I badly wanna write some good fic but univ is keeping me from doing it :(( I also have A LOT of prompts in my head and some are stuck in my drafts (w/c remained unfinished).

“I’m gonna do it” you eyed your friends with such determination, your phone in your hand, however, your friends are giving you a very disappointed look, some of them with terrified expression.

“Look, just do it, if it’s some 50-year-old murderer, then you’re on your own” Kenma massaged his temples, disappointed. He’s been trying to stop you from doing what you are about to do, but you are such a tenacious brat. “Let’s go, Kuroo” he pulled the black-haired captain.

Yaku on the other side is pushing you to do it, “Yes Yaku, I will definitely do it!” you squealed and pressed the send button.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Your love got me feeling so crazy right now ;)

“Oh my God, Kenma, Kuroo! She really did it!” Taketora exclaimed, drawing attention from the faux blond and the emo boy. Kenma let out a sigh, Kuroo pulled his hair in frustration. You really are a pain in the ass. Everyone blamed Yaku because he fueled you on doing so this ‘dangerous’ thing according to some of your friends.

One and all in the clubroom was quarreling, well not until your phone shut them up. Hearing your handphone dinged caught their attention and stopped them from their argument that is undeniably caused by none other than, Y/N. A troublemaker is what Kuroo defines you.

Everybody gathered behind you, curiosity-filled eyes gaze upon your phone anticipating the response from the stranger you just texted. “Ooh open it already!” Yaku is by now very excited that he almost took your phone from your hand, but because of your feline like instincts you swiftly whipped your arms away from him and give him a sharp glare.

You opened the unread message from the stranger who might be a 50-year-old pedophile. Everyone laughed when the messaged was revealed, you on the other hand, was far from being amused. The sender just roasted you. The emotionless Kenma laughed too, the silent Fukunaga is currently on the floor, holding onto his dear life and gasping for air.

You walked out of the clubroom with annoyance. You are not looking for someone with bad blood relationship. You just want something like internet friends. Something like a pen pal, so you opt to text some random number in hoping to get what you want. Friends outside the Nekoma team.

You left the sender on read unintentionally, realizing it when he texted you again. They apologized for what they have said earlier, saying that he is now a nice person compare to the person he was not too long ago. It made your heart float. Aww how cute.

And that is how your friendship with the captain started. On the other hand, the brunette’s been flirting with you for the past two years of your friendship. You are now a college freshman; he is a sophomore and still trying to get to you despite the enormous distance between the two of you. Tokyo and Miyagi are quite far.

Your naïve self is what keeping you from realizing he’s making his move to you and for Oikawa, it is really frustrating as fuck. You are more naïve than the Shiratorizawa captain.

“Eh? Really?” You squealed over the phone when he told you the news that he is going to Tokyo tomorrow. On the other side of the phone, Oikawa cannot contain his smile. Hearing you get excited over him, god you make his heart skip a beat.

He nodded as if you can see him right now, “yes darling, ugh the things I do for you, you have to marry me” he half-jokingly said, earning a laugh from you. You are being naïve again. When will you realize?

The call ended yet his heart is still beating fast, his mind is clouded with the thought of you. That night he couldn’t fall asleep, thinking what he would do tomorrow and for the following day to make you realize that he wants you to be his.

This is not your first-time meeting Oikawa, just like him you couldn’t fall asleep. Too excited to see him. Too excited to hug him. Too excited to touch him. Too excited to kiss him– wait, what? You shook your head to the thought and silently laugh it out. Why did I ever think of kissing him? Weird.

Waking up to the ray of sun hitting your face, you joyfully danced to the music you are humming while readying yourself. Oikawa is on the way to Tokyo and you can’t help yourself but to feel beyond happy and excited. You are too jolly that everyone in your household is weirded out by you.

You are just so happy that you even greet your dog’s food tray and the car on your garage.

Let’s meet at the nearest WcDonald’s.

Tooru’s voice is echoing on your mind and when you got there, you saw him he’s already there. Handsome as ever.

“Hey, my love! Looking good,” he called out, offering his hand but you swat it “fuck off, Tooru. Don’t act like we’re together” you laughed, failing to see his pained reaction.

This unplanned meet up went on smoothly. You went to the arcade, to a karaoke hub, to the ocean park, and to every place you can think of. Both of you are currently lining up to a cinema, he’s been staring at you for a while now. Admiring the beauty of the girl he is with. The girl who fails to notice his love for her.

