synopsis: shōhei fukunaga wasn’t just down bad—he was olympic-level, history-making, dictionary-definition down bad for you.
fukunaga shōhei x f!reader, fukunaga might be ooc (sorry)
category: fluff, fluff, fluff (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)
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you never really planned on transferring schools in the middle of your second year, but life had other ideas. nekoma high wasn’t bad, though. the building was bigger, the uniforms were nicer, and most of your classmates were surprisingly welcoming.
still, there was him.
shōhei fukunaga.
he wasn’t the loud one or the tall one or even the captain. no, he was the boy who sat diagonally from you by the window in 2-2. and you noticed immediately because when you introduced yourself in front of the class, he looked at you like he had just witnessed the birth of a new religion.
wide eyes, slack mouth, eyebrows twitching like they weren’t sure where to settle.
the funniest part? he didn’t recover. when everyone clapped and you bowed politely, you glanced around the room, caught his face again, and he practically jolted like a squirrel caught stealing bread.
you bit back a laugh. 'what a cutie.'
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the thing about shōhei was that his expressions told on him. you never had to guess what he was thinking—his face did all the work. during math, when the teacher called on him, his entire soul left his body. when he forgot his homework, his mouth formed this little “o” of betrayal. and when you leaned over once to borrow a pencil, he short-circuited so hard you thought smoke might come out of his ears.
you decided then: he was fun to watch.
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shōhei decided then: he was doomed.
because suddenly, his entire world revolved around the transfer student in his class.
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that same afternoon at volleyball practice, shohei wasn’t himself. usually, he just vibed, listening to kuroo strategize, yamamoto yell, and yaku scold everyone. but today he blurted out, voice cracking like an old radio:
“so uh… did you guys… notice the new transferee?”
the gym was full of silence.
then yamamoto grinned like christmas had come early. “ohhhh, you mean y/n?!”
shōhei went stiff. “i—i didn’t say—”
kuroo leaned in, smirk sharp enough to slice him in half. “fukunaga, buddy, your face is redder than yaku when he yells at us. i think we’ve noticed.”
yaku crossed his arms. “finally, he talks about something other than weird jokes.”
“hey!” he protested weakly. “my jokes are—”
“bad,” everyone chorused in unison.
he groaned, covering his face, but kuroo only patted his back. “don’t worry, lover boy. we’ll help you out.”
fukunaga's stomach flipped. this could only end terribly.
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terribly adorable, apparently.
because the next day, he walked straight up to your desk during break, kuroo and yaku giving him double thumbs-up from the back like stage parents.
he cleared his throat. “so, uh… are you a magician?”
you blinked. “huh?”
“because whenever i look at you, everyone else disappears.”
you stared at him. his teammates held their breath.
then you giggled, softly. “that was terrible.”
shōhei’s brain immediately blue-screened. his knees almost gave out. yamamoto fist-pumped in the background.
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from that day on, it was game over. shōhei did not hide his affection. not even close.
he waved at you in the halls like a man stranded on an island spotting a helicopter. he slid you notes in class with doodles of cats and dumb puns. he even saved you a spot on the gym bleachers during practice matches, gesturing like a proud tour guide: behold, your throne.
if you laughed at something he said, his whole body lit up like a christmas tree. if you so much as looked at him, his soul left his body again.
and honestly? you loved it.
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months passed, and somewhere between all the bad jokes, the weird doodles, and the unashamed staring, you realized you liked him too. you realized it much sooner than he did.
fukunaga was dense, in a way. he liked you, sure—but it wasn’t until he was lying awake one night, hugging his pillow like it owed him money, that it hit him full force.
'oh crap. i’m in love.'
he buried his face in the pillow and screamed.
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once he accepted his fate, he doubled down.
“hey y/n,” he said one morning. “are you wi-fi? because i’m feeling a strong connection.”
you dropped your pen, burying your face in your hands. “shōhei, stop—”
“no, no, wait, one more! are you a campfire? because you’re hot and i want s’more.”
you were red in the face, half-laughing, half-pleading.
he grinned, completely shameless. kuroo, spying from the doorway, gave him a silent salute.
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a week later, it happened.
you were at your shoe locker after school when a boy from another class approached you, clutching an envelope.
“uh, y/n? i, um, i like you. please go out with me.”
your eyes widened. you opened your mouth—
and then there was a blur of motion.
fukunaga, sprinting down the hallway like an olympic athlete, skidded to a stop, grabbed your hand, and shouted: “SORRY SHE’S BUSY, BYE!”
before you could process it, he was dragging you down the hall, up the stairs, and into an empty classroom, slamming the door shut behind you.
panting, hair sticking to his forehead, eyes wild.
“shōhei—”
“nope. listen. i can’t—i can’t let you answer that guy because… because i need to say this first.
he was trembling. desperate. down bad in every possible way.
“i like you. no, scratch that, i’m in love with you. like, painfully in love. like, ‘write your name in all my notebooks, daydream about holding your hand, imagine you in my future’ kind of in love. i can’t stop thinking about you—like, literally, you’re in my head during math problems, during practice, when i’m brushing my teeth. you laugh at my terrible jokes and i feel like i’ve won the lottery. you look at me and i feel like i’m not some background character anymore. i just—i’m gone for you, y/n. completely, hopelessly gone. so please. please, i beg you, like me back.” the boy was literally on his knees, clutching your hands like it was life support; looking up at you like you gave him the moon—scratch that—you're the moon, his moon that lights up his dark empty nights.
the room was silent except for his heavy breathing.
your heart hammered in your chest. you bent down a little, and flicked his forehead lightly.
“you idiot,” you said softly, smiling. “of course i like you back.”
his jaw dropped.
“you… WHAT—”
“i’ve liked you for months,” you admitted, laughing now. “i was just waiting for you to catch up.”
shōhei made a noise somewhere between a squeak and a scream. then he scooped you into the tightest, clumsiest hug of your life, spinning you around once before nearly tripping over a desk.
“BEST DAY EVER,” he yelled into your hair. “I’M NEVER LETTING YOU GO.”
you laughed until your stomach hurt.
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the next morning, shōhei waltzed into practice like a man reborn.
“guys,” he announced dramatically. “she said yes.”
the gym erupted. yamamoto screamed. kuroo clapped like a proud father. yaku muttered something about “finally, the idiot did it.
“okay, okay,” shōhei said, hands up. “but now i need advice. i’m gonna take her on a date. what do i do? where do i take her? how do i—”
the team immediately exploded into chaos.
yamamoto: “TAKE HER TO KARAOKE, SHOW HER YOUR MANLY VOICE.”
kuroo: “no, no, no. classic dinner-and-walk-in-the-park. smooth, reliable.”
yaku: “don’t listen to these morons. just be yourself. but also wear deodorant, for the love of god.”
kenma, barely looking up from his game. “just… let her pick. less work for you.”
fukunaga scribbled notes furiously like this was a tactical meeting. “sorry kenma, i don't think i'll be taking that one; i can't mess anything up since i got such a pretty girl with me.” which earned a sigh from the pudding head.
“alright,” he declared. “operation: make y/n fall even harder for me begins now.”
“bro, she already said yes,” yamamoto said.
“DOESN’T MATTER,” shōhei barked. “I’M GONNA WIN HER HEART EVERY SINGLE DAY.”
the team groaned, but secretly, they were rooting for him.
"HAHA SIMP!" yamamoto yelled, being hit on the back of the head by yaku right after.
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and you? you were already doomed too. doomed in the best way possible. because how could you not fall for someone who looked at you like you hung the stars, who tripped over his own feet just to make you laugh, who would literally run across campus just to stop someone else from stealing you away?
shōhei fukunaga was hopeless, desperate, clingy, and a little unhinged.
but he was yours.
and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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a/n: this is my first time writing, please don't burn me at the stake; i just want more fukunaga stories 💔
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summary: they see someone else give you flowers, pre-relationship
pairing: karasuno boys x implied fem!reader (separate)
note from sunnie: this has been sitting in my drafts for a literal year. yikes. and it's like. really long. but each secton is relatively short? also I think it's really easy to guess who my favorites are whoops.
Daichi Sawamura considers himself a chivalrous guy. He holds open doors, walks on the half of the sidewalk closest to the road, and always, always carries your bag for you whenever he walks you home from school.
He's a gentleman.
So he's more than a little confused when he sees someone else giving you flowers during the short break between fifth and sixth period.
Okay. So maybe he hadn't yet gotten around to finally asking you out. But can you blame a guy? You make him so nervous, and he's already got an entire volleyball team worth of morons to watch out for. But even if they keep him busy, he had been planning on asking you to be his, officially.
And now some guy he'd never even seen before was giving you flowers.
