JEALOUSY !

JEALOUSY !

sumarry: tsukishima gets extremely jealous when a certain outside hitter tries to hit on you, unbeknownst to him – you’re already taken and your boyfriend doesn’t like sharing.

notes: tsukishima kei x reader, jealous type of boyfriend, also a brief moment of iwaizumi hajime x reader. also reader is way shorter than kei, but if you’re tall just skip the part. also not proofread.

word count: 1.3k

kei didn’t want to be at the party in the first place. he has been a more introverted kind of person throughout his whole life, and changing it wasn’t even a thing in his mind. but you asked him to be there. and there was nothing that could make tsukishima refuse you. you were the only one occupying the boy’s brain all the time anyway.

so when he agreed to your idea, you promised to send him the address and smiled delightedly. it would be your first social event since you started dating a few weeks ago. and since you two attended different schools, no one besides yamaguchi and kageyama knew.

it was definitely a sweet thing, enjoying each other’s presence without being forced to hear mean comments how you two didn’t fit together or something else that would’ve just got on your nerves and the boy would have to calm you before you threw hands on someone.

before tsukishima got to the house of your classmate, you had already been there, dropped off by your mom, who wanted to be sure of your location. a quick promise to be walked home by someone was said and you were free, waiting on your boyfriend.

me: text me when you get here and i’ll find you somewhere

the house was filled with seijoh students from different years and classes. you could recognize most of them, as you weren’t really someone new there. tōru oikawa, the school’s star, standing next to matsukawa and hamaki somewhere nearby the staircase, tanjiro from the basketball team was talking to a girl from a year above while a third year was talking to someone you couldn’t see.

the heavy scent of alcohol mixed with smoke itched your nostrils, and you grimaced as you entered the kitchen, accidentally bumping into someone.

“hey, you’re alright?” a familiar voice spoke out, his hands on your arms to prevent you from falling. “l/n-san, nice to see you here.” with that words said, you realized it was iwaizumi hajime who you were talking to.

“don’t say you didn’t expect me to be here, iwaizumi-san.” you laughed, moving to be closer to the counter, pouring yourself a drink. you could feel his eyes tracing around your body, as if the ace tried to remember your curves like it was the last time you see each other. unfortunately for iwaizumi, you were too oblivious to catch a sign. “what you’re looking at?”

“uh-” he stuttered, flushing like a tomato. “your dress. it brings out your curves, you look gorgeous.” hajime added after a minute, bringing his eyes up to your face.

you looked more than just gorgeous, you looked ethereal. with the perfect, black eyeliner on your eyelids with an eyeshadow that fitted your eye colour. and oh my god the dress. you wore a tight, backless, black dress with a split on your left thigh (your mom wasn’t too pleased about it tho).

it was the first time you dressed like that to a friday party, always wearing cargo pants and tank tops with a zipper hoodie you once stole from tobio. your boyfriend was the reason why you dressed like that, you wanted to see him breathless, happy having a girlfriend that hot.

“thank you.” a soft smile spread over your mouth as you took a sip of your drink. “is there any occasion? wanna catch somebody’s eye?” the boy asked, his eyes not leaving your lips.

“actually… yes.” you laughed at the sound of your reply, and leaned your back on the counter behind you. iwaizumi swore he could feel his heart skip a beat upon hearing your words. he knew you had a long time crush on him in the junior high, and now he felt like the heavens finally gave him a chance.

“hey, uh. i’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while now.” he began, getting a little closer to you. “wouldn’t you like to go out somewhere next sunday? like on a date.”

that’s when you connected the dots and froze. he thought you were talking about him. out of all people, it had to be hajime that you bumped in. gosh. you chugged down your drink before revealing you’re in a happy relationship, but eventually it wasn’t you who said that.

“maybe in two weeks? she’s already going out with her boyfriend on that sunday.” kei, who walked to the two of you out of sudden, remarked harshly, wrapping an arm around your waist. pulling you away from the ace, gently but swiftly.

