#december countdown

a/n: hey you! its december 15, 8 days before christmas ! updating this masterlist everyday for ot13 ig ! update starts tomorrow =]

warnings: none. just fluff in each chapter. so yeah ig anyone is allowed to read this :]

MASTERLIST SEVENTEEN X READER

c. seungcheol – snowman (sia)

tags: seungcheol x reader, seungcheol fluff, seventeen fanfiction, holiday au, snowman au, christmas love story, domestic fluff, bittersweet love, long distance relationship, happy ending, romance, reader insert, cozy vibes genre: fluff, romance, holiday au, slice of life warnings: mild emotional moments (bittersweet themes around distance), excessive cuteness and fluff (reader discretion advised), no major angst (just warm feelings and happy tears) wc: 2757 (heh)

y. jeonghan – last christmas (ariana grande)

tags: jeonghan x reader, jeonghan fluff, seventeen fanfiction, holiday au, ex au, christmas love story, fluff, bittersweet love, exes to lovers(?), happy ending, romance, reader insert, cozy vibes. kisses (mwuah) genre: romance, fluff, christmas, holiday au, slice of life, really mild angst warnings: none (it’s pretty wholesome, so unless you have themes of anxiety or past trauma you have with past relationships, there should be no need for any major warnings) wc: 3050 (xp)

h. joshua – mistletoe (justin bieber)

tags: joshua x reader, holiday au, christmas love story, snowball fight, mistletoe kiss, fluff, romance, cozy vibes, snow angels, warmth in the cold, friends to lovers, slow burn, winter vibes genre: romance, fluff, holiday/christmas au, friendship, humor warnings: none (this is a fluff-filled story with light teasing and playful moments) wc: 3702

w. junhui – baby it’s cold outside (michael bublé)

tags: jun x reader, snowstorm au, domestic vibes, movie night, pining, slow burn, fluffy ending, reader insert, cozy romance, winter love genre: fluff, romance warnings: none. just soft, wholesome vibes and playful banter wc: 2859

k. soonyoung – you make it feel like christmas (gwen stefani, blake shelton)

j. wonwoo – santa baby (ariana grande)

l. jihoon – i’ll be home for christmas (michael bublé)

l. seokmin – this christmas (chris brown)

k. mingyu – santa tell me (ariana grande)

x. minghao – santa doesn’t know you like i do (sabrina carpenter)

b. seungkwan – santa, can’t you hear me (kelly clarkson, ariana grande)

c. vernon – all i want for christmas is you (mariah carey)

l. chan – winter things (ariana grande)

a/n: it's a december event until the 24th! (christmas eve) exactly 8 days before christmas. (this is more like my countdown lol) i hope yall look forward to it :]

No idea if this is going to work, but here goes. I was looking for Christmas related prompts to try and work on fic writing. I wasn't totally happy with the ones that I found so decided to leave it to a random word generator in the hopes that I might get some inspiration so lets see where (if anywhere) this goes. This will be a BoTW AU where the whole gang works in the same office (for now called Sheikah Corp cause I'm not very creative). Urbosa is the Events Coordinator and is therefore responsible for organising events such as the office Christmas party. She's been doing the job for a number of years though and her inspiration is running dry this year. She decides to set up a suggestions box to see if her colleagues can provide any useful ideas (she doubts it). I'm hoping that the random words generated may provide some ideas for the suggestions the others may make. I'm VERY open for suggestions if anyone has any ideas/prompts or anything that may help with this. Not really felt like writing a lot recently so hoping something unstructured with no real goal or purpose may help. 🤔😊 First drabble under the cut!

Before, when I looked back, there was no one behind me. But when I look back now, you’re always there.

Bokuto Kotaro loved girls. It doesn’t matter what they were like: short or tall, slim or chubby, with blonde hair or with black hair, with skin as white as snow or with cocoa coloured skin. He sincerely believed that all girls in this world are very cute. And also thought that there is nothing better than cute girls supporting him. 

Of course, Bokuto thought that you’re very very cute girl, when he met you for the first time. He immediately wanted to get close to you so that you would support him.

- So, (Name)-chan isn’t Tsum-Tsum’s girlfriend? - asked Bokuto, cross his arms over his chest, after you left.

- Well, - Atsumu drawled. - That’s just for now! It’s only a matter of time before she’s mine. So, Bokkun, I wouldn’t advise ya to fall in love wi-

- So, she could be my girlfriend! - Bokuto said, clearly not listening.

- Please, - Atsumu lowered his shoulders. - Listen to what people tell ya, Bokkun.

You got along really fast. And Bokuto was happy: there’s one more very cute girl, who always supports him. But there was something different about the way you supported him. Something made you different from the girls who supported him before.

You always were with me, when I felt down.

You sat next to him and said comforting words, rubbing slow circles on his back, when he was upset after a crushing defeat. You didn’t do anything special, but Bokuto got goosebumps from every your touch.

- Don’t mind, Kou! - you stroked his head with cute smile. - There will be a next win!

Bokuto looked at you with eyes wide open and thought that you’re the cutest  girl in this world.

You always were with me, if I was in pain. 

- (Name)-chan, get an ambulance! - screamed Hinata in panic, jumping around Bokuto. - Bokuto-san screwed up a backflip and now he’s not moving!

- Maybe it’s for the best? - Sakusa said standing off to the side.

- C'mon, Omi-kun! Do you always gotta be all prickly ‘bout everything? What are you, a sea urchin? - Atsumu tried to defuse the situation, but particularly froze them up by his words.

You took a deep breath, looking at a chaotic situation: Bokuto still didn’t move, Sakusa still stood apart, Hinata tried to cheer up depressed Atsumu. And then you walked calmly over to Bokuto and helped him sit up carefully.

