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featuring: wally west, tim drake, dick grayson, jason todd content: smau, established relationship, fem!reader, talks of pregnancy (non-serious), potentially sexual themes ??? this is just crack don't mind me

— wally west

Synopsis : What’s that??? The captain’s have a crush on you???

Notes : Gender neutral reader, not proofread, I was bored so I wrote this , lemme know if I portrayed them correctly!

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𑣲⋆Daichi Sawamura

Daichi is absolutely hopeless once he develops a crush—but the important part is that he doesn’t fall in love easily.

He’s the type of person who slowly grows to love someone over-time, and once those feelings settle in, he keeps them buried for as long as he possibly can.

The problem is that he is absolutely terrible at hiding them.

In his own mind, he thinks that he’s acting completely normal.

To everyone else? It’s the most obvious thing in the world.

At first, he convinces himself that he’s only looking out for you because you’re Karasuno’s manager.

As captain, it’s his responsibility to make sure everyone gets home safely, that nobody is carrying more than they should, that everyone remembers to eat after practice, and that the team is doing well. Because Daichi is a very caring person and someone who cares for the people around him—it shouldn’t be any different with the way he treats you.

That’s all this is… right? At least, that’s what he keeps telling himself.

Sugawara see’s right through him though, he’ll ask questions about how all of the suddenly he has been extra too caring about their manager.

“Hey Daichi, you keep walking with them everytime after school.”

“Oh yeah! What about it?”

“You live in the opposite direction.”

Daichi will laugh it off and bring up the fact that, he wanted to make sure you were going home safely.

From that moment on, the entire volleyball club watches the slowest, most painfully obvious crush unfold right in front of them.

Instead of simply asking you about yourself, Daichi will try to ask Kiyoko and Yachi instead.

He’ll casually wander over after practice and ask how you’ve been doing, whether you’ve seemed stressed lately, any upcoming plans, if you’ve been eating enough, what your favorite snacks are, or if anything interesting has happened recently.

Kiyoko only smiles and sigh before telling him, “You know… you could just ask them yourself.”

Meanwhile, Yachi is bursting with excitement, insisting that it’s incredibly sweet how much he cares about you, which only makes Daichi deny everything even harder. And Yachi, will try—will fail—to help Daichi talk to you or ask you out.

I will die on the hill that Daichi’s way of showing affection is about taking care of people.

If he notices you’re carrying something heavy, he’s already reaching for it before you’ve even realized he moved.

“Oh, you’re carrying all of that? Here, let me.”

“No, I’ve got it.”

“Oh okay…” then a brief pause while Daichi stares at the multiple stacks you’ll have to carry. “I’ll carry the other stack, then.”

If you mention being hungry even once, he’ll mysteriously have “accidentally” bought an extra rice ball or sandwich from the convenience store.

“I bought too much.” Daichi awkwardly chuckles while handing the rice ball towards you “Again?” You replied while taking the rice ball way from his hand.

“…Yeah.”

“You say that every week.”

He’ll only scratch the back of his neck and look away.

Practice runs late? He’s already waiting by the gym doors with his bag over one shoulder.

“I’ll walk you home.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know…I want too and it’s getting dark.”

If someone outside the team is bothering you, he’ll step simply in, and drag you away from them.

if someone on the team was being a nuisance to you. They are receiving a polite (intimidating) conversation.

(I guess, he is protective without being overbearing.)

Outside of volleyball, he’d be the type to text you just to check in.

Nothing excessive, just messages throughout the day asking if you’ve eaten, how your classes went, or whether you made it home safely.

Though, those short conversations always turn into hours of talking.

He genuinely wants to know everything about you—your favorite food, your hobbies, your childhood stories, what makes you laugh, what your dreams are after graduation.

He wants to know because he is interested because it’s you.

But of course, he’ll deny every accusation that comes his way.

“You like the manager.”

“No..I don’t.” But the bright pink creeping up his ears gives him away every single time.

Eventually, the entire Karasuno staff becomes invested in getting the two of you together.

Sugawara shamelessly tries to create opportunities for you to be alone.

Nishinoya and Tanaka cheer whenever you stand next to each other for more than five seconds and place bets on how long it’ll take Daichi to confess, everyone in the team just watches and waits—there’s a whole separate group chat titled: ‘operation get our captain be with our manager’.

Even Coach Ukai took note on what’s happening, telling Daichi that he’d probably have better luck talking to you instead of asking Yachi and Kiyoki every other day.

Takeda Sensei, simply smiles and motivates him, “you got this.”

By the end of it all, everyone knows Daichi is hopelessly in love with the team’s manager. Everyone… except Daichi himself.

𑣲⋆Tetsurō Kuroo

Most people assumed Kuroo was a flirt, but the truth was a bit complicated than that.

He was naturally charismatic. He talked to everyone, teased everyone, and had a habit of making people laugh within minutes of meeting them.

He loved getting reactions out of people, so when he started joking around with you, nobody thought much of it. It was just Kuroo being Kuroo… or so everyone believed.

(The guys is pretty much emotionally intelligent, like that one scene when they were kids.)

(Kenma and Kuroo interactions were so endearingly sweet.)

The difference became obvious surprisingly fast when he started talking to you.

With everyone else, his teasing was effortless. He always had a comeback ready, a smug grin on his face.

Around you, though?

