Nishinoya, Tanaka, Kageyama, And Hinata When Their S/o Dodges His Kisses

helping them when they need it

incl. itto, xiao, kazuha, childe

warnings: mentions of injuries / cuts

a/n: childe’s is . kind of angsty ?? still has a little bit of reverse comfort. also takes place before he tries to destroy liyue <3

itto

you weren’t entirely sure why arataki itto ran to you when he had an allergy attack, but here he was, nearly hyperventilating at your doorstep.

“what happened?” you ask, putting your hand on his shoulder to steady him.

“beans,” he chokes out. “beans,” he repeats, coughing.

“we were getting food and there were beans hidden under his rice,” one of his gang members explains. “we told him to be careful but he was so hungry he took a bite without checking!”

“oh, jeez. come on,” you sigh, helping itto up. “could you guys give us some space?” you look to the three men standing behind itto.

they all nod. “we’ll stay out here if that’s what you need.”

you close your door and sit itto down. his eyes were filled with tears and he was coughing uncontrollably. “itto, you’ve gotta be more careful. this is the 2nd time this has happened in the past week,” you tell him. “at this rate, you’re gonna build an immunity to beans.”

itto rapidly shakes his head. “no way. never gonna happen,” he says with a strained voice.

“just sit here and calm down. you’re not gonna be able to get your breath back if you keep panicking,” you tell him. “do you want some water?”

itto quickly nods. you retrieve a glass of water for him and he slurps it down. “man, you really are a lifesaver,” he breathes. he already sounds better.

“are you gonna be okay? aren’t eating beans like, particularly bad for you? am i gonna have to rush you to a doctor?” you ask.

“slow down, slow down,” itto says between breaths. “i think i’ll be fine. might have to take it easy for the rest of the night, but i won’t die or anything. it was just one bean.” his face scrunches up. “so gross.”

you refill his glass of water, and he drinks it all in the blink of an eye. “d’you mind if i crash here for a bit?” he asks. “just a few hours, tops. i promise i’ll be gone before the sun sets.”

you nod. “that’s fine, i guess. what do you want me to tell the guys?”

“just tell ‘em to head home and that i’m taking a nap here. they’ll be outta your hair then.”

you did just that, and although hesitant, his gang members left. by the time you came back inside, itto was already fast asleep. you didn’t have to leave home, so you just went on with your day and kept an eye on itto.

the sun started to set and itto finally started stirring. “itto?” you ask quietly.

itto’s eyes flutter open and he rubs them before lifting his head. “oh man, how long have i been out?”

“three days,” you reply. “just kidding, it’s only been a few hours.” you quickly add on once you see the look of horror on itto’s face.

“not funny,” he mumbles, setting his head back down. “how am i still so exhausted?”

“well, you are extremely allergic to beans. ‘extremely’ almost doesn’t seem like a good enough word to describe how badly allergic you are,” you tell him. “just stay the night.”

“are you sure?” itto asks after a few moments of silence. “i mean, i’m sure i can make it home just fine. granny is probably worried about me,” he says.

“i understand that, but i don’t really think you’re in a condition to make that journey back to your granny right now. surely she’ll understand when you get back?“ you suggest.

“yeah, you’re probably right. she’d probably be mad at me for walking that much when i’m like this.” he says. he groans. “i need to go back to sleep. my head is killing me,”

“no worries. hopefully you’ll feel better in the morning.” you say.

“hey, (y/n), thanks for letting me stay here while i recover. i owe you big time.” itto says.

you chuckle. “don’t worry about it. you’re not in best itto condition, i can’t let you go around inazuma looking like that,”

he laughs. “yeah, thanks for — wait, what do you mean by that? how bad do i look?!?”

xiao

“he’s on the roof, as usual. i… don’t think he’s in the best condition. could you please check on him?”

verr goldet’s voice sounded more nervous than usual. as you made your way to the top of wangshu inn, you were just expecting to see xiao exhausted from conquering demons — it was a rare sight, but it did happen. you had never actually seen him physically hurt.

“xiao?” you ask, stepping onto the roof. you couldn’t see him. “xiao?” you repeat.

you hear something behind you. turning, you finally see xiao. you can tell by the way he’s standing that he’s in great pain — eyebrows furrowed, face contorted in a way that makes it only more obvious he’s trying to hide his pain. “you called?”

“verr goldet asked me to check on you… are you okay?” you ask, stepping closer.

xiao grunts. “i’m fine.”

it’s then when you notice his arms are cut, exposing dark gashes on his arm that are the complete opposite of a human’s flesh. gasping, you put a hand on his arm, making sure to be wary of his injury. “what happened?”

“i said i’m fine,” xiao gently moves away from your grasp. “it’s just a flesh wound…”

“it should still be cared for,” you tell him. “please let me look at it.”

xiao crossed his arms before sighing. “alright, fine.”

“i’ll be back in just a moment. don’t leave.”

you quickly go down the stairs of wangshu inn and retrieve a first aid kit. you’re back to the roof in no time and pleased to see that xiao hasn’t left. “sit,” you say, gently helping him sit down. you start to disinfect his cuts.

he doesn’t even flinch. he clears his throat. “…is it bad?”

you shake your head. “no. it isn’t deep enough to need stitches or anything,” you reply. “but whatever got you, got you pretty good.”

you bandage up his right arm and start cleaning the next. “where were you when i got here? verr goldet said you’d be on the roof.”