- Are you okay? - you began to gently brush the dust off Bokuto, while he was sitting there silently, unable to take his eyes off you. - Kou? - you tilt your head and blinked. 

- Ah! - Bokuto came to his senses, blushing a little. - Yeah, I’m fine.

- Please, be careful next time, Kou!

When did I start thinking you were the cutest girl in the world?

Bokuto missed the moment when only your presence at the match became important to him. Only your support was important to him. No matter how many people clapped for him, it didn’t matter if you weren’t there. No matter how many girls were around him, he thought  they weren’t so cute. No one was as cute as you. 

Contrary to popular opinion Bokuto wasn’t a shallow person. He was emotionally mature young man, as far as this could be said about Bokuto, and realized quickly: he loves you. And he wanted to  to tell you about it. That you’re the cutest girl in this world, that he loves you. 

He only had one question: how?

But the confession came out of him by itself. His team played a great match and won. Mostly because Bokuto’s amazing spikes. He’s been doing so far so well today. Too well. 

- Congratulations! - you ran to Bokuto and hugged him. 

He picked you up and spun you around, while you were congratulating and laughing. You looked so happy and cute, Bokuto stopped, looked looked straight into your eyes, still holding you in his arms, and said: “I love you” with cute excited blush.

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A/n: I believe in Bokuto supremacy. We stan the ultimate owl king here.

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He basically shouts it, too excited to hold back any longer while your hands are still wrapped around his thick neck. Your jaw drops- and your cheeks heat up when you realize how many people turned around, curiously eyeing the two of you- but even more when you realize how close your bodies actually are.

“Kou- can… can we go to the locker rooms?” you stutter nervously, and his big puppy eyes beam when he effortlessly picks you up in bridal style and carries you to a less crowded place. You shriek in surprise and cling onto his body with both arms, but he just grins and chuckles. “Don’t worry, I’d never let you fall.” 

You know that he’s right. He would never let you fall, he’s way too careful with you- despite all the teasing comments, about how thoughtless he always was. 

You bury your face into his broad chest, feeling his steady and strong heartbeat against your cheek- comforting you and calming you down. He is not even exhausted after the game, and carrying you now also seems to be a piece of cake to him- that’s your Kou.

“Don’t worry. You’re with me. I will always protect you.” his comforting voice reaches your ears, and that’s when you realize that you’re already in the locker room. He manages to close the door with his foot and to sit down on the bench, moving your body until you’re situated on his lap. 

His eyes search for yours, and you shyly return his intense gaze. He loves you. He really loves you. The man, who made you fall for him with his very first smile actually loves you. 

“Y/n, I love you. I meant it.” he seems more calm now, but his arms that still hold you tightly are trembling. His face is so close, you can see every single movement and expression, and you feel a how the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. It’s his gentle and comforting smile that makes your heart flutter, and you’re basically melting in his arms, thankful for his support, cause otherwise you would probably have fainted. He nervously bites his lips while he waits for you response, obviously not sure about what to do now.

But little does he know that you love him too. How could you not fall for the adorable and energetic wing spiker with the cutest smile, and the most adorable laugh you have ever heard? He makes you happy- and you’re certain that you make him happy too- he is very open when it comes to his emotions. He is the one person, you could always lean on- not just literally, but whenever you face any difficulties. Bokuto would always do his best to support you, never expecting something in return, cause he is just an honest and good soul. You fell for his kindness, his positivity, his- everything.

“Kou… I love you too.” it feels like a weight got taken from your shoulders, you feel relived and happy when you finally say these words out loud. You thought so many times about confessing, and you waited patiently for the right moment- but it seems like he took the initiative instead.

He grins triumphantly before he slowly brings his hand to your face to cup your cheek. “My y/n.” His words send a shiver down your spine, and you forget how to breathe, when his face suddenly moves closer to yours, his expression unusually serious- only making him more handsome. 

“Can I? I don’t want to rush things, but I really want to kiss you right now.” his ears turn red, a sign of how much he gets flustered by your near too. And that’s one thing you love about him too. He is always honest, he doesn’t need to play games with you. You can read him like an open book, but you know that he also knows what’s going on inside of you. 

And when you whisper a breathless yes, he doesn’t hesitate, but connects your lips- in a deep and loving kiss. 

Epilogue:

You’re still in his arms, his thumb softly caressing your cheek while he looks into your eyes- both of you still trying to process what just happened.

“Bokkun? Ya have been in there for a while, and I haven’t heard anyone cryin’- are ya okay in there?” Atsumu knocks on the door, and Bokuto quickly stands up, with you still in his arms- and you almost getting a heart attack at the sudden movement.

You would have to get used to this- this will probably not be the last time, when he catches you off-guard.

“Look, Tsum-Tsum! She loves me too! Y/n said, she loves me!” his loud laugh echoes through the locker room, and you can’t help yourself but chuckle happily into his chest too. 

Atsumu’s eyes widen, but he quickly clears his throat and smiles.

“I’m happy for ya two.”

You’re not sure if Bokuto is saying these words to himself, or to you, but he doesn’t turn his eyes from you when he speaks.

I hated the fairy tale of «Beauty and the Beast», until I met you.

Tendou was used to the fact that everyone thinks he’s scary. They think he’s a monster. They saw the monster in him, without thinking about who he really was. But Tendou didn’t worry about it. His teammates respected him, his enemies feared him, and he even had friends. That’s all that matters. Until he met you.

- Woah! Is this the new Shonen Jump?! - said Tendou loudly, pointing to the magazine sticking out of your bag, while he and some Shiratorizawa volleyball club boys were walking you to their school. You were the manager of the team they were going to have a practice match with. 

- Yes, - you smiled and pulled the magazine out of your bag. - Do you want to see it? - and handed him Shounen Jump.

