No way. He was way too innocent.
But then again, as a teenage boy, he thought she was sexy. Beautiful. Flawless. Wonderful. All of these words ran in and out of his teenage mind when he saw her walk through the gymnasium doors with Kiyoko, their dear manager.
There was a time when [Name] hugged him from behind and the blood just gushed out without warning. It was horrible. He hated himself because of it. It was only a simple hug, yet he felt her breasts pressed against his back and that was the trigger. How an act of kindness could trigger his teenage hormones was ridiculous. But, of course still possible.
And, there she was again, oblivious to his adoration as she talk
When you slammed open his bedroom door, the boy was curled up on his bed with a heavy blanket over his body. After a second, he opened his eyes and looked up at you with a bright red face, tousled black hair and a red nose. If you weren't so concerned about his well-being and fever, you would've laughed your ass off and cooed at the sight because this was Kageyama Tobio.
He blinked when he realized it was you. "W-What are you d-d-doing here?!"
"I came to take care of my dear boyfriend, what else?" you snorted, tossing your backpack onto the floor and plopping down at the side of his bed.
"Go home before you get sick too."
You placed the back of your hand atop his burning forehead. He flinched at your cold touch, but then relaxed after a moment. Suddenly, you shot up and crawled over to your backpack and retrieved the cough syrup you bought on the way over.
"You know, you never texted me back. I was really worried," you whined, peeling
You loved it most when he had his hair down, without any salon products and whatever else he used. It made you feel just a bit taller and he looked really adorable like that anyway.
Nishinoya laid his wet head in your lap and let out a breathy sigh of content. "Ahh, you're so cute, [Name]-chan!"
You groaned. "Shut up, Yuu."
"Eh? No honorifics?"
You blushed a deep red.
He smelled of strawberry shampoo and the same body wash you used. You smiled slightly, weaving your small fingers through his wet hair in a warm, loving way. He let out a loud exhausted groan.
Then suddenly, he sat up, facing you wit
It was after dinner, and all the 104th cadets were in their dormitory. Eren, Mikasa, Armin and you were sitting in a circle on the floor. The rest of t
A ray of sunshine he’s so eager to avoid.
He hates you as much as he now hates himself.
And you haven’t done anything to him.
"Oi Tsukishima! Focus on your receive dammit!"
Tsukishima sighs tiredly, shoulders slumped as he make his way to the far corner. Coach Ukai finally called a timeout, and right now, is the first time he’s ever been so eager towards something, which is -
- to get you out of his sight.
Yamaguchi quickly follows his lead, casting a worried glance at his bestfriend. He knew what bothers the rimmed blond, and wished he could do something about it. But Tsukishima won’t tell him anything. He’ll just simply throw you a quick glance and immediately take it back, contempt written on his face as though you’re very presence brings him pain.
"Wait guys! You forgot your water bottles!" A cheerful voice interrupts their gait, Yamaguchi regarding you with a small sm
☆ soulmate!au where a red string connects two people together. only soulmates can see the other's red string.
☆ please keep in mind that this is a yandere fic. there will be dark themes, and possibly sensitive material. you have been warned.
There is a red string around Kuroo’s neck; it’s been there since his twelfth birthday. The thread fits around his neck perfectly — neither loose nor is chokingly tight. The peculiar thread that appeared spontaneously one day made him curious. Kuroo had pulled and tugged, and even brought a pair of scissors to his neck once, but no matter what he did, this single string remained ever present against his skin.
At first, he worried that it would hinder it his everyday life, but the red thread is thin and barely there. No one else could see it — only him and his future soulmate would — and it never bothered him during matches or practices or any other
You chatted with your friends till the school's exit; where you guys seperate and head to your own directions. You were about to walk away when you heard a familiar voice calling out to you.
"Name!!" The voice called out. You turned around and saw Nishinoya, a member from Karasuno's Male Volleyball.
"Yes, Nishinoya-senpai?" You replied, tilting your head slightly.
Nishinoya blushed slightly and grinned, "Are you going home already [name]-chan?"
"Yeah I was. Why?"
"If you're free then come watch our volleyball practice!!" He suggested.
"Hm..." You thought about his offer for awhile and then decided, "Sure!" You gave him a smile and he returned a grin and dragged you to the gym.
Your hair was an absolute mess, your lips were chapped, and you were glaring at everyone in the hallway.
To him, you were beautiful.
"Ahhh," Tendou sighed, griping to his close friend, Ushiijma. "Wakatoshi! I just don't know what to do!"
"Do about what?" Ushijima asked. His friend was being trivial as usual, but he seemed surprisingly wound-up, considering that he only walked from his last class to the gymnasium. He didn't speak to anyone in the short distance, so why was Tendou upset?
"I don't even know her name!" Tendou cried. He was dramatically pacing up and down the glossed floor, huffing and puffing, a frown placed on his lips. "But I want to know, Wakatoshi-kun!"
Ushijima got up, going to a crate of volleyballs. It seemed that Tendou would be riled up for quite awhile. "First, calm down."
"I am calm!"
Anyone looking at Tendou would think the opposite, with his face flushed as red as his hair, but Ushi
Curse him and his athletic ways.
She looked down at the black and white hair that belonged to the one and only Bokuto Kotarou. She sighed softly, running her fingers through his surprisingly soft hair. She looked at her phone, wondering if her parents were wondering where she was; after all, they were overseas on a business trip.
How she got into this particular predicament was all the childish teenager’s fault. Well, she couldn’t actually blame him. She had said that she was feeling a bit unwell today. But he didn’t need to suddenly carry her in his arms and rush back to his home, which was closer than hers.
Whispers were heard all over the courtyard as she walked past. Students stopped their own conversations in order to talk about her. [Name] on the other hand really couldn't care less about what they were saying and only stuffed her hands into the pockets of her ankle-long skirt.
"That's [Surname]-san, right? I heard she got into another fight."
"Ehh? Again? She's always causing trouble."
They were so annoying. [Name] shot the pair of girls a glare and they immediately shut their mouths. She hated girls like that; ones that could only talk but not doing anything. It was because of them the stereotype of girls remained weak.
"[Name]." A voice called her.
She looked over her shoulder to find her classmate Iwaizumi behind her. The two were on good terms. He didn't piss her off and she didn't piss him off so the two were cool together.
"Hey." [Name] nodded, turning around.
"Ever thought of stopping?" Iw