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I'm now on holidays so I can write so much more! I'll be opening requests for haikyuu and mha in a couple days!!

Haikyuu boys when you get injured playing your sport pt.2

Oikawa, Tsukishima, Tendo, Asahi, Kageyama

Summary: The first one was really fun to write, so here is part 2! This is some others and how I think they’d react when you get hurt during sport!

Warnings: Explicit mention of blood and open wounds

A/N: I’d like to thank everyone for over 100 followers! Yes, I know that doesn’t seem like many but it’s a big deal to me, so thank you!! I also appreciate the patience with my messed up writing schedule <3 ...Tendo’s got really long and Kageyama’s got a little angsty whoops 

Oikawa:

As one who suffers from a sport injury himself, Oikawa is constantly aware of the possibility

Reminds you before every game of hockey to stay safe

His tone may be lighthearted when he says it, but he’s very serious

He knows the ins and outs of stretching and the recovery process for injuries

Usually, he doesn’t come to your games, mostly because he’s busy or he's afraid of getting recognised

When you get home or see him next, he’d ask out the game and listen with excitement and interest

He definitely does research on the game too

This time, he was so glad he went

To avoid being recognised, he wore a cap and sunglasses, standing at the back of the spectators

His height allowed him to easily watch you from the crowd

You were really hyped for the game, knowing your opponents were going to be tough

Unfortunately, your team was struggling with the game

The other team was scoring goal after goal, and you couldn’t keep up

You ran back to defend the goal, in the way for an approaching player

They were ready to score, and you were ready to dive in

The urgency and pressure of the situation got to your head, and you ran towards them with anger

You let out a cry, charging towards the hockey ball

In the back of your mind, you knew Oikawa wouldn’t be impressed with how you lost your patience

And you were right

He treaded closer to the game, his eyebrows furrowed and his arms crossed

“Y/N... Don’t get ahead of yourself”

He whispered, wishing you could hear him

Your opponent placed the ball in position to swing for goal

But you had gotten too far ahead of yourself

They swung their hockey stick

Your ankle was in the way

Usually, you wouldn’t be too bothered, bruises littering your ankle for a week after

This time, the stick was made of aluminium

The impact and pain that shot through your ankle brought you to the ground

Pain unbearable, you dropped your own stick and held your food

“Ow, ow, ow”

You mumbled sloppily, tears, saliva, and snot dribbling over your lips

You wanted to stand up and keep playing but the pain continued like an unforgiving clamp tightening on your ankle

Suddenly aware of how you look, you wiped your mouth from the fluids

You heard a whistle blow, but the pain caused for stars to dance in your vision

“Y/N-chan, eyes up here”

The stars from your eyes cleared, the sight of your boyfriend crouching next to you on the field shining through

You couldn’t form words, not that they would have helped

He immediately moved to take your shoe off, seeing how it had already started to swell 

It blew up like a balloon before your very eyes

“I’ll carry you”

Oikawa whispered, sliding an arm around your back and the other securely under your knees

Lifting you up, he escorted you off the field

He didn’t let you ride in the ambulance your coach called by yourself, holding your hand the whole way

It was definitely a bad break, being a pain through the recovery process as you could hardly apply any pressure on the foot

You were in a cast, and Oikawa wrote a lovey-dovey message on it that took up half the space

Once you were out of it Oikawa knew all the right physiological stretches in order to get you back on your feet to play again

He did a great job taking care of you, and you couldn't thank him more

Tsukishima:

Doesn’t effect your relationship that you were into swimming as that was not why he loved you

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like how you are training so hard for it

It’s the passion and love for swimming that he wishes he had for volleyball

To be honest, Tsukishima wouldn’t be worried about you getting hurt

He thinks swimming is not a very hazardous sport

Which is fairly true, so you don’t get injured during a specific race or anything

Your injury shows up slowly over time

Originally you shook it off, expecting that the soreness in your shoulders was just your muscles tired after a long two hours of lap after lap

However, it started getting worse, and you began to tell Tsukishima your concerns

He’d say something like, “Then just take your time at training. I can’t do anything about it. What did you expect me to say?”

