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Haikyuu

House of Love and Lust : Chapter 4

pairing in this chapter: content/warning: female reader, romance, fluff, curse words 18+, MDNI, time skip author's notes: hey guys! how are yooou? sending high fives to everyone from across the screen, hoping for more requests to come to challenge your author! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

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🕻 SERIOUSLY? (Yukie) 🕻 BOTH?! F/N W-WHAT.. (Yachi) 🕻 W-well.. (Kiyoko) *Tanaka in a distance: ATTA BOYS!* The phone call with the girls, and somehow Tanaka were a mix of excitement and shocked reaction when you told them about the incidents with Kenma and Kageyama. You rolled down the bed, whining not knowing what to say to them. "Do the others know about it?" Yachi asked, still slightly high-pitched. "NO! Absolutely not! If anyone else knows, this is going to be a disaster." You sat up, and exclaimed. A loud, sharp BAM! echoed through the room, followed by the familiar, incredibly grumpy voice of Tsukishima,

"SERIOUSLY IT'S 3AM IN THE MORNING! WHAT ARE YOU BABBLING ON ABOUT?!"

You nearly launched the phone across the room. Tsukishima, clearly awakened by the volume of your panicked conversation and Tanaka's distant, celebratory screaming, had just slammed your door open. He stood in the doorway, looking thoroughly unimpressed and sleep-deprived.

You instinctively hit the 'end call' button mid-sentence.

. . . Kuroo slowly stirred his coffee, the spoon clinking against the cup the loudest sound in the room. A faint layer of sweat beaded on his forehead. He spared a quick glance at your table, absolute stillness and silence that was not peaceful.

Tsukishima sat bolt upright, offered nothing, his silence and annoyed judgment as you were slumped low in your chair, radiating shame.

Tsukishima's fingers tapped a slow, irritating rhythm on the tabletop. He didn't need to speak, his body language screamed "I was woken up by foolishness."

You wanted the floor to swallow you whole. You had gone from sharing gossip with the girls to being interrogated by Tsukishima, and now you were sitting under the intense, calculating gaze of the Kuroo, who was patiently waiting.

You pushed yourself up just enough to deliver a desperate, muffled apology,

"I'm sorry! I won't do it again! Give me anything to do!" You planted your face back down against the cool, unforgiving surface of the table, the purest form of surrender.

Tsukishima didn't move a muscle, but his breathing deepened, you had successfully annoyed him further.

Kuroo set his mug down with a soft, final clink. The apology wasn't directed at him, but he recognized a golden opportunity when he saw one.

Kuroo leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table, his eyes shining with mischief.

"Well, F/N. That's quite the penitent pose," he purred, his voice low and engaging. "You're apologizing to Tsukishima at five in the morning, which means you must have done something truly spectacular."

He glanced pointedly at Tsukishima. "If you're volunteering for penance, I think the Sendai Frogs manager duties, they could certainly use some help."

Tsukishima finally shifted, sending you a withering look. "Do that, F/N. Set up everything. And maybe try being silent for the rest of the morning."

"I only have Karasuno's jersey.." you muttered, speaking to your reflection than anyone else. Smoothing down the familiar fabric of the jersey. It was a comfortable, slightly nostalgic fit.

The arrangement was painfully specific, two weeks of assisting the Frogs' current staff as punishment for waking up Tsukishima.

You pulled your bedroom door shut with a soft click, letting out a weary sigh.

You immediately ran into Kageyama, who was just emerging from his room next to yours. He was rubbing his eye, a deep, sleepy yawn stretching his jaw.

"Good morning, Kageyama," you greeted him softly, trying to sound as normal as possible despite the fact you were wearing a uniform from five years ago.

He mumbled a sleepy, low, "Morni'—" in response, then stopped mid-stride. His eyes, still slightly glazed with sleep, slowly focused on your outfit.

He widened his eyes, needing a second to process the sight of the familiar uniform. His jaw went slack for a moment, and a distinct, deep pink started to creep up his neck and across his cheeks.

The unexpected nostalgia and the sight of you in his team colors. He can only duck his head, burying his face clumsily into the side of your neck,

"What's this... Let's head to bed again..." he muttered thickly against your skin.

You couldn't help the light giggle that escaped you, wrapping your arms reflexively around his shoulders for a brief moment. "Hey, no.. I have to go."

He ignored you, starting to press a series of soft, rapid kisses along your neck and jaw, a silent, determined attempt to reclaim the morning and perhaps, last night.

"Yes we have to go, and I have no time for your nonsense, Kageyama. F/N, let's go."

Tsukishima had appeared silently behind you, staring down at the two of you locked in the hallway, his face a perfect mask of annoyance.

He held out a neatly folded, official Sendai Frogs practice jersey. "Absolutely not. Wear our jersey."

"Let her wear our jersey!" Kageyama shouted, pulling back slightly, jaw clenched.

"Tsk. I'm telling you she's assisting the Sendai Frogs right now!" Tsukishima countered.

The two immediately had another familiar, rapid-fire bicker over the symbolic importance of your clothing choice, ignoring you completely.

You gave Kageyama a firm pat on the shoulder and took the Frog's jersey from Tsukishima, avoiding eye contact with him and walked towards the door.

Tsukishima followed, a smug, satisfied smirk playing on his lips, while Kageyama stood in the middle of the hallway, irritated.

Tsukishima drove his car with precision, navigating the early morning traffic.

His gaze fixed straight ahead, but his voice was slow and sharp. "So, the 'nonsense' from this morning—" He paused, letting the statement hang in the air.

"That was your high school puppy attempting a poorly timed reunion, I assume. I trust you've packed your earbuds. I require complete silence for the next two weeks. No emotional chaos, no early morning calls, and absolutely no sentimental garment choices." "Yes, Tsukishima." you added, finishing with an unmistakable eye roll.

He caught the expression perfectly in the rearview mirror. For the briefest moment, a faint, almost a smile touched the corner of his lips. It wasn't the usual smirk, but a genuine, private amusement that vanished before you could see.

"I'm L/N F/N! It's nice to meet you all." You properly introduced yourself to the team and coaches, projecting confidence despite the strange circumstances of your hiring.

You scanned the room, noticing a few familiar faces. You were only familiar with Kyotani Kentaro and Koganegawa Kanji, former high school rivals now teammates, offered familiarity.

The Head Coach, stepped forward and addressed the room. "F/N will be assisting the conditioning staff for the next two weeks. Please treat her as staff. She's here to provide an extra set of capable hands during a crucial training cycle."

Kyotani just grunted from the back of the room, looking unimpressed. Koganegawa offered a massive, bright smile and an enthusiastic wave. The fact that you were here as an apology to Tsukishima was irrelevant, to the rest of the team, you were an effective addition to the staff. Your reputation, over the years of meticulous management and analysis was the very reason you were sitting here now, assisting a professional team.

You were never just a passive assistant who set up nets. You observed the flow of practice, noted fatigue levels, researched opposing teams. Your notebooks were filled with analysis, detailed notes, requirements and personalized strategies for improvement.

It was your sharp, research-driven insight that had earned the high praise from Kuroo and, surprisingly, Tsukishima. Their endorsements had clearly smoothed the way for this two-week placement.

"Alright, F/N, you'll be working directly with the data we pulled off the system last night."

The data was complex and this was exactly the kind of task you excelled at. You took the tablet, the familiar thrill of solving a complex problem overriding your anxiety from earlier. You quickly began scanning the data and within minutes, you already got it.

THWACK! WHUMP! "Tsukishima, work on your footwork speed, it was lagging on that pursuit!" you said, your voice cutting through the noise with clarity, addressing what you observed earlier.

"Koganegawa, your last block was half a second early!" you showed him the correct moment of lift.

"Kyotani, eyes on the libero's feint before committing, you were tracking the spiker too early!" you pointed, directing his gaze toward the specific area of the opposing court where the movement started.

The coaches exchanged impressed glances. The players, including Tsukishima, registered your observations immediately. "Shit... I knew she was tough but she's also quick, Tsukishima!" Koganegawa exclaimed, brushing his sweat away from his face with the back of his hand, his excitement and respect for your skill was evident on his face.

Kyotani simply watched you, his usual intensity didn't falter, but his silence was more thoughtful than dismissive, it seems like he had found you worthy of his attention.

Tsukishima, meanwhile, had just finished a small stretch. Caught Koganegawa's comment and turned his head slightly, looking your way as you talked to the staff. A subtle, genuinely proud smile crossed his face. You found a comfortable spot with Koganegawa during lunch break, he was open, enthusiastic, and wonderfully easy to talk to, discussing everything from practice drills to funny stories from Date Tech. He was easier to talk to than the other two..

"Don't forget to drop by the physical therapist this afternoon," you reminded him as you both finished eating, your voice professional but friendly.

"I won't," he confirmed easily, nodding his huge frame. "I didn't realize I needed it. Thanks for looking out for me!"

A moment later, Kyotani walked past your table. He was moving with that familiar, coiled intensity, but he paused, glancing briefly at you and Koganegawa.

"The head coach is asking for you, F/N," he stated, his voice a low, gravelly monotone, offering no further context. He then continued his path, leaving you with an unexpected summon.

You sat hunched over on the table in the living room, still in Tsukishima's jersey as scattered data printouts surrounded you, glasses on to help you work continuously.

The practice had ended smoothly, thanks to the sheer force of your focus, but the meeting with the Head Coach offering you permanent job offer, continued to echo in your mind relentlessly.

You knew you wanted that year off, the travel, the mental break before committing to the grind again. Yet, it was an opportunity that you didn't know if you should pass or not. Pushing the thought down, you forced your attention back to the data at this point your roommates' voices were just background noise,

"F/N! Where did you put the chips again?" That was probably Bokuto.

"Leave her alone, she's working off her debt." That was undoubtedly Tsukishima, his voice flat and superior.

"Did you have dinner yet, F/N?" Kuroo, trying to pull you out

You filtered it all out. You were in the zone. You had to be. You let out a triumphant, exhausted groan as you slammed the laptop shut. The day's stress and the job offer drama—you had finally finished the five-page analysis.

Just as the relief washed over you, Akaashi appeared. He approached you with a plate already prepared and then quietly took a seat on the couch, giving you space but staying close.

"Thank you, angel!" you cooed, the affectionate term slipping out easily in your relief.

You started eating right away, the savory, warm food hitting you with a powerful realization, you were, in fact, absolutely starving. The intense focus of the day had completely suppressed your hunger. Akaashi watched you finish the food, his expression calm but attentive. He waited until you were completely done before breaking the quiet. "Now do you want to tell me what happened?" You slumped back against the couch, but the emotional exhaustion still heavy. "...I got a job offer from them," you mumbled,

"That's great, but how about the year off?" Akaashi prompted, not letting you escape the core conflict.

"That's just it... I don't know which one I should take," you confessed. You finished your plate and placed it nearby. "It was just supposed to be a sorry for Tsukishima's ass, now I'm thinking a lot of things." You managed a wry smile, hoping to ease the tension. "I've gone from owing an apology to potentially changing my entire life plan."

Akaashi nodded, acknowledging the dilemma. "Give it some time. I know you'll get your answer." He ruffled your hair and you let him, leaning against his touch, finding immediate comfort in his presence.

Tsukishima, who had been quietly observing the conversation, watched silently as you accepted Akaashi's comfort.

It was the fifth day with the Sendai Frogs, you were running charts during the first water break when Koganegawa, ever the enthusiast, cornered the Head Coach.

"Coach! Don't you think F/N should join our camping trip!" Koganegawa exclaimed, his voice booming . He didn't wait for an answer, immediately launching into the list that you have done since day one.

Koganegawa's logic was chaotic but persuasive.

"He makes a very good point, F/N," the coach said, giving Koganegawa a celebratory thumbs-up. "You've been working too hard. Your work is exceptional, but even analysts need recovery. You will join the team's planned weekend trip. Consider it a mandatory professional recovery exercise."

You were now locked into attending the Sendai Frogs' private camping trip, a trip that would involve spending an entire weekend with Tsukishima, Kyotani, Koganegawa, and the rest of his professional team.

You grabbed your water bottle, trying to process the sudden change of plans.

Tsukishima walked past, a faint, superior smile playing on his lips. "Well, F/N. Looks like you just got extended into mandatory overtime, courtesy of Koganegawa-kun. Don't forget to pack my favorite brand of coffee. You're still staff."

Just as you were about to argue with Tsukishima, you felt a tap on your shoulder. It was Kyotani, who had been quietly observing the whole exchange. His intense gaze was fixed on you.

"You're coming on the trip," Kyotani stated, his voice low and gruff. "Don't bring that laptop. If Coach says 'recovery,' you recover. I'll watch your back if anyone tries to make you work."

You emerged from the hallway, wearing the glorious combination of borrowed gear. As soon as you arrived home, you quickly sprang into action to ask the guys to lend you some camping clothes.

You were wearing Kuroo's pants—long and loose, necessitating several deep, awkward rolls at the ankle. Above that was Bokuto's jacket, a massive, puffy, and brightly lined monstrosity whose sleeves hung past your hands. The crowning glory was Kenma's bucket hat, pulled low over your eyes.

Kuroo and Bokuto immediately burst out laughing, pointing wildly.

"You might get hunted instead!" Kuroo choked out, tears forming in his eyes.

"WHAT THE HELL!" Bokuto shouted, dramatically throwing his arms up in mock horror at the sight of his own jacket on you.

Akaashi, standing by the door with an air of calm resignation, surveyed the spectacle. "You might want to check your closet again," he suggested dryly, hinting that a few of your own clothes might be more suitable than this chaotic blend.

"I hate you all!" you growled playfully, throwing up your hands in defeat.

You retreated to your room, and checked the closet once again. You hummed as you selected, breathable tank tops and form-fitting sport shorts for active mornings, and practical, but still well-fitting pants and a jacket for the cooler evenings.

