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BEAUTIFUL!!! 💜💜💜 he's so perfect 😭
pov you are tendou’s favourite customer who always comes into his chocolate shop during sunset
Which Mikey is your favorite? ( answer in the comments)
My Mikey au’s react to timeskips (I might miss some, for example toman Mikey, they already saw him. also spoiler warning)
First up
Beldam/ other Mikey 🪡: oh poor thing
Uncanny valley: . . .
Pumpkin: oh dear
Weirdcore: 𝚊𝚠𝚠 (he means it in a sad way he doesn’t think it’s cute)
Slasher/ Halloween: . . .
Tokyo Files: he looks like my grandfather before he passed away :(
Next
Beldam : ooh I like his tattoo
Pumpkin: me too
Uncanny valley: I like wearing my hair like that sometimes
Weird core: 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎. . . 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝´𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘?
Tokyo Files: it’s a type of marking on your skin, like some kind of design. Think of it as art work for your skin.
Weird core: 𝚘𝚑 𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞
Slasher: . . . . 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞
Next up
Beldam: he looks pissed off
Weird core: 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚜?
The other three just looked at the screen, waiting for it to change. ( I got lazy here, might edit this)
Next
Beldam: oh hey, we have the same hair
Uncanny valley: I like his hair
Tokyo files: I like his outfit
Slasher: . . . . 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝗼𝗼𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝗼
Pumpkin: his hair matches his eyes and his clothes nicely
Next
Tokyo Files: . . . . . He looks like him
Beldam: he looks like a emo version of izana
Weird core: 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚜?
Uncanny valley: maybe I should die my hair white?
The other two just looked and then continued their conversation
𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝒊𝒆𝒍
ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴬᵈᵘˡᵗ! ᶜⁱᵉˡ ˣ ᴬᵈᵘˡᵗ! ᴳⁿ! ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ
ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ⁰.³ᵏ
ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ
ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴺᵉᶜᵏ ᴷⁱˢˢⁱⁿᵍ?
ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ ᶜⁱᵉˡ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵈᵃʸ.
The married life wasn't easy… both of you being young and a married couple, you were never exactly sure how to feel, but you were happy. You fell in love with him and he managed to fall in love with you. Maybe things hadn't started out in the best way but as time passed, you were sure you'd have a happy ending with him.
“Y/n.”
You glanced over at your husband who stood at the doorway looking at you, you smiled, you weren't having the best of days and you were honestly looking forward to this moment with him.
“Yeah?” You responded accordingly, Ciel took note of how long it had taken you to respond and he automatically knew something was wrong, he glanced behind him to check if his butler was hovering over him and upon seeing he wasn't he walked over to the bed where you sat and gave you a back hug.
“Are you okay?” He asked, concern filling every corner of his voice, which made you crack out a small smile. Throughout your time with Ciel you were never able to hear his concerned voice be directed at you, so hearing him talk to you with that pitch made you feel some sort of way.
“I'm okay Ciel, don't worry.”
Feeling his head which was now resting on your shoulder, he gave you a small nod in response to your comment. “Bad day?” He asked, at least wanting to have some justice to why you felt upset.
“Yes, just a bad day.”
Again, you felt his head nod in response to you. You both stayed in silence, feeling his breath touching your neck as he lightly kissed you, unwilling to trigger any of your defensive system and wanting to let you relax.
That was what married life with Ciel was like…
Quiet, peaceful, and although you always had disagreements. You would always fix them before you went to bed.
Late Night (Early Morning) Calls
Hinata Shouyou x Kageyama Tobio
Genre: pure fluff!
Warnings: Contains manga spoilers
i was smiling like an idiot the entire time i was writing this. i loves these two volleyball dorks SO MUCH. they are my otp :') this fic just makes so happy i can't-
Shouyou tapped his finger lightly on the keyboard, growing impatient with each passing second. His laptop screen was the only light source in his dark room. He squinted and decided to turn on the blue light filter. He didn't want to ruin his eyesight.
"Idiot-yama pick up the call," he murmured.
After seconds that felt like an eternity, the blue-haired, blue-eyed setter, best friend (lover?) appeared on the screen. The messy state of his hair and his groggy eyes said that he had just woken up. Not spotting the collar or sleeves of a shirt, Shouyou realized Kageyama was shirtless. He leaned and looked down as if he could see Kageyama in his shirtless glory. Shouyou mentally kicked himself.
"Sleepy-yama finally woke up!"
"Shut up, dumbass." He yawned and scratched his head. "Shouldn't you be asleep? What's the time there?"
Shouyou turned and picked up his watch from the bedside table. Light from the laptop screen helped him read the time. "It's around 2:45."
Kageyama frowned. "Go to sleep. We can talk some other time."
"Is that worry Kageyama? You worry about me?" The red head wiped a fake tear. Teasing him was the best, after volleyball of course.
Kageyama only tch-d to Shouyou's dismay. The camera moved and now Kageyama seemed to be walking. His room was well organized and clean, unlike Shouyou's, which looked like it had been hit by a storm. The screen went black for a second after which Kageyama's kitchen came into view. It was small but pretty nonetheless. Sunlight seeped in through a window which was out of view. Shouyou's ears perked up when he heard a small meow.
"What was that? Is that a cat? Do you have a cat?" Kageyama having a cat was unbelievable. Kageyama and cat were two words that could never be put together. Shouyou started to think he was hallucinating due to lack of sleep.
However, his thoughts came to a stop when Kageyama entered the camera's view cradling a cat between his forearm and his side. The cat's ginger fur was a stark contrast to Kageyama's pale skin. Pale skin? Wait. Shouyou's eyes widened and his face started to heat up when he realized that the setter was still shirtless.
"God, yes. I have a cat," Kageyama sighed. He brought the cat near the camera. The red head's face was now as bright as his hair. A closeup of the setter's half naked body was not helping. And Shouyou did not burn the image to the back of his mind. Nope.
He gulped and hoped his voice wasn't weird when he spoke. "What's his name? You gave it a name right?"
"Of course!" Kageyama quipped. He looked away, hesitant. His face was light shade of red. (Was he blushing?) Shouyou thought it was because of the sunlight.
He grinned a teasing grin. "You named it something weird didn't you?" Knowing Kageyama, he probably named the cat Orange Milk.
"No, dumbass. I named him Haru. Haru as in sunshine."
Shouyou might be an idiot. He might also be a dumbass. But, he knew when people got really flustered. He knew how to make them blush really hard. (His time in Brazil had taught him a few things other than volleyball). Kageyama was blushing. He was rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact, a gesture Shouyou was all too familiar with.
Kageyama picked up Haru and brought him in front of the camera. Haru pawed at the screen and meowed. "He's saying hello... ? I don't know, I don't speak cat."
Haru was a cute cat. Shouyou liked him already. "Kageyama finally got a cat to like him? Unbelievable! The sky might as well have turned green."
Kageyama pouted. Hinata smirked when he noticed that Kageyama's face was as bright as Haru's fur. "It was getting lonely here," he said. "I wanted to get a pet but none of the animals would like me. Except this one. He started rubbing against my leg and wouldn't let go. So, I adopted him."
"Aw that's so sweet. I might cry."
They went silent after that. A comfortable one where they just sat and pretended to be near each other. Haru continued pawing at the screen, as if trying to touch Shouyou, who was sadly on the other side of the planet. Kageyama was the one to break the silence.
"When will you be back?"
Shouyou didn't answer right away. When exactly did he plan to come back? Was he ready? Was he better? Most important of all: had he caught up to Kageyama? He wasn't sure. Brazil was a nice place, filled with nice people and nice food and nice volleyball players. Playing beach volleyball everyday was like heaven to him.
But, Brazil wasn't home. It wasn't Miyagi, where he grew up with his sister, Natsu. He didn't have his family here. His friends weren't here, too. There were no meat buns, none of his teammates from Karasuno. There was no Kageyama.
