle schoolers during a concert.

then it escalated.

hinata, eyes wide and full of dangerous conviction: “i’ve been supporting her since her debut single!”

kageyama, cold but visibly unraveling: “i have her limited photocard set, all signed. you don’t.”

hinata gasped, offended. “oh yeah? i went to her pop-up café in shibuya and ate the pink omurice even though i’m allergic to eggs!”

“that’s not devotion, that’s stupidity.”

the entire row turned to watch. phones were up. someone screamed, “ARE THEY DATING YOU???”

you, mid-performance, twirled across the stage, glitter falling from your hair. you glanced down—and spotted them.

hinata froze like a deer in headlights. kageyama, usually cool and unreadable, looked like he’d just been electrocuted. your eyes lingered for half a second too long.

you smiled. waved.

it was over for them.

both men ascended into emotional orbit. hinata’s brain short-circuited so hard he started crying, trying to discreetly wipe his tears with his hoodie sleeve. kageyama muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “holy shit” under his breath.

someone filmed it.

actually, everyone filmed it.

the clip hit X (formerly twitter) within minutes.

@ ballsnspikes: yo WHY are hinata shōyō and kageyama tobio fighting in the FRONT ROW of y/n’s concert 😭😭😭

@ idoldefenseunit: “she waved at me” “she waved at the crowd” — men will literally battle for divine favor instead of going to therapy

@ msby4life: no bc hinata crying when y/n waved HELP.

@ adlersgang: kageyama whispering “holy shit” in 4k is my roman empire.

meanwhile, the official accounts—their official accounts—joined the chaos.

@ hinatashoyo: she smiled at me. that’s literally proof enough.

→ @ kageyamatobio: delusion.

→ @ hinatashoyo: you wouldn’t know a connection if it hit you in the face like my spike in high school.

→ @ kageyamatobio: correction: my set made your spike possible.

→ @ _fansforY/N: you two need a therapist and maybe a restraining order.

→ @ hinatashoyo: i already have one (the therapist, not the restraining order. yet).

it was like watching olympic-level gaslighting disguised as flirting.

but the fans ate it up.

#ynhinata started trending.

#ynkageyama followed five minutes later.

then #ynboth.

the fandom was at war.

one side claimed you and hinata were soulmates across light speed. another insisted your chemistry with kageyama was celestial twin flame coded.

a chaotic neutral faction simply tweeted, “poly is the only logical solution.”

and then you liked that tweet.

the internet detonated.

hinata texted bokuto in all caps: “SHE LIKED A POLY TWEET BRO WHAT DOES IT MEAN”

bokuto, ever unhelpful: “IT MEANS YOU’RE IN A LOVE TRIANGLE CONGRATS 🎉🎉🎉”

kageyama, meanwhile, typed:

“what does liking a tweet mean in 2025 terms” into google.

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in the next one, by the time your encore started, both were staring at you like men possessed by Cupid himself. the lights danced across your face, the music thumped, and in that moment, everything blurred except you.

hinata’s heart was racing faster than his vertical jump.

kageyama’s chest physically hurt from how hard he was trying not to smile.

you reached out toward the crowd again, fingers delicate under the stage light, and said softly into the mic,

“thank you for coming, everyone. i see some familiar faces tonight.”

hinata grabbed kageyama’s arm. “SHE RECOGNIZED US.”

“she said familiar faces, plural—”

“US, kageyama!”

“i will literally—”

and then you blew a kiss. right in their direction.

hinata nearly passed out. kageyama almost dropped to his knees.

the camera caught everything.

the next morning, you woke up to your phone vibrating nonstop.

thirty-seven notifications. fifty new mentions. the trending tab looked like this:

#y/nconcert #frontrowfever #hinatay/n #kageyamay/n #polyynhaikyuu #volleyballplayerdownbad

and then you saw it—

a fan edit.

the video slowed down, sparkles and romantic background music added, showing the exact moment you smiled, both boys looking at you like they’d seen god.

caption:

“when your #1 and #2 ranked volleyball players look at you like you hung the moon.”

the comments were a battlefield:

@ imjustahater: imagine being so delusional you think an idol smiled at you.

→ @ msbyfanclub: delusion? no, that’s faith.

@ kageyamastan: the way he blinked twice after she waved. i know that’s love.

