Getting Us The Owl Ones:
Getting us the owl ones:
https://sosuperawesome.com/post/183435986931/interlocking-keychains-jennifer-lebon-on-etsy
THOSE ARE SO CUTE đ„ș is this your way of proposing bc if so

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If anyone told Sakusa Kiyoomi of Itachiyama Academy that he would ever be sitting in the grass making flower crowns, heâd immediately call them insane.
Yet here he is, less than 10 years out of his high school career, doing exactly that.
âDad!â His concentration is broken by that voice he never fails to turn to. âLook what Mom made me!â
Your daughter is running toward him, you trailing behind. He holds his arms out for her, but she doesnât crash into his chest as she is apt to do. Instead, she holds up a ring of flowers. âLook down!â She demands of her dad.
Omi smiles softly, lowering his head. His daughter crowns him with the flowers - crookedly, off-centered as hell, but with the most adorable smile showing off her dimples. Her curly pigtails make him smiler wider. She settles comfortably in his lap as you take a seat beside them.
If anyone had told him that heâd let a child with dirt all over her dress put a load of grass and flowers on his head, more than voluntarily, he wouldnât have believed them. Heâs come to learn that the mess is just part of being human, so itâs not such a big deal anymore.
Besides, this is his baby girl. Nothing can take that fact away from him.
If they had told him heâd marry someone like you, he would laugh in scorn.
But here, now? This is all he ever wants. Your hair flutters gently in the wind as he watches. Youâre so beautiful. Even in the most mundane moments like this, heâs stunned by you.
âGive me your hand?â He fiddles one last time with the flowers in his hand. âI donât have this specific skill set, so all you get is a ring.â
He starts sliding it on whichever finger will fit when your daughter pipes in: âDad, you have to say, âWill you marry me?ââ
Kiyoomi pauses and looks at her. âWeâre already married, sweetie.â
âBut you canât put her ring on until you ask!â
Not one to ever deny his daughterâs wishes, Kiyoomi starts again. â____,â he says in a dramatic tone. Shakespearean and overdone, he asks once again, âWill you marry me?â
Sunset skin
Wc: 1.3k
His skin is warm from a day in the sun. Coming home to you is one of Shoyoâs greatest joys in life, as is maintaining any form of physical contact with you at all.
Sometimes, you get a bit⊠insatiable. You greet him with a kiss at the door as always, but when he dips you to make it a little bit more exciting, you raise a leg to wrap around his torso. What he found with that motion was that you were wet for him, your arousal slicking against his thigh where his swim trunks stop. You whimper, his heat against yours overwhelming.
âOh,â he whispers. âI see.â
And thatâs how youâre here now, in full view of your sliding doors to the beach-front view. Shoyo leans back on a kitchen chair with the poise of a drunken king on his throne. Youâre perched in his lap, arms braced against his sculpted chest.
Heâs warm.
Everything about him is warm - even the molten texture of his eyes as you grind against his thigh. âThere you go, baby,â he murmurs, running his hand down your spine. âUse my thigh.â Reaching under you, he spreads your lips apart, pressing his flexed thigh against as much of your cunt as possible.
Itâs enough to make you fall apart.
Whimpering, you halt all motions. But Shoyo is like the sea he spends his days next to, constantly in motion, back and forth. When you donât move yourself, he wraps his steady, calloused hands around your waist, dragging you back and forth on himself. The moans it elicits are divine. A litany of Sho, Sho, Sho falls off your lips with every pull at your waist.
âYouâre so pretty,â he groans, once you resume the motions yourself. His shirt is gone by now, and so is yours. Your hands brace against his sculpted muscles. Leverage as you bring yourself closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. Your movements speed up, and Shoyoâs breath picks up too. You feel it in the way his chest rises and falls under you. âLike a goddess,â he hisses, tugging at the hair at the nape of your neck. His other hand runs circles into your clit, even as you fuck yourself against his thigh.
You scream at the intensity of feelings all around you. He looks so wonderful in the sunset, his tan, freckled skin pulled just right over his toned body. He smells like sea salt, feels like sunshine. If anything, heâs the ethereal one here. And the thought pushes you over, legs trembling as you collapse onto his chest. The hand in your hair tightens and tugs again, the hand on your pussy continuing to generate friction at a punishing rate. His lips are on your neck, kissing and sucking and soothing in a way that your orgasm is not.
