Issei Matsukawa X Florist!Reader Red Chrysanthemums

Issei Matsukawa x florist!Reader “Red Chrysanthemums”

“Are you almost done with the preparation of the funeral of Mr. Hashibura Matsukawa?” The owner of ‘House of Shinigami’ walks into the preparation room to find his young employee, Issei Matsukawa.

The ravenette looks up from the body preparation at his boss, gloves and a medical mask covering his face.

Matsukawa pulls the gloves off his hands, throwing them in the trash.

Pulling his mask down, he answers.

“Yeah, just have to finish up here. I’ll be done in an hour or so.”

The older man nods, telling him to lock up the place after he is done.

Right as he is about to close the door, he remembers something.

“Oh before I forget, our new florist will come in about 20 minutes. It’s for the flower arrangement that the family wishes to have.” He explains and closes the door.

Matsukawa sighs and tries to be done with most preperations before the florist arrives.

All of sudden, he hears a soft feminine voice call out in the lobby, making him stop his actions and walking out of the preparation room.

The ravenette widens his eyes a bit at your appearance. You’re drop-dead gorgeous and the way you’re standing with the notepad like a shy new student in class just adds to your charm.

„Hello. My name is (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N). I am the owner of ‚Garden of Eden‘ a few blocks down. I am guessing you’re the employee your boss has mentioned?“

Nodding at your statement, he introduces himself.

„Name‘s Matsukawa Issei, you can call me Issei if you want to.“

Blushing a bit by already letting you call him by his first name is doing weird things to your body.

I mean, his tall stature and his raven locks give off an intimidating vibe but the way his dark eyes shine with kindness, makes you forget his dark aura.

„So let’s go over the flower arrangements together.“

Matsukawa brings a notepad as well from one of the drawers from the front desk.

„So. The family wishes for pink carnations, Forget-Me-Nots and Cyclamen.“

Matsukawa nods, writing everything down.

„Any reason for these type of flowers?“

You look at him as if he were stupid.

„Have you never given any thought to any flower arrangements of families for funeral plannings?“

The former Middle Blocker shrugs his shoulders in embarrassment and you give out a sigh before explaining it to him.

„So. Uhm. Pink carnations stand for ‚I‘ll never forget you‘. Forget-Me-Nots, the name of the flower already explains the meaning in its name. And Cyclamen stand for resignation and good-bye.“

Matsukawa needless to say, is impressed by your knowledge about the flowers.

He has to admit, he never cared enough for the meaning of flowers at funerals, it’s just an addition to give a little light to something dark. Sure, he knows that red roses mean love and affection for someone else but that’s about it. And that’s all he honestly needs to know. But that was before he met you.

The curly-haired ravenette keeps asking you about the meaning of flowers, listening intensely to every word you say. He asks about your shop, a little bit about about your personal life and he finds out that you’re the granddaughter of the previous floral shop owner.

Kindness and compassion shine in your eyes whenever you would mention more facts about certain flowers, almost making him swoon by your fascination.

But all things have to come to an end, Matsukawa having to finish his preparation on the body and you getting back home after giving the ravenette your business card which includes the number of your shop and also your personal number.

You sly minx.

A year later, you’re opening up your shop later than usual, having a romantic late date last night with Issei. As you are about to unlock your door, you notice a packaged bouquet in front of the door.

Curiously, you bend down to pick it up and you see your name on it with a tag that says it’s from Issei.

When you open the bouquet, you immediately feel a heat spread across your face, a warm smile stretches over your cheeks when you recognize the flowers.

Red Chrysanthemums.

(Psst! Red Chrysanthemums = I love you)

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DAY 5: GLUTTONY: OSAMU MIYA

You and your husband have been overdue for a much needed vacation, which is why he put his manager in charge of his shop to take you to Okinawa. He booked a beach house for about 10 days and you could not be more excited to spend some much needed alone time with him.

After an exciting day at the beach and a delightful dinner together, you feel Osamu’s bare strong back as he fills you over and over again with his cum.

You don’t know how many rounds it’s been but the both of you keep wanting more. Thankfully as a supernatural being, he has an incredible amount of energy to spare.

Hiding his face in your neck, he switches between heavy pants and groans, his thrusts still as hard and powerful as they were over an hour ago.

"Say Samu…?" You manage to breathe out.

Humming in question, the ravenette pauses his thrusts and when he looks into your eyes, it seems like his now changed violet eyes stare right into your soul.

"What do you say about a little snack break? Aren’t you starting to run out of energy?"

He smirks at your request, propping himself up on his arms, still staying inside of you.

"Does the lady have any wishes?"

You purse your lips and think for a few moments, saying the first dessert that comes into your mind.

"Hmmm… banana cream pie?" You give him your best puppy eyes.