@ hinatasholyenergy: hinata literally started crying. that’s devotion you can’t fake.

the public debate grew so heated that both teams’ PR departments had to issue statements:

“the players were attending a concert as fans and meant no disruption.”

meanwhile, the two were still tweeting.

@ hinatashoyo: she waved at me again in my dream btw.

→ @ kageyamatobio: that’s called wishful thinking.

→ @ hinatashoyo: no, it’s called manifestation.

→ @ y/n_official: good morning 🩷

they both immediately replied within seconds—

→ @ hinatashoyo: good morning!!! ☀️☀️☀️☀️

→ @ kageyamatobio: good morning. hope you’re resting well.

the fandom lost it.

the more they fought, the more people shipped them with you.

and somehow, you found it… kind of adorable.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a week later, you uploaded a soft acoustic cover to your channel—a stripped version of IDOL, recorded late at night. comments flooded in, praising your voice, your smile, the way your tone seemed “more tender lately.”

and maybe it was because you couldn’t stop replaying that concert in your head.

the way hinata had beamed up at you like sunlight personified.

the way kageyama’s eyes softened, just once, when you met his gaze.

it was ridiculous—two world-class athletes going feral in public—but also… sweet. painfully, endearingly human.

so, when your next concert came around and you noticed two familiar silhouettes front and center again—this time seated together, much to everyone’s confusion—you couldn’t help laughing.

hinata waved like a man possessed.

kageyama gave a tiny nod, face red all the way to his ears.

you leaned into the mic, smiling wide.

“i see my lucky charms again tonight.”

they both died on the spot.

the internet had a new headline:

“MSBY’s Hinata Shōyō and Adlers’ Kageyama Tobio go viral AGAIN for visibly ascending during Y/N’s concert.”

and this time, neither of them denied it.

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later, backstage, someone handed you a bouquet—bright orange lilies and pale blue hydrangeas tied together with a pastel pink ribbon.

two signatures on the card.

“you were incredible tonight.

we’d share the front row forever if we could.

— shōyō & tobio 💌”

you pressed the card to your chest and laughed softly, cheeks warm.

maybe, just maybe, you would.

and somewhere out there, two national athletes sneezed in unison, hearts doing somersaults.

their group chats were a mess.

the internet was on fire.

and your concert lights, still glowing in memory, felt like a promise that neither of them could ever let go of.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a: i wrote while being late for class, amazing. don’t be like nique kids, she studied ‘til 3am only to wake up at 6am.

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© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

iloveu

[xiansoria]

Unfortunately, the first thing my cousin has done coming to my house was beg me to reblog this post by Nique as she forgot her tumblr password. I’m sure you may know her, commonly referred to as “xian” (internet name seravalanko). Somewhat, I understand. Nique is a wonderful writer <3

(I find it amusing to see how different our personalities are online)

[ballsandbabes]

hello! idk if your requests are open, but if they are, then I just have one small request. can you write any character (or multiple if you'd like) from haikyuu/knb with idol!reader? reader is popular and all, and they have a huge fanbase that just adores them, and if you'd like—you can make it them being jealous, but thats optional. I think it'd be really cute to see that, but no pressure if you dont want to write it! im new to requesting here... love your writing btw!

Thank you for waiting. Since you didn't name any specific characters, I chose some that I thought would be interesting. Thank you for your request and for waiting. I hope you like it. <3

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authors note: y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3

pairing: x fem!reader

summary: multiple characters with a popular idol s/o

genre: romance, starpower <3

word count: 6.2k

Taiga Kagami

Taiga never thought he’d be the kind of guy to get nervous scrolling through social media. Basketball? Fine. Cameras in his face after a game? Whatever. But seeing you — smiling on stage, sparkling under blinding lights — surrounded by fans shouting your name? Yeah, that was something else entirely.

“Man, she’s really something…” he muttered under his breath, staring at a short clip of your group LAVEE performing on TV. You were front and center, voice strong, dancing with that same energy that drew him to you in the first place.

“Oi, Kagami, you’re spacing out again,” Himuro teased from the couch,“Watching your girlfriend’s concert instead of practicing?”

Kagami shot him a glare, “Shut up. I did practice already.”

But even after Himuro left, Kagami found himself replaying the video. The cheering crowd, the endless gifts, the way your name trended online every single day. It wasn’t that he wasn’t proud—he was, more than anything—but sometimes… it hit him how different your worlds were.

