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
authors note: y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3
summary: multiple characters with a popular idol s/o
genre: romance, starpower <3
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?”
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.
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 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 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.
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.
