Tsukishima x Hinata. Prompt 29 -rubs hands together- sentence number 9

Prompt #29: Breaking up

Sentence #9 “I wish I never met you.”

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep wondering if something’s wrong. I can’t keep wringing my hands and pulling my hair out and questioning whether you want me! ” Hinata’s flushed face looks up at him, his eyes blazing as much as they are tear drowned. “I love you so much but I can’t tell if you care Kei and it’s killing me!” He takes a deep breath, saying more quietly, defeated, “I… I can’t be with you anymore.”

Tsukishima swallows the lump in his throat. He could fight back, try to persuade; fuck, a part of him feels compelled to beg Hinata to take back his words.

But his pride burns those words to ash and what comes out is vitriol; “You can’t tell I care? All I’ve ever done since you blundered your way into my life is fucking care! Volleyball, our friends, our family, you. Just because I don’t fawn, just because I don’t swoon, just because I don’t say a lot doesn’t mean I don’t care! How could you have been with me this long and not understood me at all!”

He’s crying now, can feel the wetness on his cheeks and Hinata’s stunned expression makes him wonder if he’s actually never done so in front of him before. Probably not.

Well, it’s too little too late on both their parts.

He grabs his jacket, pulling it on hard enough to strain a seam or two. The keys in his pocket jangle and he extracts them, wrenching lose the key of their shared apartment and flings it against the wall. “I wish I never met you,” he sneers then storms out the door and out of Hinata’s life forever.

Ooh !! Hello ! So exciting to see another Haikyuu imagines blog ! I hope you have a fun time here !! (о´∀`о) If it’s alright with you, may I request a fluffy scenario of Aone & a fem!reader ? The girl has a huge crush on Aone but is too shy to confess, so she kind of leaves him notes, handmade food, doodles, things that remind her of him to cheer him on in school, matches, and life. However as she was leaving a note on his desk, Aone catches her !! Hehe, thank you & have a wonderful day !

mme-hajime:

It all started
when you saw him look so sad after the third years retired. Something about
him seemed gloomy, like he wasn’t ready for it yet. You’ve been crushing for him since your first year, and you really wanted
to be there for him now – but you didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t alone, and so you took all of your courage and put the note right on top of his shoes, clearly visible so he’d 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 didn’t
recognize your handwriting. You didn’t think this trough. What if he didn’t 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.

Nothing happened though.

It wasn’t until a
couple of days later that you overheard Futakuchi and Aone talking. You didn’t
mean to eavesdrop, didn’t 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.

“Did you
find out who it was from?”

You turned,
glad that they haven’t noticed you yet. You didn’t move, just waited to see Aone shake his head slightly. So he didn’t know it was you. That’s good.

“Maybe it
really was a girl. It is a girly handwriting.”

Aone’s deep
voice somehow seemed so small as he replied. “Maybe that person just mistook my locker
for someone elses”.

Your heart clenched. Why would he think that?

“Yeah
maybe. Or maybe someone is crushing on the core of our iron wall.” 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 didn’t recognize your handwriting. And it didn’t 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 couldn’t help the happiness coursing through your body.

“Hey Y/N!”

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 wouldn’t see how you’ve been staring at Aone. You cleared your throat.

“What were you staring at?” Your friend came closer, trying to see what had you so mesmerized.

“Oh. It’s Aone.
Are you still too shy to confess?” She asked, nudging your side as she giggled. “Ahhh, young love..” 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 didn’t want that – weren’t 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 you’d 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 Aone’s locker quickly. You’ve been here a lot these past weeks and you went straight to it, opening it to put the note inside. Maybe you’ve gotten a little more reckless as the
weeks slipped by without you being caught. Because you didn’t notice that you weren’t alone in the building,
didn’t hear soft footsteps coming closer, completely lost in thought as you stroked over the note before you looked back up to get going.

“Y/N?”

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.

Aone’s eyes
widened just a fraction as realization dawned. He didn’t look upset, if anything, he had a rather
curious expression. That didn’t 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 didn’t see anything and your panic was unnecessary. Maybe he didn’t see you sticking the note to his desk. Maybe, just maybe, he would think you were simply looking for something and didn’t find it.

You couldn’t
help it. You thought about it all day, unable to concentrate. You just sat in
class drifting off into over-thinking-mode – You didn’t even hear the bell ring,
didn’t get up as your last class was over.

“Hey, are
you okay?”
Your friend asked, snapping you
out of it.

“You’ve been.. kind of absent today”.

“I’m fine.
Sorry for worrying you.”

She paused, studying your face before she continued “I’ll be
waiting outside then”; You knew she didn’t buy it, but you were thankful she didn’t push it right now – You didn’t feel like explaining, only wanted the world to swallow you whole.

Packing up
your things you checked that you got everything. You’ve 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.

“Thank you
for leaving me all those notes. Thank you for the cookies. I really enjoyed
them.” 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.

“I am very glad it was you. Would you like
get some ice cream with me?”

Aone is a fluffy teddy bear stuffed into the iron wall! This was so cute and I love that he’s getting love!

Follower Appreciation Post #2

“Sorry you had to stay late again, ______-chan, we just really want to make sure we’re tightened down.”

You kept your head tilted down, fixating your attention on the clipboard in your hands. “It’s fine, Kuroo-san, I don’t mind. I’d be losing sleep anyway.”

“Oh ho?” You could feel him leaning closer. “And who, pray tell, is keeping you awake at night?”

