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first is that it is not a universal opinion among Muslims that having a gay romantic or sexual partnership is a sin. that depends on how you interpret the story of Lut alayhi salam, which most schools of thought have extrapolated to be about gay relationships. It might be the mainstream view, but that does not give it religious or scholarly credibility per se. the Quran itself says nothing negative about queerness.

second is that Islam is not unique in being manipulated and twisted as an excuse for homophobia. that has happened in so many cultures and religions and societies. nothing specific about the Quran actually says that being gay is a sin/gay people should be killed etc (just to be clear the people who say that are making it up to validate their homophobic violence. you know how that goes)

really, Ayesha hits the nail on the head when she talks about social relationships. when you’re a minority, if the sheikh or imam or the community is homophobic you can’t just pick up and go somewhere else. this is your community, and you experience so many beautiful things with them. we pray shoulder to shoulder. you aren’t supposed to ignore or shun people. in Islam we have many obligations that are fulfilled through community (giving charity, walking to the masjid, praying in congregation, celebrating eid). this is who you celebrate with, who you mourn with, who you go to for guidance and advice.

the other complicating factor is that many Muslim women observe hijab (wearing a headscarf, physical separation of men and women) in part to create a space where they can exist without being sexualized or even talking about sexuality at all. the expectation is that when you make wudhu, change clothes, etc in front of other women that they aren’t sexualizing you. but if you are attracted to women, even when you lower your gaze and don’t notice their appearances, it feels like an invasion of their privacy. being a lesbian Muslim involves a degree of questioning where you fit into your community, what spaces are and aren’t for you.

the last thing and something i think Ayesha portrayed so well is that when you love your religion, when you love your community, rejection from your community hurts more. especially when they think they’re being kind. heteronormativity becomes rejection. hesitancy around queerness becomes rejection.

the fact that the question would even be asked, how is it to be queer and Muslim, is basically like saying hey, I’m curious about which ways you’ve been rejected by your community or how they fail to meet your needs. please justify your continued relationship with them and your religion so i can judge you and them. and how is that a fun experience for a queer person? underneath all the jokes we like to make, rejection does hurt. even when it comes from people who are kind and loving and just biased or misunderstanding.

title: quit smiling at me, i can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that

pairing: asahi x reader

type: it’s just fluff

warning: fluffy shit, kisses and shit, nothing else really

request: asahi with “Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.” please? - wheat anon

notes: ive been writing so much fluff, i have so much angst ideas lined up in my head-

Takeda, Ukai, Sugawara, Daichi, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Hinata, Yamaguchi, Kiyoko, Yachi

warnings: tooth rotting fluff

a/n: this is a long one, so come get your juice ☺️ also sorry to all the asahi stans i feel like i did y’all dirty

Karasuno x gn!reader

masterlist

[TAKEDA]

Takeda will always make you breakfast in the bed if he came home late the previous night

he’s not the best cook but he can decently follow a recipe

he has to get up early for work anyway and loves to wake you up with pancakes or whatever thing he made you that morning

he does this to show you he cares because he knows because of his job and especially since he started helping out the volleyball team that he isn’t around a lot and when he is he’s still working

he doesn’t have much time to eat with you but he’ll stay with you as long as he can and makes sure to give you a long kiss goodbye

[UKAI]

he loves taking care of the shop with you

it doesn’t matter if you’re working the register and he’s sweeping or it’s the other way around he loves doing something that could be considered tiring with the person he loves the most

he also secretly loves when the boys walk in the store while you two are working peacefully together or when old ladies come in and compliment on how cute the two of you are

he loves being known as the couple that runs the store seeing the two of you do something so domestic and adult (even though he’s 26 and an actual adult) makes him wonder onto the future maybe in a few years there will be many yous and hims helping around the store too

[SUGAWARA]

loves to bake with you

on the weekends when he doesn’t have practice you’ll find yourself in his kitchen following some recipe he found on tiktok

at first it always starts out smooth but as soon as whatever you’re baking goes in the oven it’s an all out flour war

It always ends up making a huge mess that you two don’t clean up for a hour Suga doesn’t necessarily like cleaning but with you it becomes a fun routine as you spew out baking pick up lines

if what you made involves icing you better believe Suga will put icing on your nose and lick it off them will use the leftover icing and start drawing things on your face

[DAICHI]

loves to shop with you

doesn’t matter what you’re buying he loves the way you get excited when you see something you like

he loves to spoil you and going shopping even if it is just for groceries gives him a chance to see things you’d want

the security of it all also makes him happy he feels good knowing that the two of you can go grocery shopping without getting out of hand it helps him know better for the future

he also sometimes likes to pretend you’re grocery shopping for your shared home instead of you helping his buy stuff for his house

[ASAHI]

taking walks together

Asahi loves taking walks with you no matter them being five minutes or ten minutes

taking a walk with you gives him a chance to listen to your day without any interruptions he can watch as your eyes sparkle when you mention your new favorite song or how your face gets annoyed when you mention your least favorite subject

he can also clear his mind of his insecurities during walks and it especially helps when your standing next to him smiling at him with love lacing your eyes