When you emerged moments later, you were wearing the tank top and sporty shorts, spun around once, checking the fit and movement.

"And this goes with Kenma's bucket hat!" you declared, Kuroo stopped laughing completely, replaced by an appreciative, low whistle. "Well damn. That's... unfair," he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Bokuto actually gasped, his eyes wide. "You look incredible, F/N! Like a movie star with spreadsheets!"

It was 4 AM, you and Tsukishima were ready to go. He gave a curt nod to the silent group of roommates who had assembled, or perhaps just hadn't gone to sleep, to see you both off.

As you moved toward the door, Kageyama walked over to you, his eyes still fixed on your outfit, shoved protein bars into your duffel bag.

Kenma leaned in close while pretending to adjust the buckle on your bag. You felt a small, smooth square of plastic being pressed discreetly onto your bag strap. He spoke low, his voice barely a whisper, only for you. "It's a discrete location tracker. It updates every thirty minutes. If you need anything.. well stay safe.."

Kuroo, meanwhile, approached Tsukishima, pulled out his wallet and handed Tsukishima a sleek, black credit card. "Why don't you buy good beef for the barbeque?" Kuroo suggested, the offer sounding casual, but the underlying message was clear, Ensure F/N is taken care of, or I will know.

He tucked the card into his own wallet with a exaggerated sigh. "Now, if you'll excuse me, F/N and I have a mandatory weekend of 'professional recovery' to get through." The moment Tsukishima pulled the car out of the garage, you swiftly and climbed into the back seat.

Tsukishima barely glanced in the rearview mirror, but the comment was instant. "Running to the back already, F/N? Didn't realize my driving was that intimidating. Though I suppose it's better than you snoring on my shoulder."

"It's purely strategic for optimal rest," you retorted, curling up slightly against the door. "Unlike your driving, I intend to arrive fully functional."

The drive to the first pickup location was short. You stopped near a large apartment complex where Koganegawa was waiting, bouncing on the curb.

He practically exploded into the front passenger seat, radiating energy and noise. "TSUKISHIMA! F/N-SAN! Good morning! It's going to be so awesome! Did you know the campsite has actual canoes?"

You managed a genuine chuckle in response to his enthusiasm. "Good morning, Koganegawa. I did not know that, but I'm impressed by your research."

Next, the car idled outside a quieter residential area, and Kyotani climbed in, nodded curtly toward the front seat.

"Ossu," Kyotani mumbled, his intense gaze as he settled in the back beside you.

The next thirty minutes of the drive were predictably noisy. Koganegawa, told the group about the campsite's amenities, while you listened. Tsukishima occasionally cut in with a single, dry remark, and Kyotani remained silent, watching the passing scenery.

But the 4 AM start finally caught up to you both. Mid-sentence—Koganegawa was explaining the way to roast marshmallows—you felt your head roll to the side, and the world went dark.

Koganegawa, too, had completely succumbed to sleep, you both dropped out, your heads tilted inward, and your mouths hung open in perfect, synchronized exhaustion.

Kyotani was wedged in the backseat, trying desperately to remain calm. He turned his head sharply toward the window, his ears bright red, muffling a huge snort to stop himself from laughing out loud at the sight of the two most active people in the car knocked out unconscious, resembling two very large exhausted fish.

Tsukishima just sighed from the front seat. "This is going to be a long weekend," he muttered, turning up the volume on his music slightly.

"Alright! Gather up everyone!" the Coach called out, addressing the entire team. "Set up your tents and enjoy the view! We'll meet up later for lunch!"

Everyone acknowledged the coach and started to unpack. You stretched your arms and climbed out of the car, breathing in the cold, clean air as you took in the breathtaking scenery. The immense, snow-dusted peak of Mount Fuji behind the vast, open grassland of Fumotoppara.

House of Love and Lust : Chapter 3

pairing in this chapter: kageyama x reader content/warning: female reader, romance, fluff, curse words, smoker, alcohol, nsfw, explicit content 18+, MDNI, time skip author's notes: hey guys! how are yooou? sending high fives to everyone from across the screen, hoping for more requests to come to challenge your author! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

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As if a wind blew strongly against your faces, Kenma shrieked, horrified at the situation he’s at.

He still covered you up with his jacket then marched back to his room, slamming the door shut.

“S-so.. you got yourself a guy!” Bokuto who spoke first, decided to go with a joke, he did feel bad at the sight of a guy leaving a girl mid-makeout session.

Akaashi sighed and shook his head at the latter.

“Well, I’m heading to bed, and yes I’m fine Kuroo, no need to talk to him and all of you, forget that this happened.” You calmly said, stopping Kuroo from speaking, you stood up to head to your room. Your head still spinning and hazy, as you trampled onto the bed.

The door didn't close fully, Kageyama who followed you from behind knocked a few times before peaking to check on you, he sighed as you shivered, refusing to move in your comfy position. Kageyama then walked closer to pull the blanket up to your arms.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him, not knowing you were still awake, “It’s nothing..”

You pulled on the hem of his shirt and open your arms widely, his ears and cheeks flushed immediately, “T-the hell..” he muttered and clicked on his tongue.

You just stared at him, with puppy eyes and pouted your lips slightly.

“F-fine.. just this o-once.” He stuttered before moving in, wrapping an arm around you as you nuzzled your face into his chest. His heart was beating fast then settled as he saw you drifting off to sleep.

“How can I say no to you..” He turned his head away, covering his face with the palm of his hand.

Kenma didn’t get out of his room for three days now, but you’d watch his streams from time to time. His usual calm and detached he used for interacting with his audience was still the same. However, whenever a noise, a cough, a door closing, or someone passing by his room, you could see a faint sweat break out as he spoke,

“'Heading out.” Tsukishima said lazily,

“Take care!” You bid goodbye to Tsukishima as he left the house, you continued to snack on the chips you have while reading your comic books in the living room. Today, your only chore was to buy groceries so you had time to relax till the afternoon.

“F/N.. don’t you have to buy groceries.”

Your eyes widened and saw Kenma getting a water bottle from the kitchen. “Yeap, I’ll head out at 3 PM.” To not spook him, you used your usual tone, normal and not, ‘You literally just left me hanging.’

He took a seat beside you and rubbed his nape. “Second apology...” his ears were flushed and he was looking away, eyeing the pile of comic books.

“I did leave you no choice…” You hid your face against the book. After that moment, you felt guilty because you cornered him. “...Sorry.”

He took the book out of your hands and flicked your forehead. It wasn’t that hard, but it did sting. You frowned then looked at him; he was smiling faintly.

“I didn’t regret it,” he stated, before returning to his room.

You were now left confused, lowering the comic book slightly. You kept muttering, “Right... and yet you left me with those guys."

“I’m back! Can I ask for help with the groceries?” Carrying as much bags as you could in both arms, Kageyama and Tsukishima who was at home, went their way to get the rest of the groceries.

The bags were piled up in the kitchen so you started to sort everything immediately.

Tsukishima returned to his seat in the living room while Kageyama was eating in the counter, watching you.

“We haven’t been together like this since high school” you started a conversation, reminiscing about the past.

“I can’t believe you and that squirt had se—“ Tsukishima chuckled as he continued to scroll his phone. “S-shut up!” you blushed slightly, cutting the sentence off for Kageyama not to hear.

“Kageyama is not prepared for that!” You moved behind him and covered his ears, holding him in a protective mode. He looked annoyed and offended, swatting your hands lightly. “I do know what that means!”

Now you’re interested to hear more, you laughed deviously, they both irked sensing you had an evil plan ahead.

"How many within 5 years?" You glanced at them as you started to ask about their sex life, giddy for the juicy confessions. "Two.." Tsukishima and Kageyama answered,

"How many minutes do you do foreplay?" The question made them blush, "Thirty minutes." Tsukishima stated like he calculated every minute of it. "Depends.." Kageyama was done, he was steaming.

“Honestly why did I answer..” Tsukishima furrowed his brows and pinched his forehead, stressed as you forced him to join the chat. Meanwhile, Kageyama had other thoughts on his head—How you protected him, do you think I’m a child? His face was doing all sorts of expressions that you and Tsukishima couldn't read.

“Wow, you look even more worse than high school,” Tsukishima looked at him in disgust. “And you’re still a beanpole!”

You finished sorting everything as they started to bicker. You heard the doors open and saw the rest of the guys come in.

They saw Tsukishima and Kageyama on the floor, rolling around and pulling on each other, just like they were in high school. The newcomers chose to ignore it and walk straight to you.

After a long day, Bokuto just needed comfort and wrapped his arms around you, leaning his face on your neck. You softly ran your fingers through his hair.

“Me too...” Kuroo positioned himself from behind, and you were being squished by the two. “You guys are so heavy,” you complained, but let them stay for a minute.

After dinner, all of you hung out on the balcony, enjoying the cool night air. You took your first drag of your cigarette as you watched them, each retreating into their own world.

“I wonder what would happen to me when you guys get yourselves a girlfriend.”

They all turned their heads to your direction and all eyes were on you—from Kuroo’s intense gaze to Tsukishima’s bored scrutiny.

"What kind of question is that?" Bokuto finally asked, confused with genuine concern. "Are you planning on moving out?"

"No, I mean..." You took a drag, letting the smoke trail upward. "I'm always here. We're always together. When one of you gets serious—?"

Tsukishima scoffed, pulling his gaze away to look at the sky. "Don't be so dramatic. If Kuroo-san got a girlfriend, the worst thing that would happen is we'd have a sudden shortage of puns at dinner."

Kuroo, however, didn't laugh. He pushed himself off the railing where he'd been leaning and walked toward you, stopping directly in front of you.

"You're not going anywhere," Kuroo stated, his voice low and firm, echoing the intensity you’d seen in him the night you went out. "That’s why we got this place. It’s the safe zone. And if anyone we date tries to break up the pack, they're the ones who get voted out."

He reached out and gently took the cigarette from your fingers, tapping the ash before taking a drag himself. Seeing that the group agreed with Kuroo's statement, you nodded, sensing the tension slightly lifting.

"So, who wants to go to a pottery class with me?" You beamed, folding your hands neatly. You didn't wait for an answer and started to rattle on about the details.

The next day, after the instructor taught the class the basics on how to handle clay, you glanced at Kageyama. He listened carefully with high spirits, his competitive side clearly showing. You decided to go with coasters for your first, and he decided to make cups.

"Fuck," This was the fifth time he cursed as his clay went lop sided again.

Shushing him, as there were kids nearby, you laughed quietly. It was a garden cafe that had a studio for pottery. It took a few tries to finally finish your second coaster. Your aprons were splattered with wet mud, and you had a good laugh when you noticed some clay on Kageyama's cheek.

"You look tense!" you teased him while continuing your work.

Kageyama could only scoff. "It won't center! It's not cooperating."

You hummed, stopping your own work completely, and moved your stool closer to him. "Let's try together, do it like this..."

You reached out, your hands slick with the wet clay, and gently covered his larger, stiffer hands, pressing them correctly onto the spinning mound. The wheel was cold, but the sudden heat of his skin beneath yours almost distracted you.

"Maintain the pressure here," you murmured, your voice low as you leaned in just enough for him to hear over the whirring of the wheel. Your chest brushed lightly against his arm.

Kageyama's focus instantly snapping from the clay to the contact. His breath hitched, and his eyes widened slightly. The movement of the wheel and the slip of the mud was the only thing moving, Kageyama was utterly paralyzed by your closeness and the intimacy of your hands guiding his.

The clay finally centered, rising into a perfect, smooth cone. You paused the wheel, triumphant.

"See?" you whispered, pulling your hands away, leaving him to stare at the centered clay and then quickly back at you.

"Y-yeah," Kageyama stammered, his cheeks now flushed beneath the mud. He cleared his throat and avoided your gaze, suddenly finding the tools on the table extremely interesting.

"See you all in a week!" The instructor announced.

You guys were done, finished making seven tidy coasters, while Kageyama, did make seven cups that were, charmingly, all differently shaped. He blushed profoundly when he muttered that the piece he's 'done correctly' was yours.

You gave him a smile and held onto his arm, squeezing it affectionately. "Thank you in advance!"

"Stop being so cute—" He growled, the sound muffled, and pulled lightly on your cheek. You whined, rubbing your cheek after.

The two of you walked your way to the Italian restaurant you always wanted to try. You both had good chats through the meal, enjoying the comfortable sight with topics that made Kageyama's brow furrow in concentration to his rare, bright laughs.

The smell of fresh doughnuts lingered as you stepped out onto the street, a perfect blend of fried sweetness and cinnamon, made you drool. "Let's buy some for the guys too!" You tugged on his shirt, before skipping towards the brightly lit store.

From behind, he watched your retreating figure, the small, loving smile returning to his face. You looked cute and innocent at that moment, full of joy. He was, completely and utterly, a simp for you.

You lay on his bed flat while you played with your console, munching on the doughnut while he worked out. You hung out in Kageyama's room after returning home.

The door was open, and your roommates greeted the two of you as they passed by. His room was the first door, next to yours, then Kuroo’s, then Tsukishima’s. The second level were Kenma’s, Akaashi’s, and Bokuto’s rooms.

Kenma dropped by to lend you a game, and Bokuto munched on a doughnut with you and lay next to you for a chat.

After he was finished, Kageyama headed to the showers. You sat up to leave, but before he entered his bathroom, he only muttered, his face unreadable because he was not facing you,

"Stay." Even though the door was open and housemates had been passing by, being alone here now, felt surprisingly intimate.

You picked up the game again, but your focus kept drifting to the closed bathroom door.

Just then, a shadow fell across the threshold. You looked up to see Tsukishima leaning against the doorframe, headphones looped around his neck, looking highly amused.

"Well, look at that," he drawled, adjusting his glasses. "The King is evolving. How long is this stay supposed to last, F/N? I need to know before Akaashi decides to deploy the emergency food rations."