“Don’t flatter yourself Kuroo-san,” you chuckled, hoping your play at nonchalance would be believed. It was doubtful considering who you were talking to but you could hope.

Kuroo elected to laugh, leaning up and away to move towards the exit. “I gotta get changed, I’ll walk you home, just hang tight,” he called over his shoulder.

Now there was an image you didn’t need. Ok, maybe you didn’t mind so much, it just made hiding your affection for Kuroo that much harder. Why did he have to be so damn attractive? And smart? And endearingly dorky?

You shook your head, trying to dispel the images and the pang in your heart. You needed to focus on supporting the team, they needed your full attention, unrequited love be damned.

“Go, go Nekoma! Push it, push it, Nekoma!”

The gym thundered with the noise of cheering. You were barely able to remain seated next to the coaches, your legs bouncing, clutching your clipboard so tight you were sure your fingers would cramp any moment.

The moment the other team called for a timeout, you were up, rushing to give the starters their water and towels, stammering out words of encouragement as best you could given the rattle of your own nerves.

The tremors in your heart intensified when you met your eyes to Kuroo’s. He took the bottle from your hand, fingers grazing yours and lifted it to his lips chugging down gulps of water. He wiped his mouth which then formed into that trademark smirk. “Cheer loud for me, eh?”

You swallowed and could only nod.

He grinned again before taking off for the court.

“So I didn’t hear you cheering,” Kuroo commented on the bus ride home, feigned hurt in his tone.

You shifted away, sure that he hadn’t meant to sit that close to you and you didn’t want to amplify the awkward. “My mistake, I’ll bring the bullhorn next time,” you said with a slight smile.

Kuroo scooted closer, his arm on the back of the bench seats to give him room and you could feel the heat radiating off him. His voice lowered and he leaned down closer to you. “Can I ask you something?”

You shifted again, giving him your full attention, sure he was going to ask for some stats on the game.

“Would you go out with me sometime?”

Your brain short circuited and your mouth opened and closed with no sound coming out. He waited, cheeks a little pinker than they were when he first sat down but he kept his gaze locked to yours.

Finally you managed to speak, “Are you serious?”

He snorted. “No, I’m screwing with you just to be an ass.” He shook his head, reached forward and took your hand in his. “Of course I am, you dork.”

You were silent again so he added, “Just nod, if you want to that is.”

And slowly, your head bobbed up and down making him smile even wider.

Follower Appreciation Post #1

To show appreciation for their support, I offered to write a special request piece for my top four followers, those people who have liked or reblogged my content the most per Tumblr’s tally system.

This isn’t a ploy or manipulation to get more notes, it’s just my way of saying thank you to those who took the time to give me feedback, which in turn helps me create more content, even if it’s taking me longer than I want it to.

I appreciate every single one of you, thank you for following, thank you for liking and thank you for sharing.

Third year. His third year was here already. Where had the time gone? Ennoshita takes a deep breath, his eyes scanning over the starting lineup coach Ukai put together. It was weird, being captain, being the one the team turned to for not only support on the court but he’s feeling like a therapist and part-time brother to most of the team, not to mention continuing to tutor Tanaka and Nishinoya to ensure their team continues to have a fighting chance; thank goodness for Yachi, he doesn’t think he can handle Kageyama and Hinata as well.

“Why the long face captain?”

Ennoshita looks up, smiling as you approach the table, your bag slung on one shoulder and an easy grin on your lips.

He’s thankful for you too.

To have someone outside of volleyball he can bitch to without fear of anything ever getting back to anyone’s ears. Much as he wants to be, he’s not perfect and having you to unload his strain and stresses on as well as have fun with is a gift.

One he’s becoming more and more inclined to want to keep for himself.

He’s never been a possessive person to his recollection, but now he finds himself watching more closely any guy who talks to you. Ok, maybe it’s closer to glaring, but… semantics. The point is, he cares about you and it’s getting harder and harder to hide it.

“I’m fine, really, just… we’re getting close to the spring tournament and I want to make sure we’re ready,” he confesses.

Another plus, he can be honest about his fears. It’s so easy to open up to you, which makes him laugh because he’s always heard that when people like each others, things get more awkward, harder, but with you things are easy; maybe that’s part of why he’s so attracted to you.

You pat his shoulder and the contact makes his heart thump harder. “You’ll be fine. Stop worrying so much about being last year’s Karasuno.”

“But they– we– were amazing! How can I not want to aspire to that?”

Your smile widens. “Who says this year won’t be more amazing? Have faith in the team–and yourself, Ennoshita-san– you’re gonna do great.”

With a wave, you leave him to continue his review but he watches your back until you turn the corner.

“Could you be any more obvious?”

Kinoshita’s voice makes Ennoshita jump, his pen falling to the table.

“Why don’t you ask her out already? Like, officially?” Narita asks taking a seat on the bench across from him, leaning on his elbows.

“Shut up, it’s-

“If you say it’s not like that I will bean you in the back of the head with a volleyball, I swear,” Kinoshita threatens.

“You could ask him out, you know? There’s no reason to wait for his slow ass to do it!”

You snorted into your soda and rolled your eyes. “Sure, let me ruin a perfectly good friendship on the off chance he feels the same way,” you said before taking another bite of food.

“Off chance? Are you blind? The boy is in love with you!”

“In love? I highly doubt that.” You feign indifference but can’t keep a tone of wistfulness out of your voice.

“Just… think about it. Cause it’s painful watching the two of you dance around each other when everyone knows you like each other,” she insisted.