___ _ _ _

Later that week, you finally had a free evening, and Kagami was already at your door, holding a takeout bag awkwardly behind his back. You opened it with a smile, hair tied up, comfy hoodie instead of your usual glamorous outfit.

“Hey Taiga,” you said softly, voice warm and a little tired.

“Hey doll,” he replied, suddenly shy,“Uh, I brought food. Thought you might not have eaten yet.”

You grinned,“You know me too well.”

The two of you settled on the couch, the TV playing softly in the background. Kagami tried to act normal, but his mind kept circling back to the same thought.

You noticed, of course. You always did.

“Taiga,” you said between bites of your food,“you’re quiet tonight.”

He froze mid-chew,“Huh? Nah, just tired—”

You tilted your head, the corners of your lips curving slightly. “You’ve seen the new performance video, huh?”

Caught.

He scratched the back of his head,“Yeah, I mean… yeah. You were amazing.”

“Mmhm.” You leaned in, teasingly,“But?”

He sighed, shoulders dropping. “It’s just—damn, you have so many fans. They all love you, and… I get it, you’re incredible. I just—” He groaned,“I don’t know, it’s stupid.”

You reached over, tugging gently at his sleeve. “It’s not stupid.”

He looked at you then, eyes a little uncertain. “Sometimes I feel like I’m watching someone everyone wants, and I just… get lucky enough to have you look back.”

You laughed softly, moving closer until your head rested on his shoulder. “You think you got lucky? Taiga, I’m the one who got lucky. Do you have any idea how nice it feels to come home to someone who doesn’t see me as just ‘LAVEE’s center’? You don’t care about the lights or the image—you just see me.”

He blinked, caught off guard by how easily you said it.

“I like your cooking,” you continued,“The way you get flustered when I tease you. The way you cheer louder than anyone when I come to your games. That’s the stuff that makes me feel normal again.”

Kagami let out a small breath, tension easing from his shoulders. “You really mean that?”

You nodded, smiling up at him,“Every word.”

He grinned, cheeks faintly red,“Good. ’Cause I’m not letting any of your fans steal you away.”

You giggled. “Jealous, huh?”

“I’m not jealous!” he protested immediately, ears burning,“I just—okay, maybe a little. But only because you’re mine.”

You leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “And you’re mine, superstar.”

The two of you stayed like that—quiet, content, far away from the noise of cameras and arenas. Just Kagami and you, sharing takeout and laughter, each a little envious of the other’s world, but grateful to meet in the middle.

Aomine Daiki

Daiki was proud. Very proud. After all you were his. The favourite member of the popular idol group Lavee.

He had seen thousands of people scream before. Usually, it was when he landed a dunk that shook the whole gym. Or when he proofed his love to you. He loved these little sounds of yours. But this? This was different: A department store as big as a football stadium. Bright lights, hushed voices and chaos. And in the middle of it all, there you were. He was standing in the back of a massive fan event — and every single person was screaming for you. For his girl.

“LAVEE! LAVEE! LAVEE!” “Y/n! I love you!”

Aomine watched as you smiled and waved, your signature charm lighting up the entire room. He wasn’t one to admit it out loud, but he couldn’t look away. You were magnetic. Too magnetic.

“Yo, Aomine,” Kise nudged him, grinning like a devil,“You look like you’re about to commit a crime.”

“Shut it, blondie,” Aomine grumbled, tugging his cap lower,“Just watching.”

“Watching?” Kagami snorted,“You mean glaring holes into every dude that comes near her?”

Aomine had brought the boys along, under the pretext that more fans would make you look better. However, he hadn't expected you to already have so many fans. Especially male ones. And that's exactly what bothered him. Aomine clicked his tongue,“They’re getting way too close. That one guy just brushed her hand!”

“Dude,” Kuroko said quietly, holding a soda in his hand,“That’s kind of the point of a fan sign.”

“Not that close!,” Daiki hissed.

The rest of the Generation of Miracles exchanged looks — half amused, half waiting for Aomine to explode.

And then, it happened: Some overly confident male fan leaned forward during his turn, holding out a photo for you to sign. He winked, said something that made you laugh politely — just regular idol stuff — but Aomine’s jaw locked.

“Nah, nah, nah— what the hell was that wink?” he muttered, stepping forward.

Kise immediately grabbed his hoodie,“Oi, oi, Aominecchi! Don’t do anything stupid!”

But it was too late. The man was already in motion. He marched right up to the front of the line, ignoring the gasps, the confused staff, and the guards moving to stop him.