Let’s be real, he’s kind of worried

Especially as he began to notice how you would wince after taking your bag off your shoulders, or if you reached up to the top shelf

The day he realised that you needed to get them checked out was when you had walked to his place after training

The whole walk there the straps of your bag felt a lot heavier

Your shoulders hurt, but the left was the worst one by fair

Shifting the weight of your bag to your right shoulder, you gave the left a rest

Soon enough you knocked on Tsukishima’s door and he opened quickly after

You dropped your bag inside the door and rubbed your shoulder

“Oi, Y/N, are you okay?”

Tsukishima asked, the way your sighed making his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly

“Yeah, but my shoulder is pretty bad”

You tell him, hoping that he’ll show some sympathy

He scooped up your bag and called for you to follow him to the couch

He left you there, leaving momentarily to drop your bag with your wet swimmers into the laundry

Soon, he plopped down on the couch beside you and turned on the tv

Carefully, he pulled you onto his lap and you instinctively dropped your head onto his shoulder

Instead of huffing slightly like he usually did, you pushed you forward 

“No, sit towards my knees”

You obeyed him, and he hovered his fingers over your shoulders

Smiling once you realised what he was going to do, you let him work his nibble fingers into your shoulders

He stopped if you whined, asking where to go from there

It really helped, you never realised how good Tsukishima was with his fingers (no... not like that)

You were putty in his hands, completely relaxed as you watched the tv 

Once you felt the tension was mostly gone, Tsukishima scooted out from underneath you to book a scan

When you had it, you discovered you had Bursitis 

(A/N: I have this in my shoulder and it sucks)

This required for lots of rest, icing, and careful exercise

You were off swimming for almost three months before Tsukishima was convinced that you could handle tending to it afterwards

When you got back to swimming, you wore a sling on the worst days and Tsukishima carried your bag for you

He raised his hand in class if you needed to ask a question, and made sure you never had to overexert your left arm

His favourite thing to do was tease you even more about having to get him to get stuff off the top shelves

You were shorter than him, but now you need him even more

When you use your condition as a counterargument he always says “aww, poor baby Y/N”

No doubt, he does certainly cared for you, but get ready for a long road ahead for the both of you

Tendo:

You’re a figure skater! And how he loves to watch you skate!

He gets so excited, you have no idea

Whether you are in a competition, or if you are just practicing, he gets so giddy and proud while watching you glide across the ice

Thinks you look so good in the costumes, no matter your body type 

If you were to have to travel internationally for a competition, you bet he’d be coming with you

Tendo does get into trouble when he disturbs your practise at the rink

But you always invite him to watch any time, not caring what your coach thought

Super supportive of you, it’s not funny

However, what is funny is that he has no idea all the technical terms or how the point system works

So, when he watches you during a comp, he’ll greet you off the ice with:

“BABE, THAT FANCY THING YOU DID WITH YOUR ARMS AFTER YOU LANDED FROM THE SPINNING-TOP-JUMPY-THING YOU DID WAS SO SEXY! YOU’VE GOT TO WIN! YOU LOOKED SO GOOD, MY PARADISE”

You double over in laughter every time he says something like that

You only just manage out a “Thank you, Tori” before you’re ushered off to get your score

The score you were appointed is half decent, placing you in third place

When you go to find Tendo so you can sit with him while watching the rest of the skaters, he appalled

“PARADISE, YOU DESERVED MUCH BETTER THAN THAT! I’D HAVE GIVEN YOU A 634.53!!”

“Satori, that’s basically impossible for a short program”

“I DON’T CARE BECAUSE IT IS WHAT YOU DESERVE”

It’s kind of embarrassing, in a large rink of people, for him to be yelling like that

But... it’s all because he thinks you are incredibly talented

Which is very sweet

Anyways, you injure yourself at practice 

Tendo had just got of his volleyball practice at Shiratorizawa and decided to swing by the rink

You were staying in late, your coach and the rest of the skaters had gone home, so it was just you and a few workers at the rink

Tendo burst in, the goofy grin on his face that cases his eyes to be forced shut by the adorable purity of it

You were focusing on a quadruple axel that you hadn’t perfected when he arrived

“Good evening, paradise! How are you-”

You had been halfway through the jump when you peeled your eyes open

Immediately happy to see him, you smiled brightly

But, your excitement cost you the landing

You slipped, landing harshly onto the ice on your hip with a thud, the water soaking into your tights

“Y/N!”