- Yahoo! - Tendou happily snatched it out of your hands. - Thanks! Today I won’t have to wait for Wakatoshi-kun to finish reading all of the ads!

- Satori, you’re funny, - looked you at him after a short laugh.

It’s a pity that your opinion won’t last long.

But contrary to his expectations, you continued to smile warmly at him even after the match was over. You weren’t disappointed by him because of his behavior, his guess-blocks or poking fun at your team. You just shook his hand with cute smile and said: «You’re really amazing! Let’s play one more time, Satori!». And Tendou felt that his brain stopped working for a moment.

- Yea, yea, I also was happy to play with you, - said Suna very dry, and then he gently pulled your hand out of Tendou’s and shook his hand himself. - Here, you can shake my hand too.

As time went on, he was dreading the moment that you would finally say that you found him disgusting and scary. But you just talked with him about manga and volleyball, hang out with him sometimes and didn’t even think to stop. 

Maybe even a monster like me can be loved by someone?

- So, Wakatoshi-kun, I move to France! - said Tendou, when Ushijima saw him off at the airport.

- Okey.

- I’ll settle there and then I’ll confess (Name)-chan and take her to France! 

- Okey, good luck.

- Wait, Wakatoshi-kun, «good luck», that’s it?! You fall for her too! You should have said something like «I won’t lose!» or «She’ll be mine!», shouldn’t you?

- I’m sure that she’ll be mine, but I thought I’d cheer you up. Because we’re best friends. 

- As straightforward as usual, Wakatoshi-kun, - Tendou slumped of his shoulders. - Well, see you, Wakatoshi-kun! - and he left with these words. 

Tendou worked hard in France. He was just hoping you were still single and didn’t forget about him. Tendou tried to chat with you every day and send you his signature chocolate every month. 

Please, don’t forget about me, (Name)-chan.

But you, finally, were here, in France. You came to visit Tendou together with Ushijima. And, to be honest, Satori felt that he was over the moon. You, his love, and Wakatoshi-kun, his best friend came just to visit him. What could be better?

- Mr. Tendou, we all know that you are a talented chocolatier, - asked him interviewer, while he was filming a show in his shop. - Please tell us what inspires you?

- I made these sweets thinking about one person, - smiled Tendou, leaning back in the chair. His eyes found you unnoticed. - I thought that I want her to eat them and think about me. I wanted her to remember me. 

- Does this mean that your heart is already taken? - surprised interviewer. - May I ask who she is?

- Of course! - he got up from the chair quickly and was next to you in a moment. - Here is she! - he put his arm around your shoulders and smiled. - My heart is taken by her, my beloved (Name)-chan.

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Your jaw drops when he suddenly pulls you close, his arm gently resting on your shoulders. Did he just- confess? In an live interview?? 

This is the most Tendou-esque thing he has ever done.

You burst out in laughter after a few moments of silence. Everyone looks at you surprised, only Tendou’s lips are still curled into a wide smile. You boldly reach for his free hand and squeeze it tightly. 

“Yes, and he has my heart too.” you face him when you say these words, your gaze locking with his, when you shyly bite your lips after your confession. His eyes slightly widen, the only physical reaction to your words, the only evidence for his relief, but his expression is so incredibly soft and full of adoration when his gaze rests on your face.

You freeze when his lips suddenly meet your cheeks, leaving a tickling feeling where he just pecked you. How can you pretend to be cool after this??

Tendou turns to the reporter again, who tries to regain his composure, but he can hardly hide his surprise. He clears his throat before he speaks, his gaze nervously shifting between the two of you.

“Uhm- I must confess that I did not expect this. Mr. Tendou, you are well-known for surprises and unpredictable actions during interviews. Can we expect more public appearances with your partner? And would you mind introducing her to us? I’m sure that our viewers are very curious about the woman, who managed to get Satori Tendou’s heart.”

He grins mischievously while he answers. “Oh, of course! You can expect to see her around me all the time, she just has a hard time resisting my charms-”

“Hey-” you slightly smack his chest. “Who is the simp here? Who confessed first?” 

“Simp? Did you just call me simp on live TV?” he places his hand on his chest and pretends to be shocked, but you know him better than that. 

“I did. What will you do about it?” You teasingly grin. 

That’s one of the many things you love about him. He always makes you smile, his lightheartedness makes your heart swell with affection. With him you’re braver than you ever thought you could be. He gives you confidence, he makes you believe in yourself by believing in you too. You’re just hopelessly in love with him. And your heart pounds heavily in your chest when he leans closer to you.

“Oh? How about I show them your expression after our first kiss?” his breath meets your lips, and you have a hard time to process his words when he looks at you like this.

“After our-” he stops you by pressing his lips against yours, firm, yet soft, moving slowly and lovingly against yours. He holds you, like you’re made of glass, and your arms instinctively wrap around his neck. It’s a very intimate moment, and you forget about the cameras around you when he holds you in his arms, it’s just the two of you right now.

Tendou slowly pulls back, his gaze still locked with yours.

You have nothing to worry about with him by your side- with the man you’ve always loved since you met him.

Epilogue:

He laughs while he wraps his arm around your shoulders again. You’re on your way home, still processing what just happened during that interview. He confessed- and he kissed you. 

And he finally knows about your feelings too.

“I can’t believe that we just improvised that whole interview without talking about it to me before.” A chuckle leaves his lips at your words, and he suddenly stops and turns you around until you face him. He leans down until your foreheads almost touch, and you can feel your body heat up at his sudden near.

“S-Satori-” you stutter, unable to think clearly when he’s this close to you.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?” your voice is too high-pitched, and you’re certain that he notices.

“I meant everything I said. Did you- mean it too? Or did you just play along?” there is a hint of insecurity in his eyes, he is searching for any signs of regret in your face- but he finds none.

