Bakugo X Reader: Confession

Bakugo x Reader: Confession

Summary: After Bakugo’s mental breakdown with Midoriya outside the dorms, you take it upon yourself to get him to open up. Of course it isn’t easy, but you two had known each other for years. Bakugo realises how he really feels and claims you as his own.

Rating: SFW

Genre: Fluff, angst, lime

Word Count: 4.7k

A/n: I love comfort fluff and tending to wound tropes... and I also used the headcanon that Bakugo needs hearing aids, so that is included in this fic. I’m also sorry about the slow updates... I’ll have some headcanons out for haikyuu in the new future so stay tuned!

The crisp night air flooded through the open windows as you held a warm drink in your chilly hands. A fluffy blank landed on your shoulders as Mina deposited them off to everyone. You shifted yourself to meet Mina’s extraordinary eyes, nodding in thanks. Mina returned with a cheery smile of her own.

All the girls of 1A populated the couches, basking in the much needed warmth. A few boys sat amongst you, such as Kaminari, Kirishima, Ojiro, and Sero. Mineta desperately cried for help, wrapped in a cocoon of Sero’s tape after a perverted comment directed at Momo. Todoroki did as he always did, awkwardly standing slightly adjacent to the lively group, a keen but kind eye flickering between classmates as they contributed to the conversation.

“Everyone!” Iida marched up to your group, “Leaving the windows open in this weather is incredibly irresponsible! You will all get a cold!” His rapidly chopping hands paused momentarily to hurriedly pull all the windows shut.

“Thanks, emergency exit!” Kirishima waved at the class representative. A satisfied expression washed over Iida’s face.

You rolled your eyes, slightly smiling at them, before taking a prolonged sip of your warm beverage. Without spilling it, you pulled your legs up on the couch to cross them.

The class was happily celebrating a successful hero licensing exam. All but Bakugo and Todoroki. Hagakure and Momo had insisted they could join you too. It didn’t surprise you that Todoroki showed up but Bakugo didn’t, for one of them took it a lot worse than the other.

Bakugo was your childhood friend, knowing him since forever. There wasn’t a time you didn’t know each other, but not quite outdating him knowing Midoriya. You never really announced yourselves as “friends”, per se. It more so happened by consistently interacting, never really introducing yourselves. One of those friendships that “just happened”, neither of you remembering when you really met each other. Turns out, your mothers had been friends for years prior.

As you two grew older, and Bakugo became more and more like... himself, you did not condemn for anything he would say to Midoriya, being quirkless. Luckily, you happened to manifest a fairly powerful quirk, so he never judged you for it. He could never find himself to explode at you whenever you told him to back off. He may yell, but it never went further than petty insults. Of course, Mitsuki would have been appalled with him if he did. She definitely had a soft spot for you.

Once starting at UA, Bakugo’s ego slowly but surely began to deflate. He began to obtain standards, something that surprised you plenty. You noticed how he acted around Kirishima. That was when you realised the difference between how he treated all his peers. He seemed to rank them - most worthy of his friendship and time to least. Upon witnessing Kirishima - someone pretty high in those “ranks” - interact with him, you noticed the outside perspective. How nice he was to you and Kirishima, compared to people like Midoriya.

Eventually, you grew an odd feeling in your chest whenever he showed up to class. Top buttons undone and without a tie. Or when you caught a glimpse of his ember swirling eyes. Not to mention during training, rocking up in that hero costume of his.

You even began to play a little game. Testing him to see how long you could pester, order, or genuinely annoy him before he literally exploded at you. More and more of late, that time stretched. Unfortunately, your little experiment didn’t go unnoticed. All the girls of 1A knew, questioning you about it. You passed it off as something you thought would be funny. Only Mina saw right through you. She knew you liked him and constantly teased you about it to no end. Midoriya and Kirishima were the only others to notice you pushing his buttons more than usual lately.

Uraraka’s voice broke through your elaborate train of thought, “Y/N...”

“Yeah?” You answered.

“Do you have any idea where Deku is?” Her voice trembled slightly, her cheeks going slightly pinker as she rubbed the back of her neck. She couldn’t be more obvious about her crush on Midoriya, so you had nothing to worry about. “He hasn’t come back since Bakugo said he wanted to talk to him. I’m kind of worried about him.”

A huff left your lips, “In all honesty, I am too. There’s no telling what Bakugo wanted to talk to him about.”

“He might be seeking girl advice,” Mina chimed in, sending a sly wink in your direction.

You immediately took a long sip of your drink, hoping the cup hid your slight blush as you furrowed your eyebrows at Mina.

“I highly doubt it,” Tsuyu placed a finger to her chin in thought, “I’m not sure that Bakugo would need that kind of advice. Especially not from Midoriya.” Your gaze fell.

“He probably wants to kill him,” Jirou shrugged her shoulders, taking a sip from her own drink.

Jirou’s comment silenced the group of 1A girls. Only condescending sipping of drinks and the guys chattering filled your ears. Your attention left your drink to the sound of shuffling feet approaching. Bright yellow eyes met yours when the source of the shuffling feet sat beside you.

“Ladies,” Kaminari’s smooth voice wooed as he rested his arms on the back of the couch, “What’re you guys talking about?”

Dyed red hair, held up by a graphic bandana, flashed your peripheral vision as Kirishima took a seat next to you. He pouted slightly when you flashed him an almost sarcastic smile. The pout couldn’t mask that he could see right through you. Worry for Bakugo plagued your mind. There was no doubt Midoriya had improved his ability to use his quirk. If Bakugo had indeed wanted to fight him, he definitely underestimated him.