[NISHINOYA]

waking up together is Nishinoya’s favorite time of the day

he’s not exactly a morning person but his mood brightens by 100% when he sees you

he has no particular reasoning but he loves shoving the two of you in his small bathroom and doing morning routines together he’ll have an extra special day if you two do face mask instead of just your usual face wash routine

something about waking up and getting ready with his partner makes Noya more upbeat and happy he likes waking up with someone and doing things with someone especially when that someone is the love of his life

[TANAKA]

playing try not to laugh with each other

you two will spend hours sitting on the floor of your living room water filled in one of your cheeks while the other tries to make you laugh

Tanaka always succeeds at making you laugh which puts a smile on his face since he loves your laugh

during his turn he’ll create little rap verses that are absolutely horrible yet somehow kind of a bop

no matter how funny what you just said was Tanaka will laugh because he loves the expression of joy you have when you succeed making him laugh

most the time these little try not to laugh sessions end up making an abundance of inside jokes which you’ll make throughout the day and die of laughter each time

[KAGEYAMA]

playing volleyball together Kageyama is well aware that he spends a lot of time on volleyball and is sad he doesn’t spend more time with you

it warms Kageyama’s heart that you would use your time together to help him better himself at his hobby and it really makes him happy to know you care that much about his happiness

though no matter how you feel about playing volleyball Kageyama will always ask if you wanna do something else because he doesn’t want you to feel like you can only spend time with him if it benefits him

so whenever you smile and say you like playing with him he’ll smile and give you a small hug he doesn’t have you playing full on hardcore volleyball you mainly just spike so he can better his set direction

[TSUKISHIMA]

likes listening to music with you Tsukishima isn’t too good with words so part of how he shows how he feels is through music

he likes just studying together with some song playing in the background you don’t need to be talking just listening to the songs he plays for you

he also likes to know your thoughts on the songs he plays but doesn’t want to outright ask you so he’ll look at you and if your bobbing your head or lip syncing the words he’ll slightly smile and a small blush will appear on his face he doesn’t know you see it but you definitely do

also extra cute fact ever since you started dating he bought earbuds and stopped using headphones so you could listen to music together while you walk home

[HINATA]

babysitting his sister together

Hinata enjoys babysitting his sister no matter what but likes it way more when you’re there and he finds it adorable how you interact with his sister

his sister loves you and seeing you take care of her, despite him being so young, has his mind wondering off to in ten years what it would be like for there to be mini hims and yous (if that’s what you wanted of course)

it also makes him feel happy knowing his sister approves of you, even though it really doesn’t matter to him, he likes knowing his two favorite people get along and like eachother so much

[YAMAGUCHI]

eating lunch together sure it’s something simple but it means a lot to Yamaguchi

every day you around lunch you two sit under a big tree by the school and eat together sometimes it’s filled with silence and other times quiet chatter about your days so far but no matter what it’s always a fun time

Yamaguchi likes the routine of doing something with you he likes knowing that you set aside a certain time for him everyday just to each lunch in silence most the time

Yamaguchi is pretty shy even when you’ve been dating for a while so he often gets insecure that you’ll get annoyed or tired of him but he always ends up reassured when he sees you walking to him with a big smile everyday at lunch

[KIYOKO]

Kiyoko isn’t shy but she doesn’t talk much so she’s enjoys cuddling up and watching movies together

Kiyoko is a very observant person and loves watching movies with you to see the reactions you have she’ll always notice when you gasp when something shocking happened or laugh quietly when a funny joke was made

she’s feels this is a way to get closer to you without having to have a conversation about yourselves since she’s not very good at those

she’s also a very good listener so she loves when the movie ends and she gets to watch and listen to you as you talk about your favorite parts or your least favorite parts

[YACHI]

reading together not like you read to each other but being in the same room and reading different books is Yachi favorite thing

she likes the calmness that comes with it just the two of you quietly reading to yourselves Yachi is a very nervous and easily intimidated person so the calmest of reading plus being near you calms her nerves

pairing: kageyama x oc

warning: a bit of swearing

masterlist: x

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

It only took a week of helping out with the club for Miya to become fully invested in volleyball. She’d become friendly with all (bar an obvious one) of the team’s members by now, and had grown from exasperated to genuinely interested as Takeda described, in his unique (to say the least) way, what he had managed to arrange for the team. She’d even done a little research into other local teams and players, so, when the teacher had announced a practice match against Aoba Johsai, she couldn’t wait.

Now, facing the Seijoh team from across the gym, her dreams had come true. Though none of these boys would ever spare her a second glance, recently she’d begun not letting that stop her.

“Aren’t they just gorgeous?” she muttered, quite audibly, to Yachi, receiving an eye roll and glare from Kageyama, as well as a daydreamy nod of agreement from Yamaguchi, before her intended recipient responded.

“Mmh,” Yachi sighed, with a whimsical expression on her face. “I know you mean those third year players, but personally I think that girl cheering with the dark ponytail is far cuter…”

“Come on, you’re surely not telling me that their captain’s floppy hair isn’t one of the best looking things you’ve seen in weeks?” Miya protested “Or his friend next to him? That tan doesn’t do it for you? All the more for me, I guess…”

“In your dreams that they’d go for someone like you, Kensouki” Kageyama finally snapped “Can’t you talk any quieter? Unlike you, some of us are here to play a fucking match and not just eye up boys on the other team who’d never look your way anyway!” His shoulders shuddered with annoyance as he said this last blow and, registering the hurt in her eyes but feeling too overwhelmed by a different emotion to feel regret, he turned away from Miya for a final time. He concluded, after a short reflection, that this ‘different’ feeling was nothing but a continuation of his hatred of the confident, suave Oikawa- his superior in every way- and he let out a heavy breath that he hadn’t realised he’d been holding. Tsukishima snorted at the whole affair, earning a dark glare from Kageyama that only made him laugh more until his captain shot him a sharp, silencing look.

