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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Kuroo_Tetsurou/Reader, Haiba_Lev/Reader, Ukai_Keishin/Reader, Azumane
      Asahi/Reader, Kozume_Kenma/Reader, Tsukishima_Kei/Reader, Tsukishima_Kei/
      Reader/Tendou_Satori, Tendou_Satori/Reader, Iwaizumi_Hajime/Reader,
      Yamaguchi_Tadashi/Reader, Sugawara_Koushi/Reader, Kyoutani_Kentarou/
      Reader
  Character:
      Kuroo_Tetsurou, Reader, Haiba_Lev, Ukai_Keishin, Azumane_Asahi, Kozume
      Kenma, Tsukishima_Kei, Tendou_Satori, Iwaizumi_Hajime, Yamaguchi_Tadashi,
      Sugawara_Koushi, Kyoutani_Kentarou
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Marching_Band, Alternate_Universe_-_Football,
      Female!Reader_-_Freeform, Dirty_Talk, Vaginal_Fingering, Orgasm_Delay/
      Denial, Weddings, Wedding_Fluff, Fluff, Alternate_Universe_-_Future,
      Pick-Up_Lines, Bad_Pick-Up_Lines, Wedding_Night, Early_Mornings, Cuddling
      &_Snuggling, Dogs, Domestic_Fluff, Domestic, Dominance, Not_Suitable/Safe
      For_Work, Spoilers, Jealousy, Unrequited_Crush, Fights, Angst, Reader-
      Insert, Alternate_Universe_-_College/University, Implied/Referenced
      Abuse, Werewolves, Alternate_Universe_-_Werewolves_Are_Known
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-26 Updated: 2017-02-13 Chapters: 15/? Words: 15935
****** Imagine That! ******
by dasfreefree
Summary
     This is a way to archive fulfilled requests I've filled over at my
     Haikyuu!! scenarios tumblr. Pairings, characters, and tags will be
     updated as I update!
     4. Pick-Up Lines - Ukai/fem!Reader
     5. Wedding Night - Asahi/fem!Reader (slightly NSFW)
     6. Domestic - Asahi/fem!Reader
     7. Dom - Kenma/Reader (NSFW)
     8. Jealousy - Tsukishima/fem!Reader(/one-sided!Tendou)
     9. Fight (College!AU) (Part 1) - Kuroo/fem!Reader
     10. Fight (College!AU) (Part 2) - Iwaizumi/fem!Reader
     11. Fight (College!AU) (Part 3) - Yamaguchi/fem!Reader
     12. Fight (College!AU) (Part 4) - Sugawara/fem!Reader
     13. Comfort - platonic Tsukishima/fem!Reader
***** Info & Index *****
Hello, all! As a way to back up some of my work, I decided to post the scenario
requests I've received and filled over at my Haikyuu!! imagines and scenarios
tumblr, imagine-that-haikyuu. I'm currently going in order that requests were
sent in and posted. Any requests that are multi-part will be posted as separate
fics. I'm also making very minor edits to these if I feel they're necessary.
As of November 26, 2016, requests are NOT open, as I'm making my way through
the requests currently sitting in the inbox. They will be open shortly, though,
so if you have something in mind and like the work I do, feel free to send
something my way when that happens!
   1. Football & Marching Band!AU - Kuroo/fem!Reader (orignal_post)
   2. First Time - Kuroo/fem!Reader (NSFW) (original_post)
   3. Wedding - Lev/fem!Reader (original_post)
   4. Pick-Up Lines - Ukai/fem!Reader (original_post)
   5. Wedding Night - Asahi/fem!Reader (slightly NSFW) (original_post)
   6. Domestic - Asahi/fem!Reader (original_post)
   7. Dom - Kenma/Reader (NSFW) (original_post)
   8. Jealousy - Tsukishima/fem!Reader(/one-sided!Tendou) (original_post)
   9. Fight (College!AU) (Part 1) - Kuroo/fem!Reader (original_post)
  10. Fight (College!AU) (Part 2) - Iwaizumi/fem!Reader (original_post)
  11. Fight (College!AU) (Part 3) - Yamaguchi/fem!Reader (original_post)
  12. Fight (College!AU (Part 4) - Sugawara/fem!Reader (original_post)
  13. Comfort - platonic Tsukishima/fem!Reader (original_post)
***** Football & Marching Band!AU - Kuroo/fem!Reader *****
Chapter Notes
     This request was posted to imagine-that-haikyuu on September 5, 2016.
     Minor modifications have been made since then.
     Anonymous asked: Hello! Im hoping this not to much trouble but, It's
     right now football season in high school, so that means homecoming.
     Can I request a Football AU of Kuroo who is the QB for his team and
     asks a shy, quiet girl who's in marching too (she has no choice but
     to go to the football game.) and he goes on the intercom before
     halftime and asks her to go to homecoming with him? Thank you!!! xxx
     Everything I did here is peripheral knowledge of what I learned about
     marching band through my friends back in high school!
You stifled a yawn as you and your friends lined up, ready to get into position
on the green of the field. Man, these Saturday morning football games were the
worst. You spent five days a week getting up at the crack of dawn to be in
homeroom by eight, the least they could do is let you all sleep in on your days
off. That was mostly your own fault: being a member of the marching band meant
mandatory attendance at games because you had to perform at halftime.
“Hey, (F/N), do you think you could actually help the pit set up? We’re short a
couple of hands today,” your band director called as you passed one of the
xylophones already in place. It was hard to hear him, as the announcer was
introducing people onto the field just off to the side of the band—alumni who
were back for Alumni Weekend—and the speakers were turned up full volume for
the packed bleachers. You gave him a silent nod before placing your cymbals on
the track that encompassed the football field, following suit with your shako.
You trotted past the football team’s bench, and immediately locked eyes with
their star player, their quarterback: Kuroo Tetsurou. His normally half-lidded
gaze widened at the sight of you and he grinned his signature smile. He gave
you a wave. “Ah, it’s (F/N),” he said. Your face heated up when some of his
teammates turned to look at you as well. Lowering your gaze, you ducked your
head in slightly.
“Um, hey,” you greeted. It was barely audible over the announcements being
made.
“D-do you know her?” one his teammates asked. That Mohawk guy was scary, but
something about the way he asked made him sound more jealous of Kuroo than
anything. Kuroo crossed his arms over his chest, pride gracing his features.
“Yeah, (F/N) and I have chemistry together.”
Okay, that one was bad. Even you were rolling your eyes at this. His teammates
were quick to let him know that his pun was lame and he was quick to tell them
to shut up.
Kuroo as a quarterback, let alone a member of the football team, actually came
as a shock to you. If you had gone off of looks alone, you wouldn’t have
guessed football as his sport. Sure, he had some muscle, but nothing like those
players you’d see on TV every Sunday night. Paired up with the fact that he was
in your AP Chemistry class as well, if you had met the guy anywhere else, you
wouldn’t have believed him. You knew better than to judge; jocks were more than
capable of being good in school, and the fact that your school had a pretty
strict policy in regards to sports team members maintaining good grades meant
that they had to at least try. But most of the sports stars you knew had
resigned to getting their A’s and B’s in intermediate level classes, not Honors
and AP.
No, Kuroo Tetsurou was, as you knew him, an actual nerd. His hand was always
the first up in chemistry class whenever your teacher asked a question. Of
course, it wasn’t an overly enthusiastic hand up, but he raised it nonetheless.
His face absolutely lit up during the labs too, especially when he was
partnered with you. He was always the one of the first few students in your
class to receive a test back because your teacher decided it was a good idea to
order the tests based on grades, the highest first, and hand them back that
way.
You wondered if his teammates knew that he was a real geek. Well, after that
really bad play-on-words, they had to have known.
You also wondered if his teammates, or really anyone for that matter, knew that
he talked to you on the regular. At first, you were incredibly apprehensive
every time he approached you because where in the universe does the school’s
quarterback befriend a marching band geek? But the fact that usually no one
else on the football team was around when the two of you spoke was proof enough
that it wasn’t them trying to pick on you. Somehow, he managed to forget his
history textbook often and asked to borrow yours because you were the only
person he knew that had history class a different period. He loathed English
class, and often came to you with questions about the homework. Sometimes, you
couldn’t help but think that he was doing these things on purpose, just to have
a reason to talk to you.
It didn’t take long before the pit was set up and the show was about to start.
You returned to where you had left your cymbals and shako. You slipped the cap
under your arm and picked up your instruments. The announcer was just about to
wrap up the alumni celebration when he stopped mid-sentence. You only glanced
over briefly to see what the hold-up was, but Kuroo was whispering something
into the man’s ear. The older man gave a shrug and returned to the microphone.
“Ladies and gentlemen, before I announce the Nekoma High School Marching Band,
your quarterback Kuroo Testurou has something to say.”
Kuroo took the mic from the announcer and turned to you. “(F/N), can you come
here for a second?” He waved to you and you glanced around. Of course, you were
the only (F/N) he was talking about, but you wanted to be absolutely sure. When
no one else moved, you hesitantly stepped forward until you were next to him.
You took a quick look towards your band mates, and caught most of them
snickering at the scene. Nothing about this sat right with you. There was a
lump in your throat as you gulped, your anxiety on the rise.
“Homecoming is next week, and I was wondering: do you want to be my date?”
Your cymbals slipped from your hands, falling onto the field with a standard
crash.Your shako followed suit. Everything in your body went numb as you felt
the gaze of everyone—the crowd in the bleachers, your band mates, both football
teams, the cheerleaders, the alumni—on you. It certainly wasn’t helping at all
that Kuroo’s current grin was so bright and genuine.
“W-why me?” you asked quietly. It was less of a “why are you asking me of all
people?” and more of a “why are you asking me like this? Right now?” You had
hoped the microphone didn’t pick that up but you heard your voice well enough
from the speakers.
“Because you’re a pretty cool cat, (F/N),” he answered in an instant. Of
course, the microphone picked that one up as well. God, if your legs weren’t
about to give out, you would have commented on how lame he was. Thankfully, his
Mohawked teammate was already doing that on your behalf. You could hear the
blood rushing in your ears; it almost drowned out one of the cheerleaders
shouting “Get it, girl!” at you.
“So what do you say, (F/N)?”
“I… I…”
Suddenly, everything seemed to whirl around you until it faded to black.
===============================================================================
 
“Honestly! What was that boy thinking?”
Your mother’s voice rang clear from the kitchen. You had only passed out for a
couple of minutes, but it left you feeling fatigued for the rest of the day.
When you came to, you were immediately sent home after a few tests for a
concussion, unable to see or interact with anyone besides the football team’s
medical aide who attended to you while you were out of commission. You would
have stayed holed up in your room that night, but you just wanted to watch TV
to get your mind off the earlier part of the day, and so a night on the couch
in front of the TV it was.
“Honey, you know he meant well. He probably saw something similar online and
thought it would be cute.” That was your dad. When your mother got as fired up
as she did, you could count on him to try and cool her flames.