“I’m sure he’s just in bed, Y/N,” Kirishima placed a hand on your shoulder, “It is way past eight-thirty.”

You stifled a small giggle, nodding at Kirishima’s words and mentally thanked him for his optimistic nature. You continued to sip your drink in silence, occasionally tuning in to Mina and Kaminari’s chaotic conversation. Overall, you felt the homeliness of this family created through 1A. A homeliness soon to be destroyed.

A loud bang caused everyone to close their mouths, the worst case scenario filled your head. Luckily, when you followed it to its source, it came to a slammed door. An easy answer came to your mind; the wind. However, standing before the door stood Bakugo and Midoriya. Both definitely looking a bit rough around the edges. A gauze on each cheek, they looked defeated. They refused to reach each other’s eyes, or any other pair staring them.

You cautiously planted your cup on the coaster before you, as if you were afraid of agitating Bakugo, easily spotting the anger and emotion in his ruby eyes.

“Bakugo and Midoriya!” Iida rushed over to them in a flash, his arms chopping up and down in anger, “Where on earth have you been? Why do you look like you just got into another brawl with some villains?”

“Shut the hell up, four-eyes,” Bakugo snapped, grumbling to himself. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, before storming past the couches.

Before anyone could stop you, you leapt to your feet. Your drink left behind, you rushed after Bakugo. The blanket around your shoulders flowed behind you like a cape, you called out to the angry blond, “Bakugo!”

Bakugo ignored you, continuing up the stairs. Hurriedly, you sped up the stairs and overtook him.

Your body blocked his, “Bakugo, what the hell happened?”

His head continued to hang low, his blond hair falling to obscure his eyes from view as you desperately tried to meet them. Scratches, grazes and cuts littered his face and arms, some covered up with gauze. The two gauzes on his cheeks mirrored each other, lightly stained in blood. Dust and dirt smudged up his arms; his wounds weren’t properly cleaned. His hands stuffed in his baggy sweatpants shook slightly, from both physical and emotional pain.

“Shut up, Y/N,” Bakugo’s wavering voice protested, failing at any attempted aggression, “I don’t need to tell you shit.”

You heaved in a shaky breath, “True, but I want to know. I might be able to help you.”

“You can’t help me,” his voice raised, causing you to step back. You really wished you could see his eyes, to see what kind of pain he was in.

“You won’t know that until you tell me what’s wrong,” you sighed, trying your best to stay calm and not snap back.

“Get out of my way...”

Bakugo harshly barged his shoulder into yours, causing you to stumble to the side slightly. You stepped after him as he continued to his dorm, the most likely place you imagined he would storm off to. You caught up again, flinging an arm out in front of him. His warm, sweaty hand latched onto your forearm. Your heart skipped a beat, relishing the ironically soft touch.

However, the softness of his touch contradicted his tone, “Y/N, move... right now...”

“Bakugo!” You cried, not afraid of the slightly startled boy before you. 

You didn’t budge or flinch as you laced your fingers between the ones he gripped onto your forearm with. With a soft touch, you lifted his chin upwards to get a perfect view of his face. 

His cut up face held the softest expression you had ever seen. No crease sat between his eyebrows, grazes over his forehead. The gauzes taped to his cheeks hid the worst of his face injuries, letting a small amount of blood to seep through it. His eyes glistened with tears, about to be spilt. They stung red, from previous tears.

Katsuki Bakugo stood before you, with tears in his eyes.

The Katsuki Bakugo.

“You can tell me, you know,” You hushed, once his bloodshot eyes met your sympathetic ones, “I’ve always been there for you, like when you got your hearing aids.”

One hand still holding his, you let the other one slip up to expose the small black device in his left ear. It wrapped around the back, resting behind his ear. A soft sympathetic smile graced your features, as Bakugo squeezed his eyes shut. He entered a vulnerable state, allowing you to wrap an arm around his lower neck and pull him into a hug.

“Please...” You whispered, “It’s better if you let it all out.”

Bakugo awkwardly stepped out of the hug, slipping his hand out of your grip. His eyebrows creased again, squinting his eyes to hold back any tears. He shoved his hands into his pockets, and refused to meet your eyes again.

“I’m just fucking pissed!” He raised his voice again, “I’m pissed at myself. At damn Deku! How did he become someone so damn special? And I didn’t!? When I finally get fucking recognised for something... it’s because I ended All Might! Why me?”

Your breath hitched. All of Bakugo’s pain unloaded onto you. All Might’s end happened a small while ago. He held this guilt in for that long? No wonder he was angry. In a way, you felt privileged and relieved Bakugo opened up to you. You always tried to be there for him. You wished you could have been there earlier, to stop him ever feeling like this in the first place.

“Bakugo...” You hushed his uneven breathing. It almost sounded like he was about to have a panic attack, “You couldn’t have prevented it. No one knew that it was going to happen. The last person who should be blaming themselves is you.”

“I could have done something! All I did was stand and watch. I left as soon as I saw you call out to me. Damn it!”

“Look at me, Bakugo,” digging into his pockets, you removed his hands from them and held them in your own, “If you didn’t leave when I called you, not only All Might would have ended. You would have too. And I don’t know what I would ever do if you did.”