You turned to him; his eyes widened. You asked if there is something wrong and said it was nothing, but for you there is. It worries you because Oikawa seemed to act weird today and you cannot easily shrug it off, so you decided to tell him later when the movie ends.

Did she finally realize? Oh, she would never.

You can never unless he says it directly, that is how naïve you are.

At long last, you are now in the counter finally picking the movie to watch and your seat. Upon entering the cinema, the coldness sends shiver to your spine, wiggling your body as soon as you sat down. The guy noticed and removed his jacket for you to wear it, you apologized and tried to refuse but he insisted so you ended up wearing his jacket that is too big for you.

Seeing you wearing his clothes is such a turn on for him, mentally cursing his hormones.

It’s been thirty minutes since the movie started and his hands are just too awkward, not knowing whether to hold yours or just put it on the arm rest. He doesn’t know. Should he put it on your head and play with your hair? Should he just rest it on his lap? He groaned, making you jump slightly. You asked him if he’s okay and he nodded, telling you not to mind him. You did and just focus on the movie.

Oikawa thought of a very cliché move that he will probably regret for the rest of his life.

“I didn’t know this movie is so boring,” he whispered and fake a yawn “it’s making me sleepy” he continued and raised his arms as if he was stretching and about to rest it on your shoulders. You gaze at him, his brows raised.

“Are you flirting with me?”

His eyes widened; pupils blown. He smiled.

“Oh, you finally noticed?”

Finally.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  Masterlist  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Song drabbles ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

KARASUNO:

Tsukishima Kei

NEKOMA:

Kuroo Tetsurou

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ One-shot Stories ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

KARASUNO:

Kageyama Tobio

INARIZAKI:

Kita Shinsuke

AOBA JOHSAI:

Oikawa Tooru

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ HEADCANNONS ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

INARIZAKI:

Suna Rintarou

AOBA JOHSAI:

Kunimi Akira

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ~very~ SHORT FIC ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

INARIZAKI:

Suna Rintarou

AOBA JOHSAI:

Kunimi Akira

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did y'all see time skip Yaku already? I need to see him. I miss my man 😭

KUROO'S BACK Y'ALL. I'M CRYING. I AM LICH RALLY CRYING.

It’s Sunday afternoon, you just got off the train with your friend who live quite far from where you live. Both of you went to a house of another friend of yours for a school project. Sunday being the only free time you have this week because yesterday all class representatives were called for a meeting and you are one of them.

You bid goodbye to your friend when you are about to part ways with her. You rode a bus and got off when it came to your destination. You still have a fifteen-minute walk before you reach home, so you plugged in your earphones and about to play some of your favorite music when you heard thunders echoed through the sky. You looked up and saw the sea of darkening clouds, big and thick droplets of rain pouring hard. You mentally cursed yourself for not bringing an umbrella, but to justify yourself, you checked the weather before leaving and it says that no chance of rain. Thus, leading you to not bring an umbrella.

Running through the drizzly street, you looked for something, even just a shed you can get into to keep yourself dry. You finally managed to find one, an old house. You ran inside the gate and mentally apologizing for going on inside without permission. Stopping at the front door, some droplets of rain still drenching your sleeves, so you looked around inside the empty property and managed to find a spot where rain cannot reach.

You sighed “damn, that came unexpectedly” you whispered while rummaging through your things to look for something that can dry your damp skin. Someone hummed and got your attention, slightly jumping from shock, you looked for the owner of the voice. It’s Kita. Kita, seventh grader – class five. His moist frost locks covered his forehead, his eyes meeting yours, his lips slightly agape. You bowed your head to acknowledge his presence and he did the same. You do not know if there is something be nervous about because you are being a nervous wreck right now. Yep, because you like him, and he is just beside you, witnessing the rain drizzle the town.

You often see Kita around the school, especially on the hallways with his friend. Quietly listening to the conversation, he would laugh sometimes and god it is the most glorious sound you ever heard since you were born in this world. You do not interact always, but there is something between the two of you that the both of you would always look at him and he will do the same then one of you will break the contact. You know your reason for this, it’s because he is the only guy you liked since you became aware of the thing called love.

“It really came unexpectedly, huh” he spoke, you don’t know what to say so you replied with only saying “yeah” while fiddling with you fingers. Mentally facepalming yourself, you think of something you could say and start a conversation. You looked around and saw a poster of the coming summer festival.

“Uhm Kita-kun, are you going to the summer festival?” you asked with shaking voice, hoping he did not notice that. It hits you, you sounded like you are inviting him to come with you. “I mean, I am planning to go with my friend haha but we haven’t planned it yet” scratching the back of your head while gazing down.