She placed her mug on the table with a loud enough thud. You weren’t in the
room to see, but you could only imagine the coffee flying out of the mug and
splattering all over the table. “You know how I feel about those big showy
proposals in front of so many people. Sure, they may seem really romantic, but
do you understand the amount of pressure it puts on a woman in that situation?
She basically has no choice but to say yes, because if she says no, then she’ll
be the bad guy to all those people watching. No wonder (F/N) passed out!”
You let out a sigh. “Mom, I can hear you.”
“Good!”
The doorbell rang in almost the next instant. Given that it was getting pretty
late, you felt yourself tense up at who it could be. Your dad was the first to
move, shuffling to the door to unlock it.
“Um, is (F/N) home?”
You would recognize that voice anywhere. You sat up and turned off the TV,
rising from the couch and joining your dad in the foyer. Sure enough, Kuroo was
standing there rather sheepishly. When he caught a glimpse of you, his face
seemed to light up again, like every time he saw you, but he was quick to avert
his gaze.
“(F/N),” he said.
“Kuroo,” you imitated gently.
“Can I come in?”
“Don’t let him in.” Your mother was still in kitchen, but she was certainly
adamant about the whole situation. You looked to your dad, and he gave you an
assuring nod before heading back to the the other room.
“Alright, honey, let’s go upstairs and let the kids talk.”
If it had been possible to hear someone pout, you could definitely hear her do
so while her chair squeaked with her rising. She entered the hallway and took
one glance over Kuroo before practically spitting, “He looks like a punk.”
“Mom!”
“We’re going.”
Your dad virtually pushed the woman up the stairs, and you motioned for Kuroo
to come in, leading him to the living room. He stood and waited for you to sit
first before sitting on the other end of the couch. It was quiet for a moment
as he rubbed the back of his neck, searching for something to say.
“Well, that wasn’t my brightest idea,” he started. He finally turned to you, as
if you would give him some sort of clue as to what to say next, but you were as
quiet as ever. “Er, maybe I can make it up to you? Like, you can copy my
chemistry homework whenever you want or I can pay for your lunch for—”
“Kuroo,” you interrupted. “It’s okay. Really, it’s okay. You just wanted to do
something nice for me.”
His shoulders lowered and he let out a sigh, running a hand through his already
messy hair.
“I’m sorry.”
Another moment of silence passed, until you let out a soft, “Yes.” He turned to
you, eyebrows furrowed. Your smile was small, but it was enough to give some
color to his cheeks. “You asked me a question earlier today and I never quite
gave you an answer. So now I’m answering it. Yes.”
Kuroo blinked and was surprised to find you wide-eyed and blinking as well.
Even you were taken aback by how direct you were being with him. It was a
little exciting and you both let out a laugh at this. He stood, announcing that
he should probably head home because it was getting late and he never actually
bothered to let his parents know that he was going out. You lead him to the
foyer, heart beating with the thrill of this new step in your relationship with
him.
“Your mom doesn’t seem to like me very much, though,” he commented as you
unlocked to door for him.
You gave him a slight wave of the hand, and leaned towards him with your hands
on your hips. “She’ll get over it. Especially once she gets to know you and
finds out you’re a world class nerd just like her daughter.”
Kuroo imitated your pose. “Who are you calling ‘nerd’, nerd?” he asked with a
sly grin.
You stuck your tongue out at him, before turning the knob and opening to door
for him.
“Good night, Kuroo. I’ll see you on Monday.”
“I’ll be sure to forget my textbook then.”
You closed the door behind him and turned the lock. Just as you stepped away
from it, you heard a “Yes!” from outside followed by stifled whooping.
You found yourself grinning madly, covering your eyes with your hands as you
leaned against the door. Yes, it was absolutely true: Kuroo Tetsurou was a dork
after your own heart.
***** First Time - Kuroo/fem!Reader (NSFW) *****
Chapter Notes
     This request was posted to imagine-that-haikyuu on September 9, 2016.
     Minor modifications have been made since then.
     Anonymous asked: Omgg hi good luck with this new blog!! Heheh sorry
     i'm requesting NSFW so early in the game but i cant help myself. Can
     i have a scenario with kuroo and his girlfriend's first time? Like
     maybe they're having a sleepover or something and stuff happens. With
     him dirty talking her and playing with her first (fingering/clitoral
     stimulation) to prep her u know the drill!! Thank you!
     I wrote this when I was very out-of-practice writing NSFW so like,
     bear with me. I forgot like to include lube and a condom??? I'm too
     lazy to write them in.
It had been the perfect “Come over, babe. My parents aren’t home” situation.
Mom and Dad left for a romantic getaway that they’d been calling their second
honeymoon. You weren’t exactly sure how long that meant they would be away—they
had mentioned it, but the second they brought up the fact that they were going
to be gone, you were typing away at your phone to make plans—but all you knew
was that they certainly wouldn’t be home that night. You had waved them off
sleepily as the taxi picked them up for their early morning flight only hours
prior.
Enter your boyfriend. Up until only a few days ago, you hadn’t see Kuroo in
months. Going to separate schools for college had taken its toll: there were
times that you were sure a break up was inevitable with the distinct lack of
physical contact, but every time you were reminded of him, you were sure to let
him know that you he was on your mind. From every time you found a stupid cat
video when you were supposed to be studying, or that one time you caught a
couple sneaking a kiss in the library because they were sure that no one was
looking, it wasn’t hard to pretend he was right there with you. Especially when
he had his own special way of making sure you knew that he missed you.
Mostly in the form of puns. You two had occasional phone calls, but he was sure
to send you a deliciously awful play on words every morning at seven sharp, and
he really stuck to every morning.
“It’s because I want to make sure that the first thing you do when you get up
is smile,” he said when you asked about it during one of your phone calls, and
you sobbed like a baby after that one even though you were one-hundred percent
sure he was giving himself a mental high-five for it.
That was when you had resolved to make sure that once you got home for summer
break, the two of you were finally going to have your first time. In high
school, you hadn’t gone beyond a few particularly heated make-outs. But you
were older now, and the era of you being just his flighty, chaste high school
girlfriend was long gone. It was time to go big or go home.
Kuroo came over that first night to sleepover—or, as you had hinted at to him
with a winking emoji, an “adult” sleepover—, and you settled on a movie. Except
you didn’t get very far into the movie before you were straddling him on your
bed, tongues furiously exploring each other’s mouths as if they had been
searching unfamiliar territory while you grinded against him. A couple months
away and it was like you had never made out with him before, like he was some
new guy you had just met and came home with on a whim.
You had to admit it was a little exciting.
Clothes dropped to the floor gradually, until you were stripped down to just
your panties and he his boxers. In one of the brief moments you had pulled away
from his kiss, you leaned into his ear and whispered, “Talk dirty to me.”
You still weren’t sure exactly why you had said it, especially because you
hadn’t exactly meant it. It was just a phrase you’d heard in songs and movies,
and it felt like something you were supposed to say in that moment. Big
mistake.
Or maybe not.
Kuroo’s signature sly grin was already on his face when he asked, “You want to
be the good girl or the dirty slut?”
Eyebrows furrowed you looked to him, then just about everywhere else in your
room. Was he actually going to dirty talk you?
“Uh, I’ve been the good girl most of my life so…dirty slut, I guess?”
It was at your almost indecisiveness that he switched your positions. Now he
was on top of you.
“You asked for it,” he said before planting kisses from your jaw down to the
exposed skin just above the elastic of your underwear. His fingers curled
underneath the band and slid them down your legs, tossing them over his
shoulder. He placed his hands on your thighs and you opened your legs for him.
“Look at you, spreading yourself out before I tell you to, you filthy whore.”
You looked around your room again. Wasn’t that what you were supposed to do?
“Um…”
His shoulders dropped, and he rolled his eyes. “Come on, babe. Can you at least
try? Dirty talk can’t be a one-way street.”
“Sorry.” You racked your brain for something to say. “Mmm, yeah, I’m a just a
filthy little whore.” You even gave your head a few nods while you said it to
tease. His satisfied smirk returned.
“Much better.” His gaze returned to your open legs. “Holy shit, you’re so wet
already and I haven’t even touched you.” He trailed his fingers down your
thighs agonizingly slow and you instinctively inched yourself closer to speed
him along in the process.
“You like when I do that, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
You hesitated again. “Uh… yes, sir? Ah!”
His fingers finally made contact with your folds, rubbing them with deliberate
control. Your jaw trembled as you let out an “O-okay” and gripped the sheets.
He kept up the unhurried pace, making you squirm for more friction.
“Tetsu, come on,” you pleaded in between desperate pants.
“I want you to beg for it.”
“Please let me be your dirty slut!” you shouted.
He slid a finger inside of you with a playful hum and a moan escaped your lips.
Your breathing became more and more ragged as he teased the walls of your
aching cunt, playing with it for what only felt like a few moments before
slowing down the rhythm that you craved.
“Does the dirty girl want another?” You nodded, unable to let out a word. “Then
let me hear you want it.”
“Please finger fuck me like the filthy slut I am, sir!”
Another finger in and you let out another whimper. You moved your hips along
with his rhythm, frantically trying to time it just right. Your walls were
throbbing around his digits in compete desperation.
“Please, just one more,” you gasped.
“Why should I?”
He wasn’t called the provocation master for nothing.
“Because I’m a slut who needs her release.”
He let out a chuckle and obliged, his third finger gliding into you with ease
thanks to your wetness. You moaned out a few yeses as he steadily built his
tempo up. You gripped the sheets tighter, bucking your hips into his hand.
You didn’t even have to talk him into it, but the sight of seeing you convulse
like that made him curious to see what else he could get away with. With the
pad of his thumb, he stroked your clit and you writhed under his touch. Your
eyes struggled to look forward as he increased his pace on that, your breathing
pattern erratic with lust.
“Tetsu, I’m so close,” you whined. “I need you to—”
And then he stopped completely, three fingers pulling out of you ever so
slightly, while his thumb halted stopped its up and down rubbing of your clit.
Breathlessly, you looked to him, almost on the verge of tears.
“Please don’t tell me you’re into that. I don’t think I can take it.”
“Only if you don’t say it right.”
You threw your head back and let out a frustrated groan, pounding your fists
into the mattress. “Oh my god, Tetsu. If you don’t fuck me right now I’m
literally going to die.”
“Say it.”
You grumbled.
He cupped his free hand around his ear and leaned a little closer. “What was
that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”
God, if he didn’t have three fingers in you knuckle deep you would have lunged
at him and strangled him with your own hands.
“I need you to please fuck my brains out like the fucking filthy, dirty slut
that I am, sir!”
He let out almost a sinister chuckle, and removed his fingers entirely. You
could feel the scream ready to emit from the back of your throat.
“Are you kidding me?! I said exactly what you wanted!”
“Did you really think I could watch you while you looked so hot and not want a
piece of it myself?”
You huffed, “You’re a total sadist.”
His fingers hitched under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them off,
tossing them over his shoulder in the exact same manner he had with your
panties. On any other occasion, seeing his erection for the first time would
have made you blush, but you were still throbbing and just needed him to get a
move on.