“Satori. If I didn’t love you back, I would not have let you kiss me during a live interview. I love you. Please accept my feelings too.”

He smiles happy and quickly pecks your lips again before he fishes for his phone. “I not only accept them, but I return them. I love you. But give me a second, my phone is ringing non-stop - They probably want to congratulate me to my beautiful and adorable girlfriend.”  

You frown at his words, noticing that your phone also vibrates in your bag.

“Wait- my phone is also flooded with messages. How do they know?”

“I told all of my friends to watch it, because there will be a surprise. I maybe told your friends too.”

You’re the first person I’ve ever touched without any hesitation.

This year’s National Training Camp was more difficult for Sakusa than usual. Wakatoshi-kun wasn’t there, instead, there were the headaches - a bunch of rude newbies. The only normal person among them was you. You always looked neat and tidy, did your job with full dedication and respected his personal preferences. Sakusa was impressed, when, during the break, you handed him a towel that smelled antibacterial laundry detergent. 

- This’s important to you, right? - you smiled at his surprise. - Taking care of the players is my work as manager. I want to be the best manager for my team! 

I would like to have the manager like you in my team.

- Omi, I bring you your today’s statistics! - you waved the stack of paper, while was going to him. During this time, Sakusa was doing wall drill, but he stopped, when he heard your voice, and turned to you.

- Here, - you handed him the statistics. - Good work today! 

- Thank you, - he took the stack from your hands carefully and looked at you. 

You look so wholesome and unsullied. Your hair looks so soft and clean…

At the same moment, without realizing it, Sakusa felt mesmerized, held out his hand to you and patted you on the head. Your eyes widened because of his unexpected gesture, and he pulled his hand away, feeling a strange flutter in his chest. 

- Sorry, - Sakusa muttered, looking away. - It's late. I go to the bathroom, - and then he left, leaving you at a loss. 

What’s happening to me?

Over time, his feelings towards you only grew. And one day, when you as usual dealt with daily chaos in MSBY, while Sakusa was standing apart and looking at you, he realized that he loves you. That he wants to marry you and be with you all his life. And he wanted to tell you. That he wants to be with you all his life.

- (Name), shall we have dinner after practice? 

- Sure. All together?

- No, alone.

And now you were sitting opposite him in an expensive restaurant where there was nobody but the two of you. Sakusa kept his cool expression, only the shaking cutlery in his hands showed how worried he was.

- Thank you for inviting me, Omi! - you smiled brightly. - But I didn’t expect us to go to such a luxurious place. Isn’t that too much? 

No, (Name), you deserve the world.

- Don’t worry, it’s nothing, -  Sakusa answered while he was eating calmly. - Besides, you’re here for a reason.

- For a reason? - you tilted your head questioningly.

Sakusa steeled himself, put down the cutlery, you did the same, wiped his mouth carefully with a napkin and looked at you. 

- Yes, I want to tell you that I love you. And I want to be with you all my life.

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You gulp hard, his intense gaze still resting on your face, observing your reaction meticulously, yet patiently. He’s silently waiting for your answer, giving you as much time as you need to sort out your thoughts.

The dimmed candle light illuminates his bare face, and you can’t help but to think how handsome he looks in his suit, especially without his mask on. He prepared all of this, he got dressed up, he even did one of the things you always had to convince him to, namely eating out voluntarily- just for you. 

You long ago accepted that the person, who ever manages to get his heart must be someone special. And as much as you loved him, you always assumed it was not mutual. It’s just impossible to read the dark-haired setter - especially with the mask always covering his face. And whenever he touched you, he always ran away- what should you think about that? But why did he even bother to touch you in the first place? He gave you mixed signals, and you found yourself falling harder with every day you saw him.

You tried to suppress your feelings, to ignore how your skin seems to tickle even days after he touched your bare arm- or how you get excited whenever he sends you a goodnight message, or how his gaze always shifts to you when he managed an extremely difficult spike. You purposely ignored it all, hoping that your feelings would fade, but they only grew stronger, your heart now fluttering hopefully at his words.

“Omi- are you- do you mean it? With me?” you’re embarrassed when you notice that your voice is just a squeak, and you shyly avert his gaze.

He is silent for a second, his face showing a mix of emotions, until his gaze hardens with determination. He gets up, not breaking eye contact with you, when he rounds the table with two long steps until he stands right before you. 

You look at him confused, but then he slowly raises his hands, his palms facing you, offering you to take them. 

“Would I do this, if I didn’t mean it?”

His dark orbs still rest on your face, and you feel so bare and vulnerable at the sudden intimate gesture. You know how much he trusts you to do this- showing you that he is serious in the most unyielding way. You never saw him voluntarily touch someone- hell, he even refused Hinata’s high-fives in the beginning. And now he wants you to take his hands? Without making you sanitize them first?

“Omi, are you sure? You don’t have to do this. You don’t need to prove anything to me, I’ll still believe you.” you clear your throat and lift your hands until they rest right above his, not touching him yet though. 

Sakusa doesn’t bother to respond, instead, he takes one last deep breath before he wraps his hands around yours and pulls you on your feet. His hands are warm and gentle, his hold firm, yet soft. 

“Let me say it again. I love you. Only you. And I promise to make you happy, if you gave me the chance to. I would do everything for you. Do you accept my feelings?” his deep baritone vibrates through your body, and he pulls you closer until your chest almost touches his.

Tears fill your eyes at his words, and you only manage to nod while you squeeze his hands tightly. “Yes- Omi, I love you too.” 

You don’t to say more, when he wordlessly pulls you into a hug, your hearts beating as one now.

Epilogue:

“Omi, I got us two sanitizers, one for the carry-on baggage, and one for my suitcase. They have two different smells, which one do you prefer? I’ll put that one in my carry-on baggage for the flight then.” 

