Could I please request, Kuroo trying to get close to his crush who is considered to be an Ice Queen but instead just has really bad social anxiety and is very shy.

Kuroo knew there was more to her than meets the eyes. No one was one dimensional, no matter how hard they tried to give that impression; even himself from time to time.

But every time he tried to talk to her, she shut him down or avoided him all together.

“I don’t know why you’re trying so hard,” Kenma said, eyes focused on his PSP.

“Haven’t you ever heard of the thrill of the chase?” Kuroo replied.

Kenma glanced up briefly. “If you’re just playing with her-”

Kuroo put up his hands. “I’m not, I’m not. I just… find her intriguing. I can’t really explain it but I really do like her and want to get to know her better.” He sighed, dropping his hands. “If she’ll ever let me.”

“So what’ll it take to get you to agree to coffee?”

You looked up with a start, pen almost dropping out of your fingers. You fixed your face into your usual scowl. “Leave me alone, nerd.”

Kuroo snorted. “Wow, original. Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, how about answering my question?”

You got up, intent on walking away but he blocked your path. You looked up into half fringe covered eyes, startled at the seriousness you found. “Why would you want to go out with someone like me?”

Kuroo put his hands in his pockets, shrugged his shoulders. “You’re… different and intriguing and… pretty,” his cheeks colored slightly at this last, eyes casting to the ground. “What do you have to lose?” he added.

Your eyes searched his face for deception, for teasing, for anything to indicate an ulterior motive; and found none.

Finally, you smiled, faintly but true. “Ok, Kuroo-san, I’ll have coffee with you.”

could i get a kuroo x fem reader in their last year and they liked each other from the beginning but were “just friends” and she thinks he doesnt like her but confesses and they get a happy ending? i realy need one, i lost mine

kuroast:

i’m so sorry to hear that, and trust me i’ve been there and ofc it’s going to hurt but you’ll fall again and hopefully it’ll be requited 😘💕 stay strong! i’m here if you need to talk~

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You twirled the alcoholic drink in your glass as you absentmindedly watched how the moon reflected upon it. In all fairness, while the fact that this field trip was the last one you were going to have with the volleyball team, a part of you was still shaken up after suspecting Kuroo fell for another. He didn’t admit to it himself, but doubt inflicts more damage than certainty ever could.

A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned into the chair that was positioned, in your ever so humble opinion, rather perfectly on the balcony; it allowed you an astounding view of the starry sky yet kept you hidden from the wind. With a single glance at what was going on back in the livingroom, you could barely suppress a smile at the sight of Kuroo massaging his temples in despair over the nonsense Lev was spewing.

It was the perfect picture; one you were certainly going to miss once you leave.

Mere seconds after, Kuroo’s eyes locked with yours, resulting in him breaking out in a smile. With a single eye roll at the first year, he got up and made his way towards you.

“I feel like a failing parent,” he commented, closing the balcony door behind himself before placing the beverage that he tried his best not to spill, on the table.

“Next time, use protection,” you winked before raising your glass towards him in a sarcastic manner. He matched your pace and took a sip himself, a smug grin gracing his lips at your taunting.

Comfortable silence followed in; truth be told, atfter the entire day with the team, not even Kuroo would complain about finally getting some peace and quiet.

“Do you realise this is goodbye?” he suddenly blurted out as he awaited your reaction— was he the only one dreading it?

“I prefer to think of it as an opportunity to think of all the good memories we’ve had— it might be a goodbye, but not forever. It’s just that this chapter of our life is over.”

The male quirked his brow quizzicaly, rotating so that he was turned towards you properly, “Deep conversations under the stars with accompanying alcohol? Sign me in.”

Through a stiffled laugh you shook your head at him and found yourself regretting it afterwards. Perhaps you had a sip too many and dizziness overcame you.

“That’s what I’m talking about; every trip we go on, we end up like this. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to drink on a balcony without a part of me hoping you’re going to follow suit.”

“One day, I might,” he added, trailing off. As he opened his mouth to continue, you beat him to it. Nine chances out of ten you were going to regret it— at that point, the alcohol was talking and you had nothing to do with it.

“Don’t get my hopes up like that. You always do that,” your tone changed and you could no longer maintain eye contact. Puzzled by the change in the atmosphere, the raven leaned in, prepared to offer you a shoulder for whatever you might need.

“I like you,” you blurted out, “And I know you don’t like me. And I’m trying so hard to get over you. I kept letting go, I kept convincing myself that I was ready to do so. At times I was. It’s you, though. I blame you. You’re the one who won’t leave no matter how many chances I give you. In a crowd you look for me, you never leave my side— you don’t even give me five minutes with my other friends. I mean, for fuck’s sake, you aren’t supposed to chase a girl through the field, blowing dandelions at her unless you like h—“

“I do.”

“W-what?” your voice cracked; at that very given moment, your heart was racing so lound that you could hear it, and most likely he could as well.

“Have you ever once thought that I was always by your side because I like you? Because I need you? Because I want you? Because I would choose your company over anyone else’s?” he continued, getting up from his seat so that he could face you properly, “Every time you brushed me off as just a friend, it hurt, but I was prepared for it if it meant staying by your side.”