He leaned forward to capture your lips into another heated kiss, muffling your
gasp as he slid inside of you. Setting a slow pace at first, you were able to
match his movements. When you needed the extra friction, you wrapped your legs
around his waist and arms behind his back, and begged him to gradually build up
his speed.
“Babe, please. Faster.”
“You like that, huh? You dirty girl.”
Unable to keep up with his game, you hoped a few enthusiastic nods would
suffice. Thankfully, Kuroo seemed to enjoy your submissive gesture and thrusted
his hips with more rapidity, and even a little more gusto. His dick pounded
against again and again into your sweet spot, filling your vision with stars.
With each thrust, you gasped out his name and dug your nails harder into his
back.
Heat fully flooded your core, and you teetered on the edge of complete ecstasy.
“Tetsu, I’m almost there.”
Your entire body shuddered at the moment of release, an elongated final shaky
breath escaping your mouth as you came. The tension in your body relaxed but
Kuroo continued to slide in and out, determined to catch up to you. After a
moment of composing yourself, you returned to grinding your hips along with
his.
“Babe, I’m gonna, ah—I’m almost,” he stuttered. If you hadn’t just been coming
down from your own high you might have giggled at his sudden uncharacteristic
inability to form his thoughts. He let out a groan and your insides warmed
again when he finally came.
After a few heavy breaths, you closed your eyes and opened them slowly again,
meeting his half-lidded gaze. His infamous grin was back on his face as he
pushed the hair on your forehead out of the way, giving it a quick peck. He
rolled over onto the bed, laying on his side and using his arm to support his
head. His focused remained fixed on you while you stared up at the ceiling.
You sighed, turning to him. “My God, Tetsu, when did you get so filthy?”
“Promise not to judge me.”
“I mean, if you’ve been watching a lot of porn lately, I totally understand.
Sometimes you just gotta do what you just gotta do when your girlfriend’s not
around.” The last part of your explanation came out a tad sing-song.
He scratched his cheek, which you could have sworn was dusted in a faint blush
of all things. What could he have been thinking of that made him redder than he
had been when he was literally inside of you?
“Close, but not quite.”
“Okay…”
“So you know those books you sometimes catch middle-aged women and grannies
reading?”
Your jaw dropped but you quickly clamped it together in an attempt to stifle
your giggles. “Shut up. No.” But after saying that, you couldn’t control your
laughter.
“Come on, (F/N)!” he snapped.
Your laughter dying down, you pressed your lips to his in a slow heated kiss.
“I love you and your dirty mouth,” you teased after pulling away, noting that
he still had on a scowl.  “Even if you had to learn from those awful romance
novels.”
His irritated features quickly subsided, and his usual sly smile returned.  
“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.”
***** Wedding Day - Lev/fem!Reader *****
Chapter Notes
     This request was posted to imagine-that-haikyuu on September 10,
     2016. Minor modifications have been made since then.
     shiratorizawow asked: I wanted to request a scenario of Lev with a
     fem! S/o - a wedding day scenario? If it's not specific enough, let
     me know! (I'm prepping for college at the moment and stressing BiG
     TiMe about financing it - save me
     I've been to one wedding in my entire life: it was my friend's
     wedding a little over 2 years ago, and the whole ceremony was in
     Russian and I had no idea what was going on.
All eyes were on you: the woman in a simple ivory gown, marching down the aisle
while the sound of the organ reverberated through the small church. Your grip
on your father’s arm was so tight you were surprised he didn’t say anything
about you practically white knuckling it all the way to the altar.
The moment Lev saw you walk down the aisle, his green eyes widened. He was very
tempted to shout out, “(F/N), you look incredible!” but even he wanted to show
a little restraint and settled with an almost inaudible, “Wow!"
Somehow, you had managed to convince him to a small, intimate wedding with
mostly just family and a few friends. He had wanted a big ceremony and
reception after hearing his mother recount how the Russian side of his family
could really party and he just wanted to have a good time. At first, you
agreed, mostly to please his often boyish desire of him wanting to show you off
to everyone he knew (and sometimes didn’t know). But as soon as you started to
plan the wedding, he noticed that you were a lot more on edge.
You didn’t play along with his usual teasing, for one, (“Lev, I’m not short,
you’re just too tall. Now, please get me that bowl from the cabinet.”) and the
sight of a wedding magazine with those overly expensive decorations made you
absolutely snap at him if he even tried to make a joke. If he hadn’t known
better, he would have assumed that you had switched places with
Yaku Freaky Friday-style.
When he proposed, you had been overwhelmed then too, with mostly everything in
life—school and work among trying to keep up with him because even he knew that
he was a bit of a handful. The fact that the second he got down on one knee,
and you blurted out, “No, shut up. You’re lying” before he had even said
anything should have been his first clue.
So your sigh of relief when he agreed to downsize the wedding after you asked
came as no surprise. In fact, it had also given him some relief. He just wanted
his old (F/N) back.
Once down the aisle, you gave your father a peck on the cheek before he joined
your mother in the pews. With a heavy breath, you ascended the two steps to
join Lev and the priest at the altar. No longer able to squeeze the daylight
out of your dad’s arm as Lev removed the thin veil from your face, you resolved
to holding your bouquet firmly to your torso.
You both turned forward and the ceremony commenced. The priest’s droning seemed
to calm your nerves for what is was worth, but it made what was supposed to be
a relatively short ceremony feel incredibly long.
“Lyovochka,” you cooed softly, still facing forward. He loved that you used his
pet name that Alisa and his mother taught you; it usually signaled that you
were about to say something cute or loving to him. Your pronunciation of it had
perfected over the years. “This is pretty boring, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” he stage-whispered back. “When do we get to the part where we say ‘I
do’ and kiss?” He had turned his head slightly towards you so he could take in
the vision of you in white again.
“I believe the groom has a few words for his bride,” the priest announced. 
Both you and Lev blinked. Why was he confused about this too? After a moment,
he tapped his palm to his forehead and said, “Oh, right!” and reached into his
pocket. He pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it; the lined page showing
it's age through the yellow at the edges. You turned to each other, you more
hesitantly than him. Your heart pounded furiously in your chest because,
somehow, he hadn’t let it slip that he was going to do whatever it was he was
about to do. Knowing Lev, it would probably be something to unknowingly
embarrass you.
He cleared his throat and raised his voice to carry throughout the church. It
wasn’t necessary, given that your guests only sat in the first few pews, but he
had always been on the loud side.
“A Poem to My Future Bride. Haiba Lev, age seven.”
There were a few snorts and stifled laughs from the guests, really just his old
Nekoma teammates and some of your male cousins. His sister and mother, on the
other hand, were swooning. Your dad was recording the whole thing on his
phone. 
He recited the poem in that way that people who don’t know how to read a poem
often did: stopping at the end of the line instead of wherever there was a
natural pause and placing heavy emphasis on each rhyme. At the end, he flipped
the page to show you the childish crayon stick figure drawing he had included
at the bottom.
This was exactly what you had expected of Lev. You let out a laugh, quiet at
first, slowly building until you had to turn away from him and take a moment to
compose yourself. And then the tears came with trembling lips. Your guests
laughed along, clapping until you turned back to him, now trying to control
your uneven breathing.
“Geh, I made you cry!” His genuine concern only made you laugh again. That and
the “geh” of all things. You wiped the tears with your free palm.
“Um, can we just skip to the end?” you asked the priest. The man faltered for a
moment, and then coughed before flipping through a few pages in the book in his
hand.
“Do you, (L/N) (F/N), take Haiba Lev to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do,” you stated, eyes widening when Lev blurted it out at the same time
earning a chorus of small laughs from your guests.
“Sorry, I got excited.”
“And do you, Haiba Lev, take (L/N) (F/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
“Do I ever!”
He took your hands in his.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss—"
The man couldn’t even finish the beloved command. You had already managed to
throw your arms around Lev’s neck, pulling him into your first kiss as husband
and wife.
***** Pick-Up Lines - Ukai/fem!Reader *****
Chapter Notes
     This request was posted to imagine-that-haikyuu on September 11,
     2016. Minor modifications have been made since then.
     Anonymous asked: I request something fluffy with Ukai! I don't know
     his character too well, but you seem to like him so maybe you have an
     idea in your head? Hah i know you said to be specific but how about
     something to indulge yourself? (This is more for u but only if you
     want to)
     I think what everyone needs to know is that I absolutely cried when I
     got this request because it was only my sixth request and I was
     already being asked to indulge myself with my husband.
     This is technically a side story to a multi-chapter Ukai/Reader fic
     that I've been working on. I would post it here but I want to rework
     the first couple of chapters before I do that and I just haven't had
     any time. So basically all you need to know is:
         * The two of you dated for a little less than two years in high
           school and broke up before right before heading to college
           because you didn't think you could stay together with the
           distance
         * You've been teaching at Karasuno and coaching the girl's
           volleyball team for about a year, but have gone out of your way
           to avoid the Foothill Store or any of Ukai's possible old
           haunts because you think you might still have feelings
         * (Drunken? - It's in the original version but I'm probably
           definitely going to change that) reconciliation like a couple
           of days after he accepts to coach the boys before the practice
           match against Nekoma
         * At some point, you two have dinner with your parents and it's
           basically an expensive-looking nightmare
     That's really all you need to know.
“Do I know you?”
Setting your drink down and glaring over at the man taking a seat next to you,
you let out a sound akin to a game show buzzer. “Lame, Keishin. Try again.”
He huffed. The least you could do was make your odd request easy for him, but
you were adamant to have him say something that could make even you blush.
Ukai was awful at pickup lines; they came so unnaturally to him and always felt
awkward leaving his mouth. When you said to him, “You know, I kind of miss
getting hit on by random guys” after he asked you what you wanted to do for
your anniversary—the anniversary of when you started dating in high school, not
the more recent reconciliation —he was definitely taken aback.
You were surprised that he had even remembered the date in the first place.
There were times where it slipped your mind, but you recalled enough to know
that you confessed just a little before the Spring High prelims as second-
years. And now here he was, offering to treat you to something as if it were
White Day and suddenly you couldn’t think of anything else you would rather do.
He wholeheartedly expected that you were going suggest something a little more
decadent, like an expensive dinner he could hardly afford at some upscale
restaurant that he felt out of place in. (That dinner with your parents the
other month still left a bit of bad taste in his mouth. Not that he disliked
the couple, but it was like they were from a different planet. It was a wonder
how they managed to have a daughter as seemingly normal as you.)
You wanted him to take you to a bar, —your usual spot, actually—pretend like
you weren’t dating, and hit on you until you were satisfied enough to go home
with him. You had seen it in a movie and thought it was cute. This was
something middle-aged couples tried when they wanted to rekindle their
relationship, not something twenty-six-year-olds did just to get their kicks.
“Why?” was the only thing that came out of his mouth after you listed off the
steps to your plan. Twiddling a lock of your hair, an action more indicative of
your high school self, you shrugged with your free arm.