“ah, I don’t have any plans. I guess will not be going” your shoulders dropped, feeling disappointed. You sighed and felt something soft drooped on your shoulder. It was a face towel from Kita.

“You can use that to dry yourself” saying those words while looking far away, you asked if it was already used “Nope” he replied. You wiped yourself dry with his towel when he spoke “I used it once, to wipe my sweat” and you shrieked earning a laugh from him.

There it is again. That glorious laugh that only him can produce.

When sky stopped crying, you start walking again. Feeling excited to reach home.

The next day at school, you went to Kita’s classroom to return his face towel. He meets you at the door and hand him the clean towel you borrowed from him. You were grabbed by the wrist when you were about to leave, eyeing him with confusion.

“Did you make plans already with your friend about summer festival?” you widened your eyes at his questions

“No, not yet” you answered quietly.

“Alright then. 6pm at the empty house from yesterday” he returned inside, and it left a smile on your lips. Kita-kun invited me.

Pacing back to your classroom, you are grabbed again by your wrist by some guy from Kita’s class. “Hey, is there something going on with you two?” you raised your eyebrow, he does not have any business with you and your life in general, but why is he asking you something like this?

“Do you like him?” he continued, you tried to let go from him, but his grip only tightened.

“Shut up, it’s none–”

“Hey, hey! Do you like Kita?” you snapped; your patience broke. Your mind is clouded by fuming anger because of the guy in front of you. You did not easily recognize him but he’s the guy that I always around Kita.

“Shut your mouth! I do not have someone I like!” you screamed and at the very moment, Kita came out from the door frame. His gaze on your eyes, stopping of a second before walking away. His back facing you.

He did not hear me, right?

And that was the last day you saw him. No trace of him can be found. No news about him, he just vanished. Even when he vanished, you still waited in front of the abandoned house at 6pm. You waited for so long and not even his shadow showed up.

Now, you are on your first year of being a senior high. Three years have passed and not a thing from Kita have been heard of.

“Y/N! Let’s go buy some food!” your friend dragged you. Three years have passed, you’ve grown and so your appetite too. You bought four kinds of bread and eating one of them on the way back to the classroom. Holding the consumed bread on your right hand when someone accidentally bumped you, causing your food to drop. Fortunate enough, the guy caught it before it reaches the ground. Bowing your head in gratitude, he just walks past you.

Following him through your gaze, he seemed familiar. Ah! Your eyes widened. That familiar form, that familiar scent, and that frost locks.

I know it’s him! It must be him!

You shook your head at the thought. It can’t be him; his physique is bigger than Kita. So, you continue walking, your mind is now flooded with thought of you first love who suddenly vanished. It’s been three years and you haven’t moved on, your memories of him is still vivid on your mind. Oh, what if it was him?

Ah! Come what may!

“You can go without me, I forgot to buy something!” your friend nodded, and you ran back. Following the guy who bumped you. You lost sight of him, but you continue running. There you found him, outside the food kiosk. His back facing you, just like the very last time you saw Kita.

“Ki–” about to call him, someone beat you to it, but instead of Kita you heard of a different name.

“Shinsuke!” the man behind you called, the guy Shinsuke turned around and smiled at you.

Huh? Why did he–

You sighed, I guess it’s not him. He responded to a different name. Returning to the classroom with disappointment. You thought you could finally see him, maybe it’s just going to be just a dream. To see him again and experience being in love because you can’t seem to fall for any other guy. It’s just him. Just Kita.

The whole day, you are feeling disappointed and sad. Even right now, you’re walking down the street of your neighborhood with your mood dropped.

Eh?

There is someone in front. Your turn your head upward to look at the person in front. It was the frost haired guy and you feel the need to explain yourself.

“Ah! No, I-I am in this neighborhood too!” you defensed yourself, he might think you are following him and so you explained yourself. He nods and walked faster, disappearing from your sight.

You rolled your eyes and continue walking. Your pace slowed down when you found yourself in front of the abandoned house where you first met him. You don’t know what gotten into you and you entered the empty property. Making your way to the backyard, you saw a familiar form.

He noticed your presence and turned around, a smile taking place on his lips. Your mouth widely agape. Realizing it was really him.

“Kita!” you called him, his arms welcoming you into a tight and warm hug.

“I heard someone called you by a different name” you said while your face buried in his chest, he giggled.

“Kita Shinsuke… I guess you never knew my full name” you blushed, feeling embarrassed. You buried you face deeper in his chest. Sniffing his smell. It’s still the same from three years ago.

