☆My Solace☆

•|MASTERLISTS

◆|Haikyuu

♥︎|Kpop Demon Hunters

♠︎|Twisted Wonderland

★|Tokyo Revengers

♣︎|Obey Me

☆A series of hcs and fics focusing on their Idol image, pre-debut, and how they handle Idol stuff

Idol Image

>|Headcanons

•|Idol roles

•|Seeing fan signs during a concert

•|Asked to do Aegyo

>|Fics

Pre-debut

>|Headcanons

•|Jinu's research on kpop

•|How Jinu found and convinced them to join

•|Idol training

•|Choosing stage names

>|Fics

JINU

Main vocalist, composer, producer

Summary: If the prefect beated them in the history exam but they've been living there their entire lives just to be out scored by an other worlder

Characters: Ace, Deuce, Epel, Kalim

Ace

Instant “NO WAY.”

He stares at the test sheet like it personally betrayed him.

“Bro, I grew up here! I’ve been cramming since last night!! How the hell did you—?!”

Immediately accuses Yuu of cheating. “Don’t even lie. You had to have looked at someone else’s paper!”

Gets shut down when Trein is like: “No, she simply studied properly.”

Sulks for three days, then starts begging Yuu to tutor him before the next exam.

Deuce

Jaw on the floor.

“HUH?! But— but I’ve been memorizing the timeline for weeks!”

He’s genuinely baffled how someone not from this world understood it better.

Probably mutters: “Mom’s gonna be so disappointed…”

Still impressed, though.

“Yuu… you’re amazing. Will you help me review too?” (Ace screaming in the background: “ME FIRST!!”)

Epel

“Yer kiddin’ me… she got higher than me?!”

Feels attacked in his pride. Granny raised him to know his history!!

Pouts hard. “What, so I’m losin’ to an outworlder now? That’s embarrassing.”

Lowkey sulks but also competitive → swears he’ll beat Yuu next test.

Starts challenging them in study sessions like: “Bet ya can’t recite all the rulers of Shaftlands backwards.”

Kalim

Completely oblivious that it should be embarrassing.

“WOW, Yuu!! That’s amazing!! You’re not even from here and you still beat me!!”

Genuinely happy for them and claps.

Immediately invites them to “study together” but it just turns into Kalim chatting while Jamil sighs in the corner.

Doesn’t even care about his score. He just thinks it’s super cool they're that smart.

Ruggie

Stares at his grade, then theirs, then back at his.

“Oi oi oi… what kinda scam is this?”

He’s salty, but not in a loud way—just mutters like: “They ain’t even from here, c’mon…”

Lowkey suspicious they cut some kind of deal with Trein.

But once he realizes nope, they're just genuinely good at studying? He’s impressed.

“Heh. Not bad, Prefect. Guess brains beat experience sometimes.”

Next time he’ll probably bribe them with donuts to help him cram.

General | Canon characters

None at the moment

Huntr/x x Reader

None at the moment

Saja boys x reader

>Fic

•|Dear Chef [poly]☁️💧🎉

•|No tears, love [WIP]

>Headcanons

•|Their red flags

•|Spicy mood killed

Ships

None at the moment

General | Canon characters only

None at the moment

X READERS

>Fic

•|Clean serve, Messy heart [Sakusa]

•|Ace of Hearts [Atsumu]

•|First Chord of us [Semi]

•|Gym Motivation [Iwaizumi]

>Headcanons

•|Their S/o wearing something revealing

[Atsumu, Sakusa, Suna, Tsukishima]

SHIPS

None at the moment

⚠️WARNING⚠️: Opinion

Jinu is the only one people and I can truly mischaractarize among the Saja boys. I don't like writing him that much because of it, but I do try to characterise him better by reading other writers' posts about him and analyzing the movie. So I can take and accept a criticism on how I write him.

But he other 4 only had very few lines and screen time. We have an idea of 15-20% of their character. Then the 75-80% is just a blank canvas that's free for us fans to paint whatever, and there's nothing complex about them(yet).

•|DEAR CHEF♥︎

FIC: You cook them food, and they respond so positively. But then you see them spitting it out like it's poison

•|Crack, mild hurt to comfort, domestic fluff

(Fem reader as anonymous mentioned)

{Request}

Hcs. Things were about to get steamy until they accidentally pinned you too hard on the wall, and you hit your head

Characters: Jinu, Abby, Romance, Mystery, Baby

JINU

The second your head thuds against the wall, his “sexy face” drops instantly into pure panic.