Daichi is a gentleman, captain of the Karasuno boys volleyball team, and—if you were to ask Asahi—downright terrifying when he was annoyed with someone. He's crossed halfway down the hallway towards you before the guy (seriously, how had Daichi never seen him before?) turns bright red, glances at Daichi over your shoulder, and takes off down the corridor with his tail between his legs.
Daichi is starting to think that maybe Asahi was right about how scary he looks, but he's got other things to worry about as his feet finally carry him to you. He's nervous, he realizes, that maybe the flowers came with the offer of a date.
He's scared shitless over the possibility that you might have said yes.
"What was that about?" He tries to sound casual, hands buried deep in his pockets so you can't see how they're clenched into clammy fists. You turn to face him, finally, when he makes his presence known.
He watches as your pretty face twists into a wince, glancing between the bouquet of flowers held in your hand, the direction your suitor took off in, and then towards himself.
The flowers aren't even that nice, he thinks bitterly. Though he doesn't know enough about flowers to say it with confidence.
"You know that second year I tutor on Thursdays?" You ask, and he feels a swift sense of relief at two things. First being that your tone isn't the dreamy one of a girl who had been just swept off her feet by a grand romantic gesture of flowers, rather one on the verge of a wince. And second, he was older than the guy.
He didn't feel the most mature after having satisfaction in that, but it helped soothe his ego.
"Yeah, of course," He realizes he needs to give you an answer. It's hard for him to stop frowning at the flowers in your hand and smile like alarms hadn't been blaring in his mind ever since he stumbled upon you.
"Well, I think he might have gotten the wrong idea." You're not even holding the flowers like you want them, and Daichi's frown morphs into a grin. He's still a little annoyed that he hadn't thought to get you flowers first, but at least no one had come in to swoop you off your feet.
"Are you going to keep the flowers?" Daichi asks, doing a horrible job at keeping his relief and hopefulness from his voice. You shoot him a glance, having no doubt caught onto his weird tone, and he's hurrying to cover his mistake. "I mean, he still might think you're interested if he sees you carrying them around all day."
He's smiling, but it's his nervous one, and he can read it in your face that you have him completely figured out.
"You're right," You say, and it's all Daichi can do to keep from sighing audibly in relief. His heart is racing a mile a minute, and he still has to survive after school practice, somehow. "Do you think I could sell them to Tanaka and Nishinoya to give to Kiyoko?"
There's a beat of silence between your question and Daichi's response where he realizes you're being serious.
His nervous smile is replaced by a genuine one as he shakes his head with a chuckle. He manages to find some of his bravery and boldly swings an arm over your shoulder to lead you towards the second year classes.
"Let's see if we can find them quick. Kiyoko'll kill us if she finds out what we're doing."
He'll bring you flowers tomorrow. Ones you won't pawn off to his teammates for vending machine money.
Koshi Sugawara is only minding his business, walking to practice after school, when suddenly you're latched onto his arm.
Not that he's complaining. He'd just been thinking about you, and what you were doing, and if he could come up with a reason to see you on the day off from school tomorrow. He's a little flustered by your sudden arrival, by your hand curled around his bicep, but he's certainly not going to pass on the opportunity to have you close.
He's mid-greeting when he finally sees it. Clutched in your hand is a bouquet of flowers, wrapped in plastic and even still with the price sticker on the outside. His face twists in confusion, especially as he finally spots the flustered look on your face and the embarrassed way you glance over your shoulder behind you. He wants to check and see what you're so clearly running from, but his mind stalls as it snags on one tiny detail.
Someone gave you flowers. A really shitty bouquet, too, but that's not exactly the point. Someone—that's not him—gave you flowers.
He hasn't asked you to be his girlfriend yet, but he did take you out to dinner last week. He's not so much worried about someone coming to steal you away from him, but he is panicking that he didn't bring you flowers when he picked you up at your house and held your hand all the way to your favorite ramen place.
Isn't that Romance 101? He should have brought you flowers.
"I don't want to seem rude," Your pretty voice snaps him from his thoughts, and he swears he could almost sigh in relief when he sees you frown down at the poorly selected bouquet someone had presented you. "But I don't want these. Some second year just asked me out and gave them to me. I don't even know his name."
Sugawara could die he's so relieved that you want nothing to do with someone else asking you out. In fact, with the way you're clutching his arm tighter than you're holding the flowers, he feels like he could take on the world.
"I can get rid of them for you, if you want." He tries to sound casual, and not like he's overeager about the idea of dumping the flowers you got from some random in the trash. You nod, handing the offending gift off, and he feels his face warm as your fingers brush his. It makes him think of your date, of how your knuckles brushed together a few times before he was bold enough to thread your fingers through his. His face is surely bright red, but there's another question he can't seem to shake. "What did you tell him? When he asked you out?"
It's not an accusatory question. Not when you didn't even try to keep the flowers, or mention the guys name. No, he has no doubt that you turned him down. But he is incredibly interested in what reason you gave him, though.
"I told him that I'm already seeing someone," Your words are far from a grand, bold statement, but they're all he needs to hear. A grin takes over his features and he feels just a little dorky about the way he stands up taller and subconsciously puffs out his chest.
He likes your answer. A lot.
He likes it so much, that he's at your house a few hours later after practice. He'd spent most of it distracted, thinking about you and your smile and why you turned down the second year.
Mostly, he was thinking about the flowers he wanted to buy you.
The bouquet is clutched in his clammy hands when you open your front door, and though it was only a couple short hours since he had seen you last, the wind is still knocked from his lungs at the sight of your smile.
The fact that you're smiling and not trying to run off is a sign that he's doing good. Much better than the second year had done.
"I, uh, should've gotten you these when we went out last week." He can't help the way he stumbles over his words. You just make him so nervous. But you're smiling, and soon so is he, as you tug both him and the flowers inside.
He's pretty sure he hears you call him a dork, but he'll take the insult as long as you say yes to being his girlfriend.
Asahi Azumane feels his chest seize the moment you walk into the gym at the start of practice.
It's not his usual panic, though. The sight of you alone is typically enough to send his weak heart into cardiac arrest, let alone if you go so far as to smile at him. The first time you spoke to him, he's pretty sure he died for a few seconds.
No. When you finally race into the gym, moments before practice is supposed to start, shouting apologies to Takeda and Kiyoko about not being there earlier to help set up the net and ball baskets, Asahi's attention snares on something you set carefully by the pile of your belongings.
Flowers.
He knows he's staring, and he knows he won't have an answer that he could choke out if you catch him and ask what his deal is, but he can't change the course of his focus. Not when you came stumbling into practice with flowers, acting so casual about it, like you got them all the time.
Oh god, did you? Sure, he made it a point to talk to you before, during, and after practice as much as he could without wussing out. He probably knew more about you than anybody else on the team, your fellow co-manager Kiyoko included.
But what about outside of practice? Really, he couldn't blame anyone for getting you flowers. You're just too pretty and too nice, and he would have gotten you dozens of bouquets—if the thought wasn't more nerve-wracking than the idea of sending a serve into the back of Daichi's head.
Speaking of his captain, he swears he hears him and Sugawara struggling to stifle their laughter. No doubt they're laughing at him, still staring wide-eyed and gaping at the flowers you had brought into practice. It takes Nishinoya yelling his name—and consequently drawing everyone's attention to him—for him to snap back to focus.
Just his luck, he catches your eye, and he feels like dying on the spot when he glimpses the grin on your face you're trying to suppress.
"Is something wrong, Asahi?" You ask so sweetly, and his face burns so red he knows there's no getting out of it. Daichi and Sugawara burst into a fit of laughter, no longer trying to hide their amusement. Even you have to turn your cheek to hide your wobbly smile, but it's no use, because he sees it anyways.
He's so embarrassed, he feels it down to his toes, and he's so relieved when Coach sends them on some warm up laps to distract himself.
Except, he can't stop thinking about who gave you the flowers. Were they a third year? Were they in your class? Did he know who they were? Did they ask you on a date?
He wanted to run laps to avoid thinking about the flowers, but for the next two hours, all he can consider is the goddamn bouquet settled against your bag on the sidelines. At one point, a stray spike from Tanaka nearly takes them out, and Daichi tells him to be careful of your stuff.
Flowers are delicate and special, Sugawara had chastised. Asahi thinks he might be sick.
By the time the gym is cleaned, cleared, and Coach dismisses everyone, Asahi feels like his heart is going to beat straight out of his chest. He's not sure he's entirely in control as his feet carry him across the gym and to you.
"Hi," He starts lamely, but he's already off to a better start than he thought he would get.