“i knew she’d send you after me,” he mumbles. “i didn’t want you to see me hurt.”

“why?” you ask. “it’s a good thing i did, right? you could get more hurt if you left these untreated.”

he shrugs. “i suppose you’re right.”

“if you didn’t want me to see you like this, then why did you still show up?” you ask.

“because you called out my name. and i promised i’d be there whenever you did.” xiao replies.

you finish bandaging him up. “you’re good at keeping promises,” you say, packing the first-aid kit up. “so promise me you won’t hesitate to ask me for help.”

xiao pauses for a moment before nodding slightly. when you start to descend the stairs to return the kit back to its place, you feel xiao’s eyes on you, watching intently. “i’m just putting the first-aid kit back,” you tell him. “i’ll be back. would you like me to get you some almond tofu from chef yanxiao?”

“okay,” he says, shoulder dropping in relief. “just… make it fast, please,”

kazuha

doing business on the docks of liyue, you had grown close to the captain of the crux, beidou. you were the first to welcome her back and the last to send her your regards and well wishes before she left. so when she returned to liyue after a trip to inazuma, she wasted no time to introduce you to kaedehara kazuha.

he was timid, only speaking to beidou, avoiding all eye contact with you — beidou told you once it was just you and her that he had been through a lot recently, fleeing from inazuma after witness his friend get slain.

before the pair left the dock, you called out his name.

“kazuha, if you ever need help, ask beidou where you can find me.”

it was just an offer; you couldn’t deny that his story pulled at your heartstrings a bit. he had gone through so much. losing a friend, fleeing your home nation, suddenly coming to a new nation you don’t know anything about. it was a lot.

a few weeks had passed since kazuha had arrived in liyue. you had only spoken to him once since beidou introduced you to him, but you saw him around the city a lot and would always wave or give him a friendly smile. it wasn’t until a stormy night that kazuha took up your offer of help.

you almost didn’t hear him knock on your door. it almost blended in with the pounding rain against your house. but you checked anyways, and you were greeted with a soaking wet kazuha at your doorstep.

you immediately pulled him inside, running to grab a towel to dry him off. he looked like he was soaked to the bone, his clothes were sopping wet and rain dripped from his hair. you wrapped the towel around him and sat him down.

“i tried to find shelter,” kazuha chuckles as he pulls the towel tighter around his body. “but as you can see, i failed.”

“it’s been raining for hours,” you say softly, throwing more wood in the fireplace nearby. “have you been in the rain this entire time?”

“not the entire time. i was in a cave when the rain started, but the wind started to blow the rain in. so i started to make my way here.” he explains. “it still took some time, though.”

“i’m glad you knew where i was. besides from me there’s only two other houses nearby, and i’m not sure they’d be as welcoming to a stranger.” you tell him.

“after we met a few weeks ago i asked beidou where i could find you if i needed it. since i’ve been here for some time now, i didn’t have any trouble finding you, luckily.” he replies. he sniffles, pushing his wet hair back.

“let me get you some food, you must be starving.” you say, pushing a chair closer to the fireplace. “sit here. get warmed up,” you help him stand and get him seated by the fire.

you quickly go to your kitchen to retrieve some soup you had made earlier while you rack your brain on what to do about his clothes. you had some old clothes you didn’t wear anymore that might fit him; he just needed something for the night. you left the kitchen to get kazuha some food in his stomach.

“here’s some soup,” you say. “you’ll have to change out of those clothes before you get sick, though,”

kazuha nods, taking the soup from your hands and sips it, sighing in relief at the warmth. “thank you for helping me,” he says. “i don’t think i realized how cold i was until i got here.”

“of course,” you reply. “there’s no way i’d leave you out there. let me get you those clothes now,” you go to your bedroom and find the clothes — looking at them now, they’d surely fit him.

when you return, kazuha had finished the soup and was standing by the fire. he had just finished drying his hair; it was out of it’s usual ponytail now. “i’m sorry for causing any—“

“shh,” you shush him. “it’s fine. i offered to help and now i’m helping.” you hand him the clothes.

his eyelids are heavy. he looks so exhausted he could fall asleep standing up.

“i can take you to my room and you can have my bed for the night.” you tell him.

kazuha shakes his head. “no. i can’t do that. i can just sleep out here on the floor.”

“kazuha—“

“i’ll be fine. i’m used to it. having a roof over my head is enough for me.” he says.

you listen to the rain outside for a few moments before nodding. “okay. you can put your clothes by the fire, hopefully they’ll be dried by morning.” you say. “are you sure you’ll be okay?”

kazuha smiles slightly, nodding. “yes. i can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done so far.”

“alright, then. i’ll see you in the morning.” you leave kazuha by himself and go to your own room. it takes you some time to shut your brain off and fall asleep, but you manage.

in the morning, you leave your room and see that kazuha has already woken up. he was back in his own clothes that had dried and had neatly folded yours and set it on the table.

“how are you feeling?” you ask.

“okay,” kazuha replies. “although… i can feel a cold coming on,” he sighs.