“Oh crap—are you okay??” He’s already rubbing the back of your head before you can answer.

When you say it’s fine, he still keeps muttering, “I’m such an idiot,” but then bursts into laughter because he can’t believe he just fumbled that hard.

The rest of the night he keeps mock-posing against the wall going, “Are you ready for round two?” and then fake-pushing himself away like he's scared of breaking you again.

ABBY

The thud echoes in the room, and he just blinks like, “…That wasn’t sexy, was it?”

You glare at him while holding your head, and he’s already apologizing but trying not to laugh.

“Baby, your skull’s tougher than that— ow, okay, okay, no hitting.”

He ends up hugging you to “check for injuries,” but somehow makes it feel like round two is about to start anyway.

ROMANCE

You let out your “ow!” and instead of apologizing immediately, he stares at you like he’s calculating the exact degree of embarrassment he feels.

Then—dead serious—he says, “In my head, that move looked hot as hell.”

You start laughing, which makes him laugh too, and now the whole “sexy mood” is completely gone.

He ends up leaning his forehead against yours, chuckling, “Okay, okay, let’s just pretend that never happened and try again… gently this time.”

MYSTERY

You let out your “ow!” and he immediately tries to stifles a grin.

“Sorry—sorry—okay, no, I’m not sorry, that was hilarious.”

You threaten to walk away, and he’s grabbing your waist to keep you there, still grinning like an idiot.

Any attempt to get back into a sexy mood is impossible because he keeps fake-“thudding” you against imaginary walls just to tease.

BABY

Instead of apologizing, he stares you dead in the eye and says, “…Your fault for having such a big head.”

You swat him, and he finally cracks a smirk, grabbing your chin to look at the “injury.”

“Aww, did I hurt the princess? Should I kiss it better?” — proceeds to kiss everywhere except the spot you actually hit.

He's the only one who somehow turns the moment back into foreplay without skipping a beat.

Hcs: Their red flags. (Other than the fact that they're demons)

Characters: Jinu, Abby, Romance, Mystery, Baby

JINU

Gaslighter: Will gaslight you with a smile if it gets him what he wants. “You’re remembering it wrong, baby. That’s not what happened.”

Emotional manipulator: He has no issue using your insecurities against you in arguments, just to watch how you react, then swooping in to “comfort” you afterwards.

Passive-Aggressive: Instead of directly confronting you, he'll withdraw affection until you “figure out what you did wrong.”

ABBY

Peacock Complex: He needs people to see him looking good. Will subtly steer you toward crowded spots so more eyes are on him, whether it’s the gym, a bar, or even a grocery store.

Physical Intimidator: Not in the sense of hitting you, but using his size, stance, and closeness to make sure you feel small when he’s angry.

Trophy Mindset: Treats you like the ultimate accessory. Yes, he loves you, but part of him also loves how you make him look when you’re on his arm.

ROMANCE

Emotional Manipulator: Will weaponize his feelings — guilt-tripping you by acting hurt or sad until you cave to his demands.

Obsessive: Keeps track of every detail about you, including things you never told him directly, and uses it to his advantage.

Isolation Tactics: Subtly discourages you from spending time with others so he becomes your primary emotional outlet.

MYSTERY

Smothering: Treats you like a possession he constantly needs near him — to the point where he gets restless if you’re away for too long.

Playful Control: Masks his dominance under teasing and “cute” nicknames, but it’s still control — and you realize later you’ve given up freedoms without noticing

Jealous Possessive: Doesn’t like anyone else get your attention. Will physically insert himself between you and another person and bark without warning.

BABY

Power Player: Turns sweetness into leverage, making her feel like she owes him compliance because he’s “so good” to her most of the time.

Punitive Lover: If you upset him, you feel it — whether it’s through denial, distance, or public humiliation.

Verbal Knife-Thrower: Knows exactly what to say to hit where it hurts — and will use it when he’s angry.

