˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ "I used to live and breathe volleyball until I didn't." After quitting the sport that once defined me, I thought I'd left it all behind. But thanks to my best friend Rika (and a little peer pressure), I somehow end up as the manager of Aoba Johsai's boys' volleyball team. Now I spend my afternoons dodging volleyballs, ignoring Oikawa's dramatic flirting, surviving Matsukawa and Hanamaki's constant clownery, and worst of all sharing weird eye contact with Iwaizumi Hajime that I definitely don't overthink. I'm not here to catch feelings. I'm here to heal. ...Right? ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ swearing, mature content ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ༘♡ hella slow burn ;) ༘♡ aoba josai third years + y/n = perfect friendgroup (currently slow updates cuz of school and work) #1 hajime #1 iwaizumi hajime #2 haikyuu #2 semieita #1 haikyuu

𝐢'𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧' 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ↳ in which two people are added to a group chat I WAS THIRTEEN WHEN I WROTE THIS FORGIVE ME

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?" - 𝐊. 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨: This story is Slowburn, follows a couple of months after the epilogue and is accurate/realistic. WARNING: My writing style is very detailed, so if you aren't into detailed writing, please either leave or skip scenes. Please don't leave comments regarding my very detailed writing. ──────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───────── 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 𝐢𝐧 "𝐏𝐭: 𝟎 - 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨" 𝐔𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞: Every Saturday - Anytime Every Wednesday - Anytime 𝐆𝐨𝐚𝐥: 45k votes by August 5th

❝𝐆𝐎𝐃, 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐑𝐘.❞ ╰┈─➤ 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝘼𝙠𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧. [ᴀᴋᴀᴀꜱʜɪ x ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] Disclaimer: I do not own "Haikyu!!", nor do I own the characters. I only own the plot and my OCs. All credits go to Haruichi Furudate. This story does not follow the anime/manga. Extremely grateful for: #2 in keijiakaashi (6/21/21) #4 in akaashixreader (6/30/21) #2 in akaashi (7/2/21) #10 in maturity (7/31/21) #6 in matureaudience (8/3/21) #1 in akaashikeijixreader (8/10/21) #6 in animexreader (10/22/21) #5 in akaashikeiji (12/8/21) #2 in karasuno (3/2/22) #100k (7/17/22) ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ: April 14, 2021 ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ: June 26, 2021

◤ 𝗗𝗲𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 | pǝjǝkʇǝp | 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝚂𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍. ◢ ↳ The one where (y/n) takes a job as a live in nanny for an emotionally unavailable single father. (ᴅɪʟғ!)sᴜɴᴀ x (ғᴇᴍ!)ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Started: June 22, 2021

"i saw them". he whispered. "no you didn't". i said back nervously. "i really did". he laughed. "you did not"! i said. "don't worry about it, they're pretty". going to school with the cutest boy in the grade isnt easy, he doesn't notice you, and there's no way to him. except, for when you end up in a contemporary sex ed art class with him. he's more than just an artist though. #1 fanficfriday

suna rintarou x fem. reader he's so down bad, it's almost ridiculous.

╰┈➤ "𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙔/𝙣." "𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚." ╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐤𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲....𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞. 𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙤 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ! [cover isnt mine (the title is) but credit to those who made it] 𝘼 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘, 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺, 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢, 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, !𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐩! Disclaimer!- I don't own haikyuu or the haikyuu characters also dont forget to vote, 💕

You are a manager for the Karasuno the volleyball team, along with Kiyoko. When you met the captain of the Nekoma, Kuroo Tetsuro, at a practice game, life became more interesting. Read to see what happens when you two meet again at a training camp. (Absolutely no angst because only happy thoughts. Cannon Kuroo, because fandom Kuroo is sorta toxic. Please read, comment, share, and vote for no reason.) P.S: Y/N does not play a sport, not at all. (The reason why is that I hate sports and I've seen to much of the sporty girl x Kuroo. I wanted something different and everyone seems to think that Y/N is a fit person with some attitude, especially with those Kuroo x readers. I wanted Y/N to be normal and nice with no attitude and no sass. Thanks for listening to me rant. Oh and sorry if you're fit this fanfic works for you too and you're beautiful too.)