"Hi, Asahi," You smile up at him, bag over your shoulder and flowers clutched in your hands. He watches as you try and stifle a giggle, doing a horrible job of it, and gesture to the flowers as if he hadn't seen them yet. "Aren't they pretty?"
"Yeah, uh." He continues just as witty as he started. "Who—who got them for you?"
Your eyes give you away, and he watches as your stare darts to the side, lip caught punishingly between your teeth to bite back a grin. With a frown, he follows the direction your attention had been previously been pulled in.
He finds that he's looking at Daichi and Sugawara, both doing a horrible job of acting like they were busy packing their bags to leave and not watching the interaction before them unfold like it was a spectator sport.
"Daichi? Or Suga?" He asks despite the way his heart has plummeted to his feet. He knows his face is probably pale, and you can read every emotion on his face.
He's a little confused, because it looks like you're struggling to contain a laugh. One more glance to the side, and he realizes his friends are having no such qualms.
"Guys," You turn and face Daichi and Suga, frustrated sigh falling past your lips despite the way they were just twisted up in a grin. "This is so mean. Can I just tell him?"
"Tell me what?" Asahi asks despite the way his two friends boo and complain about you ruining their fun. You hold up the flowers once more, as if he had forgotten their presence.
"Those idiots got me these, but they told me not to tell you. For a prank, apparently."
For not the first time that evening, Asahi is left gaping like a fish. Daichi and Suga are laughing so hard they caught the attention of the rest of the team. He's certain his face is bright red, but he can't think past the swell of relief he's feeling. He thought he had come so close to missing his chance with you.
Really, he can only think to do one thing.
"Please go on a date with me?"
Yuu Nishinoya wants to be able to brag that he's early to practice for once. He's got fifteen minutes until he's supposed to be on the court, and he's leisurely strolling up to gym.
Oh, he's going to rub it in Tanaka's face that he was early.
Except, twenty feet from the gym doors he stops completely in his tracks. His jaw is nearly on the ground, and any relaxed composure he had managed to scrounge together flies out the window.
Because there you were. And usually, your presence amps up his outrageous energy to level eleven just to hear you giggle at his nonsense, but you're holding something that makes his thoughts tumble over the edge.
You have flowers.
You're talking to your friends, waiting after school for your study group to start. He knows your schedule like the back of his own hand, because he adores the ground you walk on.
Even if you're not actually his girlfriend. Yet, he swears. But maybe he's losing his chance, because you're holding a bouquet of flowers that he knows for a fact you didn't have an hour earlier when he saw you between classes and begged you to wait for him to be done with practice so he could walk you home.
He's got fifteen minutes until he needs to be in the gym, and now he's scrambling to find something to one-up the flowers someone got you.
He checks the front of the school first, trying to desperately remember if there were flowerbeds he could borrow (read: steal) from and give you better flowers. Surely, you'd forget all about the bouquet some loser gave you when he presented the prettiest flowers in all of the Miyagi to you.
Except, there's no flowerbeds.
He's not the least bit embarrassed when he lets out a groan so loud a few of the students lingering by the front of the school flinch. He's borderline frantic, and he's never been the best at regulating his emotions in the first place.
You don't mind when he gets worked up. You just giggle all pretty and tell him the obvious solution to his problems. You have the patience of a saint, especially when it comes to his nonsense—Daichi and Sugawara had told him as much—and genuinely seem to enjoy being around him.
You deserve flowers, from him, but he can't find a single petal anywhere.
Practice starts in seven minutes. He's considering just drawing a picture of flowers, maybe giving you an IOU one bouquet. (Is bouquet spelled with one 'k' or two?)
He's sprinting down the hallway when he finally sees the answer to his prayers.
The vending machines.
He skids to a stop in front of the drink machine, palms pressed against the chilled glass and wide eyes frantically scanning through the options available to him. He's trying to remember which drinks he's seen you order for yourself, when the spots a juice brand he's never even heard of, tucked away in the bottom left corner.
It has flowers on the packaging.
His heart is racing and he knows he's running out of time, but he thinks he might just make practice on time if buys the juice and runs, maybe he'll even have to toss it to you in a sprinting drive-by.
That's when he realizes the fatal flaw to his plan.
He's flat broke.
A very undignified scream tears past his lips before he's sprinting off again, but this time he knows what he's looking for. He takes the stairs to the clubhouse three at a time—a miracle with his shorter than average legs—and throws open the volleyball club room door so fast and loud that it bangs against the wall.
Asahi screams. Daichi shouts for him to knock it off! Yamaguchi drops the uniform he was in the process of changing into.
"I need vending machine money!" Nishinoya yells, and nobody makes any attempt to move and give him some change. But then, through panting breaths, he gets out a few words to explain himself.
Mostly, your name and flowers and need juice.
Somehow, Tanaka understands what he's saying and translates for the group. Nishinoya promises to invite everyone to the wedding when, with only a few grumbles of complaints, his beautiful, beautiful teammates did in their bags for enough change to buy the flower-juice.
He's gone the second Sugawara drops the last coin from his pocket into his waiting hand and he barely hears Daichi shouting that he has five minutes to get to the gym as he takes the the stairs three at a time down.
The rest of his journey goes without much incident—though he did get yelled at by a teacher for running in the halls, it wasn't the Vice Principal so he's not too worried.
Juice in hand, he shouts your name the second he has you in his sights. You're not far from where he saw you last, talking with your friends and still holding that ugly bouquet. And okay, maybe the flowers weren't hideous, but they weren't from him, so he'd rather choke than compliment them.
He calls your name three more times before he finally skids to a halt in front of you, bent at the waist and offering the juice like it was made of gold. He's panting, and he's a little embarrassed about that.
He's an athlete, after all. Did he really panic so much he's out of breath?
But he decides it's all worth it when you grin at him and take the juice.
"Is this why you've been running around yelling for the past fifteen minutes?" You smile, and he swears it's like the heavens opened up around him to bless him with the sight. He opens his mouth to tell you just that, but Hinata calls his name from the gym door.
It's then that he realizes his entire team his standing in the doorway of the gym, watching the entire interaction. Tanaka is giving him two thumbs up while Ennoshita tells him off for being so obvious. Kageyama is arguing with Hinata about blowing their cover.
Your friends laugh, but you're still smiling, so he can't mind too much.
"There's flowers on the package!" He shouts while running backwards towards the gym, ensuring to bring your attention to the juice.
You laugh and promise to wait for him after, and he thinks he did pretty good.
Even if he was late to practice in the end.
Ryuunosuke Tanaka thinks that if he's devoted enough, you'll just have to fall in love with him. It can't possibly be flawed logic, because it's his logic.
Which is why he makes sure to always make it to your matches on time and cheering loud. It's as if you can't get anymore perfect—you just have to play volleyball, too.
He's already planned your wedding, six different ways, during the course of the match. Your team takes it in two sets, and if Ennoshita hadn't accompanied him to come watch you play, he probably would've taken his shirt off and swung it around.
Somehow, Tanaka is riding the high of your win—for all of eight and a half minutes.
That's how long it takes for him to watch, helpless and stuck in the stands, as some guy he's never seen before—someone totally unworthy of you—steps up to give you flowers.
He's practically raging in the stands, almost ready to tear the place apart. Ennoshita tells him to knock it off, and if the crowd wasn't separating him from the loser who brought you flowers, he probably would've done something about the smug look on the face of the guy encroaching on you. With a pout so childish he probably should be embarrassed, Tanaka can only watch you show off your flowers from the stranger to your teammates.
Oh, he can so do better.
If you want flowers, he'll get you flowers. He'll get you so many flowers you'll be sick of them, and the ugly bouquet from some random will be nothing more than a nightmare to you.
And he does it, too.
For two weeks, every day, he's bringing you flowers. In the morning before classes, or after school in that sweet twenty minutes where neither of your practices have started and he's able to talk to you all smooth-like.
Meaning he can barely get a word out to you after practically shoving the flowers into your hands.
Everyday.
For two weeks.
Ennoshita tells him he's being lame, but Nishinoya is all for it, and your smile is like a shot through his heart every time he hands you flowers. It's enough to sustain him, though he has to admit his wallet is taking a beating from his show of affection.
Everything changes when they're finally able to lure Nekoma to a practice match on their home turf. Old rivalries and new egos competing in Karasuno's gym, and minutes before the match is about to start Tanaka spots something holy from the corner of his eye.
It's you. Flanked by a few of your teammates and sizing up Nekoma within seconds, but it's you. Tanaka is distracted immediately, nearly taking a set to the face instead practicing a spike like he was ordered by Ukai. Daichi shouts something about staying focused, but Noya fires back at him a plea to not interrupt true love.
Tanaka hears maybe a third of what's said, because you're standing in his gym like you're going stay and watch—and you're holding flowers.