“Hey,” he said, lowering his mask as he reached the table,“You done flirting yet?”

Your eyes widened,“D-Daiki?! What are you—”

“Flirting?” the poor fan beside you stammered. Aomine shot him a glare so intense the guy immediately took a step back,“Yeah, flirting. You got your autograph, right? Move it. I want mine signed too.”

“Daiki—!” you hissed, half mortified, half trying not to laugh.

Kise was doubled over in the back, laughing so hard tears streamed down his face,“OH MY GOD, HE ACTUALLY DID IT!”

Even Kagami was howling,“He’s insane!”

The staff scrambled, unsure if they should intervene. But you quickly waved your hand, trying to calm things down,“It’s okay, he’s, uh… a friend!”

Aomine crossed his arms, grumbling, “Boyfriend, actually.”

You covered your face with your hand,“Daiki, not here!”

He leaned against the table, still glaring at the crowd,“What? Everyone here should know already. You think I’m gonna just stand there while these dudes wink at you like they’ve got a chance? Hell no.”

The audience collectively lost it. Some fans screamed in excitement, some filmed the whole thing, others were crying over how “real” it was.

___ _ _ _

Meanwhile, Aomine just stood there like he owned the place, smirking now that you were laughing.

“Can you at least let me finish my fan sign?” you said between giggles.

“Fine,” he muttered, finally relaxing,“I’ll just sit here and… supervise.”

You raised an eyebrow,“Supervise?”

He pulled up a chair next to you. “Yeah. Quality control.”

Kuroko appeared beside him out of nowhere. “You’re going to scare people away.”

“Good,” Aomine grinned,“Less competition.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. “You’re unbelievable, Daiki.”

He leaned closer, lowering his voice so only you could hear. “Hey, if I didn’t love you this much, I wouldn’t bother.”

Your heart softened immediately — even as you whispered back, “You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re jealous.”

Kise groaned from the back. “Ugh, gross! Save it for backstage!”

And Aomine, satisfied, just smirked and leaned back in his chair — totally shameless, totally in love, and completely oblivious to the fact that your fanbase now adored him too.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima Wakatoshi wasn’t the type of man who went to concerts. Crowds didn’t bother him, but lights, screaming, and glitter? Not really his thing. Ushijima wasn’t the type of man who went to concerts. So when Bokuto dragged him along to the sold-out LAVEE show, Ushijima had been… quietly confused. Boktu had actually wanted to go with Ayla, his little sister, but she had fallen ill. So Ushijima had to step in.

“Bro, you’re gonna LOVE this!” Bokuto said, practically bouncing in his seat. “They’re insane! R/n — the center and rapper— she’s, like, unreal! In talent and looks!”

Ushijima blinked,“I know.”

Bokuto turned, mid-sip of his soda,“Wait, what?”

“She is unreal,” Ushijima repeated, completely serious,“She’s my girlfriend.”

Bokuto choked on air, laughing,“BRO. WHAT—WHAT DO YOU MEAN—YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!?”

Ushijima simply nodded,“Yes.”

“AND YOU’RE JUST SAYING THAT LIKE IT’S NORMAL?!?!” Bokuto was full volume now,“You’re dating THE Y/n from LAVEE? Dude, I—I need a second!”

Ushijima didn’t reply. His eyes were already fixed on the stage where you were about to appear.

___ _ _ _

The concert kicked off — lights flashing, crowd roaring — and there you were, radiant and full of energy, dancing across the stage like you were born there. Ushijima’s chest warmed at the sight, his usual stoic expression softening just slightly.

“She’s awesome, huh?” Bokuto grinned,“I can’t believe you—woah, are you smiling? Dude, you’re smiling!”

“I always smile when she’s doing something she loves,” Ushijima said simply. Bokuto blinked,“That’s… actually kinda romantic...coming from you.”

Everything was going fine. Until it wasn’t.

Halfway through the show, the host announced, “And now… we’ll be picking one lucky fan to come up on stage for a special moment with Y/n!”

The arena exploded. Ushijima straightened, eyes narrowing slightly. Bokuto elbowed him,“Ohhh this is gonna be good!”

Your gaze swept the audience, and the spotlight landed on a male fan near the front row. He looked about your age, shaking with excitement as the staff helped him up on stage. The young man was attractive. Nut brown hair, beautiful eyes and a turquoise knitted jumper complemented his handsome appearance.