“oh.” was the only thing that came from hajime.

tsukishima didn’t need to hear any more, pushing the respect for his seniors aside in his mind, he took your hand in his and walked out of the kitchen. and when normally he wasn’t the one to show any affection in public, then that day was an exception. maybe for the extreme jealousy he felt rushing in his veins when he noticed you with hajime and especially after hearing how he tried to ask you out.

and before you could even realize, his lips crushed into yours passionately. in public, so everyone from your school could see it and not hit on you anymore. after a few moments, you would just drag your boyfriend into an empty room, right. a rush of adrenaline must have got to him when he sat you down on a drawer, so the kisses would be more comfortable for both of you since the height difference.

he pulled away for a second, cupping your cheek with his hand and aside from melting under his soft touch, you melted even more after seeing how kei smiled at you. “you don’t even know how much i love you.” he empathized. “i don’t even know if i ever felt something like that towards anyone else. if someone ever had me choosing between something and you, i’d always choose you.”

tsukishima’s words destroyed you. it wasn’t anything bad, obviously, but it was the third time he spoke up about his feelings towards you, the first happened when you misunderstood his intention and thought of your first-date as a casual, friends hangout, the second when he confessed he likes you in a way he doesn’t like anyone else and now… he dropped the L-bomb. your boyfriend has never been the type of someone who’s fond of his words, and expressing emotions was hard for him as well. you felt your eyes watering, and thank god that you chose waterproof mascara.

“did i say something wrong…?” he was confused by your reaction, he knew you so well, yet he couldn’t tell why his girlfriend was crying in the first place. you immediately shook your head and by pulling in the fabric of his collar, you kissed him again. hands on the back of his neck, rubbing it gently, while his wandered around the length of your thighs.

“i love you” you spoke out as he pressed his forehead to yours. you could feel his body loosen up upon hearing your confession. “and there’s never gonna be anyone better for me than you.”

“next thing, me, you in that dress and a dinner at my house together on sunday?” he smiled at you, caressing soft circles on your leg. “and then afterwards, me, you in my hoodie and whatever movie you wanna watch.”

“i don’t know if i’m free, baby. gotta stand in line.” you chuckled as tsukishima rolled his eyes. “hmm, but if you say i get to keep the hoodie, then i can cancel some guys.”

“it’s not like you wouldn’t keep it anyway.”

(another part of tsukishima x seijoh!reader, here)

Headcanons for sibling scara with an affectionate reader who pinches and kisses his cheek just because he’s cute and likes picking him up?

SAGAU: THE GOD OF TEYVAT WONT LET GO OF ME PLEASE SEND HELP-

❀ synopsis: you are the clingy one, and you so happen to be a god with super strength. how do the three different phases of Scaramouche handle the situation?

❀ notes: this was supposed to be sibling headcanons but then realized just how ambiguous I made the relationship between the reader and Scaramouche. So this can be implied as romantic or platonic, or if this is regular genshin or sagau.

❀ pronouns: they/them

Kabukimono with a clingy God reader: Omg, he is so overwhelmed with joy and embarrassment, please give him a minute to process his emotions. If you picked him up in private he would immediately wrap his arms around you to try and hug you. He would even request for you to spin him around if you didn't do so yet. In public, though he would short-circuit and shyly ask for you to please put him down, if you don't he will do his best to shrink in your clothing if he sees any of the villagers staring.

Pinching his cheeks is a different story, it was ok at first but then he grew to not like them. Mostly because it feels weird if you do it, and maybe even painful if you're not gentle enough. He would pout before (gently) slapping your hand away before you can pinch his cheeks. But then he would realize what he did before hugging and affirming how sorry he was and you can pinch his cheeks as much as you want please don't leave him alone-

Scaramouche with a clingy God reader: Soft moments are over, have a scummy Scaramouche to replenish your palette. He enjoys the affection, but only in private. If you are taller than him he would be even more frustrated with how you can easily sweep him off his feet and pick him up. His face bloomed a deep shade of red as he demands that you put him down immediately. If you did this in front of any of his subordinates he will feel a huge chunk of his pride die inside of him.

