Hello! I was going through your blog again (I adore it and you, btw!) and I just realized that I forgot to ask for a Japanese name on my match-up. Would you be willing to hook me up with one based on my personality from my match-up and possibly another scenario with my husband, Daichi? Maybe something like him getting protective and defending me, since I don’t do that, myself, if you don’t mind? Thanks so much, love!! <3 <3 <3

haikyuulovercompany:

Don’t worry! Since you sent it with your blog name, and not as an anonymous friend, I could find your request with no problem at all!! You got it, love!! Good to see another request from you in my box!! 

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It had been an unbelievable experience for Karasuno to win against
Shiratorizawa. Everyone around them kept repeating the slim possibilities they
had, some even told them they got zero chances of making it through the final.

But they did. 

Of course they did.

And if that had been one memorable moment, it was almost crazy to think
nationals were already taking place.

Your presence at nationals was a complete, but pleasant surprise for
Daichi. He had taken you out two days before heading to Tokyo in order of
celebration, and so he could tell his proper goodbyes. He wasn’t going to be
gone for long, and if they lose, well, then his time away from Torono was going
to be even shorter. 

At the middle of the dinner he had timidly asked if you were going to be
able to be there, at least for a day. You had said that you wouldn’t be able to
be there since your mother wouldn’t let you miss school, and you had seen his
eyes dropped in disappointment. You assured him you would be cheering for him
from home, and he had given you a smile you knew it wasn’t genuine. That had
turned you on fire. 

As soon as you got home, you discussed with your mother the possibility
of going to Tokyo at least for one match. You begged her to let you be at least
in the first match Karasuno was having. You took out all of your cards, all of
your tricks, until your mother agreed. You were going to nationals only for a
day. It was enough.

You kept it a secret. It had been one of the most difficult things you’d
had to do in such a long time. You wanted to call him and scream to him you
were going to be there. You retained yourself successfully. 

So by the time Karasuno had won their first national’s match, you
couldn’t help to scream his name as you hang on the railing as if your life depended
on it. You were perfectly able to see how his expression changed when he heard
your voice, and the smile plastered on his face once he verified it was true,
you were there. 

You left the bleachers so you could find your way to him. The place was
big, but the guides were clear enough for you to easily find your way to him.
Or so you thought.

You were going in the right way, but you were there at the wrong time. As
you approached the zone where Daichi was supposed to be, someone crashed
against you almost making you lose your balance.

A hand gripped one of your forearms keeping you on your feet. They were
only two guys who looked like they were a couple of years older than you.
College guys at most, but not older than that.

The one that had you by the arm let you go, and you were about to say a
polite ‘thank you’ and go on, but his friend joined the two of you, and
suddenly they were looking at you with casual smiles that only sent shivers
down your spine.

“Hey, so tell me,” started to say the one who had kept you from falling,
“what’s your pretty face doing around here?”

“I’m going to miss the match, so I need to go now,” you quickly said. You
didn’t want to give those guys any personal information, nothing to help them
identify you in the future. You only wanted to be out of there. 

You turned around ready to leave, but they got a hold on you again. “Oh,
come on, which match?” he pulled you up to them again. They were still smiling
at you as if they hadn’t got the hint you didn’t feel like staying with them.
“There’s a lot of them going on by now. Maybe we can watch it together,” he
insisted. 

“No, thank you. I just really need to go. Please let go of my arm,” you
managed to say somehow. Your heart was through the roof. People surrounded you,
so you were sure they weren’t stupid enough to try to do anything to you in
front of such a crowd. It still made you uncomfortable. 

“Oh, what’s the deal? You think you’re too good for us?” said the
friend. He had a frowned on his face making it clear your rejection was pissing
him off. 

“N-no. I just want to joint my boyfriend, please.” 

You thought that declaration was going to be enough for them to leave
you alone. It wasn’t. They kept the same faces as they kept holding your arm.

“It’s more fun with us,” said one of them again.

“I thought I heard she said she didn’t want to,” a familiar voice spoke
behind you. You turned your face so fast you swear your neck could’ve snapped. 

Daichi was standing there with a neutral face. He was already wearing the
black Karasuno pants and jacket, and he didn’t look sweaty anymore. 

“Is that your boyfriend, sweetheart?” asked the guy again. You only
nodded. Wouldn’t they just let you go?

Daichi walked to where you were, his expression was unreadable. “Why
don’t you go, and we can be done here?” 

“Seriously?” asked the guy’s friend with a snort. “We’re college guys.
You should know who you’re talking to, kid.”

Daichi grabbed the guy by the collar of his jacket and aggressively
pulled him closer to him. His expression had finally changed into the scary one
every single one of his teammates feared.

“I don’t care who I’m talking to. Leave my girlfriend alone, or I will
make you do it.” 

They guy sneered, and you swear the veins in Daichi’s neck and arms were
going to explode; they were intensely palpitating against his skin. You feared
the worst. Your boyfriend was at the verge of throwing the first punch. For one
unique second you regretted being there. You should have stayed home, or at you
should’ve run from them when you could. 

“Daichi stop right now,” another voice interrupted him. Ukai appeared
from nowhere, and broke the two of them apart with one strong push. “If you get
into a fight right now you could cause Karasuno’s disqualification. I know you
don’t want that to happen.”

Daichi took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. He was trying to recover
his usual composer, but his hands still were two shaking fists. He was still
mad.

“Let her go before I report you from harassing a minor,” said Ukai again
to the guy holding your arm. He immediately released you throwing his hands on
the air. 

“Okay. We’re leaving. I’m sorry,” said the guy as the two of them backed
up a little, before turning around to leave.

You looked around noticing how everyone’s eyes were on you. You also
noticed that practically the whole volleyball team was there as well. Asahi was
holding a furious Tanaka who was ready to take on those guys, and Sugawara was
doing the same with Nishinoya.

You felt a hand on your shoulder. It was Daichi.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you answered. “At least now I am.”

“I’m glad.” 

“Sorry for the trouble I almost
got you in,” you said with a soft blush on your face. You never thought you
would find yourself in that kind of situation. And the only thought of Karasuno
being disqualified terrified you.

You smiled at him trying to ease him. He gave a small smile back, and
pulled you into your arms. 

“It wasn’t your fault. You’re now with me, so everything’s fine.” 

“Yes. Everything’s more than fine,” you whispered against his chest.
There was no better feeling than being there, feeling save in his arms.

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Thanks for the request! I hope you liked it! 

I LOVE protective Daichi!! This was great!