Tag: sfw

Is it okay if I want to change my KiyoKiyo ask? If you don’t mind, I wanna change it with reader insert, where the both of them(Ushiwaka and Ahomine) have a crush on reader-chan? Thanks my lovely💕

Soooooo, this was for the 500 follower crossover celebration…you
are a lovebug for being so patient with me taking my sweet ass time and it’s
not even that great. So, apologies if this is lame but I hope it isn’t and that
you like it!

Aomine flashes you a flirtatious grin as he lays up another
flawless shot.

“Good job, Aomine-kun!” He hears your voice above the din of
the crowd, his ears finely tuned to the pitch of your voice. He’s pretty sure
he’s never fallen this hard for someone before and though he breathes
confidence, the idea of confessing to you makes his chest tighten uncomfortably.
He’s not used to feeling doubt.

“Get your head in the game Aomine,” Imayoshi comments lowly.

“Tch, I could win this with my eyes closed by myself,” he
snaps back, running further down the court.

The game ends in Too’s favor, not really surprising anyone.
After cooling down and the team meeting, Aomine is out of the locker room, eyes
eagerly seeking for your form. But when he finds you, his face sets into an
even deeper scowl than normal. Who the hell is the giant looming over you and
why do you have that starry look in your eyes?

He quickens his pace, calling out, “Hey, _____-chan!”

You look up, smile just as bright as before and he doesn’t
know whether to feel thankful or irritated that you’re giving him the same look
you just gave the male standing next to you.

“Aomine-kun, you were great!” you say.

“You know I know that already, right?” he teases earning a
sock to his arm. “Geez, you hit like a girl,” he rumbles ruffling your hair. He’s
completely ignoring the other presence, clearly showing he’s not interested in
who he is, just waiting for him to leave you and he alone.

But you’re too polite for that kind of behavior.

“Aomine-kun, this,” you say stretching your hands towards
the other male, “Is Ushijima Wakatoshi, one of my friends from junior high.”

Aomine finally looks at the brunette, tilting his chin up in
a slight greeting, only doing so because he doesn’t want to be rude to you.

“Nice to meet you,” Ushijima rumbles sticking out his hand.
Aomine grips it tightly, shaking once then dropping it.

“So, you ready to go?” Aomine asks looking back at you.

You bite your bottom lip which almost has Aomine groaning
for two reasons. One, you look damn sexy when you do that and two, it’s your
tell that you’re about to say something he isn’t going to like.

“I’m sorry, Aomine-kun,” you say softly, “but Ushijima-kun
is only in town for tonight and we haven’t seen each other in such a long time.
Can we do a rain check?”

“Why don’t we all just go out together?” Imayoshi’s voice
draws all of your attention. “It isn’t every day we meet such an astute
representation of our country, at least in terms of volleyball.”

Ushijima bows slightly to the compliment before looking back
at you. “It’s your call, _____-chan,” he says.

“Um, sure! Let’s go,” you reply and the whole basketball team
plus one volleyball player and you head off to a local restaurant. The evening
goes fairly well, despite Aomine’s irritated glares sent to Ushijima whenever
he seems to get a little too close to you. It’s clear to the ace he’s
interested in you but you seem just as oblivious to his advances as you are to
Aomine’s.

At the end of dinner, while you’re in the restroom and the
rest of the guys are paying their bills, Aomine leans toward Ushijima saying
lowly, “Let’s get one thing clear. You’re a part of _____-chan’s past, I’m part
of her present and her future. So
back off.”

Ushijima, unruffled as ever, meets the hard stare of the
basketball prodigy and shrugs. “At the end of the day, it’s _____-chan’s
choice. But we have history, so don’t think you’ve got this in the bag,” he
replies.

“What’s in the bag?” you ask stepping out of the door.

“Nothing,” they both reply then look at you. And in that
moment, a lingering apprehension forms in the back of your mind; just what were
these two talking about anyway?