A sharp inhale came from Bakugo’s parted lips, before he trailed off, “Da-damn it...”

“I care about you, Baku,” you let your thumbs run small uncoordinated circles on the back of his warm veiny hands. You couldn’t force yourself to look into his eyes, afraid of how he would respond. “I care more than you can ever imagine.”

“I- I-, fuck...” He couldn’t form sentences, let alone words. You, of course, couldn’t blame him. Not only because of his current emotional state, but you knew it would take a little bit more to get something so sincere out of Bakugo.

“It’s okay,” you finally met his red eyes, trying to mask the glossiness of your own, “It’s okay if you don’t return my feelings... I won’t take it too harshly.”

A small cocky grin slid its way onto Bakugo’s disheartened features, “Who said I didn’t, baka.”

Little giggles left your mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck. A newfound sense of confidence filled you. Not only did you let the burden of your confession lift off your chest, but he reciprocated the feelings. You couldn’t wait to tell Mina all about it.

“Now...” All sadness and sorrow had drained from Bakugo, a sudden huskiness melted off his words, “Let me claim you as mine.”

“Wait, wha-” Without warning, Bakugo cut you off by pushing you forward towards the elevator at the end of the corridor. A small laugh left you again upon witnessing the determination - no matter what it was for - return to Bakugo. The Katsuki Bakugo you knew and loved was back.

Without letting go of your wrist, Bakugo frantically pressed the elevator button, “Hurry up, you damn elevator!”

“Yelling at it want make it come faster, you know.”

“Shut up, Y/N.”

Once the elevator pinged, the doors slid open. Bakugo rushed you inside, turning around to watch as the doors slid shut again. No words were spoken, both of you urgently watching the elevator travel up to the level his dorm stood located in. You adjusted your hand in Bakugo’s grip, only for him to squeeze your hand tighter. The small action caused a tiny smile to tug at your lips in satisfaction. Damn, it felt good to finally have him.

The travelling between the elevator and Bakugo’s dorms happened so quickly it was all a blur. The only thing you knew was the sound of the door slamming behind you, before you were back up against the wall beside it.

Bakugo’s rough, calloused hands pinned your wrists to your side. There was no time to protest before the gap between you two closed. Your lips roughly fought against his a loosing battle. His lips felt chapped but soft at the same time. The taste of nitroglycerin lingered between your lips, the smell of caramel wafting into your nostrils. His hands let go of your wrists, finding a new home firmly on your hips only to press you further against the wall. Hands now free, they rushed into his hair. Silky blond locks weaved in and out of your fingers before you ran them down his neck to grip his shoulders.

The tickling of his tongue on your bottom lip begged your lips open, allowing it to slip inside your mouth. You desperately fought against his rough movements, only to lose. He took complete dominance as he slipped a knee between your thighs and propped you even further up the wall. In retaliation, you wrapped your legs around his waist, so he supported your full weight. Your crotch shamelessly pressed against his lower abdomen.

A gasp left your mouth as his warm hands glided up your curves and beneath your shirt. Bakugo’s skilled fingers ran patterns on the soft skin of your back, sending countless satisfied shivers up your spine. Your mouths continued to move in sink as his fingers slid along the skin just beneath your bra. The moan that escaped your mouth sent a wicked smirk onto Bakugo’s lips. Without warning, Bakugo’s lips left yours and attached to the soft skin of your jaw. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access to trail kisses down the curve of your neck. At the same time, one of his hands ran to the clasp of your bra. He fiddled with it, desperately trying to unclasp it before he gave up and detached his warm mouth from your neck.

“Damn it,” his warm moist breath tickled your neck, “How does this shitty thing work?”

You let a laugh leave your lips as you arched your back for your own hands to slip up your shirt. In an instant, you had detached it. The bra lacked straps, causing it to immediately drop to the floor.

A growl left Bakugo as he began sucking on the soft flesh of your neck. His warm, wet tongue pressed and flicked against it. The occasional sensation of his teeth grazing over your neck made a shiver slide up your spine. Bakugo’s large hands travelled back to the front, fanning over you exposed breasts. They travelled over them until he lightly fondled them in his hand, squeezing gently. Your hands on his shoulders quickly gripped onto the fabric of his black tank top. One of his thumbs flicked over your hardened nipple, causing his name to fall from your mouth in a pleasurable moan.

Bakugo greedily grunted, whispering against your neck, “Yeah, I like that, Y/N...”

His tongue continued to trail over your skin, sucking and flicking until he pulled away. Your eyes fluttered open, leaning down to press your forehead against his. Slowly, Bakugo’s hands trailed back down your sides and pulled out of your shirt. Your feet made it safely back down to the ground. When you attempted to meet Bakugo’s eyes, you found them trailing over purple bruises covering your neck, continuing up to the start of your jaw.

“Now you’re mine,” Bakugo brought you into a safe hug, letting you rest your head into the crevice of his neck. Your eyes squeezed shut again, delving yourself completely into his sent of caramel.

“As far as first kisses go,” you teased, letting a cheeky grin slide onto your face, “that wasn’t half bad.”

“Damn well, it wasn’t half bad!” His voice lifted higher, a familiar angry tone taking over. An even bigger smile came to your face once you realised he had almost completely forgotten the predicament he was in previously. “That better have been the best kiss ever!”

A little string of laughs left you, “Yeah, yeah. It was the best. You got me there.”

