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⟅09.10.2024 — essa não é minha primeira capa delas, e infelizmente vejo que não mudou nada mudou com recursos de ambas: é pobre :') mas enfim, nada que um brasileiro não consiga fazer! Eu já tinha ideia do que queria pra essa capa, e as cores foram ótimas pra trabalhar, o que acabou comigo foi o título PORÉM eu fiquei muito satisfeito com o resultado :3 +1 capa (e se tudo der certo, vou anunciar minha singela surpresa semana, só jogando no ar..!)

LUCKY NUMBER #27

pairings: Tobio Kageyama x reader

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you felt your throat close up, it felt as if you were going to vomit everywhere. The same feeling you got when you first got your trainee contract but ten times worse.

Everytime you got a text from your brother you looked around, and around and around until he finally came into your sight with your mother and father. You couldn’t stop the corner of your lips from curling up into a smile, neither could you stop the small fountain of tears starting to pool in your eyes.

Sure you’ve called and FaceTimed your family but sometimes there would be weeks even months where you weren’t allowed to be in contact with them. You didn’t where they were at all and they didn’t know where you were or if you were even safe. 

It’s never felt so relieving to see them again. Before they could even see you, you ran up to all of them immediately embracing your mother in the biggest hug you could’ve ever given her, just as if you were a new born baby. Thank God your make up wore off during your plane ride here or else mascara would be everywhere.

It felt nice, familiar and comfortable to finally be around the people you cherish the most in this world.

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LUCKY NUMBER #27!

pairings: Tobio Kageyama x reader

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chapter one | milkshake (disaster)

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NOTES! :

GUYS WE LOST THE PLOT!!

the gc w yn and the others is the girls yn is going to debut with in a couple of years!

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LUCKY NUMBER #27!

Pairings: Tobio Kageyama x reader

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b b b ballers | profiles!!

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NOTES! :

Your fans found out Daichi was your brother and they all started to follow him harassing him for picture of you as a baby😭

Asahi gets added in later dw!

yn spoils suga bc he’s her favourite lowk

Hinata and Kageyama are the only ones that don’t really know yn

noya got famous from a hit tweet and hasn’t shut up about it since then💀

tsukishima and tadashi were helping hinata and kageyama study

bios r lowk unfunny I made these at 3am SORRY I gave up😭

Reblogs are appreciated! ♡

Taglist: @diorzs (comment on masterlist if you wanna be added!!

© haeunoo 2024 please do not steal, copy, or repost my work onto other platforms.

LUCKY NUMBER #27!

pairings: Tobio kageyama x Reader

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SPOTLIGHT ON US (not yn & tsuki tho) | profiles!!

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NOTES! :

Tsukishima, Yamaguchi and yn all went to the same middle school. Yn left in her last year of middle school but still kept in contact with the both of them almost everyday!

yn knows kiyoko from her brother and they’ve met once when Sawamura was in his second year and they were friends ever since

yn knows Yachi from kiyoko, they’ve never met in person but face time regularly in between yn busy schedule 😭💀

erm Michimiya is in here cause she doesn’t get any love😕 anyway she knows yn through her bf sawamura (daichi) and they became friends. She’s rarely active in the gc tho but when she is, she says a lot

Guys lowk lost the plot in this just imagine it as a slice of life cause what!!🤷‍♀️

Um sorry it’s not gn with the pronouns but honestly if you just replace “she” with your pronouns it COULDDD work🙏🙏 (don’t quote me on that..)

Reblogs are always appreciated! ♡

everyone in the fg either got “famous” cause they’re friends w yn or they had a hit tweet😭

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LUCKY NUMBER #27

— Tobio Kageyama

CHANGING THE TITLE SOON LAWL

IM GONNA UPDATE THIS SOON PLS DONT LOOSE HOPE ON ME

Synopsis: 3 years of being away from your family, your brother. All to follow your dream of being an idol. What’s going to happen when your company says you can’t date but you just found the hottest guy in your grade? Will you go on with your dream, or sacrifice it?

Content: high school, sfw!!, angst lowk, fem reader in mind, slight slow burn??, lowk one sided for a few chapters, kys jokes, fat jokes erm, yn lowk op, characters may be ooc, umm you have a pet rabbit surprise!! Made up characters.

