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oh to be so happy you could cry | hinata x reader

Just a fluffy fic about how it feels to be with hinata, based off of this spotify playlist🥰 > https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5p33ROYi22Xf3KwOxiqTZ7?si=CFjb29C3S7Sx6cqPAQ9kFA <

It was the way we met. 

The way your eyes caramelized down at mine as your hand reached out to me. 

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Are you okay?”

Words didn’t seem to form as I lost myself in your aura. It was bright and warm, like a little campfire in the midst of a dark forest. It didn’t matter that I was lying flat on my butt in the middle of the hall. It didn’t matter that you were the one who bumped into me either. Nor did it matter that the annoyed mutters of your best friend and students cutting around us were being spewed. It was just you. And me. And a non-existent spotlight. Shining on us. 

It was the way I could watch you forever. 

The way you glistened, and looked like a star. 

Like a crow, you jumped. Flying so high, the crowd was astounded by the dangerous light radiating off of you. 

You were a cinema. Embodying shear, ethereal emotion in every spiked ball, and in everlasting gaze. You were focused. Concentration ran thick, but don’t worry. I always noticed you looking. 

I noticed when you looked over every time your feet touched the hardwood floor after pushing the ball into the other side of the court. And every time Kageyama called you an idiot. And every time there was a time out. Every time. I never stopped watching. 

And neither did you. 

It was the way you cared. And the way you didn’t.

The way you always know what’s good for me.

“You need to stop.”

“Can’t. Need to get this done. Sorry.” My incoherent sentences, if you could call them that, were laughable looking back on it. However, you didn’t care. 

You reached over and lowered the screen of my laptop. Then, you closed my book. Then, you took my pens and pencils and slid them into their cubby. Then, you swirled my chair towards you, pulled me out, and collapsed onto the bed with me in your arms. 

“You always tell me to take breaks when I practice for too long. Why don’t you take a break too?” I stared at you, wide eyed. I must’ve looked like a deranged fish as the hypocrisy of my words dawned on me. 

It led to a smile. Which led to decreasing proximity. Which led to a kiss. Which led to us cradling each other until the morning broke.  

It was the way you were there.

The way you were my antidote. My remedy. My angel. My everything.

“Shhh, I’m here. They can’t hurt you. I won’t let them.” Your usually boisterous voice dimmed to match the darkness that surrounded us. It was gruff, and shaky, as if you were holding in your own tears. A million needles were stabbing your heart. It hurt you to hear my fragmented sobs. It hurt you to see my arms shaking, even if they were being held tightly by your own. 

I’m still sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You were never meant to see me like that. 

But you were there. You were there to wipe the tears away. You were there to hold my hand. You were there to make me smile. You were there to hold me when I was broken. 

“I’m here.” You said again. 

And that’s all I needed to hear, as the night drifted into depths of our love. 

It was the way you fly, but never leave me behind.

The way you shared your dreams.

“What if we just… fly away? We’re free to fly, right?” Your beady eyes scanned my closed lids. Hoping to find unspoken answers. 

“Where would we fly to?” 

“Somewhere far,” you whispered into a smile. Your eyes shifted their focus down the hill we laid on, the ball of flame tucking itself behind the mountains and into the horizon. 

“I see, but I can’t fly like you can, Shoyo.” My fingers flowed through the curves of your orange tresses solemnly. It’d grown longer over the last three years. It felt like time was slipping as easily as my fingers did. 

“I’ll take you with me.” Your hands joined mine, interlocking our fingers into a tight hold. And so did your eyes, interlocking with mine.   

“Wherever?”

“Wherever.”

It was the way we lied. 

The way the saline liquid trailed down our down facing faces. 

“When did you decide?” I gasped out, hands on your shoulder so as to not fall to my knees. 

 “Second year. You?” You weren’t doing any better, failing to conceal the trembling of your body. 

“Second year. How long?” 

“Two years. You?”

“Two years. When are you leaving?”

“July. You?”

“July.”