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OMG yay, thank you I’m so glad!! ^-^ I’ve read some of your scenarios and I found them really amazing!! You’re such a great writer I just have to request some more hahah xP I want another Ki-chan (srry, Kise trash here!), how about spending his bday with s/o-cchi? Something sweet and heart-warming (possibly tear-jerking) would be nice ♡♡♡ ;) thanks a lot!!

You sweet angel thank you for your flattering words, seriously
I’m so happy that you enjoy my work so much. Thank you for being SO PATIENT. I have
NO IDEA why it took me so long but I really hope this hits the mark of what you
were looking for.

Kise sighs, a slightly melancholy look on his face as he
stares out the window. You watch him for a moment before making your
presence known. When he turns to look at you, his bright smile is plastered on
his face but it doesn’t reach his golden eyes.

“_____-cchi, I didn’t hear you come in,” he says rising up.
Gathering you in his arms, he takes another deep breath, inhaling your scent.

“Ryouta,” you say softly, pulling back to look in his eyes. “What’s
wrong? If anything I’d expect you to be extra happy, it is your birthday after
all.”

He shrugs noncommittedly, smile dropping a few degrees. “I
don’t know, I just feel…”

His response is cut off by a knock at the door. Not
expecting anyone but you today, he frowns as he moves to answer it. At the door
stands a delivery man, a warm smile on his face as he asks, “Kise Ryouta?”

“That’s me,” answers your boyfriend.

“Sign here please,” replies the man. Kise does so and is
handed a brown box with small holes poked in the top.

“Who’s it from?” you ask trying to read the return address.

“I don’t know recognize the sender, looks like it came
directly from a distribution center,” he answers sitting at the kitchen table
once more. He grabs a knife and slits the tape to open the package. From within
he draws out a plastic container holding two goldfish. Next comes a pretty
glass bowl and a bag of bright blue and yellow shiny pebbles.

“What an odd thing to send someone!” you exclaim. “Is there
a note or anything?” Kise shakes his head but he’s already distracted by the
pretty fish swimming around in their makeshift home. “Well,” you go on, “why
don’t you get them set up while I fix us some lunch, hmmm?”

Kise nods, moving to the sink to fill the bowl with water
before taking it to the living room and placing it on the coffee table. You hum
to yourself as you prepare the ingredients for onion gratin soup. Soon the
scent of simmering onions and butter fills the room. You’re working on chopping
vegetables when the doorbell rings.

You see Kise get up from the couch and open the door, surprised
to find another delivery person, this one female, standing in the threshold.
You chuckle under your breath at her expression; Kise is rather overwhelmingly
gorgeous and if you’re not expecting it, he’ll catch you off guard. After a
moment of silence you hear him say, “Yes, can I help you?”

“Sorry!” she exclaims and you almost laugh out loud. “Delivery
for Mr. Kise, is that you?”

He nods and she gains his signature before proffering
another box, this one white with a blue ribbon and local bakery insignia on it.
He thanks her and shuts the door turning to look at you. “Did you order this?”

“Nope, looks like it’s another surprise. See if this one has
a name attached to it.”

He looks over the box but there’s no clue as to who the
sender is. Setting it on the counter, he opens the lid and finds a decidedly large
and decadent looking chocolate cake nestled within. “Another mystery, huh?” you
ask and he nods as he locks eyes with you.

“Did you do something?” he questions suddenly.

“Me? The only thing I’m doing is making my boyfriend his
favorite meal for lunch on his birthday.” You shrug returning your attention to
the simmering liquid in the pot. “Maybe your more determined fans are
sending you birthday gifts now.”

“If that’s true, I’ll have to move,” he mumbles under his
breath. It wouldn’t be the first time some crazies got a hold of his private
information. While he loves being a full-time model now, it does come with some
undesirable side effects.

“I wouldn’t worry too much, Ryouta,” you comment taking a
taste test and adding more salt. “It’s probably your family and they just
forgot to put a card in or something.”

He pouts a bit but doesn’t argue with you further. The soup
is almost done so you turn off the burner and set the broiler temperature to
heat up the bread and melt the cheese. Five minutes later, you and Ryouta take
seats to enjoy the soup of your labor.

“This is always so good, _____-cchi,” he says taking a
spoonful.