You smiled brightly at him — the same stage smile you gave everyone — but that didn’t matter to Ushijima.

He stiffened. Bokuto immediately noticed.

“…uh oh,” Bokuto whispered, grinning. He noticed his friend simmer in jealousy.

The host handed the fan a bouquet to give to you, and when the guy nervously stepped forward, Ushijima’s grip on his seat tightened.

Then the fan said something — too close to your ear — and that was it. Ushijima stood up.

“Wakatoshi?” Bokuto blinked, startled,“Bro, where are you going?”

“On stage,” Ushijima said simply.

Before Bokuto could stop him, the man was already moving through the crowd, somehow managing to look intimidating and polite at the same time. Security hesitated — probably because he looked like a professional athlete — and before anyone could react, the jealous volleyball ace was on stage.

The crowd lost it.

The male fan froze mid-sentence as Ushijima stepped forward, all calm composure and quiet menace. Without even glaring, he gently but firmly placed a hand on the guy’s shoulder — and moved him aside. Just… gently pushed him back a step.

The poor fan stumbled away, eyes wide.

“W-Wakatoshi?” you whispered, covering your mic,“What are you—”

“I wanted to bring you flowers,” he said evenly, taking the bouquet from the stunned fan and holding it out to you instead.

The entire audience screamed. Bokuto could be heard somewhere in the distance, absolutely losing it.

“OH MY GOD, HE JUST STOLE THE MOMENT—HE STOLE IT!!”

You stared at Ushijima, trying not to burst into laughter,“You could’ve just waited backstage, Toshi.”

“I didn’t like how close he was,” he said bluntly.

You bit your lip, cheeks warming,“You’re jealous?”

He paused for half a second, then nodded,“Yes.”

The crowd went feral. Losing it over this cute and wholesome encounter, they just witnessed. You accepted the flowers with a smile, whispering so only he could hear,“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

He blinked,“That’s not my intention.”

You laughed softly,“Still true.”

___ _ _ _

After the concert, Bokuto wouldn’t stop teasing him.

“BROOOO, YOU JUST BODY-BLOCKED A FAN ON STAGE! You looked like you were about to spike him off the platform!”

Ushijima frowned,“He was too close.”

Bokuto wheezed,“You didn’t have to take his flowers, man!”

“I replaced them,” Ushijima said simply, holding up the new bouquet he’d bought afterward,“These are better.”

Bokuto wiped a tear from his eye. “You’re unreal.”

Later, you sent Ushijima a text:

Y/n: You really came on stage just to give me flowers? Toshi 🏐: Yes. The fan was nervous. I was more efficient. Y/n: You’re unbelievable, Toshi. Toshi 🏐: I like when you call me that.

And when you posted a picture later holding his bouquet with a caption —

“Best flowers I’ve ever gotten 💚” —

the fans didn’t even need a name. Everyone knew exactly who they were from.

Kenma Kozume

It was a bright Saturday morning, and the sun was shining brightly over the volleyball court at Nekoma High School. Kenma Kozume, known for his quiet nature and passion for video games, had decided to attend the volleyball club meeting – for a very specific reason. At his side was Y/n, a shining star in the idol world whose smile won the hearts of many. Not only were you stunningly attractive, but you were also charming and full of energy, which made you a popular idol.

As the two of you entered the sports field, you immediately attracted the attention of the other members. Kenma felt a tingling sensation in his stomach as the boys' admiring eyes rested on Y/n. Your cheerful laughter echoed through the air, and Kenma couldn't help but feel a slight pang of jealousy.

The boys from the team began to gather around her, and one by one they tried to charm her, "Hey, Y/n, how about we train together? I could show you a few tricks!"one called out, while another added, "I heard you're great at volleyball. Let's play together!"

Kenma watched as you smiled and responded politely to the compliments, but he couldn't ignore the growing feeling of unease in his heart. Why do they have to be so pushy? It was just a volleyball meet, yet to him it felt like a competition he couldn't win.

Finally, it was too much for Kenma. He stood up and stepped closer. "Hey!" he said, his voice sounding a little firmer than he had intended. "Leave her alone. She's here to play volleyball, not to flirt with you."