Ennoshita shoves him in the direction of you, claiming that it's obvious he won't be able focus on the match until he talks to you. As Tanaka approaches, your friends give encouraging smiles and slip away to talk to Kiyoko.
He means to ask what you're doing here, but the words don't come out. All he does is make fish out of water faces while glancing between you and the flowers, silently asking for an explanation.
"These are for you, after you win the practice match." You tell him simply, and with the way your pretty, pretty voice hits his ears, he knows it's true. He will win, because you said he will.
"Okay," He nods, eyes wide and face flushed. He knows he sounds breathless, but he's barely warmed up enough to use it as an excuse.
"And stop giving me so many flowers. I appreciate them," You hurry to assure, though he's ready to agree to anything you say. Anything. "but I've run out of vases to put them in. I've given the last four to my neighbors."
"Okay," He nods, again. Breathless, again. He's honestly not even sure this conversation is happening, but the grin that curves your lips upwards is too heavenly to just be a dream.
"Now, go kick some Nekoma ass, Ryuu."
"Okay,"
Tanaka turns around, and finds his whole team watching for his reaction. All he can think to do—to function, really—is raise his fists in the air and yell in victory.
You giggle at his excitement. Nekoma's Yamamoto can be heard wailing. Tsukishima comments about it being a creative way to mentally break the opposing team.
Tanaka hopes you stay watching him, because he feels ready to outplay Ushiwaka.
Tobio Kageyama hates studying. It's not as fun as volleyball, and takes up too much time and brainpower. He's not good at it either, which adds another level of frustration to an already unenjoyable experience.
But he gets to see you, which makes his Ukai-mandated tutoring sessions just a little bit more bearable.
You're quiet, which he likes, but you're not a pushover. You keep him in check—which Daichi says should earn you a Nobel Peace Prize, whatever that means—and on task, for the most part.
Though, he does spend the first ten and last fifteen minutes of each study session focusing more on you rather than his notes. He watches you with the same focused precision he uses to analyze volleyball plays. Tobio feels the same way, too; like he wants to know every part of you with absolute perfection.
It's why he doesn't notice the no-named scrub approaching in the final minutes of the study session. You're packing up, chatting with him about something he can't actually hear over his internal dialogue trying to figure out a way to ask you to come to Karasuno's next tournament.
It's too late by the time he realizes that someone else has come to steal your attention away. You, as always, are polite to the interrupter. Tobio is, predictably, not.
He keeps his mouth shut, teeth practically cracking together, and glares as the nobody hands you a bouquet of flowers. Tobio doesn't expect to get so worked up as he does, but the sight of you clutching flowers someone else got you is both a shot to his pride and has something tightening in his chest.
He doesn't understand it, and he doesn't like it.
The scrub leaves, followed out by nothing less than Tobio's harshest glare. You clear your throat, and his attention is snapped back to you, still sitting across the table from him. Your pretty brows are tugged into a pout of concern, and Tobio nearly melts at the sight.
"Everything alright, Kageyama?" You ask him, carefully quiet and mindful of the fact you're still seated in the library. He nods, stiffly, ears burning and unable to meet your gaze.
"Do you..." He trails off, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck while he tries to find his non-volleyball confidence. He winces at his awkward tone, but you remain still, attentive. The tight thing in his chest twists a little at your care. "Do you like flowers?"
You glance at the bouquet you were just given, like it's the first time you've seen it, despite it just being handed to you. Tobio watches as you fail to hide the grimace at the flowers, and he feels his ears burn even further when he realizes relief floods through him.
"I do," You explain, but you don't sound convinced. "I'm just... not into him."
Tobio leaves the conversation there, but he's still thinking about it a week later. That uncomfortable feeling in his chest when you were first given the flowers. By someone other than him.
He comes prepared for your next study session, albeit a bit stiff.
You're waiting at your usual table in the library, and it's on awkward feet that he approaches. You glance up from your textbooks when he gets close, eyes widening in shock when you see what he's holding.
A dozen roses.
Tobio can't look at you when he shoves the flowers in your direction, arm jutting out like he's handing you a loaded weapon and not a symbol of his affection.
But you're smiling. Warm and bright and wholly unlike last week's flowers from the scrub. There's another burning feeling in Tobio's chest when you accept the bouquet.
Pride.
Shoyo Hinata doesn't really believe his eyes when he sees you walk out to meet him in front of the school at the end of the day.
He's waiting by the front of the building, where he always is on days when your clubs end at the same times and he's able to walk you to the station. It's his favorite part of the week, and the only time he's willing to leave the gym before Kageyama.
Half the team still doesn't actually believe that you let him walk you.
He's grinning like always when he first sees you come into frame, nearly vibrating in place and calling your name as if you can't see him. Your smile is so pretty it catches him off guard, distracts him from his worst nightmare cradled in your arms.
You're ten feet away from him when finally notices, and his cheering stops immediately.
"Hey! Who gave you those flowers!" It should be a question, Shoyo realizes after the words fly out of his mouth, though it sounds more like a demand to tell him. You, sweet as always, don't scold him for his outburst.
"Hi, Shoyo," You greet him first, voice kind as you come to stand at his side. He's visibly pouting at the bouquet in your arms, but he can't find it in him care. "They're from this guy in my club. He asked me on a date, but I turned him down."
He tries not to let his joy show too obviously on his face, but he knows he's too easy to read. With his nerves calmed—at least for the moment—with the knowledge that you turned down the random guy from club, he's able to act at least a little bit normal on your trek to the station.
But now? Now he's on a mission.
He tries to hold normal conversations with you, really, but he's too focused on his secret task. He still carries your bag for you, even the flowers, begrudgingly, and nods along to everything you're saying. Even if he's not paying the most attention.
And, okay, he does feel a little guilty about not giving you his full attention when he waits the week for this very limited alone time with you, but it all pays off when he spots his target.
A flower bed.
Abandoning the bouquet in the basket of his bike he'd been pushing alongside you, Shoyo takes off into the yard of some random house on the way to the station.
You're calling his name in a hiss, but he's too focused on accomplishing his task. He is slightly aware he's technically trespassing, so he's careful to only take a few. Barely enough to be missed and definitely far less than what you deserve, but at least it's something.
He dashes out of the yard just as fast as he ran in, both your and his backpacks crashing with his quick movements. He stops in front of you, all wide eyes and hopeful grins while extending his bounty to you.
Flowers. Stolen from a garden, yes, but he hopes the fact that they're coming from him might account for the fact that they're a little limp from his manhandling.
"These are for you!" Shoyo declares, running on adrenaline and determination. Where he thrives best. "Please don't turn me down too!"
For a moment, Shoyo is frozen. He thinks he might've messed things up, or been too much, like Tsukishima always tells him.
But then you're smiling, and you take the stolen flowers from him.
"They're perfect, Sho," You're always so patient with him; he thinks he might be falling in love.
Shoyo finds just enough self control to not blurt that out, yet.
Kei Tsukishima likes to pretend that he doesn't watch you.
He thinks he's pretty good at it, too, when he's spent half a term watching you from afar without being confronted about it once. If anyone where to ask him, he'd deny it anyways, but there's a smug satisfaction he gets at not being caught.
He's lingering the hallway between classes, listening to Tadashi complain about some problem or another he's running into while practicing his jump float serves. Kei doesn't really hear him, because his attention is solely focused on you.
You're a little ways down the hallway, minding your own business while selecting from the vending machine. You're not in any type of danger that would require him to watch you so intently, but his attention has barely strayed from you since the moment you walked off with a muttered be right back, guys.
Tadashi is still talking, so he misses the way Kei's focus narrows on a second year approaching you, flowers in hand like he's living in some shoujo manga. He tells himself he doesn't care, but he stands straighter and narrows his eyes while watching the exchange.
The guy says something to you, looking like he's never talked to a girl in his life. You smile back—which Kei nearly rolls his eyes at—and take the flowers offered to you with a grin. As a final nail in the coffin, the second year hands you a folded piece of paper.
As soon as the guy walks off, Kei is closing the distance between the two of you. He doesn't even care that he might be blowing his whole I don't care persona, or his I'm not always watching you like a lovesick fool bit, either.
"What was that about?" Kei tries for nonchalance but it comes out more strained that he would've liked. You don't seem to notice the difference in his tone, thankfully, but he doesn't like the way you're smiling at the flowers so wistfully.
"He asked me out." You shrugged, fighting a grin that makes him scowl even more than usual. You hold up the paper he gave you, and now that he's not watching you from across the hallways, he can see the numbers scrawled across it. "Gave me his number and everything."