No matter how the situation was, he had come to Brazil to get better. And, he wasn't leaving until he was.
"I'll be back when I have caught up to you. Then, I'll beat you for sure and you'll buy me ten meat buns."
Kageyama smiled. "Keep dreaming. I'll be the one to win."
Shouyou opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by the setter. "Get some sleep, dumbass. How can I play against you when you come back sleep-deprived and looking like a zombie."
"Bakageyama," Shouyou faked annoyance. He laughed and Kageyama did, too. After exchanging good nights and good mornings the two smiled at each other before cutting the call. Shouyou kept his laptop aside and flopped onto his bed. He rubbed his eyes and made a mental note to buy blue light filter glasses.
A huge smile danced on his lips when he remembered Kageyama's bright red face. Next time, Shouyou would definitely mess with Kageyama and make him blush till he looked like tomato. It was finally time to use the flirting skills Heitor had taught him. He let out a soft chuckle and rolled over onto his side.
He would train really hard, become better than everyone and then go back home. He would meet his family, friends and meet Kageyama and his cat Haru. Shouyou fell asleep with a smile on his face and dreamed of living with a certain setter and a certain cat that looked suspiciously like him.
Work by: @smolbean12
reblogs are appreciated :)
sexy chubby buff women with cool tattoos and piercings who are vaguely goth but more goblincore/cottagecore
this is how i imagine she looks while helping out camila in the garden- super casual summer tank top, not anything fancy- just sexy chubby buff woman
It’s been a minute since I posted haha. So started doing a script for the beginning of my story a month ago and so far it’s looking good. I also started a short timeskip story with the characters moved on in their life’s, but of course can’t forget the angst. For concept designs,it has been delayed and I’m not sure what I’m gonna do abt it. I’ve been reading light novels like durarara and the art is great might want to make my story into a comic don’t know. Anyways, good whatever time your reading this :]
(Miku shiba)
any actualizations on the JJK trio? We know how Yuji and Nobara look now, but still no clue of Megumi- er, sorry, Meguru (also, funny how the name's meaning remains even with changes)
Hmm... well, looking at a picture of them from those days, Yuuji-sensei is taller now. WAAAAY taller.
ℍ𝕖'𝕤 𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟, 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕨…
And Nobara-san has different clothes, new haircut, and also said something about 'scar removal'... though I don't think she removed it all.
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕒𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕠… 𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕀𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤. Now Meguru-san... he let his hair grow and tied it back? Both Yuuji-sensei and Nobara-san said his hair resembled his sister's, though Maki-san pointed his fringe is more like his long-gone dad...
ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕥, 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝔸𝕊 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕨 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕… 𝕐𝕦𝕦𝕛𝕚 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 '𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟'.
I'm glad he told us about it already. Or more like Meguru-san got him to 'confess' after they came over with their protégés.
Onigiri Miya Tidbits Last Chapter
Title: the cherry on top
Genre: gen fic, reader insert
Word Count: 2.2k
Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.
disclaimer: manga spoilers
A/N: i know this is supposed to be a gen fic, but my gosh i couldn't stop the couple lines of fluff. if you're not into that stuff, i am not apologizing cause y/n deserves only the best (; feel free to skip those couple sentences or gush over it once :D
Previous///Masterlist
The summer air is buzzing with excitement for the Tokyo 2020 Summer Olympics. Banners of the big sports event line the streets above all of the shops and stalls. The year may be 2021, but it seems like the event’s delay only fueled the nation’s anticipation.
The street you’re walking down hasn’t changed much in the past three years since you last worked in the area, so it doesn’t take long for you to spot the familiar Onigiri Miya sign. Nostalgia overtakes your senses when you reach your destination and slide open the entrance to the restaurant.
“Welcome to-! Oh, hi!” Your cousin Kimura greets you as you walk in and then swiftly turns around. “Boss, she’s here!”
Osamu looks up from the counter and smiles when he makes eye contact with you. He doesn’t seem to be busy at the moment, so you both walk towards the back of the room to stand in front of one another.
He gives you a small pout. “It’s been a while. I missed you, (Name).”
“Osamu, we went on a date last week.” You giggle at his expression and place a hand on his cheek. The two of you instinctively lean towards one another and share a sweet kiss. After parting, you look up at him to continue the conversation. “The Olympics is less than two weeks away. Of course, I’m gonna be busy. You know, ‘cause that’s like a big thing for sports? And, my job is also kind of big on sports?”
“I knooww, but you’ve been so busy with work,” Osamu whines.
“I just happened to get my job right before one of the biggest sports events in Japan. You can blame Kuroo-san for that.” You remember when you had called Kuroo a couple days after your graduation asking if he could still hook you up with a job offer. It didn’t even take a minute for him to pass the phone to one of his superiors. You’re still shocked to this day on how you were able to secure a job after how much you stuttered in that call. If he hadn’t helped you get your job, Kuroo would’ve been on your hit list.
“Speaking of jobs and sports, I’ll let you in on a little tidbit.” Osamu places a hand next to his mouth as if he were about to tell you some big secret. “I heard there’s a super competent sports nutritionist working with the men's’ national volleyball team.”
A laugh escapes your lips as he mentions your occupation. “Really? I’ve heard her say that Onigiri Miya is her favorite restaurant of all time and that she’s dating the owner.”
“Lucky girl.” Osamu shifts his legs so that he’s able to lean against the counter. “What made you choose being a sports nutritionist again? You originally applied for your program ‘cause you wanted to be an exercise physiologist, right?”
“My program had a pretty broad range of studies and all of the students were able to have some exposure to a bunch of professions before we ultimately had to choose. An exercise physiologist seemed pretty cool, but I really loved the dynamic of a sports nutritionist and how they work with athletes. And, I don't know, I guess sports and food just clicked?” You shrug your shoulders lightheartedly while Osamu nods his head in understanding.
Your conversation is cut off by your phone’s ringtone indicating an incoming call. When you look at the caller ID, you see Bokuto’s name with a silly picture of his nostrils that he had taken when he had given you his number. You take a seat on one of the counter chairs and give Osamu a confused look when he sits down next to you. “Aren’t you in the middle of work right now?”
Osamu shrugs his shoulders. “It’s been a slow day, and the few customers here are doing alright. I’m curious about how they treat you now.”
With a simple nod, you slide your finger over your screen to answer the call with an automatic greeting, “Hey, Bokuto-san. Did something happen?”
“(Surname)-chan!” Bokuto’s exclamation causes you to wince at the loudness. “I have a question!”
“What’s your question?”
There’s a brief rustling noise on the other end before Bokuto replies. “I know we’re supposed to be on a pretty strict diet, but Mori-Mori brought some tasty jelly snacks! Can I eat some?”
You sweatdrop at the childish inquiry. “Yeah, that’s fine. Ask Komori-san to bring some tomorrow as well.”
“Got it! Thanks, (Surname)-chan!”
Bokuto hangs up the call right after thanking you, and Osamu snickers at the interaction. “So, this is what it’s like being the nutritionist of the biggest volleyball team in the nation?”
“Oh, you have no-” You're interrupted by your phone’s ringtone once again. When you look at your screen, you see Bokuto’s name flash. With a sigh, you answer. “Hello?”
“(Surname)-chan! Yayaku brought some really delicious honey chips and I was wondering if I could eat those too? They look really good!” Bokuto asks fervently.
You bring a hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose. “Bokuto-san, you know you don’t have to ask me every time you want to eat something. I’m a nutritionist, not a mother. I just help you with your diet. Snacks are okay in moderation. I’m sure Yaku-san wouldn’t mind letting you have some.”
“That’s true…Okay, I won’t call you anymore today! Bye, (Surname)-chan!” Bokuto hangs up but not before you hear another voice in the background that screams ‘See? I told you!’.
Osamu finally lets out a hearty laugh as he watches you place your phone on the counter. “They sure keep you on your toes. Is work always like this?”