Fandoms I'll write for:

Kpop Demon hunters★

Tokyo Revengers★

Twisted Wonderland★

Haikyuu

Obey Me

Requests I'll allow:

X readers for all. ( poly, gn readers, and fem readers)

Fluff

Angst w/ or w/o comfort

Suggestive

Ships(but only what I agree with)

AU's

Described gore (Obey Me only)

Requests I'll reject:

Smut. That's it.

When Requesting:

State the following:

Gender(gn or fen reader) if it's an X reader

Genre

Headcanons, Scenario, or Fic

MY SHIPS:

KPDH:

RuJinu, Zoeystery, Miromabby, Romabby, polysaja

Tokyo Revengers:

TakeHina, Draken x Emma, Kokonoi x Seishu, Sanzu x Rindou(Bonten timeline), Haruchiyo x Rindou(Final timeline)

Twisted Wonderland:

Trey x Jade, Poly!Octotrio, Jamil x Azul, Azul x Idia, Vil x Leona, Ace x Deuce

Haikyuu:

Iwaoi, KageHina, TsukiYama, TsukiKage, SakuAtsu, OsaSuna, Matsuhana, MatsuhanaIwaoi, BukoAka

Obey Me:

None. All x readers only

Atsumu Miya

Atsumu loves it. The moment he sees you in that outfit, his jaw drops, and he lets out a long whistle.

“Damn, sweetheart, ya tryna kill me before dinner?” He’s shameless about checking you out, grinning like a fool.

He will 100% show you off, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, and making sure everyone knows you’re with him.

If he notices other people staring too much, though, he gets a little possessive. Might throw an arm around your shoulders or kiss your temple just to make it clear you’re taken.

But mostly, he just hypes you up. “Hottest person in the whole damn place, and ya came here with me.”

Sakusa Kiyoomi

At first, he’s stunned silent. His eyes widen slightly, and he stares for a solid few seconds, taking in every detail.

He clears his throat and tries to act normal, but you can see the tips of his ears turning red. “You’re wearing that?”

He’s conflicted—on one hand, you look incredible, but on the other, he hates the idea of other people looking at you the way he does.

The entire date, he’s extra protective, walking close to you, guiding you with a hand on your lower back, and glaring at anyone who stares too long.

At some point, he mumbles, “You look amazing, but next time… maybe something less eye-catching.” He’s not even mad, just struggling.

Suna Rintarō

He raises a single eyebrow when he sees you, smirking. “Well, well, well. What’s the occasion?”

He loves it but plays it cool, teasing you just enough to get a reaction. “Trying to make me jealous? Or just making my job harder?”

If someone stares too much, he just gives them that look—the lazy, unimpressed stare that makes people immediately look away.

The entire night, he has his hand on you somewhere—your waist, your thigh, the small of your back. It’s casual, but there’s a definite you’re mine energy behind it.

At the end of the date, he leans in and murmurs, “Next time, you’re wearing that just for me.”

Tsukishima Kei

The moment he sees you, he pauses. His eyes drag up and down slowly, and then he just… scoffs. “Seriously?”

But don’t be fooled—he is definitely affected. His ears turn pink, and he keeps glancing at you when he thinks you won’t notice.

If you tease him about it, he’ll roll his eyes and say something sarcastic like, “I just don’t want to deal with every idiot staring at you all night.”

He acts annoyed, but he subtly adjusts his stance so he’s always between you and anyone staring too hard.

At the end of the night, when he thinks you’re not looking, he lets himself really admire you and mutters, “You really do look good, though.”

You always liked watching Iwaizumi workout. It was mesmerizing—the way his muscles flexed and stretched under the weight, the steady rise and fall of his chest as he pushed himself harder, the sharp focus in his eyes. And now, years later, after he had carved a career out of fitness and sports science, watching him train in his own gym was an entirely different kind of experience.

Because now, you got to be part of it.

“Alright, sit,” Iwaizumi says, dropping into a push-up position.

You grin, already moving to straddle his back, your weight settling over his strong frame. His muscles twitch slightly at the added pressure, but he barely hesitates before he starts. Smooth, controlled movements—like you weigh nothing at all.

“Still too easy?” you tease, resting your chin in your palm.

Iwaizumi huffs, but there’s a smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

You shift your weight slightly, adjusting your position, and he grunts at the change in balance. His arms flex harder, veins popping against his skin as he continues his reps. Your fingers absentmindedly trail over his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin, the power beneath it.