Playing against Seijoh was always going to be hard for Kageyama with their current line-up. The faces of his previous tutors- Oikawa, his inspiration, and Iwaizumi, who was there to put a stop to Oikawa’s jealousy and persuade him that helping Kage wouldn’t be a bad idea- alongside his old teammates, those who betrayed him in middle school but whose reasonings he was beginning to understand. He was not the King of the court anymore, and he didn’t want to be, but facing people he held such confusing and conflicting memories of made him irritable, so God help anyone, especially his stupid English partner, who provoked him right now.

Miya, meanwhile, was unsure what to do. She’d been aware, of course, of the Seijoh boys’ lack of attraction towards her, but it still felt like a stab in the heart hearing the belief confirmed by someone else, even if it was somebody as biased as Kageyama. Unlike her tormentor, she was able to place her emotions instantly, as she’d been through the same ones many times before. He wasn’t to know, of course, so she couldn’t blame him for this one retort hitting a lot further below the belt than his typical ones. Still, she doubted she’d be able to greet him with one of her fake, obnoxious grins for a while.

★: *.✦ .* :★

As the ball flew across the court, Miya longed for a decisive win for either side rather than this repetitive neck-and-neck course of events. Tanaka would spike, Oikawa would serve, Hinata would hit a quick, Iwaizumi would spike, and so on. Though she was still invested in the game, no doubt, the lack of domination or excitement from either side allowed her mind to wander back to other things. Disappointingly for her, many of those things were focussed on Kage. The time they met and he was instantly filled with hatred (was she that unlikeable?), their constant arguing in English lessons, everything to that time he went all weird and stared at her in her house (when she’d studied her face afterwards she couldn’t find anything wrong, like a new pimple or a scruffy eyebrow, so what had she missed? what had been wrong with her?). She’d sat and dwelled on that particular moment many a time before, overthinking what he had been looking at and once wondering, extremely optimistically, that maybe, just maybe, he was looking at her in a positive way. It was that hope that had changed their whole dynamic, from her end at least. Now, she was just normal Miya around him, playful and teasing: desperate to turn this guise into genuine confidence…

Suddenly, a ball thundered into the overhead walkway where she was sitting and pulled her out of her thoughts.

“What the fuck was that?!” She snapped, leaping to her feet in both shock and annoyance. Glaring down at the court, she saw all eyes on Kageyama, who looked as if he’d just landed from a badly-done serve. Reverting to his typical bored facade, he shouted back at her:

“Throw it back, for God’s sake, so we can finally finish this set!”

“You could’ve broken my fucking skull and you’re not even going to apologise?!” Miya raged, ignoring Yachi’s distant wails for the two of them not to argue now.

“Of course I’m not, because I didn’t break it, did I? Fine, keep playing up; I’ll just fetch another ball. I’m sure your Seijoh sweethearts really appreciate you keeping this one and holding us all behind.” He shot daggers at her from the floor before catching a ball thrown by Yachi and preparing to serve again, waiting for his opponents to get over their confusion and bemusement at what he had just said.

Miya could feel her face turning as red as Hinata’s hair, and she spluttered in rage and embarrassment at the blue-eyed boy on the court before sinking back down to the discomfort of the balcony’s floor. Perfect, now everyone in the gym knew how the ditzy first year had been lusting after the opponents that were way out of her league. If the ground had opened up and swallowed her it would’ve probably spat her back out again, she was that pathetic. No, she couldn’t stay in here any longer, now while that outing was still on everyone’s minds. She gradually got down from the balcony and crept out of the gym, leaving Karasuno’s team cheering for their win. Either that or, as a sabotaging part of her conscience attempted to convince Miya, cheering at her departure.

No, no, she knew that it wasn’t that. She needed to gather her senses. The air outside the gym was surprisingly warm, given the time of evening, and she hastily paced to the nearby drinks machine in order to cool down. Treating herself to flavoured rather than regular milk, she settled on the adjacent bench, and proceeded to zone out completely.

★: *.✦ .* :★

When Kageyama reached the machine, she was still sitting there, hugging her legs and staring distantly at the air. There was a vulnerability about her in this state that he was drawn to, a sadness that he wanted to see stop, but he wasn’t sure how. He lingered in the shadows for a while, before deciding it was better to at least try. Besides, this was still the only machine on campus likely to have milk cartons in it.

“Strawberry? Poor choice. I’m a chocolate guy myself.” He opened with a slight smile, settling beside her on the bench.

“Don’t talk to me like we’re friends, Kageyama.” Miya retorted back coldly, with an apparent lack of any surprise that he had come to sit with her.

“What, so I can’t talk to you how you talk to me, you mean?”

“If you’re after more bickering you can wait until the next English lesson. Thanks to you, I’m not in the mood right now, as I’m sure is obvious.” She stated firmly, keeping her eyes trained straight ahead as she knew they would soften if they looked into the ones of the boy sitting next to her.