A long pause ensued, followed by the melody of sweet laughter. It was like honey, smooth and rich, masking the wave we were succumbing ourselves to. Your grip around my waist grew looser, pushing me farther away to get a good, long look at my face. 

“Even when we’re going our own ways, we end up having the same plans, don’t we?” Your brilliant smile showed itself once again. 

“Yeah we do.” A chuckle escaped from my mouth. “So, beach volleyball in Brazil, huh? That’s amazing.”    

“Mmhmm! I’ll be the best, I'll make it worth it. I swear!” You shook your head excitedly and raised your fist, a determined expression painting your face.

“I don’t doubt that for a second.” 

“Also, don’t act like going to Canada for university isn’t cool either. That’s SUPER cool! It’s really really really cold, right? Don’t get sick, okay? And you’ll meet so many cool people too! Like… um like, Ryan Gosling and Deadpool! Could you get me their autographs?!” 

“Sure!” I laughed as my hands reached your once tear stricken face. Memorizing the curves of your face, the smoothness of your skin, and the colour of your lips. “You know, Shoyo. We won’t be together, but when we look up at the sky, it’ll still be the same galaxy we’re looking at.”

“It sure will be. I won’t be far. I’m here,” You repeat.

It was the way I saw you in my dreams. 

The way you picked up the phone whenever I called.

“Hey! What’s shakin’ bacon?” 

“What’s shakin’ bacon? What kinda english are you learning in Brazil, Shoyo?” I giggled into my cell phone.   

“Dragon Ball Z teaches me english better than my old teachers ever could. Also was that not romantic? I thought you loved bacon.” I could just imagine you holding your phone between the flesh of your cheek and shoulder, balancing a volleyball in one hand, and waving to the Brazilian locals you would’ve gotten closer to. Sharing the smile that would’ve been projected at me.  

“I love pancakes so much more! Anyways, I had a dream about you last night.” 

“Really? What was it about? Was I your prince charming?!”

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“Baby, I wasn’t even close to being your prince charming.” Your voice sounded defeated. “How am I supposed to be a good boyfriend if dream me just decided to casually kill you with an ostrich egg?!” I couldn’t help but chuckle at your silly antics. It was an energy boost just to even hear your voice. 

“Aww Shoyo, don’t think that! You’re my best boy.” I smiled to myself, knowing that we’d be seeing each other soon. 

“Mmm. I miss you, a lot. I’m glad you’re thinking of me.”

“I miss you too.” I remember taking a sharp breath in, almost as if it hurt to make a sound. “And, Shoyo? Always. You live in my head all day.” 

It was the way your love felt electric. 

The way even after all this time away from each other, you held me the same way. 

Sparks ignited as your hands dug into the flesh of my hips. Sirens sang through every sweet word you placed into the nape of my neck. Even in the act of impurity, I only saw the glowing angel that you were, as you caged me beneath you, taking me in the way you know best.

You were gentle and slow, taking your sweet time to make up for all that was lost. 

It had been a long time coming. The highest high, for so many without you. It was overwhelming. A wave of raw emotions rolled over me as we reached our peaks, taking away what little breath I had left to spare, but it couldn’t be helped.  

“You’re crying.” You looked askance, as we slept facing each other on the sides of our bodies. “Did I hurt you?” Your eyes pleaded guilty, when they shouldn’t have. 

Yet still, you were beautiful, like a bottle filled with lightning and sweet dreams.

Little did I know, you were thinking the same thing about me too. 

“I’m so happy. I’m happy you’re here with me.” My hands reached your radiating hair. “I’m happy I get to run my fingers through your hair.” They slid down to your eyes. “I’m happy I get to see you see me.” They slid down to your lips. “I’m happy that I ca-”

Before I knew it your lips were on mine again, tongues dancing with each other as if the last two hours didn’t even happen. 

It was the way your love felt so fresh and new. The way you would never let go of me. The way your smile outshines a thousand splendid suns. The way I feel reborn every time we touch.

