“Kageyama!” the reporter yelled for his attention, startling him enough to stop and blink before making his way over.
With strained politeness, he gave the camera a side-eye before looking back at the reporter, standing at a sensible distance. “Hi.”
“A fan on Twitter asked what you like doing for your cheat days, if you even have those?” she asked excitedly with a bright, practised grin. She held the microphone up to Kageyama’s face, which had morphed into something confused and slightly… angry?
“I would never cheat on my partner, there will be no cheat days,” he answered decisively, practically stomping his foot for emphasis and hands clutched into fists at his sides. “And I will not take any more questions of that nature.”
The reporter was left a little speechless, gaping at the athlete and stunned by the realisation that the misunderstanding had insulted the man she was tasked with interviewing. “I’m so sorry, that’s not-“
“It’s fine. But no more questions about my partner, please. We’re very happy together.”
The reporter took a deep breath, settling into a calmer smile and nodding in agreement. “The fans will be glad to hear that, Kageyama. How about the game today? Anything you feel went particularly well?”
Happy that the topic moved on, Kageyama answered like he usually would, completely unaware of how many times he would have to relive this misunderstanding in the future, from you showering him in kisses when he got home to his teammates sharing the clip in their group chat for laughs.
He might've been confused, but at least he had good intentions.
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imagine leaving hickeys all over tobios neck, he isn't used to anything like this and definitely has a sensitive neck.
He sits on your bed leaning back on his hands completely unsure what to do. Small breaths leaving him as his eyes flutter he doesn't know what to do with the slight tinge of pain he feels when you nip at his skin, lightly biting down or even sucking harshly into his skin creating heavily pigmented marks.
You love how they look on his rather fair and pale skin, only stopping to take a look at your boyfriend his face red and his heart racing. You look at him only to see those gorgeous deep blue eyes staring right back at you, his pupils blown wide and his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.
There was a small pout lingering on his face he enjoyed what you were doing alot more than he'd let on. You kissed him deeply moaning lightly into the kiss as one of his hands lifted from the bed to wrap around your hip. He let shaky mewls fall straight into your mouth, you pull away from the kiss slowly biting his lower lip with a grin and a giggle.
He groaned at the small laugh you let out, turning away and leaving his neck wide open for you to attack some more. You did just that, licking and biting at his neck kissing gently and blowing on his ear. Surprisingly that flustered him more than you thought, a strangulated noise leaving him as he pushes you away lightly. He covered his face with his arm as his breaths were quick and timid.
Tobio was putty in your hands honestly, willing to do whatever you told him to.
10.30 - kinktober day seventeen ִ ࣪𖤐 hair pulling , ft. tobio kageyama
there was nothing uncommon about the position you were in. some shitty movie was playing on low volume in the background as you scrolled through your phone, kageyama’s head resting on your stomach as you absentmindedly ran your hands through his hair.
you’d pulled your hands away for a second, just a second, and immediately his head turned to look at you, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide in betrayal and confusion. “why did you stop?”
you laughed. “tobio i’m just moving my arm. i can keep playing with your hair, i just moved for a second.”
“it feels good, keep going. please.”
“sure thing, your highness.”
“not funny.” “it’s a little funny, tobio.” “no.”
he sighed contently at the tangle of your fingers and the slight scrapes of your nails against his scalp. “i just missed you, i missed how you touch me.”
“tobio i saw you a few days ago.” “yeah, and that’s too long.”
you breathed out a soft laugh, his eyes drifting up to meet yours. “please?” you turned your head in question, unsure of what he was asking for. “just pull. please.”
your face flushed pink, your hands stilling in his hair. “yn please.”
you pulled your bottom lip slowly between your teeth, gnawing at the skin a little in contemplation. he held eye contact with you, sliding up the fabric of your his shirt just enough to reveal the skin of your abdomen, pressing soft kisses against your skin down your chest to the waistband of your pants. he licked a stripe at the base of your pants, his tongue poking past the fabric ever so slightly– just enough to make you suck in a sharp breath.
he gently parted your thighs with his hands, looking up at you for permission. you wrapped your hands in his hair once more, making slight fists to gently tug at the roots. a crooked grin broke out on his face and his eyes squinted slightly in surprise and admiration. he slid your pants down your thighs, lifting your hips in the process. once he got them off and discarded them somewhere on the floor he brought his lips back up to your core, lightly tapping the tip of his nose against your clit. his eyes raked up your body, torn between the movement of your tits at the arch of your back and the look of pleasure on your face. he licked a slow stripe up your core and your knuckles tightened in his hair, eliciting a moan to vibrate from his throat and through your body where you were connected.