Tendo dropped his bags, running and sliding his lanky body across the ice on his knees to where you had sprawled out

There was certainly going to be really bad bruise there, you could tell

But the coolness of the ice made your hip numb to the pain

“Are you okay? I scared you, didn’t I?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way Tendo was leaning over you, now having soaked knees too

“Yeah, you did”

“Let’s take you home and have a nice warm shower, hey?”

You agreed, leading him off the ice with both of your hands in his, because the psycho had run onto the ice with no skates on

The two of you walked home, the whole time you noticing the numbness leaving your hip

While having your shower, you checked your hip to find a dark purple bruise the size of your hand, raw to the touch

You took a shower, afterwards putting on some underwear and one of your boyfriend’s large shirts

Leaving your room, you enter the living room find Tendo sprawled on the couch

He made a comment about how good you look, leaving you giggling

You grabbed an icepack from the freezer and a tea towel to wrap it in

Laying on top of Tendo, you rolled on your side to have your bruised hip facing the ceiling

“Whatcha got there?”

Tendo asked

You flashed the icepack in front of his face, before quickly wrapping it up

Pulling the oversized shirt over your hip, you exposed the bruise to your boyfriend

“This is what you did to me, you scary man”

You joke, poking him in the cheek

The colour drained from his face in a split second, and he let out a cry of agony

“No! I’m so sorry! How can I make you feel better?”

He leaned over you, pressing scattered kisses over the bruise and mumbling sorry between each one

You knew he was trying to be feathery with his kisses, but the slightest pressure hurt

So, you pushed his head away

“Ow, Tori, that hurts. You can hold the ice for me”

He does as he’s told and you thank him, kindly

He has eagle eyes on you constantly after that, acting like your personal bodyguard

Makes sure he’s always on the side that is bruised at school, so that no one can bump it

Lines your bed with pillows, as to not accidentally bump it on the wall

Stops you from walking if you don’t have to, in which you tell him he’s fine

You try reassuring him by saying that it could have been worse, but that makes him even more wary when you skate knowing that worse could happen to you

Asahi:

He’s adorable, constantly being supportive during your games of netball

Out of everyone, he’s the most likely to be worried about possible injury

Even though it’s a fairly safer sport, Asahi makes sure that you are reminded of every possible scenario that he had made up in his head before a game

You’d shut him up with a kiss to the lips, but he’ll be trembling when you walk away

Understands the game, not needing much help with keeping up with points or rules

He’ll calm down eventually while watching you play, focusing on silently praising you

Secretly a fan of the uniform, don’t tell anyone - he’d be so embarrassed

Doesn’t come to practice often because of the clashes with his volleyball training

When you got injured during a game, thank goodness Nishinoya had joined him to cheer you on

The energy Nishinoya brought to the sidelines motivated Asahi to cheer more too

Usually, you’d wave to him after getting a point and he’d wave back

But you could actually hear him because of Noya

You had in the back of your head to thank him for bringing him out of his shell

Have of the reason he never went to your practice because he was scared the other players would have thought he was some creepy middle-aged man there to stare at them in their uniforms

That’s why he always came to your games without fail, to make up for it and because he felt safer from a distance

However, Nishinoya had dragged him to the front, which he was hesitant about at first

But when he saw how excited you were to see him so close made him smile 

You were in perfect position to receive the ball in order to shoot

Your teammates passed back and forth, approaching you slowly

“I’m free! Guys!”

You gained their attention, and they sent the ball your way

You caught it and immediately shot for the goal while the opponents were distracted

“Come on, Y/N!” 

Both Nishinoya and Asahi shouted, Noya obviously the loudest

The first shot missed, but you quickly caught it and shot again

This time, the ball landed through the hoop and the whistle blown to confirm that it was a point 

You could hear Asahi and Nishinoya celebrating on the sidelines

Pumping your fists in the air, you brushed your forearm against the goal post

A nail had been sticking out of it, slicing through your skin

You immediately hissed, the pain stinging dramatically

You grab your arm, searching to find a massive gash down the length of your forearm

Blood poured from the wound and you called your coach

They immediately brought you off once they saw the red liquid

Asahi was worried, slipping around to where you were holding a towel to your arm

Hissing in pain, you found Asahi approaching

“Y-Y/N, what happened?”