Similar to when he was Kabukimono he wouldn't like the cheek pinching. While pinching his cheeks he will just give you this look that says "You-will-forget-what-its-like-to-eat-solid-food-if-you-don't-let-go-of-my-cheek", but he soon learns to appreciate the small piece of affection and even mimic your actions by pinching your cheek too.

albeit harsher since he is petty like that

Wanderer with a clingy God reader: Unlike these two, he is SHAMELESS. Nobody remembers him anymore so what does he have to worry about? Forget about you picking him up in public, he will be the one to drag you back to the camp if he wants to spend time with you. Any sort of physical affection is greedily gobbled up by this man. He would act like a tsundere in public unless he was jealous and you decided to pick him up to prove that you're taken. In that case he would be smug.

Pinching his cheeks would be a bit annoying but the more you do it, the more he grows to like it. It would come to the point he would lean onto your hand if you ever do it. And then it would just be you holding his face. He likes your hand, they are very warm...

Oikawa Toru x F! Reader - Finding You (Soulmate AU)

Request: Hi I was wondering if I could request number 28 from the soulmate Au list ? I was wondering if you could do Shinsou or oikawa ? Maybe with a female or nonbinary reader ? Amd maybe have it be fluff that eventually turns moderetly spicy if you feel comftroable with that? If not thats ok!

I really hope I requestes this correctly if not I’m so sorry !

Thank you so much for taking your time to read this ! Have an amazing day! And please drink some water !!

@moonstone777​​

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TW: Fluff and Suggestive content

It was your 5th birthday when your spirit creature appeared.

You’d been awoken by movement coming from next to you in your bed. Your eyes fluttered open, gradually adjusting to the light coming in from your window.

Then, you heard shuffling coming from under the covers next to your head. You pulled back the blanket, and had to hold in your squeal from the absolute cuteness before you.

There, curled up in a ball, was an adorable little…thing. It shifted when you moved the covers, and it blinked open it’s eyes, looking at you with pure curiosity.

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WARM CONVERSATION (suna x reader)

cw: breakup heavy, light mentions of reader going through it, angst to fluff i promise!!!! best friend osamu <3 kinda long im sorry, titled from sad beautiful tragic by taylor swift because what else would it be  

You should’ve known he’d come over. Should’ve expected it the moment you sent the text turning down his offer disguised as a reminder. 

A sick part of you almost wants to laugh as you reread the texts on the phone in hand. 

From: Osamu

ur coming with me to atsumu’s stupid thing tonight, right?

To: Osamu

absolutely not 

Not even twenty minutes later (which is impressive, considering Osamu lives at least thirty away from your apartment), an abrasive knock is on your door and you don’t even need to check the peephole to see who waits on the other side. 

The moment you open the door with unimpressed eyes, Osamu is opening his mouth to complain. 

“You’re shitting me, right?” 

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Thunderstorms and high winds today, folks, with a high of 29–85 for all you tourists out there–

With a scowl you close the live weather report and get back to work on the eight hundred words left of a two thousand word essay before you can lose too much steam. That weather report just annihilated your motivation.

Oh well.

You’ll have to try again tomorrow.

Clear skies today everyone. Looks like a full day of sunshine with a high of 32–

You’re shutting down your computer before the report is finished.

The gears of your bike spin with a satisfying whir as you speed through the city, wind blowing back your hair in the early morning sun. You burst out of the last block with a huge grin and make your way to the first open spot to lock up your bike.

Once your blanket is spread out securing a safe perimeter of relaxation you lay down

and soak it all in.

Your stomach starts to grumble and you know you’re going to have to get something to eat soon but it’s just so perfect. The sun, the beach, the rhythmic crashing of the waves. This is why you’ve worked so hard to study abroad. Yeah, yeah, cultural experiences and everything, but you’re not kidding yourself. Rio’s far from home and on the ocean.

Heaven.

You slowly drag yourself to sit up feeling thoroughly soaked through with sunshine and let your gaze lazily drift over the long line of sand.

And there it is–there he is–the other reason you’re here.

Because oh

my

god.

The head of bright orange hair that sways and swooshes as the man underneath it dives and jumps and moves in ways that seem too fluid for a casual game of beach volleyball.

He’s enticing.

His smile shines brighter than the sun after he leaps unbelievably high into the air and slams the ball down into the sand. You feel more out-of-breath just from watching him than he seems to be from actually playing.