He sipped his milk for a while, unsure of what to try next. Shit, this really wasn’t going well. He’d tried being polite and been shot down, then been unable to stop his automatically argumentative response to her rejection of his efforts. What was wrong with her today? All he wanted, for a small, subconscious reason he was still trying to suppress, was for her to be the energetic Miya she typically was. Should he say sorry for the things he said? Normally she can laugh off the remarks he spends time coming up with, and hit back with even sharper ones, but today the simplest comment left her reeling. As if reading his thoughts, the girl finally commented.

“I doubt you’re considering it, but you needn’t bother apologise for what you said. I’ve said worse to you and never said sorry so it shouldn’t be any different now. It’s not like you knew I’d suddenly get actually upset by one of your rubbish jokes.” She smiled slightly as she insulted him like normal, but he could tell that a sadness still remained. The boy’s mind paced as he tried to think of what to say next. He’d never been good with confrontation or consolation- never good with non-argumentative conversation in general, recently- but something told him that, in these circumstances, he really needed to try.

“Yeah but… to quote you, I nearly broke your fucking skull and didn’t apologise, and the reaction that caused could’ve been easily predicted, even by me. So, sorry, by the way.”

“You did that shit deliberately?!” She cried, turning to face him for the first time as he winced at the effects of his clumsy words.

“Of course I didn’t!” He interrupted, growing flustered and staring at the floor in a way that- damnit, she knew this would happen- Miya found adorable. He genuinely hadn’t meant to launch the ball out of bounds during the match- why would he, it almost certainly guaranteed another point for his opponents? However, just one flicker of his eyes towards the girl was all that it took for his aim to be completely skewed. Despite his lack of exploration in this kind of predicament, he wasn’t completely stupid. He was starting to suspect what this instinctive focus on her meant, and guess at the things he could say in order to try and turn their conversation around. “I just wanted to apologise. Anyway, uh…y-you know you can tell me if you’ve had shit gone on that it hurts you to joke about, right? I’m not that much of a dickhead.”

“Whatever, I was on a  train of thought that I needed to get off anyway, so honestly you did me a favour!” she smiled unconvincingly, not acknowledging the final half of his comment which she could tell he’d worked hard on phrasing. So, she continued at his raised eyebrow. “Besides, what do you care anyway? Worried you’ll lose the only person who pays attention to you outside of volleyball, whether it’s negative or not?”

He chose not to rise to the jibe of her second question, and instead focussed on the first. “Well, I-…” he began, but nothing followed. A silence hung in the air between them.  It was time for Kage to acknowledge precisely what he was feeling, because the girl certainly wouldn’t let up until he had. Why did he care? He couldn’t blame this feeling on his Seijoh rivals, long since departed on their school bus. He couldn’t say it was affection for a sort-of friend, as it was he who responded to all of her smiley comments, genuine or not, with further rebukes and scorn. So, what was the reason? Miya watched him intensely, waiting for an answer. Seeing her face, it became clear to him.

Her soft hair, the permanent glint in her eyes, the eyebrows that she could arch a certain way and get him to confess his newest discovered emotion…yes, it was all clear to him now. The confusion he’d gone through as to why she had such an impact, the feeling, that he now knew was jealousy, he’d felt at her remarks towards the other players…of course, the overriding emotion behind it all was obvious to him. But, how could he tell her such a thing, when all they’d done was treat each other like shit since they met? Looking at her eyes again, those, wide, expectant eyes, he acknowledged that there was simply no other option for him not to.

“Because I…I don’t know I just…I fucking like you, ok?”

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

chapter 3 ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. chapter 5

✧─── chapter list ───✧

[a/n: i have nothing to say except… 

[a/n: some of the other characters start making appearances here, we love to see it ! Yachi the eventual voice of reason in this whole shitshow wbk… also the timeline of this starts to stray from how it is in the show from this point, pretend it was still mid-april when the boys went to Nekoma for the first time 🙈 ]

warning: swearing 

Miya’s laughter rang out as she listened to her best friend, Yachi Hitoka, recounting tales of what she’d seen on a recent day trip to Tokyo with her newest venture: Karasuno’s boys volleyball team.

“God, that’s so funny,” Miya exclaimed, “I bet Kageyama was going mad! I’d’ve loved to see his face.” she added, with an unintentional touch of wistfulness that didn’t go unnoticed. After a raised eyebrow from her friend, she clarified. “Oh my God no, don’t start thinking anything like that Yach. Me and that dickhead? Please. Never gonna happen. I can’t deny that he has magic eyes though…anyway! Tell me more about Tokyo!” she grinned, the brief dreaminess fading as she returned to her usual self. “I bet some of the boys there were gorgeous…” The cheeky new glint in her eye proved to Yachi that any thought of Kageyama’s supposedly ‘magical’ eyes had left her friend’s head, and it pleased her to see. The two clearly hated each other, and any relationship that starts with that dynamic would never, never work.

"Oh, you know me,” Yachi blushed “I didn’t take too much notice of them. I was more interested in the food; they gave us the most-”

“You’re going back in a couple months, yeah? For a longer time?” her friend interrupted, with an unplaceable expression.