It rips out of you, leaving no energy left to hold you up afterward. You collapse on Shoyoâs chest - indeed, still warm from his day in the sun.
âBaby,â he grunts, wiping his cum-stained fingers on your outer thigh. âYouâre on my dick.â
Haughtily, you drag your inner thigh against his very prominent bulge. âWhatever, Shoyo.â
âFuck, dammit,â he gasps, throwing his head back as far as it will go. Your lazy hand reaches into his trunks to pull out his length. Youâre pressed against him still, chest to chest, legs around his thigh. But your hand is on a mission, swirling around his pretty, sensitive cockhead. âOh, shit.â
Heâs already hard from letting you use him as an instrument of pleasure, so it doesnât take long for him to be on the brink of cumming himself. âInside,â he gasps, pushing you off his chest. âI need to be inside.â
In seconds, he has you bent over the coffee table, manhandling you to face your giant window. âLook at yourself,â he directs, pulling your hair to angle your face just the way he wants it. âLook how youâre such a messy slut for me.â Kneeling behind you, he rubs his sensitive head up and down your folds, smearing wetness between them messily. He meets your eyes in the reflection in the glass. Wordlessly, he sheathes himself in you, moving slowly to watch as your expression changes with every added inch.
Youâre begging as he pushes in, his arm locked around your neck and holding you up just enough. The whines and pleas come out choked, but he knows what they are. Faster, Shoyo. Move, Shoyo. And he does, just enough to work himself back to the brink. âWatch,â he demands again through heavy breaths. Heâs pressed against you, warm and firm and unyielding against your back. âAs I paint your insides white.â
Youâre moaning deliriously, calling yourself a number of names in an attempt to draw the cum out of him. Iâm your filthy slut. Your cumbucket. A desperate whore. A hole for you to fill. A fuck doll. With each name, you slam your hips back against him.
When he finally cums, he pushes so deep inside of you, like heâs trying to shoot his cum straight into your womb. He stays like that a few more moments, watching your expression with each consecutive spurt. Youâre thanking him wantonly, whimpering and moaning like the whore you proclaimed yourself to be.
Itâs so filthy.
He releases your throat. If you think this is your chance to breathe, youâd be wrong. He pries your jaw open, forcing his fingers into your throat slowly - for no other reason than it pleases him to spear you from both ends. âCan you do one more for me, baby?â The question is useless, since heâs already rocking his hips again. âCan you rub those tits for me?â
Obediently, your hands find your breasts, gently kneading the sensitive nubs. âOh, come on,â Shoyo mocks you, pulling almost his full length out slowly before slamming back in so quickly that your whole body jolts. You gag on his fingers in your throat. âDonât act innocent. I know those tits can handle more than that. Pinch them.â The next order is to pull them. To twist them. Each motion sending ripples down to your pussy tightening around his cock.
Youâre both nearing another orgasm, the desperate pleas to cum falling off your lips with every thrust. With a grunt, Shoyo maneuvers you off the table, onto all fours facing the window. Through it all, he never stops thrusting, reveling in the way your tits sway with every thrust. Spanking your ass, he continues at his merciless pace. Your screams and whimpers and moans and pleas go in one ear and out the other, pulsing through his brain on their way out.
He fucks you like an animal in heat, his stamina from volleyball keeping him pressing into you until your knees buckle from pleasure and exhaustion. He keeps going after that, pulling just one more orgasm out of himself.
By the time heâs done, youâre limp on the floor, fucked out of strength. He finally pulls out, a white ring of your combined cum nestled at the base of his dick. He jerks it a few more times, shaking any last spurts of cum on your stomach.
Laying on his back, Shoyo rolls you over on top of him. âHi, baby,â he starts. He does that, babbling at you after blowing your back out. âYouâre alright. Iâve got you.â With a thumb, he wipes the tears from your cheeks. Itâs never a session with Shoyo if there are no tears. âHey. Hi. I got you. Iâm here. Iâm right here.â
Impossibly, you whine and start to move against him again. The way heâs pulled you onto him, his thigh is once again between your dirty folds. Gasping, you smear yourself against him, his cum spilling back out of you and onto himself.
