#yahaba x reader

#1 oikawa tōru

oikawa was used to being the one stared at. he lived for the gasps and the fan clubs. but then he saw you sitting on the fountain edge, trying to fix a broken strap on your sandal with a look of intense, adorable concentration.

the way a single curl of hair kept falling into your eyes, and the way you puffed out your cheeks in frustration, hit oikawa like a serve to the gut. he stopped mid-stride. his fan girls were talking, but their voices became muffled charlie brown noises. to him, the world had narrowed down to just you and your broken shoe. you looked up, caught him staring, and gave a small, embarrassed laugh.

oikawa didn’t wink. he didn’t give a peace sign. he actually tripped over his own feet approaching you, nearly face-planting in the dirt. he knelt down, his hands shaking—him, the great king!—as he offered his own athletic tape from his bag.

“i think i’ve just retired from being a heartbreaker,” oikawa said, his voice unusually thick with emotion. he looked up at you with wide, sparkling eyes that were dead serious. “because you just took mine and i don’t want it back. i know this sounds like a really cheesy line, but i’m physically aching right now. please, let me take you to get new shoes—and then lunch. give me one chance to be the only guy you look at?”

#2 matsukawa issei

matsukawa was at a convenience store, stone-faced as usual, reaching for the last bag of cheese snacks. at the exact same time, your hand landed on top of his. your fingers were small and warm against his calloused skin.

he looked over, expecting a fight, but found you instead—eyes wide, looking like a deer in headlights, with a tiny “oh!” of surprise. you were wearing a soft, oversized hoodie, and you looked so cozy and kind that issei felt his soul leave his body through his ears. he didn’t pull his hand away. in fact, he leaned into the space between you, his heart hammering a rhythm that felt like a drum solo.

you pursed your lip, smiling shyly and telling him he could have them. that smile was his undoing. it was over. he was down bad. he was ready to buy the whole store for you.

“keep the snacks,” matsukawa said, his voice dropping to a low, rumbling hum that made your toes curl. he leaned against the shelf, his sleepy eyes suddenly intense and full of yearning. “but only if you let me walk you home so i can ask for your number properly. i’ve lived eighteen years and i’ve never felt my pulse jump like that. give a guy a chance to show you he’s more than just a guy in a snack aisle?”

#3 hanamaki takahiro

hanamaki was at a local fair, holding a giant stick of pink cotton candy that matched his hair. he was laughing at a joke mattsun made until he saw you standing by the ring-toss game, leaning back as you threw a hoop, your laughter ringing out like literal bells (whether it’s a church bell or a jingle bell, who knows).

the world turned into a high-definition movie. every time you moved, he felt a tug in his chest, like you were holding a string attached to his heart. you missed the shot, pouting just a little, and makki felt a protective surge so strong he almost marched over and bought the whole game booth. when you noticed him watching, you gave a little wave, your eyes crinkling in a way that made him feel like he was floating.

he walked over, practically vibrating with nervous energy, and handed you his giant cotton candy like it was a bouquet of roses.

“i don’t even like sugar that much,” makki blurted out, his face heating up to match his hair. he looked at you with such raw, honest adoration that you actually stopped breathing for a second. “but you’re the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen. i’m usually much cooler than this, i swear. please, let me win you that giant panda—and then let me take you out tomorrow? just one chance?”

#4 iwaizumi hajime

iwaizumi was at the park, practicing his jumps. he was all sweat and muscle and intensity—until you walked by with a golden retriever that was clearly walking you. the dog lunged for a ball, and you stumbled, letting out a surprised “whoops!”

iwaizumi caught you before you hit the grass. one arm was around your waist, holding you steady, and the other was grabbing the dog’s leash. you looked up, breathless, your face inches from his. you saw the intensity in his eyes soften into something so tender it made your heart skip. you murmured a “thank you,” your hands lingering on his biceps, and iwaizumi felt like he’d been hit by a lightning bolt.

he didn’t let go immediately. he couldn’t. he felt like if he let go, you’d vanish like a dream.

“are you okay?” he asked, his voice gruff but shaking. he looked down at you, his thumb unintentionally stroking the side of your waist. “i... i’ve never seen anyone like you. this is going to sound crazy, but i think i’d follow you and this dog anywhere. please. let me buy you a drink? i’m iwaizumi hajime. and i really, really want a chance to know your name.”

