#komi fluff

the gym smelled like sweat, pine floor polish, and the faint electric buzz of a game that actually mattered. you were wedged between two noisy middle schoolers clutching handmade bokuto banners, your notepad balanced precariously on your knees. it was supposed to be a simple college assignment: cover a high school volleyball match, get a quote or two, and turn in something that didn’t scream “rookie reporter.” you weren’t supposed to be here, leaning forward, heart in your throat, watching fukurodani’s libero throw himself across the court like a man trying to impress gravity itself.

komi haruki.

he didn’t just move; he ricocheted. his jersey was permanently smudged with floor burn, hair sticking to his forehead, but his grin—god, that grin—was like a flashing hazard sign for your heart. whenever bokuto spiked, komi yelled encouragement like a game show host on too much caffeine. when bokuto’s mood dipped, komi snapped him out of it with a slap on the back and a booming “you’re the greatest!” that echoed through the rafters. and when the opposing ace went up for a hit that would have ended the rally, komi dove—not slid, dove—and saved it like the floor was a trampoline and he’d been born for this moment.

you found yourself cheering before you even realized it. “nice one, number eleven!” you shouted, hands cupped around your mouth. your voice cracked halfway through, but he still looked up.

and smiled.

the kind of smile that was too bright for a high school gym and too direct to be anything but for you.

he played even harder after that, like he was auditioning for the role of “most determined human alive.” by the end of the match, fukurodani won, bokuto was sparkling with his usual victory energy, and komi looked like a happy, exhausted golden retriever who’d just fetched the sun.

you waited by the exit for a post-game quote. he bounded out like a thunderclap.

“you were cheering for me!” he said before you even introduced yourself, pointing at you with a chalky fingertip. “i saw you! with the notepad! don’t even lie.”

you blinked. “i—i was just covering the game. college journalism, first-year.”

“college?” his eyes went wide, like you’d just told him you were an astronaut. “so you’re, like, older? and smart? and—” he stopped himself, wiping sweat off his forehead with the hem of his jersey, then grinned sheepishly. “sorry. hi. komi haruki.”

“i know,” you said, smiling despite yourself. “you’re hard to miss.”

he lit up. “best. thing. i’ve. heard. all. day.”

you asked your questions, jotted down his enthusiastic answers, and left. you didn’t expect to think about him again.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

years later, you recognized that same grin on a billboard before you even recognized the name.

komi haruki: starring in “sunshine after rain.”

actor.

the word felt surreal next to his face. he was still loud, still magnetic, but now dressed in an expensive coat with hair styled like he was in a commercial for the concept of “hope.”

when your editor assigned you a human-interest piece on “athletes turned actors,” you nearly dropped your coffee.

you walked into the interview room expecting him to be different. maybe quieter. maybe colder. celebrity polish, distance, all that. instead, he launched across the room like a volleyball in human form and enveloped you in a hug before you even sat down.

“you’re her!” he said, voice cracking just like it had in the gym. “you’re the college girl with the notepad! i’ve been looking for you—like, not creepy looking, but like, uh, destiny-looking!”

he stepped back, rubbing the back of his neck. “okay, that sounded weird. what i mean is—i never forgot you. ever. not once.”

his energy hadn’t dulled at all; if anything, it had condensed into something sharper, more deliberate. his eyes flicked to your notepad like it was a love letter. “you look exactly the same,” he blurted. “no—you look better. cooler. like, if you were a movie, you’d be the blockbuster everyone camps out for.”

you laughed, because what else could you do? “i’m just here for an interview, komi.”

“haruki,” he corrected immediately, almost pouting. “call me haruki. please. just once.”

you tried it. “haruki.”

he actually wobbled, like the sound had hit him in the knees. “oh no,” he muttered dramatically, clutching his chest. “she said my name. i’m dead. bury me in a libero jersey.”

“you’re ridiculous,” you said, smiling despite yourself.

“yeah,” he said, eyes soft but burning, “for you.”

the interview went off-script almost instantly. he answered your questions, sure, but between them he slipped in little things—how he’d kept your old article, how he’d replayed the sound of you cheering in his head before auditions, how every time he dove for a save on screen he imagined you watching.