“well, you can always come back if you need to. a cold will definitely leave faster if you have proper shelter. i can also get you some medicine from dr. baizhu. i have to deliver something to him today anyways,” you tell him.

kazuha nods, grinning. “thank you.”

you quickly get ready and head towards the harbor with kazuha. the smell of rain still lingered in the air, children were jumping in the puddles left behind while the wild animals drank from them.

“i have to head to the crux,” kazuha says. “thank you again for all the help.”

“you’re welcome. feel free to come by anytime,” you tell him.

he nods, a soft smile on his face. “i’ll definitely consider it.”

childe

there had been a few times before when you had needed to patch up the mysterious man from snezhnaya — usually just a few cuts and bruises, but for a toy seller, he was getting hurt an awful lot.

so when he showed up on your doorstep, clothes tattered, covered in blood, you knew there was definitely something he wasn’t telling you. but that didn’t mean you were going to deny him help.

silence fills the room as you disinfect his cuts and clean the dirt off his skin. you noticed that body was basically covered in scars.

“you’ve definitely seen me in better shape,” childe finally says, voice strained. he’s still able to crack a smile.

you look to him. even though he’s smiling, you can sense some kind of hurt in his eyes. you quickly glance away. “i have.”

“i appreciate your help. i didn’t know who else to go to. the pharmacy is closed, and i’m not sure i’d get the same kind of help there as i will from you.” childe says.

you nod. “you made the right choice. so, what happened?” you ask.

the question makes childe shift uncomfortably in his spot. “i can tell you’re suspicious.”

“of course i am. am i supposed to think toy sellers get in fights like this?” you question. “either way, i don’t care. we’ve already established some kind of friendship, so…”

“it was never my plan to keep my real job hidden from you,” he admits. “but it would change your mind about me. and it felt kind of nice to have someone who didn’t know what i’m really in liyue for… but everyone figures it out somehow,” he says, chuckling.

“childe…” you say softly. “i’m still helping you. and i plan to do this whenever you need it.”

childe looks to you, with an almost confused and hurt expression on his face. “i’m not a good guy.”

“then i’ll pretend you’re a good guy.” you reply, pressing a bandage onto a cut on his shoulder. “if mr. zhongli trusts you, then surely you can’t be all that bad? i’m starting to get a feeling you don’t talk too highly of yourself.”

childe looks down at the floor. “okay. then we can pretend i’m just a toy seller.”

you pull childe’s sleeve back down to cover the bandage. “alright.”

childe stands up from his seat and heads to the door. “thank you again.”

“are you sure you want to leave? you must be exhausted. you’re already hurt and it’s dark outside. you should really—“

“i’ll be fine.” childe cuts you off. “i shouldn’t take up more of your time. you’ve already helped me this much.” he opens the front door. “i hope i’ll see you again soon.”

and then, he’s gone, leaving you with nothing but your thoughts.

D𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊

𖧷 This man is a husband material. He always carries a spare hairtie with him just in case you want to tie your hair. He also started carrying medicine, and that's because of what happened to Itto when he got an allergic reaction to beans. This man was traumatized, so he also checks if you have any allergies. 

𖧷 He will always remember and notice the small things you do, like your habits and quirks. Oh, you don't like pumpkin in your food? Okay, he's already taken care of that by eating it instead. Do you always drink a glass of warm water after you wake up in the morning? There's already warm water on your bedside table whenever you wake up.

𖧷 When you mention something, like wanting to read this book for a while now, You bet that he bought that book the very next day and handed it to you as a gift.

𖧷 Thoma is a dog person, so he needs to pet the stray dogs whenever you guys go on a stroll or a date. According to him, it's not a want, it's a need. 

𖧷 He will probably like it if you get along with the siblings since they're like family to him. He likes it when you play with his hair and put it into different hairstyles. 

𖧷 He definitely talks about you to Ayaka, and she will always listen to him. Ayaka thinks you two are soulmates because you fit each other perfectly. 

𖧷 His love language is acts of service. He loves it when he cooks for you and you enjoy his food. So, picnic dates are common in your relationship. 

𖧷 He gives you handwritten letters and poems from time to time, just to remind you how precious you are to him.

𖧷 Dating Thoma is 10/10.

Who's next?

ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ʀᴇᴠ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ.

𓊆 ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ 𓊇

⊹ You always feel like everyone will leave you at some point in your life. Therefore, you try your hardest to be a good friend and be there for them. You try not to get too caught up in your problems and try to move on quickly. You always carry your problems and bottle your emotions.

⊹ You want reassurance from people.

𓊆 ᴅʀᴀᴋᴇɴ 𓊇

⊹ You're an independent person, not really relying on anyone but yourself. You often hear the saying "you are too mature for your age" because you have to take care of yourself because no one else will. You probably missed a lot in your childhood. You want to heal your inner child by doing things you love and spending time with your friends. You don't trust people that easily unless you have known them for a long time.

⊹You grew up too fast and have trust issues.

𓊆 ᴄʜɪꜰᴜʏᴜ 𓊇

⊹ You feel like you're just there, existing, and people pay more attention to your best friend. You're always the 2nd choice, and sometimes, you're not even considered a choice. People just refer to you as _____'s best friend. You drown yourself in reading books and romanticizing your life as a coping mechanism. You're not sure if you're even great at anything.

⊹ You're not special, but you want to be one.