He pulled away.

“I’m sorry I made you wait, this time I’ll make it right”

SUNA:

Suna is the sleepiest person you have ever known that walked into this world. One second, he is right behind you, but when you turn around, he is gone. Faster than The Flash. He is now inside your shared bedroom, on the bed and under the duvet. On the other hand, there is you. The total opposite of him. You are awake most of the time and has a wrecked sleep pattern, unlike your boyfriend.

Right now, you are in the kitchen, preparing for your dinner when you heard him yell out your name. You asked him what the problem is and instead of answering your question, he told you to come inside the room. Shaking your head, you made your way to the bedroom. At the back of your mind, you already know what will happen. “What is it, my prince?” you asked as soon as you stepped inside your shared room. There you see him as you expected, blanket hugging his divine form, head buried on the sea of pillows. Ah what a sight you thought. “Come closer, love” he uttered silently. His voice sounds tired. You walked closer to him “I know whatever you are planning. Look, my sleeping pattern is a mess and it will– AH!” you yelped when he pulled you to the bed. The flow of event was fast as a lightning. You are now under the sheets beside him, back facing your boyfriend. He buried his face on your hair, slightly sniffing. “You know it’s nap time plus it’s too early to make dinner, honey” you felt his arms wrap your waist and pulled you closer “I can get used to this,” you smiled at his words. “We do this like every day, sweetie, and you’re still not used to this?” you jokingly asked, instead of answering he stroked your neck with soft kisses while his arm remained on your waist.

This guy really knows how to put you in a sleepy mode, and he is taking advantage of it, but right now he is doing it with moderation, so you will not fall asleep fast. He wants to cuddle before drifting to sleep and you know it. You turned around and face him, your face on his chest and the cuddling starts now. During this time, he is showing his soft side that only you can witness, and he only show it to you. Uttering sweet nothings to you and you would do the same, and a faint of pink tint on his along his cheeks, which is a rare sight that not any person could see and again this is one of the things he is comfortable to show you and only for you to see.

His hands travelled up to your sides and poked it, a loud squeal escaped your lips and laughing afterwards. He tickled you and you did the same, you touched his neck which caused a giggle from him. It made your heart skipped a beat because of his immaculate giggling but you did not show him your flustered reaction because it will cause an endless teasing from him. The two of you are tickling until both of you feel tired. “Stop, stop, stop!” you both said in unison in between laughter. Your bed is a mess, but you do not mind fixing it when he pulled you closer to him and just let yourself fall asleep.

Tired eyes slowly opening as you check the time on the clock placed on the bedside drawer, it is almost dinner and you are not finished making food. So, you gently pull your body apart from his, so he will not wake up, but when you are about to stand up, he pulled you into the bed once again. With his sweet and husky voice, he demands you to lay down with him more. How can you resist such a man like Suna? With full willingness, you wrapped your arms on his physique. I guess we’ll have a takeout instead.

KUNIMI:

“Sweetie, I miss you. Could you… please… maybe uhh…come over?” you asked your boyfriend over the phone shyly. You know how sweet actions make him cringe in disgust. Little did you know, he really loves it when you do it to him. It makes his heart beat faster like it is going to explode. “Sure, after I’m finished with training.” He said, trying so hard not to sound giddy because of your action – cute action. You okayed and ended the call, skip walking to the living room, you reach your couch and sat there and scrolled through your phone while waiting for Kunimi.

After a while, you heard a knock on your front door, and you know who it was. Without a second thought, you opened the door and welcomed him with a warm hug and sweet kiss on the cheek. He blushed and you act like you did not see it because it will make him shy. How cute. You both made your way to the couch and hang out there. You do not have a thing in mind, like what would you do if he arrives. You just want to see him, just want to feel his presence. It is undeniably and mysteriously comfortable. Even when you do not talk to him. Pure silence but with him beside you is comforting and you do not know why. It is only him that can make you feel like that. He felt the same. He likes, no, he loves it when you are around. When you are near him and when you touch him. Dear god, he loves your touch so much. He could melt on the spot because of your touch. You do not know you have this effect on him because he never said it nor say it. To justify his actions, he shows his love in different ways he is more capable of doing. Like, coming straight to you after his training, not minding his tiredness. He just wants to see you. He knows his presence makes you happy and he is willing to provide you that.