“you changed everything for me,” he admitted at one point, his voice quieter than you’d ever heard it. “that day, i wasn’t just a libero. i was…seen. you saw me. no one cheers for the libero. but you did.”

it was so earnest you had to look away. “haruki…”

“hey,” he said, bright again, “i’m not trying to freak you out. i just—i’m so glad you’re here. like, if this were a movie, the soundtrack would be swelling right now. trumpets. doves. maybe confetti.”

he leaned closer, lowering his voice like a secret. “can we…hang out? after this? like, not interview stuff. just us. i’ll even let you choose the coffee place. or the planet. or the galaxy. i’ll go wherever.”

your heart did a weird little somersault. “haruki, you’re an actor now. you probably have better things to do.”

“better than seeing you again?” he asked, grinning. “not even in an alternate universe.”

outside, the city buzzed with a thousand things that weren’t this moment. inside, it felt like the gym again: electric, impossible, the air between you charged like a rally point.

you didn’t say yes right away. you didn’t have to. komi—haruki—waited, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet like he used to before serve receive, all pent-up energy and hope.

“coffee sounds good,” you said finally.

his grin hit a new wattage. “yes!” he punched the air, then caught himself, blushing. “sorry. i’m just…really happy.”

“i can tell.”

he picked up your bag before you could protest, slinging it over his shoulder like it weighed nothing. “i’ve been saving this energy since high school,” he said. “you have no idea. this is me at, like, five percent. the rest of it’s gonna knock your socks off.”

“do i need to be scared?” you teased.

“only in a cute way,” he said, eyes crinkling. “like, the way you’re scared of fireworks but still wanna see them explode.”

and maybe it was ridiculous. maybe it was too much. but as you walked out into the evening with him beside you, you couldn’t shake the feeling that some rallies don’t end when the whistle blows—they just turn into something new, something better.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡‎

♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a: he was honestly so cute in the anime!

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

everyone else filed out of the classroom, except you, so he peaked into the room to see you laughing the hugging the guy you had been with for the past two weeks

it was then that a realization hit him, maybe that guy wasn't just any guy, what if he was your new boyfriend?!

his heart ached at the possibility, not only would it mean that you didn't like him back, but that you didn't even care to tell him!

"bo! what are you doing here, and why the long face?" your cheery voice pulled him out of his thoughts and made him realize he was frowning

"why didn't you tell me you had a boyfriend?" "but he's n-" you tried to cut him off but he continued to ramble

"i didn't even get the chance to tell you about my own feelings, but if he makes you happy (y/n), i guess i'll support your relationship, but i'm still offended you didn't tell me, your best friend, about this guy"

your eyebrows raised in shock at his words, feelings? bokuto had feelings for you?? you grabbed his shoulders and raised your voice enough to interject, "bokuto! as i was trying to say, he's not my boyfriend we were just partners for our final project and we even got an a! but um, what was that you said about your own feelings?"

bokuto took a moment, blinking as he absorbed your words. relief easily washed over him, he still had a chance with you! well now he wasn't so sure since he had just outed himself

"i like you, but more than just a best friend. like in a romantic way! i wanna be the best boyfriend for you (y/n), do you like me too?"

you grinned at his confession, throwing your arms around him in glee, "yes, i like you too bokuto." the male grinned in utter joy, feeling the same rush as if he had won nationals

finally, you were back to walking with him to his practice, but this time not as just his best friend, but as his lover

keiji akaashi

akaashi was quick to realize his feelings for you, especially after bokuto teased him for blushing when you held his hand and ran with him to make sure you both didn't miss the team bus

he didn't particularly like the way his heart nearly leaped out of his chest whenever you were around, so he planned to confess soon he just wasn't sure how

he really wanted to make it perfect, maybe he should write a love letter? or maybe give you flowers? now that he thought about it he wasn't sure what your romantic tastes were, which made the decision even harder

the thoughts of his confession continued to haunt him, he would daydream about different scenarios during class and one time he even missed up a set during practice because he had the idea of giving you chocolates

his teammates began to worry about akaashi, it was strange to them to see their setter zoning out and distracted when he was the one getting on everyone else if they weren't focused during practice

but at the same time, they easily understood after he apologized for being distracted, explaining that he was planning to confess to you and wanted to make it special

you were starting to pick up on akaashi's change as well, you were one of the managers, watching the players and analyzing how they did during practice was your job

you couldn't help but wonder what was important to be distracting him so much, you figured it was about school. maybe a big test or important project? it was starting to bug you, you were just too curious

after practice ended, you decided to approach akaashi, who was sat on the bench with his eyes shut. he looked like he was in deep concentration as if he was mentally preparing for a big match