“Nah. They all have a pretty good amount of respect for me, so it’s actually really nice working with them most of the time. Although, I’ve had to wrangle in some of the guys before they did anything stupid.”
“I'd imagine it’s been pretty hectic considering the people you’ve been working with.”
“It’s...definitely a strange dynamic. Most of the guys on the team are pretty chill with a few exceptions. Atsumu’s the same as always, but at least I have Ojiro-san now to reel him in. Not to mention my co-worker, Iwaizumi-san, is a godsend.”
The man beside you raises an eyebrow at the unfamiliar name. “Iwaizumi? Can’t say I’ve ever heard of him before.”
“He’s the athletic trainer for the team. We work together to make sure everyone’s taking care of themselves.” You scroll through your phone and pull up a picture of your co-worker when he was helping some of the athletes with their stretches.
“Damn.” Osamu eyes the screen intently. “Should I be worried that he’ll steal you away from me?”
“Based on your reaction, I should be worried he’ll steal you away from me. Plus, apparently some of the guys have been secretly plotting for you and me to get together for the past three years and will make sure nothing gets in the way.”
You share another moment of laughter. You’re about to change the subject to ask him about the shop, but your phone rings for the third time today. When you check, you’re surprised to see a call from the man you were just talking about. “Speak of the devil.”
This time you answer with the speaker on so that Osamu can hear. “What’s up, Iwa-san?”
There’s a tired sigh from the other end before Iwaizumi finally speaks up. “They’re going insane over eating too many snacks, and they don’t want to get in trouble with you. It doesn’t matter what I tell them ‘cause they won’t listen to me. When are you coming back? I’m about to rip my hair out or punch someone.”
“I’ll be back in Tokyo by tomorrow, so you’re gonna have to hold them off until then.” You don’t hide the amused smile and Osamu audibly snickers.
“Oh, shit. Are you with someone? Sorry, to bother you on your day off,” Iwaizumi apologizes.
You let out a small noise of reassurance. “No, you’re good. I know it’s a handful to watch over them by yourself. You could probably get the coach to let them start a practice game or something to keep them distracted for the rest of the day.”
“Sounds good. Thanks, (Surname)-san. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
This time, you hang up the phone first and silence your ringer. When you face Osamu again, your heart flutters at the way he’s staring at you. He has one hand squishing into his cheek from being propped up on the counter making his face rounder, and his gaze is soft. He’s going to be the death of you.
“S-so, any news on the shop? I kind of miss working here. We went through quite a lot of...interesting experiences.” You curse at yourself silently for stuttering, but it seems like Osamu doesn’t think too much of it.
“Not really. We have been getting a lot more customers but nothing too crazy. It was honestly the craziest when you were around,” Osamu responds. For the next couple minutes, you both reminisce over the year you worked at Onigiri Miya with a couple added thoughts from the two of you.
Your first day of work. (“I’m sure Bokuto-san has figured out his taxes by now, right?”)
When you met Atsumu. (“Really? He told me you knocked over the eggs.”)
The MSBY welcome party for Hinata. (“I never let them into the shop with any form of alcohol after that. Even Sakusa-san’s sanitizers are a hazard.”)
When you met your favorite Youtuber. (“He won’t let me pay for his patreon. He just keeps giving me stuff for free! No, I’m not complaining.”)
The Shiratorizawa alumni reunion. (“I really didn’t mean to kick him that hard.”)
Meeting the Schweiden Adlers. (“Hey, don’t laugh at me. I admired Romero-san just as much as you admired Kozume-san.”)
Meeting Osamu’s high school friends. (“Yeah, I was jealous when Kita-san gave you his sweater.”)
The MSBY promotion day. (“Oh, stop pouting. It was an accident, Osamu. I always remembered to lock the door while changing after that.”)
When you were stuck because of a storm. (“A month? You had that hoodie in the back room for a month??”)
The big game day. (“Wow. You had yourself a whole harem- ow! That was a joke!”)
Your last day of ‘work’. (“I still have the card you gave me on my nightstand. Means a lot to me.”)
As you’re wrapping up your trip down memory lane, a phone suddenly rings. It can’t be yours since you’ve silenced it, and your suspicions are confirmed when Osamu takes out his phone from his pocket. He doesn’t seem to recognize the number, but answers in case it’s for work. “Hello? Miya Osamu speaking.”
A familiar voice shouts into the phone from the other end. “‘Samu! I wanna ask (Name)-chan something. I know she’s with you!”
“‘Tsumu? Who’s phone are you calling from?” Osamu asks.
“I...borrowed Yaku-san’s phone for a bit. (Name)-chan isn’t answering my calls, and I know you wouldn’t answer if you saw my number,” Atsumu whines. “Why is (Name)-chan ignoring my calls?!”
At your confusion, you pull out your phone. Surely enough, there are 3 missed call notifications from Atsumu. You and Osamu give each other a look of understanding before Osamu directs his attention back to his phone. “Because she has better taste in men. Don’t call again while she’s with me. Ask her tomorrow.”
“What?! I want to talk to her right now- gah! Yaku-san-!” The call cuts off right after you hear the blonde’s outcry. (He probably got caught by the libero and is going through hell right now. Rest in peace, Miya Atsumu.)
Once the call disconnects, the screen flashes back to Osamu’s lockscreen and a warm feeling encompasses you when you see that it’s the picture that you took on the day of the Adlers vs. MSBY game. “Your lockscreen is still that old picture?”
The male looks at his phone fondly. “Yeah, I couldn’t let it go. Yours is still the one from our first date, right?”
You nod your head and turn on your own lockscreen. As he said, it’s a picture of when you went on your first date to a food festival in Hyogo. Wide smiles adorn your faces while an ungodly amount of street food hangs from your arms. It was a good memory.
You wish there was more time to talk with Osamu, but it seems like the world is still against you when a large group of teens walk into the restaurant to order food. Kimura sends a look towards his boss and Osamu nods his head in acknowledgement. You both stand up from your seats and turn to face each other.
“Looks like our time’s up,” Osamu comments. He takes your right hand and pulls it up to brush against his lips dramatically. “Do you think the pretty lady in front of me might want to go for some dinner together after I close up later tonight?”
“Osamu, we’ve been dating for 6 months.”
“Then, I’ll take that as a yes?”
“I’ve got a little tidbit for you.” You peck his lips with a chaste kiss. “It’s a yes.”
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tidbit:
1. a small piece of tasty food
2. a small piece of pleasing or interesting information
A/N: and that’s a wrap! thank you guys for all the support for this series for the past couple months! i know the updates were a bit wonky, but you guys were very patient with me, and i appreciate it! next time i write a series, i promise to plan ahead of time hehe
I’ll probably start focusing on some more oneshots while i write up a new series so i wont disappear for too long (no promises cause im a sporadic writer) there will be more bnha and haikyuu though!
thanks again for all the love and i hope y’all were able to find some comfort in my writing. ‘til next time!
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Onigiri Miya Tidbits BONUS Chapter
Title: August 14, 2022
Genre: gen fic, reader insert
Word Count: 3.3k
Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.
disclaimer: manga spoilers
A/N: IM BACK WITH A BONUS CHAPTER. FURUDATE FEEDING THE NEEDY SO I DECIDED TO DO THE SAME. enjoy the utter chaos that ive manifested with my self-indulgent intrusive thoughts
Previous///Masterlist///ao3
You let out a sigh of relief as the hot and humid summer air is replaced with the chill of Ota City General Gymnasium’s fresh air conditioning as you walk indoors. The sweltering August heat often makes you feel sluggish and uncomfortable, so you’re grateful that you don’t have to be standing outside for the whole day. Bless indoor volleyball.
The person walking next to you lets out their own relieved sigh as they wipe a few beads of sweat from their forehead. You let out a small chuckle as you compare your comfy t-shirt and jeans to your companion’s attire. “No one said you had to wear a whole button-down and vest combo to the game.”