The world around us melted, as we got lost in our love. It was like we just met. Just you. And me. And the way you made me so happy, I could cry.

feel free to request anything and give feedback too! also check out that playlist ‘cause it literally melts my heart, just listening to it.

oikawa, the immature yet patient boyfriend, that takes you wherever he goes because he just loves being around you.

oikawa, who grows restless at night when you’re not there beside him and finds it hard to stop thinking about you.

oikawa, who’s more passionate about you than he ever has been about volleyball.

oikawa, who takes iwaizumi’s taunts and teases just to be able to look at you and call you his.

oikawa, who loves when you come to game night with the seijoh 4, but doesn’t appreciate when mattsun asks you to be his partner to piss tooru off.

oikawa, who always allows you to steal his hoodies and shirts no matter what, but loves them even more when you give them back and they smell distinctly of you.

that oikawa boy that happens to love you so much that he hesitates to accept the offer to go play for argentina’s volleyball team because it upset you so much.

oikawa, the boy who loves when you agree to watch movies with him, even if they’re the shitty alien movies he enjoys so much.

oikawa, the boy who accepts the alien-themed stuffed animals you religiously buy him so he has a closet full of them.

oikawa, whom allows you to play with his hair even when he treats it like one of his prized possessions, just because it makes you so happy when you try a different hairstyle on him that makes his face look weird.

oikawa, who picks you up in his arms on graduation day and spins you as his encore of iwaizumi, hanamaki, and matsukawa cheer and whoop now that you’re all officially free.

oikawa, who could never ask for a better partner.

and finally, that damn tooru who finds your face in a crowd of thousands at his olympic match against japan next to mattsun and makki and waves, smiling that perfect smile.

“you liar!” the sound of your hands slamming the table resonated in the room, “you dirty, cheating, liar!”

oikawa was shocked. no, “shocked” was an understatement. he was dumbfounded. all the tricks, the games - he’d never meant for you to find out, to see through his facade. he’d been doing so well, too. to think that it would all come crashing down because of a slip of a tongue. how reckless. heaven knows how long he’ll ponder over this. “i could’ve done better!”, is all he’ll tell himself. you’ll never let him live this down, either.

“guys!” you were both snapped out of a trance as iwaizumi shouted. “i think it’s time to stop playing monopoly.”

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*implied mental illness*

Atsumu has been monitoring your behaviour for the last three days; large, hooded eyes followed your every movement and scanned even the little twitches of your brows. He made sure that you never left his field of vision. This wasn't because of his lack of knowledge about you - really, ask him anything about you and he wouldn't even take five seconds to think.

Your favorite food?

The classic chicken burger from Wendy's, and if you were hungry enough, with fries and a wrap. And for drinks, it was always coke - or sometimes when you're craving something sweet, a mango milkshake.

Favorite way to style your hair?

Trick question; you liked your hair down. You once said that it hurt your scalp too much whenever you put your hair in a ponytail.

Favorite movie?

Another trick question; you prefer to read.

He also knew the most obscure details about you too. For example, you tend to wash cups and glasses first before the bowls and plates, then forks and spoons for the ending. Or the fact that you only sneeze in the morning, and that too at least five times. Or, the most scariest of all to Atsumu, that you never seem to blink at all.

No, Atsumu prided himself on being the encyclopedia of you. Which was why he noticed there was something off about you. Sure, every time he came home he was greeted with the same smile he fell in love with five years ago; and sure, you were up and about every day, doing housework as well as maintaining the status of being a responsible college student. And yes, you were eating and drinking every day even without Atsumu's presence.

But Atsumu also knew that it took you an hour to get out of bed. He'd watch you go into the bathroom, do your business, and come out to make breakfast. Yet, your toothbrush remained dry. You never neglected your showers but took an extra thirty minutes every time, which prompted Atsumu to sit outside, leaning against the bathroom door, for anything that might remotely sound like cries. You ate and drank but he swore you always took one spoonful and one gulp the whole time, opting instead to ask about Atsumu's day. You barely went outside these days when your favorite dates used to be the ones where the both of you took advantage of the warm sun as you strolled along the parks.