“Um, yeah, as long as they pass their exams and stuff. A full week long, I think it is-”

“And managing the team helps your final grades, right? Evidence of a sporty project…it’ll look great on a uni application…”

Yachi rolled her eyes. “Oh no, Miya- what are you planning now?” She grimaced, already well aware of the answer.

“Yachi, you just found yourself a co-manager!! When’s the next meeting?”

“You’re seriously not telling me you’re joining up just to see potentially cute boys from the city?”

“Of course not! Purely for the life experience.” her friend winked. “And what, like that third year girl who manages them now wasn’t the reason you agreed to it? Pull the other one…”

The two girls continued to light-heartedly squabble as they finished the journey to their next class, and the plan was made for Miya to join Yachi on her visit to the gym that afternoon.

★: *.✦ .* :★

As she strolled into the gym in her summer kit, the sound of half-hearted pre-practice quickly ground to a halt. Miya surveyed the scene. Boys of all ages and all heights were positioned around the gym, some stretching and waiting for their coach while others were jogging back and forth, including a red-headed munchkin she recognised from Yachi’s descriptions. A few more first years were dotted about; two of her classmates, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi. No sign of the elusive Kageyama as of yet, though. Was that disappointment she felt? Before she could decide, her thoughts were interrupted.

“HELLO BEAUTIFUL LADY,” screeched a skinhead and another shortie, infatuation painted on their faces for the girl they’d only just laid eyes on. “PLEASE TELL US YOUR NAME!”

“Jesus, you two are forward aren’t you?!” Miya joked, her city accent coming out stronger than normal due to the shock. “It’s Miya Kensouki, and you are…?”

“You can call me Noya!” chirped the spiky-haired shortie, showing no discomfort at the way Miya’s eyes were level with the top of his head. In his mind, it just meant that he was closer to a better view.

“And I’m your next boyfriend, city girl.” quipped his friend, with a wink. Miya snorted.

“You know what that sounds like, right?” However, a voice cut across her own.

"Then that’ll make your standards low, even for you, Tanaka” a glowering Kageyama said from behind them in the gym entrance, those familiar flames of hatred growing from the floor once more. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he hissed to Miya, in a voice that shocked them both. Why this girl made him so…so angry, he couldn’t say. From the way her hair bounced to her virtually constant teasing grin, she made his insides rage in ways he’d never felt before, not even for that dumbass, Hinata. But why?

“Kageyama! What a lovely surprise seeing you here!” Miya cheesed, hitting him with a sickeningly sweet grin that filled her whole face. “Me and Yachi, she’s what I’d call a friend- not sure if you actually have any- were chatting, and we decided it’d be great for both of us if I helped her as an assistant team manager! She gets a hand when Shimitzu’s busy with exams, and I get to legally use our drinks machine as well as meet all of your lovely teammates here!” She finished, laying a playfully flirty hand on Tanaka’s shoulder that made both his and Kageyama’s hearts stop, though the latter couldn’t place why. 

Since that time he’d spent at her house the other day, she’d been treating him differently, always with an obviously fake grin plastered on her face and speaking in a friendly tone that made her insults and jibes even more cutting. This act of mock-friendliness enraged him even more than the open disgust she’d previously displayed. They weren’t friends, and he didn’t want to be; never wanted to be, in fact. Still, though: why did it anger him so much that her smiles to him weren’t genuine?

As for her teasing hand on the now unconscious-from-her-touch Tanaka, all Miya could think was that she wished it was that dickhead Kage’s shoulder she was playing with instead. That’d really make him rage, and it took all of her effort to convince herself that she wasn’t somewhat into him when he did…

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

chapter 2  ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. chapter 4

[a/n: ok i actually already have the whole thing completed but im still gonna post chapters at intervals bc i think the suspense helps ! ill do the first two in one day tho bc ik my friend is waiting for the second (hi mina if ur reading this ily <3)]

warning: a bit of swearing

From the day that they’d stared one another down in anger next to the gym’s drinks machine, Kageyama and Miya just could not escape from each other. It began as exchanging glares in the corridors when they happened to pass one another between lessons, before progressing into full blown arguing after being sat next to each other in a new class arrangement for English. Despite knowing an assortment of British slang thanks to the indie music she listened to, Miya had mastered little else of the language and remained in one of the lower sets for it, far lower than she was for any other subject. Meanwhile, though Kageyama was struggling in all areas of the curriculum, his total lack of effort or flair in English lessons specifically made Miya ashamed to admit that she ever felt any kind of attraction to this prick.

He was unintelligent and lazy while she was upbeat and, for the most part, a top student: their teachers saw it as a match made in heaven, a chance for Miya’s drive for education to inspire something similar in Kage, while his total lack of knowledge would serve as motivation for Miya to get away from him and into a higher class. What those teachers didn’t account for was the near-constant insults and fighting between the two. How much longer would this last? God knows, but the teachers certainly hoped it wouldn’t be until their next big exam.

★: *.✦ .* :★

Visiting Miya’s house on a weekend instead of practising to ensure his spot in the team’s starting line-up was the very last thing that Kageyama wanted to do, but the grade on their barely-finished project for English was one of the things that would also help to determine his placement in a Seijoh practise match, so there was no way he was going to let her do the majority of it and most likely ruin it. Nah, he had to go round and at least supervise.

“What do you mean, I can’t put ‘twat’ on this- it’s a valid word!” She whined, rolling her eyes at what she knew was a fair complaint from Kage.