Status: ongoing - just started (bites nails)

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Spotlight on us (not y/n & tsuki tho) | b b b ballers

Chapters:

Milkshake (disaster)

Top 10 coming home videos

Not my type

Tba

“friend” ✧ shimizu kyoko x fem!reader ✧ pt 1(?)

summary: kyoko and you had been friends for a good while now, but she doesn’t seem to have time for you anymore, which leaves you rather confused. and hurt.

tw: angst. y/n being very jealous and kinda bratty. one sided beef with yachi? nothing crazy but still.

hq!! navigation.

kyoko was such a good friend to you. always been, since you’ve met her. you two clicked from the start, when you were paired up for a science project during your junior year.

she was everything one could yearn for, an intelligent, determined, yet kind, fragile, and gentle mannered person. her intentions were always good, her words always wise, never failing to convince, comfort or put someone back in place with elegance and charm.

her reputation preceded her around the school. everyone knew her, from the newest students to the seniors.

you lost count of all the times you’d get stuck in a corner, waiting for her to finish her chit-chat with one of her hundredths acquaintances. it happened on the daily, since day one.

it wasn’t something bad. you knew it. you weren’t envious of her popularity, never was. she was the sun, you were the moon. whilst everyone knew her name, they had no idea who you were, although being at her costant side.

“shimizu’s friend.” that’s how they called you.

and you didn’t mind.

not until you became “one” of shimizu’s friends.

this year was gonna be your last one in that high school you grew fond of. you managed to make your little friendgroup in there, with the volleyball team you and kyoko were the managers of, along another girl named hitoka yachi, who was another friend of you and the black haired girl. mostly hers.

only, this year, something changed.

as always, she made sure to give a hand where needed. and it happened to be needed to recruit new members of certain clubs, which required her to be constantly out of reach, for some unknown to you reason.

the school year began on late august and you could count on the fingers of one of your hands the times you were able to talk for more than five minutes alone with her.

not to talk about your outside school evenings. during those goddamn five months that had passed, not even a free weekend of hers was dedicated to you.

instead, you’d often catch her around, both on and off school, with other people– sometimes familiar faces, others not.

your gut tightens as you recollect one of those times, where you caught her and yachi at the cafeteria, alone, during lunch break.

they didn’t notice you standing still, a couple tables away from them. but you did.

and it hurt you way more than you were willing to admit.

“honey, how are you?” speaks your mother, as her head pops up from behind the door of your bedroom.

licking your dry lips, your blocked nose makes a sound, to give her an idea. “as bad as fifteen minutes ago.” your nasally voice talks, going back to breathe through your mouth.

“aw, love.” her face softens at the view of your body laying on the bed, a pile of tissues next to you. “i’ll go buy something for you at the nearby drugstore, okay?”

“please.” you beg, going to sit down.

your mom gives you a nod, smiling. “be right back. there’s some honey in the shelf if you wanna get a camomile or a warm drink while i’m gone.” she adds, before closing your door and leaving you be.

as her footsteps vanish in the distance, your mind goes back to her frame. you fall back on the soft pillows, grabbing your phone from your drawer next your bed, laying on your side. maybe she posted something on her socials, or...

you spend a good moment watching the screen, without really doing anything. why did you turn it on for? to torture yourself, seeing her hang out with other people?

you shake your head, putting it back where it was, deciding it really wasn’t the case to dig yourself further into the depression the whole situation was already giving you.

after a couple minutes, you sigh, frustrated at your poor health. you couldn’t even sleep.

you get up from your bed, crumpled pajama and messy bed hair. “she must been having lunch now” you think to yourself, watching the clock in the hallway that readed 12 PM.

“with one of those chicks from the music, art, or whatever club. or maybe with those guys from the basketball club. or maybe with someone else. alone.”

you couldn’t help it. it was so much mightier than you, as mightier as foolish and babysh and everything you knew she didn’t like or approve.

you’ve been her friend for years. why did she seem to prefer everyone’s company over yours so suddenly? what did you do?

what the fuck did you do?

descending the stairs, you go into the kitchen, opening the fridge in hope to find something appealing to fill your empty stomach with.

but you find the void. a couple eggs and an orange juice is all that’s left. another sigh leaves your mouth when you close it, a sneeze hurting your lungs as the cold air of the appliance hits the inside of your nose.

you were about to go back to your room, resigned, when you hear the door bell ring.

it couldn’t be your mom. it was way too early.

curious, you go to peek through the peephole to check who it could’ve been.

“oh, yachi,” you mumble to yourself, opening the door of a couple inches just to show the side of yourself that wasn’t too battered.

“y/n?” you hear her ask, tilting her head to take a better look at you. you cover your mouth with your hand, coughing.