he dipped his tongue inside of you, slowly trailing his fingers up the inside of your thigh to your pussy. he pushed the tips of his middle and ring finger into your weeping hole, tongue moving up to circle your throbbing clit. with every twitch of his tongue and twist of his fingers your eyes screwed shut even more, and your grip on his hair tightened.
his pace picked up, lapping up everything he could get from you until you were reaching your orgasm, tobio letting out a soft whimper against your core at the feeling of you clamping down on his sensitive setter fingers. he glued his eyes to your body, watching you respond to your oncoming orgasm.
your back arched, toes curling down into the bedsheets and your grip on his hair was white-knuckled. he moaned loud when you tightened your fists, fucking his fingers faster into you and circling your clit with the flexed tip of his tongue until you were crying out and collapsing back down against the sheets, struggling to regain your composure and catch your breath.
kageyama was panting just as hard as you were, eyebrows furrowed and eyes clamped shut as he rested his forehead against your thigh, slightly wincing when he shifted his hips.
“what’s wrong, are you okay tobio?”
“yeah, i’m fine.” “are you sure, you don’t look fine.”
“no no i’m good, i just… need to change my pants.” he sat up and your eyes shot right down to the large wet patch on his sweatpants. his face flushed. “sorry.”
“don’t apologize. can i help you clean it up?” you smiled, mischief glimmering in your eyes. you pulled his sweatpants down just enough to free his already half-hard-again cock, taking the tip of it in your hand and beginning slow strokes. “if you let me ride you i’ll keep my hands in your hair.”
You stood in front of the mirror, rolling up your sleeve just enough to flex your arm—where your slight but earned muscle peeked through. Snap taken.
"Let's see if you'll copy this one."
You sent it to Kageyama, half-expecting radio silence. He wasn't exactly the selfie type.
But a few minutes later, your phone buzzed.
There he was. Serious face. Flexing in front of a mirror in his practice jersey, sleeve pushed up. No caption—just pure Kageyama.
Then, another message followed.
"That's pretty good."
"Mine's still better though."
You could picture the flush on his face as he sent it. Competitive, flustered, and trying so hard not to show he was impressed by your muscles.
𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐢
You snapped a mirror pic, flexing just enough to show the definition in your arm—not huge, but definitely there.
"Since you like to act unbothered, let's see you copy this one."
You didn't expect a quick reply. Maybe a sarcastic text. But instead—ding.
Snap: Tsukishima in his room, brows raised, flexing one arm in the most deadpan way possible. The lighting was terrible. He clearly did it just to prove a point.
"Wow. So intimidating."
"Should I call the police?"
But you noticed his subtle smirk, and the fact that he did roll up his sleeve. He saw the muscle. He noticed.
And even if he wouldn't admit it—he was impressed. In his own salty little way.
𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐨
You struck a mirror pose, flexing your slightly toned bicep with pride. Not massive, but firm enough to show off.
"Let's see if the self-proclaimed king of flexing can top this."
You barely had time to set your phone down before his reply came through.
Snap: Kuroo, already shirtless, striking a classic gym-rat flex in front of the mirror, one brow cocked, hair messier than usual. His bicep definitely looked impressive—but the caption was what got you.
"You rang?"
"Nice try though I'm impressed of your little muscles"
You scoffed. Little muscle?
You fired back a middle-finger emoji, and he immediately sent another snap—same flex, this time blowing a kiss.
𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐊𝐨𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐞
You took the snap while flexing with just enough pride to show off your slightly defined arm.
"Bet you won't copy this one."
You didn't expect much from Kenma—maybe a "lmao" or a read receipt and nothing else.
But then, surprisingly, ping.
Snap: Kenma, in his hoodie, arm barely pulled out, flexing in the most unimpressed way possible. His face was blank, but his eyes had that subtle challenge.
"This is dumb."
"But I’m stronger than I look."
You zoomed in. Okay, yeah—there was a hint of tone in his arm.
You smirked, texting back:
"Not bad, gamer boy."
He replied:
"I've been carrying the team. What did you expect?"
"Yeah right."
𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮
You snapped a mirror pic, flexing just enough to show off the light muscle you’d been proud of lately.
"Let's see if the 'Great King' can handle this challenge."
Oikawa's reply came fast—too fast.
Snap: perfect lighting, shirt half-off, arm flexed like he was in a magazine shoot. He angled the camera just right to make his bicep pop. And of course, the expression? Smoldering.
Caption:
"You think I wouldn’t rise to the occasion?"
