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how the haikyuu characters fall out of love — part 1

kageyama tobio falls out of love like a sand castle being washed away by the sea. every move is calculated as he salvages what's left of the plans you two have made, deft fingers trying to keep the remains in tact while the water seeps in every crevice of the land. the heat of the sand underneath his knees is scorching his skin, making him wince and tear up until he is forced to stand—and he realizes that sand is sand, and it only takes but one wave to have everything crashing down.

tsukishima kei falls out of love like watching a rerun of a drama for the nth time. in his eyes, you're just the same as he remembers, and he can recount the way your story unfolded without much thought. scene one is when he catches your gaze in the crowded room, and scene six is when he tells you he loves you too. he smiles when he recalls you and everything the two of you shared, but even then, there are no butterflies in his stomach and heat no longer rushes to his face. his heart is but an empty shell full of memories... so he hits "stop" on the remote before trying something new—this time, maybe an episode without you.

kita shinsuke falls out of love like a flower wilting in a well-kept garden, where the sun still shines, and the soil remains rich, but something within the stem begins to fade. the petals, once vibrant, lose their blush, not from neglect but from the slow, inevitable retreat of life itself. his hands tend with care, yet even they cannot coax back what quietly slips away. love, like nature, does not always answer to devotion. it can wane despite the tenderness, leaving only the trace of beauty that once was, a memory of bloom now cradled in the air.

miya atsumu falls out of love like water boiling in a pot. everything is fiery, and he feels his body burn as it aches for your touch. your skin is fire that rages through his veins, and oh, does he wish to bathe in this heat forever—but passion can only keep him going for so long. there's warmth, there's heat, but beneath it all, the quiet transformation has begun. what was once steady becomes restless, bubbling with an urgency that feels almost inevitable. the steam escapes, carrying with it something unseen yet felt, something that cannot be held back. and when it reaches its peak, all that remains is the emptiness beneath the lid, a quiet vessel that was once so full, now cooled, and still.

miya osamu falls out of love like a phone call ongoing. voices drifting through static, familiar yet distant. at first, there’s conversation—full of meaning, rich with connection—but soon, the pauses between words stretch longer, the silence heavier. what once flowed effortlessly now stumbles, tangled in misunderstandings and words left unsaid. the connection weakens, the signal fades, until the sound of breathing on the other side is all that remains. he hesitates, fingers hovering, knowing what comes next. then, with quiet resolve, he clicks “end" then the line beeps. it's over.

kuroo tetsurou falls out of love like the rain pouring in the dead of the night—quiet, relentless, and unnoticed by the world. it begins softly, almost imperceptibly, a fine mist that settles in the air. but over time, the drops grow heavier, more insistent, until they beat against the window like a confession no one asked to hear. there's no storm, no thunder to announce its coming, just the steady rhythm of something slipping away, drop by drop. and as the night wears on, the rain becomes a lullaby for something ending, a quiet release into the darkness where no one is watching, and no one will know it was ever there.

kozume kenma falls out of love like wearing a jacket on a hot summer day—heavy, suffocating, and no longer fitting the moment. at first, it feels like protection, a familiar comfort wrapped around his shoulders, but soon the warmth becomes unbearable. the weight of it presses down, stifling, as if love has turned from shelter into burden. he tugs at the sleeves, loosening his grip on something that once made sense but now feels misplaced. eventually, he shrugs it off, letting the fabric fall away, leaving him bare to the heat of the day, exposed but finally free to breathe again.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #kageyama x reader #tsukishima x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #kita x reader #kenma x reader #kuroo x reader #miri #wrietings #this has been in my notes app for like 4 years LOL posting this in honor of the film (better late than never)#planning to have one or two parts after this! hopefully

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how the haikyuu characters fall out of love — part 2

semi eita falls out of love like an unfinished song, melodies that once hummed through him, now broken, half-formed verses left hanging in the air, notes that never find their resolve. each chord, once full of meaning, now drifts aimlessly, as if searching for a place to land, but never does. the rhythm stumbles, then stops, a harmony that slips out of reach, fading into silence before it ever truly ends. what remains is the echo of something incomplete, a tune that no longer moves him, just stray sounds, half-remembered, no longer played but never entirely forgotten.

ushijima wakatoshi falls out of love like coffee in the morning, once warm and bold, filling the air with promise. but as time stretches, the heat fades, leaving only a cup half-sipped, a bitterness that lingers on his lips. what was a ritual now feels like a routine, the steam that rose in comforting swirls now dissipates unnoticed, like conversations that drift into silence, words growing cold as time goes on.

tendou satori falls out of love like chocolate melting on a tray, slow and inevitable, the warmth of yesterday dissolving into a quiet, bittersweet pool. what was solid becomes soft, then shapeless—familiar yet distant, a memory of sweetness that lingers but no longer holds. each passing day, he watches the edges blur, feeling it slip, first subtly, then all at once, like the fading taste of something once savored, now just a trace on his tongue, a comfort disappearing into time.