The silence continued for a little longer, until Bakugo retreated out of the hug. He cleared his throat before turning away from you. You took the opportunity to rush to his mirror, observing the damage he had done. A dozen or so purple hickies littered across your neck. They travelled all the way to your jaw and almost your ears. It would take a lot of foundation to cover those up, you thought.

“I’m definitely yours, it seems,” you turned to Bakugo, who only grunted, “I almost look as beat up as you.”

“I’m fine,” came his reply.

“You still need to clean those wounds and cover them up.”

“I don’t need Recovery Girl.”

“No, we shouldn’t bother Recovery Girl right now. I’d be happy to do it for you in the girls bathroom. Mr Aizawa is long gone, don’t worry about him catching us.”

“What about your annoying extras?”

“If any of the girls come in, I’m sure they’ll understand and make a pretty quick exit. I promise.”

Bakugo huffed in reply as you tilted your head in the direction of the door. You made your way to the door. As you reached out for the door handle, a bundle of black was thrown at you.

“Cover up, damn it,” Bakugo shoved his hands in his pockets and joined you by the door, “You don’t even have a bra on.”

“Oh, yeah,” you hurriedly unfolded the black clothing item, to find it was one of Bakugo’s plain black hoodies. You slipped it over your head and let it drop down a little further than your hoodies usually would. Caramel scent engulfed you, making it clear it hadn’t been washed since the last wear. Normally, that would disgust you, but it was your boyfriend’s. You plotted how long you were going to hold onto it in your head as you bundled the hood around your neck.

You gestured to yourself, only to receive a shrug from Bakugo. The shrug couldn’t hide the tiny reddish tint on his cheeks from the sight of you in his clothes. A victorious smile made it to your face, and you opened the door.

The journey to the girl’s bathrooms was uninterrupted. You led him there, linking pinkies the whole way. He hesitated to walk through the door, after all it was the female bathroom. The door shut suddenly behind you as you pointed Bakugo to sit on the bathroom counter. Swinging open the cabinet above the sink, you pulled out a small box of first aid supplies. You placed you hands on your hips after allocating the box a spot next to Bakugo.

“Take your shirt off,” you demanded, the authoritative tone desperately hiding the redness of your ears.

“Why?” Bakugo grumbled, mocking you with arms crossed.

“So I can see if you have any further injuries,” You opened the first aid box, pulling out a dry rag. Out of the corner of your eye, you spied Bakugo lifting his tank top over his head to reveal his toned chest and abs as you ran cold water over the rag. Wringing it of excess water, you turned to see him checking himself over for any injuries.

“Nothing,” Bakugo bluntly replied.

“Yes, but your ribs are bruised,” you pointed at the green patches of flesh along his sides. The mirror didn’t indicate any wounds or bruises on his back. Without warning, you dragged the moist rag over the bruises. A few droplets of water rolled down his chiseled stomach as he pulled back.

“That shit is cold!” Bakugo exclaimed, “I’m getting wet now, damn it!”

“It’s a rag with water, what did you expect?” You hummed, continuing to trace the bruised ribs softly with the rag. You leaned over the counter to grab hold of his closest hand, resting your sover it. “Stay still.”

Once you had finished, you gently gripped one of his forearms. The cloth traced his skin, washing it clean. You had to scrub it softly at some points, but avoided any of the open grazes and cuts. You travelled the cloth to run over his biceps, this time lightly dabbing at the largest graze. Your skilled hands couldn’t hide the blush on your face, especially with his fiery eyes watching your every move. They occasionally shifted to your concentrated features.

The cloth quickly passed over his shoulders and chest, before repeating the process on his other arm. This one wasn’t as scratched up as the other, making your job a lot simpler. Once you finished, you took a step back over to the sink.

“You’re probably gonna hate what I’m about to do,” you sighed, wringing out the rag after rinsing it.

“What are you gonna do?” He demanded, less agitated than he usually would be.

You didn’t answer with words but with your actions. Stopping the dripping of the rag, you dragged it around the gauze on his cheek. His hand swiped up, grabbing your wrist and pulling my hand away from his face.

“Die shitty rag! How dare you come near my face!”

A full hearted laugh left your lips, your head tilting back, “I’m trying to help you, baka. Please let me.”

Bakugo studied your face for a short while, until he ripped his eyes away, “Fine.” He left his cheek exposed, letting you place the rag back onto it. All the dust and ash had been scrubbed from his cheeks and nose. You softly dragged the rag over his forehead, softly dabbing it over a shallow graze. Once, your hand pulled away, you leaned up to place a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Are you done?” Bakugo rolled his eyes, pressing his bare back against the mirror.

You shook your head, “Nope. Not even close.” You placed the damp rag in the sink, digging around in the first aid box again. Bakugo groaned in annoyance, causing you to smile and shake your head again.

Cold plastic slipped between your finger tips - a small bottle of antiseptic. Pulling it out, you placed a few cotton balls next to it. Carefully, you dropped a small amount of antiseptic onto the cotton ball. You lifted it towards Bakugo, who grimaced at the sight.

“I can’t promise this won’t hurt,” you hissed in empathy, hesitantly detaching he hand from the counter. Pulling his arm closer, you dabbed the cotton ball onto one of the shallow grazes on his forearm.

Bakugo immediately pulled back, “Antiseptic can die!” You smiled, knowing that was his way of saying that it stung.

“It’s gonna sting a little bit,” you rolled your eyes, “I did tell you that.”