“I miss the attention,” you confessed, arms crossed in front of you. “Whenever
I go somewhere now, it’s usually with you, so most guys don’t even look my
way.”
He groaned. Weren’t you supposed to be his girlfriend? Why did you care if
other people hit on you?
You either ignored his clear frustration with this idea or just didn’t notice.
“Not to mention, we’ve both been so busy lately. I kind of just want you to
give me your undivided attention for a little bit. I mean, unless you want to
dote on me or something, but you know as well as I do that that’s not really
our thing.”
“Yeah, but couldn’t I just do that over dinner or a night in?”
Now it was your turn to let out a frustrated groan. “Just humor me, Keishin,
for like an hour.”
So with a sigh, Ukai agreed reluctantly: Tuesday night at the bar it would be.
You both left your respective practices earlier than usual, and he made sure
that his mother was able to cover for him at the store. When you entered the
bar, not a single other soul was there. Walking in together and then sitting at
separate tables and ordering your own drinks earned you some confused looks
from the bartender.
Which brought him to this very moment: racking his brain for some sort of line
that would get you to play along. He tried looking up a few online the day
before, but most of them were completely dorky and some of them even a little
Oedipal of all things that he didn’t even want to know why they had made it
onto a list of “50 Best Pickup Lines”. 
You brought your drink up to your mouth again, teeth gently clenching down on
the cocktail straw as you stared with a bored expression in front of you. Maybe
it would have been better off to have gone to dinner. Still in thought, he
reached into his back pocket for a cigarette, and patted the other one for his
lighter. Actually, that gave him idea.
“You, uh, got a light?”
You turned to him again and set your drink down once more. A little cliché, but
it was something you could work with.
“No, sorry. I don’t smoke,” you stated flatly. But there was a mischievous
glint in your eyes as you spoke and you could only hope that he picked up on
it.
He raised an eyebrow, a cheeky grin starting to tug at his lips. “You sure? I
could have sworn I saw you smoking earlier.”
“Must have been some other girl.”
Bingo.
“Or maybe I just confused it with that smoke rising from your body because
you’re so damn hot.”
You blinked once, then let out a snort before bursting into unbridled laughter,
only amplified by the fact that you were the only two in the place. You slapped
his back, knocking the breath out him because after all this time you still
didn’t know your own strength. He coughed as you wiped the tears now rolling
out from your eyes.
“Oh my god, Keishin.” You let out a “hoo” and fanned yourself to help calm down
from your fit.
“I’m trying,” he grumbled. “This isn’t easy, you know.”
“No, that was great!” You placed an elbow on the table and ran your hand
through your hair, getting back into character. “So are you gonna buy me a
drink or what?”
He finally fished his lighter from his pocket and lit his cigarette. After
exhaling a small cloud of smoke, he said, “____, if I had more money, I’d buy
you the world.”
Your jaw dropped, followed by a single laugh. "Where did that come from?"
Calming yourself down again, you batted your eyelashes at him playfully.  "How
sweet. But maybe you could just start with a rum and Coke.“
Now, it was his turn to chuckle. “Looks like I’m starting to get the hang of
this.”
As he tapped his cigarette over the ashtray in front of him, you placed a hand
on his thigh and leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow kiss. There was a
moment of hesitation from him, only because you had caught him off-guard, but
he relaxed into the kiss as he normally did. He extinguished the cigarette in
the tray, using his now free hands to cup your face. You only pulled away when
a group of rowdy college students wandered in and wolf-whistled at the scene
before them. But with your half-lidded gazes unwavering from each other, it
felt as if it was still only the two of you there.
“Let’s go back to my place,” you said quietly.
“Already? I was just getting started.” He rolled his eyes towards the ceiling
before focusing back on you. “Not to mention, I still have to buy you a drink.”
A slow blink. A soft smile and a pensive hum. “Mmm, I don’t think there’s a
whole lot left for you say that could make me want to go home with you even
more than I already do.”
“That’s because you’re already head-over-heels for me.” He lifted his beer to
his lips.
He wasn’t wrong, but you shook your head. “Come on, babe. You won me over fair
and square this round.” You trailed the back of your fingers along his spine to
up to his neck and down again, taking note of the goosebumps already forming on
his arms. He hated when you did that only because you knew how much he loved
it. “Also, I may have a present for you at my place. Well, it was more of a
present for myself, but I have this distinct feeling that you’re really gonna
like it.”
You punctuated it with a sassy wink and a click of your tongue. The only thing
missing were the finger guns. He rolled his eyes, but even he was smiling at
the thought.
“Jeez, could you make it any more obvious?”
He paid the tab and left the tip. It wasn’t often that you two were
affectionate in public, —that kiss back inside only happened because you were
virtually alone and even the gentle caress at the end there was definitely
unusual—but as you walked back to your apartment, he draped an arm over your
shoulders. You wrapped one of your own around his back and rested your head on
his shoulder.
It wasn’t a typical anniversary date, but it certainly was one for the books.
***** Wedding Night - Asahi/fem!Reader (slightly NSFW) *****
Chapter Notes
     This request was posted to imagine-that-haikyuu on September 30,
     2016. Minor modifications have been made since then.
      hanagonomi asked: This is my first time requesting in such blog; um,
     Can I request vanilla with Asahi and fem s/o on a wedding night?
     Bonus point of Nishinoya giving bad advice to Asahi. Thanks in
     advice!
      ...I wrote this coming out of some awful writer's block on top of a
     really bad depressive episode, which is why the NSFW part never
     happened. Like, even in the original post you can see the fucking
     strings of text where I went ham with a thesaurus. Obviously, I fixed
     those here.
     But I will give Asahi the smut he deserves someday.
Asahi’s hands trembled as he glanced over the paper one last time. He already
had Nishinoya’s scrawl memorized at this point, but if this was an exam, then
he was going to study until the last minute.
“I’m almost ready,” you called from behind the bathroom door. He nearly jumped
from his spot on the edge of the bed at the sound of your voice.
“Ah, um, take your time!” he replied. He had already stripped down to his
boxers, but you insisted that you needed to change. As he reread through each
item listed on the paper in front of him, he practically heard Nishinoya’s
voice in his mind, repeating them aloud, especially the last part.
And remember: be a man!
Asahi had no idea what that meant—the sentiment he understood, but what exactly
did that entail? —but something about it gave him a much-needed morale boost.
He took a deep breath, stuck out his chest, and hardened his stare at the
bathroom door in front of him.
Until the door opened and he saw you standing there, tantalizing in a lacy
white babydoll chemise and garter around your thigh.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” you chimed.
All day he had imprinted the image of you in a long white gown in his mind,
elegant and stunning. His heart was aflutter in the way it was when he first
laid eyes on you years before this very day. Now, he was sure his heart would
pound right out of his chest. There was so much blood rushing to his head that
he was surprised that his nose didn’t start bleeding. And that way you were
sauntering over to him certainly wasn’t helping.
Completely flummoxed by your appearance, he hadn’t even noticed you tug the
paper from his hand until it was too late. Asahi sputtered at your confused
expression as you read over the list.
“Are these supposed to be jokes or something?” you asked.
“What? No, it’s…advice,” he muttered.
You dropped your shoulders slightly and cocked your head to the side. “Why
would either of us have to ‘do a handstand to relieve the pain’? It’s not
supposed to be like that. Who told you this?”
“N-nishinoya.”
You blinked once, your once confused features giving way to a look somewhere
between relief and annoyance. “Of course it was Nishinoya.”
“I wasn’t sure who else to turn to. I…” He hesitated, gaze falling to the
carpeted floor below. “I just don’t want you to think any less of me if I don’t
get it right the first time.”
At those words, you closed your eyes in thought for a brief moment. You opened
them again slowly.
“Asahi,” you cooed, leaning forward and placing your hands on his shoulders.
“My sweet, sweet Asahi. I know you’re nervous—I am too—but I married you today,
didn’t I?” You rested your forehead against his and gave him a soft smile.
“You did,” he said, still fixated on the carpet.
“Then you have nothing to worry about. We’ll figure this out together.”
Asahi met your gaze again, confidence renewed. He straightened his back once
more while you joined him on the bed. It wasn’t long before the two of you
found yourself pressed together in a slow, heated kiss. Your hands
instinctively made their way into his hair, as it had so many times before when
you found yourself passionately lip-locked with him, and tugged his hair free
of the usual knot.
Falling back onto the mattress, Asahi hovered over your body, lips pulling away
from yours. His eyes wandered up and down your figure.
“God, (F/N), you’re so beautiful,” he whispered in between your giggles. “I
love you.”
“I love you too.”
***** Domestic - Asahi/fem!Reader *****
Chapter Notes
     This request was posted to imagine-that-haikyuu on October 7, 2016.
     Minor modifications have been made since then.
     Anonymous asked: Hello there! Could I possibly get a fluffy asahi
     scenario? Perhaps early morning snuggles and planning the day and not
     wanting to get out of bed? Bonus points if he plays with her hair and
     she plays with his hands. Extra points if they have a dog
     This is my ultimate weakness and was one of my favorite requests to
     write. The dog is based on Leo from Old Friends Senior Dog Sanctuary.
     :^)
You let out a sniffle as warm lips made contact with yours. When they pulled
away, you struggled to open your eyes, lids feeling heavier than usual on this
particularly chilly fall morning.
“Good morning, babe,” you mumbled as you cuddled closer to your beloved Asahi,
wrapping the covers around you tighter to keep in your body heat. He draped an
arm around you and planted another kiss on the top of your head before running
a hand through your hair. You hummed in response to his gentle actions, lying
your head against his chest. “Keep doing that and I’ll fall right back asleep.”
Asahi let out a low chuckle, his voice slightly hoarse as he spoke, “You’re so
sweet when you’re this sleepy.”
You grinned against the cotton of his t-shirt, wondering how he could only wear
one when it was this chilly. From the doorway of your bedroom, you heard the
padding of gentle feet approach your bed. Mustering your strength, you lifted
your head just enough to see your dog, Masa, right beside the bed.
“Do you think he can make it up today?” Asahi wondered aloud as he patted the
empty space beside him on the mattress. At nearly eleven-years-old, you
wondered if the old pup—who was looking more and more like a bear as of
late—would be able to jump up beside you on the bed this morning. Some days he
was able to, but most of the time he didn’t have the energy. Thankfully, after
some false starts, he was able to pull himself up and plop down right across
yours and Asahi’s hips.
“His favorite spot, of course,” you yawned, reaching down to scratch Masa
behind the ears. “Guess we can’t get up now~” You took Asahi’s hand into yours
after giving your dog a most deserved scratching for his hard work.
“You know we have to get up eventually,” Asahi muttered into your neck. “You
said you wanted to go visit that new bookstore that just opened up.”
You hummed out another simple noise as a response, and brought his hand up to
your face. You traced the lines on his palms gently with your thumb.
“Keep doing that and I’ll be the one to fall right back asleep,” he mumbled.
