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as the gentle rays of the morning sun illuminated my bedroom, i stirred from my slumber, the soft hum of the city outside gradually replacing the quiet of the night. i yawned and stretched, feeling the warmth of my blankets cocooning me, making it difficult to leave the comfort of my bed.
it's been a few weeks since my first (official) encounter with yaku, it became a comfortable routine of seeing him every day, yet it never failed to surprise me how many bruises and nicks he could get in a week. although, that in of itself was admirable.
"good morning, Nyx," came a cheerful voice from the doorway. it was my mother, a vibrant woman whose smile could light up a room. she carried a tray with a steaming bowl of miso soup, fresh slices of melon, and a cup of green tea.
"morning, mom," i replied, smiling gratefully as i accepted the tray. this was a familiar morning ritual - my mother always made sure i started the day with a nutritious breakfast.
as i savored the delicious flavors of the miso soup and sweet melon, my younger sister, sakura, burst into the room, her energy infectious. "Nyx, Nyx, can i have some of your melon?" she asked, her eyes wide with excitement.
i chuckled and scooped a small piece onto a spoon for her. "of course, but only if you promise to eat your breakfast too," i said, playfully ruffling her hair.
after breakfast, i changed into my uniform and commenced my morning routine, doing my skincare, brushing my teeth, and making sure my hair looked good for the day.
i made my way to the family shrine tucked in a serene corner of our garden. it was a tradition passed down through generations - a moment of reverence and gratitude to start the day. with a small offering of fresh flowers and incense, i bowed my head in silent prayer, expressing my appreciation for the blessings bestowed upon us.
as i left the shrine, a tranquil sense of peace washed over me. the morning air was crisp, and the gentle breeze played with the leaves of the cherry blossom tree that stood proudly in our garden.
with my school bag slung over my shoulder, i set off toward nekoma high school. the streets were alive with the energy of the morning rush. i reveled in the simple beauty of everyday life, the laughter of children on their way to school, the cheerful greetings of neighbors, and the sight of familiar faces.
"Nyx!" kuroo called, stopping in his tracks to wait for me, "good morning, did you sleep well?"
"morning, kuro. i slept well, and you?"
"it was okay, i stayed up doing the math homework. how did you find it? were you able to finish it?"
"i couldn't do the last one, could you explain it to me later?"
"of course, let's go to the classroom and ill explain it to you there."
as kuroo and i chatted about the morning's homework, we walked side by side through the school gates, the bustling atmosphere of nekoma high school enveloping us. the school grounds were abuzz with students hurrying to their classes, catching up with friends, and engaging in the daily rituals that had become the rhythm of our lives.
as we reached our classroom, kuroo took a seat at his desk, ready to dive into the intricacies of the math problem that had stumped me. but just as he began to explain, a notification chimed on my phone, reminding me of my afternoon duties in the infirmary.
"oh, i almost forgot," i said with a hint of excitement in my voice. "i have my shadowing session with mrs. takahashi this afternoon. you know, the school nurse i've been telling you about."
kuroo's eyes lit up with curiosity. "oh, right! how's that been going? have you learned anything interesting?"
i nodded, a smile tugging at my lips. "it's been incredible, kuroo. i've been organizing medical supplies, assisting with basic first aid, and learning so much about patient care. it's such a fulfilling experience."
"that's awesome," kuroo replied, genuinely pleased for me. "you're really making a difference, (l/n). mrs. takahashi is lucky to have you."
the school day flowed by smoothly, each class offering its own unique challenges and joys. when the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, i bid kuroo and yaku farewell as i made my way to the infirmary.
as i entered, mrs. takahashi greeted me with a warm smile, and i felt a surge of anticipation for another afternoon of learning and making a difference in the lives of others.
the day transitioned from the liveliness of the school corridors to the quiet haven of the infirmary, i couldn't help but feel grateful for the diverse experiences that filled my life. as the warm rays of the afternoon sun started to pour into the infirmary window, mrs. takahashi took her leave and left me to take care of any staggering patients.
while organizing the medical equipment, my mind drew back to yaku and his colorful array of bruises. i wondered if he was at it again, giving it his all in practice and gaining a bunch of new bruises. as if on cue, the faint sound of footsteps echoed through the infirmary, announcing yaku's arrival. i turned to see him approaching with a sheepish smile, his sandy blonde hair slightly tousled, and his eyes tired but determined. "hey, yaku."