#6 yahaba shigeru

yahaba was the “pretty boy” in training. he was walking through the school gates, checking his reflection in his phone, when he saw you helping a first-year pick up their dropped papers.

you were so gentle, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear as you spoke to the younger student. yahaba stopped. he forgot he was supposed to be the “next captain.” he forgot his hair was perfectly styled. he just felt this overwhelming, aching need to be near you. you looked up, caught his eye, and gave him a polite, dazzling smile that felt like a physical weight on his chest.

he practically floated over to you. he took the papers from your hand to help, his fingers lingering on yours, his eyes fixed on yours with a desperate, beautiful sincerity.

“you’re the girl everyone warns me about in songs, aren’t you?” yahaba whispered, his voice smooth but frantic. he was yearning, his heart visible in his eyes. “the one who shows up and ruins every other girl for me. please. give me one chance to prove i’m more than just a pretty face. i want to be the guy who makes you smile like that every day.”

#7 watari shinji

watari was at the beach, watching the waves. he liked the peace. then, you ran past him, heading toward the water, laughing as the sea spray hit your skin.

you tripped slightly in the sand and let out a little giggle, shaking your head. watari watched you, and it was like the ocean stopped moving. you were so full of life, so vibrant, and so breathtakingly beautiful in the natural light. you turned around, looking for your friends, and your eyes landed on him. you gave him a small, friendly grin, and watari felt a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the sun.

he walked over, his heart thumping against his ribs like a trapped bird.

“i think the ocean is jealous of you,” watari said, his voice quiet and incredibly sweet. he looked at you with such pure, honest love that you felt your own heart melt. “because i can’t look at it anymore now that you’re here. i know i’m a stranger, but... could i buy you an ice cream? i’d really love a chance to make you laugh.”

#12 kindaichi yūtarō

kindaichi was at a cafe, trying to look cool and mature while reading a sports magazine. you were the barista who called out his order.

when he walked up to the counter, you smiled and told him you liked his height. “you look like a great athlete!” you chirped. kindaichi’s brain turned into mashed potatoes. he took his coffee, but he didn’t move. he just stared at you, his face turning a shade of red that shouldn’t be biologically possible. you were wearing a cute apron, and you had a little smudge of flour on your cheek that he wanted to wipe away so badly it hurt.

he took a big gulp of his coffee, burned his tongue, and then looked at you with watery, determined eyes.

“i play volleyball!” he shouted a little too loudly. he winced, then lowered his voice, leaning over the counter with a desperate look. “and i’m okay at it! but i’d be much better if i knew you were watching. please... give me a chance? can i take you out when your shift ends? i’ll wait here. even if it takes ten hours. please?”

#13 kunimi akira

kunimi was napping under a tree on campus, his usual “don’t bother me” energy in full effect. he woke up because a petal fell on his face. he blinked his eyes open and saw you sitting on the bench nearby, sketching in a notebook.

he watched you for a while, mesmerized by the way you tilted your head and the soft focus in your eyes. he usually found everything “tiresome,” but looking at you felt like the most important thing he’d ever done. you noticed him watching and smiled, closing your book. “sorry, did i wake you?”

kunimi sat up, his eyes wide and unblinkingly fixed on you. he felt a spark of energy he hadn’t felt in years.

“no,” kunimi said, his voice soft but firm. he crawled over the grass toward you, looking up with a vulnerability that was almost painful to see. ​“i’m usually looking for an excuse to nap, but... looking at you makes me feel actually awake for once. it’s annoying how pretty you are. don’t make me go back to sleep yet. come get lunch with me—i think i’d rather stay awake with you.”

#16 kyōtani kentarō

kyōtani was scowling at a vending machine that ate his money. he was about to kick it when you walked up, tapped the side of the machine in a specific spot, and his drink tumbled down.

“it’s a little temperamental,” you said with a soft, melodic giggle.

kyōtani froze. he looked at the drink, then up at you. you were a little shorter compared to him, looking up with big, kind eyes and a playful smirk. he felt a roar in his chest—not of anger, but of a fierce, possessive need to protect you from everything in the world. he felt his face heat up, his scowl deepening even as his heart melted.

he grabbed the drink and held it out to you, his hand shaking.

“take it,” he grunted, then bit his lip, forcing himself to look you in the eye. his gaze was burning with a desperate sort of love. “quit staring and just take my number. i’m not as scary as i look, okay? i’ll do whatever it takes to make this work. just tell me i can see you again. well? what do you say?”

→ the taxi’s next route is to nekoma high, get in!

n: i think i used to diss yahaba before, but i’m a changed woman. i’ve decided to do 2 uploads each time as to not be choked down by the taglist.