You show him both bottles with a smile- but almost drop them when he pulls you closer with a serious expression. “Omi, careful-” 

Sakusa smiles, before he slowly leans down to kiss you. It’s not the first time you two kiss, but it always feels like your very first one. His lips gently move against yours while his hands rest on the low of your back, holding you steady and close. You wrap your arms around his neck, the bottles still in your hands, but that doesn’t stop you from returning the kiss passionately. You can feel him grin against your lips, he is always amused by the way you react to physical touches.

Is there anyone in this world who could love me just the way I am? Without a perfect hairstyle and sweet talk. If this person exists, I would like to meet her as soon as possible.

The idea that no one accept him just the way he is seemed so real to Oikawa that he believed it one day. And then he withdrew into himself and stopped believing that someone could love him. Really, who needs a boyfriend who’s crazy about volleyball like him?

But now he sat in the kitchen at the house of girl he had only seen a couple of times. He hadn’t perfect hairstyle, he was wearing some strange bathrobe, and, to be honest, he was silent. A lot of painful incidents happened recently, Oikawa just didn’t have energy to sweet talks.

But this girl looked like it didn’t matter to her. She just prepared him dinner and hot tea to keep him warm, talked with him and smiled warmly. 

“I don't believe that such a talented and amazing player like you conceded to others in everything”. She said this words when Oikawa shared with her his feelings about his future volleyball career. It was weird, but he believed just her, despite the fact that many people had told him this before.

The night Oikawa spent at her house, he promised himself that he would become stronger, win Olympic medal and then confess her. It was weird, but at that moment he thought that she was this anyone who accept him just the way he is.

- You look unusually happy. What happened in Hyogo with you? - asked him Iwaizumi, when he saw Oikawa off at the airport. - Well~ It’s a secret! - Do you want me to hit you?  - Iwa-chan, you promise to hit me even I’m leaving you? It's cruel! But… I think I found something important to me. Just look at me, I won’t lose! 

Oikawa didn’t forget his promise he made to himself and the world. He stood on the Olympic stage with his strongest team, he became stronger, she also was here. All he had to do was win.

Only look at me, (Name). I became stronger because of you. I wanted to impress you. I wanted you to be proud of me. So look at my victory. 

- Oikawa-san, congratulations on the win! Could you say a few words about how you feel at this moment? In addition, we all look forward to your confess, which you promised to do, - interviewer gave Oikawa the microphone at the award ceremony. 

Oikawa picked up the microphone happily.

- Well, it was a long and difficult journey, - he began his speech with a soft smile. - I’m grateful to everyone who was with me and supported me. But there is a person in this hall who makes it possible for me to stand here now. She gave me the confidence when I doubted. I became so strong just because of her. I was able to get through it all because of her. This person is you, (Name), - he turned his loving gaze on her. - I love you. I always have. You will make me the happiest person in the world if you respond to my feelings.

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All eyes immediately turn to you.

Everyone gasps for air, looking at you with wide opened jaws. You hear whispers of your name, people taking quietly about what just happened, about you, while you’re the only one still staring at Oikawa. 

He looks at you with his usual smile- but you can see his knuckles turning white around the mic by the force he uses to hold it. He might seem relaxed and like a confident king - but you know that he is just Oikawa right now. The Oikawa you know. The Oikawa, who works hard, who showed you his vulnerable side- and the Oikawa you fell in love with. 

It was the determination in his eyes, the passion in his actions- but also his lightheartedness and his genuine and happy smile that made you fall for him. You came to love so many things about Oikawa that you could probably fill books about it, but the thought that he returns your feelings… You didn’t even dare to think about it back then- but now he confessed. He returns your feelings.

Your body moves without you thinking, and before you realize what’s going on, you’re already running towards him on your heels- your eyes getting wet and your heart almost exploding in your chest. He freezes for a second, and the next second the mic already falls to the ground, and he’s jumping down the podium to run towards you- both of you not caring about the people watching you two excitedly.

“Tooru-” you gasp his name when you finally stand in front of him. His relaxed smile turns into a serious expression, and his hands twitch, but he forces himself to hold them still.

“Are you- are you serious?” you whisper, not trusting your voice at this point. Your cheeks are burning, and you nervously bite your lip while you wait for his answer.

“Yes. I’m serious. Y/n, I love you. I want to make you mine- and mine only.” his lips curl into a smile when he says these words, and his face is full of adoration when he finally takes your hands. 

“Will you be mine, y/n?”

There is only one answer to this- and you feel a warmth rushing through your body when you say it.

“Yes. I love you too, Tooru.”

His gives you the happiest smile you have ever seen, and a relieved sigh leaves his lips. But he suddenly turns serious and leans down to whisper in your ear.

“I’d love to kiss you now- do you mind some audience for our first kiss?” 

“You want to- right here?” your eyes widen in surprise, but his hands wander to your waist and he looks into your eyes again. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” you answer without hesitation, not even having to think about it twice. 

“Okay.” he grins before he leans down with closed eyes- and you quickly shut yours too while you tilt your head to meet the kiss. His soft lips touch yours, and you hear the sound of a clapping crowd when you’re finally in the arms of the love of your life.

Epilogue:

“I’ll help you pack your things.” a teasing grin is on his face when he opens the car door for you. 

“Pack my- What do you mean?!” you look at him, and your jaw drops when he pulls two airport tickets out of his pocket- one of them with your name on it.

“I already planned ahead. I need to show you Argentina- you need to know where we’ll live together after all.”

“Tooru,” you laugh, admiring his confidence. “Shouldn’t you take me out to a date before you think about moving together? In Argentina??” 