"hey, (l/n)." he greeted, "i come bearing more battle scars. mind fixing me up?"
i laughed a little, and nodded, "of course not. take a seat, and let me see what you've brought this time," i replied warmly, motioning for him to sit down.
as i carefully tended to his bruises, she couldn't help but ask, "don't you ever get tired of getting hurt, yaku? i mean, isn't it exhausting to play with all these bruises?"
yaku's smile softened, and he met my gaze with unwavering determination. "i'll admit, it can be tough sometimes, but i can't imagine not playing volleyball. it's my passion, and these bruises are just part of the package."
i admired his dedication, feeling a growing curiosity about the sport that seemed to consume him. "it must be something special if it drives you to keep going, despite the pain," she mused, her eyes reflecting genuine intrigue.
"it is," yaku replied, his voice holding a touch of reverence. "volleyball is like a rhythm, a dance of teamwork and precision. being the libero, i'm the first line of defense, and i wouldn't trade that role for anything."
i nodded, pondering a little on my words before speaking again, "could you tell me more about being a libero? i don't know much about the sport, but i'd love to know more about the role you play in the team."
i could see as yaku's eyes lit up at my interest and willingness to learn about the sport and perhaps more importantly his position, he licked his lips and leaned back against the chair, preparing to explain. . "being the libero is all about defense," he began, a faint smile playing on his lips. "i'm like the team's guardian, the one responsible for receiving the opponent's powerful spikes and setting up our attackers for a counter-attack."
"i get to see the game from a different perspective, anticipating the moves of our opponents and making quick decisions to keep the ball in play."
i couldn't help but be captivated by his passion as he spoke about volleyball. the way he described the intricacies of the game made her realize that it was more than just a sport to him - it was a way of life.
"does it ever get overwhelming?" she inquired, concerned about the toll the intense matches might take on him.
yaku paused for a moment as if contemplating his answer. "it can be tough, especially during tough matches or long tournaments," he admitted. "but when i step onto that court, all the pressure and exhaustion fade away. it's like i'm in my element, and nothing else matters."
"i can see why you're so passionate about it," i remarked
"but you know," yaku continued, his tone softening, "as much as i love volleyball, there are moments when it's tough, physically and mentally. i wonder if i'm doing enough, if i'm good enough to meet the expectations."
his vulnerability touched me deeply, and i placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "yaku, you are more than enough. your dedication, your spirit, it's what makes you a great libero. even when things get tough, remember that you have a whole team supporting you, just like i'm here supporting you in the infirmary." i reassured him, leaving yaku reclining on one of the examination beds with an ice pack pressed against his latest bruise and beginning to moved away from him to continue organizing and cleaning up, he started to speak again.
"what made you decide to pursue nursing?"
For a moment, I hesitated, unsure of how much to share. But something in Yaku's eyes made me feel comfortable opening up to him. "Well, it all started with my fascination for healing and caring for others," I began, my voice gaining confidence. "I've always been drawn to the idea of making a difference in people's lives, of being there for them in their times of need."
yaku nodded attentively, his gaze locked on mine, encouraging me to continue.
"i remember watching my mother, who is a nurse as well, and being inspired by her dedication and compassion. seeing how much she positively impacted the lives of others made me realize that nursing was my calling too."
as i spoke, i noticed a subtle change in yaku's expression, as if he was seeing a new side of me. his curiosity and genuine interest in my dreams made me feel comfortable sharing more.
"i want to be there for people during their most vulnerable moments, to provide comfort and care, and to help them heal both physically and emotionally," i continued, my voice softening with conviction. "i believe that nursing is not just a profession; it's a privilege to be a part of someone's journey to recovery and wellness."
yaku's eyes held a mixture of admiration and understanding. "that's amazing, (l/n)," he said, his voice sincere. "you have such a kind and caring heart. anyone would be lucky to have you as their nurse."
a warm blush spread across my cheeks at his compliment, and i couldn't help but feel grateful for yaku's unwavering support. his presence was like a gentle anchor, giving me the confidence to open up about my dreams and aspirations.