✧༝┉┉┉┉┉˚*❋ ❋ ❋*˚┉┉┉┉┉༝✧

This might be inaccurate, so I apologize in advance. Who do you want me to do next?

Credits to @animatedarchives at tumblr.

Hey! I saw that you do headcanons as well? Sorry if I’m asking in the right place but I loved your post on Asra’s hurt!! Could you possibly do the “mc getting slapped by the m6” ask please? My angsty little heart needs foodddd

hiii!! i’m so glad you liked my post:)) don’t worry, i’ll do my best to not cry when i’m writing this although it probably won’t work

i just wanna say that under no circumstances is it okay to hurt your partner!! please don’t take this post the wrong way:)

the main 6 slapping mc

asra

• it probably started because of how much he keeps from you. you know it’s just because he doesn’t want to see you hurt or unhappy because of how much of your life you’ve lost to your premature death, but it’s still so infuriating. you’re not a child, and you tell him as much.

• as much as you love each other, arguments can get messy. you know so much about each other that it’s difficult not to go for the soft parts in an argument, and you just snap.

• they’re probably running his hands through his hair, tears of frustration and pent up feelings slipping down his cheeks and catching the light of the many candles around the shop, making them glister strangely beneath the low light.

• “asra, you’re being ridiculous. how in the arcana am i supposed to know about who i was if you won’t fucking tell me?” you shout at them, crystals and glass bottles clinking together on the shelves.

• asra breaks, finally raising his voice as well, telling you that you’re acting like a child. you feel a twisted feeling of satisfaction at his loss of control. at least they’re actually treating you like a person— but you’re still so frustrated.’why can’t he just see that you’re not a china doll, easily broken and delicately made?

•you’re screaming now, tears blurring your vision. all you see is red. “if i’m acting like such a child then why did you even bother bringing me back? you should have just fucking left me to rot beneath the lazaret if you won’t so much as—” you’re cut off with a sharp crack.

• asra’s stronger than they look, and he wasn’t thinking as he lashed out in anger and pain, so you probably stumble back into the shelves behind you, or onto the counter of the shop.

• you touch your hand to your hot cheek with a dull feeling of surprise. it’s as if everything is through a haze, your gaze flickering up to meet asra’s horrified one as you take a step back, a dry sob heaving through your chest as your knees give out and you sink to the floor.

• “mc, i’m so sorry, i can’t— i don’t— please. i’m so sorry,” he stumbles over his words as he crouches before you, giving you enough space that you could easily leave. you don’t, and he breathes out slowly as they reach towards you and gently, heartbreakingly softly, cups your face to turn it towards him. he inhales sharply as he takes in your bruised cheekbone, red already beginning to spread outwards in the shape of his hand, and he flinches to see that he’s hurt you, his beloved apprentice.

• he opens his arms slowly, hesitantly, and you sink into them, burying your face in his scarves and then drawing back slightly with a faint hiss as your cheek touches the fabric, and he lets out a sob as well, burying his face in your sweet-smelling hair. murmurs “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” into you over and over again, rocking you back and forth on the floor of the shop.

• he’ll hurt for weeks after, even after the bruise fades, he’ll simply refuse to touch you for days after the incident. whispers “but what if i hurt you,” his voice breaking at the mere thought of it, and you cradle him to you, stroking his cheek as he shakes.

nadia

• the argument was probably about her refusing to ask for help. she’s been alone for so long that the refusal simply comes naturally. she has to prove that she can be successful alone, that she can make something of herself without anyone.

• at first, you tell her gently that she can trust you, that you’re always here for her, and that she doesn’t have to do this alone— but she doesn’t want to hear it, telling you insistently that she doesn’t need any help.

• “your dark circles would say otherwise, nadi! you can’t keep going on like this!” you tell her, your voice strained as you lay a hand on her arm. you just want to help her, but she won’t listen to you. “i can do it myself,” she tells you coldly, pulling away from you and turning back to her work. “i don’t need your help. i never have.”

• you feel the hurt blossom in your chest, but you try to push it down as you close her books, smudging the ink on a document by mistake. “nadi, please.” you tell her, but she doesn’t even seem to hear you as she opens her books and sets her jaw, looking at the ruined document. you bite your lip in dismay and go to apologise, but she cuts in before you get the chance. “you ruin everything. you’re such a nuisance, can you not find anything better to do with your time than to bother me? i am the countess of vesuvia, and i don’t need your help.” she’s shouting by the end of her outburst, and you recoil, hurt now showing across your face— but it’s quickly replaced by anger.

• you laugh disbelievingly, your voice spiteful and pained as you speak. “you don’t need my help? well that’s certainly a different tune than the one you were singing when you came to me in the middle of the night, asking for my help. and even then i gave it unbegrudgingly. you’re so stubborn, nadia! you’re so ridiculously naïve that you can’t even see that not everybody’s against you. so your sisters acted like every older sibling the world over, and excluded you from a few games. you carry grudges as if the world’s out to get you and nobody seeks to help you. you’re such a child! why—” your screaming cuts off at the sharp crack.

• you cry out at the sudden flare of pain. nadia’s also a lot stronger than she looks— i mean, she’s a master sword-fighter. and so, you stumble backwards into the marble table opposite her desk, turning away from her to catch your breath, your figure shaking with quiet sobs. everything seems to fall away, and you hold your arms around yourself in a poor attempt to keep your paroxysms of sobs quiet.