Your hand swiped out to grab his wrist in it again as he constantly ripped it away, “Katsuki Bakugo! It’ll get infected and hurt even more if you don’t let me do this!” You exclaimed in a playful seriousness.

“Say that again,” the grimace on Bakugo!s face dropped, his features now softer.

“It’ll get infected?”

“No, baka. My name.”

“Your name? Katsuki Bakugo?”

The smirk on his face now unmistakable, he placed a hand on your waist, “Yeah, call me Katsuki. I like when you say my name.”

A similar smirk crossed your face as you placed a hand over his on your waist. Without warning him, you took the cotton ball and frantically dabbed it onto the next graze. Katsuki grunted, whipping his arm out of your reach.

His eyes remained glued in the victimised graze, “What the hell? That was a dirty trick!”

“It worked, though,” you replied, drenching a new cotton ball in antiseptic, “That’s all that matters.”

“Whatever.”

Eventually, he gave up fighting against you, allowing you to finish applying antiseptic to grazes and cuts on his arms and shoulders without much fuss. You left the injuries covered by the gauze on his cheeks alone, immediately tending to the largest and most tender graze on his forehead. With your free hand, you pushed back his blond hair that shaded it. You kept that hand lovingly caressing the start of his hairline, while the other hesitantly dabbed at the graze.

Katsuki hissed through his teeth, causing you to slip your hand down the side of his face. You held his cheek in your palm and sent him an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry,” you placed the cotton ball down into the small pile of used ones under Katsuki’s observant gaze.

“I think I’m going to leave that one exposed. It needs to dry out to heal properly,” you explained thoroughly. A grunt left Katsuki as you pulled out more gauzes and a roll of bandage.

After a silent moment, you had successfully wrapped up his entire right forearm in a bandage. A large gauze covered a wide but shallow graze on his left shoulder and a couple of smaller ones littered over some small ones on his left bicep.

As you began to quietly pack up the first aid box, you felt a pair of arms slide around your waist. You stood on your tippy-toes to place it back in the cabinet, only for the limbs to wrap around you tighter. Katsuki’s breathtaking red eyes met yours in the reflection of the mirror, where you swayed in his arms in contentment.

“When I’m let off this shitty house arrest,” Katsuki grumbled into your marked neck from your previous activities, “I’m taking you out.”

“Yeah,” you laughed, leaning your head against his, “I’d love to, Katsuki.”

“It wasn’t a choice.”

A giggle left your lips, leaving both of you happy as you stood in each other’s arms.

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Haikyuu boys when you get injured while playing your sport

Kuroo, Bokuto, Sakusa, Akaashi, Suga

Summary: What some of my fav boys would be like if you hurt yourself playing your sport! 

A/N: This was kind of rushed so please forgive me if this sucks. And the Sakusa one was longer than the rest because I’m biased 

Kuroo:

He’s so supportive of your successfulness playing tennis

He tries his very best to understand but always gets hype during your games

You were competing in doubles with a partner you never liked playing with

They always blamed you for everything and never called to say if it was their ball whenever it was in the centre

You were in the final set and the other players were about to win the match 

Kuroo was there on the sidelines, noticing how you were slowly losing your patience bit by bit

He called out to you when the other players scored another point against you once again

You found his eyes for a moment

“Just go for it, baby! You’ll get it this time!”

You forced a smile back at him, trying your best to mask your worry and hopelessness 

He saw straight through you

The other player served, perfectly placing it towards the box belonging to your partner’s half of the court

The ball bounced in the corner closest to you

Your partner showed no sign of running towards the ball and you fought the urge to go hit it for them

They had to learn to run for the ball

But if you didn’t hit this ball, you’d lose the match

Letting out an exclamation of anger, you ran forwards and swung your racket

However, the top half of your body had moved forward a lot faster than your legs

A burning tug, more maybe even a tear, flared up your hamstring

Pain shot up your leg, but you kept going, successfully hitting the ball back over the net

You went to step back onto your side of the court as you glared at the other player on your side of the net when the shocking pain came back

It caused your leg to buckle and you fell to the ground

The pain was unbearable, you dropped your racket and clutched the back of your leg

You hissed just as the ball that was still in game was hit back over the net and bounced by your head

Damn it

“Y/N!” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, fighting back the tears caused by both the pain and the humiliating loss

“Y/N”

Kuroo knelt down next to you, rubbing your back

He had jumped the fence and run onto the court, ignoring the strict rules in place about spectating

“Tetsuro, you’re gonna get in trouble for that”

He hushed you, picking up your racket and holding it under his arm

“Come here”

Threading an arm around your upper back, Kuroo slowly began to lift you to your feet

“Pulled a hamstring?”

You kind of chuckled, still trying to hide the fact that you had let a couple tears fall down your cheeks

“Maybe even a tear”

“My sweetheart doesn’t deserve this, do you? After playing so brilliantly? Can you try standing”

Rising to your feet, you lifted your weight off your injured leg

Kuroo kissed the top of your head, leading you off the court

He had taken you to get a scan straight away, immediately finding out that you had indeed torn your hamstring

You were disappointed that you couldn’t play tennis until it was healed

Your boyfriend certainly made up for it, tending to your every need

He even wanted to carry you around the school instead of you having to use those painful crutches

He may have been calm and teasing on the outside during your recovery period

But on the inside he was incredibly worried for you

Despite this, this boy took great care of you and you recovered in no time 

Bokuto:

Extremely excited and supportive of you playing sport!

