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Haikyuu!! ~Is that my jersey?~

Manga/anime: Haikyuu!!

Warnings: spoilers from chapter 328 to chapter 337 in Akaashi's part and of Oikawa and Kenma's future

(Y/N): your name

Kageyama is coming back from training in pieces, dragging his feet as he walks, his eyes struggling to stay open and the shoulder on which he rests his bag getting heavier with each step, and still scolding Hinata in his mind for forcing him to toss for him until nine in the evening.

As soon as he enters his house, ready to receive a good scolding from his parents, the boy remembers a small detail: his girlfriend (Y/N). Due to the imminent arrival of exams, and since he isn't particularly good at studying, they had arranged to meet in his room to prepare together for them. It's a shame their meeting's time has already been exceeded a long time ago.

Ignoring his furious parents, Kageyama rushes into his room, and he would fall to the floor like his bag, which he dropped as soon as he entered the house, if he didn't hold on to the door frame, because what he sees almost causes him to collapse to the ground: his girlfriend is lying on his bed, hugging his pillow and wearing his team jersey, while dozing.

The boy's face becomes the equivalent of a tomato and his body begins to tremble slightly, while he can't stop looking at the number nine on the girl's chest, which rises and falls regularly.

Walking quickly, Kageyama approaches (Y/N), fearing she's an illusion and she might disappear; he then stops to take the pillow from her arms and replace it with himself, never taking his eyes off her. His mind is in total confusion and, if Hinata saw him in that state, he would probably make fun of him, because he's red, sweaty, shaking and agitated.

The final blow comes when the girl holds him close and rests her head on his chest, rubbing against it like a cat, and the boy almost forgets how to breathe, paralyzing himself like a wooden board. His mind is about to short circuit and only three concepts repeat in it: (Y/N), my jersey and pretty.

It goes without saying, but he won't sleep at all that night: all he'll have on his mind will be how extremely adorable (Y/N) looks in his jersey.

It isn't even eight in the morning and (Y/N)'s day is already horrible: not only she woke up late because her alarm didn't go off and missed the bus she always takes with her boyfriend Sugawara, but she also spilled her juice on her school uniform, which is now all sticky.

For these reasons, the girl is in the locker room of the volleyball team: her boyfriend, who had been waiting for her in front of the school and found her in that state, has proposed to lend her his team jersey while he goes to look for Kiyoko to ask her if she has an extra uniform, so that (Y/N) doesn't remain wet and sticky.

"(Y/N) -After about ten minutes, the boy comes back into the room holding a clean uniform- Shimizu didn't have a uniform, but Yachi did. I hope it fits yo-"

He can't even finish the sentence, and he freezes: I'm seeing an angel, he thinks. That angel is a very embarrassed (Y/N), who tries to pull down her boyfriend's jersey, which reaches just below her thighs, as much as possible.

Sugawara's face turns all red and his eyes can't leave her, while he swallows the saliva which has accumulated in his mouth.

"Are you okay, Koushi?" The girl's words seem to awaken the boy from the trance he was in, so much so he almost drops Yachi's clothes.

"Y-yeah… yeah… You're just… so pretty…" The more he talks, the softer his voice becomes, until it's just a whisper, and his blush pushes Sugawara to cover his face with his hand.

"Awwwww, thanks, Koushi!" (Y/N) runs to hug him, burying her face in his chest, while he does the same but in her neck, trying not to think anymore about his girlfriend's body dressed only in his jersey against his.

After a grueling afternoon of training with his team, Oikawa can finally go home to his girlfriend (Y/N).

"Tadaima (I'm home)!" He exclaims, entering the house, happy and ready for a cuddle session with his girlfriend.

"Okaeri (Welcome back)." The man hears her voice from the kitchen, and so he goes to her.

"Awwwww, did you miss me that much, cutie?" Oikawa coos at the beauty of (Y/N), whose back is turned while she's cooking, and who is wearing his old jersey of Aoba Johsai.

In fact, while sorting out their old things that day, the woman found her boyfriend's jersey neatly folded along with the other high school items, so she decided to wear it to surprise him, and then she went to cook.

"How am I?" (Y/N) does a pirouette, showing her face to Oikawa, who doesn't even answer: he only takes a photo of her.

"Tooru! Did you just take a picture of me?!"