He grins, softly caressing your cheek before he leans down, his lips only centimetres away from yours. “Don’t worry. We’ll have many, many dates, I promise. I will do everything for you, because I love you.” his voice is soft and unusual deep, causing a shiver runs down your spine when he looks at you like this.

“Say that again.” you whisper, hypnotized by the way his lips move when he says I love you. His eyes turn soft, and he pulls you even closer-

I’m grateful that I played volleyball. Because I got to meet you.

- Oh, what a cute little puppy, is it yours? - asked you with cute smile.

Hirugami couldn’t believe, the Goddess stood in front of his eyes. It took a second to realize that you were talking to him.

- Uhm… - he drawled, when he came to his senses. - Yea, he’s mine.

- Can I touch him? 

- Sure. 

- Woah, he’s so cute! - you squatted down and gently patted the dog. - What is his name?

- Kotarou.

- So, your name is Kotarou, - you turned to the puppy. He barked and licked your face. - Oh, you’re such a good boy! - you laughed and continued petting Kotarou.

Hirugami just watched you in silence, but his heart suddenly skipped a beat at your happy expression. He didn’t know why, but he started talking with you: - If you-

But he was interrupted by his brother,  who was approaching with a big smile on his lips:  - O, Sachirou, you’re already here! - Fukurou continued after the brothers had exchanged brief greetings. - I see you already met our temporary manager.

- Oh, are you Fukurou-san’s brother? - you stood up, when Fukurou came. - That means, - you blinked and looked at Sachirou. - You're Immovable Hirugami from Kamomedai? I didn’t recognize you. We have played against you several times. Did you want to ask me something? 

- No, nothing special, - Sachirou lost the desire to continue the conversation after the arrival of his brother. In addition, Fukurou was smiling as if he was already celebrating your wedding in his mind. 

- Well, Sachirou, you’ve come to Tokyo for a while, why don’t you come to visit me at practice tomorrow? - Fukuro’s grin became even more scary, but you didn’t seem to see any problem. - I’m sure, (Name)-chan will be also happy to see you again! Yes, (Name)-chan? 

- Yes, come, of course! - you smiled brightly, and petted Kotarou one more time. - I’ll happy to see you and Kotarou again! 

Thank you, (Name). I’ll come.

Communication with you, meetings at Sweden Adlers practice, walks with Kotaro together, all this was important for Sachirou. Although he didn’t think much of it at first. Until it’s time for him to go back to Hokkaido. 

Sachirou met you after practice with Kotarou and invited for a walk. And now he looked at you silently, while you were playing with Kotarou and laughing. It’s strange, but seeing the two of you having fun together had a calming effect on Hirugami. Before he knew it, he already smiled.

I don’t want to leave.

- Oy, Sachirou, don’t just stand there! Join to us! - you waved at him, smiling. You were a little out of breath, your cheeks were flushed from active games. You looked so cute that his brain stopped working for a few seconds. 

- Sachirou? - you walked up to Hirugami and waved your hand in front of him in disbelief. - Well, that’s real, Immovable Hirugami. 

- Sorry, (Name), - he apologized, when he came to his senses. - I was just thinking. I think, Kotarou really likes you.

And I like you too.    

After returning to his hometown, Sachirou couldn’t get the thought of you out of his head. He wanted to see you one more time. He wanted to show you his work. He wanted to walk with Kotarou together one more time. He wanted you to stay with him. He needed you.

- Hm~ That’s how, Sacchan! -  drawled his sister, while Sachiro was loading your picture with him and Kotaro on the phone screen. - So, I’m annoying when I and my boyfriend are being lovey-dovey. And you load cute photos of your girlfriend on your phone screen! I don’t know, you can be so whipped. 

- Please, stop calling me “Sacchan”, - Sachirou grimaced. - And she isn’t my girlfriend. Just a friend. 

- He~ - Shouko grinned with a sense of superiority. - So, Sacchan, if you upload photos of your friends to your phone screen, why don’t you load a Korai-kun’s photo instead of this one?

Oh, Nee-san… Can we stop here?

Sachirou was happy, when you came to visit him in Hokkaido. He was grateful to his brother when he brought you with him. And now you were standing in Sachirou’s room and looking at the photos on his desk. 

- Oh, you were so cute when you were child! - you smiled so soft when you looked at his photos, Sachirou’s heart fluttered. - O, and here you’re in middle school! You look quite intense here… But in this photo from uni you look happy! 

(Name), there’s something I want to tell you right now…

- (Name), - long like vine arms wrapped around you, holding your back against his body. - I love you.

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His voice sounds impossibly soft when he whispers your name with his lips right next to your ear, and his hot breath tickles the sensitive skin of your neck. You can’t see his face in your current position, but you don’t need to see him to know what he looks like- lips curled into a shy smile, his dark brows nervously furrowed and his cheeks having the slightest tint of pink in them. Your body unconsciously succumbs into his touch as you lean against him, feeling his broad chest against your back. He doesn’t falter for a second, only pulling you closer- the immovable indeed. 

Your breath gets stuck in your throat when you make an attempt to speak, but no words come out of your mouth. Say it back- say it back- echoes through your head, but it feels unreal, you’re caught so off-guard, that your thoughts are going crazy. It’s not helpful that he is still holding you close, his near distracting you and making it hard for you to think.

You’re in love with him too. 

Ever since you met for the very first time- you fell for him. The way he‘s always kind and caring to animals- he immediately melt your heart without even trying to. It‘s the same kindness and softness he always showed when he was with you. He teased you, and you teased him back- it was a cat and mouse game between the two of you, but in the end he always pulled you close and whispered sweet words of apology in your ear, not knowing about the effect he has on you. Not knowing how your heart pounds heavily, whenever he moves closer, or how the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. He makes your heart skip a beat, and you found yourself looking forward to each chance for you to meet him. But now he confessed- and his touch feels so natural, your body perfectly fitting into his arms that you just know: He’s the one.