Kuroo lightheartedly rolls his eyes at your comment. “Not everyone has a day off like you, (Name)-chan. I organized this whole event, so I’m still on the job. Gotta keep up my professional look to make sure everyone knows of my hard work.”
“I will admit I’m pretty impressed by how you managed to get everyone here today.” You remember the day Kuroo had called you from Brazil to ask for a favor. He had wanted you to recruit Aran and Suna in person since you happened to have been nearby where they were practicing at the time. Technically, it wasn’t really your place to do so, but the man had seemed so desperate and you caved when he had told you his flight to Japan had been delayed for twelve hours. “Traveling the world really paid off, huh.”
The businessman shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly and gives you a smug smile. “What can I say? I’m a master at motivating.”
“More like a master at manipulation.”
“That’s a bit of a fancy word for it, so I’ll stick with what I came up with.”
“Right.”
The both of you make your way towards the main gym while trying your best to avoid the large crowds of excited people. You’re about to walk up the steps to find a good spot to sit down and watch the game, when Kuroo stops you by placing a hand on your arm. You look at him curiously when he digs into his pockets and takes out a plastic card attached to a lanyard.
“I pulled some strings to get you this special pass to watch the game from the court. All you have to do is flash this at the security guards at the barriers and they’ll let you in. I’ve already let both supervisors on each team know to expect you, so you’re free to sit alongside the other players on the bench,” Kuroo explains.
Your eyes widen once you finish processing what the man had just said. “Is that even allowed?”
“Like I said, I was able to pull a few strings with the event organizers. This game technically isn’t official since it’s mostly for promotions, so there aren’t any issues with it.” Kuroo smirks in amusement. “Plus, you’re not just any fan or civilian. You’re a very valuable and well-known sports nutritionist.”
You definitely weren’t too far off in labeling him as a skilled manipulator. His tactics are well thought out. Was it working on you too? Perhaps.
You take the pass from him and place it around your neck. “I really appreciate this. It would be incredible to watch this game from up close. Will you be joining too?”
Kuroo pats your shoulder in acknowledgement as he shakes his head. “Nah. I’m gonna be walking around making sure everything is running smoothly, so I probably won’t even be able to watch the full game sitting down. I’ll see you around.”
With that, the two of you say your goodbyes and part ways. By the time you reach the court, the volleyball players have already been introduced to the crowd and are waiting to warm up before the actual game. True to Kuroo’s words, the security guards don’t even bat an eyelash as they push aside one of the barriers for you to walk past after they recognize your pass.
The first person you make eye contact with just so happens to be one of your favorite coworkers standing off to the side with an exact replica of your pass hanging around his neck. “Hey, Iwaizumi!”
Said male gives you a small smile as you share a fistbump with each other in greeting. “I told you Hajime is just fine. I see you got yourself one of the special passes from our local con man too?”
You grin at the taller male. “Well, Hajime. We’ve definitely got some good connections.”
Before you could really start a proper conversation with the athletic trainer, a loud gasp fills the air and catches both of your attentions.
“(Surname)-chan?!”
Without even giving you a moment to react, a large, muscular body barrels towards your direction and practically slams their hands down onto your shoulders with familiar aggressive affection. You have to hold back a flinch when Bokuto leans to take a good look at your face.
Another shorter figure follows Bokuto from behind. Hoshiumi grins as he moves his head around his teammate’s broad shoulders to look at you. “Isn’t it your day off today, (Surname)-san?”
“Yeah, but I thought this game was too good to pass up on. I haven’t seen some of you since the Olympics,” you reply as you slowly peel Bokuto off your body but lightly pat his head to let him know that you have nothing against him. “I was going to go up to the stands, but I got a pass to sit with you guys on the bench during the game.”
Bokuto’s eyes sparkle at your revelation. “That’s awesome! You can come sit on Team B’s bench and watch all of our cool spikes!”
You’re just about to respond when two new voices interrupt you once again.
“Now, why would (Surname)-chan sit on the loser’s side of the court?”
“She would be much more comfortable sitting on Team A’s side of the court. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
Two tall shadows loom behind you, but the tone of the voices have already given you a good idea as to who they may be. When you turn around, Oikawa and Atsumu stand side by side smiling threateningly at Bokuto and Hoshiumi.
Ah, shit. Here we go again.
“What makes you say that we’re the losing team, hah?! We’ve clearly got the stronger players, so (Surname)-san would prefer to be with the strongest.” Hoshiumi gives his opponents his signature sneer.
Atsumu glares back with confidence. “In that case, (Name)-chan would prefer to be with us. Plus, she has good taste, so the obvious choice is Team A.”
Your heart starts to drop into your stomach when you see some pointed stares from the crowd at the little group gathered around you. It seems like…whatever this is has attracted the attention of quite a few people including the other players on the court.
“Is that (Surname)-chan?”
You let out a sigh of defeat when you hear a few more footsteps scrambling over to your direction. The last thing you want to do is risk being kicked out for being a distraction to the players, but alas, nothing really seems to go your way when it comes to these chaotic volleyball players.
You’re bombarded by more familiar faces and they each greet you in their own unique ways whether it be a friendly wave or a simple nod. Hinata is the first to speak up, “Hiya, (Name)-chan! What’s going on?”
You relay the whole situation for everyone to hear, fully expecting them to brush off the silliness with a shared lighthearted laugh. What you didn’t expect was the spike in tension in the air.
Kageyama steps forward with his typical stoic expression, but there’s a hint of competitiveness in his stare. “It’s true, though. Team B is the winning team.”
Hinata sports a determined look and faces his rival. “We’ll see about that, Kageyama! I’ll defeat you today and even the score to 1,657 wins!”
Goshiki stands proudly behind Hinata. “That’s right! We’re going to win with the beautiful, (Surname)-san, on the bench with us!”
As if appearing out of thin air, Yamamoto slots himself in the conversation as well. “I think you mean the gorgeous, (Surname)-san, is going to sit on the bench with Team B!”
Alrighty, time to move on. You spot two of your favorite liberos and quickly shuffle away from the new problematic group.
“Komori-san! Yaku-san!”
The two males give you sweet smiles that drastically lowers your stress level. They’ve always had a much more mature demeanor compared to their previous teammates, and you can’t help but appreciate their level headedness whenever you start feeling overwhelmed. You raise both of your hands to give them a high five and they respond happily.
“Seems like you’re in high demand, (Surname),” Yaku jokes.
You shake your head in mild disappointment. “I can’t seem to catch a break even on my day off.”
“I can’t blame them though. You are pretty reliable.” Komori bashfully rubs at his neck. “There are very few people in the world that can stabilize their chaotic mess.”
The shorter libero laughs heartily in agreement. “Yeah, even the teams for today aren’t spared. Team B’s got the loudmouths Bokuto, Hoshiumi, and Yamamoto.”
“I’d take loud and boisterous over dramatic and sly. It’s either bickering between Miya-san and Oikawa-san or underhand comments by Suna-san and Kiyoomi. There’s really no end to it,” Komori sighs.
“You’re telling me. Team B would definitely benefit greatly from (Surname)’s presence,” Yaku supplies.
Komori’s smile twitches. “I think Team A would really appreciate (Surname)-san’s calming aura more or they might break out in a fight or something. That would really mess up the flow of the game for both teams.”
Yaku narrows his eyes. “No way. Ushijima and Kageyama were talking about charcoal in the locker rooms with the most stoic expressions I’ve ever seen on a person and next to them, Bokuto was spouting nonsense left and right. There’s definitely only one brain cell in my entire team, so (Surname) should definitely sit with us.”
“Well, Kiyoomi almost pepper sprayed Goshiki when he stepped a little too close for comfort and ended up running into Hinata who ended up accidentally tripping Ojiro-san all while Suna-san recorded everything on his phone for blackmail.” Komori’s smile is visibly strained as he takes a deep breath. “So, (Surname)-san can substitute for the lack of brain cells when she sits with us.”
