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Prologue You were waiting patiently at the bus station, along with your friend Mikasa whom was scrolling through her phone aimlessly to pass the time. It's been a good ten minutes, which you used to inwardly plan the rest of your day. Let's see... if I finish this review packet, I'll be free Sunday. Then I can-- "H-hello!" You turned abruptly to the source that interrupted your thoughts. It was a boy half a foot taller than you. He had short chocolate brown hair, and his teal eyes were big and expressive. But he had a very intimidating look on his face, and based on his school uniform, he was from the neighboring school, Maria High. He loo

[x] listen pls She exhaled. Her slender fingers began to slowly dance interchangeably through the ebony and alabaster keys with such grace and mystique. The audience was enraptured, not daring to make a sound, for it would be considered sinful to interrupt such a performance. They were intrigued, yet puzzled. This piece she was playing did not hold the vigor and liveliness of her usual works. It had a more nostalgic feel to it, more pensive. She raised her hands above the awaiting keys briefly-- And exhaled again. She picked up the pace, reminiscent to a story beginning to unfold. Trying to hold back tears, fond memories enveloped her in

Sick "Achoo!" You shuddered, pulling the blanket up to your warm face, dozens of used tissues surrounding your ill, fatigued form. You've been bedridden for days with a random onset of the cold, and during those days Kageyama had stayed by your side to do what he could to guide you towards immediate recovery. He brought extra blankets from home to help keep you warm, he tried making you chicken soup (which ended in epic failure and a smoke-filled kitchen), anything he could think of to make you feel better. He did these things not only for the sake of your well-being however; selfishly enough, he also wanted to be able to touch you as soo

Study Session "Tobio, you're gonna fail if you don't start getting serious about studying," you chided. "I am serious! I'm not as smart as you, you know.." He muttered, glaring at a particular speck of dirt on the wooden floor. "Plus, I don't even know where to start." "Hmm, let's see..." You mumbled, shuffling through his old graded quizzes. "You seem to be having trouble with Contemporary Lit and Algebra. My English is still pretty cruddy, but I can help you with Math!" He grumbled as he sees you pull out a stack of practice handouts. "Now, what helps me stay motivated to study is that I reward myself for every correct answer I have, l

Compliments Kageyama knocked on your door, waiting anxiously at your doorstep with a bouquet at hand. He was nervous as hell, and how can he not be? It's his first date in public with you after all. Tanaka, being the good senpai that he is, even gave him advice on what to wear (because he's obviously the romance-expert). He donned a simple white graphic t-shirt and dark grey denim pants, complete with a powder blue cardigan, red watch, and black sneakers. Tanaka thought a little splash of color in Kageyama's wardrobe will counteract his "dark, brooding personality". But he wasn't dark or brooding... was he? "Coming!" You called out before o

Kisses "Tobiooo~" "Y-yes?" He replied warily, not liking the playful tone in your voice. "Can I give you a kiss?" You asked innocently. He nearly sputtered out his juice. "W-w-w-what?? Here? Right now?" He stuttered, heat radiating from his cheeks. It's not that he didn't want to kiss you, quite the opposite actually. He was just now terribly aware of how many students are in the hallway. What if he messes up? That'll be embarrassing. "It's just a small kiss!" You urged on. Kageyama debated for a second. "O-Okay." He turned to face you, his towering figure leaning over slightly with eyes clenched shut. He then puckered his lips, waiti

Massage Kageyama sighed, feelings the knots slowing unraveling from his shoulder area. You had magic hands, and they did wonders. You started kneading his lower back and working your way up. As you reached for the lotion above him, you accidentally brushed against the hairs above his neck, causing him to shiver slightly. The reaction didn't go unnoticed. Curious, you ran your fingers lightly in the same area, and he shivered again. "S-stop that..." You grinned mischievously. You then wiggled your fingers in a spider-like motion, going for the same hairs again. Angered by the continuous teasing, he shot up from underneath you and grasped y

First Name "Ne, Kageyama-kun... can I call you by your first name?" He paused for a second, obviously taken aback at the random request before continuing to help unfold your freshly laundered pillow cases. "Why?" "Why? Because we're dating, silly! You didn't expect us to always be on last-name basis, did you?" You asked as you unfolded your clean linen sheets and spread them over your bed. "R-right um..." He then nodded in response to the former question. You sat on your newly made bed, furrowing your brows in the utmost concentration. "Tobi..o. Tobio." You hummed and nodded happily, satisfied in having said it for the first time. His

Hinata Shouyou x Reader --- "Ano, excuse me, but do you know the direction to class 1-3?” You spun around slowly to reveal a chillingly cold look towards the directionally challenged boy: to him, the atmosphere suddenly felt darker, the air felt heavier as if the temperature dropped 20 degrees. “What?” You responded coolly. The boy shuddered, frozen in place. Before you knew it, two other boys grabbed the seemingly paralyzed boy and dashed away, out of your sight. You looked quizzically at the direction they ran off to, removing one of your ear buds. What did he say? --- “Oy, be careful! Isn’t that The Ice

Oikawa Tooru x Reader “(f/n)-chaaaan!” You turned from your current task to see Oikawa peek out from the doorway with his bright Colgate smile. He pranced into the back of the classroom where you stood, making himself comfortable by taking a seat on a desk near you with his arms propped up on the back of chair. “How are you doing today~” He hummed coolly. You, not paying him anymore mind, turned back around to continue what you were doing. You were an after-school tutor for (subject), but since there were no tutoring sessions on Fridays, you usually opted to help the teacher organize graded papers and do other erra