Welcome to The High Street, a 21+ Haikyuu RP server!
Set on a bustling high street somewhere in the prefecture of Tokyo, this RP centres around the many businesses running there, their employees, and their customers – think of it like a coffee shop AU, tattoo shop AU, florist AU and more, all rolled into one.
It all started
when you saw him look so sad after the third years retired. Something about
him seemed gloomy, like he wasnât ready for it yet. Youâve been crushing for him since your first year, and you really wanted
to be there for him now – but you didnât know how, having always been too shy to actually talk to him.
Which is why you
wrote down a poem you read not too long ago, a poem with words so affectionate
and kind, it made you think of him immediately. It wasnât a love poem in the classic sense, but it made you smile and you hoped it would cheer him up, even if for only just a second.
You put it in his locker early
that day, making sure nobody saw you. Your fingers trembled and you felt sweat trickle down your back; But you really wanted him to know he wasnât alone, and so you took all of your courage and put the note right on top of his shoes, clearly visible so heâd see once the day was done. It was the least you could do for him.
When you
saw him the next day you prayed to anyone that would listen that he didnât
recognize your handwriting. You didnât think this trough. What if he didnât enjoy the poem at all? If he thought it was tacky or creepy or..? It kept bothering you, but it was too late to take it back now. What was done was done, and you had to live with whatever may happened.Â
Nothing happened though.
It wasnât until a
couple of days later that you overheard Futakuchi and Aone talking. You didnât
mean to eavesdrop, didnât intend to intrude. You really just happened to walk by
the gym, the door standing wide open as you heard Futakuchi asking about some note.
âDid you
find out who it was from?â
You turned,
glad that they havenât noticed you yet. You didnât move, just waited to see Aone shake his head slightly. So he didnât know it was you. Thatâs good.
âMaybe it
really was a girl. It is a girly handwriting.â
Aoneâs deep
voice somehow seemed so small as he replied. âMaybe that person just mistook my locker
for someone elsesâ.
Your heart clenched. Why would he think that?
âYeah
maybe. Or maybe someone is crushing on the core of our iron wall.â Futakuchi
chuckled in mischief, his voice holding a teasing note. It snapped you out of the daze you were in and you hurried, trying to get away while not making any noise.
You were safe. He didnât recognize your handwriting. And it didnât seem like it bothered him at all. If
anything, he seemed a little sad to think that the note might not have been
intended for him.
You decided
to make sure to write his name on it next time.
~
You watched
as Aone sat outside, the bag of cookies you left him looking so small in his
hands. You made a mental note to maybe make a slightly bigger batch next time. He sat alone,
the sun shining on him as he unwrapped them. You saw him smile a
little before he started eating them, that smile filling you with warmth. Heat rose to your cheeks and you couldnât help the happiness coursing through your body.
âHey Y/N!â
Startled
you turned at the voice, jumping a little as you felt like you just got caught.
And you did, and by your best friend too. Maybe she wouldnât see how youâve been staring at Aone. You cleared your throat.
âWhat were you staring at?â Your friend came closer, trying to see what had you so mesmerized.
âOh. Itâs Aone.
Are you still too shy to confess?â She asked, nudging your side as she giggled. âAhhh, young love..â your friend drawled,
wrapping an arm around you as she led you down the hall.
That night
you sat down on your desk, mulling over what to do. Maybe it was silly, maybe you should just go out and confess. But if he rejected you, this little thing you had, writing him notes and everything, it would disappear. And you didnât want that – werenât ready to let that go just yet.
You sighed, picking up a pencil. Aone was training hard right now, the upcoming match an important one. For that, you wanted to do something special, wanted to make sure he knew youâd be cheering for him.
Writing down words of encouragement you added a doodle below, a tiny bear
cheering for him, before you folded the note and put it in your backpack for
tomorrow.
You were
the first to arrive at school. The building was still quiet as you made your way
through the hallway, finding Aoneâs locker quickly. Youâve been here a lot these past weeks and you went straight to it, opening it to put the note inside. Maybe youâve gotten a little more reckless as the
weeks slipped by without you being caught. Because you didnât notice that you werenât alone in the building,
didnât hear soft footsteps coming closer, completely lost in thought as you stroked over the note before you looked back up to get going.
âY/N?â
You froze
at the sound of a deep baritone voice too close to you. Please let this be a
dream. Slowly you turned towards the door only to look straight into the
face of your crush.
Aoneâs eyes
widened just a fraction as realization dawned. He didnât look upset, if anything, he had a rather
curious expression. That didnât help your instinct to run though. Before he could say
more or even ask you what you were doing you mumbled a quick apology and ran past him out to the hall.
Maybe he
just got in. Maybe he didnât see anything and your panic was unnecessary. Maybe he didnât see you sticking the note to his desk. Maybe, just maybe, he would think you were simply looking for something and didnât find it.