“What about—“

“(Name), you said it yourself. A guy doesn’t chase a girl through a field, blowing dandelions at her unless he likes her.”

A moment of silence followed suit; you spent it staring at one another, whether in amazement or disbelief— perhaps even in wonder, as you marveled at the fact that you were blind despite your perfect sight.

So all it took, after countless nights of empty “what ifs” and daydreams, was a mere confession. Oh, the trouble you could have saved yourself from.

“Kuroo, you absolute idiot, kiss h-nhmp!” Lev was cut off by the hand of an exhasperated Kenma as he drew the curtains with the other, swiftly apologizing for the intrusion.

Previously unaware of their presence, the male’s cheeks burnt bright red as he took a step back, prepared to turn into a stuttering mess at any moment, only to have you pull him in for a kiss in the brief moment of drunken courage.

It was a short peck, for the height difference didn’t allow much else without the additional help of the flustered raven, but you beamed with happiness nonetheless.

“Say, what you want, but for once, he’s right,” you commented cheekily. Having the doubt and fear of rejection lifted from your shoulders, you found it in you to smile brightly with no regrets.

—————

And there it was, a short, happy ending for all of those who didn’t get theirs.

Awwww!!! I’ve missed your stuff! It’s always so good! I love that you call Kuroo a raven because as much as he’s a cat, a raven is a good description too and I love it!

How would Kuroo, Asahi, and Tanaka propose to their girlfriends?

imagine-that-haikyuu:

i got a nasty cold that i was hoping would just be
allergies, but that wasn’t the case. ε-(＞．＜;; hence, why updates were slower
this week. sorry, about that, folks. i needed a little pick-me-up and used this
for that reason

totally based tanaka’s on how my cousin recently proposed
to his girlfriend, which was much cuter than his original plan, if you ask me

Kuroo

Basically, he pulls a Jim from The Office where he does something purposefully
to make you think he’s going to propose but doesn’t to build suspense for when
he actually proposes (i.e., getting down on one knee while saying your name,
looking you in the eye, and then going to tie his shoe)

But
he’s not going to propose at a gas station mini-mart, rest assured.

No, you’re at the monthly trivia night at your
usual bar. As always, the two of you are way more into it than any of your
friends are and you’re tied for first against the one team you always lose to
at the last question of the night.

You’ve never been more pumped to write down the answer on the dry erase board at a moment’s notice. The game
host gets his question card ready and makes everyone wait on baited breath.

“Last question of the night. For twenty points:
___…”—You look up at the host clearly confused—“will you marry, Kuroo
Tetsurou?” And sure enough while you’re processing that this is actually
happening Kuroo’s still sitting right beside you with the ring out.

While your giggling uncontrollably, you write
down “Yes” on the white board and hold it up for everyone to see.

While everyone else is applauding the two of you
and cheering, he’s sure to ask again in his own voice and you respond all the
same.

Asahi

You’re sure he’s already bought a ring, so it’s only
a matter of time. Every time you think it might be the perfect chance,
though, it doesn’t happen. But you know he’s not the spontaneous type; he’s going
to have everything planned and do it in a very romantic setting.

It’s after a rough day at work and texting him
the whole time, he offers to take you somewhere that will cheer you up once you
get home. He doesn’t specify where, but when you ask him he answers with a, “Uh,
it’s a… surprise…”

This and how clammy his hands are when you hold
his on the way there is assurance enough that it’s happening now. Now you just
have to wait and see how he does it.

It’s so simple, but beautiful: a picnic already
set up at sunset into early evening at your favorite park.

You can tell he’s incredibly nervous, but he’s
keeping it together very well. He takes your hands and thinks over what he’s
going to say before slowly saying it. He’s not going to trip over his words and
ruin the mood he’s set for the evening.

“I
know I took longer than I should have to do this, but I needed the weather to
warm up enough so that it didn’t get too cold after sunset. So, please, ___,
will you marry me?”

And
god, it’s so cute and sweet and that you start laughing and crying and that
makes him start laugh and crying too. Somewhere in there you’ve managed to
squeak out a yes.

Tanaka

He’s got this planned to a T. He’s going to
propose while you’re at lunch with your parents—who are in on the plan—that afternoon.

He keeps the ring in his back pocket from the
moment he gets dressed in the morning, which ends up being early for him. His
excitement woke him up earlier than usual.

Tanaka’s ready for the day before you’ve even
properly woken up. You’re still in your pajamas and somewhat sleepy while you
prepare breakfast.

There’s no
way he’s going to make it until lunch. The very sight of you makes him
swell up with so many emotions. After only a few steps into the kitchen, he gets
down on one knee right there despite your back being turned to him.

You hear his footsteps and turn to greet him
sleepily only to be stopped mid-sentence by the sight of him kneeling and
holding up little red box opened with a ring sparkling inside.

He doesn’t even say anything and you’re already nodding
and trying to remember how to say yes.

“Will
you m—”

“Yes.”

“C’mon.
You’ve got to let me finish saying it first! ___, will you marry—”

“Yes!”