And you’re not the only one completely enthralled by their game. Everyone in the surrounding area’s been pulled into spectating, some of them even starting to cheer. You don’t feel badly for staring.

The ball goes up and gets spiked down; the orange-head-hottie stretches out to dig the ball but only bumps it, changing it’s trajectory. It shoots off and splats in the sand a few feet from your blanket.

He’s already on his way over but you can’t miss this chance. You’ve been coming here for weeks waiting for the stars to align, for the weather to be nice on a day that you aren’t overwhelmed with schoolwork and for him to be on the beach, and you’re not going to waste it.

You grab the ball and meet him halfway–god he shines even brighter up close.

He gives you a big, grateful smile and says “thanks!”

Your heart flutters at his accented Portuguese. He’s quick to get back to his game and you try not to take that personally. He’s obviously an experienced, talented player…the game is probably more interesting than anything else to him.

Doesn’t stop you from coming back to watch him again and again.

Every time you come to watch you spread your blanket out closer and closer, shortening the distance like a representation of your dwindling time abroad and then

“Hey!”

One morning as you’re settling in a shadow slides across the sand. He pauses by your blanket on his way to the court.

“I’ve seen you here on the beach before. Haven’t I?”

“Yeah…I like to come on my days off between classes.” You smile, eyes raking over his muscular arms on their way to his face. “Soak up the scenery.”

He grins and you’re not sure if he caught your glances. “Yeah, it’s gorgeous here…isn’t it?”

You nod, noting his accent, and exchange a little small talk about your countries of origin until some other guys call out to him.

He leaves with a friendly wave and you unabashedly watch as they start playing.

You’re much closer than you’ve been before and you can really appreciate the beads of sweat that roll down the valleys of his muscles. There’s a voice in the back of your head that chides you; you’re being creepy! But there’s a certain crispness to the way he’s playing today. Like everything is more concentrated, intentional. And then you notice him glancing at you. After a sharp play or impressive move his eyes do a quick flick in your direction behind his sunglasses. That voice argues again you’re being creepy until he wipes the sweat from his face.

He doesn’t bother walking to the towel waiting next to his water bottle; he just uses his shirt, lifting the fabric high enough to reach his face and exposing his abs.

You hollow out.

Because he wasn’t just wiping his sweat in a way he’s never done before–ignoring you’ve watched him long and closely enough to know that–he did it right toward you

giving you a full view of the toned set. And the smirk on his face as he gets ready to receive tells you it was on purpose.

He knew what he was doing, knows what he’s doing as he continues to blaze a trail across the court taking every opportunity to flex and show off

for you.

The sun’s not the only thing burning when he leaves the court drenched in sweat and gets his things before coming back over to you.

“Wow…you’re really good,” you compliment him to a wide grin.

“Thanks! Are you a fan of volleyball?”

“I’m a fan of watching you play volleyball,” you answer, delighting in the momentary shock on his face. “Come on, why’re you acting so surprised?” You give him a playful smirk. “I saw all the extra stuff you were showing off today.”

He chuckles nervously and rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah…I was…I just…”

“You’re not used to it paying off?” you surmise and he nods. You introduce yourself and he replies in kind. “Well, Hinata Shōyo,” you grin, “you’ve got my attention. What would you like to do with it?”

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Premise: Rintarou unexpectedly meets the girl of his dreams through an online game and he does his best to find this mysterious girl in the real world and keep her for good.

Word Count: 3101

Chapter 2: Help!

After an agonizing first period, Kageyama finally had a moment to think about what Miya-san asked him this morning, his class aircon was having a bad day causing everyone in it to feel even more lethargic but he was pretty sure that he’s never heard your name before, then again, he doesn’t care much about people, for all he knows you could be in his class. So he decided to ask Hinata, he surely knows more people, it’s not like he owes anything to Inarizaki’s setter but it’s always good to have someone of his status owe you something. ¨Hey idiot, do you by any chance know someone called (Y/N)?¨ he asked his teammate while putting some change into his vending machine of preference, looking for a very much needed doze of milk. ¨Hmm…can’t say I do. Why, is she pretty? Did she confess to you or something?¨ Kageyama grimaced down at him, not believing his ears, ¨Thankfully, that’s not it. The Inarizaki team was looking for her, so Miya-san sent me a message, was hoping you could help since I’m no good with this kind of stuff.¨ Hinata nodded, crossing his arms, agreeing completely to such statement. ¨I'll ask in the group chat I’m a part of. If she has anything to do with volleyball in this prefecture someone there is bound to know her.¨ Kageyama gave him an appreciative wave and walked in the opposite direction looking for a shaded place to enjoy his very much needed treat and its hydration.