"thank you, yaku," i replied, my voice tinged with gratitude. "it means a lot to me that you're interested in knowing about my dreams."
at that moment, amidst the hushed atmosphere of the infirmary, i realized that our connection went beyond being classmates or acquaintances. yaku had become someone i could confide in, someone who understood the essence of my dreams and aspirations, just as i understood his.
Yaku laid his head on your lap, during his break. You and he had gotten close ever since you first transferred to Nekoma High. If he was being honest with himself and everyone else, he had a huge crush on you. He refused to tell you though since he didn’t want to ruin the friendship that you two had.
He looked up at your face as you focused on reading, and began to admire your features. He couldn’t help but smile to himself as buried his face into your stomach. You looked down and laughed softly, stroking his hair.
“Mori~ what are you doing?”
“I told you to call me Yaku…”
“Alright, Yaku, what are you doing?” You asked and he looked up at your face with a small blush.
“Nothing, just trying to cuddle you most comfortably.”
“You can’t wait for the cuddle session when we get home?”
“No, I don’t want to…” You laughed softly and he hid his face. You always made him blush and embarrassed him just by being so cute.
“You are super cute Yaku~ I don’t see how they call you the demon senpai.”
“Hey… that’s only to them.”
“I am just saying, you are way too adorable.”
“Says you…” he mumbled but you heard him. You leaned down and pressed a small kiss to his forehead. His eyes widened at the sudden action, and he quickly sat up staring at you.
“What was that for?”
“Huh? Are you okay? Did you not like it? I won’t do it again.”
“No, I mean. Yes. I mean, I did like it. But I-” Yaku groaned as he heard snickers from behind him. You glanced back and saw Kuroo laughing at Yaku’s flustered state.
“Kuroo, go away…” You said and Kuroo held his hands up leaving you and Yaku alone. Kuroo glanced back at Yaku with a knowing grin.
“You better do it Mori~ or else I am gonna steal her away.”
“Shut up!” Yaku threw a ball at Kuroo and Kuroo ran out of the gym laughing. You were confused when Yaku looked back at you.
“Sorry, I just…”
“What was he talking about Yaku?”
“I- Promise we will remain friends after this?”
“Of course, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong, I just can’t stop thinking about you. Ever since we met the first day you transferred from (home country), and asked me to tutor you in Japanese, I was in love with you. I know it’s bad, and I shouldn’t have feelings for you but-” You cut his entire speech off by pressing your lips to his.
Yaku’s eyes widened but he soon came down from his shock and began to kiss you back. The kiss was slow yet intense. After a few minutes, you both parted and he leaned his forehead against yours.
“Okay, that was a nice way of you telling me to shut up,” he said. You laughed and pecked his lips slightly before hugging him.
“I am glad you feel that way about me, I was beginning to think my feelings were one-sided. I didn’t think you would like a girl like me.”
“Hey! What is that supposed to mean?” Yaku asked, slightly offended. You blinked slightly before poking at your stomach, then your thighs.
“I just mean, I am bigger than most girls. So I thought you would like someone a bit slimmer and prettier. I am by far not the prettiest girl around.”
“Tsk, don’t talk bad about yourself. Seriously, you are the most gorgeous around. Don’t believe me, ask the volleyball team. Everyone and I mean everyone at some point had a crush on you. Even Kenma. You are so perfect, I am the lucky one that you chose me. I mean I am short compared to the average height of guys.” Yaku ranted and you blinked slightly with a blush. You looked down but he cupped your face to look at him.
“You are perfect to me, I don’t want anyone else but you. I love you, always have. So, will you be my girlfriend (Y/N)?”
You nodded your head and wrapped him another hug again and he squeezed you in his arms with a smile.
“I love you too Yaku, and of course, I would. I guess we both are the lucky ones.”
How about the nekoma team’s reaction to Yaku’s s/o being the libero for nekoma’s female team?? So maybe the team doesn’t know he’s dating anyone and out of nowhere the girl’s libero comes up to him and give him a little kiss, what would be their reaction? Who would freak out or get confused and who would just be calm about it?? I’m a sucker for the reaction of others so if you want to change anything go ahead I just want to know how the others would take the news
kuroo chokes on his water when the cute libero from the girls team kisses yaku on the cheek before leaving their gym for her own practice. he quickly composes himself and saunters over to him, leaning against his shoulder in that way he knows yaku hates and wiggling his eyebrows at him. the loud smack kuroo makes when he hits the ground (yaku walked away and let him fall) is enough to draw everyones attention to the two
the only other person to have witnessed yaku’s girlfriend coming in to chat with him before leaving was yamamoto, and his viewing of the event was enough. the entire team knows within seconds, but yaku doesn’t seem at all bothered. he’s smiling, especially when he realizes yamamoto has tears in his eyes. “she’s so pretty yakkun. you are truly blessed.”