Especially because it was volleyball and he could help you practice

You were a middle blocker, and a fairly good one at that

Your team had a reputation similar to Date Tech’s because of your blocks

One day, you were training with your hyperactive boyfriend, Akaashi, and Konoha

The rest of the team had left and you had stayed behind for some extra practice with Bokuto

Akaashi and Konoha were only there because Bokuto had practically begged them

You were playing 2v2, you on a team with Konoha

Normally, you would have argued that the teams were unfair, but Bokuto hadn’t completely sprung back from his most recent mood swing and you feared making it worse

It wasn’t too competitive, the four of you trying to get some long rallies in

That was until Akaashi set a perfect ball for Bokuto

He’d become really fired up due to the fun nature of the practice game

He was so proud whenever you did a good play and it put him in a good mood

You smiled, seeing the massive goofy grin on his face as he ran and jumped to meet Akaashi’s elegant and precise set

Sensing that Bokuto was about to hit a straight shot, you jumped up to the net

Bokuto’s hand smacked against the ball in a powerful spike

You were in perfect position, but you had forgotten just how strong your boyfriend could hit those poor balls

The ball bent one of your finger back painfully far, and you winced

It spun off to the side, giving Bokuto and Akaashi the point

You landed on your feet clutching your aching finger and rested your hand on your chest

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Y/n! Did you see that?”

Your boyfriend exclaimed, pumping his fists in the air

However, his hair immediately drooped down and his grin was wiped off his face when he saw how your teeth were gritted

You examined your fingers, noticing the purple swelling of you ring finger 

“Y/N, are you okay? Y/N? Baby? Honey? You look hurt”

Hissing, you nodded

“Yeah, my finger hurts a lot”

Bokuto immediately ducked under the net, running to you

You carefully lifted your hand to display your puffy purple finger to your boyfriend

“Did I do that?”

He asked, grabbing you by the shoulders to urge you to look at him

“The ball did, Bo. Don’t freak out”

“ARGH AKAASHI, I BROKE Y/N’S FINGER”

“No, Bokuto-san. It’s not broken”

“BUT I STILL DID IT!!! I’M SO SORRY, HONEY. FORGIVE ME!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle slightly

“Konoha, could you please fetch me some ice while I tape my fingers up?”

Konoha nodded, immediately leaving the gym to find some ice

You hurried over to your bag and pulled out the tape you always keep with you for emergencies

Sitting on the floor, you slowly and delicately began to tape your fingers together

“THEY WON’T EVEN LET ME HELP THEM, AKAASHI! THEY HATE ME! I GOT TOO EXCITED AND I HURT THEM!”

“Bokuto-san, they don’t hate you”

You smiled to yourself

“Of course, I don’t hate you, Bo. I love you and your amazing ability”

“Really?”

“Really”

After that, Bokuto wouldn’t stop hugging you all the way home

You didn’t bother getting it checked because it was only your finger, but mainly so your overdramatic boyfriend wouldn't freak out if it was any worse than just a sprain

He carried everything for you, even if you could just hold it with your other hand

Don’t bother trying to tell him it’s not a big deal because he will cry while getting into an argument about how he did this to you

Constantly reassure this big baby throughout your recovery period and he’ll feel less guilty with time

It’s a different story if someone else injures you during a real game

Akaashi has to hold him back before he could inflict any damage on the culprit 

Bokuto only wants to protect you

Sakusa:

You played soccer as the goalkeeper, and Sakusa has no idea what is happening the entire time

But that doesn’t mean he can’t tell when you made an incredible save

Playing in a fairly large league meant that you play in a small stadium with a mini grandstand 

He’d sit right up the back in the furthest corner away from anyone

People who didn’t know he was your boyfriend probably thought he was some creep, hiding behind his face mask and dressed in all black with those piercings

Your team was really good, but you were the backbone 

The attackers were certainly swift and flashy when they scored goal after goal

But you were the one to stop the other team from catching up

As much as Sakusa thought you looked really cool whenever you saved a goal, he’d never show it

It takes you a quick glance up to his spot in the stands and see how his eyebrows would soften ever so slightly for you to know that he was secretly praising you

The way his expression shifted never failed to put a smile on your face

When you turned back to the game, you could sight of an attacker on the other team dribbling the ball straight down the centre

You stood poised, trusting the defenders to make the first advancement

But they didn’t

Instead, they stood there, blocking your view of the ball

“Guys!” 

You shouted to get their attention, and a few heads turned your way

“Move out of the way or make an approach!”

Before they could do either of the things you ordered, the opposing player shot at the goal

You recognised the player as the one you had been marking all game for having a powerful kick

The defenders still stood in the way, so you couldn’t see how the ball how curved

Taken aback, you tried your hardest to run and at least punch it away

But the ball continued to curve... right towards your face

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the full force of the shot on your nose

Your hands flew up to your face as your head fell back due to the force

The crowd whined as you fell to the ground and held your face in your gloved hands

You could tell almost immediately that the bridge of your nose was not in the right place

Hesitantly taking your hands off your face, you found a pool of blood staining you goalie gloves

The referee’s whistle blew and the game paused as your teammates gathered around you

After your team and worriedly asked questions and the player who had taken the shot apologised to you, your coach escorted you off the field

You sat on the bench, a medic pressing a wet cloth to your nose to catch the blood

“Hey, Y/N”

Recognising the voice, you took the cloth from the medic and searched for Sakusa

You found him leaning over the fence, eyebrows slanted slightly

You stood up, the pain rushing up your face as you met him by the fence

“Did you break it?”