“When they say make your own dictionary they mean of fucking nouns and verbs, Kensouki, not weird sounding insults. Besides, you needn’t bother putting it down anyway, I’m sure our teachers learnt what it meant from the hundreds of times you’ve screeched it at me in the middle of a lesson.” he deadpanned, wishing that this would go faster and he could return to his beloved court sooner. Seeing her start to protest, he predicted “And don’t bother calling me an 'arsehole’ now, your accent sounds even worse than mine. It’s the arr sound that you should stress, and you don’t pronounce that h either.”

Miya spluttered, lost for words at his dry, careless tone, before resigning herself back to erasing all of the insults that she’d written down for her half of the dictionary. It left her with a limited selection of words, primarily describing clothes or hairstyles, but, considering Kageyama was filling his half with words purely related to volleyball, he couldn’t moan at her too much.

“You know, you sound just like that Tsukishima from my main class when you 'teach’ me things like that. All eye-rolling and tutting. Are you two mates or something?” She eventually questioned, genuinely curious as to what could give these boys that were worlds apart educationally such identical mannerisms. However, Kageyama didn’t seem to approve of the question she’d asked and he folded in on himself, turning away from her and lowering his darkened eyes in one great scoff.

“Friends with that dickhead? That’d be worse than being friends with you. No, he’s just tutored me a couple times when I was really desperate.” he scorned, the disgust so strong in his voice that Miya almost felt bad for asking. Kageyama wasn’t finished. “Always blocking even my perfect sets just because the others don’t hit them strong enough…jumping back down with that stupid smile on his face…God, I hate that cocky git…” he began muttering to himself, while a bemused Miya watched on.

“What, do you guys play on a team together or something?”

“Wow, nothing gets past you does it? I play on the same volleyball team as him, unfortunately.”

“You play volleyball? You’ve honestly never said! It’s not like your entire fucking personality at school revolves around it.”

“Oh, so I’ve got a personality now? News to me. Normally you never stop berating me for being too braindead and boring to have one!” Kage huffed as he delivered the final sentence, watching the girl’s eyes widen as his voice livened away from his typical bored mutter. She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail today, and, though he couldn’t describe it properly, her face looked a certain way that meant he wouldn’t mind surprising her more often. Wide eyed, a mouth that’s slightly open but has finally stopped talking… he’d never tell her, but in this moment she looked almost… n-nuff, no that’s not it…nice.

A silence had fallen. Kage hastily broke their eye contact once he was aware that he’d made it, and returned to scribbling down volleyball positions in his nearly-complete project book, but it had lingered long enough for Miya to take notice. She felt strange as well, having detected a single butterfly at the rise in her partner’s voice just now. She’d debated it before, but now it appeared for definite that she found it, the voice of the closest thing she had to an 'enemy’ at school, extremely attractive. Oh, fucking hell…

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chapter 1  ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. chapter 3

[a/n: first chapter !! i hope its not underwhelmingly short, they do get longer eventually :D kages vibe here is entirely inspired by this one scene, i think viewing it really adds to the experience so ive put it at the end. enjoy !!]

warning: a bit of swearing

The sun was still bright even late in the afternoon; one of April’s main drawbacks for Kageyama, who was sweating in his maroon jumper as he jogged over to the drinks machine hidden near the gym. Behind a wall of a few coins and some button-pressing lay his saviour in this hot season: icy-cold milk. He hurriedly took out three cartons in one payment and began drinking before he’d fully stood back up. However, a sing-song voice cut through his bliss.

“HA! So you’re the bastard who’s been taking all the cartons from this machine! I knew I’d get you in the act one day!” a girl with long, dark hair chirped; her sparkling eyes and the wry grin on her face showing the intended good nature of her remark. “I thought it’d stay my little secret, but it was only a week until all the milk in it was disappearing quicker than if there was nobody but toddlers coming here!” she whined, with a pout. And that, that obnoxiously dramatic expression, that was where it began. From the expressive face and the melody in her voice to that goddamn mock-pout, Kageyama knew there and then that he hated this girl, and probably always would.

For Miya Kensouki, it was a different story. The boy in front of her had taken her completely by surprise, resembling no part of the milk-fiend she’d envisioned in her head. Admittedly, the boy’s black hair would’ve taken on a better life after a wash and some nice products, but she couldn’t stop herself from getting lost in his dark blue eyes. Once he straightened out properly and she could see his true height, it was all she could do not to gasp, and she was certain that a pink blush was rising to her cheeks. However, his expression wasn’t mirroring any affection for her at all. 

It was as though flames had grown in those beautiful eyes and engulfed the scene, leaving her trapped in his fire of resentment and anger.

“If you wanted a monopoly on milk then you should buy a fucking cow, dumbass!” Kageyama raged. Who was this stupid girl, talking to him with a grin as though they were friends and acting as though she hadn’t called him a bastard in their introductory sentence? She had some nerve. “I’m pretty sure there’s a rule about using this machine if you’re not part of any gym clubs, so you can see yourself out”.

At this, Miya curled her lip and glared coldly at the boy whose height she’d now composed herself over. If he wanted to be a dick, two could play at that game. 