“I’m glad you enjoy it,” you hum.

Lunch finished, you glance at the clock; your present should
be here any minute now.

“______-cchi, I was thinking for today we could-“

Again Kise’s sentence is cut off by a knock at the door.

“Oh what is it now?” he asks flinging open the door only to
choke on his breath. Standing together before him are Kuroko, Aomine, Akashi,
Midorima, and Murasakibara, all clad in shorts, t-shirts and sport shoes.

“Wha…how…you…” Kise stammers.

“Oi, get a move on!” shouts a voice Kise recognizes as
Kagami’s. Kise’s five former teammates make their way inside, each offering him
a happy birthday. As Kagami comes into view, Kise is further startled to see
Kasamatsu, Nakamura, Hayakawa, Moriyama and Kobori. His apartment, while rather
lavish, still feels tight with all his former teammates in it.

Turning around, Kise’s tear brimmed eyes lock with yours and
you nod once. He rushes forward, gathering you into his arms in a fiercely
tight hug. “Thank you,” he whispers into your ear.

“I knew how much you were missing everyone even if you try
to hide it so I called Akashi-san to see if he could help me,” you admit.

Kise looks at his former junior high captain who shrugs but
his face holds a surprisingly warm smile. “What’s the good of having a private
jet if I never use it for my own pleasure?”

“So,” you go on drawing Kise’s attention back to you. “The lot of you are going to go to the court in downtown
and play ball. Then, when you’re done, we’ll all meet at the hotel they’re
staying at to get cleaned up and ready to go out to dinner.“

Kise smiles widely but a look of confusion floods his face. Turning around he considers for a moment then points to Midorima and Murasakibara. “If you guys were already planning on being here, why did you send those gifts ahead of time?”

“What on earth is he talking about?” Midorima asks looking at
Mura who shrugs.

“The…the fish! Aren’t they my lucky item Midorimacchi? And the cake! Who else but

Murasakibaracchi

would send such a huge dessert?”

“Your sisters,” you answer stepping up to his side to show a
text message conversation between you and the two other most important women in
his life. “Both of them did send cards but they were lost in the transit.”

Kise flushes in embarrassment but you kiss his cheek and
encourage him to go get ready. He hurries off to his room while the rest of the
gang say their official hellos to you. You give Akashi a particularly long hug.
“Thank you so much for your help, you really should let me pay you back or at
least pay a portion for the hotel.”

“Nonsense, ______-chan,” he says evenly, “It’s no trouble at
all. Please don’t worry about it.”

Kise is back quickly, eager to get going. The twelve men
clamor down the stairs and flood into the street, the sound of ribbing,
teasing, arguing and just generally catching up flooding through the open
window. You look out of it, watching as they go pleased at sight of the biggest
and brightest smile you think you’ve ever seen on Kise’s face.

With a sigh, you flop onto the couch, immensely glad your
surprise came off so well.

Hey I think I’m still in time for a song fic request?^^’ Could I please get the song “first day of my life” by Bright eyes for Kuroo. I don’t mind what the story is but I had a scenario incase you were stuck. Maybe a foreign exchange student comes to Nekoma High and they slowly and shyly fall for eachother? Like they have to cope with the language barrier and she’s shy but they feel comfortable around eachother and he realised he doesn’t want her to leave? Thank you so much, have a good night:)

Thank you for the request! I’m sorry this isn’t exactly as you
requested but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

“First Day of my Life” by Bright Eyes – Kuroo

Kuroo doesn’t know why today feels different but there’s a
buzzing in his head that just won’t go away. It’s like all the world is tense
and waiting, waiting for something to happen. He rubs his eyes, ready to
believe he just didn’t sleep well last night. Flopping into his seat, he takes
out his notebook filled with volleyball formations to give a quick review
before class starts.

Your musical laughter sounds from the front of the room and
he looks up. His breath catches in the hollow of his throat. It’s like he’s
seeing you for the first time.