"akaashi-" "one moment, i think i finally prepared the perfect confession for (y/n)" your jaw dropped at his response, he prepared the perfect what now?

"hey akaashi, you know you're talking to (y/n) right?" his eyes snapped open, taking one look at you then immediately covering his quickly warming face with his hands

"this was not what i had planned," he muttered under his breath, currently kicking himself for being so careless especially after he spent so long thinking about what to do

you squatted down and took akaashi's hands in your own, pulling them away from his blushing face, "so you spent all this time thinking about how to tell me you liked me?" akaashi nodded meekly, embarrassed to be admitting this to you

your face warmed, you felt special now that you knew he was thinking about you all this time

"i'm glad you put so much thought into it, even if it didn't go to plan because i like you too," akaashi chuckled in relief, resting his forehead against yours, "i'm so happy"

it was nice to finally feel at peace knowing that his feelings were returned, at last, his heart could rest from the turmoil of not knowing what to do

"ok akaashi, you should probably go get changed before you get in trouble again," he nodded, getting up from the bench then giving you a helping hand as well. he gave you a quick smile then jogged off to catch up with everyone else in the changing rooms

even though akaashi wasn't able to get his perfect confession, he was determined to plan the perfect first date

akinori konoha

konoha felt no worry when it came to his feelings for you, he liked you for a while, since middle school, but wanted to make sure you liked him before he decided to make any moves

basically, he didn't want to make a fool of himself and get rejected then possibly lose you as his friend, he'd rather stick it out than risk it

recently he had heard about rumors of some guy liking you, which definitely made him a bit nervous but there were just rumors after all

until he heard one of his classmates talking about you, "i think i'm going to do it tomorrow. i'll get to (y/n)'s locker early and place the letter in there so that i'm not seen."

konoha couldn't let this happen, no way, he had a crush on you first, he basically had dibs even if no one knew about these feelings, not even his teammates

he snapped his head towards the voice, and glared at the male, he was determined to make sure this random guy wouldn't take you away from him

the next day he practically dragged you to school, telling you that he wanted to get there early because he lost his water bottle and wanted to find it as soon as possible

konoha was able to get you to the lockers just in time, his classmate was standing there in front of your locker, about to slip a letter inside

though the poor guy quickly scurried off when he saw you and konoha approaching, he was proud of himself for easily foiling that guy's plans, but unfortunately for konoha, the guy was persistent

during lunch konoha spotted the guy heading towards you, he had never run so fast in his life

"(y/n)! come on let's get lunch," konoha grabbed your hands and pulled you to the lunch line, grinning to himself as he saw his classmate turn on his heel and go the other direction

you were confused about konoha's weird behavior, but it seemed to just continue and get worse throughout the day

he suddenly pulled you into random directions during the school breaks and practically begged for you to stay and watch his practice because he felt like he wouldn't play well if you weren't there

it was starting to get on your nerves, and your arm was aching a bit from all the sudden pulling, but you were with putting up with it just because it was konoha

though at the same time you couldn't help what was up with him, you were sure that something was up

his practice came to an end which meant you could finally head home, but here he was again asking you to stand and wait outside the locker rooms when you wanted to sit on a bench

"alright konoha, what is up with you today! i've let you drag me around the whole day, i would just like to rest my feet for a bit" konoha slightly grimaced at your raised voice, you were clearly a bit angry with him

he stood there, mouth open as he weighed his options of what to do, he could tell you the truth but at the same time he was scared

you sighed, and shook your head, he was taking too long to respond, "i'm going home." "wait!"

konoha grabbed your hand again, but this time his hold was gentle and hesitant, "i'm sorry for acting stupid today but, i couldn't possibly let some guy confess to you when i'm in love with you, and i figured i'd spare you the awkwardness of having you reject him but the guy just couldn't take the hint to leave you alone."

you stood there, face covered in complete confusion as konoha casually said he was in love with you as if it was nothing! "uh (y/n)? are you alright?" "you just said you're in love with me." "oh? oh."

the realization hit konoha like a ton of bricks, he meant to tell you the truth only about the guy liking you, not about him liking you as well!