Cue your nth sigh of the day. You’re slowly losing the little faith you had in these men. The two liberos continue to ramble about their respective, troublesome teams and don’t even notice when you start to walk away.
You hear a strange strangled noise and turn your head in that direction only to find Iwaizumi, who had somehow migrated to a spot near Team A’s bench, hunched over with puffed up cheeks. He had clearly been holding in his amusement for who knows how long, but once you make eye contact, the athletic trainer bursts out in laughter. The people around him glanced at him strangely for a moment before shrugging their shoulders and going about their own business.
If you weren’t in such a public area, you would’ve definitely flipped him off. In the middle of rolling your eyes, you bump into two very solid objects…or rather people. There’s a hand on both of your shoulders to keep you from falling backwards and when you look up, Ushijima and Sakusa are staring down at you.
You wait with bated breath at what kind of nonsense they might come up with to get you on their side of the court. However, you find yourself blinking owlishly at them when they both just simply pat your shoulder almost sympathetically before walking back to their respective benches. That seemed to have been the last straw in completely defeating your last ounce of patience.
“This is ridiculous.” You start walking back to the way you entered the court and get ready to ask the security guards from before to kindly let you out of your misery. You’ve made the decision to just simply go back upstairs to the stands and watch the game far away from any volleyball-athlete-tainted grabby hands. Maybe you’ll even get the chance to watch the game with Kenma if you find him quick enough.
And, of course, the universe decides to give you the exact opposite of what you wanted when you feel a hand grab onto your left wrist. Hoshiumi had been the one to grab you and is now pulling your body towards Team B’s bench. “Let’s go, (Surname)-san! These guys don’t know what they’re talking about!”
Just as you’re about to tell him that you’re planning on leaving instead, a much larger and calloused hand grasps onto your right wrist. This time, Atsumu was the one to seize you from the other side and is also tugging in the opposite direction, effectively stopping you and Hoshiumi in your tracks. “Now, now, little one. I’m taking (Name)-chan to where the adults are, so let go.”
Hoshiumi’s face reddens at the little jab at his height and a newfound strength seems to overwhelm him. You let out a yelp when the white haired outside hitter yanks your arm and even starts dragging Atsumu with his heels digging in the ground. For someone that’s not much taller than you, he’s a lot stronger than you expected.
Oikawa has also entered the fiasco again and grabs onto the crook of your elbow to help Atsumu tug you to Team A’s bench. “We’ve had enough fun. You’ve had more time with (Surname)-chan in Japan, so let us spend some time with her!”
By now, you can practically feel the curious looks from a large portion of the audience from the floor as well as the stands. To make matters worse, the volleyball players seemed to have completely forgotten that this game is a very public event that’s supposed to be shown on live television. You make the effort to ignore the large cameras starting to point in your direction before you actually burst from anxiety.
“Oh, boy! This looks kind of fun!”
You look up at the ceiling for a couple seconds to silently curse at the universe as Bokuto joins the human-centered tug-of-war battle. However, instead of grabbing onto you, the enthusiastic male grabs onto Hoshiumi sides. The shorter of the two outside hitters starts cackling intensely as Bokuto unintentionally grips onto the most ticklish portion of his body. Hoshiumi’s hold on your wrist loosens completely which causes you to fling right into Atsumu and Oikawa.
Your body twists around in the air until your back hits Oikawa’s chest and Atsumu hugs your arm possessively.
“Ha! We win!” Atsumu yells in victory as Oikawa sticks his tongue out childishly. The two laugh together comically and your head slumps in mental exhaustion when a sudden eerie chill fills the air. Hoshiumi and Bokuto have terrified expressions on their faces as they focus their eyes on something behind the three of you, while Atsumu and Oikawa instantly grow silent. You feel the two that are still latched onto you stiffen their entire bodies as a pair of arms encircle their shoulders.
“I’ll give you 2 seconds to take your hands off my girlfriend before I teach you who the real monster is in this generation.”
The deep timbre of Osamu’s voice rings through the air and even some of the onlookers have stopped breathing. Atsumu and Oikawa spring away from you as if your body was burning theirs and gulp nervously as the CEO of Onigiri Miya stares them down.
You finally turn around and see your boyfriend out of his uniform and dressed in a comfortable shirt and shorts. His hair is a bit disordered from wearing his work hat all morning in the food truck, and he probably ran his hand through it several times to make it a bit more presentable but ultimately gave up. There are still some signs of sweat around his neck and his cheeks have a slight red tinge to them meaning he probably came straight here after work. The intense look in his eyes is a pretty big contrast to his usual calm expression, but you definitely notice how he softens when he looks down at you. “Hey.”
A blush makes its way onto your cheeks, and you can’t help the smile making its way onto your lips. “Hey.”
The matching smiles on your faces seems to be enough for everyone to finally breathe normally again.
“Let’s go sit. Warmups should be starting soon.” Osamu takes your hand into his and locks your fingers together. He chuckles when he sees your eyes questioningly trained on the lanyard around his neck. “Kuroo-san stopped by a while ago to give me a pass too. Said something about needing someone to make sure you don’t lose your sanity with these guys.”
“Then, I guess I’ll have to thank him later because I was just about ready to risk it all and get canceled on Twitter for putting a few famously attractive volleyball players in an embarrassing headlock.” You huff in exasperation.
When you look back towards Team A, you see Atsumu sulking on the bench with Aran patting him on the shoulder comfortingly while Suna looks to be recording the whole situation on his phone. Oikawa is equally sulking in the corner as Iwaizumi laughs until his face turns beet red.
Osamu leads you to Team B’s bench and Bokuto and Hoshiumi celebrate your presence without overstepping their boundaries this time around. The rest of the team greets you both amiably before making their way onto the court to finally start their warmups.
As you sit beside Osamu and watch all the players turn serious on the court, a huge contrast to their wild personalities, a warm feeling encompasses your heart. It’s quite crazy to believe that all of these volleyball players from around the world have gathered today to simply play together and tell everyone about the sport once again. Sitting here feels like you’re reliving the memories of your time working at Onigiri Miya and meeting everyone. Many of the friends you made along the way are standing before you doing what they love with bright expressions on their faces as if there are no current concerns in the world or responsibilities for tomorrow.
There’s no need to think about the future or worry about what comes after because what matters right now is getting absorbed by the fun and enjoying the sport called haikyuu.
Leftovers
“My what did what, now?”
Osamu looks at you dumbfounded by what you had just told him while scrolling through social media.
“Your fansites grew after the game,” you repeat. “In fact, they’ve apparently tripled in size after you showed up and threatened the guys on live television. People have now labeled you as one of the ‘hot volleyball guys’ and now Onigiri Miya fans are keeping track of all the games you go to.”
“That’s…a little freaky, not gonna lie.”
“Well, you did show up looking like the hottest man alive, so I kind of get it.” You laugh as your teasing flusters him.
Osamu walks over and joins you on the couch you're currently lounging on and places his arms around you in a gentle embrace before kissing your temple lovingly. “As long as they don’t get in the way of our relationship, then I guess it’s fine for now.”
“As if anything will be more of a nuisance than Atsumu,” you reply.
Your boyfriend chuckles in agreement. “You’re definitely right about that.”
A/N: i dont plan on writing any more chapters for this series (unless furudate brings out more crumbs for me to pick up off the ground with my bare hands) thank you for loving this series and i hope this surprise chapter was able to make you smile! :D
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Cat-egory: Love (Kuroo x Reader)
Summary: In which you enjoy working at a cat café and Kuroo enjoys your company.
Genre: fluff, slice of life, timeskip (but no heavy spoilers!)
Word Count: 4.9k
A/N: a quick haikyuu oneshot that had me rolling on floor :D i decided to just post it on both tumblr and ao3 since it’s not too long, so read on whatever platform you please :)))
read on ao3
You’re quite proud of the quaint little cat café you opened up a few months back near the outskirts of Tokyo. All of the customers love the arrangements of pastries and cookies complementing the many types of coffees and teas that you sell. To top it off, there are six different cats roaming around the shop to keep anyone and everyone company during their stay.
