A Takeda scenario please~~! With s/o who is was angry at him for forgetting their anniversary due to much work and that he is also planning to propose to her. can the whole team help him in doing the proposal?

This came out really long but I hope you enjoy it! LOTS of fluff!

Takeda inhales a sharp breath. The moment he sees you his
memory finally kicks in to realize he’s committed one of the worst dating sins;
he forgot your anniversary. You don’t say a word, you don’t have to. The weight
of your stare from across the polished floors breeds tension in the room that
even the most oblivious of the volleyball idiots can sense.

“______,” begins Takeda.

“Don’t,” you say putting up your hand.
“Just…don’t.” Turning on your heel, you exit before the first of many
tears to be cried tonight falls. Takeda moves forward but stops in his tracks
when you shout over your shoulder, “And don’t follow me!”

There’s silence in your wake, none of those left behind sure
what to say to their dear sensei. They don’t know what happened but it’s clear
he made a mistake and a grave one at that. But he’s amazing; shouldn’t all his
good outweigh one bad move?

“My apologies,” Takeda says turning back around,
“um, let’s get back to work I suppose.” The team tries to regroup but
are distracted with concern for their advisor.

“Sensei, are you ok?” Hinata can’t help asking.

“Tch, it’s obvious he’s not,” sneers Tsukishima.

“Alright guys, take a lap to warm back up. Daichi, get
their heads back on straight,” Ukai orders.

“Hai!” responds the captain, ushering the team
outside.

Now alone with his friend, Ukai scratches the back of his
head and shifts his feet. “You, uh, wanna talk about it?”

Takeda smile is dull, a deep sigh pushing out the words of
his mistake.

“Welp, not surprised she’s upset but I mean, everyone’s
allowed one royal screw up, right?”

“I think this is heavier than that, Ukai-kun.”

The coach shrugs, thrusting his hands in his pockets. A beat
of silence passes then Takeda is speaking again. “I don’t mean to put her
on the back burner, I just get so focused with work and the team! She’s really
the most important person in my life. I… I want to ask her to marry me.”

Ukai’s jaw drops slightly; he’d no idea things had gotten
this serious between the two of you.

“You should sensei!” shouts Noya startling them
both. As the group surrounds them he adds, “We’ll help you!”

“Noya, you really shouldn’t-” begins Asahi.

“No, I think it’s a great idea. She really loves all
of you,” Takeda says smiling a bit wider. “And I’ll take all the help I
can get.”

The next morning you’re at home, eyes red rimmed and puffy.
You know Ittsetu would never do anything to hurt you intentionally, but it’s
hard not to feel a bit heartbroken to have been forgotten so easily. No, not
forgotten, more like overlooked but it stings all the same. A knock at your
door brings you out of your haze, hand rubbing your eyes in attempts to gain
clear vision again. When you open it, you’re surprised to see Yachi and Shimizu
on your porch.

“Good morning, _____-san,” Shimizu says politely while Yachi
just waves, her body quivering a bit but you can’t tell if it’s trepidation or
excitement; with this girl, it could be anything.

You offer a watery smile. “Good morning girls, is there
something I can help you with?” Then, your face bears concern as you ask
hurriedly, “Is something wrong? Did something happen to Takeda-sensei?”

“No, no,” Shimizu assures quickly shaking her head, “That’s
kind of why we’re here. We just wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“Oh, you two are very sweet,” you reply with a sigh. “I…I’m
sure he and I will work it out. You didn’t have to come all this way just for
that!”

“We…we were hoping maybe…maybe we could do that girls’ day
thing you mentioned!” Yachi says. “You know? To help cheer you up?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” you begin trailing off when you see her
expression drop. Perking yourself back up, you force a smile. These girls took
time out of their day off to try to help you feel better and you’re not going
to let their efforts be wasted. “You know what? You’re right! It’s the perfect
day for girl time!” Yachi lets out a yelp of encouragement while Shimizu smiles
softly. “Come in,” you continue drawing back from the threshold to allow them
entrance, “I just need to take a quick shower and get dressed, then we can go.
Did you have anything in mind?”

“We have a few ideas,” Shimizu says kindly as she takes a
seat on your couch.

“Ok then, you girls figure out the details and I’ll be back
in a jiffy.”

Fifteen minutes later, you’re dressed in one of your favorite
dresses, hair up and light makeup in anticipation of the heat of the day.

“Ohhhh, you look so pretty!” exclaims Yachi covering her
mouth.