“Definitely, it hurts really bad. But I think I can play the rest of the match with it taped”

“No, you’re not”

“Yes, I am”

“I’m taking you to the hospital, right now”

“No, you’re not”

“Yes, I am”

“No, you’re not”

“You’re almost as annoying as Atsumu”

You chuckled, hesitantly lifting the cloth off your nose to take a look at how much blood had soaked into it, and to give Sakusa a look

Almost the entire cloth was dyed scarlet 

Sakusa flinched slightly at the sight, and even though he wanted to cup your face in his hands, he didn’t want to touch the blood

“Does it look gross?”

You asked, poking your face closer to your boyfriend

At the way he shrunk back, you took the answer to be a yes

“Am I still cute?”

Sakusa rolled his eyes, brushing your mattered hair off your forehead and quickly retracting his hand

“Don’t ask such a stupid question”

That was all it took for you to let him take you from the game early to the hospital where you got an x-ray and your nose taped

Sakusa wouldn’t admit it, but there was something about the cute little bandage on the bridge of your nose that make you even more adorable to him

He’d get repulsed again soon enough, if your nose ever started to bleed 

During your recovery, he made sure you never overdid it and gave yourself a headache

He always helped you clean yourself, afraid you might “smack your nose or something ridiculous”

Sakusa had always thought you were amazing at what you did for a sport, but he became a bit more reluctant to let you train or play after you had fully healed

You convinced him that it wouldn't happen again, but never promised

You were also guilty of liking how openly worried he was for you, not minding if you were to be put into that situation again

Akaashi:

Out of all of them, Akaashi was the quickest to understand the points and rules of your sport

He got really into it, keeping a close eye of the table to see how your team was compared to others

Both of you were well aware that waterpolo could be a dangerous sport

You could get kicked, punched, scratched, probably even knocked out, and even dragged under the water

He always reminded you of this before every game

This week you were playing against the team that had a reputation of being rough and dirty players

Akaashi had heard of them, explaining to you to be prepared for anything

You kind of shrugged him off, confident in your abilities as to not drown

The game was going well so far, but the other team had been given multiple fouls which was to be expected

You hadn’t encountered too many rough players, only having to shake off people who held onto your swimmers 

That wasn’t to say that many others on your team hadn’t been kicked on purpose or the like

Akaashi liked watching your games from afar

But still close enough that he could call out to you if he wished 

Also, he’d proceed to pass away if you knew this, but he likes being at the perfect angle to see you in those swimmers

Don’t tell no one though

You were currently marking a player, desperately trying to swim in front of them in order to prohibit them from receiving the ball

The other player’s arm wrapped around your front

Normally, you would simply push them off, but what they did next took you by surprise

They dug their fingernails into your chest, clawing at your skin in order to push you out of the way

You pushed away, only for their nails to scratch you right across the chest

The messy red lines stung in the chlorine, but the adrenaline from the game urged you to keep going

Akaashi certainly noticed the player’s dirty move

As far as he knew, it was encouraged to cut your nails before you played a game 

What did he expect from the dirtiest team?

The game finished shortly after, you clambering out of the pool and grabbing your towel

Dabbing the towel over the scratches hurt, but you ignored it, wanting to go to Akaashi to celebrate your win

Hurrying up to his seat, you waved at him

“I think I played well! What do you think, Keiji?”

He didn’t answer your question, instead, he made his way over to you and pulled a clean tissue out of his pocket

“What’s wrong?”

“I saw how that other team played”

He took the tissue and carefully dabbed the small drops of blood that began to trickle from the edges of the scratches

The contact stung, causing you to pull away slightly, to which Akaashi gently held your nape to keep you in place

“Sorry if that stings”

“It could be a lot worse”

You owned up, allowing Akaashi to stop the blood

When he had finished, he pulled the towel that you had loosely wrapped around your waist up over your shoulders

“Don’t get cold”

The two of you headed home, treating the scratches with antiseptic

The deepest cuts were covered delicately with bandaids, as you insisted that there was nothing else wrong

Akaashi was smart enough to realise they were only minor injuries, he never stopped kissing them and making sure your clothes didn’t rub against them until you were fully healed

Suga:

Suga was chaotic and honest enough to say that he didn’t really understand the appeal of basketball

He certainly understood how the points worked and all the rules, but he was confused as to why you loved it so much

You’d playfully argue back with him, but your height did not help your case

He’d say things like “Why do you play when you’re so short? It’s like volleyball in that right, right?”

You’d snap back with an argument about Hinata and his passion

In reality, it is all harmless teasing

Suga loves that you have something you are passionate about, and he relates to it

He’s certainly supportive, comes to every single game, and regularly picks you up from practice

Is also known to have shown up earlier to pick you up than necessary just to watch you practice with your teammates and shout encouragement from the sideline

At this point, your entire team knows who he is

He’s just so friendly and charismatic like that

His permanent smile was wiped off Suga’s face when you got hurt during practice, but he wasn’t serious for long

You were playing a practice game, coming up against the tallest player in your team

They were a lovely person, certainly, but they had no coordination with their long limbs

You had the ball, desperately trying to outstep them

When they attempted to swipe the ball, you stepped back and passed it over to someone on your team on the other side of the court

“Great job, Sugar!”