• nadia is completely silent. the jarring force snapped her out of whatever tired grumpiness she had been wallowing in, and now she’s just looking at her hands, a look of absolute horror twisting her features as she takes in the hand, resting palm-down on her knees, that she used to— to— she can’t even think about it. she has betrayed your trust, used your relationship, built on a foundation of love and mutual respect, to hurt you. it’s as if she’s seeing the world through a haze of disbelief. she’s taken advantage of your love for her, she’s physically violated you, and the thought of that leaves her physically ill. hot tears drop steadily into her lap, as she turns her hands over, and her eyes widen even more, if possible, with horror. blood glisters thickly on her index finger, coating the closest section to her palm where a golden ring sits. the countess of vesuvia never takes her rings off during the day, and she’s snapped out of her daze by the quiet hiss that comes from where you stand.

•when the first tears stream down your face, you hiss at the sharp pain, touching your fingers gently to your face and wincing as they come into contact with… is that a wound? you stare at them as they come away a deep, garnetine red. your hair is sticking to the blood running down your face from the wound. you sob dryly as the pain sets in, and by the gods it stings. it seems that even the air twists into your opened skin, burning sharply. you’re so lost in the mist of disbelief you barely notice when nadia comes up behind you.

• “my love?” her voice comes, softly, and you stiffen as she lays a hand on your upper arm. she withdraws it quickly as her voice breaks. “please, mc. say anything. look at me, i beg of you.” you don’t say anything for a minute before you inhale softly and turn to her.

• something in nadia breaks. she lifts shaking fingers up to her mouth as your eyes meet hers, and she takes in what she’s done to you. she’s sliced your upper-cheek open from just short of the bridge of your nose to almost the edge of your face. and the cut is deep. bruising spreads around it, in the shape of her hand, and she lets out a sob before dropping to her knees, taking your hand in hers. “by the arcana, mc, i am so, so sorry— i don’t know— i can’t— please, my love, i am so sorry,” she presses her forehead to your hand before you start to cry, sinking to your knees as well and burying your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking. you hiss softly as you draw your hand away and it comes away a glistening, wine-dark red.

• you flinch away from her as she comes to envelop you in a hug. “don’t. please,” you say softly, pulling yourself away from her. you leave bloodstains on the floor. her eyes hold inexplicable sorrow and remorse in them, as she nods haltingly, her heart breaking as she realises— you’re… afraid of her. later, she’ll bury her head into her pillow and sob her heart out but for now, she needs you to know to not be afraid of her. she loves you, you know that— and you need to know she’ll never violate the trust you put in her again.

• “mc… please. i’m so, so inexplicably sorry for what i’ve done to you. i promise it will never happen again.” her voice is soft, and she speaks to you as if you’re a wounded deer she’s found in the palace gardens, her voice breaking as she lets you see that she’s approaching you, her arms in front of her as she holds them out softly when she’s quite close to you.

• you look at her, meet her eyes with yours, and slowly settle into her embrace as she lets out a quiet sob of relief, burying her head in your hair. you pull away with a quiet gasp of pain when her hair meets your wound, and she cups your face (your good side) softly, stroking your cheek with her thumb as you close your eyes and she moves closer to you, giving you the time to pull away before her lips meet your forehead and she kisses you there gently before pressing one just above your cut and pulling you back to her, minding your cheek. you cry softly into her chest, and she does so into your hair. the two of you stay there until the blood starts to dry on your cheek and she stands, helping you up.

• “i’m taking you to the infirmary, dearest one.” “but… nadia.” you gesture to the state you’re in with a raised eyebrow. blood stains your collar and had dripped down your cheek in steady rivulets— and now your entire cheek is coated in blood. the cut itself is deep and thorough, splitting the skin so that the flesh beneath is easily visible, and the black, blue, and red flesh around your cut in the shape of nadia’s hand is enough that there is no room to doubt how your injury happened. “i’m your partner. there’s nobody else that would have done this— your entire court will know.” you look at her gently. “i can hide this.”

• and yet again, nadia’s heart is absolutely crushed. broken. shattered. “my heart, you should not have to hide what i have done. we’re going to the infirmary.”

• the entire way there, nadia weathers the stares and whispers with, for once, a bent head. you tighten your fingers around her hand— you know how important the favour of the court is. when you finally arrive, and you have to explain, haltingly, how you were injured, nadia gets a few looks of unbridled disgust as your injuries are treated. you squeeze her hand every now and again, and she looks at you gratefully. her eyes darken as you bite your lip roughly when the antiseptic meets it, your eyes watering as she strokes your hand, never taking her eyes away from you.

• afterwards, will absolutely doubt herself as a leader and a partner. no matter if you forgive her, no matter that the bruise fades and the wound heals, she’ll still always linger on your scar when she’s kissing your face, she’ll still murmur “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, darling,” into your hair for months after.

• if anyone is so much as even vaguely disdainful towards you with respects to your scar, you’ll literally have to talk her down from having them thrown out/arrested. you forgive her, and she loves you with all of her— but when dark feelings surface now there’s absolutely nothing you can do that will even get a shadow of a rise out of her. is just calm and collected. never so much as raises her voice at you.