“Thank you, Yachi-san,” you reply picking up your purse. The
next minute the three of you are outside headed to the train station. “So,
where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” the girls say together making you laugh.

The train ride is pleasant, filled with gossip about the
boys and you and Shimizu gently prodding Yachi to make a confession to Hinata.
It’s plainly obvious the two of them like each other and even though they’re so
young, you can’t help but be swept up in the memory of high school love. The
thought brings your own man to your
mind and you consider what to do about your current situation. You love Ittsetu
with all your heart and were of the mindset that he felt the same way, but now
you’re not so sure.

The train arrives to your stop and the three of you exit.
You get a few feet ahead of the girls before you realize they’re no longer
right behind you. Turning around, they’re standing next to one of the platform
pillars, smiles on their faces. Walking up to them, you ask, “What’s the hold
up?”

“We owe you an apology,” Shimizu says handing you an
envelope. “This was never about spending time with us, but we hope you’ll
forgive us the small deception.”

Confused, you open the envelope and find a note inside:

My dearest, ______, by
now you should be standing if not exactly at least near to the place you were
the first time I ever laid eyes on you. Your beauty took away my breath but
when you looked at me I couldn’t meet your eyes. It would take me months to finally
work up the nerve to even speak to you. But I’m so glad that I did. You are so
much more than just a pretty face, but yours is the only one I want to look at.

–
Ever your
captive, Ittsetu

When you look up, there are already tears brimming in your
eyes as you search for your beloved. “He’s not here, but this is your next
stop,” Yachi says handing you another ticket. The girls wave as you get back on
the train.

The next stop is one you know well since it leads to the
first place Ittsetu took you on a date. As you round the corner of the little
side street, you’re surprised to find Narita and Kinoshita seated at one of the
outside tables of the bistro.

“Good morning boys,” you say kindly, “you’re out early.”

“Good morning, _____-san,” they say together, both of their
voices a little shaky.

There’s a beat of silence before Narita is reaching under
the table and pulling out a bouquet of the same flowers Ittsetu gave you on
your first date while Kinoshita hands you another envelope and offers you his
seat to read it. You sit down, setting the flowers upon the table so you can
properly hold the paper.

Darling ______, the
stop was probably enough to give away where you’d end up next. This place will
always be ours, much as I hope you’ll always be mine. Whenever I catch wind of
these flowers, I’m reminded of you but their scent pales in comparison to the
natural sweetness that is your essence. When I breathe you in, you give me
life.

–
Intoxicated
by you, Ittsetu

Your smile is bigger now, letter clutched to your chest.
Silently, Narita hands you another ticket for which you thank him before
heading back to the station.

Again, the train whisks you away and again you smile widely
as it pulls to a stop. Exiting, you know right where to go, the park a quick five minute walk away. Looking at the top of the hill, you see four figures in
the distance but you don’t have to get close to know who they are.

Hinata is bouncing on the balls of his feet while Kageyama
and Tsukishima argue about you don’t know what. Yamaguchi has a sweet blush on
his cheeks as he hands you a box. Opening it, you find a tube of lipstick which
surprises you until you read the accompanying letter.

My star, you’re now at
the spot we shared our first kiss. I think the only other time I have been that
nervous was when I got my first kiss ever in junior high. But kissing you was
one of the most significant things to happen in my life, even if I did get
teased relentlessly by my fellow coaches and advisors for having a smear of
your lipstick on me. This will forever be my favorite color because it always
reminds me of that first kiss.

–
Willingly
marked, Ittsetu

“Here you go, ______-san!” Hinata exclaims loudly, shoving a
ticket into your hand.

You giggle, patting his head in thanks, before giving a wave
to the rest of the boys and taking your leave. Upon the train, you sigh softly;
Ittsetu may have made one of the biggest errors ever, but he’s definitely making
up for it now.

Another stop, another memory, this time in the form of the
place where you first told each other “I love you.” Now expecting to see
familiar faces, you grin widely at the sight of your two favorite misfits; Nishinoya
and Tanaka. The left winger spiker and libero rush over to you, eager to get
their gift and letter into your hands.

“Open it!” Tanaka says excitedly while Noya nods
enthusiastically.

Chuckling, you do as bidden, revealing a beautiful sterling
silver locket but instead of heart shaped, it’s fashioned to look like a book.
Opening it reveals a picture of you and Ittsetu at a faculty Christmas party,
both you dressed to the nines.