With a terribly fond smile, he strokes your hair as you slowly rub against him. âMy messy slut.â
My entry for @augustinewritesâs Simple Pleasures collab! Chaos corner, this oneâs for you đ

Miya Osamu knows better than most that life is volatile and sometimes unkind - and more than often inopportune. He knows because he grew up with the embodiment of life, wearing a face that looked exactly like his.
At 7pm, standing in the doorway of your shared room, he canât help but wonder when he met the other side of life; the side that was more like himself than Atsumu. Because life wasnât always about crashing head-first into the worst decisions. Sometimes it was this:
Sometimes it was watching you cuddle your baby while he does the dishes and prepares the milk bottle. Sometimes itâs the quiet into which you speak promises to the Mini Miya youâve created. Sometimes, it was complete wonder and awe at your messy ponytail and three-day-old T-shirt - and how itâs still one of the most beautiful things heâs ever seen in his twenty-odd years of life.
Sometimes it was reveling in the fact that you existed.
Youâve saved his life more than once, he thinks. When no one else believed in Onigiri Miya, you did. When everyone else asked after Atsumu and never Osamu, you were the one whose lips always held his name.
Osamu. A name he used to resent. It was too often followed by âand Atsumu,â reminding him that he always coexisted with another half. Now, he doesnât mind. Itâs followed by âmy dear,â âmy love,â and the like.
Sometimes, life was laying next to you, waiting until the baby was burped and fed. Life was his baby on his chest, napping or curling her tiny, tiny fingers around his own. Life was you, pressed into his side, stroking the babyâs back and telling him your life story with a baby voice to entertain both members of your tiny family.
He doesnât know how or when he got here. He doesnât know what accident of the universe granted him this blessing - not that heâs complaining.
âSamu?â
He hums, glancing downward to see if Mini Miya was asleep yet.
âThanks.â
âFor what?â It canât be the dishes. He does those all the time.
âFor staying.â
Two words, but he knows what they mean to you. A lot. Because you didnât trust easily, and too many people had given up before you were ready to hand them your heart. But not Miya Osamu. Miya Osamu was thankful to have you in his life in any capacity. He didnât care how long you made him wait, because waiting was half the fun.
It was existence with you, either way, and thatâs all heâs ever wanted. Thatâs all he ever hopes to do for the rest of his life.
âYou canât get rid of me,â he murmurs. âEver.â
bet you wonât do it
Pairing: Keishin Ukai x f!reader
Genre: fluff, slight angst?
Warnings: uh none?
Summary: You lose a bet to the one and only Keishin Ukai and you owe him >:)
Word Count: 4.8k words
A/N: This is for @crybabycrisis's collab!! To be honest I finished this fic like a week after I joined it but I only just now got around to posting it aflheafhak I had a lot of fun writing this!!

âBet you wonât do it.â
âWhat?â Keishin asks with widened eyes as he turns to look at you, cigarette hanging from his lips and his brow raised high.
To be fair, youâre both drunk when this all conspires.
âI said âI bet you wonât do it,â chicken,â you challenge, smirking at him Why are you doing this? You donât want to do this.
His brow only raises higher, but now heâs looking at you with the confidence only a Ukai can pull off without looking arrogant. In other words, he looks hot. Then again, he always does. But especially right now. His hair is a little messy from his hands running through it and his head being tossed back from how hard heâs laughing. His pupils are dilated and his eyelids are heavy from the alcohol coursing through him. His lipsâgod, his lips; the same lips youâve wanted to kiss since you were thirteen years oldâare a little chapped, but theyâre so red, and you just know theyâd taste good. Well, right now theyâd probably taste like the beer heâs been drinking for the past few hours. Youâre sure that the devil himself made this cherry red apple and dropped it right in front of you, taunting that you canât have it and that if you do, there will be dire consequences.
And consequences there would be if you were to give in to your desires and just kiss him stupid.