It’s near the end of the work day, only an hour left before closing, and you’ve just handed off the last muffin available to a kind elderly woman. You sweetly smile at her and let out a huff of breath once she leaves. Normally, you work with one other coworker, but they had called out for about a month or so last week due to a family emergency. You were pretty confident that you would be able to take care of everything on your own since your café was pretty small with a limited menu, but it’s still been a pretty rough couple days.
Just as you’re contemplating on sitting down for a quick break, the bell above the door rings signaling that a customer has entered. With your best customer service smile plastered on your face, you turn towards the approaching individual.
“Welcome to Cat-alyst!”
A tall, attractive man confidently walks up to the counter dressed in a sleek, grey suit that catches the attention of a few customers from their tables. Despite the professional outfit and posture, what probably stands out the most is his gravity-defying spiky, black hair that could pass as bed head. The dichotomy is actually quite charming in your opinion.
It takes everything in you to avoid ogling at the sharpness of the man’s jawline or the broad shoulders fitted perfectly into his jacket. “What would you like to order today?”
“I’ll take a black coffee and a danish pastry with custard filling.”
He pays with his card and you hand him his pastry. “Name for your order?”
“Oh, it’s K-”
Before the man could finish, he suddenly freezes in place and quickly looks down near his feet. It seems he was startled by one of the cats rubbing up against his leg.
You laugh and lean against the counter to look down on the black Bombay cat that has yet to move away from your customer. “Kuro! What are you doing all the way over here?”
The man’s head snaps up in your direction with wide eyes.
“Sorry about that. He’s not usually this affectionate with newcomers,” you comment as you turn your attention back to the customer. “What did you say your name was?”
The black haired male strangely hesitates for a moment before sporting a suspicious smirk. “Tetsurou.”
“Alrighty, Tetsurou. I’ll let you know when your drink is ready.”
You think you see a small tinge of pink on his cheeks, but it’s gone just as quickly as it appeared. Must’ve been your eyes playing tricks on you again. It’s been a long day.
He walks to the side and the cat follows him. The feline takes this chance to quickly climb the male’s long figure all the way onto his shoulders and simply drapes around his neck comfortably. You’re too busy with the order to notice him subtly sneezing into his arm a few seconds later.
You cap off the black coffee and smile as you hold out the drink. “Tetsurou!”
He pockets his phone and scratches your cat’s ears leisurely as he takes his coffee with his free hand.
“Why don’t you take Kuro with you while you sit? He’s always been my favorite too.” You reach up to gently pet the cat and he purrs at the attention. “Kuro’s such a good boy.”
This time, you definitely catch the man’s cheeks blossoming in a brilliant shade of red and he refuses to make eye contact with you.
“R-right. I’ll just, um, take him with me. Right now.”
You’re not sure what made him so flustered, so you just shrug your shoulders and get back to work as he walks away to one of the nearby tables without another word.
The next half hour goes by slowly as fewer and fewer customers stop by for the day. The man you know as Tetsurou sneaks a few glances in your direction when he thinks you’re not looking and you try not to act like you notice. It’s a bit difficult to do that though when his glances are accompanied by slightly watery eyes and not-so-subtle sniffles. You’ve seen more than a handful of people having the same reaction when they visit your café for more than a couple minutes.
Is he…allergic?
You’re wiping off one of the tables nearby when you see him stand up and throw away his empty cup. You cringe a bit when his voice comes out a bit nasally as he speaks to the black cat that’s still lounging next to him. “Sorry, little guy. I have to go now.”
Putting your cleaning rag to the side, you dig into your apron pocket and pull out a packet of tissues that you keep with you for emergencies. “Here, take one. Are you alright? You don’t seem to be having the best time of your life coming to a cat café with allergies.”
“No worries. I’m just fine and dandy,” he replies before sniffling once more for emphasis. He still takes a tissue gratefully and your hands briefly brush against each other. His hand is significantly larger than yours and there’s a warmth to them that almost makes you want to never let go. But alas.
Before you could pull back, he quickly grabs something from his back pocket and places it onto your palm. Based on the size and shape of the object, you don’t even have to look down to realize that he had just handed you his business card. His sharp eyes squint at something on your uniform before grinning. “I like your naming sense. See you around, (L/N).”
He turns to leave while you’re still dumbstruck by his sudden words and blinding smile. The chime of the bells above the door snap you out of your trance and the last thing you see is his back beyond the glass. You finally take the time to look down at the business card and read the text.
“Oh.”
His name is Kuroo.
It hasn’t even been 24 hours since you met human Kuroo, so you’re surprised to see him back at the café so soon. He walks in his all-suited glory once again an hour before closing, eyes searching for you expectedly.
You give him a smile that’s a bit more genuine than the one from yesterday as he walks towards the counter. “You’re back.”
“Indeed, I am. I’ll have a black coffee and a chocolate croissant today,” Kuroo responds.
“I got you.”
Similarly to yesterday, your cat Kuro runs up to the tall male and doesn’t hesitate to greet him with head rubs.
“It seems like Kuro…um…that might be a bit confusing.” You twirl a piece of your hair as you sweatdrop at the predicament.
The businessman chuckles. “Tetsurou is just fine.”
His words catch you a bit off guard, especially now that you know his full name, but you mentally tell yourself to calm down. You’re not some lovesick teenager that gets overly flustered by using someone’s first name. You’re both fully grown adults. “Then, (Y/N) is fine by me too.”
“Cool.”
“Cool.”
…
Shit.
“I’ll go get your coffee for you now.” Your words are mumbled as you quickly grab his desired pastry from the display and pass it to him, avoiding any eye contact. “Enjoy the croissant!”
Kuroo doesn’t utter another word and simply pets the Bombay cat and intentionally avoids making contact with his face. The feline tries to climb his human counterpart just like yesterday but is stopped by a persistent hand each time.
When you return to the counter with Kuroo’s coffee, you sigh at his failed attempt to stop a sneeze after you hand him the drink. “If you’re struggling so much, wouldn’t it make more sense to go to a different café? I’m sure black coffee isn’t that hard to come around.”
Kuroo brings a hand up to rub at his neck sheepishly. “I just…really like cats.”
His wistful tone makes you pause for a moment. There must be more to his stubbornness than you know, but hey, that’s none of your business. All you really need to do is make sure all of your customers are happy and satisfied. Although, a little teasing wouldn’t hurt.
“Are you sure you’re not allergic?”
“I’m paw-sitive.”
Cue your eye roll. Alright, that’s the end of that conversation.
You look at him for a moment and Kuroo meets your gaze curiously. “I can take Kuro off your hands for now while you get yourself a seat. Do you mind waiting for a bit? I’ll be right back.”
The man looks like he wants to ask you something but stops himself and simply nods his head. You quickly take your black cat to the back room and gently pick up one of the cats that have been resting on the cat tower. Kuroo raises an eyebrow as you walk towards him with a brown cat that he hasn’t met yet.
“This little friend is Chestnut. She’s a Burmese cat and they’re known for being hypoallergenic,” you explain as you place Chestnut into Kuroo’s arms. “You can hang out together for as long as you’d like and you shouldn’t have any issues.”
Kuroo looks at you with stars in his eyes. “Thanks. I really appreciate it, (Y/N).”
“Anytime, Tetsurou.” You give him a warm smile. “Let me know if you need anything.”
Kuroo stays in the café until closing and he’s significantly less red-eyed and sniffly than yesterday when he finally stands to leave. He’s the last customer inside, so you’re a little less embarrassed to walk up to him and tell him what’s been sitting on your mind since yesterday. “I can text you a list of antihistamines that you can take the next time you come by. You’ll be able to pet Kuro and some of the other cats if you’d like?”