Every day a new
chapter of our lives is written and I cannot express the joy I have in my
heart that our stories are now intermingled. You enrich my life with color and
substance but ground me to the things that are most important. I never want to
part from you.

“This is your last stop,” Noya says giving you another
ticket. You kiss both their heads bringing furious blushes to their cheeks.

Exiting the train at your final destination brings you face
to face with the third years, each of them smiling warmly as you approach.

“Good evening, ______-san,” Sawamura says.

“Hello boys,” you reply. “I have to admit, I’m stumped on
this one, must be a new thing Takeda-sensei has in mind.”

“Always so perceptive,” Sugawara comments with a grin.

“Co…could you come with us, please?” Azumane asks quietly.

You nod, beginning to walk forward but Suga puts up his
hand. “Ah, ah, you have to put this on first,” he says handing you a blindfold.
You frown and pout playfully but tie it around your head obediently. The three
boys usher you slowly and carefully to wherever it is Ittsetu wants them to
take you.

“Ok, _____-san, here’s a seat for you,” Sawamura says
helping you to sit down. “Just wait here,” he adds then steps away.

It isn’t long before you feel movement near you and you just
know it’s Ittsetu.

“Ittsetu, can I remove this now?” you ask fingering the
blindfold.

“Yes,” he answers, voice a little rough with emotion.

Pulling away the fabric, you blink to gain your vision back
then gasp as you take in the sight of a huge oak tree lit from base to almost
its top with fairy lights. You’re seated at a table for two but Ittsetsu is
kneeling on one knee…oh god…

“______,” he begins taking your hand, “today you went on a
journey of our firsts. And now, I hope to make one more first,” he opens a
small box, ring gleaming inside, “and a last. I want you and only you by my
side until I leave this world. Will you…will you marry me?”

“Oh Ittsetsu, of course I will!” you cry, flinging yourself
into his arms. He holds you tightly, face buried in the crook of your neck
which he peppers with kisses.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you. I promise, I won’t ever do
anything so stupid again,” he breathes against your ear.

“It’s ok, I forgive you,” you reply hastily, pulling back
before moving forward again to plant a long kiss on his lips.

“I’ll take that as a sign she said yes.” Ukai’s voice snaps
your attention to the base of the tree where all the team begin to emerge with
tables, chairs and food; all the makings of an engagement celebration.

“Wait, where’s Ennoshita? He’s the only one I didn’t see
today,” you ask looking around.

“I’m here,” he says stepping out from his hiding spot. “I’ve
been following you the whole day documenting your trip. I’ll have the video put
together by the end of next week. Only,” he looks at Takeda, “Sensei, could I
have your permission to use it for my art school submission when I graduate
high school? I have a feeling it will be my best work yet.”

“Of course,” he answers quickly then looks at you, “Only,
that is, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind as long as we’re the first to see it,” you
reply and the second-year nods.

“Alright, then, let’s get on with the celebrating!” Ukai
calls.

“Whoohoo! I’ve got the sake!” Saeko cries making herself
known as she sets up drinks and food.

The rest of the evening is spent surrounded by the team
who’ve in the past year become like a makeshift family to you and Ittetsu and
as you watch them all interact with one another, you just know these bonds,
like the one you will make with your fiancé, will go on forever.

Hello dear~ Aone is a minor character right?? May I request a scenario where he tries to comfort his gf who is agitated/upset that people keep telling her to smile and to not look so cranky, when in fact she basically just has resting bitch face? (She actually hates when people tell her to smile) also this is totally not based on real life events, nope nope~ please make extra fluffy :)

Oh my dear, I love this gentle
souled giant SO MUCH! Thank you for requesting and I hope this makes you smile!

“_____-chan, why don’t you smile more? You know you’d look so much
prettier if you do.” You knew your best friend was just trying to help, but how
could that not be taken as a backhanded compliment?

“Really, ______, you have so much to be happy about, why do you always
look so glum?” If your mother was trying to encourage you, she failed miserably
only adding to your feelings of frustration.

“Geez, bad day?” a random classmate asks as you take your seat.

That was it. “No! It’s not a bad day, or a bad life, or a bad
anything!” you shout before you can think better of it. “Maybe I just have a
bad face!” There’s stunned silence around you but before anyone can say anything
else you run out of the room, Aone looking after you with a concerned frown. He
gets up, trailing behind you quickly and easily covering the distance thanks to
his long limbs.

He takes your hand, tugging you down a flight of stairs and under
it. You’re trying not to cry but failing miserably and he knows you’re embarrassed
so he sits on the ground and tugs you into his lap, allowing your arms to wrap
around him, your face buried in the crook of his neck.