âMe? Chicken? Ha! Okay then. What do I need to do to prove you wrong?â
âGo over to that woman youâre drooling over and ask her out,â you reply with an even bigger smirk despite the fact that youâre dying a little inside. Heâs been looking past you all night and when you finally looked, a woman was sitting there drinking alone.
âThat all?â he asks smoothly, that same old spark in his eyes, the eyes you fell in love with, the eyes that are a dark brown like the chocolate he claims heâs not obsessed with. âWhat do I get if I win?â
âWell, what do you want?â you ask, taking a sip of your fifth drink. You wanted to tell him âWhatever you want from me,â and hope that he asks for a date, your hand in marriage, your body, literally anything. You know he would never though. You two have known each other for too long for him to suddenly start falling for you now.
You missed your chance a long time ago.
âHmâŠâ he hums before taking a drag of his cig, holding the smoke in for a moment before letting it out. His eyes shift this way and that to try and spot something to help him think of an answer. âHow about you teach my boys after school every day?â This causes you to pause from taking another drink, it being your turn to let your eyes go wide.
âWhat? Teach them some manners since you clearly donât have any?â you joke, averting your eyes as you toss your head back to take a drink, hoping heâll drop it.
Of course, he doesnât.
â(Y/n), you know what I meant.â
âTeach them volleyball? Why?â
He removes the cigarette from his mouth completely, clenching it between two fingers. âBecause youâre just as good as me, a professional even! You were there right beside me when dad trained me and taught me everything I know! You were the one who helped me when I didnât get something and made me better, made me the man I am today! You were there for all my games and I yours!â he says loudly, letting everyone sitting outside with you know that heâs drunk out of his mind.
âThat doesnâtâIâm notâI canâtââ
âYes, you can! (Y/n), I know how good you are. What happened to you was tragic, and I know you donât like talking about it, but just think of how good it will feel to teach others how to play and help them grow better just like you did for me all those years ago. Think about how itâll feel to step out onto that court again!â
Ah, your accident. It happened in your last year of high school. You were probably one of the best volley players in the country and, baby, you were going to go places. Well, that was until your very last game. You werenât thinking straight because you were so nervous. Everything was riding on that game, on you winning that game, and you did something you shouldnât have. And now youâre paying the price. Your heart broke that day and with you so torn up about it, it only made sense for Keishin, your best friend, to be heartbroken too. He was going to quit playing with you, but you told him that if he even thought about quitting volleyball again just because you couldnât play anymore, youâd leave his life for good. That was enough of a threat to never make him speak of it again. He ended up playing throughout college and even after graduating, and you were there for every game cheering him on. You couldnât have been more proud of him.
â(Y/n), câmon. If I win this bet, you have to come in and teach them for a month,â he bargains, returning the shortened stick to his mouth and inhaling.
âA month?â you ask incredulously.
âYup!â he replies, popping the last letter.
âAnd what will you be doing while Iâm doing your job, oh great and wise one?â you ask with a playful roll of your eyes.
âIâll be there cheering you on, of course,â he replies with a grin that almost blinds you. Wait, are you having a heart attack? Oh. No, thatâs just your heart trying to fly out of your chest and into his hands. Stupid heart. He already has your love and more. Heâs your everything.
âFine. You have to ask her for her number,â you agree, placing your elbow onto the table and offering him your hand to shake. âBut if I win, you have toâŠâ you trail off, staring into his eyes with squinted ones. âYou have to make me dinner,â you decide. Crap, does that sound like too much of a date? God, how much more obvious could you get?
âDinner?â he asks, his brow reaching his hairline. âIs that all? Jeez, (Y/n), youâve lost your touch,â he teases, finishing his cigarette before rubbing the end out into the tray in between you both.
âItâll be more than just that,â you explain with an eye roll before freezing, realizing how that sounds. When you look up from your drink at him, you find his smirk has turned dark, the glint in his eyes having a new meaning now.
âOh? You gonna show me a good time, (L/n)?â he purrs, winking at you. You grow flustered under his gaze and smooth words, quickly turning your head away to, hopefully, hide your reaction. It didnât matter though since he knows you like the back of his hand. He could know how youâd react to that with his eyes closed.