“hi.” your voice leaves no doubts to your conditions, “can i help you...?” you question, bittersweet. you haven’t really talked to her after what you saw at the school cafeteria.

and she didn’t either, to be honest.

“kyoko sent me to give you these,” she takes several notebooks out of her bag, “we noticed you haven’t come to school during the past week and didn’t want you to get behind.” her lips curve into a shy smile.

hearing those words and seeing the innocence on her face, your heart tightens inside your chest.

how could you be mad at someone so sweet?

yet, you had that sour voice in your head, asking you why wasn’t kyoko the one giving you those herself. you two were closer than you and hitoka, she knew it.

“thank you, yachi.” you return her smile, opening the door further to grasp the notebooks she was handing you.

“no problem.” her smile widened slightly when she saw you reciprocating, “how are you? you look...” she scratches the back her neck, suddenly seeming bashful.

“i know i look terrible.” you laugh. “let’s say i had better days.”

“you don’t look terrible at all!” she squeaks, “i didn’t mean it like that.” her tones lowers again. “–sorry to hear that. i could go take you something if you need, i’m supposed to meet up with kyoko at the square later.” she confesses, concern in her syrupy eyes.

unaware it only made your intestines drop.

“oh.” you fake a smile. but it’s so obvious she understands immediately your drastic change.

“what?” she asks.

“nothing! sorry, my headache is killing me.” the first thing you could think of. your hand goes to massage your temple to make it more believable, “i think i better go lay down now. thanks for dropping by. see you.” you give her one last hasty smile, before slamming the door to her face, a bit too vigorously.

a sharp, stinging, painful urge to cry choked your throat, leaving you unmoving in front of the door you just closed. the strength in your muscles plunge abruptly, making you drop the notebooks on the floor next your feet, your face shifting every second that went by, more and more into a grimace as the tears started forming in your glassy eyes, chest rising and lowering at unsteady pace.

a drop. then the storm.

you run upstairs, throwing your body onto the bed, smashing your face onto your pillows and cry, cry the life out of your eyes, cry all the built up frustration you’ve pent up all these months, all these weeks you’ve spent watching your dearest friend pick everyone over you and today, today was the last fucking straw.

why didn’t she like you anymore?

it looped in your head like a broken record, 10 times in a row, as if doing so was gonna magically make an answer appear in front of you. like it was gonna get your friend back.

you missed her so much. you wanted her back to yourself.

it went on and on. the tears couldn’t stop, framing your face and wetting your hair, that was now glued to your sticky cheeks.

until you heard the door of the entrance open and close.

“y/n, i’m back!” your mom shouts from the first floor.

quickly, you jump upright, rubbing your eyes with the fabric of your sweater, swallowing your soreful sobs. your mother was the last person you wanted to see you weeb.

“i’ve bought you some hot chocolate, want me to make it for ya?” she adds, still far away from your room. you jerk your face up, clearing your throat. “no, not now! thanks.” you respond, shouting back.

your mother didn’t insist. she wasn’t the type, luckily.

and eventually, you managed to calm down, noticing she wasn’t entering your personal space, going for a shower to shake off the mental breakdown you just had.

a week passed by. the meds your mom gave you worked, you were finally back to normal, and ready, on that fine monday, to get back to school.

during the week, you made good use of the notebooks kyoko “gave” you, leaving you, though, in the uncomfortable situation of having to hand them back.

which meant having to search her up throughout the whole school, to probably find her with someone. useless to say how much the idea made the blood boil underneath your skin.

after your talk with hitoka, you really couldn’t be bothered to try anymore. if she wished to no longer be your friend, which very much seemed to be the case, then you couldn’t do anything about it.

frankly, you were fed up. you asked her countless times to spend some time with you, only to be met by a “can’t, busy.” that, sometimes, felt like an excuse even.

you loved her. so much. however, just because you did, didn’t mean you were gonna chase her and beg her to stay in your life.

heavens, no.

that’s why an idea crossed your mind, the second you’d realized you didn’t wanna see her anymore.

you didn’t have to hand them back directly to her. you could use yachi as a go-between, just like she did.

although the idea of seeing yachi didn’t make you the happiest either, for obvious – yet very childish and stupid – motives.

you knew she had done nothing wrong, you were deeply and annoyingly aware of how dumb you were acting, of how jealousy was blinding you. nevertheless, caring about it was beginning to lack.

“y/n! you’re back!” a familiar voice made you snap towards the direction it came from, seeing hitoka run towards you into the big school yard.

“speaking of the devil” you scoff ironically under your breath, although your annoyance trounces your amusement.