"Don't tell me you're actually going to entertain him." He keeps his voice purposefully flat, devoid of emotion. You shrug again, cheeks burning, and though he keeps his face neutral, Kei memorizes the way you look all pouty and flushed.
"I don't you," You sigh. "This is the first time anyone's ever given me flowers. Why not give him a chance?"
Kei does not like this answer. But he can't voice it even if he knew how, because it's then that Tadashi has finally made his way through the crowd, complaining about how he was abandoned.
Kei drops the conversation, but he doesn't forget it.
He beats you to class the next day, like usual. His seat is next to yours in homeroom, and he's already set up for the day with notes out and headphones on by the time you enter the classroom.
He tries to act like he's not watching your every movement, but he thinks he might be a little obvious with the way he takes one headphone off his ear when you get close—the one on the same side as you.
"Tsukki, what's this?" You ask, voice delicately soft in the otherwise quiet classroom. You're not drawing attention to yourself, or him, or the bouquet of flowers he left on your desk before you arrived. It makes him a little bolder, a little more willing to be honest with you.
"Flowers." He supplies, rather unhelpfully in his typical bored tone. Your intelligent eyes snap to him, and he has to fight his own urge to look away from your stare. He's crumbling and Kei Tsukishima doesn't crumble. "So you don't have to go out with that lame second year. You're welcome."
He sees you connect the dots, then. That the flowers are from him, and that he'd rather swallow his pride and admit you being asked out bothered him enough to do something about it than watch you go on a date with someone else.
Now he has to look away. The tips of his ears are starting to get too warm for his own comfort. Hence the headphones this morning.
"Thank you, Tsukki." You cheer, settling slowly into your seat as if you'd never seen anything so pretty as the flowers he bought you. Kei shrugs, tugging his headphones back securely over his ears.
"Don't think too much about it."
Tadashi Yamaguchi considers himself lucky to just be in your presence, always.
He's watching you with a focused look on his face while you explain one of the homework problems that really tricked you up the night before. He's walking with you and Tsukki to the club room before practice, where you're go your separate way and head home for the evening, and he's hooked on your every word.
It's why he doesn't notice the newcomer until he's standing in front of you, flowers held in shaking hands.
You're wedged between Tadashi and Tsukishima, so this newcomer has reason enough to be intimated. Tadashi can only watch—in horror—as this stranger holding out flowers to you babbles through some speech about admiring you from afar and wanting to get to know you better.
Before he knows you, you're holding the flowers and the guy takes off. Tadashi doesn't know what to do, not when he sees his chance with you slipping through his fingers. It's not like he's ever made it obvious that he likes you—god, he hopes not—but you are the walking embodiment of perfect.
And someone else just asked you out. In front of him.
"That was..." You laugh nervously, looking between the flowers and the two boys flanking you. Tadashi can only stare, face burning, while he struggles to string together a sentence that doesn't sound completely lame.
"Spare me," Tsukki huffs, rolls his eyes. It snaps Tadashi from his stupor, but just before he can tell his friend off for being rude, the blond shoves his shoulder in the direction of you. "Get it over with now, Tadashi."
And that was probably the worst thing Tsukki could've said before walking off.
He's left standing still, gaping like a fish at you. It doesn't help that you're looking to him for answers, still holding the flowers from another guy.
This is the worst way this could happen.
"Get what over with?" You ask sweetly, not sparing a retreating Tsukishima a second glance and instead putting all your focus on him.
Tadashi is certain his face is red. He's probably sweating, too. There's no stopping his nervous laugh, or the uncomfortable tell that something is up by the way he rubs the back of his neck while being unable to make eye contact with you.
"I-I don't want to sound lame." Tadashi stammers, backed into a corner by his best friend. You don't waver, pretty face twisted into concern the longer he drags this out. Now or never. "But, uh, I maybe had a plan to... to get the courage to ask you... out?"
It takes a moment for his roundabout answer to process in your mind, and every millisecond that ticks by in silence only deepens the wince on his face. He's finally going to do it. He's going kill Tsukishima.
You don't say anything. Not even when you turn, walking away from him. Tadashi feels his whole world fall apart around him for the time it takes you to walk ten feet to the nearest garbage can.
You drop the flowers in the trash, and walk back to him. Now it's his turn for his brain to catch up.
"Okay," You nod, determined, standing in front of him with no flowers and every expectation. "Do it."
"Do... what?"
"Ask me out."
You're so certain in your words, tiny grin cracking your soft lips. You want him to ask you out. He's still reeling from the devastation of watching you walk away from him seconds ago, and now he's suffering the whiplash of you telling him to ask you out.
This is going way better than he could've expected.
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• Before he even realizes what he feels, he believes he got a cold. Suo and Nirei have to explain it to him, and find joy in Sakura having a crush on someone. Sakura, bless his heart, ended up catching a cold from shock.
• Suo convinced him that the way to your heart would be food. He believes he can do it himself, yet fails miserably and burns them.
• Sakura got help and eventually does make the food correctly, but his delivery…he shoves the food in your arms with a burning red face and scurry’s off.
• Word gets around and everyone knows about Sakura’s crush in you, even Umemiya. Everyone except you knows, of course. Though everyone’s surprised you haven’t caught on, regarding the teasing they do to Sakura and how red his face turns.
• Sakura has to be convinced to not just ask you out on a whim with no gift by Kotoha, who says you deserve something nice.
• He eventually asks you out with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and snacks. You said yes (of course).
[ dating ]
• He has to adjust to being loved, in that he blushes so intensely you think he could have all types of fevers. Makes it a bit embarrassing when you’re trying to be affectionate.
• When you visit his house you notice his lack of…well, everything. So you buy him at least a few things he could use, like a pillow. And you get yourself your own dining ware for visits.
• You bring him food to his classroom when he forgets. His classmates will tease him when you leave, making his face turn bright red. He eats the food with thoughts of only you.
• Your first kiss was right after a fight. He saved a girl from being hurt and realized how easily you could be hurt, or worse. So right as he saw you, he immediately pulled you into a kiss. After a few seconds he realized what he was doing and jumped back a few feet burning red.
• After the first kiss, he starts wanting to kiss more. Except he’s way too awkward about to actually ask you so he glares stares at your mouth and hopes you get the hint. You do.
Btw ladies I’m 6feet tall, a millionaire, I have a penthouse, I donate to charities, I like long walks on the beach and deep conversations, and I love feminist literature.
you were always there. he knows. he knows very well that no matter what happens, you're always there to cheer him up.
"I want to make everyone smile," when he said that, the first person that comes to mind, was you. he wanted to make you proud of calling him your friend, happy to support him, and someone worthy of your smile.
you weren't a celebrity, just his friend from childhood. the friend that often called him out to play and the friend who always defended and cheered him up. his heart sank the first time you stood up to those neighbourhood bullies for him.
"that hurt, you bitch!" leaving you and tamon alone after your outburst. tamon quickly kneels to your side.
"please don't die on me!" he cried, you sniffle back a laugh.
"I'm not gonna," he pulls you in for a hug.
"you say that but you're bleeding," he sobs.
"please tell me, you're not crying." he can't help but cry even louder.
not only was that the first of many times he cried for you, that was the tamon you know, a crybaby.
you barge into his apartment as if you owned the place. dropping your bag mindlessly on the ground, along with the gift you brought along from fukuoka.
"oh, um sorry..." you stand still, shaking a little like a leaf about to fall off the tree. utage, the girl tamon had been talking your ear off about was on top of him. he, on the other hand was flushing and sweating like crazy! what's going on. they weren't about to-
"y/n!" tamon calls from the floor, you squat down, hiding your face in your palms. what are you doing, they're definitely going out or something.
"it's not what it looks like miss, I just fell and he caught me!" utage shouts, hoping to clear the air. you look up at them, tamon comes over to you. pulling you up and into a hug.
"god, I missed you!" you can't help but return the hug.
calming down from the little scene, you managed to clear your head. you're here, on a weekend getaway.
"I'm gonna leave, there's dinner on the table. sleep early, you got work tomorrow!" utage quickly leaves after seeing the interaction between you and tamon, maybe you were his secret lover?
you wished. you both had matured nicely, it's been about twelve years since you became his friend. you won't lie to anyone even yourself, but he's definitely more attractive now especially with his pink hair.
"you're not in love with her, are you?" you mumbled, head on his shoulder as he laughs.
little do you know, even if he's babbling about her to you, he does the same about you especially on interviews. everything was always about you.
"she's just a friend I made here in Tokyo, you're still number one in my heart." your heart skips a beat at his confession.
"tamon-" he pressed his lips to yours, catching you off guard at the sudden kiss.