Kuroo smirks. “Is this your way of asking for my number, (Y/N)?”
“You already gave me your number, genius.” You roll your eyes and fish out his business card that you’ve conveniently kept in your apron since the day before.
The man’s ears flush red at your words and scratches his cheek awkwardly. “Right. Then, I guess I’ll be waiting for your text.”
Your heart flutters at the prospect of him looking forward to a message from you, even if your original intention was just to send him medication recommendations. Jeez, that sounds lame.
But, with the way he warmly winks at you before leaving gives you a little hope for something more.
For the rest of that week, Kuroo visits all of the days you’re open and you can tell he’s been taking the antihistamines you told him about because of how well he’s interacting with all the cats. He’s pretty adamant about stopping by your shop at the same time every day too and you assume he stops by after work.
It’s now the middle of the third week since his first visit and Kuroo hasn’t shown up for a few days. You’re a bit worried at his sudden absence, but something stops you from texting him to see how he is. You’re still not really sure where your relationship lies and you’ve never met up outside of the café.
You’re just about to start putting up the chairs when the bell above the door rings behind you. Without turning around, you muster up an irritated greeting, “Welcome to Cat-alyst! We literally close in like 5 minutes.”
You hear a familiar burst of laughter come from the customer that just entered and it causes you to snap your attention towards the door. Sure enough, Kuroo is standing by the door in his suit, but something seems a bit different. You’ve become so used to his neat outer appearance that it catches you off guard when you notice his disheveled form. His jacket unevenly sits over a coffee-stained button down and his slacks are slightly wrinkled. His bed head seems even more chaotic than usual, so he’s definitely had a long day, if not week.
“Yeah, you’re right. My bad. I can stop by next time,” Kuroo responds apologetically.
He’s just about to turn around when your voice cuts him off. “W-wait! Um…it’s okay. I can get you something to drink and let you hang out for a bit. You look like you might need it.”
“I wouldn’t want you to work overtime just for me. I’d be staying past closing.”
You wave off his concern. “I don’t mind. Let me just finish taking care of some chores and we can just chill? I’ll even grab myself a drink too.”
Kuroo gives you a hopeful smile. “Sure.”
As you flip the open sign around and make your drinks, Kuroo walks over to an empty table. You get slightly distracted when he takes off his suit jacket and places it on the back of the chair before sitting down and crossing his legs. He pulls up his sleeves and cuffs them near his elbows. His fit, yet slim body almost makes you swoon and the veins running along his forearms have never looked more appealing on anyone else.
When Kuroo suddenly looks up, you let out a small noise of embarrassment for getting caught staring and quickly get back to focusing on the drinks. If you had looked up one more time, you would’ve noticed his smirk accompanied by reddened cheeks.
With two warm mugs in your hands, you head over to Kuroo who’s now petting both Yuki, the white Ragdoll, and Shark, the grey Russian Blue. When you place his mug on the table, he thanks you.
You sit across from him. “Long day?”
“It was shit,” Kuroo replies. He takes the mug into his hands and stares down into the liquid that most definitely does not look like his usual coffee.
You look away nervously. “It’s a decaf green tea. You didn’t specify what you wanted and I thought it might be good to go without so much caffeine for the night.”
He takes a sip of the tea and hums with content. “It’s good. I probably should lay off the caffeine a bit, especially after work.”
The two of you take a moment to relax a bit in the comfortable silence as you enjoy your respective teas while the cats lay across the floor. Despite the tranquil atmosphere, you have a strong desire to converse more with Kuroo and listen to his witty, yet kind words. “So tell me, what’s got you so exhausted this fine evening? Spill the tea if you will.”
Kuroo chuckles at your choice of words and you think you like that sound a lot. “Just an asshole coworker that’s lacking in docosahexaenoic acid.”
“Says the guy with a cat allergy that decided to frequent a cat café.”
“Shh. I thought we were past that.” Kuroo feigns offense before shifting his expression to one that was significantly softer. “Plus, I’m not just here for the cats.”
“Oh?” Your cheeks flush at the insinuation. “Care to explain?”
“Well, I have a day off tomorrow and I know you’re closed on Thursdays, so maybe I could tell you more if you let me take you out for lunch?” He runs a hand through his hair with confidence, but the slight twitch in his eyebrow gives away his nervousness.
You already know what your answer is going to be, but you purposefully place a hand under your chin as if you were still contemplating on a decision. You hold back a laugh when you see Kuroo shift in his seat with anticipation.
“I’d love to.” You place your hands back on your mug to distract your attention from the warmth on your cheeks to the warmth in your fingers instead.
Kuroo’s smile widens at your words. “Great! There’s actually a nice onigiri place pretty close by. An old friend of mine is the owner and I think you’ll like the food.”
“Can we meet here and walk there together? I’d like to check up on the cats before we head out,” you ask.
“Fine by me.”
You smile.
“Then, it’s a date.”
You head over to the café about half an hour before your lunch date and step into the back room where all the cats rest during off hours. Chestnut and Yuki, who are already awake and roaming, come to greet you at the door. Shark and Kuro are playing with some toys, while your orange Persian cat, Carrot (aka Bastard), is still snoozing away in his bed. The only young kitten of your café, a Siamese cat named Almond, is nowhere to be seen, and you become a bit worried since he’s usually the first to greet you.
A muffled sneeze from one of the cat towers catches your attention and you look into one of the enclosed compartments. Sure enough, you see Almond laying on his side and he looks up at you lethargically. You bring a hand inside and carefully take him out. Now that you can see him in better lighting, you notice his inflamed eyelids and the discharge around his eyes. The poor baby looked sick.
Without another moment to lose, you quickly grab a small cat carrier and a few blankets before placing Almond inside and locking it up. You rapidly check up on the other cats to make sure they look healthy too. Afterwards, you call a taxi to come pick you up as you walk outside the café and lock the doors.
After you get in the taxi and give the address for the nearest vet, you remember that you were supposed to meet up with Kuroo soon. You curse under your breath at the situation and pull up his number on your phone.
The call rings once before he picks up. “Hey, I’m about 10 minutes away from the café. What’s up?”
“Hey, Tetsurou. I’m really sorry, but we’re going to have to cancel lunch. Almond got sick and I’m heading over to the vet right now. I know I might be overreacting a little, but he’s still so young, so I don’t want to risk it.”
“Oh, shit. No problem at all, (Y/N). Let me know if there’s anything you need and keep me updated if you can. I want to know if the little guy is okay.”
“Will do. Thanks, Tetsurou.” You hang up the phone just as the taxi pulls up to your destination. You pay the driver and quickly go through the process of admitting your kitten. Thankfully, today’s been a slow day, so the front desk is able to get the vet to check up right away without an appointment.
Once the vet gets a look at Almond, you’re finally able to let out a sigh of relief when they tell you that the kitten is experiencing a pretty common upper respiratory infection that can be treated at home. The vet sends you off with a couple medications and instructions that don’t seem too difficult to follow. It hasn't even been an hour since you left the café, but you’re already set to leave with Almond.
You call another taxi and make your way back to the café with a peaceful, sleeping kitten next to you but not before shooting a quick text to Kuroo about any updates on the situation. He doesn’t respond right away, so you just pocket your phone and look out the window.
During the drive, you can’t help but feel upset at the missed opportunity to spend time with the man that’s caught your interest, but you don’t feel comfortable leaving Almond alone, especially since you have to keep him isolated from the rest of the cats.
As the car approaches the café, your eyebrows raise in surprise when you see a tall figure standing in front of the entrance. There’s no mistaking that the lone person is the one and only Kuroo Tetsurou waiting for you and wearing casual clothes for the first time since you’ve met him. You’re so used to his formal attire that his casual wear makes you fall for his looks all over again. He’s wearing a black t-shirt with dark jeans and black running shoes. His hair is not as styled but still looks put together, and he just looks…ready for a date.