• will 100% look at you as you sleep and hate herself for harming you in any way.

hope you enjoyed the angst fest!! these were so long— but i’ll do the next four periodically:)

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑;

➵ multi x gn!reader ➵ contents: his reaction when you do this prank on him

does a double take and whips his head around to stare at you as you pass. blushes when he sees you. isn’t sure what to do at first but quickly makes up his mind to run in the other direction of the escalator to try and catch up to you.

⤿ hinata, bokuto, koganegawa, aran, nishinoya, akiteru

glances at you with a startled expression but doesn’t say or do anything. can’t stop thinking about the cute little wink and smile you shot him though, and turns to look at you again when he steps off the elevator.

⤿ kita, iwaizumi, ushijima, osamu, daichi, aone, akaashi, sugawara

catches your hand and tries to hold on to it for as long as possible. absolutely no shame, will do it in front of all his friends regardless of what they think. leans so far over the handrail towards you that he almost tips over it, but he’ll risk it all to try and get your name and number.

⤿ atsumu, terushima, hanamaki, kuroo, tanaka

rolls with it and kisses your hand. smugly tells his bewildered (and slightly jealous) friends that the two of you are dating. makes that a reality by the end of the day.

⤿ oikawa, meian, matsukawa, tendou, romero

rips his hand away. gives you a onceover. offers you his hand again.

⤿ tsukishima, kyoutani, daishou, sakusa, kageyama, semi

*Tanjiro is Ma

— inazuma boys as boyfriends !!

characters: ayato, thoma, itto, gorou, kazuha x gn!reader

- a.n. just some thoughts i’ve gathered from playing/thinking :)

ayato:

• soft and caring boyfriend !!

• kinda old-fashioned in a gentleman way?? he’s courting you everywhere, always locks your hands, makes sure you’re comfortable in your surroundings

• he’s still a busy man :(( doesn’t have a lot of time to go on dates

• but when he does have the time he makes sure it is worth it and memorable for both of you

• he likes quiet night walks in chinju forest especially when it’s just the two of you when he can have you all to himself and listen to your voice without any interruptions

• ayato is a bit of menace. might embarrass you in public if he feels like it

• whispers in your ears a LOT. he likes to see your face turn red from some of his comments

• he’s into moderate physical touch in public and heavy physical touch behind closed doors

• having his hand on the small of your back, around your waist, on your shoulders - you name it, he’s obsessed

• worries about you a lot, especially while he’s caught up with work and cannot check up on you himself, then he sends someone (ahem thoma ahem) to see if you’re okay and out of trouble

• likes it when you give him massages while he’s slumped over documents, likes top of the head kisses, likes having you sit in his lap, likes having you around in general

• ayato loves you a lot, even when he doesn’t show it, he’s always thinking about you

thoma:

• i don’t want to say this bc it’s obvious but.. malewife

• thoma loves to take you with him on his errands in inazuma city

• (definitely not because he wants to show you off no no no…. no…….)

• it’s just that having you around gives him the energy to keep working

• speaking of malewife.. he LOVES to cook for you and would never shame you if you don’t know how to cook yourself

• acts of service is definitely one of his live languages so seeing your happy smile while eating what he’s made is all he’ll ever need in his life

• speaking of love languages, he likes physical touch !!

• even the smallest of touches make him happy

• but in public he’s kinda shy because he’s afraid to make you uncomfortable :((

• when you give him the confidence he needs he’ll no doubt have his hands all over you in a respectful (!!) manner

• thoma is a very proud boyfriend, he’s always thinking of how lucky he is to have you in his life :((

• love him please dear god LOVE HIM

itto:

• he brings chaos with him but that’s not much of an issue to you because you like the lifestyle of risk and fun

• despite looking so menacing and people deeming him as mean he’s as soft as a labrador puppy

• he’s _very_ attentive !! you almost couldn’t believe it in the beginning but that’s the truth !!

• he’s also very needy… so needy for your attention and kisses

• whines and complains when you forget good morning kisses :(( they matter to him a lot you honestly don’t know why but they do

• it’s honestly so cute how this big boy is so awfully in love with you he can never stay put when you’re around !!

• ITTO IS THE BEST HUGGER IN INAZUMA (real (i’m inazuma))

• his touch is so warm and so soft, you feel protected just from being held

• he loves to hold you close in public, but still fears that people might think of you badly because you’re with _the_ arataki itto

• you are always reassuring him that you’re completely fine being his partner and that makes him so happy :((

• itto definitely knows you love him no matter what and that’s the only reassurance he’ll ever ever need <3

gorou:

• puppy boyf

• gorou is so awkward around you omg he doesn’t know what to do with his feelings :((

• he always tries to be strong and composed for his soldiers but whenever you’re around all that effort goes down the drain hehe

• he’s obsessed with your safety in the best possible way and always takes the time out of his day to check up on you no matter what he’s doing

• he’s probably the second most overprotective one out of all the boys (after kazuha) since he knows what loss is and he does NOT. i repeat does NOT want to lose you

• loves to be held by you :( so bonus points if your love language is physical touch !