His eyes became half lidded as he readjusted his head on the pillow.
Masa let out a low “boof” and rose from his spot before taking precautions to
jump back down to the floor.
“Ah, I guess it’s bathroom time already,” you said. You let go of Asahi’s hand
and stretched, back cracking accordingly. Slowly rising, you felt Asahi’s arm
wrap around your waist and pull your back down.
“Just five more minutes,” he pleaded while twirling a lock of your hair around
his finger.
“You know he might go on the floor again if we wait too long,” you explained
with a small smile. You brought your lips to his again for a tender kiss. “If
he does, I’m making you clean it up this time.”
With a reluctant sigh, Asahi let you go and you rose. Not bothering quite yet
to put real clothes on, you threw your jacket on over your pajamas and hooked
the leash to Masa’s collar. When you returned from the walk, shivering from the
outside chill,  you found Asahi still in bed. A gentle snore sounded in your
empty room. Smiling again, you hung up your coat and joined him back on the
bed.
“I’m up, I promise,” he grumbled as you nuzzled up against him. You giggled as
you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face into his chest.
“It’s still early. We still have some time to sleep,” you said. He pulled you
close again, and ran his hand through your hair once more. With the repeated
touch of his fingers against your scalp, you felt your eyelids become heavy,
the soothing motion aiding you into another round of slumber.
Thank goodness for lazy mornings.
***** Dom - Kenma/Reader (NSFW) *****
Chapter Notes
     This request was posted to imagine-that-haikyuu on October 7, 2016.
     Minor modifications have been made since then.
     Anonymous asked: Nsfw Scenario where S/O with that loves being
     dominant causevthey get to see kenma squirm and beg and moan loudly,
     which is unexpected seeing how he's usually pretty quiet.
     This was challenging for me to write because I don't headcanon Kenma
     as having a very high sex drive. Also, while no gender was specified
     in the request, and I didn't use pronouns to imply gender either, I
     did default to the reader having a vagina. Mostly because this
     request had been sitting in the inbox for a long time and I just went
     with what I knew for the sake of time.
He still doesn’t quite understand how you manage to do it every single time.
Kenma never wanted put in the effort—he’d rather just sit with your quietly
while watching a movie or playing a video game—but somehow you always managed
to top him looking ever so harmlessly as you did so.
And he’d be lying he if he said he didn’t secretly love it.
Clothes had already been carelessly tossed onto the floor, leaving nothing
between yours and his bodies. You rolled your hips against his, eliciting a
moan from the boy under you. You suddenly stopped, tilting your head to the
side, a sly smile tugging at your lips.
“Do you like when I do that?” you asked, giving him another thrust for good
measure.
“Y-yes,” he panted quietly.
“I like when you do that, Kenma,” you said. “I like when you moan and beg.” He
clutched at your wrists, pulling you closer to him. Golden eyes remained fixed
on yours, but even you could see the dark flickering of lust behind them. It
was very rare that Kenma let you see that in him, but god did it ever turn you
on even more when he did.
“(F/N), don’t tease me like this,” he grumbled.
“I have to get my kicks somehow,” you giggled into his neck, placing gentle
kisses along it. You ran a hand down his torso, the delicate touch of your
fingers causing him to writhe underneath you.
“(F/N),” he moaned again as your fingers made contact with his cock. “Make sure
you do this properly.”
God, if only Kenma could be this vocal outside of the bedroom! You gave him a
reassuring pump and he squirmed and fidgeted underneath you, thrusting his hips
towards yours. You simply hummed in response, continuing to work your hand up
and down his shaft at an ever-quickening pace. His groaning grew louder and you
found it increasingly difficult to not relish in it.
No, you needed him now more than anything.
You captured his lips into a kiss and slowed down your pace, much to his
dismay. Settling yourself over him again, you gasped when he finally entered
you. You locked eyes with Kenma once more, and thrusted against him at a steady
pace.
“Please, (F/N),” he begged as your walls tightened around him.  Heat pooled in
your core and his words were only sending you overboard at this point. You knew
it wouldn’t be long before he came. Kenma writhed again and you let out a moan
as he sudden movement managed to hit you right in your sweet spot.
“Right there, Kenma,” you instructed almost breathlessly. He continued to pound
into you there with unsteady timing according to your command. You were
practically seeing stars with each thrust.
Kenma came with a shudder, filling your insides generously. But he wasn’t going
to get away with it so easily. You still had to come too, after all. You
continued to ride against him, even as he came down from his high, until soon
enough you felt yourself come completely lose.
Panting and exhausted, you pulled away from him, the absence of his cock inside
you leaving you empty in more ways than one. Kenma, who even as your boyfriend,
was so distant most of the time. It wasn’t a secret that you enjoyed these
romps regardless of who was on top because it meant, if anything, Kenma was
being affectionate with you. You fell back onto the bed, reaching over onto his
nightstand for tissues to clean the both of you up.
“I really do like it when you’re so submissive like that,” you said.  “It’s a
nice change from your usual disposition.”
He didn’t break his gaze from the ceiling. “I don’t mind it. You do most of the
work anyway.”
You let out a sigh and a reluctant laugh before inching closer to him. He
didn’t move closer to you in response, but he did wrap an arm around you while
he closed his eyes. You could have sworn you saw his lips turn into a small
smile too.
You would be lying if you said you didn’t secretly love it.
***** Jealousy - Tsukishima/fem!Reader(/one-sided!Tendou) *****
Chapter Notes
     This request was posted to imagine-that-haikyuu on October 26, 2016.
     Minor modifications have been made since then.
     im-not-crying-youre-crying asked: Could I please get a jealous Tsukki
     trying to get his fem S/o away from Tendou, who has a major crush on
     her, but she is completely oblivious and just finds Tendou so funny
     and friendly until he tries to kiss her? Maybe end it with some
     fluff? Or even some jealous NSFW with Tsukki? (Tsukki is my ultimate
     fav, but Tendou is my ultimate trash husband I love them both so
     much)
     Technically, I have to give a spoiler warning for this one! While I'm
     not going to give the ending of the current season away to anime-only
     fans, this does take place after the Karasuno/Shiratorizawa match.
     Manga readers already know what's up, but I'll explain briefly for
     anime-only peeps.
     I couldn't think of any other time Tuskishima and Tendou would be in
     each other's vicinity after the match other than in this setting.
     Again, not giving anything away about the outcome of the match, but
     Washijou (Shiratorizawa's coach) hosts a training camp sometime after
     that match for first-year players in the area that he deems
     promising. Tsukishima is naturally one of those selected for the camp
     (Hinata, however...).
Tsukishima’s eyes narrowed: his gaze was on Hinata, who was saying something
about extra practice (or at least a first practice for him since ball boys
don’t have to practice, after all), but all he could focus on was the slight
shrill of your loud laugh. It wasn’t some fake-sounding cutesy giggle or a
half-hearted attempt at a one when someone said something unfunny. Oh no, it
was a full, hearty, and incompletely unfeminine laugh that he had only heard
from you. His favorite laugh.
And he wasn’t the one making you laugh like that. He shifted his focus to where
you stood. On the other side of the gymnasium, you were waving a hand at Tendou
to lean closer to you, who was already at your side.
“Wait, how about this?” you said. The redhead complied without any trace of
hesitance and leaned down towards you. You cupped your hand over your mouth and
tried to whisper into his ear but kept interrupting yourself with stifled
laughs and snorts. As you struggled to get your joke out, Tendou eyes caught
Tsukishima’s and he smirked in satisfaction. It was only brief, though; in the
very next moment, you finally managed to finish your sentence and Tendou’s eyes
widened as he turned to you, covering his mouth and holding back his own laugh.
“(F/N), you’re so naughty!” he teased, probably just a bit exaggeratedly so.
You were still laughing as well, completely proud of your humor.
“I know. I’m awful,” you snorted.
Tsukishima felt a vein in his neck twitch. Nope. Absolutely none of this was
okay. He clapped his water bottle shut with his palm and handed it to a
confused Hinata. With his usual stride, he made his way towards the two of you.
It was fine the first day you had shown up on Shiratorizawa’s campus during the
first-year camp to surprise him with a homemade lunch. It was a little strange
that you asked to stay and watch them practice, mostly because it wouldn’t be
particularly interesting to you. But Washijou-sensei gave you the okay,
motioning with his head towards Ushijima and Tendou, who had also been
spectating. Tsukishima didn’t think much of how the Shiratorizawa middle
blocker had struck up an enthusiastic conversation with you that day during
their practice.
“You didn’t have to come again,” he said on the second day you came around. It
sounded somewhat flat, like perhaps you had bothered him by showing up. You
gave him a small shrug.
“Tendou said I should come and watch. He mentioned that you’re playing a
practice match with the Shiratorizawa second and third-years in a little bit
and he thought I might want to see it,” you explained. His eyebrow peaked at
this and he opened his mouth to ask about it, only to be cut off by the sound
of a whistle blowing. Tsukishima excused himself to line up with the other
first-years before the coaches. You took the opportunity the set your bag and
coat down on the floor and against the gymnasium’s wall.
“Ah, look who’s here today! She really did come to see me!” Tendou cheered with
his arms in the air as he entered the gym, some of his former teammates
trailing behind him.
“Yup, I did come to watch you and also Kei,” you started with a smile and a nod
towards the younger players, “you know, my boyfriend.”
“But you probably wouldn’t have come unless I asked,” Tendou chimed, his voice
sing-song-y. Your smile faltered for a moment: you would have shown up again if
Tsukishima asked. If. And the fact was that he hadn’t.
Now it was day three that you were at the training camp and you and Tendou were
acting a little too buddy-buddy for people who had only met two days ago. It
certainly was not helping that after you whispered that dirty joke to Tendou,
his face lingered a little too close to yours for a little too long.
“Hey, Tendou, you’re a little close there,” you commented, pulling your head
back from him. He also pulled back, but less awkwardly than you had.
“You know, (F/N), I think someone a little older would suit you. I would have
never pegged you as only a first-year.”
“Hmm, I think Kei is a few months older than me, so I’m good,” you stated
matter-of-factly, trying to avert your rather anxious gaze.
“Excuse me.” Tsukishima now stood at your side. He was wearing a sickly sweet
smile: the one he only used when he was about to unleash some catastrophic
snark. You braced yourself and let out a nervous moan because if it wasn’t
Tendou who would be getting it, it would definitely be you. “(F/N) has to go
home now. It’s dark out and her mom has a tendency to get nervous about her
walking alone at night. So I’ll be taking her to the station.”
You looked between the boys and could sworn you saw flames shoot up between the
two of them. Backing away, you went to retrieve your belongings because the
last thing you wanted to be was caught in the middle of this fight.
“There’s no need to. You’re about to play some more, right? We wouldn’t want to
interrupt the Miyagi champion’s all-important practice time. I can walk (F/N)
to the station.”
You let out a frustrated groan and stepped back in between them.
“You know, if you both keep talking as if I’m not right here then I’ll head
home by myself,” you commented sharply.