He’d stumble over his own pick up lines, laugh a little harder than necessary whenever you said something funny, or completely lose his train of thought because you smiled at him you’ll listen to him talk about his interests or when you complimented him.

Sometimes he’d also catch himself staring at you for too long before awkwardly clearing his throat and pretending he’d been looking at something behind you.

He always, tried way too hard to impress you—he doesn’t realize it tho…

One afternoon he attempted to make a chemistry joke while you were organizing practice schedules.

“You know…” he smirked, “I think we’ve got pretty good chemistry.”

You blinked. “…Chemistry?”

“Yeah.” He replied then you tilted your head. “ like The subject?”

Kuroo just stared “You know just forget that I said anything.”

And immediately left muttering and mumbling to himself while he buried his face in his hands while Kenma quietly snorted from the corner of the gym.

A full minute later your eyes widened. “…Oh…he..meant that chemistry.”

Whenever Nekoma had team dinners, Kuroo somehow always ended up sitting next to you. It didn’t matter where you chose to sit—he’d find an excuse. If someone else had already taken the seat beside you, he’d casually convince them to switch.

Nobody knew how he kept pulling it off, but somehow the captain always ended up within arm’s reach of their manager.

During practice, he’d invent the flimsiest reasons imaginable to come over and talk to you and ask for any updates about your life.

“Need help carrying those volleyballs?”

“I’ve got them.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Positive?”

“Yes, Kuroo.”

“Okay, okay.”

He’d walk away… Only to wander back five minutes later because he “forgot to ask Coach something.”

Coach hadn’t even called him over and when he did he just spent his time in idle talking to you. While the coach just sighs knowing that the boy got a crush on you.

If you were helping the other managers refill water bottles or organize equipment, he’d finish his own drills suspiciously quickly just to strike up another conversation or have an excuse to hold hands with you.

Another big giveaway was that he actually listened.

Kuroo remembered everything.

If you casually said you liked a certain dessert once, he’d somehow “accidentally” buy one for himself the next time the team stopped somewhere—then offer you half because he “couldn’t finish it.”

He was also constantly looking for reasons to text you. It would start with something completely normal.

“Coach said practice starts thirty minutes earlier tomorrow.”

Then…

“Did you finish that assignment?”

“Have you eaten yet?”

“Kenma says this movie is good. Have you seen it?”

“Do you know about this new video game? Wanna come over?”

“Sleep well, goodnight!”

Before either of you realized it, you’d spent two hours talking about absolutely nothing.

His very personal close friend Kenma noticed almost immediately. Because he had to listen to Kuroo talk and gush about you while he played his game on the console.

Every practice morning, Kuroo would stop in front of the locker room mirror, fixing his hair for the third time before flashing himself a smile.

“ Is it too much?” He’d try a wink.

“…Definitely too much.” Kenma will reply not looking up from his position.

“Kenma.”

“Hm.”

“Do I look okay?”

Kenma didn’t even glance up from his handheld console.“They’re coming today, aren’t they?” It got even worse after he’d invited you over to his house to study. Suddenly he was panicking over things he’d never cared about before.

Were there enough snacks?

Should he clean his room again?

Did his bookshelf make him look like a nerd?

Should he wear his Nekoma hoodie or was that trying too hard?

Kenma walked into his room, took one look at Kuroo rearranging the same stack of manga for the fourth time, and sighed.

“You’ve cleaned your room more today than you have all year.”

“I’m just… making it look presentable.”

“They’re just coming over to study.”

Kenma simply walked away. “They like you too much to care.”

Kuroo froze. “Wait—what did you just say?”

“…Nothing.” Kenma replied while quickly turning away.

“Kenma.”

𑣲⋆Tōru Oikawa

The agenda that Oikawa has had dozens of girlfriends just because he’s popular is completely false.

The guy had one girlfriend, got dumped, and somehow that became enough for everyone to assume he was a legendary heartbreaker. Yeah no…

Sure, girls confessed to him all the time, but actually pursuing someone he genuinely liked?

That was a completely different story. Oikawa could charm an entire gymnasium filled with girls—maybe? Probably without breaking a sweat, but in reality with a person he liked—he’d struggle.

The first time he saw you, he genuinely forgot how to speak. His mouth literally fell open, earning a chorus of laughter from the rest of Aoba Johsai before he could even recover.

From that day on, he became embarrassingly determined to make a good impression. And poor Iwaizumi ended up being forced to listen to Oikawa rehearse greetings before practice.

“Should I say ‘Good morning’? No… too plain...maybe, ‘Hey! Fancy seeing you here!’ Wait, no, that’s stupid. What if I compliment them? Too much? What if I wink?”

Iwaizumi would just deadass stare at him with the most exhausted expression imaginable. “You’re talking to the manager, not confessing.”

After twenty minutes of practicing, Oikawa would finally convince himself he was ready.

He walked into the gym full of confidence and motivation, looking like the coolest person alive, hair perfectly styled, smile perfectly practiced, absolutely radiant.

Then when you’d look up and casually say, “Oh, Oikawa, Coach wanted you,” suddenly every single prepared sentence vanished from his brain. “…H-Huh? Me? Right. Yeah. Coach. Of course.”

He’d stumble over his own words so badly that you’d give him a confused look before walking away, leaving him frozen in place.