“Why can’t people just leave me alone?” you mumble. “It’s
not like I’m doing it on purpose! This is just…my face!”
As you cry harder, his
embrace tightens, a deep rumble of disapproval at your predicament emanating
from his chest. Aone has never been one to speak a lot of words and can only
hope you understand how he feels through his actions.

After a few minutes, you quiet down with the only evidence of your emotional outburst being tear streaks on
your cheeks and the damp spots on his shirt.

“Why are people so judgmental?” you mutter.

Aone shrugs. He’s no stranger to people’s misplaced perceptions.
Truthfully, he’d been a little intimated by you himself when you first met but
he’d quickly learned how kind and compassionate a person you are, especially
when you were willing to sit next to him when no one else word. Over time, you’d
coaxed him out of his shell, never pushing him but rather waiting for him to open
up on his own. It’s one of the many things he loves and admires about you.

You inhale a deep breath, finally looking up at him, lips curling
into a soft smile at the look of concern on his face. “Sorry,” you whisper, “I
guess I’m just being a big baby.”

“Don’t apologize for how you feel,” he replies, large hand cupping
your cheek. “Just remember that you’re beautiful in every way, no matter what
anyone else says.”

You always bottle up Aone’s words like gifted treasure and these
sparkle like so many diamonds and rubies. A wider smile erupts on your face and
you lean up, kissing him gently. Locking lips with you never fails to bring a
blush to Aone’s cheeks but he bears the weight of possible embarrassment for
the privilege of your intimacy.

“I love you,” you say softly and he offers a small smile of his
own before he’s the one kissing a blush onto your cheeks.

Im not sure if i submit this on time but may i have Mayuzumi having his teen daughter brought home her new bf? Thank you

You did dear and thank you for requesting. I’m sorry this took so long, I hope you like it!

“Now remember dad,” your daughter says evenly, “you hafta be
nice.”

You hide a smile behind your novel as your husband lowers
his to meet Illyria’s eyes. His expression remains neutral, almost
disinterested but you both know better; the poor boy coming to dinner tonight
will not be given an easy time of it. Chihiro, after a moment’s stare, returns
to his reading earning a huff from your daughter and an amused chuckle from
you.

“Mom! Don’t encourage him,” she whines.

“I’m doing nothing of the sort,” you reply though your tone
holds mirth.

The kitchen timer sounds signaling the conclusion of your
casserole’s baking time. As you rise to remove it from the oven the doorbell
rings.

“I’ll get it,” shouts Illyria.

“Go help your mother,” orders Chihiro shutting his book as
he gets up.

“Dad, I got-“

“Now,” he cuts in firmly.

Illyria lets out a long-suffering sigh before stomping into
the kitchen after you. Chihiro waits a moment then heads to the door. Opening
it, his eyes narrow fiercely; there’s only one person whose son this could be.

“Good evening sir,” begins the red-haired boy, “my name is-
“

He’s interrupted by a curt, “Good bye Akashi.”

Beyond the slammed door, Akashi Hayato hears his girlfriend’s
high-pitched squeal of protest and swallows the lump in his throat. His father
had warned him the evening would probably not go smoothly. Gathering his
gumption, he strides in when Illyria opens the door, determined to do his best
in a bad situation.

At least you like
his father.

I’m pretty sure Yamazaki (KnB) counts as a minor character. Could I get a scenario with him and his s/o going on a date where things just seem to go hilariously wrong for him all day?

He totally counts as a minor character! And I’m sorry this
took so long and is so short but I just couldn’t get my brain to come up with
enough humor for a whole day date. I hope you still like it!

Yamazaki just had a feeling today was not going to go well. He
should have listened to his gut and just stayed home but, and he’ll never admit
this out loud, the pull to see you is just too strong. He’s been extra busy
with practice, Hanamiya really being a slave driver and, another admission that
rarely leaves his lips, he misses you.

But now, stuck near the top of the ferris wheel in the
middle of a sweltering summer day, he really wishes he’d not given into your
insistence to ride the damn thing.

“Shit, when the hell are they going to get us down?” he
grumbles looking over the side to the workers on the ground.

“Just be patient, Hiroshi, I’m sure we’ll be moving soon,”
you reply. “What, are you afraid of heights or something?

“No! It’s fucking hot is all and I wouldn’t be surprised if-
What the fuck?!” His last words are roared out as frigid, sticky slush descends
from above covering his head, neck and chest dying them a temporary hue of
bright green.