“hey.” your strained smile hurts your cheeks.

“glad to see you’ve gotten better.” meanwhile hers look as natural as can be.

“thank you, i do.” you hold the notebooks tight against your chest, when the thought crosses your mind again. “hey, uh,” you begin.

“thank you for these. helped me a lot. here,” you lend her the objects. as you do, hitoka’s smile turn sheepish.

“it’s no problem, but... they’re not mine, remember? they’re kyoko’s. give them back to her.” she says, bursting your bubble so cutely you almost wanna go back home and call it a day.

“hah,” you shriek, “but, you see...” struggling to put up a bullshit. “i can’t really do that, i’ve actually got something really important to do today and i don’t think i’ll have the time to look for her. if you could...”

“oh! whatcha gotta do? i can help!” she squeals, making you hate her for a moment for being so goddamn nice all the time.

“something rather personal. can’t really talk about it. actually, don’t wanna.” your façade starts cracking, pretending to be polite in that situation was exhausting you. “just– give these back to her for me, okay? please.” you sigh, your hands going into your pockets, eyes drifting away from hers.

“oh, uh, okay.” her smile drops, noticing your change. “see you around, then?” she tilts her head, her lips fatiguing to form one last small smile.

punching your intestine with guilt, like all the times she’d give you that puppy look.

you gulp, your brows softening into a displeased expression.

“...yes.” you speak lowly, taking a step back, before watching her turn around with a wave and walk off into the building. you mentally face palm yourself. “really, y/n?” scolding yourself, you entered the place as well, after having made sure hitoka was out of sight.

the clock reminded you that your class was attending you, and you were already late for it. a loud sigh, and you’re going up the stairs to the 3rd floor, where your classroom was.

you had no shared classes with shimizu that day, although you happened to see her multiple times in the hallways, to your bad luck.

you had no idea if she waved at you, or simply mouthed a “hi” as you began to veer each time you happened to glimpse her.

and those few times you’d make eye contact, you’d snap your head away in the opposite direction. just like the mature girl you were.

“well, it’s not like she cares anyway” your head would tell you— which made it bearable. at least, that’s what you tried to convince yourself of.

of course it was far from true.

making her the villain was the easy option, it was the only way to feel somewhat less shitty about it all.

lunch break signed the last morning class, making students fly out of the classroom unnecessarily loudly, leaving you by yourself, your head buried between your hands.

honestly that day couldn’t get any fucking worse.

firstly, you had math. the teacher returned your corrected tests, finding out that you got the worst score of the entire class. the old man wasn’t even a bad one, which made it worse. you really fucked up an easy test, hurting your self-steam tremendously.

secondly, chemistry. you got paired up with someone you’ve never shared a word to to a practical lesson, only to end up causing a mess that got the both of you, after he tried to put the blame on you, in a one hour detention post-classes.

to say you were pissed was an euphemism.

you went to rest your forehead on the desk’s cold surface, your hands at the back of your head. at least, no one was around. you could finally be gloomy and let your facial expression go into your natural resting face, that today looked anything but friendly.

“y/n?” an oddly familiar voice speaks from several desks afar, making you curse under your breath for always being proven wrong the second you’d think something.

your head slowly raises up, met by a pair of blue eyes peering at you worrily from next the entrance.

“kyoko?” for a moment, your gaze lightens up.

then you remembered, and the wall raised back up.

clearing your throat, you look away, going silent.

“are... you okay?” you sense her stepping into the classroom. “i was walking by and saw you here all alone.”

a coincidence. what else could it be? she certainly wasn’t gonna look purposely for you.

“mhm.” giving her a brief nod, you begin to pack your bag under her confused eyes.

shimizu takes a moment to study you, eyeing carefully your rather expressive body language. “are you sure?” she tilts her head.

“mmhm.” emphasizes your annoyed self, not caring whether she might get offended or think whatever of you.

“i’ve heard the teacher tell you off, an hour ago...” she approaches you even more, chuckling nervously. “what happen—” but you cut her off.