It’s after school and you’re dead on your feet. The group project you’re on took much longer than previously anticipated and now you’re starving, brain a pile of mush and your eyelids feel like they weigh a hundred pounds.

“________-san?”

Ennoshita jogs up to you, sweat on his brow and breath a bit short; practice must have just finished.

“Hey there,” you say, giving him a tired smile.

He returns it as you fall into step together. You can’t explain it but the air between you seems to have shifted, a different energy crackling and giving you goosebumps. Part of you wonders if maybe, just maybe, your friend could be right. Maybe Ennoshita does feel something for you beyond friendship. Should you say something? Or is all your feeling the result of wishful thinking and the power of suggestion?

“So, the big game’s tomorrow, right?” you ask in place of the question dancing on the tip of your tongue.

He takes a deep breath, looking up to the night sky and exhales a long sigh. “Yeah, thanks to you I know we’re ready.”

“Me? I didn’t do anything except give you a kick in the rear,” you laugh. Your laughter cuts off when his hand takes yours, halting both of you in your tracks. You look up at him to find his eyes full on you, a light shining there you’ve never seen before.

“And that’s what I needed,” he says. Suddenly you notice the loudness of your heart beating in your ears, your blood rushing through your veins as you stare into those steady eyes. He tightens his grip, looks away, then back again. “You’re what I need,” he confesses in a low whisper.

And just like that, your world shrinks down to this one point, this one moment of standing in the middle of your school, holding the hand of the boy you love and not able to interrupt his words for anything else besides a confession.

Still, you can’t help but ask, “Ennoshita-san, are you… do you care about me… like that?”

He steps closer, drops his bag and cups the side of your face. “I like you, ______-san, I like you and I… I couldn’t not tell you anymore.”

Your giggle makes his eyebrows rise. “I’m hoping that’s a sign of happiness and not you laughing at my confession.”

You shake your head, lean up and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” he asks as you pull him towards the direction of the clubroom.

“Oh that? That was a kiss for luck tomorrow,” you tease.

“Hmmmm, then what’s your answer to my question?” he asks pulling you back to him.

You lean up, giving him a longer, deeper kiss. “Satisfied?

He nods. “Wait for me?” he asks glancing up towards the clubroom.

“Always,” you agree and he smiles.

OH BOY Jade, Firefighter AU for Semi? I sure wouldn’t mind him saving my ass, carrying me out of a burning building, or just for the heck of it. Hnggggggg that uniform.

“I never thought a public auction could be so fun,” you giggled, eyeing the prizes.

“Isn’t it a little… sexist?” Hitoka asked timidly, sipping her champagne, her cheeks tinted pink and steadily rising in color.

“My, my, never would have pegged our little Yacchan as pervy. It’s not that kind of auction sweetie.”

The pink flushed to scarlet and her ability to speak became nonexistent.

Shimizu sighed, “She’s just teasing, Hitoka-chan.”

You chuckled, patting the little blonde on the head then turned your attention to your bid sheet, eyes flicking up and down as you searched out number tags to go with the small bios written on the page.

#1: Sawamura Daichi, police officer. Officer Sawamura has been on the force for four years. A steadfast law enforcer, he has multiple arrests to his credit and is training with the K-9 unit along side his pitbull, Tanaka. Funds raised on his behalf will be donated to the K-9 unit’s retirement program, launched to allow officers and their retired dogs not to be parted at the end of their term.

“Ooooo, Yui-chan, he looks right up your alley,” you said, pointing out the dashing policeman across the room. “Damn he looks good in that uniform, doesn’t he?”

“Hey, now who’s the perve?” she asked.

“I never said I wasn’t one. And look who’s talking, miss “hasn’t taken her eyes off that broad back since I pointed him out”?”

“That is a rather long name,” Shimizu mused.

You all giggled.

“Hmmmm, let’s see, who’s next,” you murmured.

#3: Semi Eita, firefighter. Semi Eita, alongside being a very astute and admired firefighter, is considered among his peers an arson specialist, working closely with law enforcement on suspicious fires. Funds raised on his behalf will be donated to the youth center located near his firehouse where he and his fellow firemen invest time building up the kids through sports and educational assistance programs.

You looked back up, catching sight of him immediately. It was a little disappointing that he wasn’t wearing turnouts but you supposed it wouldn’t have been appropriate given the semi-black tie affair attire.

Oh well, you could always imagine it.

“Oh! Let’s make this night a bit more fun, since the likelihood of our affording these hunks of beef are slim to none,” Saeko said, a bit louder than she should but she was buzzed and there would be no stopping her.

Hitoka and Yui looked ready to bolt but you and Shimizu kept hold of them. “What do you have in mind?” you asked.

Saeko grinned, pulling out her phone. “It’s this new app I found, called DARE. You press this button and it spits out a list of dares varying in point value. The higher the risk the higher the points. And it deducts points if you don’t do anything from the list.”

“Sounds fun, I’m in,” you said.

Saeko entered all your names and handed the phone to you. “Bravest goes first!”

You pressed the button and a list of three dares popped up.

Take an embarrassing selfie and post it as your profile picture
Ask a stranger to style your hair and keep it that way for the rest of the day
Use a lame/embarrassing/suggestive pick up line on your crush

With a wry grin, you said, “I’ll do number three,” and handed the phone to Saeko.

You touched up your makeup and hair, then throwing a wink to the girls, made your way to a small cluster of men, in which contained the object of your affection– for the evening at least.