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matsukawa ; texts back in voice memos. mentioned this in my mattsun hc post, but he basically never types. always sends long ass one to two minute voice messages, and half of it is just him thinking about what he was going to say.

hanamaki ; remembers your playlist order. he’ll ask you why you switched your number three and number five song like its the normalest thing in the world, and will go ‘fix’ it himself instead of waiting for an answer.

kyotani ; follows the sidewalk rule. used to do it because he believed it was his ‘job’ as a man, or as an elder brother and cousin, but ended up doing it so much that he does it with every single person. if they dont automatically follow what he’s doing, he’ll physically move them to the other side wordlessly.

yahaba ; always reads the instructions. he has to read the instructions out loud, then explain  them, even if no one asked.it’s endearing in a control freak kind of way. that one person you know will always know what theyre doing, even if he doesnt like it.

kunimi ; falls asleep within seconds. you’ll get up to use the bathroom and he’ll wake up, have a full, conscious, conversation with you about what youre going to have for breakfast, and be asleep before you can even get to the door.

kindaichi ; checks if your cold. just sort of looks at you, then shrugs off his jacket and drops it in your lap without a word. acts like he didn’t even notice you were shivering. if you try to give it back, he’ll just shake his head and mumble something about how you probably need it more.

It was just a simple text. Just one simple text he sent to you while he had a moment between his busy schedule that day.

"I'm picking up dinner tonight. Is there anything specific you want?"

He sent it to you and waited for an answer. And the fateful ding that alerted him to your reply would be his downfall. You meant to send him a picture of your favorite take out you'd previously had a picture of, but you accidentally sent the wrong one. One that made you freak out once you realized your screw up.

HAIROU:

-In retrospect he shouldn't have been handling a gun at the gun range when he just casually pulls out his phone while aiming a rifle. The gun ends up firing nearly all rounds at once when he suddenly pulls the trigger tight. The jarring gun makes others duck as Hairou fumbles to regain control, eventually he does but it's not without embarrassment and his face ten shades of red. You're mortified by the phone call you receive from him right after he gets an earful from the range owner. "Just what in hell were you thinking?! I could've killed somebody!" He's silent as you're fumbling apologies and explanations over the phone to him, until eventually he sighs rubbing his head. "Just.. don't do that again. Do you still want me to pick up something for dinner?" Tbh he's fighting the hard on in his pants the entire time he's away from you.

UBUME:

-Almost the same reaction as Nakime. Waits until she's done with her shift at work being a teacher and answers it once all her students left. She's extremely silent for a long, long moment just staring at the screen...One hands reached up to pull her hair out of her face to actually stare wide eyed at the screen. Her face a flushed red. She looks around to make sure she's completely alone before typing a response. "You could've just said that you wanted sex. You don't send me things like that at work! I'll pick up protection on my way home." She's very giddy despite the fact it's an accident so you decide not to spoil her rare excited mood when she shows up with dinner and the promised protection.

ENMU:

-This man is already a pervert in general. Doesn't even bat an eye at the fact there's a naked picture of his wife on the screen. He hums, downloads the picture, and then just places the phone back in his pocket to finish taking pictures of trains. Out of everyone on this list, he probably reacts the calmest out of all of them. You're mortified when he just calmly sends a dic pic back in response. He comes home calm like and acts like its no big deal that you both have nudes in your messages now- "Well I suppose next time look before you press send, Darling. Although I wasn't complaining about the new addition to my photo gallery.~" He dodges the pillow thrown at him.

SUSAMARU:

-Between classes she's only able to really look at it on break before practice. Her eyes widened as she stares at the picture on her screen before smirking. A few minutes later you get a nude of her from in the restroom. She's disappointed when you tell her that you didn't actually mean to send it to her and was trying to send the picture of a cheeseburger instead.

YAHABA:

-This germophobe literally screeches, dropping his phone on his desk and pulling away from shock and disgust. He feels like someone just sneezed on him. He immediately deletes the picture from his messages, and sanitizes his phone with some sanitizer. Once he gets over the ick of it he goes off in his message. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! Delete those photos of you at once and don't you EVER send me one of those things again!!" Like Urami he doesn't care if it's an accident, he's scolding you when he gets home and won't let it go for a while.

KYOGAI:

-This sweetheart. He's not ready for when he hears the ding on his phone. He's not answering it right away preferring to wait until all his classes are over and he's on break in the break room sipping on some coffee tired. The moment he pulls out his phone and looks at the screen, a glass breaking noise goes off in his mind- Kanae turns with a concerned look at the music teacher coughing up coffee and pounding his chest. "Kyogai, are you alright?" "I'm fine." He manages to wheeze between coughs. His face is burning red. Kyogai gives exactly one last quick look at the picture before immediately pocketing his phone. You're panicking when Kyogai never responda to your apologies afraid he's angry with you. However when he shows up and hour later with roses and wine stammering apologies for taking so long to respond to her surprise..you don't have the heart to tell him that it was actually an accident.