"As you wish." He grins and holds out his hand.

All of sudden, a whole damn banana cream pie is resting in his left hand, gently setting it down into the side before dipping his finger in the whipped cream, spreading it over your naked chest.

"H-Hey I was gonna eat that!" You pout.

Licking the whipped cream off of your chest, he gently sucks your boobs, biting and licking them.

Even though Osamu can’t get enough of food, his hunger for your body is insane. He can’t get enough of you.

His hands produce more whipped cream, as he spreads it across your stomach and more on your chest.

Leaning back into the pillow, you let the demon of gluttony devour you whole, his insatiable hunger for you never going down.

Coming over to his work to bring him something he forgot at home.

„You forgot this!“ You give him your brightest smile but since you have to be at work as well, you leave as quickly as you came to his work place.

His coworkers/teammates all stare with big eyes after your retreating figure, wondering how their coworker/teammate was able to know such a beautiful person as yourself.

„Omg they are so beautiful. Are they going to work with us soon?? How do you know them?!“ Questions like those are being thrown around.

Your significant other just gives them a smirk and proudly says:

„That‘s my significant other. Keyword is mine.“

- TŌRU OIKAWA, ATSUMU MIYA,Tetsurō Kuroo, Kōtarō Bokuto, HAJIME IWAIZUMI, Kenji Futakuchi, Motoya Komori, Osamu Miya, GAO HAKUBA, Kōrai Hoshiumi, SHŪGO MEIAN, FUKURŌ HIRUGAMI, Nicollas Romero

''All I Want Is You'' - Hajime Iwaizumi x Reader

A/N: During a hot summer day, this idea came to me while I almost suffered a heat stroke at the public pool.

Warnings: cursing

It is boiling hot in Miyagi, no doubt the middle of July not doing any favor to the volleyball team of Aoba Johsai. Training has been canceled due to the extreme heat and the teenagers are extremely bored, not a clue on what to do to kill some time.

Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Iwaizumi and some other members are sitting in the shade of a tree, trying to protect themselves from direct sunlight. The only person that is missing is currently their Captain, Oikawa.

„Ugh, it’s so hoooot.’’ Hanamaki groans in annoyance.

„What made you think that?’’ Matsukawa snorts as he fans himself with his English textbook.

Most of them have taken off parts of their uniform, only leaving them in their dress shirts and a lot of them have loosened ties.

Iwaizumi has his sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, wondering where his best friend is lounging around.

All of sudden, their misery was interrupted when Oikawa came jogging to them with a large grin on his face that screams trouble.

Standing in front of his teammates, he looks at them with excitement.

„Fellas, I know now what we can do to cool off!’’ The brunette proudly announces.

The team looks at him in annoyance but still waits for him to go on.

„A little birdie told me that the swim team is currently away in Tokyo for competition week, so that means the pool is unoccupied.’’

Iwaizumi looks incredibly skeptical and frowns at his best friend.

„Did someone shit in your brain? It’s off limits for non-club members, if someone catches us, we’ll probably get suspended.’’ The brunette warns him.

„Actually, I am in, even if it means I just get to dip my legs in the water for 10 minutes.’’ Hanamaki agrees with Oikawa.

The Ace is even more shocked now.

Hanamaki, Matsukawa, Yahaba and Watari all get up, ready to follow Oikawa to the pool.

Iwaizumi remains seated, not wanting to get in trouble with his teammates.

„Come on, Iwa-chan, live a little and come with us.’’ Oikawa tries to persuade him to come with them.

„No thank you.’’ He declines and makes his way to the school building.

„Just for fifteen minutes at least, come on Iwaizumi. Just 15 minutes and then we will leave.’’ Yahaba tries.

Iwaizumi ponders for a few moments, actually reconsidering his decision.

After a few seconds, he sighs and turns to the direction of his team.

„Fine. Just fifteen minutes and then we will leave. If someone catches us, I am going to hunt every single one of you down and choke you in your sleep.’’

Oikawa cheers, not being intimidated by his threat.

„Don’t worry Iwa-chan, I promise no one will be there. After all, the swim team is gone for the week, no one will be there.’’ Oikawa promises him.

Still, Iwaizumi can’t help but think this is a bad idea.

When they reach the gate of the pool, they look around, double checking no one is there and tries to open the door, only to find out it’s locked.

„God damnit!’’ Hanamaki curses.

„Well, it looks like the universe is trying to tell us something. I am going back.’’ The dark-haired brunette with the spiky hair bluntly states, beginning to turn around and walk back when Yahaba grabs a hold of him.

„Not so fast.’’

When the Wing Spiker turns around again to see Watari beginning to pick at the lock with some instruments he has grabbed from his bag, he widens his eyes at his classmate’s ability to pick locks, watching him as he highly focuses on getting the lock to open up.