“I’m here for my best friend who’s training to manage one of the clubs, actually, mate: it’s you I’m not sure belongs here. Panting and sweating after jogging, like, ten fucking steps? Give me a break…”

“I. Am panting. Because it’s the middle of a fucking heatwave. And I’m wearing a fucking jumper.” the boy seethed through his teeth, his accelerated hatred now palpable in the air.

“And whose stupid idea was that?” she retorted back. 

The two glared at each other for a little while, each unsure what to say next. The blush in the girl’s face had given way to a mere flush from anger, and such an annoyance was reflected on her target’s decreasingly attractive face. Finally, he snatched his remaining cartons out of the machine and stuffed them hastily into his pockets, shooting Miya one last withering look and stalking away, his footsteps so intense that they could still be heard long after.

She stood for a moment in a haze of emotions. What had just happened there? All she’d tried to do was have a laugh with a fellow milk-lover (an endangered species past the gates of high school), but it had ended up as a showdown with perhaps the moodiest guy she’d met since starting at Karasuno. The way he’d gotten so angry over a joke about milk was honestly laughable, so she let out a giggle, but it merely sounded hysterical. Try as she might to paint the boy in her mind as someone with clear anger issues, she just couldn’t suppress the intoxication from the stranger’s intense, fiery gaze. Thankfully, his name still flashed on the drinks machine as its previous customer, so he couldn’t just prowl away and remain anonymous.

“Oh no, Tobio Kageyama…” Miya muttered under her breath before entering her own details to buy the sole milk carton he’d left behind. “You’re not getting away that easily…”

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intro  ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. chapter 2

an encounter at the drinks machine; just the first part of track in the roller-coaster ride that is Tobio Kageyama and Miya Kensouki. a king of the court having the passages of his heart resided in by another for the first time in a long time. a city girl trying not to drown in the blue of his eyes. will they remain symphonic, or will a rogue electric guitar be a permanent interruption to the melody they create?

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a kageyama tobio X own character, ig? other characters are involved too but. i dont want to spoil too much just yet 👀

[a/n: hi!! im chlo and smth has possessed me to post the fanfic that i spent half of my summer writing ! it started off as just a joke with my friends, me creating a character that was essentially just myself at first by fancying half the characters in the show but being a kage simp at heart, but eventually it developed into the biggest writing project ive ever done :D i wasnt gonna post it bc i still dont feel too confident about it, but i thought why not see what other people think rather than just judge it off my own opinion ? so here she is!]

chapter 1: should’ve bought a cow

chapter 2: oh, fucking hell

Right from the get go Lucas and Maya were able to talk to each other, banter, laugh, play games and use their words. Maya knew Lucas wasn't a fairytale. She knew that he was an actual person and not a dream. Lucas knew Maya was protective and fierce. He wanted to break down her walls so that she could trust him.

Maya does trust Lucas.

Lucas trusts Maya.

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— You took a deep breath, standing in front of the open door that lead outside. Even tho you now had your brothers permission to date his best friend, that didn’t mean that the friend in question would still accept your love, I mean, as far as you knew he literally ran away when he knew it was you, and then proceeded to avoid the subject at all costs.

That sounded too much like an Asahi-style rejection for your liking.

And besides that, you still weren’t so sure if he was gonna show up. He didn’t text you a response, less sent you a note back, and this time you couldn’t catch him in the moment, you only had to hope and pray that he was kind enough to listen to what you had to say.

You shook your head, trying to get your bad thoughts out, it’s only Asahi, the same guy that used to walk you home last year when your brother was sick, the same guy who lent you his jacket one particularly cold day, the same guy who gave you his umbrella on a rainy day even tho he knew he’d wake up with a fever the next day. He was too kind to you to even let you down.

You exhaled harshly and took a step outside, the warm sunlight bathing you in this spring-like state of ~everything is gonna be alright~.

4:05pm

He was probably already there.

You sped up your pace subconsciously, not wanting him to wait for you any longer. You stopped dead in your tracks once you turned around the corner, meeting with his familiar tall silhouette. He turned around at the sound, offering you one his soft smiles.

“Oh, hi. I was just about to text you if you were gonna show up” he said, gesturing the phone in his hand.

“Sorry, did I make you wait too much?” You asked, worry spreading on your face, what a good start.

“Oh no, not at all” he blushed softly, putting his phone back in his pocket, “what did you wanna talk about?”.

His straightforwardness caught you off guard. You suddendly felt all the anxiety that you’ve been building up until then fall over you, sending shivers than your spine as you felt your face heat up.

“Um... I...” you looked down, fidgeting with your fingers, unsure on how to start.

He looked over at you questioningly, but remained silent, giving you your time. You took a deep breath.

“I spoke with Kōshi” you stated, still not looking at him, picking on your nail polish seemed more interesting, “and he apologized for... well, all that”

“Ah that’s good, I’m glad that you’re on good terms again” he smiled kindly, giving you a head pat that managed you make your legs quiver.

You looked up at him, his smile still not fading as he looked down at you. You got lost in his looks for a minute, he had half of his hair down, which was shining brightly with the sunlight, making it look way too soft. You wanted to raise up a hand to touch it, but you held back, taking another breath before continuing.

“Yeah... he also said that he didn’t mind if- well, if we... you know...” you looked down again, too embarrassed by your suggestion, “became a thing”

He stood silent, his fists clenching on his sides. You took enough courage to look up again, meeting that adorable flustered look of his that made your heart do flips. His eyes were fixed on yours, a deep red blush covering most of his face as he processed what you said.

