Haikyu!! ship one shots

cherry blossoms and confessions (kiyoyachi)💖

GUESS WHO'S BACK

I'm alive, I know. it's scary. Uni was an... experience, so I've taken the last few months to just chill and try and get my mental health on track (it's not but yanno, yolo). Slay, we stan the snazzy unalive (we don't, I was just going through a really hard time and I was really unwell).

A kiyoyachi fic for the gorgeous ShobiosMilky bc they're cute and comment on my stuff, and I'm simping.

Enjoy this flustered mess and enjoy the lesbian and bisexual queen's kiss, mwah

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Yachi couldn't believe herself.

She, an awkward, anxiety riddled mess, was going on a date with Kiyoko.

She couldn't believe it.

She had spent the better part of the last hour jumping and pacing around her room, panicking, ditching about a thousand outfit ideas, wondering what the best thing to wear would be. Her mother had already told her to dress comfortably, but it wasn't the comfort that was the problem.

It was the fact she had nothing cute to wear.

Her bedroom floor had become a wardrobe, shoes and shirts and trousers everywhere, and she collapsed to the floor in a heap. She moaned and groaned, resting her head on her knees.

"I have nothing, /nothing/ to wear! This is hopeless." Tears threatened to fall over her cheeks, but a lightning bolt of a memory hit her, causing her to sit straight up, spine locked.

Her dress! It was perfect!

She scrambled to her feet, running to her wardrobe, tripping on the countless number of shoes on the floor, and flung the doors open. There it was, in all its glory.

She grabbed it, tossing it on the bed. Yes, she thought to herself.

This is pretty enough for her.

After successfully wrangling the dress and managing to put it on, finding shoes, accessories, and a bag to match, Yachi flew out the front door, practically running to the train station. Her shoes pounded the concrete below her, her lungs threatening to collapse.

She was never very athletic.

She ran into the station, hastily swiped her train pass, and ran to the platform she was meeting Kiyoko on. She took to the stairs, practically flying down them, jumping four at a time, before she finally found the platform she needed to be on. She looked around, trying to find Kiyoko, and she did.

If she hadn't run, the sight of Kiyoko would've knocked the wind out of her chest. She looked like a goddess incarnate.

Delicate dress, tights to hide the scars on her legs (not that Yachi cares about them), hair tied back in a ponytail so her soft neck was on show, her long eyelashes shielding her eyes from the glaring lights above her head. She was wearing makeup, but Yachi noticed she didn't cover the beauty mark on her chin. Yachi licked her lips, suddenly able to breathe. She walked over, gently tugging on Kiyoko's hand.

A little surprised, Kiyoko looked behind her, the surprise quickly being replaced with acknowledgement and a smile. Yachi licked her lips again, taking a shaky breath in, releasing it slowly. Kiyoko quickly wrapped her fingers around Yachi's, intertwining them. Yachi was certain Kiyoko could feel the heartbeat in her fingertips, anxiety bubbling to the surface. She squeezed her hand slightly, smiling and blushing.

"Did you get here OK, Yachi?" Her soft voice carried over the hoards of people waiting for the train, and Yachi was grateful for the comfort. She nodded, holding Kiyoko's hand just that little bit tighter.