Hinata pulled his phone out and asked in his group chat if anyone knew who the mysterious girl could be. This chat had people from Date Tech, Seijoh and Shiratorizawa, someone had to know who you were. Due to the timing, they were all mostly in class and not looking at their phones, so he puts his back in his pocket and ran towards the cafeteria hoping they still had some sandwiches left.

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Osamu could feel Suna’s eyes on the back of his neck during the entire morning, it was annoying him so much that he was about to stuff a sock in their teacher’s mouth just so he could get up and say something to his classmate.

When the lunch break came around, he was up in a second, slamming his hands on Suna’s desk, ¨What? What is it? Why did you keep staring at me all morning?¨he was snarling down at the middle blocker, towering over him with pent up stress, he didn’t do anything to get on his nerves, not that he was aware of at least. ¨Did Atsumu send you a message?¨ he tilted his head to the side in confusion, ¨Why would he send me a message, we live together.¨ Suna heaved a deep sigh, checking his own phone for the tenth time in the last thirty minutes, ¨I just thought he could have sent you one, that’s all.¨ Samu considers himself a very patient man, but his teammates can sometimes get in his bad side. Did he not trust him? Since when is he closer to Atsumu than he is with him? What was he not telling him? ¨Care to tell me what’s going on?¨ Suna actually wanted to get up and go look for his twin instead, but he complied, maybe he could help him more than his brother, ¨So I’m trying to look for someone who lives in Miyagi. That’s why I begged Atsumu to ask the Karasuno setter if he knew about her, that’s all. I guess I was just expecting to hear more from them sooner.¨ he was about to get up when Osamu held him back down, ¨Do you know anything else about her? We could try looking her up in social media. It’ll be tough for someone like Karasuno’s setter to even know a girl unless they’re like classmates, I’d say it’s better to dig somewhere else.¨ he had never seen Suna’s eyes completely open up until this day, did he really not think about that? ¨Well, unfortunately I don’t know much, but I will try that, thanks. I’ll let you know if I need more help.” he smiled up at Samu in appreciation, this being the second time of the day a Miya ended up breathless taken back by his little smile.

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You were doing your fair amount of research on your own during the weekend, but you were unable to find any Rintarou tagged in the volleyball team from your school’s account. You were hoping to see pictures of the teams they played against but they don’t seem to like that concept. All you knew about him was his name and that he played volleyball probably in high school, not much to go around so you were quickly loosing hope of ever finding the guy who stole your heart last Friday. If only you weren’t so shy, and had just asked him for his number.

Your last hope was asking the boys directly. You weren’t what you would consider a social butterfly, so having to talk to people you don’t know was a bit daunting. Thankfully, on your stalking attempts from the past weekend you saw one of your classmates in the team pictures, you didn’t even know he was part of the volleyball team but you thought he should be a safe bet, never talked to him before though, barely even knew his name. 

You made your way to the back of the class where he usually was, it was lunch time and he was talking with that scary looking friend of his. Judging people based on looks isn’t your thing, but you could agree with the fact that he was a bit scary. A few steps away from him your hands started to sweat and you felt a bit dizzy, but there was no going back down now, you had to at least try to find him.¨Nishinoya-kun, can I ask you something?¨ he was staring up at your beautiful delicate face, cheeks red like apples, your eyes looking anywhere but his face. Was one of the cutest girls in his class about to confess to him? Could this be possible or was he just dreaming as usual? ¨Sure, come, sit here. Sorry, he is a bit stunned right now. Not used to pretty girls talking to him.¨ his friend pulled a chair for you to sit with them, smiling softly at you. He wasn’t that scary now that you had him up close. You appreciated his comforting actions, he gave you the courage you needed to proceed. Smiling at him you sat down on the offered chair.¨Thank you. Do you guys by any chance know anyone called Rintarou? He should be in a school volleyball team. I know you guys have been to many important matches with teams across the country, so I thought maybe you can help me.¨ Ryu was feeling an immense amount of pride in his heart, so pretty girls know about their accomplishments now? What’s next, magazine covers? ¨Um, sure we can help. Sorry, Rintarou you said? Do you know which school he goes to?¨ of course it was too good to be true, girls like you don’t just talk to him, but hey, who knows maybe if he helps you, you’d fall for him, he wasn’t going to lose hope just yet. ¨I don’t know…¨ you sighed looking down at your hands over your lap, ¨He has the cutest little accent though, so probably from the west side of the country?¨ none of them could think of anyone named Rintarou, this would be difficult.