You’re stunned to momentary silence before erupting into
fits of laughter. “Well,” you snort, trying to catch your breath, “at least now
you’re not hot anymore.”

“Shut up,” he hisses, glaring daggers at the cart above you.
They better get you moving fast, because Yamazaki is about to climb the rigging
to beat the snot out of the punk who doused him.

for minor character monday: a fluffy scenario, please? where akiteru and his girlfriend work in the same office, but haven’t told any of their coworkers that they’re dating yet. they try to tone down their flirting at work, but they fail miserably (and comically)

Akiteru can’t believe his luck. Not only has he scored an
amazing job after graduation but he’s managed to meet the girl of his dreams at
the same time. The only challenge is, one coincides with the other and you’re
both hesitant to reveal your new status to the people you work with. A new
relationship, while fun and exciting, is difficult enough to navigate without
the added annoyance of work place teasing. Plus, neither of you are sure of the
policies surrounding inner company dating.

And yet, even with those potential pitfalls, Akiteru can’t
help himself from sidling up next to you, chest grazing your back as he
reaches above you in the guise of trying to get a coffee cup while his hand
ghosts over the curve of your rear.

“Akiteru,” you hiss under your breath, “stop that!”

“How can I help myself when you have such a fine ass?” he
questions against your ear.

Before you can answer, a voice belonging to one of your
co-workers asks, “What’s that about ass?”

Akiteru jerks away from your body almost dropping the coffee
cup in the process. He fights a losing battle of a blush as he stammers, ‘No..nothing
new, just my brother being an ass as usual, you know, kids these days.”

“He’s in college now, isn’t he?” you ask, eager to keep up
the farce.

“Yeah!” Akiteru answers a bit too loudly, “But, hey, he’s
still a kid to me.”

“Uh huh,” your fellow cubicle dweller responds slowly.
After a moment of silences, she goes on, “A word of advice, if you want to hide
the fact that you’re dating you might want to practice better subtly. Or, you
know, stop thinking you’re fooling anyone.
Everyone already knows.”

Akiteru groans, “Everyone? Including Mr. Ishima?”

She sends a sly grin over her shoulder. “You just helped him
win the bet.”

[Minor Character Monday] Hyuga Junpei being comforted by his female friend after he was rejected by Riko. How would she help him to pick up and move on? How would she divert his attention? What if he really had feelings for her, but they were hidden because he thought she was taken?

Aw, you chose one of my fave babes! Thanks for the request!

Riko stands momentarily frozen, her eyes wide open. Slowly
her hand covers her mouth, a delayed effort to hide the shock she feels.

“Say something Riko,” Hyuga pleads gruffly.

“I…Junpei…I’m sorry but…I can’t return your feelings,” she
whispers, eyes brimming with tears. She swallows once, taking a deep breath.
“Teppei and I…we’re giving it another try.” She reaches out as Hyuga turns to
leave, his face flushed in embarrassed frustration. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell
you sooner, it just…it happened after he got back from the hospital. We…I…I
didn’t know.”

“You have nothing to
be sorry for. It was…my own misunderstandings about what there is between us
that led to this,” he says, walking out before she can say anything further.

From down the hall, you see him exit the trainer’s room and
reach up your hand to wave but just before you call out a greeting you see his
face and stop cold; clearly things did not go well with Riko. Shouldering your
bag, you hastily cut through the crowd of students now making their way to the
cafeteria and their favorite eating spots for lunch. Hyuga jumps slightly as
you take his arm, leading him away from the crowds to your own secret spot
behind the groundskeeper’s shack.

“Ok, spill it,” you say looking up at him.

“_____-chan, I don’t really feel like talking,” he says
frown deeper than usual.

“Tough, I’m one of your besties, and you need to get this
out so do it,” you retort.

Hyuga looks at you with hard eyes but you don’t even flinch.
Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair, dropping his head and your gaze. It
will take more energy than he has to continue arguing with you so he snaps out,
“She rejected me, ok? I confessed and she rejected me! Happy?”

“Of course not Junpei,” you answer quietly.

He lets out a frustrated huff as he turns his head to look out over the expanse of the baseball field.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, “I…I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine, you’re hurt, I understand,” you interject
quickly. After a beat of silence, you ask, “Did…is she with Kiyoshi-san?”

Hyuga whips his head back to face you, eyes wide. “Did you
know about them?”