"You're too cute like this. I'm sending it to Iwa-chan!"

"Noooo!" The woman tries to take the phone from the man, but she finds herself with her head against his chest and then picked up and thrown on their sofa hugging him.

"Tooru, let me go!" Oikawa refuses, holding (Y/N) tighter to him.

"No! I worked so hard today, and then I found you dressed like this, so I deserve my cuddles -His voice then becomes lower- and next time, if you don't want an even greater reaction, let me know you'll wear my jersey again." Indeed, the man didn't show it much, but he internally screamed as soon as he saw the woman dressed like that, and he really wanted to be welcomed by her like that every day of his life.

In fact, while holding his girlfriend, Oikawa thinks only about one thing: perhaps it's time to contact the jewelry; Oikawa (Y/N) doesn't sound that bad…

3.00am.

(Y/N) was alone in her and her boyfriend Kenma's bed. He was in his studio finishing a live, despite her numerous requests to sleep with her.

Time passes and passes, but the woman still can't fall asleep, both because she misses her boyfriend and because she sees too much light in the corridor due to his computer being turned on, so she decides to go to call him again.

"Kenma, can you come to bed with me? It's late and I can't sleep..."

"I'm almost done, I just have to get through a few levels and then defeat the final boss. You can come here near me, I'm not on video."

The woman approaches the man and sits next to him, resting her head on his shoulder and snuggling into his side, but without preventing him from being able to move.

After a few minutes, Kenma stops the game to look at her softly, but his gaze soon turns to total amazement: his eyes widen slightly, his body paralyzes for a few seconds and his heart seems to jump out of his chest because of how hard it's beating.

"Sorry guys, but it's time to end the live. I'll resume the game tomorrow."

(Y/N), who had been dozing off on his shoulder, immediately wakes up at those words, letting out a small scream when he picks her up like a bride and carries her to the bedroom.

Meanwhile, the man had only one image in his mind: his beautiful girlfriend dressed in his old team jersey, which is loose and allows him to see one of her shoulders, and cute socks with kittens, all sleepy while she pushes her face against the his chest.

"Kenma!" The woman exclaims, after Kenma drops her on their bed and then positions himself astride her, supporting himself on his arms to prevent all his weight from falling on her.

"You look cute… in my jersey…" He murmurs, looking away from her.

Fukurodani is losing the first set against Mujinazaka and Akaashi is on the bench, after losing his composure.

Meanwhile, his girlfriend was in the stands supporting him but, worried about him, she has headed to where he was. Quickly descending, she approaches him and finds him sitting with his head in his hands looking desperate.

"Keiji…" The boy looks up at his girlfriend, and he swears he almost faints: his girlfriend should be arrested for the crime of being too cute, since she's wearing his spare team jersey. The fabric runs down to her knees, covered by a black legging, and the number five is located just below her heart.

"W-what -Akaashi needs to take a few seconds to clear his throat- what are you wearing?"

"Your shirt… I put it on to support you… Bokuto-san said you would like it."

"Sorry… You came all this way, and we're losing because of me."

"Don't apologise. Keiji -(Y/N) murmurs, approaching him- I came because I wanted to give you all my support and I wore your jersey because, if someone had asked me who was my favorite player, I would have pointed to it and said you're my number one. So you don't need to worry, okay? Go and win!"

With that, the girl smiles sweetly, and a light dusting of red spreads across the boy's cheeks: she's too cute.

Screams mixed with happiness and disappointment spread throughout the gym, and Akaashi realizes what happened: Fukurodani lost the first set.

"Akaashi, do you feel up to it now?" The coach asks him, and he nods.

However, before taking the field, he mutters, without letting (Y/N) see his red face: "If we win, will you wear my jersey again?"

"Yes!"

He'll definitely have to thank Bokuto after their victory.

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SUMMARY →  as of recently your boyfriend keeps ditching you for volleyball and you were happy he loved it so much, but at some point sugawara needs to make a decision between training with his team for up-coming nationals or study with his girlfriend for their exams.

PAIRING → sugawara kōshi x fem!reader

GENRE → hurt/comfort ( happy ending )

WARNING → mentions of neglaction, cursing

WORD COUNT → 1 k

MASTERLIST → if you want to read other works of mine

A/N → i love sugawara so much! it hurts my heart!