"Also, your form's cute. 8/10. Needs more sparkle."
You groaned and laughed at the same time.
He followed up with:
"Wanna come compare in person, baby?"
You rolled your eyes. Smooth. Over-the-top. Peak Oikawa.
𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢
You sent the snap with a smug grin—arm flexed, muscle just barely showing, but enough to feel proud.
"Let's see if the gym rat can match this."
You figured Iwaizumi would respond—he was too competitive not to. Sure enough, a minute later:
Snap: Iwaizumi in the gym mirror, sweat still fresh, sleeve rolled up as he flexed his very real bicep without even trying. He looked at the camera like he knew he won.
Caption:
"Cute. You've got potential."
"But don't challenge your trainer unless you'are ready to lose."
KAGEYAMA WAS NOT COMPARING HINATA TO KORAI HOSHIUMI TO MAKE HINATA FEEL BAD ABOUT HOW HE PLAYS.
HE SAID IT BECAUSE HE KNOWS THAT HINATA IS MOTIVATED TO BE THE BEEEEEEEEEEST.
A common theme throughout this manga is that most of the characters are still teenagers and very young. Their bodies are still growing and developing, and Kageyama knows that more than anyone. He's basically saying, 'Hoshiumi is good, but you could be better.' He is more aware than anyone of how good a player Hinata is and how good he can become. He's not trying to crush Hinata's spirit; he's trying to set it ablaze with more passion and motivation to be the best, to be the next LITTLE GIANT.
He is also very MUCH AWARE OF THE LITTLE EXPERIENCE THAT HINATA HAS COMPARED TO HOSHIUMI AND HOW FAR HE HAS COME AND IS WILLING TO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Summary: kageyama, who is used to no one showing up for his games, gets a complete shock to see you up in the crowds, and completely whiffs his serve(loser)
Wc: 1085
A/n: hate it. Thats all :) im still not sure if i like the new divider.also i found it on pin so thats why i haven’t credited anyone. Theres still so much stuff in my notes app it’s so annoying omd.
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The roar of the crowd in the packed arena pressed in on Tobio Kageyama like a familiar weight—sharp, focused, demanding. Timeskip or not, some things never changed. He stood at the service line, volleyball tucked under his arm, eyes narrowed on the court ahead. The score was tight, the third set hanging by a thread. One good serve could shift everything.
He bounced the ball once. Twice. The ritual grounded him, the same way it had since middle school. But today, something felt… off. A hollow ache flickered in his chest as his mind drifted, unbidden, to memories he usually shoved deep down.
“Tobio, you have a match this weekend?” His mother’s voice, distant even back then. “We’ll try, okay?” They never came. Not to the youth tournaments, not to the Interhighs, not even when he made it to nationals. His sister had her own life. His father was always “busy.” Every time he scanned the stands as a kid, hoping—just once—to see a familiar face cheering for him, the seats stayed empty. It taught him early: rely on no one but yourself. Volleyball was enough. It had to be.
Kageyama exhaled sharply, pushing the thoughts away. He tossed the ball up, arm swinging back for that signature king’s serve—
And then he saw you.
There, in the stands just behind the referee’s chair, wearing the team colors like you’d planned it all along. You weren’t supposed to be here. You’d said work was brutal this week, that the travel might not work out. He hadn’t pushed. He never pushed. But there you were, hands cupped around your mouth, eyes locked on him with that bright, unwavering smile that always made his chest feel too tight.
You came.
The ball slipped from his fingers mid-swing. It thudded uselessly against the court, rolling out of bounds. A missed serve. The crowd groaned. His teammates glanced over, surprised—Kageyama didn’t miss serves. Not like this.
He stood frozen, heart hammering against his ribs. You actually came. The words looped in his head, louder than the announcer’s voice calling a timeout. For a split second, the arena blurred. All those empty seats from his past flashed behind his eyes, replaced by you. The one person who showed up without being asked twice. Who texted him good luck even when he forgot to reply. Who understood the quiet, obsessive parts of him that volleyball had carved out.
“Oi, Kageyama!” Someone called—probably Hoshiumi—but he barely heard it. His cheeks burned. He shook his head once, hard, and forced himself back into the game. They still won. Of course they did. His team was stacked: Ushijima’s brutal spikes, Hoshiumi’s relentless energy, the others feeding off their rhythm. Kageyama poured everything into the remaining points, setting like his life depended on it. But his mind kept drifting to the stands.