MUKAGO:

-She's red faced and blushing for the rest of the day. Literally faints from shock for like five minutes when she first sees the phone. She'll probably be too embarrassed or flustered to actually act on anything. Deletes the picture when you explain and ask her to.

KAMANUE:

-My guy almost screams seeing the photo. Drops his phone in the process problem ticking off his boss during a meeting. Flustered by the bold response. Looks like a kicked puppy when you explain that you didn't mean to send it, but probably saves the photo with your permission.

ROKURO:

-Rokuro.exe has stopped working. His mind goes blank seeing the picture as his entire head lights up a red. Probably saves the picture, deletes it, and then goes on to pretend it never happened. Even when he comes back to you apologizing, he's gonna pretend to not know what you're talking about and avoids anymore talk about it.

WAKURABA:

I write fluff and angst, and will do pretty much anything so long as it's not anything like incest, but at the moment I'm don't feel comfortable writing smut.

warning: I will only write what I am comfortable with writing. if I don't want to write your request, I will simply ignore it.

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yutaro kindaichi

The jerk is so annoying. He’s honest to a painful fault. When he flirts with random people on his break he shows exactly how nervous he is, and gets way too invested in things he shouldn’t- you resign yourself to having to drag him out of trouble as his senior.

You appreciate when he decides to apologize for how he acted when you first met though. You meet him halfway with an apology of your own.

It’s still hard dealing with the flirt as you train him, don’t get it wrong just cause he ends up bearable to be around. You end up thinking it’s fine having him nearby, as long as he’s mildly aware of his actions and keeps doing a good job with his work.

Yahaba on the other hand of this, finds himself very quickly enjoying your company. He likes the way you look out for him, the way you go above what you need to do for your job, and how you’re willing to except when he messes up. Yahaba has always liked people who could take his faults and believe he was still worth keeping close by.

He’s worried he likes you too much after awhile. It’s really hard to not like the way you know what to say to get a whole room to listen to you, or to turn away from your serious conversations that are strangely cute tangents.

He thinks he might seriously like you.

But he doesn’t say that. He cares too much about the rejection he’s sure to get, because he can’t chance ruining your work relationship and the possibly blooming friendship you have going on.

Yahaba keeps a lot of little things about you to himself, like how you look really good when you laugh.

He tries to be funnier when he realizes he thinks that. He’s not sure he’s succeeding. It’s not like he knows if you like him more then a work friend actually.

Yahaba concludes very suddenly, that he doesn’t care what might happen with your feelings towards him when he sees you on one of his days off with someone who’s flirting, or from his view of the situation, bugging you. He doesn’t care about the raised eyebrow you give him when he buts in to the conversation, telling the person you have a boyfriend and it’s him.

“Is that true?” The skepticism from the total stranger grates on Yahaba’s nerves, even with the knowledge that you might deny his help and say the truth.

He freezes.

Oh god, he so does care as you snake an arm around his waist. He really cares as you lean against him, saying “yeah, I’m sorry,” you squeeze a little and he stops breathing.

“My boyfriend already asked me out, so I can’t say yes to your offer.”

When the person walks away, Yahaba tries so hard not to let blush stain his entire face. It must not work since you look at him and appear concerned.

So he’s a tomato. Who cares, you just called him your boyfriend. It’s a dream come true.

He grimaces after you ask if he needs to sit, or if he’s feeling dizzy. With his ‘No!’ as your reply you go quiet. That makes him nervous. He resists the urge to ask you a million wrong questions, and waits for you instead to ask him a right one.

“Thank you…” it’s a little hesitant and it takes Yahaba way too long to realize your acting shy.

The explosion in his heart is minuscule compared to what you do to his heart next.

“Hey, if you’re alright with it.. I can buy you a drink as thanks, or we could walk around and get food somewhere you like?”

Yahaba’s not sure what it was that made him fall for your serious, nonplussed self- the same self that is definitely taking the actions he just made as platonic. But he knows why he’s not going to stop feeling this way. It’s in all the careful actions and the more thoughtless ones too. It’s in the way you’re all the way under his skin.

He’s just so happy sipping separate milkshakes with you, when he gets out of his sparkly world enough to say he’d love to get drinks. It wouldn’t matter what you were doing as long as it was together. He’s even happy your concerned about his circulation.

The offhand comments about seeing a doctor for the blushing he can’t completely stop are—embarrassingly enough—going to be replaying in his head as he tries to fall asleep that night. He hopes you don’t think he picked the milkshakes in an attempt to cool down his face. Yahaba’s hopes are dashed when you give another comment hinting at exactly that being the reason.