a thousand summers

ﾉﾞ +.ﾟ* finessed *.ﾟ+ヽ

[yanyannica]

♡ yanyan || 17 || she/her || i luv haikyuuu

note; this is a self-indulgent blog, so no requests! i also have no intention to write smut or any dark themes regarding our boys — all my blurbs and works will remain fluffy and completely safe for work ♡

# masterlist is under the cut! #

ﾟ.+:｡ kageyama tobio

— a quiet seatmate

ﾟ.+:｡ ushijima wakatoshi

— jealous

ﾟ.+:｡ bokuto koutarou

— loud love

ﾟ.+:｡ kuroo tetsurou

— class rep

[yanyannica]

kuroo tetsurou is infuriating to work with as a fellow class representative.

it's not that he's dilly-dallying with his duties, per say. it's far from that. this charming, athletic classmate of yours took you by surprise by how efficient and responsible he actually turned out to be; always there to help, whenever and wherever you may need him be.

a few boxes need to lugged to the faculty? he's flexing his biceps and hauling them up before you could say anything. having an athlete as a class rep has its benefits, you suppose.

"oh, i got this. you can sit back, pretty."

some plans for the upcoming festival need to be drafted? he's there by your side, playing ping ping via suggestions and ideas like it's second nature. conversation with him comes surprisingly easy.

"we work well together, don't you think?"

ever encountered a grand miscalculation regarding class funds? he somehow finds the error within minutes, telling you which part of the table you did wrong. you tell him he'd make a good slave for capitalism and he laughs it off.

"what can i say? charming men like me dominate the economy."

it's kind of scary how capable he is — almost like he's eager to help you out, but it's fortunate that all your seething over his election was for naught.

though you still aren't quite sure what to feel about it.

because he's... well...

"we should totally go out. like, right now."

if you hadn't realize it by the few dialogues the op had laid out before you, then yeah — he's way too damn coy!

"no," your handwriting falters, and you're grateful he doesn't notice it. if he did, he's awfully quiet about it. "i'm busy."

your first name then slips from his lips with that honeyed tone you always find excruciating, and you automatically flinch.

"don't act cute." you know what i mean, is what his lidded eyes say, and you narrow your own at him before averting your gaze completely — just like how you blatantly avoided the double meaning of his words.

you purposefully ignore the rising heat in the room. or maybe it was just you, since kuroo looked as calm and dashing as ev — yeah, no. it was definitely the lack of ventilation in this stupid room. who the hell does he think he's calling cute anyway? you're losing braincells each minute you spend with this guy, you swear.

"last time i checked, we weren't on a first-name basis, kuroo."

he yelps when you pinch a patch of skin along his upper arm, making him pout at you like a child.

"now, now, don’t get too worked up! i was just playing around a little."

"take it somewhere that's not around me then," you huff, giving him a sidelong look. "you're distracting me."

"you know well i take that as a compliment. your words, not mine." wow, does he have selective hearing now? this asshole!

you heave a deep sigh, completely done with it all.

kuroo is one annoying hell of a guy. you should've known better that he wouldn't back down that easily.

you two aren't going to get any work done at this rate. why were you talking back to him, again? you always knew he did it to get under your nerves. you should know better than to respond.

you blink.

unless...

warily, you glance at the boy beside you who's lazily doing his own work. the lack of his usual diligence is surprising. he was quite lively just a second ago.

well, shit.

was it because you told him to knock it off? were you too harsh?

you're not sure what's running through kuroo's mind, frankly enough. why he acts like the way he does, why he talks to you the way he does... but one thing you're sure of is that he doesn't do anything without a reason.

and if that reason is what you suspect it is...

heat rises up the back of your neck as you glare at your own share of work. this guy is seriously a dumbass.

and you're guilty as one too, it seems.

"if we finish up early, i'll let you drag me around the rest of the day," you tap the back your pen into his side, "just today."

your mind drums with a gazillion thoughts as you watch him considerably brighten up at your words.

"that's good enough!" and he starts working like a madman.

you're glad he's out of his bleary mood. but...

you blink in surprise as he snatches your own paperworks, sliding them underneath his own, throwing you a sleazy wink.

what did you just get yourself into?

bonus:

"hey — ! that's my work, you idiot!"

kuroo doesn't look up from his desk, "nuh-uh, can't let my girlfriend do such tedious work on my watch."