While your eyes are glued on the television, he put his head over your shoulder and with worrying eyes, you looked at him. “Do you want to sleep on my bedroom?” he hummed in disapproval and asked for you stay on the couch. You felt his arm wrapped around your stomach “I want to stay like this,” he replied with eyes closed. You insist on taking him to your bed, but his refusal is too strong for you, so you gave up.

After a while of full silence, you thought he was asleep not until he moved his head closer to your neck, sniffing your sweet scent. “Why do you smell so good, sweetie?” he asked that brings your blood to flow up to your face, painting your cheeks red. You did not answer, but he knows he bring a smile to your luscious lips and he is happy with that. The both of you continue cuddling while uttering tooth-rotting words to each other, giggles filled the living room until you both fall into a slumber. He wants to take a rest, but seeing you makes his weariness go away like magic. He was sleepy but his urge to cuddle with you is solid because it is not everyday that he gets to cuddle with you, especially during nap time.

There’s a lingering question keeping you wide awake every night, wondering if it will ever be answered. Will you ever be mine, my love?

It’s a cliché scenario where you fall in love with your best friend and you thought it only happens in movies and novels, but you thought wrong. You did not expect this cruel thing will strike to you. Yes, falling in love may be great, it’s all rainbows and unicorns not until you fell to the wrong person, most likely your best friend since you two are in your diapers.

It seems like an okay (but not really) set up, you are being in love with him without him knowing. In this way, you can act naturally but you can’t help yourself when he does things that makes your heart beat faster like it’s going to explode. Okay, I must calm down and act like I’m not in love with him. It’s like a prayer you always whisper before facing him just to remind you to be careful of your actions and act not too obvious or else a world-shattering event will come to you. You don’t want that to happen.

Just a normal day, so as you thought, Kuroo walks beside you. You two walked your way home in silence. Being in this position, just this position where you are beside him can make your stomach full of butterflies. I haven’t eaten a single butterfly in my entire life, but why is my stomach so full of it? You asked yourself. This is the first time for you to feel like it’s taking forever for the both of you to reach your destination, not that you really mind. It’s just making you kinda uncomfortable because of the almost deafening silence, thanks to the vehicles passing by and to the pedestrians.

Savoring the smell of his cologne that became your favorite smell in the world unconsciously, you looked at him ever so slightly. From his strong arms, you imagined yourself wrapped up between those into a tight hug, down to his large, calloused hands, you noticed he was fiddling it.

“Is there anything you want to tell me, Kuroo?” you asked, based on your observation it looks like he wants to tell you something. He does not fiddle with his fingers habitually; it usually happens when he’s thinking or if he wants to tell you something but is not sure yet.

Looking down on you with wide eyes, you said “Of course I know, you’re fiddling with your fingers. Now, tell me what it is?”

He looked down and put his hand on the back of his neck.

“Well, you see… I don’t really want this to be jinxed but I’m telling you,” he said, pouting. You eyed him with anticipation, curiosity filled your mind, and eagerness to know what he’s about to tell.

“Are you going to watch my game?” you nod to answer his question, “Okay, good. Because I met this person and I’ll show you, you will be surprised! Aaahh! I’m in love and I know I got it this time right. No screwing up!” he continued.

“He says he’s so in love, he’s finally got it right”

After the long, long walk, you bid each other goodbye. You have now entered your apartment. Disappointment painted all over your facial features, the tears that are threatening to fall for a while have reached its limit and got heavy it fell from your eyes. You put your hand over your chest, back pressed on the door, you let yourself slide down. Bawling your eyes out, hurtful cries filled the empty apartment.

“When will you be mine? Will you ever be mine?” you said in between your cries. After your crying, you stood up and walked to your room. Picking up your guitar, you took your seat on your bed. Being a musician kinda helps in this situation, you pour all your emotions in your music, producing soft, sad melodies. It is Kuroo who is always the cause of these gloomy sounds. It is him who brought teardrops on your guitar.

It’s a wonder for you if he notices your almost obvious actions that says you are in love with him, but that wonder of yours can be answered by you and only you because now, you know. There is someone who have his attention, who have his love that you are longing for.

“Will it ever cross your mind that I only think of you?” you whispered before you fell into a deep slumber.

“I wonder if he knows he’s all I think about at night”

Waking up with the feeling of blue, it will go all throughout your day. It’s a good thing that you don’t have work today so there’s a freedom for your gloominess to reign over you. Good timing, just as you thought.