• you’re definitely the only one who can touch his tail and ears, in fact, gorou _wants_ you to touch him there

• he also likes to be the little spoon when you two are sleeping together, to him your touch is heavenly

• your dates are always full of fun and excitement since with you he can let his status and duties fade into the background

• but, like ayato, he’s often busy, so these dates are kind of rare

• gorou’s also very loyal and honest with you, he wants you to feel comfortable enough to open up to him completely in any situation

kazuha:

• the one that is in touch with his and your feelings

• in fact it almost feels like you two are connected on a different level

• kazuha somehow always knows when you’re in trouble or danger, always justifies it with ‘the wind whispers’

• like i said, is the most overprotective of all

• he lost too many important things and people in his life to let you be taken away from him the same way

• so being with him sometimes feels like having a personal bodyguard who’s also very soft and gives you lots of kisses <3

• kazuha is super attentive !! takes note of the smallest things you mention just to bring them up in the future

• his love language are no doubt words of affirmation and quality time

• you often spend your free time together somewhere far from people, preferably in the nature, while he writes haikus inspired by you

• there are also cats following him around a lot, and, weirdly enough, it makes you feel safe and ‘at home’

• he doesn’t hide any of his feelings towards you, never misses a chance to kiss you and whisper a quiet ‘i love you’ before going somewhere

• to kazuha love is something divine and ethereal, so getting to share it with his special someone is beyond anything he’s ever wanted in life

reacting to their s/o falling asleep on someone else

w/ kenma, ushijima, and bokuto!

part 2!

series masterlist here!

(a/n: here is the second part of this prompt!!

quick reminder that these are written in the characters’ respective teams! this is a quick lil drabble i wrote and its not very long but i hope you enjoy hehe)

kenma

kenma was not looking forward to going on a run with you this morning, but you forced him to anyway

going on some weird shit about needing to stay in shape or something

but while the two of you were running, he tripped on a pebble and landed right on his face

and when he came up, there was a funny looking red mark on his face

as much as you tried to keep it in, you just couldn’t take it anymore and bust out, hysterically laughing

he just rolled his eyes at you and walked the rest of the way home

but then he ignored you at school the entire day

you thought, “he can’t be that mad???”

but even when the team hung out at his house that night, he wouldn’t talk to you

when you first arrived, you didn’t expect the movie to be so boring.

but now, it’s only half an hour through, and you can feel yourself nodding off slowly.

you’ve been trying to pay attention, you really have, but it’s been a long day and you’re trying with everything you have not to completely pass out. kenma’s sitting right next to you, though he still isn’t speaking to you.

your boyfriend has been so petulant and childish all day. so what, you laughed at him! anyone would do that. right?

even so, while you’re pretty sure he’s just being petty, you also want to cuddle, and he’s not budging.

but as the forty-minute mark hits, you finally succumb to sleep, and flop over into his lap. he sighs, rolls his eyes, and picks you back up, putting you upright. you hum and fall back into him, to which he shoves you back up, and you look up at him with puppy eyes.

“kenma, i wanna cuddle.”

he side-eyes you for a minute before shrugging.

“should’ve thought about that before you laughed at me this morning.” there’s satire in his tone, but you’re getting tired of his pettiness. you just want to sleep.

“please?” you whine, tugging at his sweatshirt. he scoffs.

“if you wanna cuddle with someone, why don’t you cuddle with lev instead?” he suggests, monotone, full well knowing you won’t. he knows you’ll keep begging him until he relents, but he thinks it’d be a little fun to watch you plead for a little more.

but what he doesn’t expect is for you to grunt petulantly and move over to your other side before plopping into lev’s lap and resting your head on his chest.

lev grunts softly in surprise, turning red. he looks over to kenma, who is fuming. he looks back at you, and then back at him, and shrugs.

to be completely honest, kenma had wanted to see how you’d react to him ignoring you for the entire day. but seeing the way lev’s long limbs drape over you, the way you look comfortable situated on his lap, he decides the end result was probably not worth it.

kenma glares at you, but you don’t sense his eyes on you. instead, you snuggle into the fabric of lev’s shirt, snoring softly.

then lev pats at your head gently and kenma thinks he’s had enough, so he scoots over, scoops you up, and puts you in his own lap instead. you moan softly.

“smell nice,” you mumble, inhaling his scent in the sweatshirt he’s wearing. he scoffs.

“you’re terrible, you know that?”

“you love me.”

he pauses, looking away, cheeks heating up.

“...yeah. whatever.”

ushijima

ushi invited the adlers over to hang out at your shared apartment tonight

but he was still being passive aggressive at you for what happened this morning

essentially, you’d both gone grocery shopping

but you wouldn’t let him get that one bag of chips he liked, because you already had like,, 6 of them at home

this is how the conversation went:

“toshi, we have those at home.”

“not very many. it wouldn’t hurt to get more.”

“babe, we don’t need it!”

“but if i’m paying for it, don’t you think i should be allowed to purchase them?”

“toshi, i’m not going to let you buy them. we have too many at home!”

you pulled him away from the aisle and he sulked the entire way home

he’s still mad at you tho😐

it’s been at least an hour, and you still don’t understand the game at all.

no matter how many times you’ll watch the boys take their turns, it still doesn’t make any sense.

you’d scrolled through your phone for a bit, but even that got boring, and now you’re just getting sleepy. even with how loud they are, you can feel yourself growing tired.

very slowly, their voices start to grow distant, and your eyes start to close.

no longer able to hold yourself up, you finally slump over into your boyfriend’s lap. but immediately after, he’s picking you up and moving you back over.

you whine sleepily. “toshi, wanna sleep.”

he pretends to be engrossed in the game.