âShut up! I meant weâd also watch a movie or go for a walk, or something! You and I both know you canât cook, so you never do it for me! I just figured Iâd torture you with having to make me a full course meal!â you hiss out, hoping heâll just let it go. He chuckles at you and leans back in his chair, taking a final swig of his drink before standing up.
âYouâre on. No take backsies!â he shouts, pulling your hand in hisâand how are his hands so warm?âas he gives you a firm handshake before leaving your table and sauntering over to the woman. You watch for about ten seconds before spinning back around in your seat, feeling something mean and vile slide through you. Youâre such an idiot.
Youâre chugging down the rest of your drink when he comes back over with a swagger in his step, letting you know before heâs even spoken that heâs won. You knew heâd win anyway. Who would ever say no to him?
âDone and done. I shall see you at campus on Monday.â
And your fate has been sealed.

You take a deep breath as you walk onto campus, heading the familiar way to the gym. Youâve been here a number of times, but never when his boys are here. Youâve always just met him outside to drop off some dinner for him or a new volleyball and went about your day.
And youâve definitely never strutted up and tried to tell these boys how to play their sport.
God, what was Keishin thinking? These guys are going to eat you alive! You havenât even played the dumb sport in eight years. Youâre probably so rusty and youâll just make a fool out of yourself.
When you reach the gym, you take another deep breath and shake out your hands before walking inside. You check your phone for the time when you see that practice is apparently in full swing. Were you late?
âWelcome to hell, soldier,â you hear a voice behind you, instantly recognizing the deep timbre. You spin around to find Keishin smiling at you, reminding you too much of a cat thatâs finally caught his mouse.
âHaha,â you say sarcastically, shoving his chest and watching as he barely reacts to it. âHow late am I?â you ask.
âWhat?â he asks before looking over your shoulder to find the boys already on the floor and hitting the volleyball back and forth over the net. âOh. We havenât started yet.â Your brows go up in surprise at his words, turning to look over your shoulder at the boys again. Oh. âYouâre actually just in time. Câmon, Iâll introduce you.â
And with that, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and leads you further inside the gym. You try to ignore how warm he is and how his cologne is starting to make your legs feel like jelly. âAlright!â he shouts once heâs pulled you two to a stop, making you jump, which causes him to chuckle down at you. He moves behind you and places his hands onto your shoulders, your back pressed to his chest. Oh god, oh god, oh god.
All the boys stop and turn to look at him, freezing upon spotting you. You look them all over, doing your best to put names to faces but not having much luck. Youâve been to a couple of their games but could never see their names on their jerseys from how far away you always end up sitting. It doesnât help that you either have to leave before the game is over or canât stick around for the afterparty because of your job. You always go out and celebrate with Keishin though. You like to listen to him brag about how good his boys played and what they need to work on.
âBoys, this is (L/n) (Y/n). Sheâll be coming to practice every day to whip you boys in shape! She-â
âIs this your girlfriend, Coach Ukai?â one short boy with pointy hair asks, his hand raised high. Your face burns as hot as embers at the question, your gaze turning away to the side to avoid everyoneâs eyes. Unbeknownst to you, a little color comes to Keishinâs cheeks too.
âThat is none of your business,â he replies calmly. Oh, he didnât say no. What are you saying, of course he didnât indulge the poor boy. He just got a hot girlâs number two days ago, after all.
âWell, if she isnât, youâre very stupid, sir. Respectfully,â another boy with a shaved head speaks up with his hand also raised, standing next to the boy who spoke up first. He looks at you with such a fond look, you swear you could see hearts in his eyes. This doesnât help your flustered state at all.
âRespectfully, you can go run ten laps,â Keishin replies, an odd tone in his voice. When you tilt your head back to look up at him, heâs staring at the boy with a look you canât decipher. When the lanky boy doesnât move, Keishinâs eyes squint. âNow.â His tone seems to be enough for the boy to get a move on, his face showing his shock and fear. âAnyone else want to make a comment?â He pauses and no one else dares to speak. âGood. Letâs start then. Everyone off the court.â
He removes his hands from you and walks over to a boy with brown hair and a one on his jersey, taking the volleyball from him. So heâs the captain, got it. âLine up!â he shouts, the boys rushing about to get into a line by the outer lines of the court, other than the one who is still running laps. You follow after Keishin, giving the boys shy, nervous smiles when they make eye contact with you. You stand beside Keishin and take the volleyball from him when he passes it to you.