The second you disappeared around the corner, he’d dramatically collapse against the nearest wall while Iwaizumi watched without a shred of sympathy.

“That was pathetic.”

“I KNOW IWA-CHAN!”

It continued on he became painfully obvious to everyone except you. He’d start fixing his hair whenever he caught his reflection in a window. He’d suddenly care about whether his practice jacket looked wrinkled. He’d ask Kunimi or iwazumi, “Do I look okay?” so often that they’d stop answering and just give him a thumbs-up without looking.

If you complimented literally anything—his serve, his haircut, even his water bottle—he’d spend the next week thinking about it. And he’ll replay every conversation in his head that night, wondering if he sounded cool or if he embarrassed himself again.

He’d constantly invent excuses to be around you, too. Need help carrying volleyballs? He’s already there. Coach asked someone to move equipment?

Oikawa volunteered before anyone else could. If you were talking to another manager or one of the first years, he’d casually wander over with a grin and somehow try to insert himself into the conversation.

He’d never admit it was because he wanted to spend more time with you, but everyone else could connect the dots.

Naturally, the entire team notice and try to tease their captain, Hanamaki and Matsukawa would make it their life’s mission to sabotage him at every opportunity. Actually the whole team, just so Oikawa will owe them up to a free treat to a soba meal.

They’d loudly call your name whenever Oikawa was staring so he’d whip his head away. If he was about to walk over and talk to you, they’d suddenly throw an arm around his shoulders and start asking him nonsense just to watch him suffer.

Iwaizumi was somehow both his biggest supporter and biggest bully. He’d tell Oikawa to just confess already… then immediately smack him over the head whenever he started overthinking another three-word conversation.

𑣲⋆Wakatoshi Ushijima

Ushijima was rather…uhm…well…he didn’t recognize his feelings as a crush.

To him, it was simply the fact that: your presence was pleasant and he felt pleased to be around you and listen to you talk and compliment him, you were someone he trusted completely and whose company he preferred over being alone, someone that he naturally looked for after practice without realizing he was doing it.

In his mind, you were simply a close friend—someone he liked very, very much. There was no reason to question it.

It wasn’t until Tendō bluntly announced, “Ushijima, you have a crush on the manager,” that made him actually stop and think.

He stood there silently for several long seconds before asking, completely serious, “…Is that what this feeling is?” Making Tendō nearly fell over laughing that his friend hadn’t realized that his actions weren’t normal.

Ushijima didn’t understand what was so funny. If there was a name for what he was feeling, then yeah, he had a crush.

During his early morning runs, he’d quietly reflect on it. He’d replay conversations the two of you had shared, the way you smiled when you greeted him every morning, how you always remembered to ask if he’d eaten after long practices.

He found himself remembering details that most people wouldn’t know or bother to remember if they aren’t close with one another.

Eventually, another realization settled in. Whenever the two of you walked somewhere together, he always wanted to reach over and hold your hand.

Not because there was any particular reason—he simply thought it felt…right…and whenever he sees someone making you uncomfortable by talking to you or asking your number, he feels somewhat—jealous —then spikes a ball that hits them to leave you alone.

Ushijima expressed his affection through his actions.

If you were carrying equipment, he’d wordlessly take the heavier box.

If practice ran late, he’d wait without being asked so you wouldn’t have to walk home alone.

If someone was bothering you, they somehow found themselves on the receiving end of Ushijima’s spike or intimidating stare until they decided they had somewhere else to be.

Whenever you thanked him, he’d simply nod and reply, “You’re important to the team.”

To everyone else, it sounded like something a captain would naturally say.

The truth was, he’d do those things even if you weren’t the manager anymore.

Ironically, the two of you were probably the only people who didn’t realize what was happening.

You simply thought Ushijima was an incredibly dependable friend. Quiet? Yes. Awkward? Occasionally.

But he’d always been kind to you, so none of it seemed unusual.

Meanwhile, Ushijima believed he was treating you—well—almost the same but it was still different…completely unaware that the team had started keeping score of how many times he looked for you first after practice.

Whenever you passed by and smiled or waved at him, he’d calmly lift a hand and wave back before returning to whatever he was doing, thinking absolutely nothing of it.

Tendou meanwhile, would simply sigh in the background.

When you walked into the gym every afternoon, Ushijima would instinctively glance toward the entrance to make sure you’d arrived safely.

If you looked tired, he’d ask if you were feeling alright.

If you forgot to eat lunch, he’d quietly buy you something from the vending machine.

None of those things felt extraordinary to him—they were simply the logical things to do for someone important.

The problem was… he didn’t do those things for everyone.

If you were running late, Ushijima would casually ask, “Have they arrived yet?”

If you missed practice because you were sick, he’d quietly ask Coach Washijō if you were recovering well.

If you mentioned an upcoming exam, he’d remember the exact date weeks later and ask how it went.

To him, those were simply the things friends did.

If you ever asked him why he always seemed to be there whenever you needed help, he’d answer with complete sincerity

“Because you’re important to me.”

Then he’d continue walking as though he’d said something ordinary, leaving everyone else—including you—to process what he’d just admitted.

𑣲⋆Kōtarō Bokuto

Bokuto was completely incapable of hiding his feelings. The moment he realized he liked you, the entire volleyball club somehow knew within a week.