You shake your head fervently. “No! No, not at all but I do
know they have a history and, well, that’s the only reason I could think of for
her to reject you.”

“There’s probably a dozen other reasons too,” he grumbles
but is startled when you clamp your hands on his cheeks and make him look you
in the eye.

“Not true, you’re wonderful, Junpei, a girl would be lucky
to have you. Riko isn’t stupid, so if she said no, Kiyoshi is the only reason
why.” You pause, taking a deep breath. “Are you going to be ok?”

“Of course,” he says quickly.

“No, I mean, you already hold a ridiculous grudge against
him for some reason so I’m sure this is only going to add fuel to that fire.
The team needs their captain to be able to lead all of them, so I’ll ask you again; are you going to be ok with
this? With them?”

Hyuga doesn’t know what to say, everything is still so raw
but he does know he appreciates your concern as annoyed as he is by the whole
situation he now finds himself in. Closing his eyes, he places his hands over
your own and says, “I don’t know yet.”

“Fair enough,” you say removing your hands. Hyuga finds he
enjoys the lingering warmth they’ve left.

The bell rings signaling the end of lunch but before he can
walk away you ask with giddiness in your tone, “Hey, you wanna get outta here?”

Hyuga’s eyes go very large. “You want to skip the rest of the day? Are you
insane?”

“Maybe, but that’s beside the point. You need to get away
from here, take a break. Just…come on!” you insist, grabbing his hand and
tugging hard to lead him towards the school gates and because Hyuga would
rather not make a scene while playing
delinquent, he adheres to your insistence and follows you out. His apprehension
lasts all the way down the street, but your wide, bright smile and the shine in
your eyes quell it, if only slightly.

The two of you head to Maji Burger because it’s the closest
place to get food which both of you did not have during the lunch hour thanks
to your “talk”. Hyuga says, “Grab a seat, this is on me.”

“Absolutely not! The broken hearted do not buy their own
junk food. You sit down and I’ll treat!” you insist pushing him into
the nearest booth. He grumbles at your manhandling making you giggle before
your form moves away to the counter to order. You’re back quickly with to-go
bags.

“What’s this?” he asks cocking an eyebrow.

“You need a distraction, so we’re going to my place to watch
an absolutely fabulous and funny anime series I just started that I know you’re going to love! Come on!”

Groaning, Hyuga stands, shouldering his bag and your own
despite your protests. You walk quickly to the station, the stop for your house
not too far away and before long Hyuga finds himself collapsed on your couch
watching a surprisingly good show and inhaling his food because he’s starving
by this point. Your laughter rings out repeatedly, commentary pouring out
around your full mouth because you’ve already seen the first six episodes.

He watches you with a bemused face, appreciative that you’ve
taken the time and effort to make him feel better. And it’s then he realizes
that he actually does; he feels better. The cracks in his heart are less wide,
the tightness in his throat has been relieved and the ache in his head is
soothed; all because of you.

“Hello? Earth to Junpei, you in there?”

Your voice startles him out of his haze and he shakes his
head. “Sorry, guess I zoned out there for a minute,” he mumbles looking back at
the TV.

“It’s ok, I can only do so much to distract you. It will
take some time,” you say patting his knee, “but you’ll get over it.”

He nods absentmindedly before clearing his throat and
asking, “I, ehm, I’ve been so busy lately we haven’t had much time to talk. How’s
that guy from the baseball team?”

“What guy?” you ask stuffing a piece of chocolate in your
mouth.

“You know, the guy you’re dating or whatever,” he says
confused.

“I don’t know what rumor mill you subscribe to, Junpei, but
I’m not dating anyone from the baseball team. I’m not dating anyone at all,
actually,” you reply with a shrug.

This knowledge brings more comfort to Hyuga than he really
thinks it should. Now is most definitely not the time to say anything, but the
little flutter he feels when your hand brushes against his as you reach for the
popcorn bowl in his lap is reason enough for him to get his head together.
Tomorrow, he’s going to make amends properly with Riko and Kiyoshi. While he did have feelings for her, they were
apparently not as deep as he thought and he can only feel grateful that Kiyoshi
had already filled the spot he’d intended to take; how much worse would it have
been if she’d said yes and he only realized
afterwards how much he actually likes you?

can i request narita kazuhito going about his day? what his mornings are like, his classes, and finally practice with the karasuno boys? interaction with kinoshita hisashi and ennoshita, and by extension tanaka and noya, would be awesome. better yet is if he talks to kiyoko and yachi!! u (alternatively, you could just switch this prompt to ennoshita since narita has like 5 lines of canon dialogue in the anime ;-; also if you need me to be more specific, lemme know~!)