Tendou blinked in surprise. He had only known you for a few days after all, so
it was only natural that he wouldn’t know that you could be fierce when
circumstances called for it. Tsukishima, on the other hand, should have been
used to it, but even he was taken slightly aback by your sudden attitude.
You sighed, shoulders lowering. “Kei, please walk me to the train station so my
mother doesn’t have a heart attack. Tendou, I’ll talk to you soon.”
===============================================================================
Walks with Tsukishima were normally quiet, even the conversations the two of
you held during them usually never rose above a certain volume. Those walks had
always been calming. At the moment, you wouldn’t call the tense atmosphere
peaceful by any means. The journey to the train station had been a little
daunting no thanks to the slight scowl on Tsukishima’s face the whole time.
Also because of the fact that he was shivering, teeth clattering rather
audibly. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his track jacket. In his
envious strategy to get you away from Tendou, he hadn’t even bothered to at
least put his track pants over his shorts before leading you out of the gym,
let alone a coat. You felt your heart drop in your chest when you realized it,
especially knowing that you were already near the station; you had been too
focused on getting out of that stressful situation from earlier that you failed
to notice your own boyfriend wasn’t properly dressed to walk outside on a cold
December night.
You considered giving him your coat for now because at least you had a sweater
on in addition to your other winter wear, but you knew he would refuse it with
a quip about how it would be too short on him. Instead, you untied the scarf
around your neck and held it out. He stopped in his tracks and held his gaze on
it for a moment before turning to walk again.
“Maybe you should give it to your new boyfriend. I’m sure he’d like it very
much.” His tone was even and calm despite that noticeable quiver in his voice
thanks to the chill.
You rolled your eyes and grabbed his arm to stop him. “Just because you’re
physically cold, doesn’t mean you get to act cold, Kei. If you get sick because
of me, I won’t forgive myself.” Moving your arms in a forward motion, you
looped the scarf over his head and tied it for him. Tsukishima’s eyes were
downcast, noticeably fixated on your hands. “This color looks at lot better on
you then it would look on him anyway.”
You smiled softly, removing your gloves from your hands as well.
“These too.”
He still didn’t look at you directly, but you could see the beginnings of a
smile tugging at his lips as he pulled them on. He didn’t even comment about
how they failed to reach all the way down his hands; you were sure he was just
relieved to feel something warm around his now stiff fingers.
“I’m kind of an ass, aren’t I?” he asked.
It was rare that Tsukishima openly made such degrading observations about
himself. The only other time you had heard him do it was when he was
apologizing to Yamaguchi about something they had fought over.
“Yeah, but you’re… well, I was going to say that you’re my ass, but that one’s
a little odd.” You paused for a moment to try and rework your statement. He
shuddered in the slight wind the blew between the two of you. “Well, now I
can’t really think of anything else other than that.”
You both let out a small laugh. You wrapped your arms around him and felt the
distinct lack of warmth from his body that you usually felt when you hugged
him.
“I’d give you a kiss too, but I can’t imagine you want to stand out here much
longer,” you said into his shoulder. You pulled away from him just enough to
look him in the eye.
“No, this is fine. You’re warm.”
Shaking your head, you spun him around and gave him a small push on the back.
“Hurry back and take a hot bath. You probably won’t hear the end of it if you
get sick.”
He glanced at you from over his shoulder with a signature smirk.
“From you or from Washijou-sensei?” he teased.
“Both of us. And Yamaguchi. And Hinata.” You pushed him again. “I’ll text you
when I get home.”
You both parted quietly. Whatever tension hung in the atmosphere earlier had
dissipated into the cold night sky. As he made his way back to the
Shiratorizawa campus, he stared down at the gloves you had lent him, too small
to cover all of his hands, and the scarf that you wrapped around his neck.
Tsukishima felt his pace quicken, perhaps to get out of the cold quicker.
Or perhaps because of the thought of the satisfied grin he would give in
response to everyone’s jealous stares, especially Tendou’s, as he walked back
into the gym wearing your scarf and gloves.
***** Fight (College!AU) (Part 1) - Kuroo/fem!Reader *****
Chapter Notes
     This request was posted to imagine-that-haikyuu on October 28, 2016.
     Minor modifications have been made since then.
     Anonymous asked: scenario with tsukki, kuroo, iwai, yams and suga
     aNGST where they get into a really really heated fight with their s/
     o and she like storms out and then it starts to get later and later
     in the day and soon its really dark and v v late and no one can find
     her and the guys start like lowkey freaking out or just how they
     would handle the situation? :333 sorry f thats too many characters!
     Since this was the first scenario request I received featuring
     different characters, I've decided to post each part as separate
     chapters instead of one long chapter. This is part one!
     My character limit at the time of this request was four (it's three
     now), so I dropped Tsukishima due to him being featured in a lot of
     requests that were in the inbox then. He was requested again later
     for the same scenario, which will be posted here soon. However, his
     ended up not being college!AU.
From: Kozume Kenma
To: Kuroo Tetsurou
Sent: 12:24 AM
Message: I’d never seen him before.
"Shit."
Kuroo was not one to curse, but the word escaped his lips without much thought.
When Kenma had first texted him about you that night, Kuroo assumed you had
found your way to Kenma’s dorm. He’d find you there, safe and sound, with a
game controller in your hands. It would be a tense few moments, but you would
stand up and thank Kenma for letting you stay with him so late into the night.
Kuroo would walk you back to your place, the first minute or so of the trip
also tense. Eventually, one of you would pipe up and quietly work it out under
the light of a streetlamp. Then, you would walk home hand-in-hand and give him
a kiss goodnight. That’s how it had always been.
But now—according to the texts that his friend sent him—things were unfolding
differently than he anticipated. Kenma had only run into you while he was out
picking up food from the convenience store. When he asked about Kuroo, you had
given him a sort of non-answer, visibly upset about something. You and the
unknown guy you were with left before introducing the stranger to your friend.
Kuroo picked up the pace. It had to be that playground a few blocks from the
store. You had a habit of going there some nights because you wouldn’t have to
worry about little kids wanting to use the swings. He also couldn’t think of
any other place at the moment because his mind had wandered to only one
thought: who were you with? It rung in his head like a mantra repeatedly, but
hardly comforting.
As he approached the playground, he could clearly see two figures under the
pool of light that hung over the swings. One was you and the other, he couldn’t
say. The two of you swung listlessly, but the cables on the equipment still
squeaked in the quiet of the night. Kuroo had only just passed the short chain
link fence that surrounded the area when the stranger stood up and faced you.
“I have to go now, (L/N). Do you want me to walk you back?”
You shook your head. Your shoes scraped along the ground as you stopped your
idle swinging. “No, I’m going to stay here a little longer.”
“Alright, but please consider what I told you,” he said with a firm tone. After
a brief pause, his voice became gentle. “Stay safe, (L/N). It’s late.”
The stranger made his way towards the playground’s entrance, only noticing
Kuroo’s presence when he looked up from the ground. Kuroo glared at him with an
expression somewhere between suspicion and indifference. The stranger blinked
in surprise, but then lowered his shoulders and gaze almost in defeat.
“The fact that you knew where she was without anyone telling you is probably a
good thing,” the stranger sighed. He smiled faintly before walking past Kuroo.
Over his shoulder, he called out once more, “Good luck.”
There wasn’t any malice in his tone, but even Kuroo felt mocked by his words.
That would be an issue for another time. Now, he turned his attention back to
you and approached your swing.
“Tetsu,” you cried. Even though your back was to him and your voice was soft,
it stopped him in his tracks. You turned your head only slightly, just enough
to throw your words over your shoulder too. “Tetsu, you should sit. We need to
talk.”
***** Fight (College!AU) (Part 2) - Iwaizumi/fem!Reader *****
Chapter Notes
     This request was posted to imagine-that-haikyuu on October 28, 2016.
     Minor modifications have been made since then.
     Anonymous asked: scenario with tsukki, kuroo, iwai, yams and suga
     aNGST where they get into a really really heated fight with their s/
     o and she like storms out and then it starts to get later and later
     in the day and soon its really dark and v v late and no one can find
     her and the guys start like lowkey freaking out or just how they
     would handle the situation? :333 sorry f thats too many characters!
     This is part two with Iwa-chan!
He found you exactly where he figured you would be: seated on one of the
benches encompassing the elaborate fountain at the center of this part of the
park. It was the top of the hour and any moment the light show would begin.
Iwaizumi was breathless from having bolted from his room upon hearing that it
was close to midnight and you still weren’t back at your apartment. Relief
flooded over him at the sight of you seated and unharmed, but it gave way
instantly to a new frustration. He approached you slowly, but without a sense
of caution.
“(F/N), what were you thinking?” he asked. You turned immediately at the sound
of his voice. It was loud; you weren’t sure if it was because he was still
visibly upset with you or if it was because he wanted you to hear him over the
music. Or maybe both.
“I’m…” you started, hesitating only to let out a shaky sigh. “I’m not ready to
see you yet.”
The words felt heavy against upbeat melody in the music. Iwaizumi clenched his
fists and you turned your attention back to the fountain.
“I’m not talking to you about that right now. Do you know how worried you made
everyone? It’s late, (F/N)! You could at least have had the decency to answer
your phone.”
The fountain spouted wildly with the changing light colors. If the two of you
had been any closer to it, you might have been splashed. The last time he was
here with you was earlier in the summer, when the light show first debuted.
Your eyes had sparkled at the sight of the water jumping in perfect
synchronization to the sweeping music that played over speakers around the
park. Hues of red and pink from the light sequence illuminated your face and
Iwaizumi had sworn you never looked so beautiful in all his years of knowing
you. He kissed you right then, despite the large crowd, as if it had just been
the two of you there. That time you had been right in front of the fountain,
and withdrew from him with a delighted squeal as the water hit your clothes.
Except now, it really was the two of you alone, and the air between you was
hardly romantic. Your eyes wavered as you gazed at the fountain, on the verge
of spilling tears.
“I’m sorry, Hajime, about worrying you,” you muttered. Despite your dewy eyes,
you straightened your back and turned to face him.  “But I can’t say anything
about what happened before. At least not yet.”
Iwaizumi’s jaw tightened at your words; this hadn’t been a normal lover’s spat
like he assumed it was, especially not after that kind of statement. Maybe
Oikawa had made him watch too many movies with him as a kid, but he was pretty
sure this was the part where the love interests made up with one another. They
were both supposed to apologize and kiss passionately before holding each other
tightly while one of them cried a little more. Maybe the one who wasn’t crying
would make a quip to make the other one giggle and then they’d head off hand-
in-hand. The setting was practically made for this moment.
This wasn’t going according to script.
Of course not, he thought, this isn’t a dumb movie.
***** Fight (College!AU) (Part 3) - Yamaguchi/fem!Reader *****
Chapter Notes
     This request was posted to imagine-that-haikyuu on October 28, 2016.
     Minor modifications have been made since then.