“Excuse me,” you said and they all stopped talking to look at you. You kept your eyes solely fixed on the ash blonde firefighter. “I just wanted to let you know, that I’d slide down your pole anytime.”

There was a pause then Semi Eita tilted his head and said, “That’s an urban myth, you know. Building codes don’t allow for holes in the floor since someone could fall through or let go of the pole, falling and injuring themselves.”

You blinked up at him, then burst out laughing. Reaching up, you tapped the lapel of his suit. “You’re lucky you’re pretty,” you said, then turned and sashayed away.

From behind you heard someone, the redhead you supposed, cackling. “SemiSemi you moron, you couldn’t get a better opening line than that! Go after her, you doof!”

“Shut up Tendou!”

BONUS:

It was a few weeks later when you found yourself pressed to a wall, Semi’s mouth on your neck. You sighed, carding your fingers through his hair and gasping as his hand pushed past the waistline of your shorts.

“I seem to remember being called to put out a fire, but you’re wet enough to do it yourself,” he mumbled against your flesh, his fingers diving into your heat.

Your head fell back, breath coming a bit faster as you stared at each other through half lidded eyes. “Then burn me, Eita,” you whispered.

He withdrew, whipping off his shirt before stooping to fling you over his shoulder into the classic fireman’s carry and headed to your bedroom.

Ushijima – Let the man speak

ASK:From the sentence and Drabble prompts, can I get “You look…” “Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?” With Ushijima with a reader who hates dressing up? Thanks! You’re the bomb!

Thank you so much! I’m so sorry this took me forever to get done but I really hope you like it!

The bra pokes and the material is clingy and why can’t you just get away with wearing a simply nice shirt and skirt?! But no, your mother insisted on buying you a new ridiculous dress that “enhances your features”. You know this is a special evening for Wakatoshi, there’s no denying it but do you really have to get this dressed up?

“_______! Wakatoshi is here!”

You groan, take one last look in the mirror. Your hair is done and you’re wearing so much makeup you wonder if he’ll even recognize you.

One last shift of the bodice then you’re taking slow measured steps so as not to trip over the front of the dress.

You round the corner to find Wakatoshi standing by the door decked out in a full suit.

Ok, so maybe your mom was right.

As you make your way towards him he says, “You look-”

“Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?”

He tilts his head. “That wasn’t what I was going to say.”

“Oh.” You can’t manage to keep a hurt tone from your voice. Granted, you feel exceptionally awkward and would be the last person to admit you think you look good but you thought maybe at least he-

Wakatoshi’s deep voice breaks into your downward spiral. “You look ethereal.”

His hand lifts yours to his lips, a delicate kiss planted to its back and you blush furiously.

But with a smile.

Can I get a scenario with a domestic Iwa-Chan where he finds out his daughter has a boyfriend?

haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

I guess it’s Iwaizumi Week here on this blog lol either that OR you all are secretly super in love with Iwa-chan ;D The daughter’s age wasn’t specified, but I hope you like how I imagined this to go down haha Thanks for requesting! – Admin Satori ❤

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Kiyomi (Pure Beauty) – Daughter (13)

Maro (Myself) – Twin Son (4)

Reiji (Courteous Child) – Twin Son (4)

It was a madhouse in the Iwaizumi household. A mess was made of the fresh laundry by his oh so precious twin boys, and his daughter wasn’t home from school just yet to help him wrangle them together! It seemed every time he’d catch one, he’d have to struggle or overreach his body’s limitations to catch the other! Doing this would only cause him some muscle pain tomorrow – he wasn’t the spry young man he once was!

“Daddy! Over here! Can’t catch me~!” Then a messy raspberry before Iwaizumi was hurdling over the pile of laundry on the floor – having rashly decided to get his children under control before working to clean up the house.

Probably a poor decision, but a decision nonetheless.

A key in the lock of the front door had Iwaizumi turning to ask his daughter, Kiyomi, to help him grab her brother before the mess got worse. But his request died in his throat when he saw who was walking through the door with his baby girl.

Oikawa Yukio. Holding his daughters hand. Fingers laced. A light blush on his daughters cheeks and a wide smile on the little boys face – an identical one to his fathers, Oikawa Tooru.

A thump and a whine from Maro, Iwaizumi’s son, had Kiyomi looking at her father with identical green eyes, “Daddy! Why’d you drop Maro? You hurt his little head!” She let go of Yukio’s hand before rushing to her baby brother, kissing his forehead and making the four year old wrap his arms around her neck. “Daddy didn’t mean it, baby brother, he’s just being weird.”

“Me, too! Me, too!” Reiji rushed over to his brother and sister, wrapping his own arms around his sisters neck and smiling widely when she pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Boys.” Iwaizumi’s voice rumbled in his chest, the twins looked up at their father curiously – knowing he was about to give them a direct order… That was his daddy voice after all. “Distract your sister…. I have someone to talk to.” Then he was moving towards Yukio, who froze like a deer in headlights at the sight of his uncle practically charging towards him.

Maro and Reiji smiled far too sweetly at their big sister before they went completely limp in her arms, making her struggle to hold herself up as they dangled from her neck and shoulders. “Ah! Maro! Reiji! Cut it out!” Her hands pushed at their holds, trying to free herself – knowing her father would most likely scare off her new boyfriend. Her Yukio.

Yukio stared up at Iwaizumi with wide light brown eyes, identical to his fathers, “Uh… Go-Go-Good Afternoon, Uncle Iwa… H-h-how are y-you?” Unlike his father, Yukio had more sense to be afraid of those much larger than him – and his uncle was a mountain compared to his ant hill.