Honestly, it probably took less than that. Bokuto wasn’t the type to quietly yearn you from afar—he made it everyone’s business.

The gym echoed with your name at least five times every practice because he’d shout, “HEY, ‘….’ !! LOOK AT THIS!” from the opposite side of the court before attempting his best spike.

The second he landed it, he’d immediately turn to see if you were watching.

He lived for your praise. One simple “That was amazing, Bokuto!” and suddenly he was playing like he’d been possessed, hitting every spike with even more confidence than before, even if he missed he’ll still be motivated because he sees you on the side lines watching him.

If you clapped for him, he’d spend the next thirty minutes grinning so hard his cheeks hurt.

If you complimented a single play, he’d perform even better for the rest of practice, convinced he had to live up to your expectations and not to let you down.

The opposite was also true.

If you left before practice ended because you had errands to run, Bokuto would dramatically flop onto the gym floor as though all life had left his body.

“They left…”

“Bokuto, they just went to the store.”

“…Without saying goodbye…”

“You watched them wave at you.”

“…It’s not the same.”

If you happened to miss practice altogether, he’d spend the entire day asking where you were. The moment practice ended, your phone would explode with notifications.

Bokuto: hey

Bokuto: hey hey

Bokuto: HEYYYYYY???

Bokuto: where were youuu??

Bokuto: are you alive??

Bokuto: you okay

Bokuto: HELLOOOOO???

If you still didn’t answer, he’d call you, and the second you picked up, you’d hear the most exaggerated fake sobbing imaginable.

“ ‘….’ You weren’t here today…”

“Bokuto—”

“You abandoned me…”

“I had to go to the dentist.”

Then his mood shifts “Oh okay—yey!! How was it??”

You genuinely made his entire day brighter just by existing. If you walked into the gym and smiled at him before practice, he’d somehow have enough energy to power the entire team.

If you laughed at one of his jokes—even the terrible ones—he’d be riding that high for hours. And flexing that to everyone that—HE—yes—HE—made you smile!

Akaashi noticed this and used it to his advantage and also help Bokuto get to you—doesn’t seem like you really mind, anyways…

Whenever Bokuto started spiraling into one of his moods, Akaashi would calmly glance around the gym before saying, “Manager, could you hand Bokuto the extra volleyballs?”

Almost instantly, Bokuto perked back up.

“Oh! Hi! ‘…’!!”

“Hi, Bokuto!!”

“Did you see my last spike?”

“I did.”

“…Really?”

“It was impressive.”

“…AKAASHI, DID YOU HEAR THAT?!”

Akaashi had, in fact, he planned the entire interaction.

During official matches, the team practically relied on you as part of their strategy. Whenever Bokuto’s confidence started wavering after a blocked spike, everyone instinctively looked toward you. One thumbs-up, a clap, or a simple, “You’ve got this, Bokuto!” was usually all it took.

His shoulders straightened and his grin returned.

“RIGHT! I’VE GOT THIS!”

Kenji Futakuchi

Futakuchi definitely teased the hell out of you. It got to the point where half your conversations ended with you threatening to throw a volleyball at him.

The only way he knew how to get closer to someone was by being an absolute menace.

He’d make sarcastic comments whenever you walked by, roast you for the smallest mistakes, steal your clipboard for no reason other than to watch you chase after him, and smirk every time you rolled your eyes.

The thing was, he didn’t tease you because he wanted to annoy you.

He teased you because it gave him an excuse to talk to you.

(Real…mature move over here…)

If you ignored him, he’d somehow find another reason to bother you five minutes later.

If you snapped back with an insult of your own, his grin will reach from both ends of his ears, smiling widely.

In his mind, if you were arguing with him, at least you were paying attention to him.

The rest of Date Tech thought it was painfully obvious, but you simply assumed Futakuchi was like that with everyone.

Though, he was surprisingly observant. He noticed when you looked stressed before anyone else did.

If you had dark circles under your eyes after exam week, he’d notice. And reassure you to take breaks and you can pass the test.

If you skipped lunch because you were too busy helping Coach, he’d notice that too. And quietly place the sweet bread hr bought from the cafeteria.

Too much things to dowhen you are about to turn around to grab a box of volleyballs only to find they’d already disappeared because Futakuchi had carried them away.

If you asked why, he’d shrug and say, “I didn’t trust you not to drop them.” there was always an excuse. He’d never admit.

He also had a habit of unconsciously looking for you. The moment he walked into the gym, his eyes would flick toward the manager’s desk just to make sure you’d made it to practice.

If you were absent that day, he’d casually ask, “Manager’s not here today?” trying to sound like he was only curious because it affected practice.

Nobody believed him. Not Moniwa, not Kamasaki, not even Aone.

They all knew exactly why he’d asked.

Whenever the team went out to eat after a match, Futakuchi will make sure you are eating first and getting the food you wanted.

If you needed to carry drinks back to the table, he’d take half of them before you even had the chance, saying it was simply the practical thing to do.

If someone else started bothering you, he’d immediately jump into the conversation—not because he was jealous, he’d insist, but because “they’re being annoying.”

The irony of that statement was completely lost on him.

The biggest weakness in this entire act was kindness.

He could handle you yelling at him. He could handle you roasting him back. He could even handle you threatening to hit him with a volleyball. He could handle you hitting him and calling him “annoying.”