You are in your studio room slash your bedroom, fiddling with the strings of your electric guitar. You won’t let this motivation (as what you call it) slip through you, so you are taking this as an opportunity to produce music. Thanks to Kuroo Tetsurou for making you this way. He became part of your music, he’s an essential chunk in it. Be it a song of happiness, a song of love, or a song of sadness. He’s your inspiration to all those sounds you make. But it is for the sad genres he always takes part, where he has a big contribution to. And you are aware that;

“He’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar”

You’ve got everything you wanted in life. A big apartment, a nice circle of friends, a happy family, living alone, and a job that you are passionate about. You name it then you got it. But there is an exception to that, there’s one thing you can’t and will never ever get. Kuroo’s love. You know you can’t just force him to love you and you can’t just force yourself to fall out of love. You just can’t, because there’s a teeny tiny bit of hope hanging inside you.

Now that you have everything you wanted, Kuroo is the only one left in your list of wants. Kuroo and his love.

Even when you pray to all the gods and saints that ever existed in this world, you can’t have him. You even wish for him to every shooting star you see, even the airplanes in the night sky, but you know it more than anyone else that you can’t have him. You can’t make him yours and that is how this cruel world works, you can’t have a say on that.

“The only thing that keeps me whishing on a wishing star”

The day of his game came, even after high school he pursued his volleyball career and now he is a part of a V League team.

You really don’t want to go, but you don’t want him to wait for you and look for you, so you came. Entering the arena, your ears are immediately filled with noise coming from the audience as they anticipate for their teams, your olfactory sensed nice smelling and mouth-watering food all over the place. You even saw that stall that Osamu owns.

You made your way to your assigned seat that was indicated on the ticket that Kuroo gave you. It’s not that hard to find since he got you the nearest seat to the court.

I wonder who is this girl he talks about?

Your thoughts were stopped when the commentator speak, introducing the opposing team and Kuroo’s team. You cheered when he showed up and he looked at you in acknowledgement, but he waves to someone, not far from you. You traced the direction of his gave, but you have no clue who was he waving to because almost everyone is waving too.

Shrugging it off, you focused on the game that started.

As a someone who always went to all of Kuroo’s game, you can say that every time you see him play, he always shows improvements, way different in high school.

The game was wrapped up after only two sets, Kuroo’s team as the victor of the match. He signaled you to wait outside. Okay, this is it. I’m going to meet this lucky girl who have my Kuroo’s heart.

Reaching your destination, you fixed your clothes, nervously pulling it then someone tapped your shoulders from behind. You turned around and it was him, the love of your life who breaks your heart without him knowing.

“Where–”

“Still in the restroom, will be here in a minute. Please don’t act weird, don’t tell anything that will embarrass me” he said, laughing. You faked a laugh; you can hide your pain in your laugh, but you can’t hide it in your facial expression. Good thing he did not notice it.

“Oh, he’s here” eyes widened, he?

You followed his gaze. You saw a man, wearing hoodie which you suspect as Kuroo’s possession. His familiar bleached hair with black roots made your heart raged. It’s Kenma.

You three were best of friends during high school, being their manager of course it brought the three of you closer. But Kenma was not in touch at all because of his job, you didn’t know Kuroo and him are still in communicating and wow, they’re meeting up without you knowing. Double kill.

“K-kenma! Hi! Oh, wow. Nothing much have changed, wow, I– uhm, I’m surprised!” it’s really hard for you to keep the tears in your eyes and you’re afraid that it will betray you and fall out of your eyes.

“Nice to m-meet you again, sorry but I got to go. Still have work tomorrow, I’ll see you both some time!” then you turned your back them, not looking back. You made your way to parking lot and get inside your car.

Now that you feel alone and safe to express your pain, you free those tears wanting to be free. You cried your heart out, questions scrambled in your already scrambled mind, heart is filled with rage.

“Why him? I’m the one who’s always at your side! I never, once in my life, been gone and lost in touch! It was me who’s with you through your ups and downs!” Even at this point, you mind is left to wonder, and it will never be answered because you have no courage to confront him, you’re too weak in front of him.

“I really wanted to call your name without the feeling of pain, but I guess it will never happen”

“Kuroo…” you whispered in between your whines.

And now you’re decided, you can’t let yourself be in this pain because you have been in here for a long time and it’s sickening.

You don’t know why do you keep hoping for a chance that never existed in the first place, but now you have learned how to give up and let go of that hope that keeps you from moving on.

“He’s the song in the car I keep singing, don’t know why I do”

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Name: Mari

Sexuality: bisexual

Gender: Female

Fave color(s): blue (all shades)

Fave animal: dOGS!!