“Let’s take a walk, Yukio.”

His voice was deep, dark, and almost had a grave tone to it – Yukio wasn’t sure if this would be his last walk ever. He’d known how protective of Kiyomi his uncle was, and he’d known his own father had been praying nonstop for Yukio to gain the courage to ask her out – two forces for opposite causes. An idea sparked his movements, having him shuffle out the front door with Iwaizumi following behind him, and he prayed it would throw the scary father off his trail for even a little bit.

“D-D-Dad told me to ask her out!” Yukio blurted suddenly, and Iwaizumi grabbed his shirt to stop him from running for cover. The young boy was prompted to turn around and face his uncle, who admittedly looked less intimidating in the light of the day. Though, that didn’t stop the fear of the unknown push his heart into overdrive, “D-Dad said we-we looked cute together…”

Now Yukio blushed in embarrassment, scratching the back of his head as he stared down at his shoes, feeling a sense of shame for pushing all the blame off on his father. Oikawa had wanted his son to find happiness yes, and yes he did think his son and Iwaizumi’s daughter did look cute together, but to say he’d been the main drive of Yukio asking Kiyomi out…. Was a blasphemous lie.

And Iwaizumi knew it. Oikawa may have a death wish with many things – but pushing his son and Iwaizumi’s daughter together wasn’t one of them. Oikawa had known that was going to happen regardless. And so did Iwaizumi. Hell, he’d known as soon as Oikawa had come to him announcing the discovery of his son in his wife’s womb. It was bound to happen. Fate wanted Iwaizumi and Oikawa to stay together, near each other – together by friendship or by marriage of their children, whichever drew them closest.

But that didn’t mean Iwaizumi was just going to let it pass without a hitch.

Yukio gulped as he continued to stare down at his shoes, feeling his eyes brimming with tears now that he’d lied. Shamefully lied, feeling absolutely awful for pushing it off on his doting father. “Yukio…” The boy practically jumped at the rumbling of his uncle’s voice, but looked up at his familiar green eyes. Iwaizumi sighed and sat down on his porch step, patting the cement next to him, “Come here.” Yukio did as he was told, sitting next to his uncle and hiding his hands between his knees – they were clammy.

Silence held the air between them. Iwaizumi didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know where to start. Yukio was too scared to even look up from his knees. Inside the house, there was yelling and running around – Kiyomi trying to get to the door to make sure her daddy hadn’t ruined her best friend turned boyfriend, but being distracted by her little brothers making more havoc of the house.

“I’m not…. Mad, Yukio.” Iwaizumi broke the silence, feeling his initial rage slowly die down. They were kids. 13 years old. So much more life ahead of them, Iwaizumi was sure they’d drift apart with time. Or grow stronger. “I want you to promise you’ll be careful with her.” It almost pained him to say something so… serious… to a boy he’d personally seen shit his pants when he didn’t get what he wanted as a toddler.

Yukio quickly nodded his head, “Y-Y-Yes, sir! Of course, Uncle… I wouldn’t ever do anything to hur-“

“I’m not done.” The boy shut his mouth, curling his lips inward and chewing on the bottom one – his uncle was terrifying when he wanted to be. “I trust you to not hurt her… Because you know your father wouldn’t tolerate it, either… Of all the snot nose boys she could have picked, against my wishes and hopes…. I guess… I’m kind of okay that she picked you.” It was hard to say, hard to express, how truly thankful Iwaizumi felt about his daughters and Yukio’s new step… Mostly because he had to get over his initial, primal need to protect his offspring from anything and everything.

But he had practically raised Yukio along with Oikawa and his wife. And Oikawa had done the same to Kiyomi and the twins. They were familiar. They were family. The idea of his daughter and Oikawa’s son was much more… welcomed… than the idea of his daughter with some schmo only wanting the worst for her.

“Uncle?” Iwaizumi glanced at Yukio from the corner of his eye, feeling if he looked at the boy any more that he’d get less okay with what was happening. “I’m sorry I lied about Dad…” Yukio hung his head in shame, still feeling awful for his false claims.

Somehow… The shame rolling off Yukio’s shoulders had a comforting effect on Iwaizumi. Made him more comfortable with the idea of this better rounded boy dating his precious daughter. Iwaizumi hummed and patted his ‘nephews’ back, “It’s fine.” And it was. Iwaizumi didn’t feel his initial rage anymore, nor did he feel any negative feelings towards Yukio. Because he knew Yukio may look exactly like his best friend, exactly like Oikawa in every way…

But he wasn’t Oikawa. He wasn’t the pretty, popular, troublesome boy Iwaizumi had gown up with throughout the years.

A loud smashing of glass echoed from the house – and Iwaizumi let out a loud, long sigh before he was standing up from the porch and walking to the front door. “I’m getting too old for this trash. Boys!” All havoc stopped in its place as the twins looked at their father with wide green eyes, waiting for his next order while Kiyomi stopped chasing after them, giving her father an exasperated expression. Iwaizumi chuckled lowly, feeling as if he had a long journey ahead of him with these children of his.

By the time Kiyomi is 13… Iwaizumi is 40 years old – poor old man lol Just thought I’d slide this detail in there for better clarification 🙂

This is ridiculously cute!!

Yoohoo 🎡 I want to know ur thoughts about the captains having a (one year) younger sister who is introspective, nerdy and clumsy! She’s rather independent two!