“gotta go.” hastily, you toss your bag over your shoulder, turning around to head towards the exit,

“wait y/n—” her now alarmed voice calls,

“bye mizu.” but you don’t care.

her eyes widen, silently watching you leave the classroom.

what the hell did just happen.

a knot tightens in your throat as your mind tries to process the conversation, if so could be called, that you just had.

it’s been weeks since you last talked with her, since she voluntarily came up to you, coincidence or not– and you just dismissed her like she wasn’t the main reason you were struggling to concentrate on your classes, like you weren’t dying to spend time with her. like you didn’t miss her like air.

she was your best friend. your only, real, friend. the only person you were genuinely comfortable with, that knew you and valued your presence.

what were you doing.

there, in the middle of the hallway, your feet stop your fast walk. regret kicks your legs, making them shake, your hands closing into fists. your eyes are turning glassy once more, realization hitting you like a slap.

you didn’t want to lose her, that was the last thing you wished.

you turn around, ready to go back to her and have the discussion that needed to be spoken between you two since too much time now, only to find out you were never alone.

shimizu was right there, just a couple feet away from you.

you let out a frightened cry, taking a step back.

you hadn’t heard her following you. moreover, you certainly wasn’t expecting her to.

“sorry,” she starts, lifting her hands defensively. “i didn’t mean to scare you.”

you manage to blink the tears that had formed in the corners of your eyes away. your gaze wanders over her face warily, scared almost, as if you didn’t recognize her, although having known that person for years.

she does the same, but her gaze isn’t as untrusting and fearful. contrary, it was hurt. there was affection in it, eyeing you like you were some wounded cat in a corner.

which wasn’t too far from the truth.

“can we talk?” she asks. you notice her foot moving closer, but she withdraws it when you make yours get backward as a consequence.

you want to, so badly.

but the anger is so much louder than rationality.

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Gen relationship has for kiyoko and yachi? Thanks I really enjoy ur writing

-Yachi

Climbing a mountain is easier than gaining her mothers approval

Constant sleep overs in a giant plushie pile <3

She collects squishmallows (This is a hill I am willing to perish upon)

She even has the tiny squishvile squishmallows

This makes holidays super easy but she’s happy just to have you with her

You got a few ‘you better not hurt my bestie’ threats from Kiyoko that still keep you up at night

You guys exchange wholesome memes constantly

Half your camera roll is just candid pics of her during practice or out and about

Family dinner is almost always awkward

Please please please don’t piss her off

It’s always one of the scariest things ever

She low-key stalked your socials for like a month before you guys started going out

Not in a super creepy way but in a ‘Let’s just looks at pics of my crush for three hours’ kinda way

Definetly not creepy

All in all the relationship is cute asf and the chances of Kiyoko coming for your soul are low

But never zero.

-Kiyoko

She doesn’t get much time off from her school activities

She can be a tsundere at times but it’s usually when she’s flustered/embarrassed

Literally, just hold her, my poor girl is so stressed

You guys usually just spend the night cuddling 

But sometimes you get thrown off the bed in her sleep 

She loses her glasses sometimes when their right in front of her face

She needs glasses to find her glasses 

She likes to be in more protected positions when cuddling

Girlfriend is a little spoon 

She just wants to be relieved of her responsibilities at the end of the day with some nice warm food and a movie

Fights are few and between but they get heated 

Like someone call the fire department before they burn down the house

She likes doing things for her S/O like picking up small gifts to show she thought of them <3

i see your “tanaka and kiyoko are married” and i raise you “tanaka and kiyoko are married, but kiyoko is poly and dating yachi outside of their marriage with tanakas consent”

hugs

|phone wallpapers on my ko-fi☕|

okay so i like to think that yachi sometimes uses baking as a bit of a stress relief (which is technically all the time) and kiyoko picks up on this. so every single time that yachi bakes for the whole team or wtv yoko jst chats with her afterwards to see if she's doing alright <3

Managerial Duties: Karasuno Pt. 2

Practice was in full swing.

The gym pulsed with life—shoes squeaking, volleyballs echoing like thunder against arms, and shouts bouncing between walls and bodies. Every member of Karasuno was locked into their rhythm, sweaty and determined, moving like cogs in one beautifully chaotic machine. Even Tsukishima and Kageyama hadn’t snapped at each other in a full ten minutes. A miracle.

You stood just off-court, your well-worn notebook tucked under your arm, scribbling quick notes with your favorite pencil. It was smudged with graphite and bite marks from weeks of you chewing the eraser, but it had personality. The court rotations were finally clicking, and Daichi had asked you to track when fatigue set in for Hinata.

Yachi stood a few feet away, stopwatch in hand, glancing nervously between you and the court like she could already feel a storm brewing. You didn't blame her. You'd been with this team long enough to sense disaster. And it was always when things were going too well.

On the court, Kageyama and Hinata were locked in a rally that looked more like a battle. Kageyama’s sets were razor sharp, and Hinata—well, Hinata was grinning like someone had just given him permission to fly.

You looked down to scribble a quick note when your pencil slipped through your fingers.