Hello! I’m so sorry this
took forever, I hope you like it! I tried to write a scenario but because I
don’t have a great feel for his character changed over to head canons, I hope
you don’t mind.

Mornings

Narita wakes up early to
make it to practice before classes. And when I say early, I mean he’s up before
the sun. His family is all still asleep and he does his best to keep quiet so
as not to disturb them.

He’s made his bento the
night before so he grabs it and his backpack before heading out the door where
he mounts his bike and peddles to school. He enjoys the crisp morning air
because it helps wake him up for the day.

When he arrives he finds
his fellow second years, Ennoshita and Kinoshita arriving near the same time.

“Did you do the book
report?” Ennoshita asks.

“Yes, sensei,” Narita
mocks through a yawn.

“Don’t be such a smart
ass,” comments back the captain in the making.

“You really are getting
to me more like Daichi every day,” remarks Kinoshita.

Classes

Narita isn’t the best
student but he’s not the worst, he’s a middle ground walker on the academic
scale.
He pays attention and
answers questions when specifically chosen but will hardly ever raise his hand.
If he doesn’t understand something, he’s usually too embarrassed to ask so he
saves all his questions for Ennoshita.

“Why don’t you ask your
teacher?”

“Because I have you!”

Practice

Despite still being
mostly a bench warmer, Narita practices hard every day and does find himself
improving. He knows (or rather hopes) that there will be some spots open on the
court some day when the existing third years leave and he’s prepping to be
ready to step in.
Tanaka likes to give him
a hard time every now and again just because he’s fun to rile up (aka make
nervous by Tanaka’s boisterous attitude).

“You think you’re gonna
take my spot, eh, Narita?”

“What? No! I never said,
that, who said that?”

“I thought I heard
Ennoshita say that,” remarks Noya, smirk hidden behind his towel.

“Oh ho! Our future
captain thinks you have what it takes?” Tanaka bellows.

“I…he…Ennoshita! Why
would you say that?”

“Say what?”

“That I wanted Tanaka’s
position!”

“I never said that!”

“Noya!!”

Girls

Narita, like most of the
boys on the team, gets rather flustered around females, though he doesn’t
really have a problem with his managers, despite one of them being one of the
sexist girls on campus and the other a cute little sprite.

“Narita-san, here’s your
new jersey,” Yachi says offering him a shirt.

Taking it, he notices
the number is different and asks why.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so
sorry! I’m a horrible person to forget your number!” cries out the blonde
manager.

“Uh, it’s ok,” Narita
falters trying to get her to calm down.

“Here you go,
Narita-san,” Kiyoko says evenly, handing him the correct jersey.

“Tha…thanks,
Kiyoko-san.”

I’m really sorry if these suck, I just couldn’t think of very much for him (poor precious boy needs more air time!) But thank you for sending this in!

hi! can you write a fluffy scenario for kinoshita and his fem! s/o, who’s on her period and can’t move from bed/couch/etc.? maybe include him being terrified of her temper and being literally the biggest cinnamon roll? thank you! i love your blog so much, by the way!

Bless this sweet second year! I don’t read the manga so I’m hoping to see more of him in the coming seasons of Haikyuu!! Thank you for requesting and thank you for the love! I’m always so happy to hear when people enjoy my work. I hope you enjoy!

Kinoshita Hisashi

“It hurts,” you whine, curling up into a tighter
fetal position on the couch, eyes squeezed shut.

“I know babe,” Kinoshita says rubbing your arm.

“How can you know? You don’t have a uterus trying to
kill you!”

He flinches slightly at your harsh tone but the next second
you’re crying. “I’m sorry, Hisashi-kun, it’s just, my emotions are all
over the place right now. I understand if you don’t want to be around me.”

While the temptation to run is high, mainly because Kinoshita
doesn’t know what to do, he knows you need him, so he’ll put up with your mood
swings.

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be,” he murmurs
against your hair, pecking the crown of your head lightly. “I’ll get you
something to eat,” he adds standing upright. Looking down in your eyes he
asks, “What would you like?”

An unexpected flush erupts across your cheeks; you’re a bit
embarrassed by how much you pack away when you’re hormonal. He sees the crimson
stain of your skin and smiles warmly. “No judgement, just tell me what you
want,” he says softly.

“Um, well, pretty much anything that’s probably bad for me,”
you admit sheepishly pulling a slight chuckle from his lips.