“Enjoying the view?” he asks, voice steady despite the strain.

“Very much.” You don’t even try to deny it.

After he finishes his set, you hop off and watch as he moves to the bench press. This time, you’re his spotter, standing at the head of the bench while he lies beneath the bar. His arms extend, lifting the weight effortlessly, but you stay close, hands hovering just in case.

Not that you think he needs it.

His gaze flickers up to yours between reps, and there’s something almost playful in his eyes. “You’re supposed to focus on the bar, not my face.”

“I am focused. Just not on the bar.”

Iwaizumi lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head before racking the weight. He sits up, sweat dripping down his temple, and you hand him his water bottle. He takes a sip, then leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looks at you.

“You should train with me sometime,” he says, wiping the sweat off his face with his shirt—giving you an absolutely unfair glimpse of his abs in the process.

“I am training,” you counter, gesturing to yourself. “Moral support is a very important part of the gym experience.”

He rolls his eyes, but you don’t miss the small smile that tugs at his lips. “Yeah, yeah. You just wanna sit there and look pretty while I do all the work.”

“Exactly,” you say, beaming. “And you love it.”

He doesn’t argue. Instead, he reaches out, tugging you closer by the waist until you’re standing between his legs. His fingers drum lightly against your hip as he looks up at you, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“I do,” he admits, voice low. “But if you’re gonna keep distracting me, I might have to start making you work out with me.”

You pretend to consider it, then shake your head. “Nope. I think I’ll stick to my role.”

Iwaizumi chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to your stomach before standing up. “Fine. But if you’re gonna sit there looking pretty, at least count my reps.”

You grin, hopping onto a nearby bench to continue watching him train.

Best gym session ever.

The late afternoon sun spilled golden streaks through the dusty windows of Shiratorizawa Academy’s old music room. Dust motes danced lazily in the beams of light, and the faint hum of volleyballs being spiked in the distance was like a distant heartbeat—steady, familiar, and comforting. But for Semi Eita, none of that mattered. His heart was racing far too fast, thumping wildly against his chest as if it was trying to escape.

Across from him, you sat on one of the worn chairs, your bag slouched at your feet, an easy smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Semi’s hands were clammy, fingers brushing over the cool strings of his guitar. He wasn’t nervous about the chords—they were etched into his muscle memory. No, what terrified him was you.

You were about to become the first person to hear his music.

“I-I mean, it’s nothing special,” he mumbled, trying to sound casual, but his voice betrayed him with a nervous hitch. “I just… thought maybe you'd want to hear it. Or not. You don’t have to.”

You tilted your head slightly, your smile softening into something that made his heart stutter even more. “Eita, I’d love to hear it.”

That was it. No backing out now.

He took a deep breath, fingers finding the first chord—familiar yet foreign under the weight of your attention. His voice, low and a little rough around the edges, wavered only for the first few words. But as the melody flowed, the lyrics wrapped around the room like a fragile confession.

The song wasn’t perfect. His voice cracked slightly on the bridge, and he fumbled a chord near the end. But it was real. Every line was stitched with feelings he’d been too scared to say out loud—how your laughter felt like the first day of spring, how your presence made his world brighter even on the grayest days, how just seeing you turned the ordinary into something extraordinary.

When the last note faded, leaving only the quiet hum of his racing heart, he finally dared to look up. You were staring at him, eyes shimmering with something he couldn’t quite read—until you spoke.

“That was beautiful,” you whispered, voice soft like the song’s final note. “Eita… did you write that about… me?”

His face flushed instantly, ears burning bright red. Semi looked down, fiddling with his guitar strings, mumbling, “Maybe. I mean—yeah. Probably. I guess.”

Silence settled for a heartbeat before you stood, crossing the small distance between you two. You gently took the guitar from his hands, setting it aside before kneeling in front of him. His breath caught.

“I’m really glad you showed me,” you said softly. Then, with a courage he didn’t know he deserved, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, right where the blush bloomed the fiercest.

Semi felt like he was floating. Like he was still caught in the chorus of his song, wrapped in a melody only you and he could hear.

And in that tiny, dusty music room, under the golden hues of the setting sun, Semi Eita realized that maybe—just maybe—the scariest songs to sing were the ones that mattered most.