When the final whistle blew and the victory cheers erupted, Kageyama didn’t join the usual huddle right away. His eyes scanned the sidelines, searching. There—you were waiting off to the side, out of the main bleacher flow, looking a little shy amid the chaos but so unmistakably there.
He didn’t think. He just ran.
His shoes squeaked against the polished floor as he broke into a full sprint, ignoring the sweat dripping down his back and the way his teammates paused mid-celebration. You turned at the sound of his approach, eyes widening.
“Kageyama—?”
He crashed into you without slowing, arms wrapping around your waist like you might vanish if he didn’t hold on tight enough. The hug was fierce, almost desperate—his face buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling the familiar scent of you that cut through the arena smells of rubber and sweat. Then he pulled back just enough to cup your face with both hands, thumbs brushing your cheeks, and kissed you. Hard. Right there, in front of everyone. No hesitation, no cool detachment. Just raw, overwhelming relief.
“You— you came,” he blurted as soon as he broke the kiss, words tumbling out faster than he could control. His voice cracked, just a little, the emotion he usually buried spilling over. “I didn’t think— I mean, you said work, and the train, and I told myself it was fine, like always, but you’re here. You actually showed up. For me. I saw you right before the serve and I just— I couldn’t even think straight. All those times before, no one ever… but you did. You’re here.”
His forehead pressed against yours, breaths coming quick and uneven. Up close, you could see the shine in his eyes—not tears, exactly, but something close. The great King of the Court, reduced to a boy who’d carried too much loneliness for too long.
“I’m so glad,” he whispered, the words fierce and soft all at once. “Thank you. I… I don’t say it enough, but having you here… it means everything.”
You hugged him back just as tightly, murmuring reassurances into his shoulder. The noise of the arena faded into background static.
A few feet away, Wakatoshi Ushijima stood with his arms crossed, watching the scene with his usual stoic expression—though one eyebrow had risen slightly. Beside him, Korai Hoshiumi bounced on his heels, mouth agape.
“Is that… Kageyama?” Hoshiumi muttered, half-laughing in disbelief. “Running? Hugging? Kissing? In public? I thought his face was permanently set to ‘annoyed setter mode.’”
Ushijima nodded slowly. “It is unusual. He rarely displays emotion so openly. Even after big wins, he is… reserved.”
“Reserved? The guy looks like he just won the lottery and might cry about it.” Hoshiumi elbowed his teammate lightly. “Think his girlfriend’s got some kind of magic? Or did we all enter an alternate universe during that timeout?”
A faint, rare smile tugged at Ushijima’s lips. “Perhaps both. It is… good to see. Emotions make a player human. Even Kageyama.”
Hoshiumi snorted. “Weird as hell, but yeah. Kinda nice. Don’t tell him I said that.”
Kageyama didn’t notice their conversation. He was too busy holding you, murmuring more quiet thank-yous against your hair, the missed serve long forgotten. The past aches felt smaller now, softened by the warmth of your arms around him. For the first time in a long while, the stands weren’t empty. You were here, and that changed everything.
Later, as the team filtered out, he kept your hand in his—fingers laced tight, a small, private smile on his face that he didn’t even try to hide. The king had finally found someone who made showing up feel like winning.
feat: a haikyuu kageyama tobio x f!reader university au smau.
synopsis ꩜ you told yourself "relationships weren't your thing" for quite some time now, but fate seems to always get in your way of things. it just so happened to crash in your university's volleyball team.
tags ꩜ lowkey self-indulgent, cursing, kys jokes, threat jokes, sexual jokes, academicweapon!reader, somewhatdepressed!reader, overworking!reader, mutual pining, slowburn, tags will be added as we go along
status ꩜ ongoing, taglist open !
writers note ꩜ first smau woohoo !! thank you @jellissante for the inspo, and @liyue @whenandfromanotherworld nd @akaashiit to review/help me through the planning! the smau name is based off laufey's album, a matter of time, but since reader is a mitski enthusiast the headers will be mitski songs/albums. SLOW + INCONSISTENT UPDATES ! comment if you'd like to be added to the taglist ! sigh i love my baby kageyama so much..., ALSO I LOVE LIKES AND COMMENTS AND REBLOGS SUPER APPRECIATED please do it makes my day okay.
friend groups - homosexuals and [name] | krsn elite cool squad
a chapter with '꩜'. next to it means there are written portions !
PAGE 1: THERE'S NOTHING LEFT FOR YOU
i. bro i will hit you
ii. himbos playing volleyball ꩜
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PAGE 2: FIRST LOVE/LATE SPRING
PAGE 3: MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE
PAGE 4: ONCE MORE TO SEE YOU
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