“Ok bashful,” he teases lightly, “I’ll bring you some junk
food.”

He throws on his jacket, blowing a kiss to you before
striding out the door. Twenty minutes later he returns, one hand clenching a
fresh pizza, its scent sending your olfactory nerves to nirvana as moisture erupts
in your mouth at the tantalizing prospect of greasy cheese and pepperoni. In
his other hand are two plastic bags loaded to the brim with soda, chocolate in
various forms and, you think, your favorite flavor of ice cream. Hisashi sends
you a wink before ducking into the kitchen to prepare you a plate.

Another five minutes of waiting, rather impatiently if you’re
honest but you bite your tongue because he’s being so sweet to you, results in
a plate of piping hot pizza, a tall glass of your favorite soda and a candy bar
for dessert. To top it all off, he’s brought you some extra strength pain
killer.

Not only that, he’s brought a heating pad to combat your
killer cramps. Propping you up with pillows behind your back, he gentle places
the warmth against your stomach.

One you’re settled, he pops in your favorite romantic
comedy, the one that makes you laugh till tears come from your eyes, after
which he sits at the other end of the couch near your feet, his own plate of
food in his hands.

Together you watch the movie, and you’re laughing as much as
the pain in your stomach will allow but the endorphins are working as you
barely feel the crushing pain of your contracting reproductive organs.

Looking down the couch at Hisashi, you smile warmly. He catches
the look, blushing a little under the scrutiny of your gaze.

“What?” he asks, eyes averting back to the screen.

“Nothing, just thinking how lucky I am to have you,” you
reply before also returning your attention to the images flickering on the
screen.

As your food hits bottom, you feel your eyelids begin to
weigh heavy, glancing blows of your eyelashes hitting the line below your eyes.
You snuggle deeper into the couch, feet draped over Hisashi’s legs which be
begins rubbing after wiping his hands on the plentiful number of napkins needed
for the pizza.

You sigh in contentment, allowing your eyes to close as the
gentle pressure of Hisashi’s attention to your swollen joints and the
satisfaction of a full belly lull you into a finally peaceful sleep.

He really is the sweetest boyfriend in the world.

Actions vs Words – Mitobe Rinnosuke

You thought you could handle the silence. But over time it
became heavy instead of peaceful, you felt awkward instead of comfortable and
ignored rather than heard.

“You love me, right?”

His eyes go wide, head nodding furiously in affirmative
response to your question.

“Then why don’t you say it?”

When Koga opens his mouth, you hold up your hand. “He’s
a grown man, let him speak for himself.”

Mitobe stares at you for a moment then reaches and touches
your face. His thumb ghosts over your cheek back and forth but he still doesn’t say
anything. A raise of his eyebrows has yours furrowing in frustration as a sigh
escapes your lips.

Pulling away, you shake your head. “That’s not enough
anymore Rinnosuke. I’m sorry.”

Weeks go by and the silence is still there but now there’s
no accompanying steadfast presence to go with it. You figure someday you’ll be
ready to try again with someone new but for now, even though it was you who
pushed him away, you miss Mitobe so much.

After two months, Koga can’t take it anymore, storming up to
you and saying without preamble, “Do you know why he accepted your
chocolate and reciprocated on white day? It wasn’t just because he thought you
were cute. It wasn’t because he felt obligated. It’s because he could tell you
actually liked him and weren’t just playing a game! Weren’t betting to see if
you could get him to talk!”

You feel your breath get caught in your throat, tears stinging
the edges of your eyes.

“You were the one girl in this whole damn school who
cared about him as he is with no ulterior motive. And he’s suffering now! He
loves you so damn much and he’s withering away without you! Whatever happened
to ‘actions speak louder than words’?! How can you not have seen how much he
cares?” He points to a door. “Go on the roof! See for yourself if you
can’t tell he loves you!”

You don’t know why you go but you do and the sight you find
breaks your heart. He looks up, sad eyes meeting yours. Before you can blink, you
rush forward, propelling yourself into his lap.

A startled inhale of breath is all you hear before you kiss
him, hands raking through his hair. His hands clasp your waist, trailing to
your back and pulling you flush against him. When you pull away he’s breathing
hard, you both are. Cupping his face, you look in his eyes, silently letting
him know, I’m sorry.

He swallows once, twice then opens his mouth. But before he
can say anything you put your hand over it, whispering, “It’s ok. I know.
I love you too.”

You feel him smile against your skin and return it before
kissing him again.