Daichi

Would give her space and
still watch over her; He would be subtle about it though, so she wouldn’t
notice. He wants her to spread her wings and be independent, but he always
looks out for her;

If he senses something bad
coming her way, he intervenes; Again, he would prefer it if she didn’t notice,
but when it comes to protecting her from harm he doesn’t really care.

Since she is clumsy, he
would try to prevent accidents from happening due to this trait of hers. If she
tries carrying more than she should, he just grabs the things about to fall
before she even takes her first step.

He smiles at her nerdiness;
He thinks it’s endearing and he will bring her little tokens of her favorite
nerdy things – be it anime, books, games, whatever it is. He might tease her at
home, but when he sees something he knows she would enjoy, he would get it

He would also join her if
she were to go for an event; he would worry too much otherwise

Kuroo

Would tease his clumsy
little nerdy sister, maybe playing harmless pranks on her

He would definitely buy
whatever special edition item makes her heart soar and acts like he got it for
himself, satisfied as she pouts and rages

When with other people he
would watch her from afar, and he would notice everything. He would spit out
borderline teasing venomous comments at anyone who tries to flirt with his
sister, because nobody would be good enough for her

If anyone dares calling her
a nerd in an insulting way, Kuroo will be there to scare them; His tall frame
and serious face in combination with his unwavering voice will make anyone pee
their pants and noone calls his sister something negative ever again

Bokuto

Would cherish his sister.
He’d go with her to events full of joy, sharing her excitement for whatever. If
she is a game nerd, he will game with her, if she is into anime, he will watch
with her. Whenever they are at an event, he will take her on his shoulders so
she can see better, bouncing up and down and being quiet excited himself

He would laugh about the
clumsiness and the next thing they know, Bokuto drops his ice cream or stumbles himself; Which has both of them laughing hard

Would boast to others about
his sister. How thoughtful and smart she is, how she may seem all quiet and
shy, but is actually quiet more than just the nerdy thinker she appears to
be

If she cheers for him, he
will get hyped and score a lot more points, just to make her see how amazing
her big brother is

Yui

Would
love her sister dearly just the way she is;

She
keeps trying to intervene if you start overthinking everything; Yui will know
and she will try to take some of your worries away and usually it works

Yui
will always know how to best support you so you can thrive to be the best version
of yourself possible; She will always praise you and help you if you need it

She
will laugh about your clumsiness, it reminds her of a newborn kitten

But
she will always ask if you are alright first – she wouldn’t laugh if you were
hurt, ever;

She wouldn’t mind if you borrowed her clothes – she won’t show it, but seeing you combine her clothing and make them your style is intriguing

She loves to see you grow, your independance amazing as well as a little scary, since you’ll always be her baby sister

Moniwa

Won’t think much about it at all – you are his little sister and he cherishes you

When he realizes you don’t really need anyone to look after you, poor Moniwa feels so lost

Because he can’t help but try to look out for you; He feels the need to protect you from all harm, even if it is your own mind overthinking; But since he knows you, he will find a way to do so in a not-suffocating-manner

Especially since you are clumsy, Moniwa is always trying to help prevent any incidents, worrying about your health and safety

He doesn’t realize you are nerdy until someone points it out to him; And he doesn’t really care then either;

He’ll be an amazing older brother, supporting your nerd-needs, helping you get your hands on rare items

Futakuchi

He will have baby and childhood pictures of you ready for friends or potential s/o when needed – embarrassing ones. Ones right after you tripped, red faced and teary, ones where you are just about to fall, stumbling on your own feet

He will make fun of your clumsiness, but anyone dares joining in, he’ll make them pay

Your nerdy nature is a little weird to him, and he teases you about it too – he may even draw a mustache or pile of poop on your favorite poster when you fight

He’ll be sorry though and he will make it up to you

He acknowledges your independance, that doesn’t mean he won’t always be the cockblocker that he is – be prepared to see potential s/o run, because Futakuchi sure knows how to handle them

He has a way to tease you out of your introspective hole when he feels you are overdoing it

Oikawa

Has to watch out for his
sister 24/7 – he thinks everyone adores her and that nobody can have her,
because she is his wonderful innocent sister.

He is quite nerdy himself,
so to go all out on being a nerd with his sister, he would have so much fun
getting them the same shirts, joining her for conventions or festivals;

If she gets too caught up
in over thinking or even criticizing herself he stops her, noticing the effect
those thoughts have on her immediately – he won’t let herself be trapped in her
own mind.

Other than that he admires that she is more of a thinker, the way she
reflects everything familiar to him, especially since she has a talent to
notice anything in those around her as well

Ushijima

Would not think much of it.
He watches over her, but he doesn’t interfere. He doesn’t comment on her
clumsiness, but it only makes sense for him to try and prevent accidents. So if
she leaves cupboard doors open, he will just close them without a comment.

His direct way of phrasing
things makes her trust him, so when she gets caught up in a loop of self
reflection and such, he snaps her out of it;

A little sister would be
nice in general, but for her to be nerdy is quite something. Ushijima doesn’t
get the hype his sister feels about certain things, but he likes to watch and
listen to her go on and on about it

Terushima

He’d try to make it sound fun, but he is actually a really worried brother because of your clumsy nature

He is always afraid you hurt yourself, but he knows you won’t have him hovering over you, so he cracks jokes and tries to get rid of anything that could lead to you running into it or slipping

The way you reflect on yourself and others, and how you seem to think so much about everything, Teru admires that – and he likes to talk to you about your thoughts and hear your opinion

Daishou

Although he appears to be a tad bit of a brat at times, he is actually a true, gentle and loving big brother one could ask for.

