Tag: thank you for your support

Follower Appreciation Post #2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You swallowed and could only nod.

He grinned again before taking off for the court.

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

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

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

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

“Would you go out with me sometime?”

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

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

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

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

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

Follower Appreciation Post #1

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

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

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

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

“Why the long face captain?”

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

He’s thankful for you too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Could you be any more obvious?”

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

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

“Shut up, it’s-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“________-san?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Always,” you agree and he smiles.