"who the hell are you calling your girlfriend?!" you ask, utterly horrified. kuroo turns to look at you dumbly.

"eh? but aren't we technically going out on a date later? cause y'know... i asked and you agreed...? that's enough merit for you to be called my girl, no?"

"kuroo tetsurou! i will plummet you if you don't take back your words at this instant!"

you lied. you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into.

[yanyannica]

bokuto koutarou is loud in the way he loves. like, literally.

"I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOUUUU!"

no one can blame you for dragging a palm down your exasperated expression, an attempt to salvage some dignity and maybe hide the rushing heat to your face.

but you only have yourself to blame for the slowly growing smile on your face.

in a flash, bokuto had practically sprinted through the halls upon seeing you, wrapping you up in his big arms and squeezing like there’s no tomorrow.

"kou, you're crushing me!"

"sorry! it's really hard to hold myself back whenever i'm around the love of my life who's just always looking so damn gorgeous and perfect and kissable and — !"

really, really stupid. this idiot. you flush hotly against his chest, weakly returning his embrace as he continued to list down everything he adored about you.

your idiotic boyfriend had always been like this ever since you agreed to going out, not sparing half a second before full-out teleporting whenever he catches the smallest peek of you in the vicinity — school hours or not.

you pull away, your heart skipping a beat when you realize he leans in closer to close the distance you just created. it looks like it pains him to be anything short of touching you.

"you really shouldn’t run in the halls, idiot."

he has the audacity to not even look the least apologetic, grinning at you like a love-sick dumbass. perhaps he is one.

"all is excused in the world as long as i get to see you in my arms like this. hehe."

"you shouldn’t excuse yourself!"

keep calling him stupid, idiotic, a fool — but you know damn better than anyone that you're the bigger dumbass between the two of you. a love-sick dumbass just as bad as him, it not, even worse.

it's so unfair that he so effortlessly makes you this happy, so you'd like to reword.

bokuto koutarou is intense in the way he lives. god forbid if he ever half-assed anything regarding his ways of life. leading up to that, that most especially includes not just the way he loves, but his love.

his big, big heart is served to you in a platter, and it's only right that you return it tenfold.

"by the way, saying i love you multiple times doesn't automatically mean you love me more than i love you."

"what?! how dare you?! i love you like, way, way more!"

your hands leave his sides to pinch both of his cheeks, "and i love you way, way, wayyyy more."

"nuh-uh, nuh-uh! i love you the morest!"

your cheeks are starting to hurt from how much your suppressing the urge to smile. "what? that's not a word, kou."

"no word can match up the extent of my love for you, that's what!"

"neither does mine," you say, and you're both utterly content.

poor akaashi watches the shameless banter display of affection and ultimately decides you two are the biggest idiots to ever walk the planet.

WHY IS HAIKYUU LEAVING NETFLIX ?!?

[yanyannica]

it's not like ushijima wakatoshi to get jealous over anything, but the one time you heavily suspect he does...

"oh? you jealous?"

your tall hunk of a boyfriend stares you down with a mild crease between his eyebrows. you stare back just as intensely with a dopey grin, waiting for an admission from your ever-stoic boyfriend.

it's not everyday you get to see him react like this, so you practically jump the opportunity.

you watch tentatively as he brings up a hand to his chest, clutching his shirt as his gaze drops to the ground — expression stoned not much unlike a rock as he contemplates your words. he never fails to look so serious.

"...am i?"

the blatant confusion on his face couldn't be any more funnier, and you had to stifle your laugh into your hand lest you hurt his feelings.

you really should've known better — of course he wouldn't know what to call it even if it slapped him in the face. we were talking about the guy who went up to you during a random tuesday and confessed that he had an constant urge to kiss you, and innocently asked if you knew anything about it like he was inquiring about homework.

(for an entire week before you officially got together, you had to convince him that no — you were most definitely not hypnotizing him.)

"you're such an idiot, you know?" you nudge his side teasingly, leaning your weight against him as you struggle to keep your giggles at bay.

your hulk of a boyfriend is way too adorable sometimes.