Tsukishima was looking for his upperclassmen, his underwear went missing from his gym bag again for the third time this month, a superman printed pair of boxers replacing it and he just knew who they belonged to. ¨Tanaka-san, did you take my underwear again? I swear if I see yours in my bag once more-¨ he stops mid-sentence when he finds the target of his outraged speech sitting with a very heartbroken looking girl, talk about horribly bad timing. ¨YES! I realized they were missing when I got home, you seriously need to see the beauty of life, Tsukishima, all your boxers are gray.¨ their bickering made you chuckle, bringing you back to their attention. ¨Hey, Tsukishima. Do you know anyone named Rintarou?¨ that was such a random question, it made him think, ¨Anyone named Rintarou? Can you be more specific? I’m pretty sure we all know one or two Rintarous¨ you got up from your chair, holding his hand with both of yours, eyes screaming for help, ¨He plays volleyball and has a cute accent!¨ Tsuki had his eyes on your joint hands, suddenly forgetting how to breathe but carefully listening to you, ¨Ugh you mean Suna then?¨ the wide smile on your face was causing his brain to seize functioning, since when was there such a cute girl in this school? He seriously needs to stop hanging out with Yamaguchi, he eats up all his free time.

Both of his teammates were staring at him confused, not recognizing the name mentioned, ¨You know, Inarizaki’s middle blocker? Suna Rintarou?¨ they gasped in unison, ¨Wait, wait, the scary looking dude or the one with the cool technique?¨ you were on your toes now, hoping to get as much information as possible, you knew the possibility of it actually being who you were looking for was pretty slim, but this was your only lead, ¨The cool one. His team represented Hyogo, I would say he had an accent, not sure if a cute one, but yeah not as heavy as the rest of his team.¨ your head was spinning with joy, not thinking clearly you hugged Tsukishima as tight as you could and squealed on his chest. ¨And that’s how you loose a woman, Noya-san.¨ the evil smirk in Tuski’s face was priceless, but there was no time for this, you looked up at him, not letting go of him just yet, ¨Do you…have his number?¨ the sparkles in your eyes were entrancing him to fall into the valley of the dead, but he had to hold his ground, ¨I do not. But maybe Kageyama can help you with that, he knows someone from his team.¨ you had no idea who this Kageyama was but you made Tsuki promise he would take you to him after practice.

In reality, all he could hear was that he would meet you after practice, not the purpose of it, but who cares really, that just meant he would get to see you again, without the rest of the team getting in the way. Hopefully it wasn’t Suna the one you were looking for and he could be there for you when disappointment hit, not the ideal way of getting a girlfriend but your warmth was all he could think about while he waited for the second period to be over.

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Hinata pulled his phone out while walking over to the gym for practice, that’s when he noticed the group chat he had asked for help was going crazy with notifications.

Koganegawa met someone named (Y/N) at a Nekoma game once, he was fairly certain that she was a Kenma fan, so Hinata decided to add him to the chat, clueless little Kenma didn’t know the name of any of his regular adoring fans, making everyone in the group chat send sighing stickers at the same time. “I do know a (Y/N), though. From this community of gamers I’m a part of. She’s very nice, we switch dlc’s all the time, I even have her number.” but Hinata dismissed him quickly saying they weren’t looking for a gamer girl but someone invested in volleyball. To this since Kenma wasn’t much of a help, he added Yaku to the group and left the chat.