oikawa tooru falls out of love like a bird finally leaving its nest. being with you was comfortable, like a sigh of relief when reaching home. you're etched onto every part of his body and woven into every chapter of his story, but in the warmth of your embrace, he knows there's something missing. he finds a house but not a home. and so he spreads his wings, and off he goes, to challenge the unknown... all alone.

iwaizumi hajime falls out of love like a sparkler lit up during a festival—brilliant and dazzling for a fleeting moment, casting radiant light and joy, only to fizzle out as the night deepens. the sparks that once ignited his heart with hope and warmth now dissolve into the cold, empty darkness, leaving a trail of shimmering memories that quickly fade. he stands alone, watching the last embers flicker and die, realizing with a heavy heart that sometimes the most beautiful moments are those we can't hold on to, and letting go is the only way to honor the brief, breathtaking beauty they once had.

hinata shoyo falls out of love like an impulsive tattoo that was done during vacation—exciting in the moment, but soon an indelible mark of a fleeting whim. the allure fades, replaced by a permanent reminder of a decision made in haste. what was a bold declaration now seems out of place, a memento of something that no longer fits. he sees your smile, now more like the ink on his skin—something to move past rather than cherish.

#haikyuu #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #ushijima x reader #semi x reader #tendou x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hinata x reader #miri #wrietings #ushijima x you #semi x you #tendou x you #oikawa x you #iwaizumi x you #hinata x you

surprise — tsukishima kei

⇢ pairing: tsukishima kei / reader

⇢ synopsis: in which you want to surprise your boyfriend at work for his birthday, but he ends up surprising you.

⇢ word count: 3,245

⇢ genre: smut, fluff

⇢ notes: museum curator!tsukishima (...timeskip!tsukishima yes), girlfriend!reader, established relationship, a bit of cursing as usual, semi-public sex, oral sex (female receiving), this stuff was kind of inspired from real life lol i was not a good teenager sorry... but happy birthday to the love of my life for 6 years and counting, tsukki ♡

#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x you #tsukishima smut #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smut #miri #wrietings #tsukki

single — sawamura daichi

⇢ pairing: sawamura daichi / reader

⇢ synopsis: it was definitely not a good idea to let your eyes linger on the police officer—scratch that, the father of one of your son’s classmates at the nursery.

⇢ word count: 611

⇢ genre: fluff

⇢ notes: dad!daichi, police officer!daichi (basically time-skip daichi... aha), single mom!reader, just a few profanities here and there

THIS WASN’T THE first time you saw him, but he was just as handsome as you remembered.

If you were honest, you would admit that you had been preparing for this day–the day that you would finally meet him and talk to him. You told yourself so many times before that it was wrong for you to hold on to this little hope of yours, but here you are, dressed in your best clothes, making your way towards him.

You always noticed him whenever you would drop your son off in the morning at the nursery. He would be dressed in that police uniform of his as he carried his daughter in his arms to drop her off at the entrance. You tried your best to shrug off the warmth growing in your chest, but when your son finally pointed out that you had been smiling too often as you looked at that “mister,” you knew you were in too deep.

He was captivating, to describe in the least. The way he would place his hand at the back of his neck and let out a chuckle after his daughter kisses his cheek goodbye, or the way his smile wouldn’t leave his eyes watching his daughter enter the school with a wave left your heart beating faster than it did when you had your first kiss.

You sometimes cursed as you found yourself thinking more and more about him. You already fucked up the first time you fell in love with your son’s father, and now you were crushing on a, most likely, married man whose daughter goes to the same school as your son.

He was off-limits, but you still couldn’t help yourself.

A few steps away from him, and you were ready to chicken out. He wasn’t in his uniform today and went for a simple black attire–a three quarter button-up with jeans and leather shoes, but what caught your eye was the ring on his finger. It shined because of the spotlights at the top of the stage hitting it. Whatever hope you had of him being single was thrown out the door.

But then, he turned to face in your direction.

His expression lit up, and he took only four long strides to be in front of you. He even made his way through the small crowd in the front to get to where you were. “Hi,” he greeted you casually, giving you that smile that you’ve been looking at from afar. “Are you Haru’s mom?”

Your breath hitched in your throat. The fact that he knew your son’s name and, somehow, recognized you shocked you. Surely, he didn’t approach you for the same reasons you had... right?

“My name’s [Y/N], but yes, that’s me,” you answered in a rush, wiping the sweat on your palms on the fabric of the dress you were wearing. “And you are?”

God, you had been waiting so long to ask that.

“Daichi.” The hand that rested on the nape of his neck, a habit of his that you’ve noticed from the times you sneaked glances every weekday morning, moved to gesture towards the stage. He pointed to a little girl dressed like a princess, with her dark hair tied into a neat braid, before announcing proudly, “I’m Yuki’s father.”

You nodded, biting your tongue before you could reply that you knew. You let your gaze fall on the stage being set up and watched as his daughter conversed with your son. “She’s very beautiful, Daichi.”

“I could say the same for you, [Y/N].”

You didn’t want to fuck up in love again, but you felt like a willing victim today.

#haikyuu x reader #daichi x reader #daichi x you #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #daichi fluff #dad!daichi #miri #wrietings #this has been sitting in my drafts #for the longest time #and i mean over a year LOL hope someone likes it