The silence surrounded the four walls as Kageyama finished his shower. He walked out with only his sweatpants, the towel slung around his neck, drying his damp, dark hair. He closed the door and turned the AC, a blast of cool, dry air cutting through the humidity.

His chest was still damp, defined by the workout he’d done earlier, and his typical tense expression was softened by the relaxation of the shower.

You immediately sat up on the bed, "I should get g-going," you said softly, moving to slide out of the bed. He put his knee on the bed, leaning over you, his damp skin close to your face. He gently held your shoulder, his fingers pressing into your collarbone, trapping you there beneath him.

"F/N..." he murmured, the use of your name low and serious.

The next moment, tears forming as you bite on the pillow, muffling the sounds you wanted to hide—ass up, naked and trembling.

Kageyama who just showered was starting to sweat, turned on as he eats you from behind. "M-mhmp.." His mouth nibbled on your bud, sucking and licking, up and down that made you roll your eyes in pleasure. "Ah f-fuck.." His hands gripped on your thighs tighter as excitement and lust took over. "Sit on me." He carefully separated himself then lowered himself onto the mattress, holding on your waist to align you to his face, "H-how l-long is 'depends'..? you managed to say, breathing heavily, He moved his sweatpants down and took his cock out, pumping it tightly. "I have no idea F/N.." He smiled faintly as he planted a kiss on your thigh, half lidded and flushed. His fingers stretched your folds apart, sticking his tongue out, wide and flat, licking from bottom all the way to the top, your swollen bud back into his mouth and twirled his tongue all over it. "F-fuck.." Kageyama tilted his head to the side to move closer to your entrance, moving in deeper, sliding his tongue around against your sensitive walls. He curled his tongue and you instantly jerked, "Y-yea.. That's i-it—" You bucked your legs, arching your back and letting your hole take in his hot and long tongue. Kageyama groaned and stroked his cock faster, leaking as he gazes at you, he repeated the motion over and over again. "—I c-can't.. A-aah" you yelped, he felt hazy and kept his tongue in at the same speed, really pushing himself in while you rolled your hips. "M-mhmf.." "N-ngh.. a-aaah—" your juices gushed out and squirted all over his face, trembling and gasped for air, he let out a ragged breath and came all over himself. Your legs were weak to move, heavy with the sudden rush of emotion so he simply shifted, pulling you to his side. You were tucked against him, face pressed into the warm skin of his neck, both of you catching your breath.

His heart was still hammering a powerful rhythm against your cheek.

"I'm not done yet.." Kageyama muttered, leaning in to kiss you.

You quickly covered his lips with your hand. "You took an hour to do those stuff... I'm too weak to move," you whined.

He licked your fingers, his eyes holding a mischievous spark you rarely saw. "Who told you to move?" He only offered a small, satisfied smirk in response to your protest. Without the barrier of your hand, he leaned in properly this time. He pressed his lips softly against yours, a slow, deep kiss. It was a kiss meant to soothe and linger.

"OI KAGEYAMA! F/N! IT'S DINNER TIME!"

The shout and frantic, pounding knock on the door, was loud enough to make the room vibrate.

You flinched, pulling the covers over your head and groaning in annoyance. Kageyama let out a deep, frustrated rumble in his chest.

"We heard you, Bokuto-san!" Kageyama shouted back, his voice thick with irritation. He didn't move an inch, only tightening his arm around your waist possessively.

"You have to answer! Akaashi made the decision to have barbeque!" Bokuto's voice was now slightly muffled, he was pressing his ear against the door.

You poked your head out from under, "He's right," you sighed, giving Kageyama a gentle nudge. "Akaashi's 'good meat' is not to be trifled with. We need to move."

Kageyama glared fiercely at the door, clearly debating for a fuck in bed versus eating excellent food. "Just five more minutes," he argued, trying to burrow his head back into your shoulder.

"If we don't move now, Tsukishima will eat your portion," you warned.

That did the trick. Kageyama’s eyes snapped open. He immediately sat up, pulling the duvet off. "He wouldn't dare!"

You squealed, the meat in your mouth was so flavorful and delicious that you instinctively went for another piece, your chopsticks colliding with Kageyama’s. You both wrestled silently over the last piece on the plate, a focused, competitive fight,

"Let go, you had the first one!" you mumbled around the corner of the meat.

Kageyama grunted, "It's the best cut!"

"That's enough, we have more." Akaashi, at the right moment, slid another plate of the perfectly cooked cuts onto the table,

Akaashi and Kenma had organized tonight's dinner on the balcony, and the cool night air was a relief after the heat of the day.

"F-fwaah..!" you gulped the whole mug of beer, setting it down with a satisfying thud.

"Slow dow—" Tsukishima started, was once again cut off by Kuroo.

"You seem thirsty," Kuroo finished, a sly smirk spreading across his face as he looked knowingly between you and a slightly flustered Kageyama.

Your face immediately heated up, and coughed lightly. "It was just a long day," you insisted, avoiding eye contact and reaching for your water instead.

Kageyama, simply offered a loud, defensive grunt in response to Kuroo.

"That's what happens when you spend too much time staring at clay," Bokuto chimed in loudly, completely missing the subtext. "You get dehydrated! F/N, do you want my water? It's really cool."

You thanked Bokuto, relieved by his ability to derail any conversation but the moment you looked at him, you were instantly distracted.

His usual spiky hair was down and slightly damp, from a quick shower before dinner. The change softened the sharp edges of his face, making his golden eyes seem deeper. He looked much more attractive than before,

You froze, mid-reach for your water, staring at him.

Your silent focus on him caused you to fumble, and your chopsticks slipped from your hand, clattering against your empty beer mug.

"Whoa, easy there," Kuroo chuckled, his attention immediately drawn by the noise. He followed your gaze, noticed your fixed, dazed expression on Bokuto, and his smirk sharpened. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. "It seems someone else is having trouble controlling their hands now, too."

Energized by the attention, he leaned forward, dropping his voice into a conspiratorial whisper, his golden eyes sparkling. "So F/N, now that Kageyama is done with the messy stuff.. Will you play with me next?"

Kuroo leaned back in his chair, a slow, satisfied smile stretching across his face, clearly thrilled that Bokuto had thrown down a direct challenge to Kageyama.

You blinked, caught completely off guard by the question and the obvious double meaning.

Beside you, Kageyama's snapped. He slammed his chopsticks down onto his plate with a loud clack, glaring daggers at Bokuto.

"We were just resting!" Kageyama barked, the denial automatic and fiercely protective.

House of Love and Lust : Chapter 2

pairing in this chapter: kenma x reader content/warning: female reader, romance, fights, curse words, alcohol, kisses, makeout 18+, MDNI, time skip author's notes: hey guys! how are yooou? sending high fives to everyone from across the screen, hoping for more requests to come to challenge your author! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

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The house finally finished discussing terms and rules around the house, routine of chores, and financial. There were fights and disagreements at the start, but these days, it had gotten calmer, and everyone seemed to be comfortable with the set-up and relationship of one another.

After leaving your job, you decided to take the year off and start a bucket list. You stared at the ceiling with a pencil above your lip, squirming your nose. "Hah... what to do?"

"F/N! KUROO JUST FINISHED COOKING!" Bokuto, who stomped on your door to open it, startled you.

"Bokuto-san, if you do that again I swear--!"

You got up off the bed and held him in a choke hold, keeping him that way till you reached the kitchen.

Kageyama was serving the plates and utensils, while Kuroo started to scoop rice into the bowls.

Akaashi arrived, giving Bokuto a look. "Did he stomp on your door again?"

"You know you'll pay for that." Tsukishima took a seat on the dining table.

You released Bokuto, who immediately rubbed his neck with a dramatic sigh, and you slid into a chair opposite Tsukishima. Bokuto immediately bristled, rubbing his neck where your chokehold had been. "Pay for what, four-eyes? Being excited?"

"Amazing..." Your eyes sparkled at the served food, taking a bite of the fresh cooked fillet; it was fish and steamed vegetables today.

"It's good..." Kageyama muttered as he inhaled the food, and this made Bokuto competitive, who immediately started to eat as well.

"I swear it's like having two toddlers around." Tsukishima said, and Akaashi could only nod at the sight.

The one missing was Kenma. "Hey, someone call him." Kuroo announced as he took a seat, finally done with serving.

"I'll do it!" you chirped and placed your chopsticks down, heading upstairs to Kenma's room.

Knock. Knock knock.

No one answered. You called out, but he didn't answer. So you pushed down the knob and found the door unlocked.

You called him out again, but he was in front of his computer, headphones on. It was dark, and only the screen provided light, you weren't able to see anything else, so you patted his shoulder, making him jolt backward in shock. He quickly snatched his headphones down.

"W-What the hell are you doing here?" He hissed and looked at you with a sharp, panicked expression.

"K-kur—"

"What are you doing here," This time his tone pierced, cold and scary.

"L-lunch..." You could only squeak, and you ran out of the room, slamming the door shut.

You stumbled backwards, pulling the door shut behind you with a frantic click. You leaned against the wall, chest heaving because the cold, piercing hostility in Kenma’s eyes was frightening.

The kitchen downstairs was still filled with the loud, comfortable chatter and the clinking of cutlery. You took a deep breath, smoothing down your clothes before forcing yourself back.

You walked back into the dining area, the noise immediately quieting as five pairs of eyes landed on your pale face.

"Well? Did you get him?" Kuroo asked, already standing up, but his smile faltered when he saw your expression. "F/N, what happened?"

You shook your head slightly, still trying to catch your breath. "I—I don't know. He was on his computer. I startled him, and he just... he really yelled at me."

Bokuto looked confused. "Kenma yelled?"

"And asked what the hell I was doing there. His eyes were..." You trailed off, unable to articulate the sudden, sharp hostility you'd seen.

"Alright. Sit down and eat," Kuroo instructed you gently, he didn't ask another question, "I'll go talk to him."

"I'd react like that if you did it to me." Tsukishima said, his voice flat but slightly defensive.

Making the others look at him. Bokuto blinked slowly, Kageyama raised an eyebrow, and Akaashi offered a small, knowing grimace.

"W-what?" Tsukishima stammered, clearly uncomfortable being the center of attention, especially when defending an antisocial reaction.

"I'll just get back to my room," you said, pushing your own chair away from the table.

You couldn't handle the silence or the worried looks. The combination of Kenma’s cold hostility and Tsukishima’s statement. You needed the safety of your own room and the bucket list to distract you.

Pottery, Painting, Camping, Ice ski, Roadtrip, Cosplay Convention 🕻 I think you should add dating (Yachi) 🕻 I don't know.. (F/N) 🕻 Come on! Let's start tonight ~ (Yukie) Heaving a sigh, you finally closed your notebook and slid the pencil from behind your ear. The call with your friends had helped bleed off some of the tension from the drama.

"Alright, girls," you murmured into the phone, standing up. "Let's go then. Tell me which bar you snagged a table at."

After hanging up, you took a quick shower, picking a striking deep red dress with criss-cross straps, paired with a black clutch and black heels to make the fit complete. You slicked on some lip gloss.

"I won't be wearing you this time," you hummed to yourself, placing your glasses on the bedside table.

A little fun won't be so bad. Nothing serious. Meanwhile.. Upstairs, Kuroo and Akaashi stood in Kenma's doorway. Kenma, curled up on his gaming chair,

"She was just calling you for lunch, Kenma," Akaashi stated calmly, leaning against the door frame. "You terrified her, and you know she’s one of the few people Bokuto respects enough not to fight."

"I told you," Kenma mumbled, his gaze fixed somewhere near his knees. "She startled me. I hate being startled, especially when I'm focused."

"It wasn't just 'startled,' man," Kuroo said, stepping forward and kneeling down slightly to meet Kenma's eye level, "You looked like you saw a ghost. And you hissed. This isn't about concentration. This is about what happens when people walk in on you. You need to apologize."

Kenma bit his lip, refusing to move. "I don't know how. I need to finish this level."

"No," Akaashi interjected firmly. "You need to talk to her. Look, we just heard her heels. She's leaving the house. If you want any chance of the atmosphere going back to normal, you need to say something now."

Kuroo stood up and pulled Kenma's arm, urging him out of the chair. "Come on, we're not letting her run out with that look on her face."

The others pushed Kenma to the door, gently urging him to talk to you before it was too late.

"F-F/N... that dress..." Bokuto stammered, his eyes wide and glued to you.

Bokuto, Tsukishima, and Kageyama, who were sitting idly in the living room, immediately went rigid. Bokuto’s ears were already flushed crimson, and even the usually stoic Kageyama blinked rapidly, looking anywhere but directly at you. Tsukishima, however, maintained a bored judgment, though his gaze was definitely tracking the path of the criss-cross straps.

Deciding to fully commit to the distraction, you walked over to Bokuto, your hips swaying slightly with the rhythm of the heels. You carressed your finger against his jawline.

"Bokuto, baby? Do you think I'll get a date tonight in this?"

"A-AH! I—I..." Bokuto’s voice squeaked, his entire vocabulary dissolving into incoherent gasps.

Before he could recover, a new set of footsteps alerted you to the second floor.

"F/N?" Kuroo stammered as well, his eyes wide with surprise and a flash of something possessive.

You turned around to look at the second level. Kuroo was standing there, his hand resting on the shoulder of a reluctant Kenma, with Akaashi providing the grounding presence behind them.

Kenma’s entire body had frozen. The sheer difference between the fearful girl who had just fled his room and the confident woman in the vibrant red dress seemed to override his panic. His eyes, were fixated on your appearance, and he wasn't looking away.

Akaashi gave Kuroo a pointed, subtle push. "Now's your chance, Kenma. Before she leaves."

Kenma swallowed hard, stepping hesitantly onto the first stair, suddenly crippling with shyness and a desperate need to say something before you disappeared out the front door.

He spoke softly, his eyes fixed on the floorboards as if they held the answers to social interaction, but then, with a clear effort, he looked up and met your gaze.