He has a soft spot for her nerdiness – may tease about it just to poke fun but doesn’t mean it to hurt her feelings.

In fact, he would even go buy her a whole load of things of what she likes to help her with completing her collections. He would be a bit tsundere about it, too; but she could still see that happy tug of his lips.

Would wonder how could one be that clumsy – questions it once in a while. Daishou would lightly scold her to be more careful, because, seriously. He is genuinely worried for her well being.

Even with her being quite the independent person she is, he would keep an eye on her. He is protective of her, and is ready to give a punch to the guts if someone ever dared to lay a finger on her innocent self.

Kita

Would wonder where the
clumsiness comes from, but is used to it.

Tries to get rid of any
dangers for her clumsiness to take form, but fails because she would still find
things to bump into or throw over

He would take her nerdy
nature as it is, it is a given to him and he doesn’t mind.

So cute!! I especially loved Bokuto’s!

Congrats on your 1000 followers!! 💙 Could I request a soulmate au? I would love somebody who could make me smile, but also someone who could alwyas comfort me or cuddle with me when I’m sad! I love going to movies, musicals, and vball games, but I love to lay around and chill as well like reading or watching Netflix! I’ve only watched the anime so far, so I’m definitely not up to date with the manga :( I love soulmate aus with inconplete tattoos that match your soulmate’s! Thanks! 💙💙💙

Dear Blue heart
anon,

we chose to
call you Blue in this little story where you will meet your soulmate. We hope
that is okay. Since we want to make these scenarios personal for you, we prefer
using a name, instead of F/N.

Thank you for
all your support. We appreciate you and every time you pop up in our inbox or
notifications, we smile. You are so kind and cute and generous, so supportive
and amazing and we are so glad to have you!

Please enjoy
meeting your soulmate.

“What a cute
tattoo!” your seat neighbor whispered in class. It wasn’t the first time
someone complemented you on your soulmate tattoo. A panda bear, just on the
back of your hand, between wrist and thumb at the edge to your palm. It was
delicate, yet the panda itself looked sturdy and cute.

“Thank you” you
smiled. It looked complete to you, and you kept wondering what that was saying
about your soulmate. Your friends usually had a part of an image, just the hint
of an animal, an object, something. But your panda, he didn’t look like he was
missing anything.

You tried
concentrating on class but failed, your mind wandering back to your tattoo, your
eyes skimming the classroom. It was such an obvious place, but you still had no
idea who your soulmate could be.

~

“Hey Blue” a
familiar voice, footsteps to indicate someone was rushing to catch you. “Are
you ready for our last show tonight?” Your friend caught up to you, grinning
widely. “It’s so bittersweet, don’t you think?”

You nodded,
your heart heavy. “It is weird, to think that this is our last show together.
We will all graduate soon.”

The show your
musical group came up with was a lot of fun for you. You loved doing the
lights, loved how warm and cold light affected the scenery, how you could
affect where the eyes of your audience shifted to with just the right accents.
It was a rewarding task and you got to see your group perform, enjoying how
they gave it their all on stage.

“Do you think
the beauty and the giant will be there again, watching? They’ve been to all the
shows so far. Do you think they are crushing on one of the actors?” your friend
nudged your side when you didn’t reply immediately.

Your eyes
wandered to said giant, standing in front of his locker. His friend was talking
to him nonstop, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Who knows?
Maybe they just want to show their support” and you smiled softly looking away
right when his eyes landed on you, a slight blush creeping on his face as he watched you passing him.

~

When the
curtains fell and everything was done, almost all of you sniffled, cried and
laughed backstage. None of you could believe it was over, and there was a lot
of hugging and pats on backs going on.

After packing
up, you helped your friend loading a couple of things into storage before going
home. You didn’t talk much, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. Both of you
were content, enjoying the silence.

“Do you need a
hand?” You turned slightly. Ah. The “beauty” and his “giant friend”. You didn’t know much about
either of them, other than that they played volleyball for your high school team and were
apparently pretty good at it. You’ve been to a couple of games before, but
not these last weeks. It has been busy with the musical and all.

“Sure!” Your
friend replied and both boys made quick work of all the heavy stage gear.

“It was a good
last show. Very intriguing. I’m Futakuchi Kenji by the way. And this is my
friend Aone Takanobu.”

Aone bowed and
you weren’t completely sure, but it felt like he was only looking at you.

“Are you guys
coming to our game tomorrow?” Futakuchi asked after your friend made your
introductions.

“Of course we
are! We wouldn’t miss it!” Your friend nodded, hyped since the last game you
two watched was ages ago.

“Sure” you
added, barely above a whisper, but loud enough to reach Aones ears.

~

With a sigh you
plopped down on your bed after this long day, eyes feeling a little too dry from all the crying, but
your heart was warm and full. You lifted your hand, spreading your fingers to
study the little panda again.

Does this mean he is a big
cuddly

panda? Chuckling, you pulled your hand to
your heart. I sure hope so.

Aone Takanobu.
The image of him shot through your mind, his white hair and big eyes, his tall
frame. He was probably an amazing cuddler… and he kinda looked like a bear too.

Giggling, you shook your
head. What were you thinking? You turned, burying your
face in the soft pillow.

~

The game was
amazing. Your school team was even better than you remembered. Their huge baby setter had improved, got used to
playing with the team. He was a second year now, and he was finally growing into the role of
a playmaker. His hairstyle was still the same bird-ish one though.