You couldnât
help it. You thought about it all day, unable to concentrate. You just sat in
class drifting off into over-thinking-mode – You didnât even hear the bell ring,
didnât get up as your last class was over.
âHey, are
you okay?â
Your friend asked, snapping you
out of it.
âYouâve been.. kind of absent todayâ.
âIâm fine.
Sorry for worrying you.â
She paused, studying your face before she continued âIâll be
waiting outside thenâ; You knew she didnât buy it, but you were thankful she didnât push it right now â You didnât feel like explaining, only wanted the world to swallow you whole.
Packing up
your things you checked that you got everything. Youâve zoned out for most part of every class, and you had a lot to catch up on now. Sighing, you scolded yourself, cursing under your breath at your own carelessness.
You shoved open the door, more ready for the day to be done. But there he was, a big figure looming across from your class, looking like he was waiting for something. Or probably someone.
Your eyes
went wide, heart racing as you gulped, breaking out a sweat immediately; Your lips jerked up in a smile, trying to hide the panic you were feeling.
Before you could properly greet him though he looked
at you and bowed.
âThank you
for leaving me all those notes. Thank you for the cookies. I really enjoyed
them.â Did his ears turn pink, or did the light play a trick on you? You opened
your mouth, closed it quickly again, not finding any words to say.
âI am very glad it was you. Would you like
get some ice cream with me?â
Aone is a fluffy teddy bear stuffed into the iron wall! This was so cute and I love that heâs getting love!
Heâs a heavy sleeper, so you like to cuddle him while heâs still snoozing some mornings. Itâs his favorite way to be woken up too.
This is assuming however, that you donât wake up to his long limbs strewn across the bed and over you. When that happens, you might just try to tickle him awake.
When you have weird dreams, he prods you to tell him about them. If the dream ends abruptly or you canât remember, heâll start making up the rest of them. His goal is mostly just to make you laugh. Thereâs something about the way your body rumbles against his during laughter that Tendou loves.
He likes to hum and tap his fingers along your back to the tune of whatever song heâs humming. Sometimes he gets really into it and starts a drum solo. Again, he does that part mostly for laughs.
Tanaka
This boy loves to cuddle. Underneath that punk exterior is the romantic, softy we always knew he was. He may or may not have cried tears of joy the first time you woke up together and you snuggled up against him.
He has to be the Big Spoon as a matter of pride, but he actually loves being the Little Spoon
However, being the Big Spoon means he gets to nuzzle his face into the nape of your neck, which he loves doing while cuddling, so he canât pick which one is his favorite.
He likes to talk about his favorite memories with you while heâs still waking up fully. Most of your morning conversations begin with him saying, âHey, remember that time whenâŚâ.Â
His morning voice is a bit raspy and husky, and boy, is it nice to listen to with him speaking sweetly and laughing in your ear.
These are sooooooo cute RL! I love both these boys so much! Lovely work as always!
Can.Not.Sit.Still  Seriously this boy is bouncing his legs so much heâs shaking the bench and his fellow spectators are not exactly thrilled about it.
But he canât help it! You just look so good in your suit and heâs super excited to be here supporting you like you do for him and he just canât wait to hug you!
At the end of your heat, heâs there with a towel he swiped from your manager, beaming smile and bright eyes. âYou were fantastic, _____-chan!â
He wraps you in the towel, not caring about the smell of chlorine as he embraces and picks you up in a spin.
He plants a big kiss to your lips, pulling away with an audible smack. Then he leans in again, eyes growing a shade darker and smile falling to something more salacious. âI love you in your suit, but I canât wait to get you out of it and into a shower…with me.â
Kuroo
Usually this boy has you blushing but oh ho no, youâve got him dead to rights this time.
Youâd asked him to show up early, supposedly to make sure he got a good seat but he sees the error of his thinking and the play of your game as you saunter out in that body hugging material, every curve on prominent display.
Swaying hips, tossing your hair, and half hooded eyes, youâre working this moment for all itâs worth and he canât say he minds so much except that youâre going to end up leaving him with a very embarrassing problem.
He does his best to save face but he can feel the heat on his cheeks and heâs not been in the sun long enough to claim itâs from sunburn.
âCute, _____-chan, very cute, just remember,â he leans in close, licking the shell of your ear, âpay backâs a bitch and I know how to make you mine.â
Now itâs your cheeks flushing and youâre so glad the water is at least cool.
Iwaizumi
Glaring, so much glaring. Not at you, of course, but at the plethora of other males ogling the swim team as a whole and having the gall to wolf whistle when you come out. Â
He doesnât want to get kicked out of the pool before your match or end up banned from future ones so he reigns in his inclination to punch them outright; they arenât Shittykawa after all.
He does, however, make a point to walk straight up to you, tug you close and plant a big kiss to your lips, whispering against them, âGood luck today.â
His ears and cheeks, really his whole face, are aflame at this blatant public display but the smile on your face makes the embarrassment worth it.
After all, who is he to feel embarrassed when youâre the one who has to wear something so revealing?
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