"I shouldn't have reacted like that.." Kenma said.

You walked closer to the stairwell, minimizing the distance between you. You nudged his side lightly with your shoulder and gave him a warm, forgiving smile. "It's my fault, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have barged in."

You glanced over Kenma’s shoulder, sighting Tsukishima in the living room. "And don't worry, I won't go to your room. Ever, Tsukishima." You eyed him deliberately, making him visibly irk and look away.

The tension surrounding the earlier incident was finally diffused.

"I don't know if I'll be back tonight, but I'm going now!" You announced, casting a final, dazzling look around the room before turning and heading straight for the front door. The sound of your heels clicking across the floor disappeared as the door clicked shut.

Stunned silence settled over the entire downstairs.

From his spot on the sofa in the living room, Bokuto was the first to find his voice.

"She... she's not coming back tonight?" Bokuto asked, looking utterly stricken.

Tsukishima, who hadn't moved from his armchair, pushed his glasses up, looking highly annoyed by the lingering scent of perfume. "You think she put on that monstrosity of a dress just to be home by ten, idiot?"

Kuroo and Akaashi walked down the last few steps. Kuroo stared at the closed door, the playful smirk from earlier entirely gone, and had a thoughtful, strangely intense expression.

"I think," Akaashi said calmly, walking into the living room, "she needed to feel like she could just walk out. And she did."

The bass of the music vibrated through the floor, you threw your head back, laughing, the cocktail cooling your throat as you downed the last sip.

"Cause you got that, James Dean Daydream look in your eye!" You sang with your girls, drinking your cocktails afterwards, feeling the buzz as the three of you danced the night away.

"HELL YEAH!" Yukie shouted, her voice nearly lost in the music as the DJ shuffled the playlist to genres you guys liked. The selection was all over the map, ranging from rowdy and steamy songs to unexpected pop.

"So you still haven't shackled with your roommates?" Yachi grinned, her eyes slightly glazed and drunk as fuck,

"Yachi!" You exclaimed, nudging her hard in the side because of her choice of words. "I just need to make out with someone," you simply stated, letting the cocktail and the music override your better judgment. It felt like the only way to truly shake off the image of Kenma's frightened eyes.

Yukie, clearly embracing the atmosphere, heard this and immediately grabbed the arm of the nearest tall, slightly bewildered-looking guy who was passing by.

"Hey, want to kiss my friend?" Yukie shouted over the music, pointing enthusiastically at you.

The guy, who looked vaguely handsome and surprised, stared from Yukie to your red dress. He offered a slow, somewhat hesitant smile, clearly accepting the unexpected offer. He took a step toward you, his intention unmistakable.

You felt a nervous, giddy thrill rush through you. This was it. This was the spontaneous, bucket-list worthy, slightly reckless freedom you wanted. You tilted your head up, ready to commit to the fleeting moment. "F/N!" Someone from behind grabbed your arm.

Trying to bring the imposing figure into focus without your glasses. The black jacket, the height... the frame was slightly thinner, the hair looked... familiar.

"Kenma?" You turned around to see Kenma, his face pale and drawn, his usual bored detachment completely gone. He was wearing the same sweatshirt and sweatpants, completely out of place in the dark club, and his eyes—the same wide, panicked eyes from his room—were now fixed on you. His hand shooting out to grasp your wrist with a surprisingly firm grip. He didn't look angry, he looked genuinely distressed, his pupils wide in the low light.

"We need to leave," he insisted, pulling you roughly away from the group and the potential kiss partner. "Now." The ride from the bar to the familiar penthouse was quiet. Nervousness in your system, a dizzying mix with alcohol and a persistent, sharp longing to make out—a yearning for the warmth and thrill of human connection that you had been seeking.

Kenma drove with a focused intensity, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. He hadn't said a word since dragging you out of the club, not even when you’d asked him (twice) how he had found you or why he was wearing sweatpants to a bar.

You glanced at him. His face, illuminated briefly by the passing streetlights, looked pale and strained.

"Kenma," you finally managed, the sound of your own voice was loud in the confined space. "You need to talk to me. What was that? Why did you come all the way down there to..." you hesitated, "to stop me from kissing a stranger?"

He didn't look at you. "You didn't have your glasses on."

The answer was so small, so ridiculous, yet delivered with such conviction, that you were momentarily stunned. "That's why you acted like that because I couldn't see his face clearly?"

Kenma finally sighed, a sound heavy with exhaustion. "That's part of it. When you can't see properly, you can't make a good decision. You wouldn't have known who you were dealing with." He paused, pulling into the private lane leading to the penthouse building. "And you didn't need to be looking for that kind of warmth from a stranger. Not tonight."

His last sentence hung in the air, suddenly heavier and more meaningful. The car slid to a halt beneath the building. He cut the engine, the silence returned, but now it was charged with the unacknowledged tension of his words.

You leaned closer, the movement slow and deliberate in the dark car. Your hand came up, your fingertips brushing past his jawline and settling on his cheek. His skin felt cool beneath your touch.

"Would you do this for me?" you whispered, your lips hovering just a breath above his.

Kenma's voice hitched, as he leaned a hand heavily on your seat, pressing his lips against yours. It was soft and tensed at first, a hesitant, careful exploration. But as his lips moved against yours, a deep shudder ran through him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and giving access to his tongue. He gladly moved it in, swirling it around yours, and the kiss instantly became hot and steamy, fueled by the adrenaline of the bar and the confusion of the evening.

Finally, Kenma broke away, pulling back rapidly as if the kiss had burned him. His chest was heaving, and his eyes, wide and luminous in the dark, were fixed on yours—a mixture of shock, confusion, and raw arousal. "Fuck, let's get home."

As the front door clicked shut, muffling the late-night street noise, you pulled Kenma closer, meeting his lips again. You kicked off your heels, the red dress sliding against the fabric of his sweatpants as he stumbled back, guiding you toward the living room. "F-fuck.." You both plopped down, gripping on his jacket, your tongues moving in and out, as he removed his clothing, you dig your nails on his back. He hissed, "Quiet frisky, aren't we, F/N?" he breathed, a low, shaky statement, before leaning down to press wet kisses against your neck. "Ah.. It's too hot.." You clung onto him, "Remove the string for me?" He lifted himself and you in his arms, his fingers glided against your skin, finding the tight knot to slid it loose. Bokuto's "AH!" was heard a few feet away from the both of you.

You and Kenma instantly froze, lifting your heads from the depths of the kiss and looking up in the direction of the dining room.

They were all there from the start.

Kuroo, Akaashi, Tsukishima, Kageyama, and Bokuto— stunned in the dining area. They weren't just passing through; they were silently watching the entrance, and they had just witnessed your intense return and the immediate collapse onto the sofa.

Bokuto was frozen mid-step, his jaw slack. Kageyama stared with his usual wide-eyed confusion, perhaps unable to process. Akaashi's reaction was the most controlled, he simply stood rigid, his eyes wide. Tsukishima, looked surprised and profoundly annoyed, his expression a mixture of contempt and I-told-you-so smugness.

Kuroo stood slightly apart, his arms crossed, his intense gaze sweeping over Kenma's disheveled state and your red dress. His expression was impossible to read—a flicker of possessiveness, relief that you hadn't stayed out,

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Tsukishima adjusted his glasses with a slow, deliberate movement.

"I guess," he drawled, breaking the silence with clinical cruelty, "that solves the mystery of the bucket list's first item."

Mischief and Order

summary: a week had passed since the silence settled into the penthouse, though it was less silence and more cold tension. your relationship with the other housemates remained neutral, but with Kuroo and Tsukishima? It was marked by constant bickering and glares that felt physically painful. You had fought with Tsukishima, you had fought with Kuroo, and then eventually the two men had fought with each other as well.

it all started with small things around the house, quickly spiraling down into conflicts over fundamental choices and personality.

❣ requested by anna-ivs-zuku: tysm! an aftermath after your first fight with your roommates ❤︎ damn same time + ୨ৎ fight and makeup

content/warning: female reader, cigarettes - smoking reader, kuroo and kei, explicit content-ass fuck, hand job, threesome 18+, MDNI, time skip author's notes: hey guys! hoping for more requests to come to challenge your author! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

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You cleared up another glass that you demanded by Tora, who was just beside you. Another drinking session with Kuroo's previous team, "I think you had enou—" Tsukishima was about to speak got interrupted by Kuroo's cheering, "That's the spirit!" and clinking the new glass that was reached out to you. "That's the first thing you'll say to me after a whole damn week Kuroo?" you looked at him straight in the eye,

Thus an intense bickering started again,

"Wait, wait, wait," Bokuto eventually spoke out, "Atleast, you guys are actually speaking to each other now?"

Everyone looked at him, the guests urging him to spill.

"Well, that's a given, you guys just started sharing a confined living space." Yaku simply said,

Kai followed, his voice gentle and soothing, meant to calm the room. "Don't worry about too much, you have a capable group of people around you."

Finally, Akaashi looked at you with a faint, insightful smile, his eyes holding serious reassurance. "We wouldn't allow things to go further that it'll become disruptive or difficult for you, F/N." And just like that, the three of you were silent,

You looked at them both, your gaze sweeping slowly from one to the other, the anger and the petty words exchanged all week seemed to vanish. You saw the genuine exhaustion in Kuroo's eyes beneath the charm, Tsukishima's posture, slumped and thinking. In that moment of quiet, public exposure, you all seemed to acknowledge the unnecessary, misery you had endured.

Stepping out of the main room for a smoke, out of the lively chaos inside. The cold breeze and the vast, silent night sky surrounded you. You inhaled deeply, letting out a puff of smoke into the air as you leaned against the balcony railing, the heat from the cigarette a small comfort.

You saw Tsukishima and Kuroo join you from the corner of your eyes.

You couldn't help but smirk as you watched Tsukishima, who clearly hadn't planned on needing a smoke, lean awkwardly toward Kuroo. Tsukishima borrowed Kuroo's lighter, the small, focused flame briefly illuminating their faces in unusual proximity.

"I guess this can be our bonding moment," you commented, blowing out another stream of smoke,

"Don't be ridiculous," Tsukishima huffed, settling against the railing a few feet away. "I only do this when I'm really stressed," he justified, taking his first drag.

Kuroo leaning his back against the railing and staring up at the dark, starless city sky, silent.

The air was heavy, thick with smoke and quiet. The privacy of the balcony created a space for honesty,

Kuroo finally broke the silence, his voice low and thoughtful, still gazing upward.

"It's quiet out here," he observed softly. "Feels like we needed this after the week we just had."

You nodded, taking another slow inhale. "We all did," you agreed, looking at the silent acknowledgment in both of their faces. "It felt like walking on eggshells even when we weren't actually arguing."

Tsukishima tapped the ash from his cigarette with uncharacteristic gentleness. He didn't look at either of you, but his voice was steady, free of sarcasm.

He murmured. "We all contributed to the unnecessary stress levels."

It was a quiet acceptance of shared fault. In the cold night air, the three of you finally let the tension from the week dissolve into smoke.

Kuroo closed the curtains from the inside, the soft swish of the fabric cutting off the view of the night sky, and then quietly shut the door of the balcony. He took a deep, then turned around to face you and Tsukishima, his expression unreadable in the dim light.

You had just finished your last cigarette, discarding the butt in the ashtray, the fragile truce of the moment hanging in the air.

In a move that was both sudden and shocking, Tsukishima moved closer to you, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a rough, immediate kiss.

It wasn't gentle, it was desperate and fueled by a week's worth of suppressed frustration. His grip grew stronger with every demanding movement, his hands tightening on your waist with a possessive, almost angry desperation.

You were pinned between him and the cold railing, you clung into his arms, letting your nails dig into his back.

Then, a presence shifted beside you.

Kuroo didn't speak or shove Tsukishima away. He simply positioned himself right next to you, his large hand gently cupping your chin, lifting your face just enough to create an opening. He leaned in slowly, his lips finding yours and joining the kiss,

You both let out a deep sigh between the sloppy kiss. It was a sound of relief, an intense intimacy was the only way to truly silence the week's emotional noise and bring everything back to normal.

Kuroo moved silently across the small space and settled into the folding patio chair by the corner, he pulled you forward and down, settling you onto his lap in the folding chair.

You had to place your hand on the side of the chair for support as you gasped when Kuroo instantly brushed his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck, his mouth hot and possessive. "N-ngh.. T-Tetsu.." He swirled his tongue before biting onto your skin, already leaving a definitive mark of his claim.

Tsukishima's cold fingers found the thin straps of your tank top. His touch made you swallow hard as he slipped the material down your shoulder. He pressed his lips against the exposed skin, he began to press his attention lower

"W-we can't…" you managed to softly moan out, the words catching in your throat and muffled against Kuroo’s neck. You were clearly pent up, but the worry about the guys inside.

Kuroo's grip on your hips tightened, pinning you more firmly against the flimsy chair. "Don't worry," he whispered, his voice dark and low, a promise of careful discretion that only amplified the danger. "They'll think we're just arguing about something again."

Tsukishima didn't speak, but his cold fingers found the hem of your jogging pants, pulling the fabric down.

"You're dripping already.. F/N—" Tsukishima leaned in your wetness, your dripping cunt, moving your panties to the side, sticking his tongue out letting it swirl up and down your folds, "A-aahn.." you whined out between kisses with Kuroo.

"Hey.. your other hand is free.." Kuroo groaned watching you, who can barely keep your eyes open from the pleasure, Tsukishima gave your thighs a tight squeeze, spreading them apart. "Haah.. you're so tight just look at it." "M-mhmh.." You licked on your lips as you unzipped Kuroo's pants, moving your hand to move his boxers down, springing his huge cock out. This time, you pressed your lips on his neck, licking as you breathe in his scent, smearing his pre-cum on your palm you held his cock, jerking him off with light pressure. "H-haah.. when was the last time we did this?" He had a huge grin on his face, half lidded as he threw his head back, gripping on your waist. You felt Tsukishima's nose nudge up, that your hips perked, anticipating for the next move. He pushes his tongue in, curling inside you, moving in and out in a rhythm. "N-ngh.. a-aah.." Your hips couldn't stop squirming at the pleasure, you gripped on Kuroo's cock firmer as you moaned out against his chest. Tsukishima's groan vibrated into you, as he hears the sounds you made, his excitement showed as he moved his tongue faster. "O-oh.. god.." Your eyes were pleading as you glanced at Kuroo, his expression was dark with lust, he lifted his hand to grip on your throat. "So impatient.."