lev is completely confused (he missed the whole thing since he was in the bathroom) and is filled in by shibayama. kenma plugs his ears just in time to block out lev’s loud exclamations of “how did yaku-san get a girlfriend with his height?”
kai and kurro quickly move to hold yaku back
fukunaga is the only one that seemed to have already known. he quietly tells kenma that he’s friends with the middle blocker on the girls team and she’s the one who’d told him
kai has the only remotely normal reaction—he claps yaku on the back and smiles at him.
after recovering from the initial shock, inuoka and lev are crowding yaku and pestering him about how to get a girlfriend. yaku eventually gets annoyed and yells at them to get back to practice before he kicks their asses
"i wanted it to be you" + yaku + angst>>comfort. please let my boy be comforted 😭
ok pt (?) of lets hurt mr morisuke yaku lets MF GOOOO
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“i wanted it to be you, you know,” you tell him one night and for the first time in five years morisuke yaku feels himself breathe.
-
it’s simple, really. he’s loved you and for as long as he did that, as an inkling he thought you did too. he thought you did because every time he’d look up at the stands, you’d be right by the railings smiling straight at him and waving like he was the only player on that side of the net.
but most of the time, yaku thinks, the two of you were just a modern case of missed connections and misunderstood confessions.
“i love you,” he whispered to you once, but your eyes were closed and breathing too even for you to be considered awake. he spends that night nursing the same can of beer he’s held on to long enough for it to go warm in his hand that whole night.
“i love you, too,” was what you wanted to tell him that morning but held back when he smiled at you like he didn’t just say the words that had your heart skipping beats the previous night.
“do you love him?” he asked you when you show up for lunch at with a ring on your finger and your hair cut inches above your shoulders.
yaku smiles, when you nod yes because of two reasons. one being the fact that he thinks short hair looks the best on you, and the other, because your confirmation to your happiness was comfort enough for him.
your happiness had always been more than enough for him.
-
and it hurts, yaku thinks, when he sees you stare at yourself with the wedding dress looking like flowing water on your skin as you stand before him looking like a daydream.
“you’re beautiful,” yaku tells you, and when you smile as his heart beats he knew he had to leave. he knew he loved you too much to give you away with a hesitant heart.
so he leaves.
and you don’t see him until years later when he knocks at your door with a sheepish smile and an apology at the tip of his tongue.
“i’m sorry about the marriage,” he tells you next and you shrug, expecting the conversation.
“if anything, i’m the one who feels bad for wasting his time,” you say, sighing and looking at him.
“can i ask why?” he says and he leans in, blaming curiosity for the thrumming of his heart even though he knows well enough that at the moment it beats because of hope. yaku doesn’t want to hope, so he holds his breath.
“i wanted it to be you, you know,” you tell him one night and for the first time in five years morisuke yaku feels himself breathe.
“it’s always been you,” he confesses with a whisper and for the first time in five years, you feel yourself finally breathe.
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summary: if only it was different. then maybe both of you can finally (really) be together.
genre: smut, angst(?), fem! pov
warnings: explicit scenes, explicit language
wc: 1029
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You can see your breath coating the window in front of you. Overlooking central Tokyo at the peak of it’s sunset. Warm oranges and soft pink coat the room’s walls. You could just imagine outside the chimes of the songbirds changing to the lullaby of the crickets.
But it inside was only the rough pants of him behind you, your constant mewling, and the repetitive kin slapping on skin. Your hot breath coated the pristine glass windows, overlooking the Tokyo skyline. Millions underneath you. A simple glance up and they can see your hardened nipples roughly pressed over and over against the glass, brows furrowed in frustration and deep need. Noticing your gaze was not turned to him, you felt his calloused palms gently turned your face back.
“Nrghh-- look at me when I, shit… when I take you,” the brunette huffed.