He
can’t argue with you after that because you’ve tackled him to the ground in an
embrace and keep shrieking “yes” with increasing excitement.

Going through the Asahi tag and oh my gosh how could I forget this gem?!! They are all so, so sweet!! 💖💖💖

Can I request a part two for the scenerio about the boys against their sisters dating?

sfw-haikyuu-nsfw:

I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS. And I’m also going to apologize because I can’t find the original post for the life of me and I don’t even know why. I’ve scoured my archives like crazy and am about ready to pull my hair out!

Anyway, I DO remember how everything played out, so I’ll write the sequel and immediately link the OP as soon as I find it. To clarify, It was three parts – the first being Oikawa dating Iwaizumi’s sister, the second Ushijima dating Oikawa’s, and the third Kuroo dating Akaashi’s – that didn’t exactly have a happy ending, but more one of the prospect of the brother’s trying to be okay with the dating situations. And I’ll be jumping in from there!

I hope you enjoy, Anon!

Iwaizumi stared at the couple from across the courtyard, his sister leaving no space between herself and Oikawa as the boy leaned to whisper something that brought a bright smile to her face. Iwaizumi felt his brows furrow as he stared harder, attempting to read the words coming from his friend’s lips despite not being able to hear them.

It had been nearly two months since he had discovered the relationship status of his younger sister and his best friend. And while it was undoubtably hard to adjust to the knowledge, he felt as though he was handling everything relatively well. His temper was something he constantly felt as though he were keeping in check, but it was all for her sake. He could care less what Oikawa thought.

“If you glare long enough Oikawa might drop dead,” Hanamaki voice broke through Iwaizumi’s thoughts, bringing the very glare upon himself. But the boy grinned back, elbow nudging into Matsukawa’s side. “He’s on a killer rampage!”

“Shut up,” Iwaizumi growled, gaze dropping to his bento but not finding anything appetizing to eat there.

“Hey,” it was Matsukawa this time, bringing Iwaizmi’s eyes back up, “try not being so mad all the time. She’s happy, he’s happy. You’re anger about it is throwing off the team. Maybe try actually being a supportive friend and brother instead of pretending to me.”

“Or continue trying to kill Oikawa with your gaze. I think you almost had his this time.”

Oikawa gave a small groan, his gaze shifting back to his sister with the brut that was Ushijima. The emotions that usually surfaced when he saw the Shiratorizawa captain were only amplified when he saw him with his sister, but he had practiced the art of holding his tongue for her sake. Only for her sake, never for his,

“Fine,” he uttered to Iwaizumi, “I’ll try being ‘friendly’”

Standing to his feet, Oikawa plastered a smile to his features before walking the short distance that resided between him and them. Giving them a bright greeting, he moved to press himself directly in-between the couple. Ignoring the annoyed gaze that his sister immediately placed upon him, his gaze shot over to Ushijima, the large man now with his hands folded in his lap instead of intertwined with his sisters.

“Perhaps we should do something?” Oikawa offered, making himself more comfortable in the tight space between them, attempting to create more space. “There’s that new space odyssey movie that’s come out. What do you say, Ushiwaka?”

“I–” Ushijima paused for a moment, his gaze shifting to her across from him and Oikawa could see her shaking her head from the corner of his eyes, “–it’s [First Name]’s decision.”

“Tooru–” when his gaze shifted over to his sister, he hoped that he looked sincere, because he wanted to be. If this was the man that she was choosing, than he wanted to be supportive of her, even if it wasn’t a decision he would have trouble accepting “–how about ice cream?”

Kuroo had offered to pay for the treats, something him and Akaashi bickered about for perhaps too long before she had stepped in. The moments between were quiet as they found a small round table to rest at and Akaashi immediately realized the full impact of his initial outburst over this situation. He watched the conscious distance placed between them and how they shared small glances before staring down at the table before them.

He had made them feel as though everything that they were doing was bad – taboo even – he had created an awkward wedge within their relationship and if they failed, he know it would have been because of him at this rate. That was the last thing he wanted, even if he didn’t one hundred percent support this, he couldn’t live with the knowledge that they would each blame them for the end of something that could’ve been beautiful.

Clearing his throat, Akaashi met with each of their gazes before speaking. “I’m sorry for my behavior,” he heard the way his voice wobbled slightly and he tried to correct it, but he wasn’t sure how. He wasn’t sure how this apology was supposed to even go. “I shouldn’t have reacted to terribly nor continued to hold a grudge.”

“Keiji…”

“I don’t want you to feel as though you should pretend to be something you’re not because of me,” he gave a kind smile to his sister, “I want you to be happy.”

Kuroo smiled in return when Akaashi’s gaze met with his. Hand reaching for hers, he leaned to press a kiss to her cheek and Akaashi was only slightly surprised by his lack of tension in his shoulders at the action. “Thanks, Akaashi,” Kuroo spoke then, “and would it be a bad time to tell you we’re having a shotgun wedding?”

Akaashi’s smile dropped. “Excuse you?”

“I’m kidding!”

Kuroo!! Smart ass just has to ruin it doesn’t he 😂. Great job as always!!