It bounced once against your shoe, then rolled straight onto the court.

“Seriously?” you muttered, bending to grab it.

One foot stepped just slightly over the line. Just enough.

And from across the gym, like the harbinger of doom:

“Kageyama! Toss me something crazy!”

You looked up.

Hinata was airborne. Silhouetted in the gym lights. Hair tousled, arm cocked back, grinning like a man possessed.

Oh shit—

CRACK.

The volleyball connected square with your face before you could flinch. Pain exploded behind your eyes. Your feet left the floor—literally. Your notebook flung into the air like a paper bird.

You hit the ground with a full-bodied thud. Hard.

Silence followed. Absolute and deafening.

Then—

“OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY!” Hinata shrieked, rooted in place like he'd just committed an unforgivable sin.

“Hinata, you dumbass!” Kageyama barked across the court, the set still lingering in his hands.

Tanaka skidded to a halt next to you, eyes wide. “You flew!”

“Like three feet off the ground!” Noya yelled, already by your side. “I haven’t seen airtime like that since that one pancake save!”

“Shut up!” Daichi barked as he sprinted over.

“Tanaka, Noya—back off!” Sugawara snapped, dropping to his knees beside you.

You blinked, dazed. Your head was throbbing, your ears ringing, and your face—oh god, your face hurt like hell. When you touched your nose, your fingers came away red.

“Oh, cool,” you muttered. “Nosebleed.”

Kiyoko was suddenly there, calm and terrifyingly efficient. She didn’t speak. She simply pressed tissues against your face with steady fingers, her other hand gently cupping your jaw to keep you from tilting your head back.

“Don’t move yet,” she said softly.

Yachi was crying. Not loudly—just little hiccups of panic as she dropped to her knees beside you, clutching the stopwatch like it could save your life.

“She's bleeding,” she whispered. “There’s so much blood…”

“She'll be fine,” Ennoshita said gently, crouching beside her. “It looks worse than it is.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you groaned, trying to sit up. “Just give me—”

You braced your palm against the floor, feeling the coolness of the gym through your fingertips. Your legs shifted underneath you, muscles tight with tension but fueled by sheer stubbornness. Slowly, you pushed off the ground and began to rise.

For half a second, it felt like you had it under control.

Then everything spun.

The gym floor rippled beneath your feet, tilting like a boat on rough water. Your vision smeared at the edges—colors blending, lights flickering. A low, sickening throb pulsed behind your eyes, then rushed like a wave toward your temples. You sucked in a breath, trying to steady yourself, but your knees buckled sharply.

A startled gasp slipped from your mouth as your body tilted sideways, gravity pulling you down faster than your brain could keep up.

Sugawara and Daichi caught you in unison—each locking an arm around your back with practiced, urgent precision. Like bodyguards. Like anchors.

“Okay, no,” Sugawara said, breath tight as he shifted his stance.

“Absolutely not,” Daichi echoed, voice firm as steel. “Sit. Now.”

They guided you back down to the floor as if you were made of glass.

Asahi hovered a few steps away, nervously wringing his towel. “Should we call someone? Get the school nurse?”

“She’s not on shift right now,” Kinoshita said, pulling out his phone. “Should I call the front desk?”

“Can’t we just carry her?” Narita asked, eyes wide. “I mean—not like drag her, but—gently?”

“She’s not a sack of rice!” Yachi exclaimed, clutching your notebook like it was her emotional support item. “We can’t just—lug her around!”

“I can carry her!” Asahi offered, visibly panicking. “I mean, if—if she wants. Or not. But I can! I swear!”

“No!” You and Daichi said simultaneously.

“You don’t have to drag her to the nurse’s office,” Tanaka muttered, half-serious, half-pouting. “We could just… y’know. Roll her in something.”

“Like a blanket burrito,” Noya added helpfully.

“Shut up!” came Daichi’s bark again.

Behind the main group, Tsukishima stood with his arms crossed. “That’s what happens when you step onto the court during a rally.”

Yamaguchi, crouching beside him, frowned. “She looks pretty hurt, Tsukki.”

Tsukishima shrugged but said nothing else.

“I didn’t mean to,” Hinata said suddenly, his voice soft, wavering. “It was just one more spike. I didn’t think…”

You tilted your head toward him, barely mustering a tired smile beneath the tissues. “Nice spike, though.”

He looked like he was going to cry.

“We should get her to the nurse,” Ennoshita said again, glancing toward the exit. “Even if no one’s in, it’s quieter there.”