Little by little, Atsumu had collected as much evidence as he could, determining at last that something was bothering you. And so, he waited. He waited for you to come to him because he didn't want to invade your privacy lest he assumed something wrong and upset you even more.

But you never did.

You continued on; you smiled but never enough to show your teeth, you woke up every morning after a night of muffling your cries, you went about your day without a break even though you barely had any energy.

And it was hurting him.

"Hey."

You looked up at him from the project you were working on, tired smile on your face. "Hey."

Atsumu frowned at how hoarse your voice had gotten. "I want to talk about something."

"Oh? Did something happen at practice today?"

Atsumu's heart warmed when you started to check his hands, the crevices of his fingers, then to his face. How can you be this selfless, he wondered. You hadn't been doing well, yet here you were, worrying about Atsumu when he should be the least of your concern.

He took your hands into his, pressed kissed upon your knuckles. "No, nothing happened to me. Don't worry."

You deflated immediately. "Don't scare me like that." You pouted and it was all Atsumu could do before he had to avert his eyes. "What is it, Atsumu?"

"Don't think I haven't noticed it, love."

You halted. "Wh-what?"

Atsumu frowned, then stared into your eyes. He knew how much you hated confrontations, second only to direct eye-contact, but he had to do this. He couldn't let you suffer like this. "Are you okay?"

Your eyes widened. Before you could deny anything, however, Atsumu continued in a soft voice: "I've noticed you ... you aren't - well, you don't look okay. You haven't been the best for a while, and - and I'm getting worried. I was gonna let you have your space, I thought that that's what your needed from me, so I didn't say anything for a while, but ... but you haven't said anything. And I'm afraid you'll only get worse if I didn't say anything so I -"

"I thought no one noticed."

Atsumu wondered if you knew you had just completely wrecked his heart. "Babe, you are not invisible. I care so much about you and it hurts me that you've been suffering alone. I - god, I should've done something. I'm sorry I've failed you."

"Hey, no." You grabbed his face, shaking your head. "Don't apologize, you did what you could, Atsumu, I don't blame you for not knowing what to do. I - I should apologise. I'm sorry I haven't been the best, I know it must've been so confusing for you. It's been confusing for me too and I don't know why-"

Atsumu enveloped you as soon as he saw those teardrops roll down your cheeks. It hurt to know how much you were hurting all this time, and he wasn't able to do anything about it. Hell, he hated himself for waiting so long. You wept onto the crook of his neck, muffling your apologies.

"Hey, it's okay. You don't need to apologize. It happens. You're only human, babe, and human emotions are difficult to deal with."

The both of you stayed like that for a while, clutching onto whatever you could as if the other would disappear any second. When you'd calmed down enough, you broke apart, and instantly Atsumu was smoothing out your hair, wiping away your tears, asking you if you're okay.

You smiled. "Thank you."

"You deserve it, love." Atsumu pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You wanna tell me what's going on? And no pressure, I won't judge you. If you want, I can wait still. Whatever is comfortable for you."

And he promised, he'd never fail you again.

yall i just realized something

kenma and kuroo have been bestfriends since childhood

kuroo has an ugly ass laugh

he also is someone who likes to joke around

so imagine

little kuroo and little kenmar are playing video games or volleyball

and whenever kenma would make a stupid mistake and die in games (cuz lets be honest, he wasn't born out of the womb as a professional gamer) or when he can't receive properly and gets hit in the face

kuroo laughs at him

that horrible fucking laugh that sounds like drugged mule

this went on for all their lives

kenma makes a mistake, kuroo laughs at him

so it wouldn't be surprising if kenma could perfectly execute kuroo's laugh

like imagine kenma doing an impression of kuroo's laugh to hinata

his voice would be lighter than kuroos but the impersonation is so good that it scares kuroo when he calls for kenma but instead hear his own flipping laugh