Dream job: cardiologist or psychiatrist :)) maybe I'll go for both 🤷‍♀️but ig I will be a psychiatrist first since I'm taking BS psychology

Favorite Haikyuu boys: kUROO!!! OSAMU!! KITA!! idk anymore i love them all!!

When I started this blog: not long ago, about two to three weeks. Coz my other blog that I made four years ago is trash so I made another one with an organized content.

Reason why I named my blog as it is: idk?? Really. I just want to have a Haikyuu related name but everything I thought of is taken so I ended up with hai-q-haikyuu

I'm tagging: @teentitannns @gaydistriss @haikyuufunnybro

Not ten but I wanna know my BOKE FAM coz iluvdem :***

"Damn you, Kageyama! I've been doing this for TWO FUCKING MONTHS, and you haven't fall into my obvious hints that I like you!" is what you wanted to tell him for a long time now. You have been dropping hints to him and he doesn't seem to notice. Helping him with his homework voluntarily, asking him to eat with you during lunch (coz boi he eats alone all the time), and writing his notes when he falls asleep during class, those are some things you do for him that obviously say "I like you, Kageyama!" but you don't know what is wrong with this boy. Is he that stupid or just numb? You don't know but what you know is that you are not going to give up until he realize that you like him and make him like you.

Another day, another stress brought to you by being a college student with Kageyama not taking your hints on the side. What a great time to be alive!

Today is one of those days when you feel like not dropping hints to him, you're tired and you have something big carrying on your shoulders. You’re a leader of your research group for fuck sake.

"We're only freshmen but why the fuck do we have to comply with all these activities?" you whispered with unbelievable look in your eyes. A day in university just come to an end and you are in your favorite cafe with all your school papers on the table, waiting for the barista to call your name and sip on that delectable coffee you just ordered. Studying in this cafe is relaxing and the ambiance is perfect for you to focus, so it is a part of your day to stop by here and study.

"It's because you're a college student, stupid" a familiar voice made you raise you head and it was your childhood friend who study in the same university as you.

"Oikawa!!" calling him with tears in your eyes, nope you're not sad you're just happy to see him.

"Hey hey, don't tear up cry baby!" he pulled the chair in front of you and sat down, looking all the papers scattered on the table then looking at you in disbelief.

"What in the hell- this is a lot" you looked at him and gave him a look that says "I fucking know, right" then letting out a big sigh.

"Yes, great king this is a lot, but that's not all! I have a quiz on my major tomorrow, and I need to study three chapters," you complained, pulling your untied hair into a messy bun.

Oikawa did not speak but you still feel comforted with his presence, but then he opened the topic you really do not want to talk about.

"So how's it going with-"

"For customer y/n?" the barista cut him off mid sentence, great maybe he'll forget talking about him. Goddamnit Oikawa, y u gotta bring him up?

You stood up and went to the counter to get your order, doing everything slowly so he'll forget what he was about to say a while ago. But it's Oikawa we're talking about, he'll never stop until he knows the answer to his curiosity.

Reaching you seat and as soon as you sat down, he asked "So anyway, how's it going with Tobio-chan?"

You gave him a look that throws knives that could kill him.

"W-what? I'm just asking, just wanna know!"

"well... I don't fucking know what is wrong with him! He doesn't take all my hints and I do not want to tell him directly. Is he that stupid?" Oikawa laughed and you raised your eyebrow making him stop.

"Yes, he's stupid. You're a Psychology major why don't you use psychology instead of doing common things that common girls do. Then, bye! I gotta go, good luck with school... and with Tobio-chan!" then he made his way out leaving you confused and thinking.

Use psychology?

You shrug it off for now and just start working on your school papers that is due tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

"I'm home!" you announced your arrival as soon as you stepped inside your house, going straight in your bedroom and changed into a pair of pajamas and comfortable shirt.

You set up your study table with your psychology book in it, a notebook, and some pens and highlighters.

You've been studying for half an hour and you just started on the second chapter out of three chapters, you don’t really mind sleeping late if you go to school with confidence that you’ll ace your quiz.

"Hmm, Classical Conditioning... by Pavlov. Okay okay. Hmm okay I understand" you muttered while reading the textbook definition of the term. Studying the three types of learning as indicated on your Psychology book, an idea – a brilliant one – came to the magnificent brain of yours. A smile forming in your lips as you continue your studying.

I bet this one will work so be ready Kageyama.

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“Good morning Tooru-chan!” you cling your arm to your friend who’s giving you now a disgusted look, but you just gave him a wide smile.