“I’m coming too,” Kiyoko said, standing and brushing off her skirt. “Yachi, grab her bag.”

Daichi and Sugawara gently pulled you to your feet again, this time slower, with careful pauses between every movement. You leaned against them, breathing through the dizziness as they helped you to the door.

Behind you, the gym buzzed in confused silence.

“You’re too brave for this world,” Tanaka whispered with reverence.

“She’s got that dog in her,” Noya added solemnly.

“SHUT UP, YOU IDIOTS!” Daichi yelled over his shoulder.

As the doors closed behind you, you heard one last frantic voice.

“I’ll bring a fruit basket! I’LL MAKE TEA!” Hinata shouted, his panic echoing across the gym.

You groaned. “Please don’t.”

Managerial Duties: Karasuno

The rhythmic sound of volleyballs being packed away and shoes scuffing against the polished gym floor filled the otherwise quiet space. Practice had ended, but cleanup was still in full swing. You, Yachi, and Kiyoko had stayed behind to help, making sure everything was back in place before leaving. The rest of the team was scattered around, gathering equipment and wiping down surfaces, their movements routine after countless practices.

Yamaguchi and Tsukishima were putting away the practice net while Asahi and Suga worked on reorganizing the stray volleyballs left rolling across the floor. Daichi had stepped out to check on something, leaving you with the quiet murmur of post-practice exhaustion settling in. Kageyama was off to the side, sipping from his water bottle while keeping an eye on Hinata’s usual spot. The gym carried an air of mild fatigue, a contrast to the high-energy chaos that had occupied it just minutes ago.

That’s when Yachi’s voice cut through the calm. "Where are they?"

You looked up from where you had been wiping down one of the benches, catching the way Yachi’s brows furrowed, her gaze darting around the gym like she had just realized something was missing.

"Who?" you asked, already bracing yourself for the answer.

"Tanaka, Nishinoya, and Hinata. They’re gone."

Your movements slowed as you scanned the gym again, this time with sharper focus. Sure enough, the usual ruckus that followed the three of them like a storm cloud was eerily absent. Your stomach dropped slightly, already knowing that their silence was far more concerning than their noise. It was never a good sign when they were quiet—never.

Kiyoko sighed, finishing her task before speaking. "Can you go find them? They need to be supervised."

You snorted, shaking your head. "Aye aye, captain."

But you knew what she meant. If they were up to something—and they most certainly were—it was better to find them before they actually did whatever half-brained scheme they had cooked up this time. With a nod, you handed your rag to Yachi and stepped out of the gym, making your way toward the clubroom with a sense of impending doom curling in your chest. The halls were eerily quiet, save for the occasional squeak of sneakers against linoleum, and that only furthered your suspicions.

As you got closer, muffled voices reached your ears, their tones a mix of excitement and hushed anticipation. That was never a good sign. You pressed closer, listening as Nishinoya’s voice carried through the door.

"Steady, steady! Just a little more—"

You didn’t hesitate, pushing the door open, and the sight before you made you stop in your tracks.

What the actual hell.

Nishinoya was perched on Tanaka’s shoulders, gripping a bucket of water with both hands while wobbling precariously. Tanaka, legs slightly bent, was visibly struggling to keep steady, his teeth gritted in effort. Off to the side, Hinata was bouncing on the balls of his feet, fists clenched in excitement, watching the process unfold like a kid on Christmas morning.

Your eyes flickered to the bucket, then back to the three of them. "What the hell are you guys doing?"

All three of them froze. Nishinoya’s grip tightened on the bucket, Tanaka swayed slightly, and Hinata turned toward you with an enormous grin, completely oblivious to the growing sense of dread pooling in your gut.

"Oh! Manager! You’re just in time!" Nishinoya chirped, grinning like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar but still thinking he could talk his way out of trouble.

Tanaka groaned under Nishinoya’s weight, his arms tightening around his legs as he tried to keep his balance. "We’re gonna prank Tsukishima!" he declared with absolute confidence, as if this wasn’t one of the worst ideas they had ever come up with.

Hinata, practically vibrating with excitement, threw his hands up like he had just scored the winning point. "I’m the bait!" he announced proudly, beaming at you like you should be impressed.

You blinked at him, not even bothering to hide your disbelief. "That’s not something to be proud of. Why did you guys drag him into this?" You jabbed a finger in Hinata’s direction, because there was no way he had come up with this on his own. He was many things, but this level of reckless planning was usually Nishinoya and Tanaka’s specialty.

Hinata blinked, looking genuinely confused as he tilted his head. "Tsukishima?" he asked, his tone innocent. "Or me?"