After Kuroo lowered his pants, his fingers deep on your hip as he guided you ontop of his tip, you rolled your hips for a few seconds in his cum before making your way down to fully take it in your throbbing hole.

"F-fuck.. F/N you're so tight, look at it.." He gushed, his eyes watching the way your pussy move in and out of his twitching cock. "Hey Tsukki! Take her ass." Kuroo’s eyes, already dark with focus, became half-lidded and heavy, reflecting the state of an excited maniac driven entirely by lust.

Tsukishima let out a sharp, audible click of his tongue, the sound tight with impatience and irritation. He smoothly removed his glasses. He did not want to be ordered around by the annoying roommate, especially not when Kuroo was grinning like a victorious predator.

He gripped a hand on you firmly just above Kuroo’s hand on your waist. The other, on your smooth curve, pushing the tip of his thumb in your ass hole. "W-wait.." you whined out, making him snort and fully put that finger in.

Tsukishima leaned in close, his lips leaving a trail of cold, possessive kisses along your shoulder and up to your ear.

"You can take it already, I know..." he murmured, his voice a low, chilling whisper that was meant for you alone. He paused just long enough to distract you, "...Cause I was just here."

His hard cock aligned with your entrance, that was pushed in slowly made your breathe hitch, "K-Kei.. Tetsu.. S-shit.." you felt so full and wet inside as you were devoured by two hard, impatient cocks.

The breath was forced from your lungs in a sharp gasp as the intensity overwhelmed your senses. You instinctively locked your fingers on the poles of the folding chair while being fucked simultaneously by your roommates.

The silence of the night pressed in around the balcony, emphasizing the only sounds in that space that belonged to the three of you, your breath, the low, deep groans of Kuroo, and the controlled, sharp exhales of Tsukishima.

House of Love and Lust : Chapter 1

content/warning: female reader, fluff, curse words, hicky 18+, MDNI, time skip author's notes: hey guys! i'm back been writing for my tiktok (likes and follow are highly appreciated!) but decided to take some rest and start this series. ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

© pictures are not mine - edited the pictures myself message if you want me to take it down/credit. do not steal/reupload

You had your head flat on the cool wood of the dining table, with Akaashi, Bokuto and Kenma; you all shared the same low, collective groan that was the universal language of a successful party.

"You look fantastic," Tsukishima Kei, your high school friend now roommate, drawled, placed a bowl of warm, steaming soup in front of you—a creamy, savory scent designed to soothe the group’s hangover—muttering loudly about why he had to take care of the group of oversized children.

Kuroo shushed the guy with a wave of his hand and insisted that the group had to recover quickly to finish up the last chores in the penthouse. "We have to be functional adults by noon, gentlemen, and lady."

You met Kuroo, Kenma, Akaashi, and Bokuto through Tsukishima and Kageyama during high school in tournaments and training camps. You were Karasuno's manager back then and even attended the same university as Akaashi. The chaotic decision to live with these six guys happened fast. After a severe burnout from your job, you quit and were thinking where to move next, feeling the city had utterly drained you. ✉ Bokuto: I know you don't want to be around the city anymore, but Kenma's place is on a private floor and! It's surrounded by nature. ✉ Akaashi: It's a man-made park. ✉ Bokuto: It still has green leaves

You hesitated at first, realizing the full scope of the six guys planning to live together. But with how things were—anxiety, frustration, and crippling loneliness—you thought, 'Fuck it, let's go.' You wanted to take the year off, to explore, travel, meet new friends, continue your hobbies, and have fun. So you had texted back, ✉ F/N: I'm in. Now, staring into the soup, you realized your impulse was likely the best decision you’d made all year. Even hungover, this chaotic, caring atmosphere was better than emptiness.

A moment later, the front door to the penthouse clicked open. "I'm back," Kageyama announced, you greeted him back as you took a spoonful of restorative soup. The others offered varying levels of groans or nods; Kageyama simply returned the acknowledgment and went straight to his room to freshen up. Across the table, Kenma was beginning his strategic retreat, attempting to slip silently away from his seat. But Akaashi and Kuroo were ready, each grabbing an arm and pulling him back toward the table with practiced ease. "No escape, Kenma," Kuroo droned cheerfully. You stood up to get another glass of water from the sleek, reflective front of the refrigerator—and then you saw your reflection. You froze. You let out a shriek so loud and piercing it managed to vibrate through the high ceilings, instantly waking both Kenma and the Bokuto. Kenma blinked rapidly, while Bokuto paused. You weren't just hungover; your neck, collarbone, and shoulders were visibly patterned with dark, undeniable hickeys. "WHY THE HELL AM I COVERED WITH.. WITH..?" you yelled, spinning around in pure shock. The next sound was the heavy thud of footsteps. Kageyama, alerted by the scream, made his way quickly down the hallway with only a towel slung around his waist, dripping wet hair plastered to his forehead. He stopped dead in the kitchen entryway and scanned the room for danger before his gaze landed on your marked skin. Tsukishima doubled over, clutching his ribs as a genuinely rare, unrestrained, wheezing laugh escaped him. "And that's why you only drink what you can handle, everyone!" he managed to gasp. Bokuto, however, saw the evidence and roared with triumphant clarity. His eyes widened, and he moved a fist up in the air in pure celebration. "STAND PROUDLY! IT'S YOUR LOVE MARKS!" Kageyama's eyes narrowed dangerously, not at the noise, but at the marks. The rest of the group—Akaashi, Kuroo, and a now fully awake Kenma—could only sigh at the current state of the moment.

You were back in your room for a moment to meditate and calm yourself down, now you remembered the games and shenanigans from last night, seven minutes in heaven, wild gossips and bathroom breaks. You rolled around your bed, shouting against your pillow. You had fun alright, real fun. A light, distinct knock sounded on your door, stopping your movement immediately. "F/N? They told me to talk to you," Akaashi called, his voice level and perfectly calm. You sat up as he entered, and instead of standing, he took a seat on the edge of the bed. He watched you quietly for a moment, then spoke, "If it was Bokuto, he'll turn this into some kind of celebration." You let out a soft laugh at the accuracy of the statement, the sound muffled slightly against the pillow you were still clutching—you paused, the laughter dying as you spoke what's on your mind. "Are you ashamed of me?" You spoke, your voice quiet, still planting your face against the pillow. He let out a soft chuckle and his hand moved to your hair, slowly combing the strands back from your face. "Never," he confirmed, his voice warm and steady. And with that simple, solid reassurance, the shame dissolved. You got off the bed, smoothed your clothes, and followed him out of the room, ready to face the music and the chores set for the day. Stepping into the kitchen, you looked up at the others, who immediately fell silent, their eyes snapping to the unmistakable hickeys. You met their stares head-on and joked, a fierce smile on your face, "Battlemarks!" The silence broke instantly as Bokuto let out a sound of pure triumph. "HELL YEAH! THAT'S FUCKING RIGHT!" Bokuto cheered, pumping his fist. The chaos was back, but this time, you were leading the charge.

Wild Gossips

pairing: kiyoko x reader x tanaka special story of holl series

content/warning: female reader, explicit content, nsfw, gxg, gangbang, fingering, etc. 18+, MDNI, time skip author's notes: hey guys! i'm back been writing for my tiktok (likes and follow are highly appreciated!) but decided to take some rest and start this series. ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ © pictures are not mine - edited the pictures myself message if you want me to take it down/credit. do not steal/reupload

The room was warm, glasses clinking and familiar laughter filled as the guests arrived. Dressed in your tight black slit dress, you felt instantly energized. You grabbed a drink, greeting everyone with a smile as you pass by,

"F/N!" Tanaka, Noya, and Hinata waved at you from a corner table, already beaming with tipsy energy. You reached out and caressed your fingers through Hinata's hair. It made him pause mid-sentence and flush. You took the seat beside him and smiled teasingly, "Are you shy now?"

Hinata gulped, looking troubled and embarrassed. The people at the table roared with laughter, nudging him hard.

"Say, didn't you guys have a thing during college?" Sugawara commented, the alcohol loosening his filters.

"I thought it was Tanaka?" Noya looked at his bro, which caused the latter to spit his drink across the table in shock. You immediately looked at Kiyoko, who had her usual cool, slight smile.

"Actually—" Kiyoko started,

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN KIYOKO? F/N... TANAKA... YOU?" Daichi was so surprised that he placed his glass on the table harshly.

Asahi and the others—hung their mouths open, completely bewildered by the confession.

Ennoshita, Narita, and Kinoshita immediately started muttering, their voices laced with envious awe, "Lucky bastard." "Wow, that baldy had two girls!" "What a playboy!"

Tanaka, blushed furiously and quickly took a massive gulp of his drink to hide his face, his eyes darting frantically at his former teammates. "It wasn't a relationship," he mumbled into his glass. "Just... explore... stuff... you know..."

The noise was momentarily drowned out by Kiyoko finishing the story. She leaned closer to you, teasingly run her fingers through your hair, and this time, it was you who blushed, unable to meet the sudden, intense gaze of the entire table.

"After all," Kiyoko finished smoothly, her smile wicked, "F/N couldn't quite go through with all of it that time." Maybe because of the drinks, all 'secrets' 'gossips' started to spill out, but you weren't greeted by judging eyes just curious guys, that maybe liked the idea..

You weren't exactly drunk, but you definitely felt the buzz and intoxication, as you walked through the quieter hallway to retrieve your phone from your bedroom.

The door was just barely open. A little surprised, you paused and peered through the crack,

The sight was unreal.

Kiyoko was placed perfectly on your white and baby-pink sheets, her dress hiked up to her waist. Tanaka was kneeling on the edge of the bed. He was positioned between her spread legs, his head low, tongue moving in and out with a rhythmic curl.

Kiyoko moaned out, pressed a hand over her own breast, her eyes half-lidded in pleasure.

You felt a deep flush spread across your cheeks. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe the intimate sight made you instantly recall the intensity of the last time the three of you got together.

"Ryu..." you called him in a low, breathy sound as you shut the doors behind you. Your legs moved restlessly against each other,

Their heads turned to your direction.

Tanaka's eyes shining and flushed, slowly pulled away from Kiyoko's legs. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the satisfied, grin that spread across his face was his usual one—just dialed up to a new level when you entered the scene. Kiyoko, meanwhile, looked utterly undone, her chest heaving as she watched you, with breathless anticipation.

"F/N," Tanaka said, his voice husky and deep, extended a hand toward you, beckoning. "C'mere."

"I'm so blessed to see this.." Tanaka growled as he took off his shirt, You were on top of Kiyoko in an instant, your perked nipples rubbed against hers as you slid in your tongue in the kiss. Her lips demanding through the kiss, gripping the fabric of your dress, "F/N... please..." "K-kiyoko.." She looked utterly beautiful, against the white sheets, her features softened by the light, the flush high on her cheeks, the slight tremble of her lips—as you moved away still on top, to expose yourself to them, the tight dress falling away to the floor. Tanaka, his eyes blazing, didn't wait. He moved to settle himself behind you, his hands immediately finding your waist, you turned your head enough for him to lean in for a kiss. Your tongues swirled inside as Kiyoko moved your lace underwear aside, rubbing on your clit slowly just how you liked it. "A-ahh.." you moaned out loud as you hear the wetness, making you move your hips on her soft fingers. After the eventful reunion of the three of you, Tanaka pulled back abruptly from the kiss, his eyes still burning with lust. He used the grip on your waist to press you forcefully back against Kiyoko. The sudden shift startled you both, but the surprise quickly melted as the heat of his next move took over. He shifted his weight, his focused gaze never leaving yours, and swiftly moved his pants down. His cock twitching and wet with pre-cum, "F/N, I hope you won't mind me taking my lady first." He smacked your ass hard before placing himself between Kiyoko, rubbing his cock against her entrance before sliding in.

You were between bodies that fucked and moaned against your skin, which just thrilled you. You take Kiyoko's nipples to your mouth, playing your tongue around slowly as you watched her lose herself to the pleasure of you and Tanaka. "My pretty girls.." He breathe out, holding onto your waist as he fucked Kiyoko, his two fingers took Kiyoko's wetness into yours, smearing it around your entrance. "R-ryu.. be gentle will ya?" you trembled and leaned against Kiyoko, her mouth meeting yours in a sudden, deep kiss. "I told her—" Tanaka drawled, his grip tightening on your waist this time, Kiyoko moaned in between the sloppy kiss, gasping as you felt his cock on your entrance. You didn't notice him shifting himself to you. "—The next time we meet again, I won't be so gentle."

Right there, Tanaka fucking slammed his thick cock in you. "You're so fuucking. TIGHT." his heat a sudden, grounding weight as he leaned against your back, his breath hot against your neck to bite and suck on, he's balls-deep in you. You jolt forward, boobs bouncing as he deeply thrust in you. "N-nngh.. what the fuck.." your eyes rolled in every thrust, as Kiyoko sucked on your nipples from above, rolling her tongue as she watches her friend and boyfriend fucking. Tanaka always fucked you so well, you'd see stars every time he rolled his hips, his cock hitting your spot— the sounds heard across the room was your wetness gushing out as he pounded in you.