Unfortunately Yaku didn’t know any Kenma fan of that name but apparently, Goshiki’s cousin’s best friend was called (Y/N), ¨But Hinata-kun, she goes to your school, no? My cousin is a second year, wait I’m going to send you a picture of her so you can tell me if we are talking about the same person, let me stalk my cousin’s account.¨ he went into the lockers room, getting ready for practice while he waited for the promised picture.

When he finally saw it Hinata screamed so loud, everyone out in the gym could hear him, ¨KAGEYAMA!!!¨ he forwarded the picture over to his teammate, nearly jumping on him, ¨Why didn’t you tell me it was (L/N)-senpai!!??¨ Kageyama stares at the picture of you, Goshiki had cropped the rest of the picture to get you to stand out. He was seemingly lost, he kind of thinks he’s seen you around but isn’t sure, ¨Sorry, who?¨ Hinata facepalmed himself plopping onto the floor in annoyance at his clueless teammate, ¨The girl you were looking for! You know (L/N)-senpai? The pretty second year girl that helped us with geometry that one time in the library?¨ realization finally reaches Kageyama, memories flooding his head, ¨OH, I know. So her name is (Y/N)? I didn't know that. Let me send the picture to Miya-san to see if that’s who they’re looking for.¨

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Atsumu was about to go into practice mode, stuffing his uniform into his locker when his phone beeped, he was going to ignore it and check it later but Suna’s miserable looking expression made him think about it twice, with a long sigh he unlocked his phone, ¨Wow, no wonder you were so depressed. If this isn’t who you are looking for maybe I should visit Tobio-kun more often.¨ Suna was on him within seconds, snatching his phone away, he didn’t know how you looked like, how was a picture going to do any good? But damn, the girl was definitely his type. ¨Is it her?¨ Atsumu was trying to retrieve his phone, secretly hoping he would say no, ¨I don’t know what she looks like…..WAIT¨ he grabbed the phone once more, zooming onto the school bag you were wearing on the picture, ¨That is one of those hell rabbits from the game we were playing! It's got to be her!¨ Atsumu got his phone back, looking at the bunny charm hanging from your bag, ¨Everybody plays this game, Suna. If you don’t know how she looks like, how were you planning to find her? This is absurd.¨ he stashed the phone away in his locker and went out to the gym. ¨Common man, ask him for her number! If it isn’t my (Y/N) then you could just talk to her yourself, she’s pretty cute.¨ didn’t sound like a bad plan, ¨Kay, lets do it after practice.¨ 

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It was dark outside but you were sweating, Summer was on its peak now and you really wished you were home right now laying half naked in bed and eating some ice cream, but you were on a mission.

A cute looking freckled boy came out of the gym and you startled him by jumping in front of him without notice, earning a cute lil squeak from him, ¨Sorry, did I scare you? Do you happen to know someone called Tsukishima? He is very tall and blonde. I’m supposed to meet him after practice.¨ you gave him a shy looking smile, a little blush painting your cheeks at the intensity of Yamaguchi’s stare, ¨I-I yes, I do know him. Wait here, I’ll call him over.¨ he ran back inside the gym leaving a dust cloud behind. ¨TSUKKKKKIIIIIIII¨ a ball nearly hits Tsukishima on the face, his outburst causing him to lose concentration. ¨Can’t you see I’m still busy?¨ he growled at his friend, what if he gets hit? He needs to stop screaming like a maniac. ¨There’s like the prettiest girl in the universe waiting for you outside, I’m positive practice can wait.¨ Tanaka stops what he’s doing, knowing exactly what that was about. ¨Oh yeah, she’s actually looking for Kageyama though, Tsukishima was just trying to get more time with her.¨ he was now elbowing Tsukishima on the ribs, trying to embarrass him. ¨Looking for me? A girl? What for?¨ Yamaguchi ran back outside and brought you with him, gently holding your wrist like if you were made out of rice paper, ¨OH it's (L/N)-senpai! We were talking about you earlier, we realized we didn’t know your first name. Wait you did say something about liking games before… do you know any Kenma?¨ Kageyama covered his mouth with the palm of his hand trying to quiet down the little beast, but he kicked Kageyama on the sheen, making you giggle. ¨Did you need me for something, senpai?¨ he was rubbing his leg, looking up at you and he just looked like an adorable wounded puppy, you didn’t know your volleyball team was so much fun to be around, ¨Ehm, Tsukisima-kun told me you know someone from Inarizaki. I was wondering if-¨ Kageyama got up in seconds, analyzing your face up close, ¨So you are the (Y/N) Miya-san was looking for.¨ you blinked at him a few times.