"I've always loved you, I love you so so much." his eyes go dark, his tone deeper. (I love Yan tamon)
both of you are flustered, you weren't expecting him to dive in for another kiss, placing your hands over to his face to stop him. you've thought about it a lot. he's an idol, tamon isn't yours but everyone's. he's not the same shy and easy to bully kid from your bittersweet hometown. he's tamon of f/ace, the wild and sexy member. dating him had been a far away fairytale dream, you're aware won't happen.
"y/n?" he tilts his head, tears pricked in the corner of your eyes, from the soft way he calls your name.
"tamon, I liked you too but it won't work for us... you're an idol and I'm nobody worthy of you..." your voice cracks.
"oh y/n," he hugs you once more.
"nothing will stand in our way, I'm the nobody worthy of you. remember when we were little and you'll chase my bullies away? not only that you've been supporting me a lot. I think it's super cute how you'll always send a message saying good job and compliments after every live stage and recordings, I'm trash and youre-"
"you're not trash!" he can't help but laugh, you're still the cute girl he's been in love with since who knows when.
Notes : VRT UIJBHYGV FTT Y I need more Rintaro love... UGH this guy is solo carrying all you character enthusiasts... say it with me!! WE NEED MORE RINTARO LOVE !!!!!!!
Word count : 648
Warnings : too many mentions of Kanpyo roll... i mean unless you're a big fan too!!
Today was like any other ordinary day, skipping along the sidewalk humming your favourite tune from 'Sushi Musume', your most favourite anime ever! You couldn't imagine your life without anime, not with how much tears you've shed for your favourite characters. You were headed to your local anime store in search of new merch, and possibly a new manga to read.
"Good afternoon, Mr Kobayashi!"
You wave the cashier, an old man whos happily fixing the merch beside the register. "Good afternoon, y/n. Here for more Sushi Musume merch? Luckily, i was able to restock on a couple of items this morning, it should be enough."
"You're too kind, sir!"
You head straight to the back of the store, the sound of your shoes shuffling on the tile as you slid to a stop. Mr Kobayashi is such a kind man — instead of the normal 2 stocked shelves, there are 5 shelves housing all kinds of Sushi Musume merch!
Quickly eyeing the shelves from top the bottom, you spot the one and only... Kanpyo Roll! She's a minor character in the series, but the fact that they've made her 3D makes your eyes burst into tears. When did they announce this? The last time they released merch of her, she was a rubber keychain! (which you have plenty in stock of at home)
"Aha! How lucky of me!! The heavens must have heard my prayers!!"
Your hand landed on the first box of the middle row, and then another person's hand landed on yours?! Who is this fellow? Is he a fan of Kanpyo Roll too? Or is he just those collector types...
"Oh. Do you like Kanpyo too?" (Exactly what you were just thinking!!)
You traced your eyes, from his hand to his arm, the stripped patterns of his plaid shirt, all the way to his face, noticing the huge glasses he had on. He was tall... really tall. Does he work out often? Wait, no. Not important.
"Of course! Kanpyo has such a noble and pure heart, I can't believe other fans don't notice that! I mean, did you hear?! They called her a bottle gourd, completely unjustified— they knew nothing about her!!"
"I know right?! And the fact that there are only three pieces of merch of her, unbelievable! She shows compassion towards the sea, even though the ingredient she was based on isn't related to the sea whatsoever!"
You two had hit it off immediately, pointing out whatever facts you had about your favourite character, discussing the merch lines and ultimately coming to an agreement on who'd be the first to take the box.
"You can take it, uh..."
"y/n! y/n l/n. We could add each other! Give me your line contact!"
"y/n. I'm Rintaro Kai. You can be the first fan to collect our precious Kanpyo Roll. I'll just collect the whole shelf anyways! Or were you planning to do that too?"
"Nah, just taking a few boxes, she could still have fans out there like you, or maybe I'm just being a bit too optimistic..."
"Great! Here you go."
You exchanged lines, his name reminding of you of an eerily similar idol to this Rinaro you've just met... he could just be a doppleganger for all you know.
He left with a trolley of hundreds of boxes of Kanpyo, while you carried your shopping bag with four boxes for yourself.
You nearly forgot! He was about to tell you about his spreadsheet detailing all of Kanpyo's achievements! You better remind him of that... he mentioned it was colour coded too!
You couldn't believe you met such a guy... strong build, charming voice... hell, he's even a fan of the most minor yet amazing character ever! (You both agreed on that) You definitely needed to talk to him more, maybe he could show you his collection of Kanpyo button pins next time?
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a/n: i firmly believe sakura would rather fight ten guys than deal with having a crush. thank you for reading! ♡
Synopsis: One accidental photograph was all it took for everyone to realize Sakura Haruka had a crush on you.
Unfortunately, Sakura was the last person to figure it out.
His solution? Avoid you at all costs.
Your conclusion? Sakura Haruka hated you.
Word Count: 4.1K
Warnings: fluff, romantic comedy, mutual pining, oblivious!sakura, flustered!sakura, misunderstanding, friends to lovers vibes, pothos café, bofurin antics, suo being an instigator, kiryu playing therapist, kotoha ships it, photography, happy ending, wind breaker x reader
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You thought it would be fun to take pictures of the recent hangout with all the furin boys at Pothos.
Umemiya and Kotoha agreed with you.
Throughout the day you had taken candid pictures of everyone, Suo sipping tea, Kiryu playing games, Ume annoying Kotoha. After taking a bunch of pictures, you looked through the camera roll and had a brilliant idea.
"Let's all take a group picture!"
That's how all of you ended up squeezed in the middle of the cafe, with little to no space between you and your neighbour. The camera was propped up right in front of the front door; you had made sure to lock the door before placing it there, or else it would've been a really tragic accident if someone were to walk in right now.
"Okay everyone, come closer!" Umemiya was currently conducting everyone to make sure that everybody was in frame. "Closer... Closer." Ume said as he checked the frame through the camera.
"Ume, if you don't get here right now, I'm going to rip your head off!" Kotoha snapped, she was currently very overstimulated, and Umemiya's stalling is not helping.
Ume looked like a sad puppy, he set the camera and quickly made his way over to the group.
"Okay everyone, smile!"
Click!
"Wait, don't move yet! Lemme check the picture." Umemiya quickly made his way to the camera to check if the picture came out okay.
He frowned.
"We have to take this again! Sakura, you weren't even trying to smile."
"I'm not smiling for some dumb picture." Sakura rolled his eyes.
"Well at least don't make that face, it so obviously says 'I was forced to be here against my will.'"
"I am forced to be here against my will." Sakura groaned.
"The sooner you do this, the sooner it'll be over with." Suo said, his usual easy smile on his lips. "It won't kill you to smile for one second."
Sakura shot Suo a glare and muttered something under his breath. You didn't hear what he was saying but it sounded like something along the lines of "Stupid Suo and this stupid picture."
You turned to look up at Sakura.
"Please smile just a little, Sakura..." you give him a pleading look. "...For me?"
His face heated up immediately.
"...Fine" he muttered, he then turned to the camera and gave it an, albeit awkward smile.
"Perfect!" Umemiya pressed a few buttons on the camera and ran back to his position.
Click!
Everyone immediately relaxes. Tsugeura had said something funny that had you laughing lightly.
A second passes, then...
Click!
There was a second shutter.
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The freshly printed photos had barely hit the table before everyone crowded around them.
"Ooh, let me see!" Tsugeura grinned, leaning so far over the table he nearly knocked Tsubaki out of the way.
"Careful!" Tsubaki laughed, catching the stack before it slipped off the edge. "I only just picked them up."
Kotoha smiled as she spread the photos across the table. "There should be enough for everyone."
Immediately, everyone reached for a different picture.
The café filled with quiet chuckles.
One photo had Tsugeura blinking at exactly the wrong moment.
Another had Nirei looking startled because someone had apparently yelled just before the shutter clicked.
There was one where Hiragi looked like he'd rather be literally anywhere else.
"That's a good one." Umemiya laughed.
"It is not." Hiragi denied.
"It absolutely is." Umemiya countered.
Sakura barely paid them any attention. He simply picked up one of the group photos and gave it a quick glance. "...Looks fine."
"It does," Nirei agreed.
For a moment, everyone simply admired the pictures.
Then-
"...Hm." Suo tilted his head. Something caught his attention. He picked up another copy of the same photograph and looked a little closer.
"...Interesting."
"What?" Kiryu asked.
Instead of answering, Suo silently held the photo toward everyone else. One by one, they leaned in.
Kiryu blinked.
"...Oh."
Tsugeura's eyebrows shot up. "...No way."
Even Umemiya smiled knowingly.
Sakura frowned. "What?"
Suo tapped a finger against the photo. "...You're smiling."
"...I am." Sakura replied, unimpressed.
"You are."
Sakura looked back down. "...So?"