Yours was the first
face that I saw

I think I was blind
before I met you

The room and people around him fade away leaving only your
beauty caught in his gaze. How can it have taken him this long to notice how mesmerizing you are? And what changed? Did
you cut your hair, dye it? You wear the same uniform as all the other girls in
school but somehow, today, it hugs you just right, showing off your feminine
figure more acutely than ever before. His mouth goes from dry to wet, a quick
gulp of his throat taking down the extra saliva that has suddenly pooled there.
Is he seriously almost drooling over
you?

He notices too late that you’ve caught him staring and he
can only imagine the look that’s on his face when he sees your reaction to it.

Kuroo stands up, moving swiftly to your position by the
door. Without a word, he grabs your hand and tugs and you follow him without a
second thought. He’s your friend, you trust him and clearly something is wrong
if his expression is anything to go by. Soon enough you’re in a semi-secluded
spot near the lockers, away from the eyes of hall monitors, at least for now.

Kuroo turns around, towering over you as he looks down into
your eyes. You can’t read his expression, are unsure of what is happening or
where this is going but you stay silent waiting for his words.

I don’t know where I
am, I don’t know where I’ve been

But I know where I
want to go

A wave of nerves shakes Kuroo to his core; he finally
realizes what’s happened. It’s like he’s waking up from a haze. It isn’t that
his life has been bad before, but he knows, he just knows, that having you in it in a more permanent capacity will make
it so much better. So he swallows his fear, takes your hands in his and opens
his mouth.

“I don’t know why I never saw it properly before, _____-chan,
but…you’re amazing.” His words send your pulse into overdrive, the threat of
fainting real when he squeezes your hands and continues, “I know this is out of
the blue and I could have probably chosen a better time and place to do it, but…this
couldn’t wait.”

And so I’d thought I’d
let you know

That these things take
forever, I especially am slow

But I realized that I
need you

And I wondered if I
could come home

“Kuroo-san,” you whisper but he shakes his head and you fall
silent.

“______-chan, I…I really, really like you,” he confesses,
hands sweating as the words roll off his tongue. “Would you…would you consider
going out with me?”

Your eyes open wider in surprise but a second later you’re
smiling. Giving his hands a squeeze you nod your head slowly. Kuroo grins,
swooping down to gather you in a large hug around your waist. You let loose a
giggle as your arms wrap around his neck.

The impulsivity of his confession and your acceptance will
no doubt create waves in both your lives, especially since you’re a foreign
exchange student set to return to your home country at the end of the year. But
as you look in Kuroo’s eyes you know this is right and somehow, despite time
and distance in the future, you’ll make it work.

This is the first day
of my life

I’m glad I didn’t die
before I met you

But now I don’t care,
I could go anywhere with you

And I’d probably be
happy

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.

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.

Congrats on all the followers dear! Celebratory songfics? Could I request one using the song Open Your Eyes by Tha Los? Perhaps with a scenario where Koganei is trying to comfort his crush, who has just had her heart broken by another person.

My first request for Koganei! I just love that cat boy so
much! Thanks for requesting, I hope you enjoy it! And thanks for the congratulations!

Open Your Eyes by Tha Los – Koganei

“Oh Koga, what is wrong with me?” you practically wail
throwing yourself dramatically on your bed.

Koga would be snickering at your theatrical display but he
knows you well enough to be aware this is no joke; you truly believe something is
wrong with you because that idiot broke up with you. Koga already didn’t like
him simply for the fact that he was with you and Koga wasn’t. Call him petty if
you like, that’s how he felt though he tried to be
as supportive as possible while stuffing down his own feelings to the balls of
his feet.

I see you in the
lonely place

How could you be so
blind

You still regretting
the love you left, left behind

But looking at you now, curled up in a fetal position, tears
streaming down your face, he sees just how much
he hurt you. Not one usually given to violence, Koga is startled by his intense
desire to deck this guy in the face; or at the very least bribe Kagami-kun to
do it. He shakes his head to dispel his irritation; you don’t need that right
now.

