Attempted Haikyuu x reader oneshots

Bokuto x Reader

Before y'all continue writing, this story is more geared to the curvier audience.

   'I hate all of this.' You thought to yourself as you sat in the mirror. You were an art major and your next assignment was to draw a semi-nude portrait of yourself.

   It's not that you hated art, you just hate your body. You hated the little side roll wings you had, you hated the rolls your stomach had, the pudge that hung over your pants, your thick jiggly thighs, the elongated stretch marks you had, and just every little thing in between.

   Everyone said that your body was perfect, but you felt like you wanted to rip off your own skin. Everyone said you were healthy, but how come you didn't feel healthy? It was always the smaller girls telling you it was okay, but was it really? You tried to sake these thoughts out your head but they just came back. You pulled out a canvas, a pencil, and some acrylics and tried to get to work.

You picked up your pencil, but something in your spirit stopped you. You tried to move your hand, but couldn't. You couldn't tell if it was insecurity or jealousy of the other people around you. You looked back into the mirror in front of you and started crying. Not because you were upset, just stressed. The tears started falling onto the canvas like drops of rain.

    Your fingers traced the stretch marks across your skin and you let out a heavy sigh. You then heard a knock on your. You wiped your eyes and hoped and prayed this person wouldn't ask questions. You looked through your peep hole and opened the door. "HEY HEY- why are you upset?" Your one and only lovely boyfriend decided to ask you, making you bite your trembling lip. "I'm alright." You said, choking on that lump in your throat. Bokuto walked inside and hugged you close. He was so warm it made you start crying. He gently rubbed circles on your back and whispered sweet nothings into your ears.

   "What's got you all stressed out?" He asked you again. You looked up at him and started explaining your assignment. "...and it's annoying because I don't have a tiny waist and spotless skin and my stomach has all these rolls and I'm covered in stretch marks and-" "Shush. You may not think you're pretty, but I think so. I love every little imperfection about you. That's what makes you perfect in my eyes. Your stretch marks share your story right? You're stomach pouches give your body shape and your jiggly thighs are like my pillows. Words cannot explain how much I love you." Bokuto continued rambling.

    He found words to compliment everything you hated about yourself, making you cry even more. He made you feel safe. He was your home. He continued to hold you and reassure you. "But, I don't feel pretty.." you muttered to yourself. He looked at you and tackled you onto the couch and started peppering kisses all over you. From your face to your stomach and finally one to your lips. The kiss was full of love and adoration. You could tell he really loved you. He then broke away.

   "I really hope one day you see yourself the way I see you. I wish I could just take every bad feeling away and make you feel like the prettiest woman alive." He said, sadly. "You really make me so happy and make me feel amazing and I hope one day I'll make you feel that way too." He said bashfully. You looked up at him, eyes watering. You loved this boy to death and would kill for him. "Kou, come here." You said with your arms wide open. He plopped back ontop of you and you held him close. You both enjoyed the silence, with the occasional sniffle.
   He smiled gently. "Wanna go get food?" He asked causing you to smile. You both got up and you got dressed and walked out the door to go get food.
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Idk y'all, tell me how you feel about this tbh.