After hearing a loud ‘click’ the gate unlocks and Watari proudly steps aside to push the door open with a smirk.

„Where… where did you learn how to do that?’’ Matsukawa asks in a mix between shock and awe.

„I was bored one night and couldn’t sleep, so I watched a YouTube tutorial on how to pick different kinds of locks.’’

Almost like wild dogs, everyone except Iwaizumi begins to run to the pool, taking off their dress shirts and pants to jump into the water.

Multiple people doing jumps cause a big splash of water to land on Iwaizumi and his uniform, almost drenching him to his underwear.

Closing his eyes to try and calm down, he reopens his eyes to watch a bunch of 18 year olds turn into five-year olds.

„Hajime, the water feels amazing! Come and join us.’’ Yahaba floats in the water like a log, looking like he is in bliss.

Sighing in defeat, Iwaizumi rolls up his uniform pants and sits on the edge of the pool to dip his legs in the pool water.

As soon as the cold water consumes up to his knees, he can feel the refreshing cold relaxing his muscles and the Wing Spiker leans his arms behind his back and feels himself relax.

The feeling is indescribable. He can feel his whole body cool off, the heat of the sun now barely noticeable.

It seems like time barely passed because Watari looks at his phone for the time and tells the group it’s already been fifteen minutes.

The boys all look at each other and it’s like they share the same thought of agreeing to stay longer.

„Let’s play Chicken Fight! Maki get on Matsun’s shoulders, Iwa-chan come on mine!’’ The Setter suggests with a gleam in his eyes.

„Chicken wars? What are you? 12?’’ Yahaba laughs.

„I am not getting on your shoulders Crappykawa, first, I don’t trust you, second, I played this last time I was 8 years old.’’ Iwaizumi declines.

Oikawa pouts at his best friend’s answer, turning to Yahaba again.

„Shigeru come on, don’t be a sissy.’’

Yahaba’s eye twitches in annoyance, nonetheless, he accepts the challenge.

„You’re on, captain.’’

Iwaizumi watches his friends with a small smile, happy that they can enjoy their time together before they graduate next year in spring and part their ways to different life paths. Some might stay in Japan, others like Iwaizumi are planning on traveling to the United States for becoming an athletic trainer.

„What the hell do you think you guys are doing?’’ A stern voice interrupts the fun of the rowdy teens.

All freeze, slowly turning around to the voice that cut in on their fun.

It is a girl, around their age, wearing the Aoba Johsai uniform, but she is missing her blazer.

The boys can’t help but gawk in amazement at the beauty queen standing in the sun, glaring at them while tapping her foot in annoyance.

„I locked that gate for a reason, you know. This pool is the property of the Aoba Johsai swim team only. Not for the volleyball team to cool off in or anyone else.’’

Oikawa finds his voice first.

„Well you see cutie-’’ You immediately interrupt him, your gaze gaining more stern.

„Don’t. Call me that.’’

„I give you all 30 seconds to get out of there before I kick your asses out of here myself.’’

As soon as you say those words, the rest of the team scrambles out of the water so fast that you don’t have to say it a second time thankfully.

You watch as they quickly get dressed again, not being fazed by their muscular bodies that glisten in the sunlight from the water.

Running past you, they quickly apologize, just leaving you and Iwaizumi now.

As Iwaizumi is about to walk past you, you say something that makes him stop next to you.

„Out of the bunch of you, I thought you‘d be the most rational person in this group and I admired you for that. Guess I was wrong.“

Taking a deep breath, Iwaizumi continues to walk his path, feeling guilty for breaking the gate open and probably causing you trouble.

He doesn’t see any of his team members, they probably scrambled away like startled cats.

Making his way home, the Wing Spiker can’t help but keep thinking about the words you said to him.

For some reason, he can’t help but think you look familiar. He has seen that beautiful face once or twice but he can’t figure out where.

You never told them your name but you were wearing the school uniform.

As Iwaizumi lays in bed that night, he makes it his priority to find you tomorrow and apologize properly to you, even if it means apologizing for his team as well.

The next morning, Iwaizumi gets to school earlier than usual, waiting by the closed gates in front of the school.

Extremely tired, he leans against the gate, waiting for students to show up. It’s barely light outside, the sun just showing its first rays of the day.

The sky does look beautiful though with just a hint of orange and red showing up on the horizon beneath the woods.

About thirty minutes later, more and more students show up but Iwaizumi doesn't spot you among them.

Finally giving up and not wanting to be late to morning practice, the dark brunette walks to the gym.

During three-on-three matches, the Wing Spiker can barely focus, messing up receives, slamming the volleyball into the net more times than he can count.

“What’s up with you today? It looks like you’re playing volleyball for the first time.” Kindaichi says to the Ace.