The other boys looked surprised, staring directly into Kenma's eyes, which were usually so calm and composed, but now flashed with jealousy. You looked at Kenma, her eyes wide,"Kenma, it's okay! They're just being nice…"

"No, it's not okay," he interrupted her gently but firmly. "I don't want you guys hitting on her like that." His heart was beating fast, and he felt his cheeks flush slightly.

A brief silence spread before the boys backed away, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere. You smiled gratefully at Kenma, sensing the intensity of his feelings,"Thank you, Kenma," you whispered as the two took a step back and moved to the edge of the field.

Kenma took a deep breath, still feeling a little tense. ‘I… I just wanted to make sure you weren't being harassed.’

You smiled warmly at him, "I know. That means a lot to me." A moment of silence ensued, and Kenma felt a new connection forming between them – a connection that went beyond friendship.

"Let's play," you finally said, steering the conversation back to volleyball practice. Kenma nodded, knowing that he would be there for you no matter what happened. And maybe, just maybe, he would learn to deal with his feelings eventually – because Y/n wasn't just an idol, she had become so much more to him.

And as they prepared for the game together, Kenma knew that he would do anything to protect her – not only on the court, but also in his heart.

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gorgeous work sweetheart <3

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Could I request chuuya x reader? basically it’s just him experiencing domestic bliss. He arrives home after a rough mission and is greeted warmly by his partner, a soft kiss on the lips or an embrace I’m not sure. Dinner smells great and even though they tell him to go take a bath he can’t help but cling to reader as they finish up the meal, his arms are wrapped snugly around their waist and he rests his chin on their shoulder occasionally stealing kisses from them. Finally dinner is served and they sit down to eat; Chuuya savors every bite of the meal and with his free hand he holds their hand within his. Once dinner is over they take a bath together and talk about their days🥀🥀 sorry I’m not good with words but I hope you it’s makes sorta sense and if some parts seem odd you can tweak however you like or not do it if you feel uncomfortable!!

thank you to the darling that requested this, don’t worry! I’ll do my best to deliver as soon as possible <3

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Though this is rather late, I’d just like to say happy birthday to my beautiful husband Kunikida (haha!) :). I feel rather melancholy greeting him, as I’m constantly reminded of his death. But it’s okay, as he once said— his ideals will live on. So happy birthday Doppo Kunikida, I hope we get to see you once again.

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OSAMU DAZAI

He looks at you with eyes that are full of devotion. You roped him in with your love, and he’ll give that back. You were his savior, a light granted by the gods above, and there was no reason for him to leave. He heeds your every whim, as long as you keep giving him that so coveted presence of yours. His mind feels as he tries to find out how he managed to have someone so ethereal, but he couldn’t care less now that he held you.

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

With a mouth dropped as he first saw you, he said those three words. That “I love you” he gave when he finally had the courage. He couldn’t believe it himself, a man known to be terrifying falling for someone? But he couldn’t help it, you were just so divine. It was almost as if sweet ambrosia dripped from your every word, and he wouldn’t dare to waste a single drop. You unlocked his cemented heart with your presence, and what he wouldn’t give to keep you by his side.

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The disastrous life of Saiki K master list

Imagine this…

-Kusuo

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Bungo stray dogs master list

Obsessive headcanons + pt.2

-Fyodor, Jouno, Kunikida, Dazai, Chuuya

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BSD Obsessive headcanons

FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY 

Fyodor doesn't really fall in love. It takes a lot for him to even like somebody. Until he met you. It was almost immediate he knew that you were perfect. Perfect for him.

Ever since the first meeting, you now saw him everywhere. Was it all a coincidence? You didn't know. Your poise lured him, and now, he's obsessed. His love traps you, and so does yours trap him.

DOPPO KUNIKIDA

Kunikida's standards were shattered the moment he met you. You defied everything he ever knew. You were an unexplainable beauty, one that no painting could capture.

Your grace lead him in, and now, he wouldn't dare to escape it. His eyes narrow at the sight of you talking to someone who isn't him. Is it obvious? Maybe, maybe not.

He lives on your presence, drinking from the nectar of your life.

SAIGIKU JOUNO

Having this man obsess over you, let alone even be interested in you is terrifying. You can't last a day without noticing him around. How he wishes to see, so he can know how this lovely person looks like (as if he doesn't already). His senses catch everything about you. Your scent, your touch and your presence. He holds you with a gentle touch not known to anybody else. The air around you wavers with his soul, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

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if i give a new ipad case, will u marry me

( im getting down on one knee. )

oh? maybe <3