He could see the pain laced into your face, shaking nervously

You wanted to hide it, afraid of how he would react

Carefully, you removed the damp cloth from the wound with a hiss as the air hit the tenderness

“I’m gonna need stitches”

You hissed through your teeth, turning to show Asahi

By then Nishinoya had arrived by Asahi, and at the perfect time

One look at the way your arm had been split open with blood gushing from the open wound...

And Asahi had fainted

Luckily Nishinoya was there to catch him and lower him to the ground

Now you were more worried for Asahi than yourself, to be honest

With Asahi out of commission, your coach had to take you to get you almost twenty stitches

Nishinoya stayed back to make sure Asahi woke up safely, and when he did, he was anxiously asking where you were and how you were

Asahi dropped into your place after finding out you were out of hospital, pulling you into a hug

Of course you made sure he was okay after his episode too

Constant tender touches while you healed, and soft kisses over the patch on your arm

He treated you like an absolute princess, especially after Nishinoya had scared him again by saying “I think she’ll need to get it amputated” right after he woke up

Fainted again when he went with you to get the stitches removed

Kageyama:

This boy does not get rugby at all

He tries, because he’s smart enough to pick it up if he wanted to

But, he’s more impressed with sports that involve more ‘thinking and skill’

What is impressive to him, however, is how fit and strong you are

Even though he is still taller than you, he almost feels like you are the bigger person in the relationship with the muscle you have

Likes being small spoon with your figure

Silently admires your athletic ability, and thinks you are really cool whenever you make a massive run down the field

Kageyama likes to watch when you win

He gets so blushy and excited when you bound into his arms after a good game 

Unfortunately, he’s very busy with volleyball, unable to make many training sessions or games

He tries his hardest to be at your training grounds in time to walk home with you

He tries to keep his Saturday’s free to be with you or at your games

Recently, he had been even more busy, and this week he couldn’t make it too 

This team had been tough, with a lot of bigger players 

You were sort of struggling to break past them, unable to score any tries

All you remember was receiving the ball, trying to break through the wall they had created

You had run headfirst into the players, and the next thing you knew...

You woke up in hospital

Your head was wrapped up, and it thumped painfully

Trying to sit up hurt your head, so you laid back down

With how fuzzy your head was, you failed to notice Kageyama sitting in the corner with a carton of milk

He had been anxiously twiddling his thumbs while emptying carton after carton

When your eyes opened, he shot up, hurrying to your bedside

You finally noticed him, smiling softly at the pout on his lips and the shine of glossiness in his eyes

“Tobio...”

Even speaking hurt your head

“Don’t speak if it hurts”

Kageyama basically read your mind, taking your hand in his and placing your open palm on his cheek

“You’re such a dumbass, scaring me like that”

He rested his head on the bed next to you on the bed

You glided your thumb over his cheek, watching as the pout on his lips began to tremble slightly

Whining slightly in order to awe at him, you whispered

“I’m sorry...”

“Why did it happen the one game I can’t make it... damn it... I should have been there”

You shifted your head, ignoring the pain, in order to get a better view of him

His dark blue eyed were sparkling with tears, and you mumbled

“No... baby...”

Kageyama ignored you, turning to press his face into the white sheet on your thighs, blinking back his tears

“I was scared...”

He mumbled in a cracked voice into your thigh

You took his face in your hands and carefully pulled him towards your face

Giving him a kiss to his nose, you let him lay his head on your chest

“Don’t cry... I’m here”

You croaked, threading your fingers through his raven hair

The recovery process was long and hard, having received severe head trauma

You were in hospital for another day after you woke up for tests and to make sure you could stand without fainting

Kageyama stayed with you the entire time, only leaving when your parents insisted he get some sleep

After this, your parents were certain you could marry him, not kidding

He treated you like glass whenever he saw you, especially when you took the time off school

He would accidentally yell at you if he saw you up and about, but immediately took it back and apologised 

Poor Hinata got all of Kageyama’s pent up anger about everything, being unable to yell at you

When you return to school, he’s like your shadow, following you around and making sure you’re drinking enough water

Reassure him that it wasn’t his fault and that you’re not going anywhere

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gryffindor | ravenclaw | hufflepuff

Okay, so I had an idea for a series... Idk what to call it yet but it’s about growing old with different haikyuu guys?? Like each milestone gets a mini scenario in a post for one character? From leaving high school to like having grandkids??