¨Miya-san?¨ Hinata was about to start raving about who he was and how was it possible that you didn’t know who he was, he was basically an idol. ¨Yeah, Inarizaki’s setter, he asked me if I knew any (Y/N) but didn’t say why. Come with me, let’s just call him and get this over with.¨ 

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Practice was over for Inarizaki, they were all walking out of the gym, when Atsumu’s phone rang, ¨Oh Tobio-kun! I was about to text you!¨ Suna stopped walking, pressing his ear to the other side of the phone, earning a stomp on his foot from the setter. "I have a (Y/N) here with me, the one I sent you the picture of earlier, care to confirm if it’s the one you need?¨ Suna was making signals with his hands, instructing Atsumu to put it on speaker, he couldn’t hear anything and it was driving him crazy, ¨Well we don’t know much about her but yeah, if you could put her on the line, would be appreciated.¨ 

Kageyama handed you his phone and you took it with a trembling hand, your heart was about to burst and your voice sounded shaky, almost like a squeaky little mouse, ¨Miya-san?¨ his heart exploded, what is it with this girl, why was she so damn cute??? But his heart wasn’t the only one who was having a hard time, Suna grabbed the phone away, almost yelling at it, ¨(Y/N)??? Are you my (Y/N)?? How do you kill a flying slime?¨ you chuckled, tears threatening to go out, ¨You shoot them with the pink arrows, Mr.sausage.¨ he was losing it, he could literally feel how fast his heart was beating, on his brain, even on his nails, he found you, he freaking found you, ¨Oh my god, (Y/N) this stupid game, I swear I will find their building and burn it to the ground.¨ you were now sitting on a bench, kicking a little stone around with your feet and smiling widely with Kageyama’s phone pressed to your ear, ¨Tell me about it! I didn’t know what to do so I asked my volleyball team for help, one of them told me that a Miya-san was also looking for me, were you…¨ you didn’t want to jump to conclusions but it did sound like he was also looking for you, ¨I was yes, I tried so hard to find you but I know nothing about you, we need to change that right now. Give me your number.¨ he pulled out his phone, creating a new contact and adding your information, ¨There, I sent you a text, save mine. Is it ok if I call you when I get home?¨ you looked down at your phone and saw a cat sticker blowing a kiss and your heart just couldn’t take it anymore, happy tears were rolling down your face and you replied sniffling, ¨Yeah, please do.¨ 

Were you crying? He didn’t know how to deal with that kind of situation it’s one of the reasons why he avoids girls, ¨Don’t cry, I'm too far away to hold you. Save them for the weekend, I’m jumping on the first train to you on Saturday.¨ you just nodded, brushing the tears away from your face, ¨You better…¨

The rest of the Karasuno team were all staring at you, some with dreamy eyes, some with disappointment painting their features and Kageyama, well, he was just hoping his phone wasn’t covered in snot. You ended up making new friends and finding the guy who made you go out of your comfort zone more than once just to hear his voice once more.

Thanking Kageyama you gave him back his phone and went over to Tsuki to give him a warm hug of appreciation, even if thanks to Miya-San’s efforts he would have find you at some point, you were just so grateful that Tsukishima was there for you, that he took your concerns seriously and found who you were looking for. His chest felt tight as you held him closely, his reckless wishes taking a hold of his body, making him wrap both of his arms around you possessively, startling you and his team. “Is it ok for me to have your number too?” he was mumbling against your hair. You were in such a great mood and having someone hold you after crying just made you feel so full, of course you complied exchanging numbers, always happy to make new friends. But that was way off from the blond’s true motives. Suna might be cool and all, but he lived miles away from you, way across the country, he can wait as long as you needed to figure out this wouldn’t work and the one by your side when you do so, will be him.

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