When you exit the taxi, you notice that he’s holding a plastic bag that has an unfamiliar logo with the name Onigiri Miya written on the bottom. The two of you make eye contact and stand in front of each other for a few moments.
Kuroo’s the first one to break the silence, “I know you said you didn’t want to leave the cats unattended and you probably haven’t eaten yet, so I thought I’d bring the lunch to you. If you’re still down?”
Your heart swells at the gesture and you find yourself unconsciously nodding your head with a smile. “Let me just take care of some things first and then we can dig in.”
Kuroo follows you inside the building and sets the food down as you let the other cats out in order to clean up any potentially contaminated items.
“Need any help?” Kuroo asks as he watches you run around to finish your tasks as soon as possible.
“No, it’s okay! I’m pretty much finished. You can- ah!” A yelp escapes your lips when one of the cats suddenly runs in front of your legs and you have to maneuver your body to the opposite direction. You were able to avoid stepping on the cat, but it caused you to lose your footing. Fortunately, you’re not falling for long when a strong pair of hands grasp onto your shoulders as your face bumps into a hard surface. You’re disoriented for another few seconds, but the arms around you keep you secure.
Once you catch your bearings, you turn your head towards the feline culprit. “Bastard! I told you not to run around like that.”
You can practically see the orange cat smirking as he gets comfortable in his usual spot on the cat tower.
A voice above you startles you out of your one-sided conversation. “I thought his name was Carrot?”
“That’s what I officially changed his name to when he was first brought here since I couldn’t have kids running around calling for ‘Bastard’. I still call him Bastard, though, since he’s a cheeky one.” You grin as you look up at Kuroo, but your smile quickly disappears once you realize what position you were in.
Kuroo’s arms have yet to leave your side and your chests are close enough to feel your racing heartbeats syncing up. The two of you are lost in each other’s gazes and his eyes occasionally flicker towards your lips. You both unknowingly lean closer until your faces are only a few inches apart. Your eyes flutter closed when you suddenly feel something furry against your mouth that most definitely does not feel like another pair of lips.
When you snap your eyes open, the first thing you notice is Kuroo’s close proximity and wide eyes looking just as confused as you were. When both look down, you see a small black paw slotted between your lips. Apparently, while you both were distracted, your Bombay cat had climbed on top of the man’s shoulders again and decided it would be a great day to be a menace.
With a little bit more awareness, you pull away from Kuroo with bright cheeks and the man’s own cheeks mirror yours. You point at the food sheepishly. “Maybe we should eat?”
“Y-yeah.”
You both sit across from one another and take an onigiri from the pile. You must have been hungrier than you thought because the moment you take a bite, the only thing that floods your mind is the delectable taste of a perfectly seasoned rice ball. “This is amazing.”
“Right? I’m really glad they opened up a shop in Tokyo. I always stopped by Onigiri Miya whenever I visited Miyagi,” Kuroo responds just as content with the taste.
“I’m guessing you bought these from the place we were supposed to have lunch at?”
“Yeah. I didn’t want you to miss out, so here we are.”
“We can’t seem to meet up anywhere away from this café, huh,” you comment humorously.
“Not a problem. We’ve got more opportunities to go out together in the future.” Kuroo smirks. “As a matter of fact, I’m free Sunday night, and I know a good ramen place for dinner.”
“I’d like that.” You then point your finger at him teasingly. “You sure you’re not allergic to ramen though?”
Kuroo snorts and pretends to make the gesture to slap your hand away but instead lightly grabs your hand and links your fingers together smoothly. The next hour is spent getting to know each other more and sharing stories of your lives. Throughout the whole time, your hands never stray far from each other.
At some point, you get up to brew some green tea and you both migrate to a carpeted part of the floor to sit closer to the cats. You opt to sit next to Kuroo, shoulder to shoulder, and your hands find his again.
Good food, good cats, and good company. Despite the slight mishap in the morning, you’d say this was a pretty good date.
One year later
Kuroo doesn’t come to the café every day, but he stops by enough that all of your regulars know him by name. The rest of the customers mainly know him as ‘that one tall, handsome man with the ridiculous bed head who’s dating the owner’. He still comes in near the end of work hours, but now that your coworker is back, you have more flexibility in spending time with him.
Today, Kuroo had texted you earlier that his meeting was being extended, so he probably wouldn’t be able to make it to the café. It’s now past closing time and your coworker had already left since you were in charge of locking up for the night. You’re sitting in the back room feeling a bit sad that you couldn’t see Kuroo today, but those feelings were immediately alleviated when feline Kuro jumps onto your lap and rubs his head against your chest in comfort.
Your heart melts at the cuteness and you pet him lovingly. “You’re right, Kuro. Who needs men when I have you?”
The black cat meows as if responding in agreement.
You bring him closer to your chest and nuzzle his face while cooing. “I love you, Kuro.”
The sound of a plastic bag dropping on the ground startles you and the cat on your chest jumps away in fright. Your head quickly turns towards the door and you see your boyfriend standing stock still, a familiar bag from Onigiri Miya sitting at his feet. He’s completely red from the bottom of his neck to the tips of his ears and he’s sporting an endearing expression on his face.
For a moment, you’re confused as to why he was so flustered, but you realize that it’s the first time he’s ever heard you say that special three word phrase. He’s said it to you a few times now, but he has yet to hear it from you directly. Technically, you hadn’t even said it to him directly this time, but…right. His name is Kuroo too.
“I-I meant the cat! My cat that is named Kuro! Black cat Kuro! Not that I wouldn’t say it to you, um…” Your rambling just seems to make the situation more awkward.
Kuroo is the first to recover and he walks over to where you are while holding out a hand for you to take, abruptly silencing you and lifting you to your feet. “No worries. You can say whatever you’d like whenever you’re ready, (Y/N).”
His gaze draws you in and before you know it, your lips meet his in a deep kiss. His hands come up to gently cup your face, while your arms latch onto his sides in a tight grip. He tilts his head more to draw you in even closer and his movements cause you to take a few steps back until your back hits the wall.
The sweet moment almost turns more desperate when something lightly paws at your leg.
You break from the kiss and look down to see all six cats surrounding the two of you and watching your every movement with their curious eyes. Almond is standing the closest and is also the one who interrupted you. You let out a small giggle. It seems you could never catch a break from them.
When you look back up at Kuroo, you see him already staring at you with a soft smile gracing his lips. His eyes are filled with so much adoration and affection that you can’t stop your next words.
“I love you, Tetsurou.”
Kuroo looks surprised for a moment before his expression shifts back to a wide grin.
“I love you too, (Y/N).”
A/N: enjoy my product placement for Onigiri Miya. my tidbits series is still wedged deep into the dark crevices of my soul (and if you haven’t read that yet, !!!!!)
Timeskip Kirishima and Bakugo fjskbfjsj ???? My headcanon is that after they graduated and become proheros they get a place together and 💍 because yes 🤡🤡 - kinda like the idea of Bakugo having a pretty serious growth spurt, reaching a height of 191cm??? The idea of him being tall and his anger stretching thinner with his body lol, I honestly wasn't a fan of bakugo at the start of the series but I do admired how much he has developed as a character fhjsjs Also kiri keeping his roots and only dying the ends 😔😔 him keeping it long enough to tie as well 😔😔 Feel like kiri would grow too but not much in terms of height (In my head maybe like 178cm) ?? He just gets beefier instead to make up for that 🤡🤡 I honestly feel like he doesn't really mind how tall he is because to him manliness isn't measured by height you know
I struggled so much trying to get kiri's eye shape right because his eyes are rounder than most characters I draw shjfjs also this is the first time I drew bakugo dhjsjdjs I think he turned out okay?????? He was so much easier to draw than kiri 😔😔😔😔 probably because I'm just more comfortable with drawing grumpy looking spiky haired boys??? Btw!! Background is from the anime? Jdjsjdjs, I just adjusted the colours a little to make it more cohesive with my drawing
Here’s an alternative version to the work!