But if you smiled warmly and said, “Thanks, Futakuchi. I appreciate you helping me,” his brain would completely short-circuit.

His ears would turn pink, he’d suddenly become shying away , and he’d mutter something like, “yeah, whatever,” before quickly walking away.

The smug grin he’d worn all day would disappear in an instant.

His teammates lived to see those moments. They’d spend entire practices trying to orchestrate situations where you’d thank him just to watch him go soft and quite.

𑣲⋆Shinsuke Kita

Shinsuke Kita didn’t realize the exact moment he fell for you. There wasn’t some dramatic confession to himself or a day he could point back to.

One morning, he simply noticed that he had started looking toward the gym entrance without thinking, wondering if you’d arrived yet.

If you were already there setting up equipment, he’d feel oddly relieved and go up to you asking if you wanted him to help you.

If you were running late, he’d quietly glance at the clock once or twice before returning to practice.

It wasn’t something he questioned at first.

To him, it was simply another part of his daily routine, like arriving early, sweeping the gym, or checking the volleyballs before practice.

He admired the little things about you more than anything else.

The way you stayed behind to organize supplies even after everyone else had left.

How you always remembered which players forgot their water bottles.

The “good morning” you’d give him every day, even if the two of you exchanged only a handful of words afterward.

He appreciated the consistency of the interactions that you had.

The Miya twins noticed long before he did, they’ll ask him questions and bring out how he always stares at you.

“He’s a goner” Osamu sighed.

“Our captain’s in love.” Atsuma replied back

Kita wasn’t the type to become flustered or act differently around someone he liked. If anything, he became even more dependable.

He’d quietly set aside your favorite drink whenever the team stopped at the convenience store.

If he noticed you looked tired, he’d ask, “Did you sleep well?”

If it started unexpectedly rain, there would already be an umbrella waiting because he’d checked the forecast that morning and packed an extra one without mentioning it.

The affection he had was almost impossible to recognize unless you paid close attention.

If everyone was helping clean up, he’d naturally drift toward whatever task you were doing so the work would finish faster.

“You don’t have to carry that.”

“It isn’t heavy.”

“It is.”

And he’ll reach out and carry it.

“Thank you, Kita.”

“You’re welcome.”

That was the entire conversation.

To everyone else, though, it said plenty.

The second-years began making bets on how long it would take before Kita realized he wasn’t treating you the same as everyone else. Aran merely chuckled whenever the twins complained.

“Leave him alone.”

“But Aran-san!”

“He literally asked if he was comfortable when we all went out to eat and gave them a piece of his food” Atsumu pointed out.

“That ‘s just being considerate.”

Atsumu just stared at Aran in absolute disbelief.

And Kita himself remained blissfully unaware.

To him, caring for someone was simply the right thing to do. If someone mattered to you, you remembered the little things. You paid attention. You made their day a little easier if you could.

Only much later, after hearing Atsumu loudly complain for what felt like the hundredth time, did Kita quietly ask,

“…Is this really considered having a crush?”

The gym fell completely silent. Even Suna looked up from his phone, while Atsumu slowly pointed at him shouting out loud,

“YOU ARE SERIOUSLY ASKING ABOUT THAT NOW?”

Osamu pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Kita-san…”

“…You’ve had one for months.”

Kita was quiet for a long moment.

“I see.” He nodded once, accepting the information as calmly as if someone had told him practice started thirty minutes earlier. “That explains a few things.”

And the very next morning, he greeted you exactly as he always did.

“Good morning.”

“Morning, Kita.”

A small smile crossed his face.

“…I’m glad you’re here.”

Across the gym, Atsumu buried his face in his hands.

“They’re both hopeless.”

𑣲⋆Yūji Terushima

Terushima was absolutely convinced he had game. According to him, there wasn’t a person alive who could resist his “natural charm.”

The boys on Johzenji had heard that speech so many times they could recite it word for word.

So when the manager caught his eye, everyone knew that he’ll either fail or have you wrapped around his finger within a week.

Instead, you humbled him almost immediately.

He was leaning against the gym wall with what he thought was the coolest smile imaginable.

“Hey, manager. You know, if I wasn’t on the volleyball team, I’d probably be a model.”

You ignore him and his comment and said

“…Coach said if you keep standing there, you’re running suicides and you’ll be a dead weight..so I suggest you start getting yourself together and practice.”

“…Right.”

The team howled with laughter as he slowly walked back onto the court. It became a weekly occurrence that he’ll try to find a way to make you fall for him.

Terushima would confidently stroll over with a brand-new pickup line he’d thought of on the train ride to school, only for you to accidentally—intentionally—shut it down without even trying.

“You know, you smiled at me today.”

“I smile at everyone.”

“I smiled at a guy today too.”

“Ouch that hurts…” he would dramatically say.

The funniest part was that he never stayed embarrassed for long. Give him thirty seconds, and he’d bounce right back with another grin and another terrible attempt.

He took absolutely nothing seriously. If you rolled your eyes, he’d dramatically clutch his chest and claim you’d “wounded” him before immediately asking if you wanted something from the vending machine.

If you called him annoying, he’d proudly respond, “That means you think about me!”

If you threatened to throw a volleyball at him, he’d hand you one with a smile.

The problem was that, despite all the jokes, he also paid attention to you and your feelings. He’ll also stop bothering you when you looked exhausted and will go up to you and tell you to sit this one out.