Glancing down you can clearly see his hard cock *trying* to slide out completely and pound back inside. Your juices and sweat mixed together dripping down his shaft with each pump. You can just feel his pretty cock trying to open the kiss of your cervix.
“There! Ah…!!!’ you let out a choked moan.
The flushed look you had and the cute voices you made just fueled Morisuke. Knowing that only he can reduce you, a headstrong (bachelorette) woman, into a puddle of your own nectar rushed more blood to his cock. He gripped your hips more and fastened his pace bringing your plump ass right against him. Allowing his hot-tip reach in deep onto the rough sponges against your walls. Your knees were already so weak from the previous endeavors that all you could do was let yourself go all to him and bury your face between the cushions. Your hands clawed and clenched.
That new higher position just allowed Morisuke to fuck harder and faster. His pants are short and hot against the back of your neck. Reaching his arms around you, her foddled your unattended breasts. Calloused fingertips tweaking and painstakingly pulling them. All to be let go and roughly palmed by him.
During that, you could feel the tickles of his hot, wet kisses on your neck looking for your weak spot. Right at the back of your clavicle inciting a high-pitched moan from your rosey lips. The brunette knew by the shudder of electricity coming from the sensitive spot all the way down to your spine; he made sure you will see and feel his mark for days, (hopefully a few weeks, he thought).
All his ministrations resulting in your walls in death-grip of his veiny cock.
“F-fuck!! Y/N…!!” he grunted.
Every thrust of his hips feels like it’ll be the one that forces his cock into your womb. He angles his thrusts down and punishes your cervix until you can feel it in your throat.
“I-i’m close...Mori--angghh!!”
At that, one hand traveled down your soft and hot skin until it slipped through your folds. Searching and searching for your swollen red button. With two fingers, Morisuke pressed hard and quick on your sensitive bud in figure-eights. Your body would have collapsed from the electrifying shudders you felt in the expanse of your pelvis if his other arm was not holding you up.
“I know you wanna cum, so cum you fucking,” he panted at your clenching walls, “..fucking cum you needy slut” he grunted. Morisuke quickened his pace even more, cum from before leaking out. Each thrust is louder than the last as more of your juices are sloshed around by his cock.
Loud careless moans left passed through your lips. Forgetting the world outside the glass doors down the hall. With the rough, hard goading of his head rubbing against your cervix; not even able to move from your tight rings, something deep in your abdomen finally snapped.
You released everything that was pent up for the past half-hour. (E/C) rolled back with specks of white flashes. Your wet velvety walls pulsating and gripping Morisuke’s cock pressured him to finally release, his hot cum splattered your walls white with a guttural moan against your left ear.
“Shit, that...that was the best one we had today,” he breathy said with a smirk.
After cleaning up in his private bathroom, you left to her own building from Mori’s apartment. But before you opened the door, phone in hand to shoot a message to your driver to come pick you up, Mori’s arms circled around your waist to turn you towards him. All so he can kiss your temple and smile a “see you later,” as he saw you go down the elevator.
It’s funny how he still looks like his old self when he smiles like that, you thought. A small smile creeping up your face.
While in your office for your daily overtime evenings, you take a look at the pre-recorded game of his on your phone, just to see him get kissed on a cheek by a russian model, only for Morisuke to look shocked but then wave at the camera. But you didn’t fail to notice the placement of his hand on her exposed back. Feeling the craws of the green monster, you powered-off your phone and tucked in back in your drawer.
I know models go to his games, especially since he’s still a skilled libero for doing volleyball as a hobby, but still...
Spinning around to gaze at the restless Tokyo skyline, you could only deeply exhale. Bothered that he can easily be happy with, that. Bothered that you’re even getting annoyed by some random Russian model who probably did that to other players. But what really prompted you to reach into your secret stash of scotch on the rock is that, “He can do what he wants. It’s not like we agreed on an exclusive relationship.” Down does the gold liquid.
Not before long, you hear the swing of your glass door opening. Turning around you can clearly see the man off his suit jacket.
“Thought you might still be here,” smirking as he makes his way towards you.
The burn in your throat is nothing compared to the clenching of your heart hearing that voice.