     Anonymous asked: scenario with tsukki, kuroo, iwai, yams and suga
     aNGST where they get into a really really heated fight with their s/
     o and she like storms out and then it starts to get later and later
     in the day and soon its really dark and v v late and no one can find
     her and the guys start like lowkey freaking out or just how they
     would handle the situation? :333 sorry f thats too many characters!
     This is part three featuring some sweet Yams~ I headcanon Yamaguchi
     as being a middle child between an older sister and a younger
     brother, but it's only briefly mentioned here.
It’s not that he doesn’t get angry, it’s that Yamaguchi isn’t as prone to
blowing up when he is, except for this very moment. There have only been a
handful of those times, mostly related to his siblings: when he was five and
his little brother broke his favorite action figure, when he was ten and his
older sister and her friends placed his hand in warm water while he slept so
he’d wet the bed, that very brief argument with Tsukishima when they were
training in Tokyo…
And now. 
He had only just finished shouting, but his throat already felt sore. Your body
stiffened, lips quivering while you fought back angry tears. You shook your
head and turned on your heel; the only sounds that followed were your shoes on
the tiles and the door to the apartment slamming shut.
Yamaguchi waited an hour alone in silence, trying to suppress the replay of
your argument over and over again in his head in hopes that he'd settle down.
In the second hour, when he started to imagine how differently this all could
have unfolded, he washed his face. The soap smelled like citrus and lavender,
and the scent filled him instantly with a pang of regret; you bought him that
soap to comfort him.
How many times had he confronted himself in front of the bathroom mirror like
this? He thought back to all the instances that lead him to reflect on himself
both physically and mentally. They had all been turning points. In one way or
another, those times had been symbols of change, times where he had given birth
to new resolve.
This was a turning point. Whether it was good or bad, he couldn’t say, but he
knew well enough that he needed to see you at that very moment. It was only
when he reached for his phone to see if you had texted him while you were gone
that he realized how late it actually was. With the exception of the usual
banner, clock, and the photo of you he used as his wallpaper, his lock screen
was blank. Yamaguchi exahaled heavily and called you.
“Hello, this is (L/N) (F/N). Sorry I couldn’t pick up! Leave me a message and
I’ll get back to you when I can!”
He tried again with the same results. Part of him knew you were probably just
ignoring his calls, but the other part of him trembled at the thought of you
being out somewhere late at night.
One more time, he thought, pressing the call button once more. His legs were
already moving toward the door no matter the outcome. The third time’s always
the charm.
“I’m safe. Please don’t look for me.” The line cut off before he could say
anything. Your voice had been soft, but something about it had been so
chilling. But the traffic sounds in the background had given away exactly where
you were. It had been a few hours since he smiled.
It didn’t take him all that long to get to where you were, only a journey of a
few blocks. Sure enough, he found you seated on the bench of a once-used bus
stop. Your head was turned away from him. You had been focusing on the
streetlight’s reflections on the road, sheen from rain earlier in the day.
“(F/N)!”
You jumped at the sound of his voice calling you, turning your head with wide
eyes at his figure running towards you.
“T-tadashi?” you stuttered.
Yamaguchi stopped just before you. Before, he had been so confident in whatever
happened next: this was supposed to be a climactic moment, but now that you
peered up at him, face twisted in anger once more and on the verge of tears, he
felt his pride waver.
No, he told himself. He clenched his fists to muster his strength again, ready
to spew something important, dramatic even. Shuddering but ready to speak, he
opened his mouth but the words got caught in his throat. You had reached out to
grab his sleeve and all the words he had prepared escaped him. Your expression
had softened, eyes downcast.
“We’re gonna be okay, right?” you asked. You said it so quietly, but Yamaguchi
was sure it was the loudest thing he’d ever heard.
He didn’t know how to answer you.
***** Fight (College!AU (Part 4) - Sugawara/fem!Reader *****
Chapter Notes
     This request was posted to imagine-that-haikyuu on October 28, 2016.
     Minor modifications have been made since then.
      
     Anonymous asked: scenario with tsukki, kuroo, iwai, yams and suga
     aNGST where they get into a really really heated fight with their s/
     o and she like storms out and then it starts to get later and later
     in the day and soon its really dark and v v late and no one can find
     her and the guys start like lowkey freaking out or just how they
     would handle the situation? :333 sorry f thats too many characters!
      
     This is the last part (for now) with Suga. Based on the time I
     dissociated in the audience during one of the panels at Dodge Poetry
     Festival 2016. ヽ(ー_ー )ノ (I totally forgot to continue posting these
     here. Yikes!)
“In your head and you’re dead.”
Suga had known this phrase was meant for performers, advice meant for those who
thought too much without feeling when it came to their craft. But he knew
better than anyone how easily it could apply to you.
It had only happened a couple of hours ago; he had already forgotten what the
argument was about. Something about a topic in one of your classes that you
disagreed about, maybe? It was one of the few times that you had disagreed on
something, and it just happened to be something you were particularly
passionate about. So much that at the end of the almost-screaming match you had
taken off without letting him know where you’d be off to.
The whole thing felt childish to him, especially compared to the quiet panic he
faced when he looked for you at your usual spots around campus and failed to
find you. When he asked friends if they had seen you recently, they gave him a
mocking, “Well, wouldn’t she most likely be with you on a Friday night, Suga?”
before getting sheepish at his worried appearance.
Right, it was a Friday night. He knew better. Even at this hour, there was only
one place you could be. He hopped on the next shuttle bus from campus into the
town’s shopping center and made his way to your favorite coffee spot.
It wasn’t a particularly celebrated place thanks to the over-priced selection,
but it was still popular with a lot of students on campus, mostly the
creatives. Every Friday night until midnight they had amateur poetry night, and
every Friday night you came to immerse yourself in other people for a while.
You didn’t read or write any yourself, but he remembered distinctly that you
had an affinity for the soft, somewhat monotonous way that poets often read
aloud in. "The Poetry Voice," as you had called it.
The bell on the door jingled as he entered, but no one noticed aside from the
baristas behind the counter. They nodded and offered him a quiet, “Welcome” as
if to not disturb the poet on the stage. Sure enough, you were seated at your
usual booth and fixated on the performer, oblivious to your boyfriend’s
presence.
Suga felt relief flood over him, but at the same time he wasn’t sure how to
approach you. He could scold you well enough right there on the spot for making
him worry, and maybe embarrass you in front of all those people, but what
purpose would that serve? How would that remedy the situation? The last thing
he wanted to do was make a spectacle of something that was meant to be intimate
in the first place.
Instead, he ordered a decaf coffee with milk and settled into a booth close to
the door. For now, it was just enough for him to know that you were safe. He
took a sip of his beverage and looked to you again. Your eyes were on the poet,
but they had that far-off look in them, face not reacting to the emotions that
the piece conveyed; words were reaching your ears but you weren’t processing
them. It wasn’t obvious at first; everyone else seemed to be entranced by the
poet’s voice as well, but only when they finished up and the others in the shop
started applauding were you shaken from your reverie and you gave a half-
hearted applause as well.
In your head and you’re dead, Suga repeated to himself while taking another
sip. He pulled the cup away from his lips, concentrating on the tan droplet
that had splashed out onto the lid. His chest tightened at his next thought.
But I’m the one who put her there.
***** Comfort - platonic Tsukishima/fem!Reader *****
Chapter Notes
     This request was posted to imagine-that-haikyuu on October 29, 2016.
     Minor modifications have been made since then.
     Anonymous asked: tsukki scenario where he finds out his best friend
     (Female pronouns) is getting abused by her boyfriend? like she tries
     to hide it from him but he eventually finds out and comforts her or
     how ehe would handle the situation. sorry if this is too triggering
     or against your rules !!
     This goes without saying, but trigger warning for mentions of abuse.
     I really hope that I characterized the situation appropriately,
     because I've thankfully never been a part of something like it. I
     know there are some things that people do or say with good intentions
     when they find out someone they cherish is being abused that don't
     actually help victims, the whole "you need to get out of that
     relationship" being one of them. I still included something along
     those lines here, because I also wanted to take this from the
     perspective of a fifteen/sixteen-year-old who probably doesn't know a
     whole lot about what do to when a friend is in an abusive
     relationship, but is at least trying to understand and help.
     Please do let me know—if anything—what I can do better in the future
     when it comes to writing these kinds of scenarios. I was also still
     trying to get a grip on Tsukki's character (I still am, though, I'd
     say I've gotten better since this was written), so like, he's
     probably a little OOC here. OTL
It was supposed to warm up significantly that day. It started at a place where
it was cold enough to see your breath in the morning, but by the time noon hit,
everyone would be removing layers and spending lunch time basking in the April
sun. Tsukishima didn’t think a whole lot of it when you didn’t remove your
blazer and roll up your sleeves like many of the other girls in class had
already done. Instead, you kept yours on, settling to fan yourself with one of
your notebooks. It was strange, sure enough, but he knew you had your reasons.
Except when the temperature rose gradually as May approached, you practiced the
same routine. When the bell for the beginning of lunch period chimed one day,
he decided to bring the subject up before you could head out.
“If you’re warm you should probably take your blazer off,” he suggested
nonchalantly. For a brief moment, your expression stiffened, but quickly
reverted into an assured smile as you waved your hand.
“I’ll get chilly right away, though, so there’s no point. You know how I always
need to bring a sweatshirt with me anytime we hang out,” you rebutted.
Tsukishima started to offer his own retort about how you had always been a
terrible liar, but his words were cut off by someone calling your name. He
turned his attention towards the door to find your boyfriend, Kanada, standing
there. They other boy held a bento box in his hand and lifted it up slightly
with a smile. Tsukishima glanced back at you and if he had blinked he would
have missed the quick fear that seemed to overtake you in that instance. You
stood up from your desk with another grin and joined your boyfriend for lunch.
He glared down at his textbook, trying to get in some of the night’s reading
done ahead of time and before Yamaguchi would come in to join him. He read the
words on the page, but he couldn’t process any of them. They came to him one at
a time, but didn't connect to form anything coherent. All he could think about
was how that kind of a reaction from any girl about her boyfriend, especially
you, was far from normal. For a moment, he considered the possibility that your
relationship was anything but healthy. The behavior only started recently, when
you and your boyfriend were starting to get serious. It only made sense.
He was jumping to conclusions and scolded himself for that kind of thought with
a click of his tongue. But still, he was going to keep an eye on you.
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Tsukishima’s suspicions were confirmed the very next week in gym class. The
class had been split up into two teams for a soccer match, and you managed to
score a rather triumphant goal with only a few minutes left in the game. As
your team celebrated, one of the boys in your class approached you with a hand
raised and calling your name.
You spun around to face him, your face dropping the wide smile and replacing it
with total distress as you flinched before he could even say, "That was
incredible! High five!”. Your classmate blinked in confusion while you regained
your composure. You clapped your palm to his and thanked him. Despite the
cheery tone in your voice, it was obvious that you were shaken. Your classmate
didn’t think much else of it as the teacher blew the whistle for the final
play. The determination in your eyes from earlier during class was now gone.