“not now, y/n.”

you ignore him anyway and fall right back into his lap, to which he picks you right back up and sitting you back down. you glare at him.

“sleep somewhere else,” he mutters, not looking at you.

you sigh dejectedly, and look around. all the boys are contributing their own attention to the game, except for kageyama, who is checking something on his phone. you decide you’ll sit by him.

you scoot over to his side and slip into the space between his arm and his side, fitting into his presence nicely. you snuggle into him and resume your sleep, and he looks down at you, confused. then he looks up to see ushijima, who doesn’t look very happy at the sight.

the two of them exchange looks stoically, kageyama’s of confusion and wakatoshi’s of jealousy. kageyama shrugs and looks back down at his phone.

no longer paying attention to the game, toshi grunts petulantly. he observes the way your face is completely obscured by kageyama’s sweatshirt, nose buried in the fabric. he shifts uncomfortably. you should be with him instead.

but his pride butts into his thoughts, so he attempts to focus on the game instead. but then you’re moaning softly in your sleep against tobio, and with his pride forgotten, he crawls over to where you’re sitting and takes you out from under kageyama’s arm. he sits in his seat and lays you on his chest, grunting softly.

“toshi?” you blink, looking up at him. “i thought you were mad at me.”

he refuses to look at you, making a noise that’s more like a reluctant grunt than a response, cheeks heating up slightly.

“you have to buy me more chips.”

you laugh.

“okay, toshi.”

bokuto

um🧍🏻‍♀️

you thought it would be a lil bit funny to prank bokuto, wanting to see if he’d react the way you predicted

so you walked up to him and asked him a question

“hey bo, why can’t you spike like sakusa?”

his hair, just fluffed up excitedly at the prospect of you asking him a question about his volleyball skills, deflated sadly

his shoulders drooped dejectedly

“hey! what’s that supposed to mean?”

when you explained that it was a prank, he huffed childishly, crossing his arms and turning away

“kou, i was just kidding!”

“suuure.”

but when lunch rolled around, and the MSBY boys were over for some team bonding, he was still ignoring you😐

“wanna cuddle?” you offer to your boyfriend, who is sitting next to you on the couch. you’re all swaddled up in his clothes, and while the sight is adorable, he remembers that he’s supposed to be mad at you. he scoffs and turns away.

you sigh. he’s still in his mood?

so instead you just decide you’ll sit next to him for the time being. hinata and atsumu are sitting on the floor, playing some type of childish game to decide who gets the last bun, and you laugh, taking it in.

but all that food you’d eaten just half an hour ago was enough to make you sleepy, and you feel as though you could slip into a food coma at any second.

at some point, you just don’t have it in you to stay awake, and topple over into bokuto’s lap, already half asleep. he blinks at your figure before pushing you back up onto your side of the couch.

ignoring his gesture, you slip back into his lap, situating yourself comfortably, before he pulls you back up into sitting.

you rub at your eyes. “bo,” you mumble. “just this once?” you plead. he huffs.

“why don’t you go and snuggle with sakusa instead? since he’s ‘so great,’” he mumbles childishly, imitating your voice whinily. you scoff.

“fine,” you mutter, getting up and moving onto the other couch, where sakusa is sitting alone. you sit down next to him and then lay your head in his lap, closing your eyes peacefully. kiyoomi is barely phased, looking up at bokuto for a second before returning to his phone.

bokuto squirms jealously, wanting to stomp around and throw a tantrum. you just look so cute and warm and soft but you’re in SAKUSA’S lap?! how rude.

to think just this morning you had compared him, your own boyfriend, to sakusa, and now you’re cuddling him? koutaro glares at you, but you don’t see it.

so like he’s been doing this whole time, he turns his nose up away from you and pretends not to care. but out of the corner of his eye, he sees sakusa lay a hand on your cheek, moving your hair out of your face and away from your mouth, and gets up without thinking.

“hey, get someone of your own before stealing mine!” he complains, scooping you up out of sakusa’s lap and cradling you gently. sakusa just exhales, looking up at bokuto and shrugging.

koutaro sits you down on his lap, holding you tightly against his chest. he can feel your chest inhaling and exhaling rhythmically, and you stir.

“thought you didn’t wanna cuddle,” you tease, poking at his face. he hmphs and pokes you right back.

“you’re so mean to me.”

you giggle, resting your head right back on his chest.

“yeah. i know.”

Manifesting makapasa sa UST 🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞

things people have said to me and the haikyuu character that said it;

SUGAWARA: our souls know each other from old lives and past loves.

BOKUTO: we can't love anyone else because the gods cursed the love we felt for each other for being the only true feeling in this world.

KUROO: all the stars in the night sky could only hope to shine as bright as you, my love.

OIKAWA: you make me want to be a better person for you, and myself.

AKAASHI: you have such a beautiful mind and soul, i love how you say things and how you interpret/view things.

KAGEYAMA: you feel like home.

TSUKISHIMA: you are the reason i believe in hope.

IWAIZUMI: no star could even compare to the light you bring to my life, they pale in comparison to you.

OSAMU: you inspire me.

ATSUMU: i love you a little more today than i loved you yesterday. and i think that tomorrow i will love you even more.