You laid down, legs spread open for Kiyoko to place herself between you. Your voices hitched as she pressed her wet pussy to yours, you excitingly fondled your own nipples as you watched the sight, how wet your pussies are, rubbing and sucking in each others. "You're so pretty F/N.." Kiyoko purred, Tanaka nudged his hard cock to your cheek, saying that it wasn't occupied, so you gladly took it in your mouth. You moved your head up to adjust since he was watching the view you had before. Kiyoko fucking you. She held onto your leg rolling her hips faster, her folds rubbing on your clit, just felt so good. The two of you jerked your hips to the rhythm that made you feel each others pussy. You took Tanaka's dick deeper in your throat, tears forming in your eyes as you sucked every inch of him.

House of Love and Lust

summary: seven long-time friends, now in their mid-twenties—you and six male former high school volleyball players (Kageyama, Tsukishima, Kenma, Kuroo, Akaashi, and Bokuto)—are sharing a penthouse and just moved for three days now. finally you guys finished unpacking and decided to throw a house warming party.

in a state of chaotic, yet familiar, decorating frenzy as they prepare for an exciting reunion with their old high school teams— you find yourself staring at them, anxious yes? but there’s another dominating feeling, excitement. content/warning: female reader, explicit content, nsfw, gangbang, fingering, gxg etc. 18+, MDNI, time skip author's notes: hey guys! i'm back been writing for my tiktok (likes and follow are highly appreciated!) but decided to take some rest and start this series. ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ © pictures are not mine - edited the pictures myself message if you want me to take it down/credit. do not steal/reupload

SPECIAL/EXTRA STORIES: 7 minutes in heaven Yachi x reader Ennoshita x reader Wild Gossips Kiyoko x reader x Tanaka Hinata x reader Bathroom Break Kiyoko x reader x Yachi Ukai x reader SERIES: Kageyama, Tsukishima, Kuroo Kenma, Bokuto, Akaashi Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 requests are open! how to request:

pick 1 or 2 characters from the house of love and lust SERIES characters, will try if you like 3 or all of them at the same time (have mercy) genres you want(ex.) : romance/pure fluff/angst to fluff/smut ᵔᴗᵔ daily life ୨ৎ fight and makeup [angst to fluff] ♡ alone time [1 character] ❤︎ damn same time [2-6 characters] if you have any addtl notes/ideas you’d like to see on your request lmk! have fun ~ requests done: mischief and order (tsukishima x reader x kuroo) All six (wip)

do request if you guys want!

Droplet’s Whisper

haikyuu au pairing: tsukishima kei x reader genre: mystery, time skip © pictures are not mine pinterest message if you want me to take it down/credit do not steal/reupload

SHIT

Papers dropped as Kei growled and let out a raw sound of fury, he allowed himself a few seconds to curse, feel the edge of the breakdown, before his focus snapped back. His mind continued to calculate, eyes focused on the board in front of him; your precise whereabouts, marking your first and last location, who you spoke to that day and played back the last day you were with him, your smile, and your final, devastating text-

‘I'll just drop by the bookstore’

F/N L/N Police are currently seeking information regarding the disappearance of.. The investigation is ongoing..

It's been 547 days since Kei was picked up by the police, in the middle of a friendly match with his high school friends. He remembered that day like it was yesterday, your parents, their hands digging into his jersey, the whispered news that made him stand frozen, unable to feel.

It wasn't until he opened the apartment door—the silence hitting him first—that the news became real. He dropped on his knees and wept without your warmth and laughter.

"What do you mean there is still no information? It's been three months?" He slammed his arms on the desk, his gaze snapped across the room, cold and hard. It was another visit to the police station.

After that day, he showed up at your parents' house without fail. He'd check on their well-being, then ask the inevitable question about you, only to be met with the same hollow silence so he’d visit the station after every visit but the situation never changed.

He walked out of the building, clicking on his tongue and started to take matters into his own hands.

Kei was brilliant, always rational in his plays and decisions in life. He looked into every article, news and information he can find and compiled it first, it started with a few papers by his desk, but grew as time went by. He muttered every word and every line that’s connected with you.

Kei never went out of his room.

✉ tadashi - hey we're worried about you, we'll pick you up at 5:00pm? ✉ tsukishima - I don't have time.

Daichi Sawamura calling..

"Tch." He clicked on his tongue as he couldn't ignore his senior, he quickly walked out of his study room- the place where everything was filled about you.

Thick cigarette smoke swirled heavily above the table where Kuroo, Kenma, Daichi, Yamaguchi, and Kei sat. Kuroo quickly apologized to the others, while Kenma simply waved a hand to clear the air.

The drinks kept coming as Kei slammed each glass in a second. Daichi snatched the next glass away and shot him a sharp look.

"I have no fucking time for this F/N needs me!" He shouted in frustration, making the others uneasy. Kuroo was the first to speak up, "you aren't the only one who stopped looking.." This statement made him look up to them; Kenma was biting on his lower lip, Daichi was clutching his hands together, Yamaguchi had a serious gaze.

Kuroo pressed his last cigarette into the ashtray, got up to leave, and without a word, tossed a small hard drive to Kei, Daichi quickly grabbed Kuroo but assured him he didn't do anything between the police's investigation.

"It's better to let them handle it Tsukki." Yamaguchi added, patting on Kei's shoulder.

Kei didn't hear a word. Their voices dissolved into a meaningless hum, his eyes focused on the hard drive.

Over and over, he replayed the footage. Your screams and the sickening sound of metal on your skull finally broke him, the total breakdown he’d been holding back happened. He gnawed at his hands just to distract himself from the sounds. He had to find a clue, a detail, a hint—anything.. anything..

Caught in the middle haikyuu au pairing: ? x reader x ? © pictures are not mine message if you want me to take it down/credit do not steal/reupload

“Stop following me!”

Your boyfriend did something truly infuriating

Unable to take another second of it; you just took off towards the gym, thinking it was a safe place- Hinata - Tsukishima

You burst through the doors and bumped into Tsukishima, knocking him flat on his back with you right on top. Disoriented, he immediately began reaching across the floor, desperate to find his glasses. Tsukishima clicked on his tongue and spoke in a deep voice- clearly irritated,

What is going on. (Tsukishima)

F/N! Come on! I said I was sorry! (Hinata)

You take a quick glance at Hinata who was behind, but suddenly Tsukishima slid a hand to your waist and yanked you closer, making a single, bold smirk to Hinata.

"Can’t take care of your girlfriend? Figures"

"Stay out of this Suckyshima!" Kageyama - Sugawara As you entered the gym, Kageyama was a few steps behind, wouldn't stop bickering.

He was upset but wasn’t the type to express his words properly, He instead gripped your arm tighter than usual to stop you from getting away.

Your gasp was loud enough for the others to notice, Sugawara quickly smacked Kageyama’s arm and without hesitation, he drew you tight against his chest.

"What the hell are you doing to her?" Sugawara’s expression made the gym silent, it was the first time everyone saw his face without a taint of joy. Tanaka - Nishinoya “I was not looking at her!” Tanaka repeatedly said as he entered the gym, you on the other hand was making your way to the storage area to start to prepare for today’s practice.

Frustrated you kicked on the mop that was nearby, and your eyes widened when you saw Noya standing casually by the shelves.

He didn’t like the look on your face; he saw how upset you were, trying to hold back the tears. He moved closer, closing the distance between you and cradled your cheek before giving his usual bright smile.

He then walked out of the room to face Tanaka, you jolted as you heard screaming and punches being thrown.

Kenma - Kuroo

As you stomp your way through the gym, Kenma was by your side arguing- Though your voices were pitched low, almost a continuous, angry hum, everyone even Coach Nekomata noticed the muffled fight.

His team looked at him walking to your direction- the look on his face made them worried that they immediately looked for their captain incase something happens.

You reached for the knee pads that was on top of the shelf, Kuroo smoothly got it and handed it to you. Your fingers brushed his, the pads slipped and clattered to the floor. Kuroo grabbed your wrist, his eyes immediately locked onto yours.

“If you want to solve the issue, I suggest you shut the door Kenma.”

Startled, you whipped your head around to look behind you, Kenma calmly shut the doors as Kuroo leaned his face close to yours. Kuroo - Bokuto You looked around the gym to find Bokuto arranging the net, the squeak of your sneakers made him turn; he was mid-greeting when you scrambled quickly behind him to take cover.

“F/N we’re not done yet..” Kuroo’s voice echoed, sending a cold shiver down your spine. once a conflict happens he wants to settle it right away but this time you needed to think for awhile.

He looked at Bokuto who was sweating but still insisted he was the only one in the gym. Meanwhile, you pressed yourself tighter against his back to make yourself even more hidden but this caused him to flush and stumble a shocked step forward.

“Wrong person to ask for help, this guy likes you too.”

“S-sorry F/N”

Bokuto - Akaashi

After running inside to the gym you see the team preparing for practice, they all heard Bokuto’s whining closing in so they quickly finish in a rush. Bokuto entered the gym and happily greeted the guys, his attention shifted to practice instead.

Honestly you needed a minute or more to just calm yourself, giving them a thumbs up before you started your chores as a manager.

“F/N?” The familiar voice came from Akaashi who was standing by the storage room. Apologizing for what happened earlier, Akaashi gave you a pat on the head, like he always does but this time his hand drifted down to gently cradle your cheek.

As he looked deep into your eyes, you were caught in his gaze until you noticed a figure standing just behind his shoulder.

“Akaashi..” Kyoutani - Iwaizumi You slammed the doors shut behind you and immediately bent over, loudly huffing as you struggled to catch your breath

F/N are you okay?

He’s coming.

Who?

Hide me.

Kyoutani wasn’t going to do anything extreme but right now you just needed a minute. Thankfully Makki and Matsun ushered you to the room, you peaked through the doors and see him pissed, his eyes searching for you.

Just as you thought he saw you and you were about to let out a yelp, a hand clamped down firmly over your mouth. It was Iwaizumi- seeing that you realized this, he let you go.

You both get startled as you heard voices coming from Kyoutani outside, you couldn't help but sigh and get up to confront him till Iwaizumi catch your hand, pulling you back down with him.

“Give it a few more minutes.” You desperately needed that so you went back, you slid your hands away but he firmly grasped yours. Startled you snapped your gaze to his face. He was slightly red, his lips already moving as if about to speak-

but the doors flung open at that moment.

Iwaizumi - Oikawa Your fingers gripped the door for dear life as Iwaizumi pulled on your arm, this caused the doors to fly open and everyone inside just watched the scene unfold to them.

"Kentarou??" You desperately asked for help from your childhood friend but he just looked away, this pissed you off even more.

A minute that’s all you asked for but your boyfriend really said nope

Oikawa leaned against the door frame watching the both of you, you really didn’t want to ask for his help so you continued holding on. He was so intrigued by the way you looked, but he had other plans. Oikawa slowly moved closer to your face, this startled Iwaizumi that he let go only for you to lean forward.

At the next moment, Iwaizumi was pulling on Oikawa’s hem leading him outside. You stood there stunned, even their teammates. You just shared a kiss with their setter, who was not your boyfriend. Semi - Tendo You ducked low behind the bleacher seats and released a soft, anxious sigh, noticing Tendo on his phone just a few steps away. He started to rise to his feet and open his mouth to greet you, you instantly clamped your hand over his mouth.

Once you think it was safe, you let go of him but he suddenly pressed his hands on top of your shoulders.

"How many times we have to tell you. Stop triggering the guy!"

"It wasn't my fault this time!"

He sighed and handed you his phone, letting you play with it for awhile. After some chats, you sang the game's theme song and he instantly joined in; you finished the tune in perfect excited unison, eyes locked. You gave each other a loud high-fives.

“F/N.” You and Tendo peaked from the bleachers to see the whole team and Semi, who was frowning at the both of you. Tendo - Ushijima Tendo always knew your next move so he didn’t chase after you, he knew you were fleeing to the gym to escape. The moment you burst through the doors, you slammed right into one of his teammates who didn't even budge but your nose turned red because of the impact.

Ushijima told you to come with him to check on it. You sat down at the bench as he takes out the first aid kit, you thought that this was a bit much but he disagreed, claiming it required urgent care because he suspected a cracked bone.

You watched his every move, it was a first to see him eye to eye because he was squatting down to meet your height and this made you laugh out loud which left him confused,

"You look approachable like this."

"That’s a first."

Out of curiosity, he moved his face closer, his gaze roaming every inch of your skin. Your words earlier were a genuine shock to him. While he always felt a level of comfort with you, today just confirms it.

haikyuu x reader

➳❥ haikyuu x drummer!reader

The school’s festival is near, your classmate tapped your shoulder during lunch break to talk to you,

F/N didn’t you mention that you know how to play?

We’re missing a drummer and thought you’d be interested in playing, we’ll play on the first day and the last day of the festival if we’re included on the top 3.

You were hesitant at first because you still need to do your duties as a manager of the volleyball team, but at the same time you’d love to see their faces when they see you in stage.

“I’m in!”

Kageyama

As the crowd cheered for your group you see the volleyball team without your boyfriend, they looked worried and then watched Hinata ran off. You were feeling nervous that you just hung your head low,

'Leave it to us' the team gladly offered to bring him to your performance because you told them you wanted to surprise Kageyama,

Kageyama was practicing his toss alone, he was a bit pissed as the team skipped practice they did everything they could to bring him but he was stubborn till the show started.

"YOU DUMBASS!" Hinata screamed on the top of his lungs before catching his breathe, Kageyama moved closer to strangle the boy.

YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS PLAYING

W-What..

SHE WANTED TO SURPRISE YOU

He quickly dropped everything and head off to the stage.

The band members were looking at you as you hesitated to play till everyone's attention shifted to someone shouting,

"GO! GO! F/N!!" Kageyama was cheering for you, then your friends started to do the same. Giving them a smile, you hit the opening rhythm.

Ho I guess someone got in the way of your solo practice. Tsukishima said in the most sarcastic way

Shut up. Kageyama blushed at his statement then continued to watch you play, you looked very cool in his eyes.