They won by a
landslide and even though this was just a practice match, you cheered, loud and proud.
It was a good match and it made you itch to watch more. Which only reminded you that school was almost over. That this team would soon disband as well..

“Should we wait
for them?” Your friend asked, breaking into your thoughts, face flushed from all the cheering and yelling.

“I guess that
is the polite thing to do. We need to congratulate them as well” you said,
blushing when you saw Aone slip out of the locker room.

He came to
stand in front of you and just stared into your eyes. You gulped, head turning
to give your friend a questioning look. But she wasn’t there. It seemed you were alone.
With Aone.

“Great game”
your heart beat faster. What was going on? Why did this feel so… intense?

“Thanks” his
deep voice a low and pleasant rumble. “I noticed your tattoo.”

You lifted your
hand, examining the little panda with a warm smile.

“It matches mine” He spoke this quietly, shifting only slightly, barely noticeable. He, too, was nervous.

The words made
your heart stop and you looked up, mouth dropping open slightly at seeing Aones pink face. He held out
his hand, showing you his tattoo. The same sport as yours, just on his other
hand. A panda, slightly smaller, a tiny blue bow at its ear.

You couldn’t
say anything. You felt like you forgot every word you have ever known, glad for
your body to keep breathing on its own. His tattoo looked complete too, only that the pandas hand was slightly lifted upwards.

“Huh…” you
said, your eyes fixed on his tattoo as you lifted your hand to see. But it didn’t
seem like they fit…

“Is it okay if
I..?”

You nodded, not
even waiting for him to finish his question. Your mouth felt dry, your heartbeat
drowned everything out.

Aone took your
hand in his gently, his fingers intertwining with yours, tugging a little to make you move to
his side.

Oh.

Two Pandas.
Holding hands. Now complete.

You smiled up, your
eyes huge and glistening. Your heart filling with warmth at his loving gaze.

“yet the panda itself looked sturdy and cute.”- This description made me giggle.

Beauty and the giant , so so funny! I couldn’t figure out who the beauty was at first but when it turns out to be Kenji that’s too perfect!

“Does this mean he is a big cuddly panda” – yes! Aone is such a cuddly panda! Too cute!

Hey Jade ♡ I would love to be warmed up by Iwaizumi 😍 so how about “warming each other up” with my favorite Ace?

Iwaizumi – #15 Warming each other up

A biting wind races across the street, it’s sting cutting against Iwaizumi’s cheeks. He shivers, irritated at the sudden cold front that’s impeded upon his run. The forecast hadn’t called for temperatures this low the night before, so he predicted he’d be fine to do his normal route this morning.

The numbing of his toes says otherwise.

At this rate, he’ll be lucky to feel any of his extremities by the time he gets home. He doesn’t want to think about what his face looks like, the scarf he opted to use constantly losing its tension and sliding down. He really should have invested in that full coverage mask Oikawa kept bugging him to get.

Not that he’ll ever admit his friend was right.

Rounding another corner, the sight of your house brings a sudden warmth to his chest. He’s been crushing on you for the better part of the year but he’s never had the guts to do anything about it. Now, desperate to get out of the frigid air, he slides off his pride and races the distance to get to your front door.

He can barely feel the impact of his hand banging against it.

You open the door, eyes wide when you see just who it is seeking refuge this early.

“Iwaizumi-san! What on earth are you doing out in this weather?”

“I-I-I, di..didn’t expect it…t-t-t-o be…t-t-this cold,” he explains as you usher him inside.

It’s warm, almost hot but he can barely feel it.

“Sheesh, you look half frozen,” you admonish, drawing him towards a roaring fire. “Sit here while I get you some tea.”

He thanks you through chattering teeth, mentally slapping himself for allowing you to see him behave like such an idiot. Settling next to the hearth, he extends his hands, huffing a sigh of relief when feeling begins to return to them.

“Take your shoes and socks off, they’re soaked,” you say, but before he can move to do so, you’re already kneeling next to his legs, nimble fingers undoing the laces and tugging both off. Without pause, you begin vigorously rubbing his naked feet and he’s so thankful your back is to him because he knows his face resembles a cherry at this point.

Now that he knows they’ll support his weight, Iwaizumi leans back on his hands, staring at your back. You keep rubbing, hands working magic on his skin igniting embers deep in his stomach.

“There,” you say, satisfied smile on your face as you turn to face him, “no need to amputate.”

He smiles weakly, unsure what to do at this point. He knows what he wants to do, if the tingle in his lips is anything to go by, but despite his ability to move freely once more, he still feels frozen.

Standing up, you offer him a hand which he declines with a polite shake of his head, easily standing on his own thanks to your administration of friction to his numb limbs. He wiggles his toes experimentally and you giggle, the sound pulling more heat to his face.

He hates that he blushes so easily around you.

“Glad to see you’re warmed up,” you remark, but frown when you eye the tea on the table. “Guess I should have waited to make it. Here, I’ll heat it up.”

Iwaizumi isn’t sure what’s gotten into him, but as you reach past him towards the cup, he catches your hand, drawing you into his arms instead. Face blazing at his bold action, he nevertheless continues, wrapping his arms around you securely. At first you’re rigid, clearly surprised, but when he feels you relax into his hold he exhales the breath he was holding.

“Thanks,” he says simply, brushing a delicate kiss to your cheek.

When he pulls back, he’s please to see a hint of pink dusting them. Seems he can warm you up too.