“I don’t know, something keeps bothering me but I can’t pinpoint it exactly.”

Having listened to their conversation, Hanamaki makes his appearance, swiping his sweat off his face with a towel.

“Sounds to me like you’re feeling guilty Hajime. Is this about the girl from yesterday?”

“Girl? What girl?” Kindaichi frowns in confusion.

“We broke into the swim club’s pool yesterday for cooling off and the manager that stayed behind caught and scolded us.” Matsukawa laughs.

Iwaizumi stays quiet, pondering if he should try again to look for you and apologize on his and his team’s behalf.

All of sudden, he feels a heavy arm wrap around his neck, startling him.

“Awwww Iwa-chan is in looooooove.” Oikawa taunts him.

Elbowing the Caption in the stomach, the Setter groans in pain, immediately letting go of him.

After morning practice is over, the third-years make their way to the classes, talking among themselves and laughing together.

Iwaizumi is walking next to Yahaba in the back, about to enter the classroom, when he sees a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye that halts his steps.

It was you.

You are putting a paper up against the poster board in the hallway, having a neutral look on your face as you put pins in the corner of the paper.

“Hajime, you coming? Maths is about to start.” Yahaba interrupts.

“Yeah… I… uh… I will be right in.” Iwaizumi says distractedly, making his way over you.

Yahaba shrugs, making his way to his seat.

The heart of the Wing Spiker begins to beat rapidly, he can feel his hands starting to sweat, his stomach doing somersaults, the closer he gets to you.

Last night, he practiced what he wanted to say to you, so this should be no problem.

Until it is.

As soon as he is close enough, his throat gets dry and his mind is blank.

What did he want to do again?

Fuck.

Sensing that Iwaizumi is standing there, not getting a word out with a face so red, you’d think his head is about to pop off.

Raising your eyebrow in confusion, you wait for him to say something but he stutters incomprehensible words out of his mouth, not being able to form proper sentences.

“You okay? You having a stroke?” You ask.

Iwaizumi has to calm down, before he actually gets one from all the stress his body is going through at this moment.

Clearing his throat, he finally finds his words.

“Listen. I am sorry about me and my team’s behavior yesterday. It was wrong of us to break into the pool, I hope you didn’t get into trouble.”

You stare at him for a few seconds, looking deep into his eyes, thinking if he actually means his apology or not.

His dark green eyes show certainty though, regret reflects among it.

“Alright. I forgive you. Thank you for having the courage and maturity to apologize personally to me. And I am sorry too. For indirectly calling you immature.”

Iwaizumi smiles at your apology and you can feel your heart skip a beat.

That smile really suits him, better than the frown he usually carries on his handsome face.

“May I ask for your name?” Iwaizumi rubs his hand against his neck. A small blush spread across his cheeks.

Giggling at his nervousness, you introduce yourself.

“My name is (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N). Class 3-C.”

In return, Iwaizumi introduces himself as well.

“Iwaizumi Hajime, pleasure to meet you (Y/N).”

Oikawa watches the scene behind the door frame, happy that his best friend managed to find you and has the courage to talk to you.

Nonetheless, he has to have fun poking the bear with a stick every now and then.

‘’You know (Y/N)-chan, Iwa-chan here has a weak spot for cute, nerdy girls that work for the swim team and would LOVE to have your number.’’

‘’SHITTYKAWA!’’

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A/N: I am gonna do something a little bit different this week, I recently watched a new show on YouTube called 'Helluva Boss’ and the newest episode they released had one of the seven sins characterized. Sooooo….

I am gonna post something every day for the next seven days for one of the Haikyuu!! characters to represent each of the seven sins.

Day 1: PRIDE: Wakatoshi Ushijima

It‘s his strong arrogant pride that made you draw to him in the first place. His confidence on the court is overpowering and his intense eyes find yours in the crowd at a Schweiden Adlers game. His gaze is burning into you, you see him give you a slight nod. Feeling your face flush, your focus is on him and his strong figure the entire game. After the game is over, you wait in line to get a signature on your jersey. With timid steps, you get up to the table, looking straight into his olive green eyes that have a hint of a golden shine to it.

"G-Good Game, you were amazing out there."

"Thank you.“ His deep-rich voice is giving you chills but in a very good way.

Signing your jersey, he hands it back to you, quietly telling you to look at it when you are alone.

Once you are in your car, you see a little side note under his signed name and a phone number.

"Come to my next game, you will be in for a surprise. You will see I am not only good in volleyball.“

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The Replier #7

- Atsumu Miya, SHŌYŌ HINATA, Tobio Kageyama, KŌTARŌ BOKUTO, Kenji Futakuchi, LEV HAIBA, Takahiro Hanamaki, YŪTARŌ KINDAICHI, Kōrai Hoshiumi