The entire table stared at him.
"...What?"
"You don't smile," Hiragi said flatly.
"I do."
"No," Tsubaki laughed.
"You really don't," Nirei admitted.
"You look constipated most of the time." Kiryu joked.
"I do not."
"You absolutely do." They all agreed.
Sakura frowned harder. "...This is just my face."
Suo smiled softly before reaching for another photograph. "What about this one?"
He placed it beside the first.
Sakura looked down.
In the first photo everyone was standing together, he was facing the camera. His lips were pulled into a stiff, awkward smile after you'd begged him to smile "just a little." He turned to the second picture.
He hadn't even noticed there was another one.
This time the camera must've snapped the photo a second later. You had turned around to laugh at something Tsugeura had said.
Without realizing it, Sakura had looked down at you. In the photo his shoulders looked more relaxed, his eyes were softer, and he had this expression on his face, and his smile...
It wasn't the awkward smile from before, it wasn't forced. It was... Warm.
He stared. He looked back at the first picture, then turned to the second one, and back to the first picture again.
"They're different," Suo said gently.
"...They are?" Sakura raised one eyebrow.
"You... seriously can't tell?" Nirei questioned, his face was slightly shocked.
"I'm smiling in both of them." he shrugged.
Suo let out the tiniest sigh. "No." He slid the first picture closer. "This one..." He pointed toward Sakura's expression. "...is the smile you make when someone tells you to smile."
Then he moved his finger to the second.
"This one..." He paused, "is the smile you make when you're looking at someone you like."
Silence.
Sakura's eyes drifted back to the photograph. He looked closer and finally noticed something.
He hadn't been looking at the camera.
He'd been looking at you.
"...Oh."
Tsugeura slammed both hands onto the table. "HE GOT IT!"
Nirei nearly jumped out of his seat.
"G-Got what?!" Sakura stammered, flustered.
"You like her!" Tsugeura shouted.
"I don't-"
"You do," Hiragi interrupted.
"I don't."
"We literally have photographic evidence," Tsubaki laughed.
Kiryu nodded toward the picture, "You look at her differently."
"I don't."
"You do."
"I don't."
"You really do."
Sakura looked back down. He wanted to argue with all of them, tell them to get their eyes checked, and that their looking too much into it. He wanted to say all of that, but... the longer he looked at the two photographs the more obvious it became.
One smile had been awkward, forced.
The other showed a genuine, fond, smile. He actually looked happy.
His ears slowly turned pink.
Then red.
Then crimson.
He'd never smiled at anyone like that before, not even close. He doesn't even think he's smiled like that ever.
Oh no.
He liked you.
He actually-
The bell above the café door chimed.
"Morning!"
Sakura's entire body froze, his ears perked up, it was your voice; he could recognise your voice anywhere.
You walked inside carrying a small paper bag, completely oblivious to the crisis unfolding around the table.
"Oh! Everyone's here. Hey guys!" You waved with a bright smile.
Everyone said their respective greetings.
Your eyes landed on Sakura.
"Hi, Sakura!"
His brain stopped functioning.
The photographs.
Your smile.
Everyone staring.
The teasing.
His feelings.
Everything hit him at once.
He made a tiny, panicked noise. "I have to go."
Before anyone could react, he practically launched himself out of his chair, and rushed past you. The café door flew open, the little bell above the door jingled so violently it almost sounded concerning.
He'd left.
Silence settled over the café.
You blinked.
"...Okay." You looked toward the door and then back at everyone else. "...Bye, I guess?"
You turned back towards the door, the bell still jingling slightly. You frowned, hugging the paper bag against your chest. "Did I... do something?"
Around the table, everyone exchanged knowing looks.
Suo smiled into his tea.
"No, not at all."
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Sakura rushes back home and immediately freaks out.
He's sitting on his futon and has his pillow in his hands. He thinks back on the pictures and shoves his head into his pillow with a groan.
He likes you.
He likes you.
It was already obvious to everyone, and now they have photographic evidence. His longing gaze at you paired with the fond smile he hadn't realize he was making.
Then his mind drifted to you.
Your pretty smile, and equally as pretty laugh.
Your gorgeous hair, always carrying the faint scent of coffee after your shifts at Pothos.
Your darling eyes that he could just get lost in.
Your beautiful face.
You.
You were always so kind to everyone, so caring that sometimes it made his heart ache. He's realizing just how in love he has been with you.
You couldn't possibly like him back right?
You were basically sunshine in human form, and he was always moody and avoidant. He gets upset quickly, pushes people away, and he doesn't really understand love.
He's never loved or been loved before.
He needed to avoid you until this feeling goes away.
That's what he told himself as he laid back down and stared at his ceiling.
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Sakura's idea has been going somewhat according to plan, he's successfully avoided any and all interaction with you for over a week now.
Whenever he sees you walking up to him, he turns away and leaves hastily, leaving you standing there stunned. You had just wanted to ask him how he's been doing, and he had fled like you were a patient of the plague.
He's ignored all of your messages too. You always wished him good morning and night, and you always texted him whenever you knew he had patrol, and also the occasional meme that he didn't understand. But recently, he hasn't replied to any of them, no 'Good Morning.' or 'Good Night.' No 'Patrol was fine.' And not even a thumbs up on the memes, like he usually would. Just a 'Seen' under your message and absolute radio silence.
He had stopped patrolling his usual route because it went past your house and Pothos. He'd been switching with Kaji instead, making some lame excuse about "a change of scenery." Kaji had been suspicious but switched with him either way.
He'd even stopped going to Pothos entirely, knowing you work there and was his usual server made him nervous beyond belief. So instead he's been living off of bread from Cactus and instant noodles. Lord knows he missed having an egg sandwich and omurice everyday, but it was worth it if it kept his heart from jumping like it usually did when he saw you.
Then one day, you came to the school to drop something off for Umemiya. Before Sakura could even think of escaping, you were already standing in front of him, carrying a big box of stuff- he didn't know what it was but it looked heavy.
"Hey sakura!" You beamed whilst panting slightly, you had seen him from across the yard and quickly rushed over to him before he could escape.
"...Hi." He muttered, avoiding facing you completely.
"I just came to drop things off for Ume." You'd explained, still trying to catch his eye.
"...I'll take it." Sakura muttered, quickly taking the box from your hands before fleeing into the school.
"Oh... Thanks." You called out to his fleeting figure.
You stood there for a moment wondering what the hell was up with him.
Sakura felt a little guilty for treating you like this. You hadn't done anything to him and he's been avoiding you for nearly two weeks. But no matter how bad he felt, he still thought that this was the right decision in stopping his feelings for you.
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"...Does Sakura hate me?" You asked with a frown.
Your head was laying on the counter, Kotoha in the kitchen in front of you and Suo and Kiryu on either side of you.
They stopped what they were doing and looked at each other.
"What makes you think that?" Kotoha was the first to say something.
"I don't know... it just feels like he's been avoiding me lately." You sat up and rested your head in your hands now.
"How's he been avoiding you?" Kiryu asked.
"Well for instance, he hasn't been to the cafe for almost two weeks now! That's very weird, especially for him."
"That doesn't mean anything, he might just be sick of the food here." Suo tried comforting you.
"But that's not all!"
You started listing all the weird things Sakura's done: Not replying to your messages, turning around as soon as he saw you heading his way, stopped patrolling the route he usually does, and whenever you go to the school to drop something off, he avoids your eyes and leaves as quickly as possible, keeping his conversation with you short and clipped.
They all listened to you explain all the things you've found odd recently, everytime you list something, they all sighed to themselves and gave each other knowing looks.
"I think I must've done something..." You pout. "I just don't know what."
"You didn't do anything." Kiryu patted your back lightly.
"He'll come around." Suo added.
"Yeah, he's just going through his Sakura moody cycle thingy's." Kotoha explained simply.
"If you say so..." You sighed.
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"She thinks you hate her."
It was currently lunchtime and the boys were sitting in their usual seats together, the five of them sat facing each other, talking about nothing in particular until the topic of you came up. The rest of the classroom was filled with its usual rowdy atmosphere, but that didn't affect them.
"What?! I don't hate her!" Sakura defended, his voice coming out in a more desperate pitch than he would've hoped.
"Well she doesn't know that." Suo replied.
"Why have you been avoiding her anyway?" Kiryu questioned.
"Nothing! I haven't been avoiding her at all!"
They all gave him a look.
"C'mon Sakura, anyone with eyes can see that you're avoiding her." Suo said, completely unimpressed.
"Yeah that's kind of true..." Nirei added meekly.
"Yeah man you've totally been avoiding her!" Tsugeura started, then added: "It's totally unmanly that you're lying by the way."