“What’s gotten into you? Why do you look happy? Why are you happy? Are you okay? And why the fuck did you call me Tooru-chan? I’m older than you, you know?”

“Woah easy boy, eaaaasssy. Why flood me with questions? My mind is already flooded” flooded with thoughts of Kageyama.

“Flooded with thoughts of Kageyama” he said that earned a laugh from you, he looked down on you and furrowed his brows.

“It’s because of you that’s why I am thinking of him more than usual, idiot. You’re a genius. I complimented you, take it or leave it” You sassed and walked faster.

“Why? What? What are you talking about?” he asked as he ran to close the big distance between the two of you.

“You’ll know it, I’ll tell you when the time comes. I have 10 AM class, I gotta go. See ya!” You left him there, this time he is the one who is confused and thinking. Why is she so happy? Why did she call me a genius? Not that I do not think of myself as one, but why did she call me a genius?

Making your way to your classroom, you stopped by to a vending machine, buying two cartons of milk. This class is your major and Kageyama is in that class too, so it makes you extra excited to reach the room. This subject last for two hours but you don’t really mind since learning is everything, right? And you’re a flirt and seeing Kageyama for two hours is too much to make your heart go boom boom.

After the quiz, there was some time left so a little discussion took place until it’s time to wrap up.

Lunchtime. Okay, this will work. I trust you, Pavlov. Don’t let your bitch down!

“Uhh, Kageyama–”

“Damn!” his loud voice made you jump; you were stoned in your place. Heart beating faster with a little bit of pain, thinking that he was irritated by you. You are about to tear up and take your leave, but he spoke.

“Hey, you were saying something? I’m sorry, it’s just that I forgot to bring my milk” your eyes sparkled. Heart skipped a beat. You’re in cloud nine, thanking the Gods.

“Yes, uhh let’s eat lunch together and here, wait a sec” you rummage through your things to get that extra carton of milk you bought on the way here.

“Good thing I bought two milks, it must be destiny” you laughed and handed him the milk and it’s his turn for his eyes to sparkle, he was so touched because it’s milk, duh. He wouldn’t share his milk with everyone, but you shared yours. Now he thinks of you as a goddess… of milk, who give free milks to those who needs it.

“Let’s eat lunch” he announced. I am not going to let this opportunity slip, a goddess asked me out. He thought.

Yo what the fuck? He agreed! Yes, this is it. A love story will emerge.

The two of you made your way out of the classroom and walked towards the university cafeteria. Now, what to do? You don’t really know what to do now, you both are eating in silence.

Come on, brain I need you please don’t leave me hanging!

But your brain is not cooperating with you, lunchtime ended and you both parted ways. It’s okay, you feel contented, you ate lunch with him and tomorrow you are going to ask him again because giving up is not on your vocabulary.

You are so eager to make him like you, so you are pulling Classical Conditioning at him to make that happen, all thanks to Oikawa for giving you that idea.

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It’s been seven days since you started using classical conditioning. Giving him his daily milk, you bought at the vending machine, watching as his eyes go sparkle.

You noticed the changes of him. Whenever you showed up, a big smile is forming on his lips just like the smile you see when you bring him his milks, his face painted with happiness just like when he is drinking his milk, and how his eyes sparkled when you give him his milk.

You rummage through your things just like the past seven days and give him his carton of milk. You stretched out your arms and handed him the unopened carton.

“Here you go, Kageyama. Your daily dose of milk” you said as you sip on your own milk.

He eyed you and took the milk

“You don’t really have to do all this for me to like you” your eyes widened at his words. Shocked. Wondering if he knew it all this time.

“Huh?” is all you can say

“I know you’re pulling Classical Conditioning on me to make me like you, did you not realize that I am not going to like you if you do that?” Oh. It hurts. Pavlov, you let me down. I hate you. You thought. Standing there in front of him, waiting for him to say another word even if it pains you. He is so straightforward it hurts, right there in my heart. But what the fuck? I thought he was stupid. He understands what classical conditioning is when all he does is sleep in this class!

“How long have–” he cut you off mid-sentence

“You associated yourself with my favorite milk, it’s not you who makes me excited, it’s the milk” he continued. Why am I still standing here? Every word he’s saying hurts.

“But that will be the scenario if I don’t like you,” Huh? You looked up to him, teary-eyed. A confused look emitted through your eyes.

“But I already like you, your presence alone makes me excited. With or without the milk. So stop.” he confessed and all you gave him is a wide smile that is filled with pure delight.

Thank you, Pavlov. You did not let me down.