Tsukishima remembered other times you had been startled in the same way, but
they usually ended with you visibly relieved—with no room for doubt about
this—after a few seconds. You would even scold the other person for catching
you off-guard like that.
No, Tsukishima thought, this is definitely not normal.
He needed to say something soon. This wasn’t just a matter of butting into
someone’s private relationship: his friend’s safety was on the line. At
fifteen-years-old, he was unsure of how exactly to bring it up appropriately.
It was probably best to talk about it when the two of you were alone.
An opportunity presented itself later in the week. He and Yamaguchi had stayed
late for practice, as per usual, and your club meeting had run into the evening
as well. It was already night when the three of you started walking home. It
had been sometime since your trio could head home together like this.
“I’m headed to Shimada’s to practice serving again,” Yamaguchi announced. He
pointed down the street you had just passed.
“Aw, Yama-chi, I was just getting to the good part of the story!” you cried.
“Sorry, (F/N). You’ll have to finish the story for me another time,” he said
sheepishly.
You flashed him a wide grin. “Don’t work yourself too hard. Have a good night.”
Tsukishima nodded once to his friend and Yamaguchi continued down the other
path. You continued to tell Tsukishima the rest of your tale, but he was hardly
listening. He hadn’t really paid attention to what you were saying at all since
you started telling it in the first place. His mind was fixated on one thought,
and he was only anticipating when you would stop speaking.
“Guess you just had to be there,” you sighed when Tsukishima failed to laugh at
the punchline.
“(F/N), are things okay with you and Kanada?” His question came out almost as
soon as you ended your story. From the corner of his eye, he could see you
tense up. That hadn’t reassured him in the slightest.
“Of course! We’ve been together for a few months now and—”
“You know you’ve always been a horrible liar.”
He stopped in his tracks and you followed suit. You held your friend’s stare
for a moment, his familiar brown eyes trying to gauge your countenance. Looking
down at the pavement, you dropped your shoulders.
“You never miss a beat, huh,” you said. You held your head up again to look him
in the eye once more. “I’m really scared, Tsukki. Sometimes everything will be
fine with him, and I think maybe's he's changed, but it’s almost like I’m
trying to avoid landmines in between those intervals.”
Now it was his turn to avoid your gaze. His eyebrows knitted and his grip
around his bag tightened.
“You can’t stay in that kind of situation.” The words came out before he could
even think about what he was saying. If anyone else had said something so
obvious, he would have been the first to offer a snarky response. But now, it
felt as if the only thing he could utter were clichés.
“I don’t know how he’ll react if I try to end it,” you murmured. “And there’s
the fact that I’d still have to see him at school…”
A silence passed between the two of you. Tsukishima took a step towards you,
reaching his hand out slowly and placing it behind your head. Your eyes widened
as he pulled your head into his chest. In the next moment, the tears were
already flooding from your eyes onto his shirt.
“I’ll stick by you then, whenever I can,” he said calmly. “If I can’t for
whatever reason, then Yamaguchi will. You’re not going to do this alone.”
It didn’t matter how long this was going to take; when Tsukishima Kei made a
promise to you, he always kept it.
***** Lunar (Werewolf!AU) - Kyoutani/fem!Reader *****
Chapter Notes
     This request was posted to imagine-that-haikyuu on October 14, 2016.
     Modifications have been made since then.
      Anonymous asked: U said halloween au. Ill give u some lol. Fem
     Reader and kyotani r both werewolves. Reader transfer to his school
     and class and he feels threatened bc if her scent and personality.
     (And she doesn't really like sharing school with another werewolf)
     They somehow get to know each other and later on he confesses?
     I'm so mad that I forgot this request and now things are out of order
     aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa For some reason, the post just didn't show up when I
     scrolled back through the blog and I didn't see it until I went
     through the archive instead... Maybe I just missed it when I
     scrolled.
     I feel like this could have been a lot better, and I made some more
     changes to this than I usually do for others. It was mostly in
     Kyoutani's dialogue. I don't know a whole lot about werewolf lore
     besides the popular aspects, and I'm not really into werewolf
     fiction, so I couldn't have tried to emulate the genre's nuances or
     avoid the cliches. I didn't want to take ten years to write this
     either. Then add the fact that I feel like I can never get Kyoutani
     right when I try to write him... Someone needs to point me in the
     direction of a fic that characterizes him really well or meta on him
     so I can learn from it.
     Also this was for Halloween and it's not getting posted here until
     Valentine's Day. Happy Valentine's Day, anyway!
Moons. It was moons of all things that made you somehow endearing to him.
The moment you had stepped into his classroom on that fateful July day,
introducing yourself to the class, he could smell there was something wrong.
Kyoutani was completely on edge and ready to fight, if necessary, if you even
looked at him and tried to interact with him with that façade of pleasantry.
God, you reminded him of Oikawa of all people. And of all the other students at
Aoba Johsai you could have been like, you just had to be like the senpai he
liked the least.
“Kyoutani-kun, you’re in my way,” you chimed behind him one morning as he
shuffled somewhat lethargically to class. It was his own fault for staying up
late again.
“Shut it,” he growled, stopping completely in his tracks. He spun around to
face you. You with that chipper smile on your face as if everything in the
world was peachy keen, as if you hadn’t just last week caught yourself in the
light of the moon and made a mockery of yourself—of every werewolf for that
matter—as you rampaged in the fields of some poor farm family a couple of towns
over.
You smiled like a fool, and Kyoutani despised it.
“Hm, keep up that slow pace and you’ll be out-hunted every time, Kyoutani-kun,”
you said with that annoying sing-song quality that your voice seemed to be
perpetually stuck in. You even emphasized it on his name, of all things. “We
wouldn’t want that now, would we?”
All he could get out was another hostile, “Shut up.”
You brushed passed him, cradling your books against your chest before
attempting to slide the classroom door open. They slipped from your arms as you
reached out for the door, some papers scattering onto the hallway tiling. A
page landed at Kyoutani’s feet and he glared down at it.
Moons. You had sketched moons in every phase in such precise detail that they
could have been taken from the night sky itself and transposed onto the page.
If it weren’t for the cream-colored page and graphite shading, he would have
flinched at the sight below him.
You had already crouched down and snatched the drawing back. You looked up at
him, just briefly, and for the first time, you weren’t smiling at him. Your
lips were pursed in a straight line, eyebrows knit a little closer together.
You quickly stood up and slapped that smile back onto your face before letting
out a cheerful hello to your classmates inside the room.
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“Maybe it’s because I’m not supposed to like it that I like it so much.”
Kyoutani doesn’t exactly remember how you managed to approach him with more
ease from that moment on. He supposed that he let his guard down too soon, but
even though he never could get used to your powerful scent, at least you
dropped that charming act that he disliked so much. You were actually tolerable
now.
And it didn’t take an idiot to realize that you were a lot more appealing this
way, and that he actually really liked being around you. Maybe too much.
At first you dreaded the idea of another werewolf being at school with you, but
you knew better than anyone that it could be damn lonely to be the only one,
and you had a lot of things you needed to talk out with someone who would
understand.
Birds of a feather flock together, as they say.
“So I guess I have sort of a 'forbidden romance' with the moon,” you said,
voice low, as you gazed upwards. The sky was dark with the exception of the
stars that dotted its solid blackness. It was a new moon that night, so neither
of you had to worry about the walk home from school that night. “Or maybe it’s
just unrequited love, at best.”
“I hate it,” he murmured, shoving his hands into his pockets. “If I could spike
it out of the sky, I would smash it.” His expression was sharp and intense as
per usual, but he felt his face relax slightly when he glanced over towards
you.
“Well, it looks like Kyoutani-kun is jealous of my lover,” you teased. “It’s
like one of those messed up Greek myths.”
Were there werewolves in Greek myths? Maybe. He didn't know and didn’t want to
bother looking it up anyway.
“Would you destroy the moon if it meant you could have me all to yourself? That
we stop turning into some monster with no control over our own conscious? We
wouldn’t really be special anymore, though. Maybe we’d have less to talk about
and drift apart after that.”
Kyoutani hesitated in his answer. He hated this feeling of being backed in a
corner, and by words of all things. What you were saying wasn’t true; there
were few people at this point who didn’t either get on his nerves or try to
avoid him by all means possible, and you were one of them. That counted for
something in his book.
“Yeah, I would. Even if it meant everything else had to go to shit, I would,”
was his answer. He stopped walking and you noted his absence besides you. When
you turned to him, you raised an eyebrow at his somewhat confused expression.
“What the hell kind of lover makes their woman sad?”
You laughed at his unexpectedly romantic answer. Sure, it was brash in tone and
delivery, but it sounded exactly like something out of a romance movie.
Shrugging you replied, “Well, I guess it’s complicated between us.”
“It would be less complicated with someone else.”
“Obviously. I mean, it would be pretty easy if I fell for, I don’t know, an
actual sentient being and not celestial object.” You cocked your head to the
side and let out another laugh. “You know I’m not really in love with the moon,
right? I just like the feeling of taboo: a werewolf being entranced by the moon
is a pretty messed up concept, but it’s kind of dreamy in that sense.”
You aren’t quite sure about exactly what happened next, but you turned to him
to gauge his reaction, and suddenly Kyoutani’s lips had come crashing into
yours. Your eyes were wide open for the brief kiss and stayed opened when he
pulled away all too quickly. You blinked once, then twice.
“What?” was the only thing you could squeak out.
“You kept going on and on about the moon being so romantic and I got tired of
it,” he grumbled.
“So you were jealous!” You pointed a finger in his direction and grinned
triumphantly. His eyebrows knitted together and you could have sworn you saw
the faintest sign of a blush on his cheeks, but that angry scowl he permanently
had on wouldn’t have given it away.
“No. I just really hate the moon.”
“But enough to kiss me? I mean, most people would just say, ‘Hey, stop talking
about it’.”
You leaned in comically close to him; the only thing missing from your gesture
was a cheeky eyebrow wiggle. 
“It worked, didn’t it?”
Your silly, victorious expression faltered and you scolded him, “Well, do it
properly next time.”
“Fine. Next time I’ll just tell you to shut up, like a normal person.”
He mumbled something else as he resumed walking, but you didn’t quite catch it
over the clicking of your tongue.
“I meant the kiss, silly.”
He stopped in his tracks again, allowing you catch up to him in only a few
strides.
“But even before that, you should ask me out properly.”
Kyoutani’s face hardened at your words. He should have known that you were
going to be tough on him, and that you weren't going to let him get away with
leaving it at just a kiss. Thruthfully, there was a small part of him that was
glad you were forcing him to try.
“I…like you,” he said, struggling to come up with any sort of line that might
sweep you off your feet. This wasn’t really his forte after all. "Go out with
me…dammit."  
You rolled your eyes. “Close enough, I guess, but you could have done with the
'dammit'.”
But the smile on your face was wide and genuine. It had been the first time
since you came to Aoba Johsai that he had seen you smile like that. And for the
first time in a very long time, something about all of this felt entirely
human.
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