YACHI HITOKA #1

sawamura daichi

you’re about to step off the curb when daichi’s hand shoots out in front of you, protective and steady. “careful,” he murmurs, guiding you gently back onto the sidewalk. his palm lingers at the small of your back, warm and firm. your boyfriend, who’s already halfway across the street, glares back. daichi doesn’t flinch. instead, he smiles politely—just enough edge in it to make your boyfriend’s stomach twist. “funny,” daichi says low, “for a guy who calls himself your boyfriend, he doesn’t act like it. but that’s okay. someone has to keep you safe.” and then he escorts you across like you’re royalty, leaving your boyfriend trailing behind like an unwanted extra.

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sugawara kōshi

your boyfriend complains you’re “too clingy” when you reach for his hand. sugawara swoops in, immediately threading his fingers through yours with the gentlest smile. “clingy?” he repeats softly, tilting his head. “if she were mine, i’d never want her to let go.” your boyfriend scoffs, muttering under his breath, but sugawara leans close to his ear on the way past, his voice still sugar-sweet. “you know, she could do so much better than you. in fact… she already is.” your boyfriend doesn’t even know how to respond—just red-faced and silent, while you laugh at something sugawara whispers to you.

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azumane asahi

you stop to admire a scarf in a store window, and your boyfriend shrugs, dismissing it with a bored “you don’t need it.” before you can even react, asahi, who was in the same street was and was walking home with you, clears his throat, face pink, and blurts, “i… could make one for you. knit it myself.” he rubs the back of his neck, all awkward earnestness, but the way he looks at you is so soft it melts the whole sidewalk. your boyfriend bursts out laughing. “you? knit? that’s pathetic.” asahi turns to him slowly, something steely in his eyes you don’t often see. “pathetic,” he echoes. “pathetic is watching her light up over something she likes and deciding it’s not worth your time.” your boyfriend shuts up quick after that.

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nishinoya yū

the classroom’s crowded, seats almost all taken, and your boyfriend doesn’t even bother saving you a spot. nishinoya practically dives across the room, shoving a chair right under you like he planned the stunt. “princess seat reserved!!” he crows proudly, looking up at you with eyes brighter than the sun. you laugh so hard you nearly fall over, and nishinoya beams like he just scored the winning point. your boyfriend mutters, “so dramatic,” but noya leans over to him, still grinning, voice threatening. “you don’t get it, do you? she deserves dramatic. she deserves fireworks, parades, every damn thing. not the bare minimum you’re giving her.”

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tanaka ryūnosuke

you come to school with a new hair clip, cute and pastel, and your boyfriend snickers. “you look like a kid.” before you can shrink back, tanaka gasps like he’s been shot. “are you blind?? she looks like an angel! like—actually descended from heaven!” he throws his hands in the air, loud and shameless, until people actually turn to look at you, nodding in agreement. you’re pink-cheeked, laughing into your sleeve, while your boyfriend fumes. tanaka slings an arm over your shoulder and drops his voice just enough for your boyfriend to hear: “you should be embarrassed, maaaan. she shines like this, and all you can do is dim it. no wonder she looks happier next to me.”

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ennoshita chikara

you’re trying to tell a story, and your boyfriend keeps cutting you off to finish your sentences incorrectly. ennoshita sets his notebook down, patient but firm. “let her talk.” the way his tone shifts—quiet but commanding—actually shuts your boyfriend up mid-word. you finish your story, smiling when ennoshita asks thoughtful questions about it, leaning in like every word matters. your boyfriend tries to laugh it off, muttering, “you’re really eating this up, huh?” ennoshita meets his eyes calmly. “yeah. because she’s worth listening to. maybe if you tried it once in a while, you wouldn’t look like such a fool standing there.”

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kinoshita hisashi

rain starts pouring suddenly, and your boyfriend groans, running ahead without even checking on you. kinoshita, soaked but grinning, appears at your side with his umbrella, he wasn’t planning to use it but he saw you, tilting it over you so not even a drop hits your hair. “don’t want you catching a cold,” he says. you giggle, scooting close to him under the umbrella. your boyfriend, who suddenly remembered you, already drenched, scowls. “she’s fine. it’s just rain.” kinoshita looks at him for half a second, then back at you, his smile turning sly. “no, it’s not just rain. not when it touches her. she deserves sunshine.” the way he says it makes your boyfriend feel like the smallest man alive.

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narita kazuhito

you’re lugging around heavy groceries after shopping for your busy parents, and your boyfriend strides ahead, scrolling on his phone like you don’t exist. narita catches up, exhausted after practice; scooping the bags from your arms with ease. “you’ll hurt yourself carrying all this,” he says softly, smiling down at you. “let me.” your boyfriend groans, “she doesn’t need your help.” narita doesn’t even look at him, just keeps walking beside you. then, as your boyfriend stomps closer, narita leans back slightly, voice low enough for only him to hear. “if you want to prove you deserve her, start acting like it. otherwise, keep watching while I do your job better than you ever could.”

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kageyama tobio

you shiver, tugging your sleeves down, and your boyfriend doesn’t even notice. kageyama does. he immediately shrugs off his jacket and drops it on your shoulders, his ears turning bright red. “don’t get sick.” you smile gratefully, pulling it close. your boyfriend sneers, “she didn’t ask you.” kageyama finally looks up, eyes sharp, voice unexpectedly cold. “she shouldn’t have to.” and then, under his breath, only your boyfriend hears it: “you’re lucky she even bothers with you.”

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hinata shōyō

you’re sitting on the sidelines, your boyfriend glued to his phone instead of cheering. hinata spots you, his entire face lighting up as he sprints over mid-practice. “y/n!! did you see that spike? i did it for you!!” he beams, bouncing in place. you clap, laughing, while your boyfriend mutters, “stop bothering her.” hinata doesn’t even acknowledge him, crouching so he’s at your eye level. “if i were him, i’d spend every second making you smile. every jump, every game, it’d all be for you.” when he runs back to the court, your boyfriend’s nails are practically digging into his palms.

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tsukishima kei

you’re excitedly telling your boyfriend something, and he calls you “annoying.” tsukishima, who overheard, lets out a low chuckle as he adjusts his glasses. “that’s rich. takes one to know one.” your boyfriend whirls around, furious, but tsukki ignores him, leaning down until his voice is just for you. “i’d let you talk all day. hell, i’d record you so i could listen on repeat.” he straightens, smirking at the way your boyfriend’s face goes red, then tosses in a final jab. “not that you’d understand—takes actual taste to appreciate her.”

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yamaguchi tadashi

you voice a small worry, and your boyfriend brushes it off with, “it’s not a big deal.” yamaguchi frowns, his usual softness replaced with quiet steel. “it is a big deal. because she said it is.” your boyfriend opens his mouth, but yamaguchi’s already leaning forward, voice still gentle but pointed. “if i were you, i’d treat every single thing she says like it matters. because she does. and the fact you don’t get that?” he lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “no wonder she looks happier anywhere else.” he looked so insane but when he turned to you, he was like an angel. “what milk flavor would you like?”

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a/n: every girl deserves the best man fr ! i would do the other schools later (˶˃⤙˂˶) seijō next !! i kept typing emoshita instead of ennoshita 😮‍💨

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