He noticed when you looked exhausted after carrying equipment all afternoon and would suddenly snatch the boxes out of your hands.

He also had an annoying habit of appearing exactly when your mood dipped. If practice had been stressful or you looked overwhelmed, Terushima would somehow materialize beside you.

“Wanna hear something funny?”

“Sure.”

Five minutes later, he was now reenacting one of his teammates tripping over a volleyball or giving an exaggerated impression of the referee from your last match until you laughed despite yourself.

The second he heard that laugh, he’d grin—There it is.

every time you smiled at one of his ridiculous jokes or laughed at another one of his failed attempts to flirt, he’d forget whatever cheesy line he’d planned next. He liked seeing you smile.

His teammates commented about how he somehow got significantly dumber around you.

Even when he embarrasses himself, he’d recover almost instantly and walk confidently towards you.

If a volleyball smacked him in the face while he was trying to flirt, he’d come back still with a smile.

Terushima wasn’t actually trying to impress you at all anymore. He was trying to make you laugh, because he wanted you to be happy.

like why does youtuber streamer and owner of bouncing ball co kozume kenma aka kodzuken know the libero of this russian team and this half russian model and this comedian / chef and also a bunch of div 1&2 pro volleyball players and his childhood bsf works for the jva

some kid comes to class one day and his teacher knows half the japanese national team ????? THIS RANDOM COP IN MIYAGI IS A SENPAI TO HINATA SHOYO AND KAGEYAMA TOBIO i’m in tears actually this is so funny how have i never considered this

yachi taking time off for the olympics and her colleagues are like oh omg what are you watching? you could come and watch at this bar with us! and she’s like actually my super famous besties got me tickets to go see the games IN PERSON and that’s how they learn she’s besties with hinata and kageyama bc she also posts a selfie w them and yamaguchi and tsukishima

new fans are so confused on how and why hinata knows so many people??? why is he on good terms with the japanese guy who plays for that one polish team? why is he posting selfies with san juan’s star setter???? why is san juan’s star setter married to THE JAPANESE TEAMS ATHLETIC TRAINER??? WHAT IS HAPPENING

everyone and everything is connected

He’s trying his absolute best to answer all her questions seriously—maintaining eye contact, throwing in a few jokes to impress her—when suddenly, bam! His rascal of a teammate dumps an entire gallon of cold water on him as part of their post-game tradition… but it splashes all over her too.

He immediately turns to his teammate like, “Are you serious right now?” before scolding them on the spot. “She’s working! What is wrong with you?” he snaps, before turning to her, flustered and apologizing profusely. “I’m so sorry about that. Get her a towel. Now.”

When they bring it over, these Haikyuu men takes it himself and gently starts wiping the water from her face, mumbling something like, “You okay?” while giving her a small, nervous smile. He doesn’t even realize they’re still being filmed.

Trying to save face, he grins and says, “How about this—let me make it up to you. You can write an entire article about me… over coffee?”

Later that night, he’s sprawled out on his bed, still in his team hoodie, phone in one hand and a lazy grin on his face as he watches the viral clip of himself smiling like an idiot while gently dabbing her face with a towel for the tenth time. The comment section is wild—some are teasing, some are shipping, and some are dead serious about wanting to see them together.

Then his phone pings.

You: how about tomorrow lunch time? 😊

you’ve been awoken by an angel. or at least, that’s what it feels like when you wake up in a soft bed that is absolutely not your own, the warmth of this stranger — no, angel, filling your limbs with life you didn’t have before.

you gently open your eyes, trying consciously to widen them against the sleep that tugs at your eyelids. above you is a man kissed in sunlight, his broad arms held above you on the mattress. his eyes. some mix of green or brown or hazel or heaven looked at you like you’d bestowed him the greatest gift of the universe.

so naturally, having a hot man on top of you made you say the stupidest thing said in the history of mankind.

“holy shit. you are the sexiest man alive.”

the man stilled, eyebrows knitting in confusion before the laughter lit up his entire face.

“you’re supposed to be sober,” he sighed. “come on now. you’re telling me a full night of sleep didn’t fix that?”

you blinked sleepily, your edges snapping into focus before you realized that in your sleepy gaze, you’d just called iwaizumi hajime, your best friend of all time….the sexiest man alive.

you wished the ground would swallow you whole. that at least, would be a better fate than what currently greeted you.

you shoved your face in your hands, hearing hajime’s chuckles carrying out over the entire room.

“oh wow! that definitely did it. sexiest man alive, huh.”

“that wasn’t me…” you mumbled into your hands, “that was my evil twin. they try to sabotage me no matter what i do.”

you feel the gentle sensation of your hands being peeled away from your face, only for hajime to lean down and kiss your forehead.

every thought in your head ceased to exist.

“you’re silly,” he smiled against your skin, rising up from the mattress. “go brush your teeth. i’ll make breakfast.”

you were left alone in a sunlit room, wrapped in his sheets and wondering if your stupid comment had landed you a breakfast date with your secret crush.

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"I can't believe how long this is taking," the man next to you remarks. It takes you a second to realize he's talking to you. His hands are jammed into the front pockets of his jeans and he rocks back and forth on his feet impatiently, but with a smile that's pleasantly good-natured.