What do y’all think?? I want to start with Suga because him being a primary school teacher makes me so soft 🥺

I’ll get you guys to request who you want to see next??

Just a thought ❤️

Please do!! I’d love to read it 👀

I’ll be using those other ideas of yours too!!

Drabble: Tsukishima x Reader

Prompt: thanks to @freyafolkvangr for the idea!

Genre: Fluff, I guess a bit of comfort?

A/N: I couldn’t resist this adorable idea! These drabbles keep getting longer and longer... Here you go!

Sneaking down to the court was your favourite thing to do, but your boyfriend never enjoyed it to begin with. He insisted you would distract him before the game. Of course, you ignored him and went to wish him luck before running off to the stands.

It had become a habit of sorts to meet Tsukishima before his game. He grew accustomed to it, mainly because the rest of the Karasuno team would be mad if he told you to go away. After all, they were all your friends too.

This game was sure to be big, and Tsukishima seemed unfazed by the intensity of the weighing atmosphere. He never seemed bothered by games, but you could tell that he masked his nerves. Once the two of you had gotten comfortable enough around one another, he opened up about this too.

Hiding around the doorway, you peaked over to find Tsukishima standing a fair distance away from the team. His lanky figure stood above the rest of the team as he fiddled with the tape in order to wrap his fingers.

You could see he struggled, more and more of his fingers taking damage from the intense blocks he stopped so well. The height of his injuries resulted in it being awkward to use his remaining fingers to wrap them. It didn’t take you long to suggest to help him, but it took him even longer to accept the offer initially.

“Kei, over here,” you whisper-shouted, Tsukishima’s eyes darting over to you through his sports glasses.

You wiggled your fingers to indicate you wanted him to approach you, waiting patiently as he strutted to your hiding place.

When he came to stand in front of you, you smiled up at him. To which he scoffed.

“You seem more excited for the game than I am,” he admitted, smirking at you as he handed over his tape.

Gently, you look his hand in yours, turning over his slender fingers. Feeling for the edge of the tape, you shook your head.

“You don’t have to hide that you enjoy volleyball.” You took one of his injured fingers, having memorised which ones required wrapping, and began to wind the white tape around it starting from the base. “Besides, can’t I be proud of you? Or are you too embarrassed?”

Ripping the end of the tape, you sealed the end against his finger, carefully lifting up the second one.

“I don’t care what you do,” Tsukishima kept a keen eyes on your every movement to ensure you weren’t going to hurt him, “as long as you’re happy.”

You let out a large laugh, “As if. You never say anything that sweet unless you think I’m asleep.”

In response, he scoffed as averted his eyes, allowing for you to finish the hand you held.

Once you had finished, you raised his hands to your lips and pressed a delicate kiss to each one. This was a little habit you had gotten into as a simple good luck charm. You enjoyed it so much because of the way Tsukishima’s ears would slightly tint pink.

Releasing it, you took his other hand and readied his fingers by seperating them. The finger you began with was his most recently impaired one and you could tell by the purplish swelling by the base.

Tsukishima flinched as you handled it, causing you to immediately slow your movements.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” you mumbled, beginning to wrap the tape around it and the one beside it to immobilise it.

Calling Tsukishima “sweetheart” always made his heart swell, as it contradicted the “saltyshima” nickname he had also earned for himself.

Finishing quickly, you pressed soft kisses to the newly wrapped fingers. You pulled him down by his neck to place a kiss to the bridge of his glasses, a tiny good luck to prevent a ball to the face. The last thing you wanted was for his nose or face to be harmed after his glasses were hit with a ball.

“I know you like to pretend you aren’t nervous,” you began, handing him back his tape, “but make sure you take deep breaths and pace yourself. You’ll do brilliantly no matter what, okay?”

“Pfff,” Tsukishima laughed at the seriousness in your voice.

“Hey, I’m serious.”

“I know, that’s what’s funny.”

You pouted, flicking him in the forehead, “Let me be sentimental and good s/o once in a while.”