âAlright. All of you introduce yourselves. Say your name, year, and position.â
The boy he took the ball from steps up out of line first, sending you a sweet smile. âHi, itâs nice to meet you, Ms. (L/n). My name is Daichi Sawamura and Iâm a third year. Iâm the Captain, and I play as the wing spiker and opposite hitter,â he says politely before bowing and stepping back into line. His kindness makes you relax a bit, a more genuine smile coming to your face.
âHi, itâs nice to meet you, Daichi.â
Two more third years introduce themselves in a similar way before getting back into line. The boy who spoke up first when you walked in suddenly steps forward, his spine straight and his head held high. âHello, miss! My name is YĆ« Nishinoya! Iâm a second year! My position is the libero! You are very pretty!â he shouts before bowing very dramatically before stepping back into line. You notice that some of the other boys start snickering at the last part. You blush at the compliment, but your smile falters when you repeat his words in your head.
Libero.
âThank you, Noya,â you reply, remembering what Keishin always calls him. He gasps and lights up when you use his nicknames, his eyes twinkling as bright as stars, causing you to smile again.
Just then, the boy that was running laps stops and comes to stand right beside Noya, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tries to catch his breath. âHi. Iâm RyĆ«nosuke Tanaka. Second year. Wing spiker, outside hitter,â he pants out, making his words very choppy. Keishin rolls his eyes but you just giggle, giving him a wave. He perks up at this and stands much taller now. âI also think youâre very pretty!â Ah, so he must be the flirt of the group.
âThank you,â you say with a giggle.
Three more second years speak up before two boys move forward at the same time. âHey! What do you think youâre doing?â
âWhat am I doing? What are you doing, stupid!â
âIâm not the one being stupid, stupid!â
âOh yeah, real mature!â
Before the other could reply, Keishin is yelling at them to âcan it.â They zip it up and turn to face you again, rigid as soldiers. They couldnât look more different. One is short with fiery hair while the other is tall and has a resting bitch face. Their dynamic makes you smile. It reminds you of two youngins that didnât act too much differently than they did. You glance at Keishin just as one of them starts speaking.
âHello. My name is Tobio Kageyama. Iâm a first year and Iâm a setter.â Ah, so heâs the other setter in the group. That must be hard for one of them and from what you know, Kageyama is a force to be reckoned with on the court.
âHi! Itâs really nice to meet you, Ms. (L/n)! Iâm ShĆyĆ Hinata! Iâm a first year and Iâm a middle blocker! Oh! And a decoy!â Your brow approaches your hairline at this and turn to look at Keishin only to find him smirking with his arms crossed over his chest. He looks real proud and smug right now. Youâve heard of their combo attack but have yet to see it in person. Now youâre quite curious.
âItâs nice to meet you both,â you reply with a smile. Youâve heard so much about both of them and you canât wait to see them play today. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi go last, and you canât help but feel like Tsukishima is scrutinizing you. Hm, guess youâll have to prove yourself to him.
Once everyone is done, you step forward with your arm holding the volleyball on your hip in place. âThank you, everyone! It really is so nice to meet all of you! KeisâCoach Ukai talks so much about you, so itâs really great to put names to faces.â Keishin grumbles beside you when you mention that he talks about them a lot, but it was worth embarrassing him a bit when you see how the boys light up at this news.
âAs he said, my name is (L/n) (Y/n) and Iâm here to try and help you get even better at volleyball. I may not be as good as your coach, but Iâll do my best to help you.â You then bow to them, causing everyoneâs eyes to widen. âPlease let me know what I can do to do that,â you finish softly before standing up straight. You find them beaming at you and you hope more than ever that youâll be able to do right by them.
âRight! So, who wants to see what (Y/n)âs made out of?â Keishin asks mischievously, bopping the ball out from under your arm and bouncing it up into his hands. Some of the boys excitedly raise their hands in the air while some others nod enthusiastically.