"i'm not quite sure what jealousy feels like. my apologies."

you grimace a bit at his response, now hyper-aware of the way his athletic body feels against your side.

he's never had to be jealous of anything because everyone else is busy being jealous of him!

you pout at him, before poking his side. softly, of course. you might break a finger or two if you went any harder.

you turn back to the matter at hand before it completely derails — you need full details on this rare side of him. "well, what did it feel like when you saw me talking to that guy?"

ushijima takes a moment before his eyes clear up.

"something felt weird here," he gently patted the spot over his heart and your eyes widen in surprise, pulling away to look at him more firmly. "like it got pinched. it didn’t hurt physically, but it made me... sad."

your heart clenches, hard. you swear you heard it crack within your chest too. oh my god. it was one hundred percent your fault! no questions asked!

you reach out to his arms as your eyes turn glassy, "oh, baby. i'm so sor —"

"my muscles contracted by themselves too, like how it feels when i want to hit a spike."

... ha?

your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets. the romantic air disperses in a matter of miliseconds, crashing down to earth.

a spike?!

what the hell? well, good thing you kept the conversation short, or else that guy would've had his head blown off...

a shudder runs down your spine.

you sweat profusely at his profound statement, "n-next time you feel bothered by something like that, make sure you approach me first before doing anything, okay?" for safety purposes!

ushijima blinks at you, completely none the wiser to your inner turmoil.

"alright," he pauses, as if there's something else he wants to say, contemplating it for a few moments before speaking up again. "i don't like feeling jealous. is that a bad thing?"

reallyyyyy such a baby. your baby.

"i'm really sorry for making you feel that way, toshi," leaning up on your tippy toes, you coerce him to lean down into your hold — placing a chaste kiss to his cheek. "you do know that you're the only one i have eyes for, yes?"

he nods affirmatively, like an obedient child heeding their parents' words like it's gospel.

"you trust me, right?"

another truthful nod of approval. you sigh in utter relief as you let him go for him to resume his practice, satisfied at how you were able to prevent a major crisis from occurring.

"i will make sure to consult you first before spiking."

you feel a tear form.

"toshi — baby, no —"

oh toshi yes */smirks deviously

[yanyannica]

kageyama tobio is a quiet seatmate.

probably the most quiet of all people who've had the pleasure of sitting next to you.

most of your classmates avoid interacting with the boy because of the dead serious expression he always dons — to the point you've long had a hunch that it was just a extreme case of rbf.

you'd be lying if you admitted that you never flinch on the rare cases his blue eyes flicker over to you — hence your lack of action in the name of confirming that said hunch.

"is there something on my face?"

"uh... no. sorry."

resting bitch faces are called resting bitch faces for a reason. he looks nothing short of intimidating.

yet... was that really enough of a reason to avoid him completely?

in your friend's words, yes, he looks that scary — and the ridiculous rumor surrounding him that he eats people when they don't talk about volleyball is often hung above their heads when the topic of approaching him comes up.

frankly, it's a shallow reason to completely shut out a classmate — but you see where they're coming from.

he's tall, scary-looking and regarded as a star athlete. it's not easy to escape the prejudices held against prodigies like him, especially when said prodigy constantly looks like he had a first-row seat to the soviet-japanese war.

it's a shame, really. he's quite cute when you catch him dozing off during breaks. he's got star potential even outside the court.

but as much as you worry for his social life — it really wasn’t your business to meddle in.

he doesn't approach anyone unless prompted via school purposes, nor does he look that bothered whenever he eats his lunch alone. he looks more peaceful than anything. maybe you were just overthinking things.

yeah. your discreet gaze moves away from his side profile in favor of staring at the sunrise from behind the classroom's window panes. not my business at all.

you, however, fail to notice a stare burning onto you the moment you turn away, too engrossed in attempting to catch shapes of kittens and waffles amongst the sea of clouds.

as the boy quietly sits beside you, tightens the grip on his pen, gulps down a lump inside his throat whilst his cheeks begin to light aflame involuntarily — he can only think of one thing;

your gaze is way too intense!

because while kageyama tobio is a quiet seatmate, it doesn't mean he's not aware.

debut post rq :p