“You already are,” Tsukishima corrected you.

The way he shifted his eyes away led you to believe he was being genuine. Feeling a tiny bit proud, you smiled.

“What is with you being all soft today?”

“I don’t know, but take it while you get because I’ll probably be grumpy after the game thanks to that “king.””

“Stop it...” You hushed him, giving him a slight shove in the chest. “Now, go do your best, Kei.”

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes, quickly kissing the top of his head before leaving you and joining the team.

You were excited to watch the game, nervous, but excited. Mainly, because you were proud.

After all, when you had such a talented and perservering boyfriend, what more could you ask for?

Drabble: Hawks x Reader

Prompt: “I’m scared. What if someone finds out about us?”

A/N: First time writing hawks?? 👀 And this is a little all over the place

You knew exactly what you were getting into when you decided to date him. The number 2 hero with a swarm of responsibilities, enemies and fans all at the same time. He was so special and you were a civilian. A nobody.

If you were honest, you knew Hawks liked it better than way. He felt that you couldn’t get hurt, but there was the fear of you getting hurt because you weren’t a hero. When you started dating him, you never realised that you suddenly became an everybody.

No one knew about you, and the both of you wanted to keep it that way. It had been almost a year of you two hiding this secret from everyone you knew, especially the media. Even Hawks warned you of what the Hero Public Safety Commission would say or do if they were to be informed.

The best thing you could do was spend nights together such as this one. With his busy schedule, the middle of the night was almost the only time he could wind down.

When it was time to do so, he’d call you on his way home to tell you how long he was going to be and how much he’s looking forward to see you.

After receiving the call you’d get to work preparing him some chicken to eat and a nest of pillows on the bed. According to him, you never arranged the pillows quite right. However, you just wanted to show that you cared for him.

Right now, he was snug in the nest he had to shift around, playfully scolding you for not being able to do it right. A blanket was folded over you, his wings tucked carefully behind him. A finished bucket of chicken was left abandoned on the bedside table.

Hawks cooed softly in your arms, his handsome face hidden in the crook of your neck. You held the back of his head softly, threading your fingers through his tussled but silky blond hair. His arms were loose around your waist, legs tangled between yours.

“Hawks?” You whispered, unsure if he was still awake.

A soft but low hum vibrated against your throat.

“Do you care if I’m a nobody?” You asked, allowing for your question to slip out.

“Nope,” Hawks mumbled, adjusting how his face pressed against your neck.

“Okay... but what if I couldn’t save myself from villains that came after me knowing they’d get to you?”

Hawks gave another hushed answer, “Then they would have got to me, because I’d come and save you, little birdie.”

You nodded, hesitantly, guilt building up.

“Wouldn’t it be better if I got myself out of the situation? I don’t want you to get dragged into things because of me.”

“And I don’t want you to get dragged into things because of me.”

Hawks drew his face out of your neck, wriggling up to meet your eye level. He lifted his hand up to run his hand up and down your arm.

The shine of the cityscape reflected perfectly in Hawks’s golden eyes through the open window. The sleekness of their hawk-like shape pierced your own as you stared into them. You could sense the seriousness in the hue of yellow. The intense eye contact caught your breath in your throat as your worries poured out.

“Hawks, I’m scared,” you mumbled, “What if someone finds out about us?”

Immediately, Hawks didn’t waste a second in shuffling up to press your face into his chest. The soft circles he ran up and down your shoulder blades ticked through your shirt.

You could hear his rapid heart rate, making it clear the fear that had shocked him into gelding you so tight.

He squeezed you tightly, guilty of placing you into a situation of fear, anxious for what he led you into, and feeling selfish for wanting you anyway.

How could he not when you were all he has ever wanted?

“Call me Keigo,” he whispered, voice light as one of his scarlet feathers.

Your eyes shot open.

“I know I told you that I couldn’t tell you my name but I don’t care anymore,” he confessed, feeling the way you tried to look up at him, “My name’s Keigo Takami, and I promise I will protect you from anything.”

“Keigo... I love that name...” you sighed, getting comfortable against his chest, “It really suits you.”

Hawks couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I know you’ll protect me, Keigo...”

He smiled when you used his name.

“And I promise I’ll do anything to keep us together.”