âYou heard âem, (Y/n)! Onto the court you go!â he shouts as he walks over to one side of the net, a sigh coming from you as you watch him go. You shouldâve known heâd be up to no good when you lost that bet. You bite your lip as you pull your sweats down your legs to reveal athletic shorts underneath. If Keishin had a mini heart attack when you started stripping in front of the boys, thatâd be his business and his business only. He does, however, glare at the brats when he catches them eyeing up your newly revealed skin. God, high schoolers are such pervs. He may be doing the exact same thing, but at least heâs allowed to be doing it!
You then pull your hoodie over your head, and Keishin thanks the gods that youâre wearing a jersey instead of a crop top or tank top, or something equally as bad. He mightâve died right here if you had been. When you drop the clothes onto the chair he normally sits in and walk to the opposite side of the court, heâs able to get a good look at your top.
And if his heart flutters when he realizes that youâre wearing his old jersey, then thatâs his business and his business alone, okay? His last name is scribbled across the top of the back in big letters along with the number two beneath it. And if he turns to look at his boys with a smug smile, who is to judge him? He feels like he can take on the world right now.
âAlright. Iâll hit this to you and you can show us what you got,â he says with a smirk, getting ready to hit the ball as you get into position. You give him a nod and your eyes follow the ball as it soars into the air. You knew exactly what he was doing as soon as you saw the ballâs trajectory.
He purposely gave it a hard hit to make it go flying way off course, making you run to catch up to where the ball was going. You figured maybe you would just hit it and send it back to him, but something came over you. When you get close enough, you throw your body onto the ground and slide, your palm flat on the floor. Just as you reach the right spot, the ball hits the back of your hand and bounces back up into the air. With a swift motion, youâre springing back up onto your feet, catching the ball with a regular pass before it can hit the ground, but as the ball hits your forearms you make it go much higher than you normally would. You sprint over to the net and jump up high, slamming your hand down and spiking the ball onto Keishinâs side. He doesnât even have time to get it since he didnât think you would do all that. Heâs frozen in shock anyway, much like the rest of the boys. He hasnât seen you play volleyball in years, let alone pull a stunt like that in a while. Ever since you got hurt, you had never tried to do something like that again. Heâs seen you do much crazier things, especially the day you got your crippling injury, but this was still very impressive.
He grins at you as the boys cheer and clap, Noya running up to you and speaking a mile a minute about how awesome that was and how awesome you are. It felt good, to be honest. Being looked up to and impressing people like this.
âI didnât know you were a libero!â Noya shouts with glee.
âCoach, you didnât tell us that she was a goddess,â Tanaka says dramatically, still gaping at you. You laugh at this as you walk over to the chair and pick up Keishinâs water bottle, taking a swig from it.
âOh please, Iâm not a-â
âSorry, I thought it was obvious,â Keishin interrupts, making your eyes go to him. Instead of finding his usually teasing mannerisms, you find him with that look again, the one you canât quite figure out what it is.
âAlright! Letâs start with some receiving practice. Lord knows yâall need it!â Keishin announces before going to a closet and dragging out a table, pulling it right up to one side of the net.
â(Y/n), would you like to do the honors?â he asks in a gentlemanly tone as he dramatically bows while offering his hand. You snort and walk over to him, unsure of what exactly he wants you to do.
âDo I have a choice?â
âNope!â he replies all too happy as he helps you up onto the table. You disapprovingly grunt despite the fact that youâre smiling. He drags the cart of volleyballs over to you and then calls out to the boys to make a line. You then start spiking the ball down towardsâwell, not always towardsâthem, letting them practice their receives.
After weeks of practicing, you kind of just became the honorary coach for the team. Your month requirement had run out a long time ago and now youâre just here to make sure that these young boys get to accomplish their dreams.
Maybe you were acting selfishly by living precariously through them, but they didnât seem to mind you sticking around one bit.

When the Spring Tournament arrives, youâre almost as excited as the boys are. You all have been training like crazy for this day, and itâs also the first match where you get to officially announce yourself as a Karasuno coach.
You step off the bus last and heave a sigh of relief, looking around you with a sparkle in your eyes. Wow, this really brings you back to your school days. You focus back on your boys (Keishin has you calling them that now) when you hear yelling.