"well it's true, i'm in love with you and have been for a while. do..do you feel the same?" konoha watched you, uncertainty and worry racking over his body as he waited for your response

you quickly wiped your confused expression with a huge smile, "yes i feel the same! do you really think i would let you drag me all over the place if i didn't like like you?"

konoha laughed sheepishly at your reply, he was so glad that you felt the same and for a second he even thought that this was a dream, it just seemed too good to be true

at last, you were his and only his

the next day the poor guy still tried to confess to you, but you immediately shot him down because now you had one lovely boyfriend

haruki komi

komi isn't one to shy away from saying what's on his mind, which was how he didn't mind flirting with you to see your cute reactions

he would usually say some flirty comment to you here and there, either complimenting how you looked or if you did something he deemed cute

though since he always said those comments, it left you confused as to whether or not he really meant them or just enjoyed getting a rise out of you

you really wanted to know since you had genuine feelings for the libero and you weren't sure how much longer your heart could take all the flirty comments

you handed the water bottles to the volleyball players, quick to help them out during their break

you handed the last water bottle to komi, who grinned when you came into his view, "hey (y/n), if we win this game, you should go on a date with me."

you raised your eyebrow at the male, assuming he didn't mean an actual date since he's thrown that term around with you before whenever you guys go get snacks together

"sure why not," komi mentally cheered but played it cool outwardly, "alright, then let's meet up at the movie theater tomorrow. we can watch that new movie you've been talking about."

you tilted your head at the libero, not sure as to why he was already planning it out when they still had the last match to play in the game, "don't get ahead of yourself lover boy."

komi practically projected heart eyes at the use of that nickname, were you flirting back with him? he couldn't say for certain but now he felt like he could return any ball that was hit his way

and somehow he did, whenever a ball came near him he never let it touch the ground, it was the best you had ever seen him play

was it really because you agreed to go on a "date" with him if he won? you just felt even more confused about komi's feelings, but you were extremely happy for him and the rest of the volleyball team when they won

"i'll see you for our date tomorrow (y/n)~" you felt your cheeks warm at his confident tone and teasing wink, komi just chuckled at your expression, thinking you looked as cute as ever

that night you spent the longest time trying to fall asleep, you were very excited but so nervous, this would be your first date ever

and you still didn't even know if this was an actual date or just another komi thing, part, well most of you hoped it was a real date because komi did seem more serious about playing volleyball today than you'd ever seen him

so you were sure that had to mean something! if anything you were going to treat it like an actual date, you were certain to find out what komi's true feelings were tomorrow

the next morning you assembled your best outfit, did yourself up exactly how you liked and felt absolutely confident as you should <3

you arrived at the movie theater on time, you spotted komi inside, it seemed he got there early but you hoped he didn't wait for too long

you approached the male from behind and tapped his shoulder to get his attention, "hey komi, hope i didn't keep you waiting."

komi turned around, smiling when he saw you, but his smile fell from his jaw-dropping to the ground, you looked stunning

he could've sworn you were glowing and had angels singing behind you, he was awestruck

he always knew you were good looking, hell you rocked the school uniform but this was different, this was your style of clothing which turned the poor boy's brain to mush

"please date me," seeing your expression change into shock made him realize that he didn't say that in his head, "are you playing around with me?"

komi's expression softened, slightly concerned about your response, did you not take his flirting seriously? he thought he was completely obvious about his feelings for you

"what? no way! i've always meant everything i've said to you, and i'm serious about wanting to date you as well," you sighed in relief at komi's words, you couldn't help but feel kinda dumb for not assuming his flirting was meaningful but now you didn't have to fret about it anymore

"then, i guess i'll date you, my lover boy~" komi's face erupted bright red, blood dripping out of his nose from how flustered he got