Sakura blinked at all of them.
"I don't have to explain myself to any of you." Sakura huffed.
"You might not owe us an explanation, but we'd still like to know why." Kiryu said with a slight frown on his face.
Kiryu and Suo (and Kotoha) were your closest friends, and they were all upset when you'd told them about this. They didn't want you to think that you'd done anything wrong when they knew that it was really just Sakura being too scared to face his crush.
Sakura paused. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing would come out, he closed his mouth. Then he tried again, this time he was actually able to get something out.
"I... like her." Sakura started, he looked up at all the guys and winced when he saw they were already looking at him with shocked faces. "I like her a lot, but I don't know anything about romance, o-or liking someone." He stammered. "I feel weird inside whenever I think of her and my heart beats so fast whenever I see her." Sakura confessed truthfully. He paused before continuing. "I like her so much and I don't want her to think I hate her, but I don't know what else to do other than avoid her." Sakura rubbed his face with his hands, then he shyly looked back up from the confinements of his palm.
...
Silence.
Then Suo laughed.
"It was kind of obvious you like her dummy." He said through laughter.
"Yeah man, it doesn't take a detective to notice that you're like, head over heels in love with her or something." Tsugeura stated obviously.
"Well, everyone except her, that is." Kiryu smiled.
Sakura's face heated up immediately.
"Y-you all k-knew?!" Sakura embarrassedly spewed out.
"It was kind of impossible not to notice how differently you acted around her." Suo teased.
Sakura blushed harder.
"You shouldn't be avoiding her, Sakura." Nirei said calmly.
"Yeah, man, you already gave her the wrong idea." Tsugeura leaned closer to Sakura and roughly patted him on the back.
"She cherishes you deeply," Kiryu started. "You should've seen how upset she was when she told us you'd been avoiding her."
"Yeah Sakura, she was really worried she might've done something to upset you." Suo smiled. "You don't worry about upsetting someone unless you care about them."
Sakura paused at that.
Did you really worry about him that much?
The thought of him upsetting you made a pit form in his stomach.
"Stop avoiding her, Sakura, it won't magically make your feelings go away." Kiryu stated seriously.
"Yeah, and if anything, distance makes the heart grow fonder," Suo teased.
Kiryu sighed, "Go fix it."
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It's late afternoon, the sun getting lower and lower, painting the sky in an orange hue.
Sakura was currently walking to Pothos. He'd come straight after school, but the closer he got, the slower he walked; his mind was going a mile a minute. How would he even begin to explain why he'd been ignoring you? How could he tell you he liked you?
Sakura made it to the main street after delaying his walk the whole way. He saw the cafe from far away, his heart already going far too fast at the thought of being around you again after two weeks.
He stopped in front of the cafe, not making any effort to walk in. He looked through the windows and saw you inside, wiping down a table with that smile you always seemed to have- even when you were alone.
His heart lurched in his chest.
How he's been able to go two weeks without seeing your smile is beyond him.
He walked closer to the door and gripped the handle; he took a deep breath before walking in.
The doorbell chimed and you looked up, your face was shocked for a second before returning back into your usual warm smile.
"Sakura!" You smiled, you sounded relieved.
“...Hi." Sakura mumbled awkwardly. "You're working alone?" He asked, gesturing towards the empty cafe.
"Yeah, Kotoha had something going on at the orphanage, so i'm in charge of closing up early today."
"Oh... Okay."
"I haven't seen you in a while."
"...Yeah."
Neither of you said anything after that, there was only an awkward silence before you finally spoke up.
"Did you want some coffee? I could pour you one last cup." You suggested.
"No." He shook his head. "...That's not why I'm here." He swallowed. "I... actually came here to talk to you."
"You came here for me?"
More silence.
Then Sakura blurts out:
"I don't hate you."
You blinked.
"What?"
Sakura hopes the ground would just swallow him whole.
"I... I don't hate you." He started. "Suo and Kiryu told me you thought I hated you." He took a big breath. "So I came here to tell you that I don't... hate you."
You didn't say anything, you didn't know what to say, what would you even say to that?
Neither of you spoke until you finally asked:
"...You came all the way here just to tell me you don't hate me?"
Sakura nodded stiffly.
"...Yeah."
You stared at him.
"...Sakura, that's kind of adorable."
His face exploded.
"It's not adorable!"
"Then why were you avoiding me?"
"...Because..."
Sakura stopped himself. Was he really about to confess to you? He looked at you and opened his mouth, then he shut it again.
“...Because?” You asked. Growing more confused by the second.
Sakura felt like he was going to die.
You looked at him, waiting.
"Because… I... I like you." Sakura gulped, he looked shyly into your eyes. "I don't hate you. I-I like you... a lot."
Silence again.
You stared at him.
He immediately regrets even existing. “...F-Forget I said anything.” He starts turning back to the door.
You grabbed his sleeve, stopping him in his tracks.
Then you giggled slightly.
"I was hoping that would be the case." You stepped closer and smiled up at him. " I like you too... a lot."
Sakura.exe officially stops working.
Both of you are flustered, shyly looking away from each other as you softly laugh.
Sakura combusts, his face heating up and turning into a bright red colour. He tries saying something but he can't get anything out but a few splutters.
The atmosphere calms down and both of you are less shy now, finally looking at each other again.
"I-I'll walk you home." Sakura stutters.
You smile even harder. "Okay."
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Both of you step outside and you locked the door behind you.
The sun is setting now, the orange hue even brighter than before. The street is quiet and there is almost no one else other than the two of you.
The both of you walked together in comfortable silence.
You finally said something.
"So..." You folded your arms. "You ignored every message."
Sakura winced.
"Ran away whenever you saw me." You pouted slightly.
"...Sorry."
"And you changed your patrol route." You huffed.
"...How did you know that?"
"Kaji told me."
“Oh…”
He didn’t say anything.
"But... you were avoiding me because you like me?" You asked, slightly hopeful.
Sakura turns away from you.
"Maybe..."
You laugh.
"Y'know... I really did think you hated me." You confessed.
"No, don't apologize," you stopped him. "I'm just glad you told me."
Sakura looked forward and immediately relaxed, his lips slightly turned upwards. "Me too."
You look over at him.
"You can be so cute sometimes, Sakura." You sigh fondly.
Sakura starts blushing. Hard. He tried hiding his red face from you, but you noticed anyway.
As you get closer to your house, the path narrows; forcing you and Sakura to be significantly closer.
Then your shoulders brushed.
Sakura almost faints.
He jerks away from you instinctively. "S-sorry."
You laugh again. "It's okay."
You looked down at Sakura's hand. It was clenched tight, his knuckles turning white.
You smiled and very gently reached over and hooked your pinky around his.
Sakura freezes, he feels every muscle in his body stop working. He slowly looks down, your pinkies are linked. He stares for a good five seconds.
Then...
Very carefully...
He uncurled his fingers, and timidly slid his hand into yours; almost like he's asking for permission. You blush slightly, your fingers weave between his.
His face immediately becomes tomato red.
He can't even look at you anymore.
You decided to tease him just a little bit.
"You okay?"
"...No."
"Too much?"
"...A little." He started. "But..."
He squeezes your hand.
"...Don't let go."
You smile again.
"I wasn't planning to."
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The both of you kept walking, still holding hands. Sakura never looks at you once during the rest of the walk. He was too embarrassed; but every few steps, his thumb unconsciously brushes over yours. Small, careful, almost like he's checking you're still there.
When you reach your house neither of you let go immediately. Still standing there, fingers interlocked. There's that awkward atmosphere where neither of you want to make a move yet.
"Well..." You were the one who broke the silence. "...I should go."
"Yeah." Sakura says, but he doesn't let go of your hand. The both of you were still holding hands.
Finally Sakura notices, his face somehow got even redder. "...O-oh."
Sakura pulls away so fast you would've thought he touched a hot stove.
"S-Sorry." Sakura stumbles.
You laugh lightly. "It's okay."
Then, before walking inside, you lean over and kiss his cheek. Just a tiny peck. "Goodnight, Sakura."
He blue screens. Literally. He just stands there. Frozen. Watching you go inside. The door closes behind you. Silence.
Five seconds pass.
Then-
He quietly touched the cheek you kissed.
...
A tiny smile appears on his face.
A real one.
A smile no one had ever seen before that day.
The same one the camera had accidentally captured.
The one that had given his heart away.
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He still had no idea what he was doing.
But for the first time in weeks...
His heart felt a little lighter.
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Thank you for reading ♡
With love,
Hazel ♡
a/n: sakura really looked at one photograph and had an existential crisis 😭 someone please teach this boy that avoiding your crush is not a viable long-term strategy. thank you so much for reading! ♡