You find the boys talking to a few different other schools, a smile coming to your face when you see their smiles and light banter. You recognize most of them. FukurĆdani Academy, Nekoma High, Shinzen High, and Ubugawa High seem to be all the ones that you can see at the moment.
A kid that looks scarily similar to Tanaka, other than the blond mohawk heâs sporting, is staring at you with a jaw dropped while Tanaka laughs evilly next to him. Your brow heads for your hairline at the two before turning to check out the rest of the competition.
ThoughâŠyou find the familiar situation pretty much everywhere you look. Why is everyone staring at you?
You blush under all the eyes and quickly scurry over to Keishin, who is currently shaking hands with a man. âNice to see you again, Naoi,â Keishin greets with a too-sweet smile, his knuckles practically white with how hard heâs gripping the other manâs hand.
âAlways a pleasure, Ukai,â the man returns the greeting, his tone sugary sweet. You raise a brow at the two as you place a hand on Keishinâs back, watching him tense and turn that fake smile to you before seeing who it is. He relaxes and lets go of the manâs hand, giving you a genuine smile.
Before either of you can say anything though, the other coach is speaking. âOh? And whoâs this?â
âThis is-â Keishin starts before getting abruptly cut off.
âAh ah! Let the lady speak for herself, Ukai,â he chides before focusing his gaze back on you, giving you a smile. You giggle at their banter, offering your hand to him.
âMy name is (L/n) (Y/n). Iâm the new assistant coach for Karsuno,â you introduce.
â(L/n), hm?â he starts as he shakes your hand, âItâs very lovely to meet you. Iâm Manabu Naoi.â
âItâs nice to meet you too!â You two drop your hands and then start to head inside the building with the rest of the people from the other schools.
âSo, when did you become a coach?â he asks, starting a conversation.
âOh, not too long ago.â You two continue to talk as you all head towards the gymnasium, an unbelieving sigh escaping you once you get inside.
âWowâŠâ you mumble, hearing someone behind you let out a whistle at the size of the place.
âSay, how about after the first day is over, why donât we g-â
âShe canât.â
You turn to look at Keishin with wide eyes, surprise that he cut him off so quickly. Were you about to be asked out on a date?
âSorry, I donât think I was asking you,â the man says lightly, not seeming all that offended by it. Guess they get along pretty well underneath all the banter and competitiveness.
âI already know her answer,â Keishin replies with a cross of his arms, smiling at ââNaoi.
âYou do?â you ask with a raise of your brow towards the fake blond. His eyes flash over to you, his confidence wavering a bit under your gaze.
âYeah. I do,â he says, turning to face you now. If you were anyone else, you probably wouldâve been intimidated by his gaze, his crossed arms, and piercings, but youâre not just anyone.
Youâre his best friend. And you know for a fact, that after all these years, Keishin is a bit of a softie when it comes to you.
âOh? And howâs that?â you ask as you cross your own arms and stare up at him challengingly.
He hesitates for a moment, seeming to look for something in your eyes. After he seems to find it, he steps closer to you, getting right into your personal space.
âBecause youâre going to be busy with me after this.â
And, god, the way he says that makes your legs turn to jello. Do you look as flustered as you feel? You sure hope not.
You can tell by his winning smile that you know that you do though. Ugh, you swear you hate him.
âReally? I donât recall ever saying that, Kei,â you reply, smile even sweeter than sugar, repeating what they had done earlier.
âWell, how about we bet on it then, doll?â Curse him. Curses!
âFine. What are the stakes?â
âYou have to go on a date with me if we win todayâs match,â he states, leaning down to bring his face closer to yours. Easy peasy, lem-
Wait. Did he just sayâŠa date?
Oh god, oh god, oh go-
âFine,â you reply too shakily for your liking. Get it together! âYou have to buy the whole team dinner if we lose then,â you challenge. You would never hope for your boys to lose and you could scream from the rooftops right now about the fact that the love of your life just asked you out on a date.
A date!
âHa! As if weâd lose!â he laughs, offering his hand to you and poking the tips of his fingers right between your collarbones.
You snatch up his hand and start shaking it with a smile that would put the Joker to shame. âLetâs hope not.â
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