"Well-" you find yourself flustered. He's cute, much too cute to be chatting you up. The dark of his eye glitters under the lowlight. His hair is black and coiffed, pushed back in the stupidly effortless way that nearly makes you want to roll your eyes. "The bartender is, like, 75."

"No, she is-- wow, she really is." He cranes on to his toes to see her and scoffs a laugh. "We may never get a drink. People have literally started playing cards in line."

Sure enough, there's a spread of multicolored cards on the standing table next to you, with a long-haired man monologuing over it. The other man at the table is nodding earnestly, enthralled.

"That's tarot. It's divination, fortune-telling stuff," you explain. "Every card means something."

"Wild," he says. "I'm John, by the way."

You introduce yourself and feel the conversation start to fizzle out at the crowd gets closer to the bar top.

"Hey." You barely move your hand away from your side to point. The rest of the gold edged deck sits on the seat right by his hip, in between other unsecured valuables. "Do you think they'd notice if you took a card?"

The stranger tilts his head back to laugh. It extends through his whole body, curving his spine and bending his knees. "Not if you're stealthy enough."

"No, I mean, would they sense the energy is off or-?" You gesture as you try to explain yourself. "Is there a sixth sense when it comes to tarot card decks? Or do they know the exact weight?"

"One way to find out."

John slides a bit to the left and palms a card in one fluid movement. Before you can panic, he moves back and his shoulder finds yours, forcing you to shuffle sideways and away from the scene of the crime. A laugh escapes you, despite the growing alarm you feel.

"I didn't actually want to do it!" you gasp. "Are you cursed now? Is that how tarot works?"

"You mean 'are WE cursed now?'" John flips two gold trimmed cards between his fingers. "Because I took two."

"Double curse," you whisper and that drives him to belly laugh, nearly keeling over and into another patron. It takes a long while to gather himself; tears are flitting the corners of his eyes when he manages to speak again.

"Okay, ready?" He flips the first card. "Two cups."

He gasps suddenly, eyes going wide. "Do you know what that means? We're gonna get those drinks!"

That makes you laugh. The man behind you pushes to the front, but you don't mind waiting a bit longer this time.

"Oh, and a fancy guy," John says as he flips the other stolen item to its face.

"It says the fool." You jam your finger to the word. "Whoa, do you know what that means? You're a fool for stealing cards."

JOHN SHEN YOU ARE THE FOOL AND I DO LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!

• He doesn’t mean to, but he strains your neck because you constantly have to look up to see his face.

• He claims he doesn’t like pet names, especially in public. But when you’re alone together, he throws in a few “baby”s and “sweets”s when he’s most comfortable.

• When you visit the volleyball gym and all of his teammates see you, they start yelling at Tsukishima for “hiding” such a precious thing like you.

—He scrambles away with you, cheeks pink and head low. “I’m sorry about them, they can be such pains.”

• Only lets you touch his stuff. His headphones, his notebooks, his ridiculous collector comics. Everything.

• He hate seeing you cry. Even when he goes stiff and stays silent while you start to tear up with your lip wobbling and sniffing nose. He doesn’t react immediately, but when he does, he pulls you into the warmest hug ever.

• He’s dry in both text and in real life. But you don’t mind since you’re always talking his ear off anyway.

• When you guys go on dates, he’s usually the one that pays for both of you but when you sneakily pay for your own food, he gets annoyed and buys you another thing to make up for it despite your insistence.

• He LOVES it when you scratch his head. He doesn’t ask for it because he thinks if he asks for it first, he’s going soft. So he lets you do it first. And fortunately for him, you always initiate it.

• Not much of a big eater but will try and finish your food if ever you order too much for yourself.

• His favorite spots to kiss you are on the crown of your head or the back of your hand.

• When you get into arguments, his first instinct is to distance himself away. But not because he doesn’t wanna see you, he’s just thinking of what he might have done wrong and how he can fix it.

• Doesn’t look at other girls. He thinks of cheating as “insane” and “pathetic.” Which is good! C:

• (If you’re sort of a himbo) He would tutor you if you’re falling behind and teach it to you how you would understand it. But his patience thins ever so slightly when you tell him “I forgot what that is.”

• He loves you so sooo much even if he doesn’t act like it or outwardly show affection. But he really does.

no one could say your boyfriend — kei tsukishima — was the sweetest person they knew. infact, if you asked anyone, they'd say the exact opposite. arrogant, condescending, and unaffectionate. those were the words usually used to describe him. no way he'd be loving in a relationship.

though, what people didn't know was that he turned into a different person when you two were alone. around others, he often teased you for wanting to cling to his side. pretended he didn't want you near, and that you were supposedly the 'worlds clingiest lover.' that front worked on everyone but you.

whenever he came over, he whined over almost any loss of touch. whether it be something as simple as taking your leg off of his, or your lips leaving his 'too soon'. you'd stop raking your hands through his hair for a nanosecond, and his head was already spun to meet yours. with the biggest pout present ever, he asks, "what are you doing?"

you : “kei, it wasn't even a second.” kei : “not what i asked, put it back… please”

people were right. kei was still himself, obviously, arrogant. but they were wrong about him being unaffectionate. the snarky remarks were a coverup, and you didn't mind them, because at the end of the day it's the same guy that makes snarky remarks pleading for your touch.

