#haikyuuu

kuroo who always drops what he’s doing to hang out with you. practice, school, chores, you name it. you call his name and he’s there.

kuroo who introduced you to the team for the first time as ‘his gorgeous girlfriend y/n’. because it’s true. he loves you’re long long hair. elbow length in the back.

kuroo who will bring you on fancy dates. and doesn’t care who judges him for spending so much on you.

kuroo who spoils you an buys you whatever you want without thinking. in an instant. “you bought her designer heels??!! kuroo are you out of your fucking mind-“ yaku screams at him while all he can think about is how your face lit up.

kuroo who will chill inside with you if you get overwhelmed. or overstimulated. and he isn’t leaving for the bad parts. he doesn’t judge. he’s just here for you.

childhood best friend kageyama who doesn’t know where it all started.

i mean, since when did you suddenly become so.. genetically pleasing to look at? (his words.) i mean, you were always pretty, but something about you after this sudden predicament of his made it all so different.

and why are all the things you liked, —from snacks, accessories, and etcetera, all stashed away in some hidden drawer in his room?

he doesn’t know why and how these things even came to be.

oh, poor him, not knowing why he’s getting so agitated and temperamental at your gawking over to some celebrity crush of yours as he watches you hang up posters of said crush.

“he’s not even all that. he’s probably a horrible person behind those cameras.. don’t trust what you see.” he says, sitting at your newly decorated room. tsk. this room was way better when you didn’t pay attention to those lame male celebrities.

as you protest and defend your new crush, kageyama can’t help but notice the shine in your eyes, accentuating the already beautiful colour that rested in it. stupid sunlight beam coming from your slightly open blinds.

he merely scoffs,

not because of your nonsensical (his words, again..) rambling,— no. rather, the way your features looked so alluring under the sun just made him even all the more frustrated.

seriously, are friends supposed to feel this way?

poor tobio. guess he’ll just have to wait until the day he angrily confesses his love comes.

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Chapter 2

“AHH—WAIT! Y/N! Don’t go—lemme walk you home!”

you turned around halfway through the door with that same little smirk.

“no need. i can walk by myself.”

“no, i insist. there are creepy weirdos out there. i won’t feel right unless i walk with you.”

“oh please,” you rolled your eyes, grabbing your jacket properly this time. “trust me, no one would dare.”

“ahhh, fine then,” he sighed with a hand on his hip, pretending like he lost the argument. “come on. let me walk you halfway. then you can act like you're strong and independent.”

“i am strong and independent.”

“ahh alright fine,” you said, sighing. “come, walk me home. then you go straight home.”

“aww, y/n-chan cares about me~”

“ohhh shut up.”

The walk was easy.

You really meant all that.

“All what?”

“Everything you said.”

“...Yes.”

“Thank you.”

Oikawa’s heart was beating so fast. He hadn’t felt this kind of warmth in a long, long time.

You talked about your passions, volleyball, and what you’re gonna do after high school. It’s been so long since Oikawa had a normal, calm conversation with a girl who wasn’t fangirling, giggling, or asking for a selfie.

You were walking through the quiet dead of the night, cool wind brushing by.

“I haven’t had a conversation like this in a long time,” he said after a while.

“Like what?”

“With a girl who wasn’t giggling and asking for my autograph.”

You laughed softly.

Then you looked up at the sky.

“What’re you looking at?” he asked.

“The stars… It’s beautiful tonight.”

But Oikawa wasn’t looking at the stars. He was looking at you.

“Yeah… breathtaking,” he muttered under his breath, not sure if you even heard.

But your eyes shifted, and your lips curved a little.

“I know you’re looking at me, Oikawa.”

You smiled that little smirk again. Oikawa’s heart skipped a beat.

You smiled that little smirk again. Oikawa’s heart skipped a beat.

You walked a little further. “Yep, this is me. My stop.”

Oikawa didn’t want you to go. He wanted you. He wanted to listen to all your passion. He didn’t want to let you go.

You both stood there, staring at each other in the dead of the night, the moonlight shining brightly above.

“So… I was thinking, umm… maybe I can see you, like after school… like, uh, outside,” he said quietly, “if you want.”

He was blushing so hard, you could see it even in the dim light.

You smiled and said, “Text me, Oikawa.”

I have to disagree because I am a firm, no, STRONG believer that Sakusa Kiyoomi is PHENOMENAL at cooking.

As you can see, in this official illustration, he states that he doesn't eat a riceball prepared by someone else. My assumption is that since he doesn't (easily) trust eating someone else's cooking, he makes himself his own food. I'm convinced that he meticulously learns how to cook his preferred dishes and it's delicious as hell.

In conclusion, Sakusa Kiyoomi can fucking cook thank you very much.

Kita Shinsuke x Reader