You smiled over to Suga 

The tall player turned around, trying to sneak around behind you

However, you were trying to walk backwards, not expecting their leg to still be right behind you due to where the rest of their body was

You tripped over them, falling directly onto your tailbone 

“Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry!”

Your teammate called out to you

“It’s okay!”

You replied, ignoring the enormous amount of pain in your tailbone

Suga’s laughter could be heard from the sidelines, causing you to feel slightly humiliated too

Surely, you laughed it off with him, but when you stood up, your tailbone felt incredibly numb

It hurt to walk, each step you winced at the pain

Not only that, but you felt stupid

This had to be the lamest thing that had ever happened, you couldn’t believe you were tearing up over falling onto your ass

But, maybe that meant that there was something wrong

You called out to your coach, telling them that you wanted to sub off for the rest of the practise match

You immediately headed over to your boyfriend, aching with each step

Suga’s laughter had seized, in fact, he could tell better than anyone that something wasn’t right

“Suga, I think I broke my tailbone or something because it really hurts”

You whined 

“Aww, baby. Come here”

Suga pulled you into a hug, helping you strip off your bib to give to the coach

“Should we get a scan? I’ll take you to the hospital right now”

You nodded, Suga running over to gather your things before helping you to his car

Turns out, you had fractured your tailbone

You had to be careful with how you sat for ages, either having to sit on a special pillow or not sit at all

It was so inconvenient, especially when it came to school

You didn’t go, Suga sending you the notes and visiting every afternoon to study with you to make sure you didn’t fall behind while lying on the floor on your stomachs

It was a slow and painful recovery, and of course Suga was the biggest help

But, once you began to get a bit better, the teasing ensued

This was the perfect time for many inside jokes to be made, and when you made your recovery, you both enjoyed confusing Daichi and Asahi about them

They both found it weird, as they all had something to do with your ass

All in all, this angel brings the light out of everything, even when it’s when you can’t even sit in peace

*knock knock* hello? Is this where readers come for asks? 🥰 hi bb, I hope your day is going/ending well! I’ve got two ideas, first is Shinso x reader where Y/N is helping Shinso learn how to use the capture scarf. Second is Tsukishima x reader where reader leaves him notes, wraps his fingers before a game, cleans his glasses at night, etc. because they love him and how he handles the subtle acts of love.

Hi lovely! My day has been great!

Thank you so much for the ideas! They’re cute!! I can’t wait to write them ahhh, they’re so soft <3 I’ll make sure to tag you when I post them so you can be the first to see them!!

I’m getting all giggly thinking of the Tsukki ones,,,

Drabble: Tsukishima x Reader

Prompt: “If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”

Genre: Super fluffy for a salty boi

A/N: When I saw the prompt, I immediately thought of Tsukki... You can’t tell me that beanpole doesn’t have cold feet

The study date had stretched out way longer than you had anticipated. You never planned to be staying so late, but the tiredness in your eyes had him slipping down to see his mother. When he had returned, he told you that you were staying the night, in the kind of way that left no questions to ask.

Tsukishima’s sweatshirt hung loose on your shoulders. No matter how big you were, he was bigger. In a strange way, it made you feel secure. The large piece of clothing was given to you to sleep in, Tsukishima inviting you to share his bed.

Really, what he said was, “Get in here. Where else are you supposed to sleep?”

Of course you agreed, giving him a cheery smile as you slipped onto his bed. His tall frame almost dangled off the bed, but there was plenty of room for you to wiggle under his blanket.

The chilliness of the weather really brought out the warmth of the fresh linen, a tiny hint of Tsukki in its scent. He smelt like fresh linen as it is, making the comfort that much tender. 

He reached over and placed his glasses carefully on the bedside table. While he was there, he turned off his lamp, plunging the two of you into darkness. 

You immediately caught for his figure, wrapping your fingers around the fabric of his t-shirt. Sliding down onto your back, you rested your head on his spare pillow. The fingers that were curled into his shirt tightened as you turned to your side and pressed into Tsukishima’s.

Tsukishima slipped an arm under you, ever so gently resting his hand on your upper back. His hand almost hovered over you, a ghost of the affection he desperately wanted to give you but were too stubborn to initiate. 

The two of you were still quite new to this relationship. It was still so innocent and delicate to Tsukishima, and he would do anything to protect it.

The silence was almost killing you, so you spoke up in a whisper.

“Tsukki?”

“What,” he huffed, more of a statement than a question. Most of his replies sounded like that, something you simply laughed out.

So, you did just that. A tiny, hushed giggle bubbled from your lips.

“Goodnight, Tsukki.”

“Hmph.”

You shook him slightly, kneeing his thigh as you groaned. Man, he was so tall. Your knees met the corner of his thighs while your face could fit in the crook of his neck.

“Say it back,” you ordered playfully.

He exhaled through his nose, in a way you knew meant that he was too tired to argue with you. Now that you thought about it, the thrill of sharing a bed had distracted you from how tired you were.

“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you,” Tsukishima’s voice was soft, whispering in a monotone way. 

You rolled your eyes, “Close enough.”

And just like that, you were out like a light. Your breathing steadied, lulled by the scent of your boyfriend and the rise and fall of his chest. The hold you had on his shirt weakened, bringing Tsukishima’s attention to your silent and immobile form.

When he was absolutely certain you weren’t going to hear him, he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

He then whispered into your hair, “Goodnight, Y/N,” before drifting off into his own slumber.