“I-if you and I b-became a t-thing?” He mumbled, stumbling over his words.

“Yeah” you answered, not wanting to say what you both were thinking.

“L-like d-dating?” He asked again, a little louder this time.

“Yeah...” you looked down “I mean, w-we don’t have to if you don’t want to, I mean, I get it, you don’t have to accept if you’re not comfortable or something...”

You felt the wave of regret start to creep up on you, this was more awkward than you thought it’d be, and his silence was not helping at all. Maybe you were right all along, maybe he didn’t see you in that way, maybe he liked someone else, maybe-

“Sure” you looked up suddendly, raising your brows up in shock. He didn’t meet your gaze this time, the blush seemed to get deeper as he scratched the back of his neck, “I mean, w-we can go on a d-date if you’d like?”

“Yes!” You answered way too fast, eyes beaming up with joy as he finally met your gaze, “I’d love to”.

“Oh, ok” he smiled subtly, his eyes traveling from your own to your lips, quickly going back up, “w-we can arrange it l-later then, I guess..”

“Of course” you were almost jumping in your place, the feeling of relief and happiness being too much for you to handle, “I’ll see you around then!”

You turned around quickly, almost running away, with the biggest smile on your face.

“See ya!” He almost shouted back, watching you go, with a smile almost as big as yours, and his heart beating faster than ever in his chest.

✎Funfact!: Both of them ended up spending the whole night arranging the date, which ended up taking place that Saturday in the new amusement park outside town. They kissed at the top of the Ferris Wheel while watching the sunset.

Asahi Azumane x reader(fem!)

A/n: NAJSNSJS I WANT TO KISS ASAHI IN THE SUNSET SO BAD 😭😭 anyways, the next update is gonna be the last, it was a fun ride 😔✌🏻

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✎Funfact!: After their chat, (y/n) let Kōshi in her room, and the first thing he did was steal her Levi body pillow. He hasn’t returned it yet.

Asahi Azumane x reader(fem!)

A/n: Sorry for not updating in so long omg 😔😔 anyways, the next two updates will be the lasts, so brace yourself (also, massive fluff warning for the next update 😳🤚)

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🥺 yeah okay

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The man in the lobby was gorgeous.

Soaking wet was a good look for him, his thin black shirt clinging close to his skin and really giving you a view of his well built torso. He's clutching his jacket to his chest, water beading down through the channels of muscle on his forearms.

He must have gotten blindsided by the storm and ran into the closest place he could find, because you feel like you would remember if someone this hot lived in the complex.

Maybe he was waiting for someone? He did seem to be holding onto.... something in his jacket. Guy probably took it off to keep whatever it was dry in the rain. It was absolutely pouring out there.

You feel kind of bad, ogling this complete stranger, but when he pushes a wet strand of chestnut hair behind his ear and looks at through you through half-fogged glasses with the saddest eyes you've ever seen, you know how you can make it up to him.

"Hey man, you need some help?"

Hair flops onto his forehead as he whips his head around, looking for anyone else you could be talking to. His eyes widen a touch as he removes a hand from his jacket to point at himself, as if saying me?

"Yeah, it looks like you're waiting for a friend? Do you need to be buzzed up?"

He laughs, nerves strangling the sound a little.

"Oh, no! No, I'm just. I got caught in the rain because .... Well, I needed to get somewhere dry and this was the closest place I saw. Am I not allowed to be here? Do I need to leave?"

Oh no, there's no way you're letting this dreamboat of a man drown out in that storm. You respond quickly, trying to calm his anxieties.

"No, it's fine! Management doesn't care about visitors in the lobby as long as they don't sleep out here."

His shoulders fall as some of the tension ebbs, voice a little smoother when he responds.

"Oh good. Um. Is this place pet friendly?"

You don't really know how to respond to that.

"Uh. I don't think so? Or like, it is, but you have to pay a deposit. Why, you moving in?" Oh god, imagine being his neighbor.

His shoulders are bunching up again, eyes darting around the empty lobby. What is with him? The question you're about to ask him fades from your mind as you notice the bundle in his arms wiggle.

He's really panicking now, stuttering out something that sounds like an apology and a farewell, when a little gray head pops up from the jacket.

It's the filthiest kitten you have ever seen. It blinks a few times and sneezes delicately into the guy's face.

"... I couldn't leave him out in the rain all alone."

There's a beat of silence as you process the words.

Oh my god. He's perfect. This is the perfect man.

"... I never got your name." You lean into his space and scratch the unfortunate-looking cat between the ears and are rewarded with a gravely purr. He's looking at you as if he half expects you to throw him though the revolving doors.

"My- my name? Well. It's Asahi," he manages after a short silence. The only sounds after is the kitten's purr and the distant pelt of rain on the windows.

"Well, Asahi. You really shouldn't go back out into the rain with him, but you can't keep him in the lobby."

The nervous aura around him intensifies. "Then what-?"

"How about you come up with me and wait out the rain in my apartment? I've got towels and a cat carrier from an old roommate somewhere."

Asahi's smiling at you brightly- he's so heart wrenchingly earnest it nearly hurts- and says, "I'd like that."