Before you could answer, he already started to speak again, more quiet this time, his voice merely a whisper.

“Y/n- if you don’t return my feelings… It’s fine. I just wanted you to know. You don’t have to say anything.” 

Your heart pounds heavily in your chest, and your hands instinctively wrap around his big ones on your waist to keep him from pulling back. He freezes, clearly unable how to interpret your actions, not moving the slightest bit, while your hands still rest on his.

You turn around until you face him, ignoring the heat in your cheeks when you look him in the eyes. You bite your lip, but you can finally breathe normally again. His soft gaze sends a warmth through your body and you start to smile involuntarily. 

“I love you too.” 

His eyes widen, and his hands move to the low of your back to press you against his chest, his lips curling into the widest smile you have ever seen on him- a smile you never thought he was capable of.

But-

“I just wanted you to know.” you can’t resist to mockingly repeat his words while you try to keep a cool expression- causing him to take a sharp breath at your sudden comment.

“Did you just make fun of my confession?”

“I did. What are you gonna do about it? Seems like I’m your girlfriend now, I don’t have to be afraid of you.”

“Oh?” 

His face suddenly comes closer, until you almost kiss- but he stops, your lips just a heartbeat from each other’s apart. Your breath gets once again stuck in your throat, and you involuntarily move closer to close the distance- but he pulls back with a wide grin and pinches your cheek.

“Ouch!” you flinch back at the sudden sting, and he grins even wider.

“Gottcha.” 

“What?” you rub your cheek- he did not pinch you hard, but you still pout when you look at him, embarrassed about how easily it was for him to get the upper hand.

“You look cute when you’re flustered like this.”

“I’m not- Sachi, stop!”

You yelp and make an attempt to free yourself out of his arms, but his hand suddenly moves to your face, and you have no chance to respond before he connects your lips.

Your hands wrap around his neck and you get on your tip-toes, he is so tall after all- for your very first kiss .

Epilogue:

A sneeze echoes through the room, and you quickly pull back from Sachirou, hastily searching for the source of the sound.

“Shhh, they will hear us. You have to be quiet.” 

“I got the picture! I’ll send it to Atsumu, I’m sure he will freak out when he sees it. I told you, our Sachi is secretly a softie.”

“I want it too! He looked so happy, I’m gonna-” 

A deep groan leaves Sachirou’s lips when he turns to the door, not needing to open it to know who would await him at the other side. 

“Go away. I want some privacy.” The sound of hasty footsteps, walking away echoes through the room, while you press your face into his chest. His siblings are incredibly curious after all- and your cheeks heat up, when you think about how they probably witnessed the kiss. 

But Sachirou is not the slightest bit embarrassed- instead, he turns to you again, still with the same teasing grin on his lips when he leans down to you.

You’re the first person I feel so comfortable with. You’re the first girl I’ve ever gotten so close to. You’re the first girl I’ve ever fallen in love with.

When his peers were interested in toys, Kageyama was interested in volleyball. When his peers were interested in video games, Kageyama was interested in volleyball. And even when his peers started taking an interest in girls, Kageyama still was interested in volleyball. He had never been interested in such things. He lived a solitary life and he was comfortable with that. Until Kageyama met you. 

- Sorry to bother you, - asked you suddenly, while Kageyama and Chigaya were having dinner. You all were invited to the National Training Camp: you as a manager and assistant coach, Kageyama as a player. - I just want to give you your today’s statistics, - you sat down between them, put your food on the table, and handed them a stack of paper. - Please read this when you have time. You can ask me questions about statistic at any time.

First year. Manager. Data Analyst. (Name).

- Do you mind if I eat with you? - you smiled politely. Boys just muttered something like: “No”, and then you started having dinner. 

Kageyama looked at you sideways, then couldn’t resist looking the statistics. He was impressed, because the data were very accurate. 

- Successful sets and unsuccessful sets, how many serves did I, jumping height… Wow! There’s even tips for further trainings! - muttered Kageyama with a twinkle in his eyes, while he was becoming absorbed in reading. - And what is it?! - he practically shoved papers in your face. 

You pulled away from papers and looked at Kageyama, when he mumbled: “Sorry" with an air of embarrassment, because he realized that he got too carried away. 

- Don’t worry, - answered you with sweet smile, after a short laugh. - It’s statistic of your teamwork with other players. 

- Cool! Did you collect these data by yourself? - Chigaya asked in surprise, eyes were fixed on papers in his hands. 

- Of course! I’m Inarizaki manager after all, - you said this with considerable pride. 

It would be better if you were our manager.

- By the way, (Name)-san, - Kageyama approached and whispered in your ear with a worried expression on his face. - Why is Miya-san  looking at us so strangely?

You turned and glanced at Atsumu. He looked like he was ready to kill someone.

- Who knows… - answered you, puzzled. - Maybe, he wants to be your fried but has no idea, how to get closer? He has strange communication skills… 

- Oh… Really?..

This evening Kageyama felt uncomfortable in a new place with unfamiliar people. He tried to find a place where he could read statistics alone and write about it in his diary. But, finally, he found you, sitting in the hall with your tablet. For some reason, he hid behind the wall and peeked out again, watching you. You rubbed your eyes and kept working. 

She’s working so hard…

- Can I sit here? - Kageyama asked awkwardly, uncertainly fingering the paper in his hands.

- Sure, - you just smiled. 

For this time he always looked for you to sit together in silence, working on own business. Sometimes you and Kageyama exchanged a few words: about volleyball and statistic, mostly. You prised his diary when you knew about it, and he felt his cheeks were burning. One day you brought him a carton of milk and said: “This one for you. I just noticed that you drink milk every day”. His heart was beating so fast and loud, that Kageyama was worried if he was ill. 