Tsukishima

Tsukishima was being pulled by Yamaguchi to join the team watch the performance, he didn’t want to be there at all and he was still looking for you. The whole team knew your plan to surprise him, it was shocking to see that Hinata kept it as a secret for a few days.

Just watch the show (Kageyama)

Is that an order King? (Tsukishima)

Before they could start to bicker, you entered the stage and waved to your class then the volleyball team. The crowd cheered as you went to your place, your eyes searched the crowd for your boyfriend.

You stifled a laugh as soon as you see his face, it was the second time you see him with that kind of expression- he was so surprised that his mouth was wide open.

1..2.. You say as you start the beat, the song you played was the song on your playlist that he was ‘okay’ about it. He usually judges your song choices but as he watches you play, he smiled proudly with his fists clenched to stop him from moving to the hard beats you played.

How can you get so lucky? (Tanaka)

He just smirked,

“I’m sure you can get a girlfriend if you graduate senpai.”

This pissed Tanaka off.

Tanaka “WHAT THE..” Tanaka’s eyes were wide open as the crowd goes wild, Daichi had to nudge his side to stop him from cursing. The rest of the team were shouting and cheering your name.

You grinned as your head nodded to the beat, you did a quick twirl of the sticks before you hit the drums and cymbal. The spotlight was on you, and you pointed at Tanaka’s way before you continued the set.

“F/N IS SO COOL!” Hinata and Yachi’s eyes sparkled

“THAT’S YOUR GIRLFRIEND!” Noya shouted as the music was turning up

Tanaka was so surprised, he turned red as he watches you- giving your all. He didn’t have lightsticks because he declined to get some from your classmates- which he regreted but he was fired up enough to make him remove his shirt to spin it around,

THAT’S MY GIRLFRIIIIIEND!! GO F/N!!

You almost stopped as you glanced at the group from the stage.

Kinoshita, Ennoshita and Narita quickly contained the boy.

Kinoshita

Kinoshita was selected for the second year's band as an electric guitarist, he was so excited as he does air guitars during volleyball practice; he invited the whole team to watch,

On the day of the performance, the band gathered on the last hour panicking as the drummer was absent. He ran around school, asking every classroom if someone knew how to play.

"YAMAGUCHI, TSUKISHIMA PLEASE ANYONE?" He was in the hallway with the guys but they can only shake their heads,

"What's wrong?" You walked up to them and Kinoshita gave you a pat on the head saying not to worry; their drummer was not around but they have a backup plan incase they couldn't find anyone within the hour.

I can, I know the song you guys are playing too so- (F/N)

Wow I didn't know that F/N (Yamaguchi)

I didn't know you can do something useful. (Tsukishima)

You nudged at them as they teased, Kinoshita can only bow and plead for you to play with them. You spent 20 minutes to practice with the band and they looked satisfied, they praised you but was worried because you only had your uniform.

Kinoshita handed you a jacket to match the band's style, it was loose and smelled like him; you buried your face between the sleeves which made him blush furiously "Don't be too cute."

“HUH?” The volleyball team watched you and Kinoshita walk to the stage, he gave them a smile and looked at you pointing at the others. You gave them a wink to tease but this made them blush, Kinoshita sulked as he prepared his guitar.

You tapped the sticks together and looked at him,

"Come on, I'm just trying to win your friends over."

"You only need me." He pointed at you with a wide grin; the crowd started to cheer as you start to play, his statement made you smile throughout the performance.

Sugawara

You told Koshi that you’ll just prepare the stage on the festival, since your classmates offered him light sticks; he took it to support your class. He shouted your name and waved at you as he saw you walk on stage,

What a supportive boyfriend. (Asahi)

I mean she’s just on the preparation team.. (Tanaka)

He pulled on Tanaka’s ear and scolded him,

1..2.. “Hey why is s-she..?” Daichi stuttered as the team looked at each other and back to F/N who was not leaving the stage.

You sat down and took the drumsticks for a spin before snapping your hands down to smash the first beat..

They were blinded by the spotlights and you, you looked awesome on stage to every beat and hit of the drum. You glanced a look towards Koshi, he was stunned- his mouth was hung open, as well as the others.

They started to cheer and dance to the song which made you more energetic. Your solo was the song's climax, a solo light focus solely on you, instantly making the crowd erupt in a wild cheer.

“F/N YOU’RE SO AMAZING!!”

Koshi screamed at the top of his lungs and smiled widely as the song continued.

Daichi

After practice, Yachi stormed inside the gym and almost choked as she breathes heavily. Kiyoko and the others quickly went to her side to ask if she's okay.

"F/N WON FIRST PLACE!" Her eyes sparkled as she delivered the news she heard from your classmates to the guys, they didn't know you played today; they didn't watch because of today's practice you just told them you were in the preparation team after all.

I didn't know F/N plays (Sugawara)

We should have watched (Asahi)

They looked at their captain who was startled, he had no idea. He was upset that he didn't pay attention to your words, that's why you kept on saying 'I'll still wave at you from stage when I arrange the stage' 'Come say hi when you're near the stage' His hand clenched, he should be happy that your band won but he didn't get to support you.

Tanaka and Noya smacked their captain's back, saying there's still the last day of the festival. He nodded and told the group to support and watch your last performance, he glanced at Kiyoko.

'GO F/N' 'YOU ROCK F/N' 'F/N'S FANCLUB'

Daichi asked the volleyball team to prepare posters and light sticks; they forced themselves in front of the stage, Hinata and Yachi was squished between people that Tanaka and Nishinoya had to do the 'stare' for them to have the spot.

You prepared the mic as you sat to your place, glancing at the crowd your eyes widen as you see the whole team in front of you, Daichi mouthed the words 'I'm sorry' then continued to wave the light sticks. You smiled brightly and threw your sticks upwards, catching it to start.

To be fair : Epilogue II

summary: days before the nationals, as an assistant coach you thought your days would be about research, training and fun times with the team but someone caught you.. leaving the club would be the right choice.

haikyuu x reader (reverse harem au)  pairing(poly): sugawara, kageyama, tsukishima x reader

genre: romance, reverse harem-poly tw: knives, fights, blood

© pictures are not mine - iiteewx, enchanthings message if you want me to take it down/credit

Prologue of season 1

Make sure you drop by our class. The next day you stared out the window, Tsukishima was leaning on your chair as he talked with Yamaguchi he then pressed his weight against your back. You didn't say anything as you prepared some papers on your desk. What's with you? (Tsukishima) If you have time to play, you have time to shut up. (F/N) Yamaguchi let out a loud laugh, you stood up and left the room to head to the second year's floor. Did you fight with her again? (Yamaguchi) Tch.. w-we haven't even talked since yesterday (Tsukishima) You see Tanaka, Noya, Kinoshita, Ennoshita, Narita on the hall way and clicked your tongue, hoping they wouldn't notice you. Noya-senpai went up to you and greeted you, the others followed and asked why you weren't in the gym yesterday. You only looked at them with affection and letting out a laugh as they started to tease Noya-senpai. "F/N ~" You saw Rin and the others on the end of the hallway, your expression changed quickly then excused yourself. Tanaka gripped on your arm tightly when you turned around, F/N what are you doing? (Kinoshita) They are bad news F/N (Narita) You spoke low and harsh. "Let go, stay away." You continued to walk forward and not face them; Take wrapped an arm around you and looked behind, he saw Tanaka and the others watching. He winked at them as the group walks away. You handed them the research they needed, these jerks didn't do school works by themselves. Such losers honestly, you thought to yourself as they checked it out. Akane was bored and wanted to play, so she pulled you by the arm. "Hey let's make you one of us!" She smiled cheekily, she pulled your skirt up to a mini skirt and unbuttoned a few of your top. She took out some of her makeup and applied your makeup. What a beauty (Take) Her expression changed and the next thing you knew your cheek was stinging from her sudden slap, you spit out and looked at her with narrowed eyes. Heh.. Now that's the look I wanted. (Rin)

The last bell rang as you walked back to your classroom, they made you skip the afternoon period. Your head hurts, you haven't stopped thinking ever since; your plan is to report them but your body just hurts. You quickly got your things to head to the gym, F/N are you okay? (Yachi) F/N you can talk to us. (Kiyoko) You forgot your clothes were still the same since Akane changed your look, you chuckled and said "Sorry I thought this style would fit me." You see the second years with the third years, F/N, are you okay? (Daichi) F/N I don't think you should involve yourself with Rin (Asahi) Sugawara bit on his lip as he reaches for you, you stood back and look at the second years. "What the hell is going on?" Noya's voice echoed and was pissed as he looked at the way you stood, you looked like a messed up student-a delinquent. We're just worried F/N what is going on? Tell us if they are doing something to you F/N F/N F/N "Are you one of them?" Tanaka barked, his knuckles were white as his hand turned into a fist; he wasn't doing this because he despised you, the moment you told him to let go and watched you walk away, he felt useless for not stopping you. You snatched Tanaka's shirt by the neck and jerked him forward, you see the others at this moment. Yachi was tearing up, Yamaguchi went in front of her and Kiyoko. You heard their shoes squeaked, to go in between you guys but you saw Coach Ukai and Takeda-sensei in the corner of your eye so you let him go. "F/N.." Tsukishima looked at you shocked; he was trying to read your face, but couldn't make anything out of it Kageyama shouted and argued with the others Sugawara's hand covered half of his face, he didn't want to show that he was in a panic, his heart was pounding as he tries to focus on what's happening One thing was in your mind, your plan. Since Coach Ukai and Takeda-sensei witnessed the way you acted, you got your things and handed them your notice to quit before they could say something you hurriedly went out of the gym and ran.

This was the fifth day you were zoned out, everyone tried to talk to you, everyone texted, your boyfriends begged. Coach Ukai and Takeda-sensei has been knocking on your door ever since then but you didn't answer, as soon as you arrived home you'd close every light. You tend to your wounds, the delinquents thought you how to fight. Every mistake comes with a hit, you would gasp for air on every injury you tend to. Ring. Ring. Kentaro is calling..

Oi- K-kentaro.. A-are you crying..? This is probably how you feel when you get beaten up huh. Who? Who did it? I meant not literally honest! *ah is that f/n-chan? (Oikawa)* Tch, I'll come over. Don't, please don't! Just talk to me today, I'm just broken-hearted. "Was that F/N?" Oikawa asked as the team walked out of the gym, "I think she's in trouble." Kyoutani honestly answered making the team look at him.

✉︎ hinata and kenma hinata - kenma something's wrong with f/n, she's been fighting kenma - what do you mean? hinata - she's like a part of the delinquents Kenma held his phone tightly before turning to Kuroo, Bokuto and Akaashi. It was saturday the next day and you were called out by Rin. The team had practice today, shoes squeaked but they broke a sweat unusually fast. "Shit!" Sugawara screamed at the top of his lungs as he threw the ball away, everyone just turned silent as they thought to themselves- they were all worried about you. Coach Ukai and Takeda-sensei was outside the gym, it was Coach's fifth cigarette this morning. He talked with Takeda-sensei about how he heard that the group of delinquents were involved with you, Takeda-sensei was stunned and had a troubled expression; not noticing four students walked by infront of them. "Wow you guys look depressed." Kuroo walked inside the gym and placed his hands on his waist, Karasuno turned their heads to see the four guys and hurriedly greeted them and started to speak about what happened. "What's wrong with you guys? F/N can never be a part of them! You of all guys know she thinks thoroughly!" Bokuto face darkened with fury, and he scowled at them. Akaashi stopped him and Kenma took a step. "I have a theory." . . . Why are we at Karasuno? (Oikawa) I forgot where her house is.. (Kyoutani) I guess we can ask, that is if there are students.. AND IF THEY KNOW HER. (Iwaizumi) Kyoutani had to visit you after but the boys stopped him that night, they knew he wouldn't listen so Oikawa and Iwaizumi stepped in to go with him the next day. They slipped into school easily as they were wearing plain clothes for playing, they heard noises from the gym so they approached the building. "What can we do? I.. I just showed her that I didn't trust her that day!" Yamaguchi was struggling to speak that he cracked at his sentence. Kageyama was leaning against the wall and watched the scene before him. The boys were huddled up as they discussed things, they were struggling because they had no idea what you were up to. You look like a mess, Tobio-chan (Oikawa) Tch, how useless. (Kyoutani) Iwaizumi took a sharp glance at them and apologized to the team, they were shocked as they saw the boys come in. Great, more people involved. (Tsukishima) "It's not like you have great ideas now four eyes." Kyoutani growled making Tsukishima pissed and was about to throw a punch but Daichi stopped him, Coach Ukai hurriedly went in and told the guys that a fight occured with some Karasuno students and the nearby school minutes ago.

I guess this is enough evidence, you tied your hair up as you walked on the way to your house. Rin called you out because they planned to bring a fight with the other school and you escaped as soon as you called the police. It took a couple of minutes for the police to spot the area of the fight that you to fight whenever someone comes at you. You halted your steps as soon as you realized you were near Karasuno, you were about to head the other way till someone grabbed your arm. "H-hinata?" They pulled you in the gym and let Kiyoko and Takeda-sensei tend to your wounds, Daichi and Asahi was scolding you but see them struggling with words. "You look badass right now." Kyoutani spoke up, making everyone frown at him. He knew you were able to protect yourself, he seen this before and you smirked at him. You lifted half of you shirt up, the guys looked away blushing and reprimanded. F/N! (Hinata) Don't look idiot! (Kageyama) Is that abs.. (Oikawa)

Seeing this Iwaizumi handed a roll bandage to Kiyoko, she hurriedly wrapped it around. The mood lighten up as they saw you safe, Sugawara went to you and wrapped his arms around you. He couldn't hold it in any longer, he wept as he buried his face onto your neck. "F/N.. I'm sorry." Tanaka was bowing and gripping on his shirt, he thought that his words would make you confess he chose to be the bad guy at that moment because there might be a chance for you to tell them. You reached for his head and apologized, the next words you said was the ones you prepared all along. They had something against me and I am doing my part to protect myself. I now have evidence and will report them properly, trust me at the next steps I'll take.