the coverup definitely falters at times. catch him at the right time, and he's speaking so affectionately that you worry your boyfriend was replaced. still, even without the cover up faltering, he'd do anything you ask of him. he'll pretend he won't do it, but he'll do it the next second. he'll do whatever you ask — except leave you alone.

he follows you around like a puppy. going to pee? what a coincidence, he needed to go to the bathroom too. he can't wait either — it has to be right now, when you're already going.

you : “you don't even need to pee!” kei : “how are you gonna tell me what i need to do?”

tsukishima follows behind you, and after swearing he had to go, he leans on the counter scrolling on his phone. you peeing isn't stopping him from being with you. right once you leave the bathroom, he's out too, but he just swore he needed to go.

he'll never admit what he does, and he doesn't have to, because it's clear as day. no amount of sarcasm or false arrogance will cover up the fact that tsukishima's smitten.

“kei, do you ever think about how strange it is that we've never fought?” you ask, limbs tangled with his as you cuddle on his bed.

it’s 10:03 PM and you’re doing your best to fight against the chilling, icy atmosphere of tsukishima’s room. for some reason, he likes to sleep like a vampire.

“do you want to?” he offers with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. tsukki doesn’t even open his eyes when he responds, too sleepy to entertain another one of your late night overthinking sessions.

“no,” you say calmly, “but we’ve been together for 7 months. we must either be like, the greatest couple of all time or the exact opposite.”

you feel his chest rise and deflate against your head as he lets an overly dramatic sigh.

you knew tsukishima kei wasn’t one for pda. hell, it was one of the things you loved about him. he knew how to make you feel loved without having to scream it to the world.

like that one time on one of your first dates, when you had accidentally fallen asleep on the soft grass of the park while waiting for his weekend practice to end. you woke up with a hand massaging your scalp.

“how long have you been waiting there?” you giggle, rising from your slumber as you rub your eyes awake. he pulls away, casually avoiding your gaze. “why didn’t you wake me?”

kei only shrugs, “you looked peaceful.”

or that other time you got sick for a week and couldn’t make it to school, so he immediately visited you as soon as you got better and brought his backpack with him.

“i got two copies of all the homeworks due next week, so you don’t have to ask the teachers for them.” he unpacks his notes and fishes out two pens from his bag before turning to you. “come, i’ll teach you everything you missed.”

your teachers praised you for how responsible you were, and told you how much they appreciated that you took the initiative to study.

yeah, you totally did that.

or like right now, and all the other nights you’ve spent at his place. because unbeknownst to you, tsukishima kei sets up his bedroom every single time you visit. he tidies up, cleaning even spots that you would never think to look at. but most importantly, and tsukishima knows this routine by heart, he turns the a/c to the highest setting so you’d be forced to cuddle against him underneath his sheets.

“the former,” is all replies with, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“but seriously though. how lucky are we to never have fought even after seven months.”

tsukki sighs again, before reluctantly revealing, “we don’t fight because i make it a point to always agree with you.”

you’re taken aback by his words, sitting up slightly as you look him in the eyes, though his are still closed as he tries to focus on sleeping.

“...huh?”

“idiot,” he teases. maybe he thinks calling you names will cover up for how unbelievably sweet he’s being right now, “why would i want to argue with you?” he shifts, trying to subtly move his face away so you don’t see him fully.

“but i can’t always have my way, you know. a relationship should be 50/50, right?”

“not ours.” he presses your head back against his chest, and you hear his heartbeat fasten a little. “you’re the boss.”

BONUS: “and you’ve never paid in your life anyway. you don’t believe in that 50/50 bullshit.” “hey!” “i don’t even know what your wallet looks like.”

jason todd x reader

established relationship, lying(small lies) fluff, period mention. could be ooc jason. 1.6k words

it's a curse. you know it's a curse, something said amongst knitters, don't knit your boyfriend a sweater. as sure as the ‘don't tattoo your partners name’ curse, because they will turn into an ex. you know this phenomenon, something that you had seen on the internet and that has happened in craft circles. they're making their partner something and before they can even finish they break up. whether it's a strange twist of fate, sometimes the person making the craft realizes they're not happy, or the other person just breaks up with them for no reason. so that's why you were knitting your boyfriend a beanie, surely the curse won't work, right? it's just a hat, you'll just have to find out.

Osamu Miya who always smells like cooking spice, rice starch, and the remnants of cologne that he put on at 4 in the morning in an attempt to be more human than onigiri master.

Osamu Miya who has one single dimple on his left cheek when he grins, and a small chip in one of his front teeth from when his brother elbowed him as a teenager, chews on his pens when he’s doing the restaurant’s budget, and still has text books from his business classes in uni because he “might need to remember somethin’.”

Osamu Miya who keeps his bitches constantly about his twin but always has his games playing on the tv in the corner and mysteriously has Atsumu’s favorites ready for him when they lose. Who goes to visit his mom every Saturday night so he can “do his laundry” even though he stopped bringing clothes over 8 years ago.

Osamu Miya who always makes sure to kiss you before he leaves in the morning, even if you’re still asleep in bed because sun hasn’t even crested over the horizon yet. Who then laughs when he walks into the back office of the shop and finds you curled up on the ratty old couch he has against the wall, scratchy throw blanket his Gran knitted 5 decades ago wrapped around you as you sleep against his jacket.

Hello civilian kirishima