Why do I feel like this?

- Here, this’s for you, - Kageyama put a bottle of iced tea next to you and turned away with a blush on his cheeks. - I just- I just…

- Thank you, Tobio! - smiled you brightly and opened the bottle. - You’re so kind!

His heart skipped a beat, and then began to beat faster. 

Why do I almost get a heart attack every time I talk with her?

- Are~ Tobio-kun, I didn’t know ya kept a diary, - Atsumu quickly snatched the diary out of his hands, while Kageyama was taking notes and sitting on a bench. - Well, what do we have here? 

- Please, return it…

But Miya didn’t listen to him, he struck a pose and began to read: - “Today (Name)-san gave me one more cartoon of milk and told about my statistic”… Statistic isn’t interestin’… O! "Today I felt bad: my heart was beating fast and my face was burning. I’ve to go for a checkup when I get back from training camp.“ - Atsumu started laughing.

- Return it! - Kageyama snatched the diary from Miya’s hands and held it tightly to his chest. His ears were red with embarrassment. - What’s funny? 

- Huh? - Atsumu stopped laughing, raised eyebrow and grinned. - Tobio-kun, ya ain’t ill. Ya have crush on (Name)-chan. 

 I’ve crush?.. On (Name)-san?.. 

- But such a goody-two-shoes doesn’t stand a chance against me. I’ve stronger opponents, than ya, - he left with triumphant smile. - See ya later, Tobio-kun!

Then Kageyama thought it was nothing. But now he understood that it made sense. The longer you knew each other, the deeper your connection became. And one day Kageyama just realized that he didn’t need anyone else but you. 

Yes, I’ve crush on (Name)-san.

He knew you were the only one. He’ll never have such a deep connection with anyone else if he loses you. Kageyama knew: he should confess you. He should do it before he leaves for Italy.

- (Name)-san, I’ll leave for Italy today, - Tobio called you. - Can we meet? I promise it won’t take long.

- Sure, - you answered. - See you!

And after a while, you were standing in front of Kageyama, waiting for his words. 

- (Name)-san, as you know, I’ll leave for Italy today, - he made a short pause and then continued: - Please, go with me!

- Huh? - you just blowed, your eyes widened. - This is very sudden. What is this all of a sudden? 

- Because, - Kageyama stopped and looked down. - Because I love you, - he looked you straight in the eye and said in one breath. - If you have feelings for me too, please, go with me, - he took your hand and put the ticket in. - The plane leaves tonight. I’ll wait for you.

And then, without a word, he turned and walked away quickly. So you won’t notice his blush.

____________________ 

You’re left alone with a ticket in your fluttering hands, your lips unable to form a response while you watch him walk away. 

He- he will wait for you?

You glance down to the ticket in your hands- the flight to Italy. Tonight.

To say that his confession surprised you would be an understatement- you expected many things when he suddenly pulled you with him, but not a confession. 

He didn’t even gave you the chance to say it back. Just these three words- you want him to hear them. You need him to know that the feeling is mutual, that you love him too, that you also have feelings for him. 

And you don’t want him to leave you. You don’t want to imagine how your life would be without the black-haired setter, who easily found a way into your heart- with his stoic persistence, with his adorable and awkward smile- but it’s the cutest smile you have ever seen. The way he always gently reaches for your hand when he leads you through crowded places, making sure that you don’t get lost- or how he remembers your favorite drink from the vending machine and always gets one for you too.

You love him- and you don’t want this to end- hell, it didn’t even started, you didn’t even have a proper date yet. You can’t let him go like this- and that’s the only thought in your mind when you pack your suitcase- with just enough clothes for a few days, but you will figure the rest out. You cannot just move with him today, but you need to spend time with him to figure out where you want this to go. 

Your hands nervously shake when you get into the cab, and you once again hold the ticket in your hands.

He’ll wait for you. 

You see his familiar figure from afar- his dark hair hidden under a basecap, and a pair of dark sunglasses on his nose. Is he trying to hide from someone?

“Tobio,” you hesitantly say, while you tap on his shoulder. He turns around, facing you, staring at you for a few seconds- before he instantly wraps his arms around you. “Y/n,” he whispers, one of his hands buried in your hair, while the other rests on the low of your back. “You came.” You involuntarily hold your breath, his sudden near making you shy, but also comfortable.

“I love you too.” 

Your cheeks heat up when you confess-  and a relived sigh leaves his lips. He slightly pulls back after a while, just enough to look at you, a genuine smile curling his lips upwards, while his eyes are still covered by the glasses. “I was hoping you would come.” 

“You weren’t sure then? But you didn’t even gave me enough time to speak after you confessed.” you accusingly look at him, but your gaze turns soft when you look at him with the glasses on. It reminds you of the day he tried to sneak into the Inarizaki volleyball practice back when you were still a manager. But you’re an adult now, you both are- and you might not know what the future holds for you, but you want to be with him. With the man you love. 

But...

“Tobio.”

“Yes?”

“Please take off the glasses. You look like a criminal.”

“But-” he helplessly looks at you, and you chuckle at his startled expression.

“Wait. Keep them on. You stole my heart after all.” 

Epilogue:

“Is that Tobio Kageyama? With a girlfriend?”

“Who is she? Kageyama-san, could you please state your relationship to this woman?”

“Mr. Kageyama, please look at this direction!”

You’re both met with flashlights of cameras and Kageyama protectively places his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer. 

“I’m sorry. I should have known that they would be even in Italy after the game yesterday. Just pretend that they are not here.” 

“It’s okay.” you give him a beaming smile and pull him down to you to whisper in his ear. His face lights up excitedly when he understands what you just said.

“Are you sure?” he looks deep into your eyes to search for any signs of hesitation- but he can’t find any.