CHECKING YOUR PHONE FOR the umpteenth time, you sigh deeply. Packing your worksheets, you glance out the window, seeing the darkening skies as the lanterns turn on. It is fair to say he won’t show up anymore.

Tacking your phone out, you shoot him a text. Promising yourself if he doesn’t show up in the next five minutes, you would actually leave… Not like you have been waiting for two hours already.

Checking your phone over, and over, and over again. Until the five-minute mark turned into thirty; and you officially gave up and packed your bag.

Not even hearing the bell of the small cafe ring loudly as the grey-haired boy rushes in. Seeing the girl seated, “I am so sorry. Training ran longer and my phone died. But I’m here.” Sugawara rushes out, heavily breathing taking a seat at your table.

“Daichi—” continuing on about volleyball, his practice and what shenanigans the first years pulled him into, you lay the flashcards in front of him, “I made you flashcards.” you say, standing up, you take your bag.

As he was settling down, “Wait, I just got here.” he says holding onto your hand, “I have to go home, it’s almost six-thirty.” you say, stating the obvious. Water is wet, you need oxygen to breathe, you need to leave at six-thirty to be home at curfew.

“I will walk you.”

Pushing his hand away, a flash of hurt crosses his face. Not being able to handle the look you turn your head away, “I would rather be alone right now.” you mumble, leaving him at the cafe.

As the days continued you ignored his texts. Reading them but never replying. Maybe it was a little childish but what else were you supposed to do to make sure he knew texts weren’t the way to make up for leaving you waiting for over two hours. 

It’s not like, it was the first time… and it most likely will not be the last time. Sighing, you glance around the hall of your school; you were going to miss this place when you graduate.

“Y/N.”

Glancing up at the sound of your name, your eyes widen at the sudden appearance of your grey-haired boyfriend. Swiftly turning around you are just lucky you aren’t in the same class anymore. That makes it a lot easier to avoid him. Well, that is until now.

“Stop running away.” 

“I’m not running. It’s speed walking!”

“At least you are talking to me!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

A sudden memory hit you like a ton of bricks. Running these same halls only a year prior; giggling you keep moving a little bit faster to stay out of his grip, “Stop running away.”

“I’m not running. It’s speed walking!”

Feeling hands on your hips, you are turned around. Face the beautiful face of your boyfriend in the process, “I got you, speed walker.” a smile on his face, as he tells me so.

Making you grin like a fucking idiot. He always could, leaning in closer you place a kiss on his nose, “My saviour.” you say dramatically, placing the back of your hand to your forehead.

“I will always save you.”

Shaking your head, you slow your step. Turning to him, “I’m going to the cafe today.” you tell him.

Making him blink slowly at you actually talking to him. As he slowly progresses the information, “I- I have practice.” he says after a moment.

“I know,” shifting your eyes from him to your books, “but sometimes you have to make decisions, Sugawara.” No nickname, no first name. Just blankly saying his last name.

“I—”

The bell rings cutting him off and successfully prolonging his answer for you, “I have class.” you say softly, not really knowing what else to say. Quickly glancing away at the frown on his face, not being able to bear it.

“I can walk you.”

“Don’t.”

The day dragged on longer then it usually it did. Maybe it is just that you couldn’t get his frown out of your mind. At the end of your day, you get to the small cafe.

Honestly, you should get a name plack on your table with how frequently you are here. Sighing you take out your homework. Order a cup of tea to calm down your nerves. Not that there really are doubts. There are decisions to be made, and he won’t make it. Even if you wish he did.

Rubbing your face, you puff your cheeks out. Taking a new sip, you focus yourself back onto your homework, letting the low vibe beats do their thing; ‘the last stretch, just a little bit before graduation.’ you remind yourself.

A plate with a cinnamon bun slide on your table. Making your brows furrow, pulling out an earplug you already start denying your order; “I didn’t order—” the next words get caught in your throat at the sight of your boyfriend.

“Suga? I thought you had practice.”

Shrugging his jacket off he takes the seat next to you. Following his movements with your eyes as he takes the flashcards out, pushing the cinnamon bun closer to you.

“I made a decision. I know this doesn’t fix me flaking on you. But it is a step, right?” 

The hopeful look in his eyes makes you nod. As you can’t help the small smile tuck up your lips, “Yeah.”

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