To be fair : Epilogue I

summary: days before the nationals, as an assistant coach you thought your days would be about research, training and fun times with the team but someone caught you.. leaving the club would be the right choice. haikyuu x reader (reverse harem au)  pairing(poly): sugawara, kageyama, tsukishima x reader

genre: romance, reverse harem-poly tw: knives, fights, blood

© pictures are not mine - iiteewx, enchanthings message if you want me to take it down/credit

Prologue of season 1

Class 4 F/N-chan! I heard you were coaching the team during the tournament. That must be nerve wracking.. I don't think those boys would listen

You sat on your seat as your classmates surrounded you, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima. Karasuno won and will be participating on the nationals, you proudly crossed your arms and slammed the binder you made on top of the table. You began to ramble on the research that you made per player, not only them but also their opponents, you watched the tournaments twice per player so if they have 10 players on the team you would watch their moves solo then the next how they were with the team. F/N.. I'm surprised you haven't worn glasses. (Yamaguchi) She should be, she sticks her face closely whenever she writes now. (Tsukishima) I'm perfectly fine. (F/N) Practice After Class You wrote on the white board, I think they replaced it with a bigger one because as soon as you stepped back to check- your writings were small. F/N-chan why is it so small? (Hinata) It's for you squirt. (Tsukishima) Wanna go?! (Hinata) You see them bickering then turned your head to Yachi and Asahi-senpai, "Is it really bad?" you asked them- Yachi said yes and Asahi-senpai said no. You were now confused so you called Coach Ukai, "Did Nishinoya write on the board again?" He said which made the others laugh, the small ones irked. Don't mind, don't mind. I'll come with you for a check-up (Sugawara) Takeda-sensei entered the gym and came closer to the group, "Did Hinata write on the board?"

Ching! You entered the eyewear store with Sugawara and Tsukishima, you looked around the displays wondering what frame would fit you. Tsukishima, Kiyoko-senpai, Takeda-sensei have different frames of glasses, I wonder if Tsukishima won't mind to have a matching ones.. he might tease you, you thought to yourself as you looked at him. "Now you won't be able to call me 'four eyes' with attitude." He snickered as he loomed over you. You pinched his side because you were pissed but he kept teasing you. F/N! They'll be checking you now! (Sugawara) You skipped your way to follow the staff that will check on you. Sugawara and Tsukishima continued to look around and picked glasses that they think would fit you, 'chic' 'sexy' 'cute' styles- they flushed as they imagined you wearing each one of them. The doors flung open and saw Kageyama catching his breathe, he slowly went beside them as he wiped his sweat. Got lost again? (Tsukishima) Honestly use your phone Kageyama.. (Sugawara) He practiced a bit more after you guys left that's why he wasn't able to join you guys earlier, he saw the 'mature' style of glasses Sugawara was holding and reddened as he imagined you wearing it. Simps! It's official you'll be wearing glasses plus you find out you have astigmatism too. You heaved a sigh as you went back to them, you leaned against Sugawara's back sulking. Kageyama gave you a pat on the head as he peered, Tsukishima holds out a frame of glasses, it was thin and silver. You took it from his hands and wore it, you checked yourself on the mirror before you face them. "They didn't have the same as mine but this is close to it." Tsukishima blushed slightly and looked away for a moment, Kageyama and Sugawara was speechless as they stared at you. You looked different, it was a perfect fit because you wanted to look chic and sweet. The three of them dropped you off to your home, you looked around the street and gave them a kiss on the cheek. You gave them a big smile and thanked them before you head in. *snap*

You were assigned to clean the classroom today, you wiped the board and heard footsteps from behind. Ah F/N is it? Karasuno's assistant coach What a bitch.. You nervously looked behind and saw the delinquents of the school, 5..6.. people had entered the room. You took an anxious step back, your mouth suddenly dry. They brought you in the back of the building, they spread out to look out. The 'leader' of the group started to introduced some of them, Take, Ryu, Aki, Akane, Kyohei. "I'm Rin" he said as he circles around you, this group is bad news. The school hasn't had any reports about them because the students they bully won't speak out you heard this from your senpais- most of them are 2nd years and 3rd years. He then showed you his phone, your face turned pale as it was a video of you with Kageyama, Tsukishima and Sugawara yesterday. Aki went closer to twirl your hair and giggled, "Poor boys, I wonder what will happen to them ah! aren't they going to the nationals?"

She yanked your hair. You're a smart girl, F/N just work for us and we'll leave them alone. Hey I hope you can punch and fight! How bout I join in the fun? be the forth guy Rin pulled out a knife, this made you agree to the arrangement then boys suddenly secured your arms- a gasping shriek tore from your throat as the blade bit your cheek. "Good." They left the scene after, you pressed your handkerchief against your cheek- think F/N. think. You can't do this to them, you can't do this to your friends. Breathe.. breathe..

"Oh! F/N! You're late." Coach Ukai spotted you as he smoked a cigarette outside of the gym, you handed him your binder and said you won't be in practice today, you didn't feel good. He was staring at the patch that's on your cheek, he was confused and glanced your way as you were walking away; there was blood on his finger, he wiped it off thinking it was from a papercut then went back inside. Why do you have F/N's binder? (Hinata) Is she here already? (Sugawara) She's usually the first one here. (Daichi) He put the binder on the bench and told them what happened earlier, practice continued.

To be fair : Chapter 30

haikyuu x reader (reverse harem au)  pairing(poly): sugawara, kageyama, tsukishima x reader

genre: romance, reverse harem-poly

© pictures are not mine message if you want me to take it down/credit

Prologue 

✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ* ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ It's the final set. Your eyes sparkled as you watch Sugawara's spikes, he's been practicing this with Noya-senpai which made them score points but this only fueled Shiratorizawa; Ushijima's serve keeps getting better and better. ONE TOUCH! NICE ONE TOUCH! Tsukishima has been blocking the ball continuously; the next moment you see him shaking, you and Coach Ukai went closer His skin tore after it came into contact with Ushijima's spike (F/N) Head to the medical room first. (Coach Ukai) You must make use of the time! (Tsukishima) By the time you're back, we would've already made it to the nationals! (Hinata) You placed a towel on Tsukishima's hand as the two of you went out of the court, you were biting on your lower lip- you were worried. Tsukishima can only chuckle at the face you're making. Kei! (Akiteru) Nii-chan, what are you doing here? (Tsukishima) You bowed at him as they continued to talk, his expression changed as soon as he looked away from his brother. He was worried and deep in thought, Even if you're not around, your team will win! Trust them for that! (Akiteru) Kei I made sure to talk to them before leaving. (F/N) He can only nod as he listens to the two of you ✧ You stood by his side as you guys waited for the doctor, he looks more relaxed right now; the face he made earlier stuck to you, you didn't want to see him like that. "I'm not dying" Tsukishima said as he looks at you, "Earlier you said you didn't have a reason to live" Your voice got higher because you got frustrated, you backed away gripping on the curtains behind you. Your feelings are getting in the way again, you are feeling anxious, worried and overwhelmed with what happened. F/N I'm okay now, I trust you and the team- S-sorry I just felt all of it earlier.. . . . you were shocked because you didn't think he would apologize, both of you reacted the same.. you talked to yourself. Tsukishima was not impressed, he watched you made a lot of faces as you were talking to yourself- he pulls the curtain that's behind you, this made your body move to his chest.

To be fair : Chapter 29

haikyuu x reader (reverse harem au)  pairing(poly): sugawara, kageyama, tsukishima x reader

genre: romance, reverse harem-poly

© pictures are not mine message if you want me to take it down/credit

Prologue 

✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ* ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The next day the team arrived at the gymnasium, you see them halt because Ushijima was in front of the gym. You walked pass the team to face him- you heard Daichi and the others stopping you but you needed to say something. F/N (Ushijima)

They made it to the finals, they will defeat you and go to the nationals. (F/N) I look forward to it, see you on the court. (Ushijima) You turned around to face the team and they all looked proud, excited and ready. "The finals are about to start, you idiots are wasting your energy." Tsukishima muttered as you and Daichi try to calm the others down. The walk from the hallway to the court was very noisy and rowdy thanks to the idiots- but at least they still are themselves.. That's what you thought till you guys entered the gym, you panicked as someone was laying on the ground, someone needed medicine, someone was very excited, Daichi's angry, Tsukishima's laughing- you didn't know what to do.. The cheers of Shiratorizawa's audience caught your attention, you were amazed as you watched them. You went beside Coach Ukai and Takeda-sensei as they announced the start of the program; the three of you acknowledged the starting lineup with high-fives as the announcer introduced them one by one.

Daichi Sawamura, Asahi Azumane, Ryunosuke Tanaka, Tobio Kageyama, Shoyo Hinata, Kei Tsukishima, Yu Nishinoya And Coach Ukai Keishin, Assistant Coach L/N F/N You were surprised as they announced your name, you bowed and blushed slightly- you can't wait to tell Kenma about this. ✧ The matches they played so far have been best-of-three sets but the finals are a five-set match. You heaved a sigh as Ushijima scores a point, the match starts now. The team was not working together, three points were in for Shiratorazawa.. THIS IS NO TIME TO DOUBT YOURSELVES! WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF? THE CAMERAS? YOU'RE NOT THAT PHOTOGENIC TO BEGIN WITH! You spoke a little too loudly.. actually you just screamed what was on your mind at that moment you snapped your pen into two, the team was startled and had a troubled expression, We got it so just chill F/N! (Daichi) F/N sure is scary (Tanaka, Asahi) I guess seeing someone else more freaked out than you are can make you feel calmer and more settled (Takeda) Crap.. Coach Ukai will scold me later, the referee just gave me a nasty glare. ✧ It was time to switch sides as Shiratorizawa won the first set. The team was now preparing for the next game plan. Wakatoshi-kun do you know Karasuno's Number 10? (Tendo) I met him on the street, F/N said that they will beat me and go to the nationals (Ushijima) Coach L/N? F/N? (Tsutomu, Hayato) Well that is interesting.. is she your girlfriend? (Tendo) Was. (Ushijima) You felt most of Shiratorizawa's eyes on you while both teams were heading to their positions, Karasuno saw this as well. You couldn't help but look away from them at that moment, I guess they know her now (Tanaka) Let's not waste F/N's efforts (Daichi) Tsukishima and Kageyama nodded as the match started. ✧ You were deep in thought during the timeout and looked at Tsukishima; with how Shiratorizawa plays it's best to deal with it in a rational way, the only player who does that is him.

Timing (F/N) I know (Tsukishima) Then do it. (F/N) He fixes his glasses and went back on the court, you knew he was thinking and observing; his eyes followed every movement the player does and you did your best to do it from your spot but it's not enough. I want to get n the court (F/N) Don't even think about doing it (Coach Ukai) 31 - 2 - 29 Point after point, Tsukishima finally did it: he shut down Ushijima Everyone cheered but this time Tsukishima shouted as well. You stood up and cheered for him, "Kei!" he glanced your way and shot a quick, enthusiastic fist bump in your direction. This made you smile widely and quickly did the same.

W-who's that?? (Akiteru) Uhm.. F/N-chan well she and Tsukishima well.. (Yachi) You don't know anything about your brother (Saeko) You handed the bottles and towels to the team. "K-kei!" you called him once again and was about to tear up, you were so touched by how he's been active with teamwork. F/N don't cry.. (Yamaguchi) I know how you feel F/N-san (Hinata) "What's with that? You told me to do it." Tsukishima huffed, he was a bit red then looked away; he couldn't believe he did a fist bump for you while he's on the game. Kageyama and Sugawara smacked Tsukishima's sides. Don't get too restless, it's just a point.

Victory is just about to begin. ✧ You clasped your hands over your knees, leaning forward to focus your thoughts; you observed the scene in front of you, mumbling the seconds, the timing, the movement, their eyes- you were doing everything inside your head calculations, point of views, you went back to the research you've done.

You got it, you got it.

You asked for Coach Ukai to call Noya-senpai. *At the same time* Everyone looked at you as you were 'chanting', you were in the zone that you didn't realize you did it loudly. It was creepy and scary at the same time, Such concentration.. (Coach Tanji) F/N used to say that there are only four rules you need to remember: make the plan, execute the plan, expect the plan to go off the rails, throw away the plan. (Ushijima) Heh.. with such talent why didn't she choose to be with you? (Tendou) . . . F/N reminds me of the three of you, Sugawara-senpai, Tsukishima and Kageyama when she concentrates (Tanaka) She makes a strong team with her sharp words, observations and attention. Every detail matters to her (Daichi) Tsukishima and Kageyama started to mimic your move, you always told them to breath in and out, step back and follow the movement of the ball. Every hit, every toss and every step- follow it. "Coach F/N has an idea" Noya-senpai entered the court and talked to the team before the match resumes. ✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ* ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Their plays are still clean and quick, they still have stamina so far but you worry about Hinata. He has been moving continuously- jumping, blocking and running; you can look only look at the others as Hinata steps out of the court. I can do it, can you? (Kageyama) I practiced a bit with F/N (Tsukishima) This jerk.. you've been secretly practicing with F/N?? (Kageyama) 23 - 4 - 21 Kageyama is getting tired as well.. you watched the toss he made to Tsukishima, it barely made it in. You see them bicker for awhile then turn your gaze at Sugawara, giving you a single nod. ✧ "I'm putting Sugawara on the court at the start of the set." Coach Ukai said as the team huddled up, you see him pale as he interlaced his fingers tightly, knuckles turning white. You moved closer to him and held his hands, this made the others stunned even him.

If you want to get married, please give me a few more years! (Sugawara) If you need to warm up your hands, I can do it. (Daichi) No let me do it. (Asahi) You see Tanaka and Noya-senpai moving closer to them eyeing on Sugawara's hands, your cheeks flushed as you walked away from the scene.