I seen you go through
the changes

Sitting alone each
night

Are you expecting to find
the love, love that’s right

Sitting on the bed, his hand lands on your shoulder, his grip
firm but gentle as he murmurs, “_____-chan, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

Your eyes flick up to his face, pain smeared across your
countenance. “Then why did he break up with me?” you whine. “I mean, I thought
everything was going perfectly!”

Darling open your eyes

Let me show you light

Girl you never find a
love that’s right

Koga grits his teeth and holds his tongue as his hand
mindlessly finds its way into your hair to stroke comfort into your body. He
sees your shoulders relax slightly from his touch, gratified that he can
provide you some relief however minor.

Suddenly, he’s overcome with a rush of confidence to confess
his feelings for you. He’s been caught up in waiting for the perfect moment but
realizes such a thing doesn’t exist. There is no perfect moment to put a decade’s
long friendship on the line by confessing deeper feelings. There is no perfect
time to take the longing of his heart and pull it out into the open, to leave
it vulnerable to your scrutiny.

There are times when
you need someone

I will be by your side

I’ll take my chances
before they pass, pass me by

But just as he’s about to open his mouth to do so, it occurs
to him that now would be the absolute worst
moment to do this. What if you think he’s patronizing you? Or that he’s
using your weakness to his advantage? Could you ever think those things about
him? The very thought makes his stomach flip uncomfortably and he has to hold
back a grimace.

Apparently, he doesn’t do so very well because you catch the
change in his expression, feel the tenseness in his body he wasn’t even aware
he was displaying.

“Koga? Are you ok?”

Momentarily distracted from your own pain in favor of
inspecting his obvious discomfort you lean up on your elbow, your proximity making Koga’s
heart skip two beats before racing like a jack rabbit. Your gaze has him locked
in an unbreakable hold and he doesn’t know what to do. His throat feels raw,
the effort to speak so difficult that he merely takes in a shaky breath,
exhaling it slowly to mingle with yours.

“Koga, you’re scaring me, what’s wrong?”

“______-chan,” he begins, voice low and gravelly, very
unlike his usual cadence, “what…what do you see when you look in my eyes?”

“Huh? What do you mean?” you ask confused.

His hand cups the side of your face, his touch sending an
unexpected shock coursing through your body that makes you jump in surprise but
you don’t pull back. If anything, you lean involuntarily into the embrace of
his palm. “Can’t you see the way I look at you?”

Oh darling, there is a
light that shines

Special for you and me

You need to look at
the other side, you’ll agree

Koga’s eyes are burning feverishly, so hotly that you want
to look away but you don’t dare because you know this is important, this is
something huge and significant happening and you don’t want to miss it no
matter how much it scares you. But why are you scared? This is just Koga, your best
friend. The guy who makes you laugh when you’re crying, who helps calm you down
when you’re struggling to get through homework and projects and tests, the guy
who works so hard for his team but always makes time for you, the guy-

Your thoughts cut off abruptly, eyes widening as the
realization of just who you’re
looking at finally hits you. This isn’t just
Koga.

This is who you’ve been looking for and all along he’s been
right in front of your face the whole time.

Darling open your eyes

Let me show you the
light

You may never find a
love that’s right

You lean forward, lips barely touching his but the contact
snaps the thin thread of control Koga has been clutching to. He surges forward,
knocking you flat on your back once more, his body half covering yours as his
lips caress yours firmly in a sultry kiss. The hand on your face trails to the
back of your head, gripping your hair as he nips your bottom lip.

Your mouth parts instinctively but you feel him hesitate,
unsure he should go on.

“Koga,” you whisper, encouragement, you hope, lacing your
tone.

The message gets through and he dives back in, this time
with no pause, tongue rolling against yours sending heat throughout your body.
You clutch at the back of his shirt, a slight moan escaping making your cheeks
erupt in flame.

He releases your lips, but keeps his forehead pressed to
yours, both of your breaths coming out in short, sharp pants.

When you finally open your eyes, it’s to find him staring
down at you, a placid smile on his face.

“Is it safe to say, you can see me now?” he asks and you
nod, pulling him down in a fierce hug.

“You’re all I want to see from now on,” you confess and he
tightens his grip.

Maybe now was the
perfect time after all.