Anon asked: Hey could I request a headcanon for yaku and bokuto(seperate) who have a crush on a girl who has extreme trust issues? Like she is confident and sometimes even flirty but still doesn't trust them enough to go out(she thinks it's a joke,they are messing with her etc.) i read all your posts religiously,I'm addicted 🥺
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He wouldn’t know that she had trust issues at first
Actually, he wouldn’t figure it out until he asked her out, and she rejects him
He is hurt, but more than anything confused as to why he was rejected
She was flirty with him, laughed with him and was always touching him in a flirty way
Seemed like she was legit interested in her
but why has she rejected him
Not knowing what else to do he would as her
she would be reluctant to tell him
but his earnest eyes make her tell him in the end
she would say it’s because she doesn’t trust him
because she thinks he’s joking
because she is thinking he’s lying
because she doesn’t want to get hurt like in the past
Bokuto, upon hearing this, is hurt that she would think of him like that
but he couldn’t blame her
hearing her thoughts, he couldn’t blame her at all
but he pulled himself together and nodded
Would tell her that he understands
but he won’t give up
he will talk to her everyday
he will talk to her in between classes and talk to her when lunch time comes around
he will walk her home when school is over
Bokuto will do everything he can to make her understand that he really does like her, and he really does want to date her
It will take awhile, but eventually gets closer to her, and she trusting him
and she finally says yes to his question
˜”*°•.˜”*°• Morisuke Yaku •°*”˜.•°*”˜
Unlike Bokuto, Yaku would be more observant in her actions
He will notice that she is distant with him, but yet she is trying to act like they are close
she was flirty and confident, but at times he sees her with extreme worry in her expression when she thinks he isn’t looking
of course he would notice all this though
he likes her for pete’s sake. He wants to know everything about her
He is super aware of her whenever she is close by him, and she is constantly on his mind when she isn’t around him
He wouldn’t ask her out as soon as he figures out he likes her though
and it’s because of how distant she can be
he wants to get closer to her and figure it out on his own
and he concludes that she has major trust issues
especially with men
she is uncomfortable around certain types of men, the ones that are cocky and arrogant
With that in mind, he tries to gain her trust
tells her everyday that she is pretty
gives her gifts randomly, when she least expects
Is straightforward in his feelings, but doesn’t necessarily tell her outright that he likes her
And for the most part it works. She starts trusting him though not completely
One night, she asks him what he was doing, why he was being the way he was being with her
and he tells her what he has noticed how she acts and wants to make sure that she doesn’t see him in the same light as everyone else
that is when he confesses to her, and asks her out
She is silent for a moment
before thinking that maybe she should take a leap of faith with Yaku and says yes.
uuu i just read your writing and i love it! could i request some jealousy headcanons from yaku? lets say she's the manager of nekoma and during a practice match between them and nohebi and daishou talks to her a lil too much?
A/N: There are two types of people: those who lowkey have a mad crush on Yaku and the liars.
warnings: none
Yaku Morisuke
Yaku is not a person who’d act solely on his selfishness, so being jealous doesn’t sit right with him
… Unless, someone was purposely provoking him into it
Yaku knows that your relationship with him is purely professional, but he can’t help but to desire your constant attention
At the boys’ annoyance, Nohebi had booked a practice match with Nekoma for the day
Usually it would be Kuroo who’d be the most fired up about giving Nohebi a taste of defeat, but Yaku was especially motivated to crush them
They were boys. Teenagers who are undergoing puberty, a tough time for their age. Yaku thought to himself as Nohebi started to crowd around you
Even Nohebi’s captain (who was rumored to have gotten into another fight with his girlfriend recently) found you similarly cute to his “Mika-chan” and started talking to you too
Because you were the manager, Yaku understood if they wanted to squeeze out Nekoma’s “secret” tactics out of you (you wouldn’t have budged)
“Manager-chan, you’re cute… don’t you have a boyfriend?”
But as soon as they strayed, Yaku snapped
Sneaking into the circle you were trapped in, he pulled you out from the gaggle of boys and barked at them (against the normal image of Nekoma’s namesake)
“Not warming up, Nohebi? So sure you’re going to win, huh? With the way you lost last time? I’d do something better with my time if I were you.”
You’d never seen Yaku so angry, even with Lev
But the way he drove those boys who were mostly twice his height away from you, sparked a flame in your chest
It was your turn now
“Hey, L/N-chan. Keep your eyes on me, okay? J-just for this one match. Just to show them…”
Smiling, you replied, “My eyes never left you from the start, Mori-kun.”