You sighed, rubbing your temples. "Never mind. This is a terrible idea."

Nishinoya, ever the stubborn one, pouted. "Come on, it’s perfect! Tsukishima walks in, bam! Instant karma!"

You crossed your arms, eyeing the way Tanaka’s legs were starting to tremble. "Yeah, except karma usually doesn’t involve potential concussions and water damage."

"Okay, but look!" Nishinoya beamed, adjusting his grip. "It’s balancing! We got this!"

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "No, you don’t—"

Too late. Nishinoya made the final adjustment, and the bucket settled, wobbling slightly before holding steady above the doorway. With a triumphant grin, Nishinoya pumped his fists—only to realize he was still on Tanaka’s shoulders. In a flash, he scrambled down, nearly toppling them both in the process. Tanaka staggered, arms flailing to keep himself upright as Nishinoya hopped off, landing with an eager bounce before spinning toward Hinata. "Alright! We’re good to go!" he whispered excitedly, rubbing his hands together like an evil mastermind.

Hinata gasped. "It worked!"

"It worked!" Nishinoya hissed.

You groaned. "This is still a bad idea."

But they weren’t listening. With a determined nod, Hinata scampered back toward the gym, his voice carrying through the hall. "Tsukishima! Oi, come here for a sec!"

Silence.

Then—

Footsteps, slow and steady, echoed through the hallway. Each step was deliberate, methodical, like the sound of impending doom marching ever closer. Tanaka, Nishinoya, and you turned toward the doorway in perfect synchronization, a creeping sense of dread washing over you like an oncoming storm. The playful anticipation that had been buzzing in the air evaporated, leaving behind only the cold bite of realization.

Daichi appeared in the doorway, and time seemed to slow. The bucket teetered precariously for a split second before tipping forward, a perfect arc of water cascading down in slow motion. The moment it made contact, Daichi’s entire frame stiffened, his breath hitching as the cold liquid soaked through his hair, dripping down his face and pooling in the folds of his jacket. His usually composed expression was eerily blank, too calm, too quiet, which somehow made everything infinitely worse.

Tanaka’s face morphed from exhilaration to pure horror, his eyes so wide they looked ready to pop out of his skull. Nishinoya’s grin faltered, his entire body rigid as his mind struggled to process the disaster that had just unfolded. And you? You could already feel the headache forming, your lips parting slightly in silent resignation.

Hinata, standing just behind Daichi, let out a small, strangled noise. "No, wait! Don’t—!"

Splash.

The air went still. Slowly, you peeked around the doorframe just in time to see Daichi standing there, drenched from head to toe. Water dripped from his hair, his jacket clinging to him in soaked patches. His expression was eerily blank, which was infinitely worse than immediate rage.

Hinata was mid-step, looking like he had seen his life flash before his eyes.

Tanaka and Nishinoya were frozen, as if staying completely still would erase what had just happened.

The silence stretched, unbearably tense.

You exhaled through your nose and turned away. "I told you."

Then, without another word, you walked off, leaving them to their fate.

Behind you, all hell broke loose.

"YOU IDIOTS!" Daichi’s voice roared, shaking the very foundation of the building.

"RUN!" Nishinoya shrieked, bolting toward the hallway with the kind of agility that came only from the fear of divine punishment. His feet barely touched the ground as he shot past you, arms pumping as if sheer speed could somehow make him disappear from Daichi’s wrath.

Hinata scrambled backward, hands raised in surrender. "It wasn’t me, I swear!"

Kageyama, who had been returning from the locker room, took one look at the chaos and deadpanned, "You guys are so dumb."

Asahi groaned, covering his face. "I don’t want to be associated with this."

Back in the gym, you rejoined Yachi and Kiyoko just as Daichi’s furious yelling echoed in the distance.

Kiyoko barely looked up from where she was stacking volleyballs. "They’re idiots."

You sighed, running a hand down your face. "Hundred percent."

A Matter of Faith

Fandom: Haikyuu Type: One-Shot / Canon-compliant (Pre-Canon) Focus: Karasuno Ships: implied DaiSuga Rating: General / Teen and Up

Summary: The Volleyball Club is facing difficult times and really needs new members - Fortunately: Kiyoko has a plan, Tanaka and Nishinoya are faithful, Daichi exists, Suga has his fun, Asahi is not concerned for once, and Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita are roasting marshmallows in the fire.

Or: "The story of Sawamura Daichi's personal demise"

Read on Ao3 here -> A Matter of Faith