Celachite

"Hey guys!" You called and waved as you walked into the familiar gym. You held a bag filled with snacks and grinned as you saw Hinata run to you. You handed it to him and he smiled brightly at you causing you to squeal. "Your so cute~" You cooed and wrapped your arms around his slightly smaller figure. Hinata yelled out in surprised as you spun him around in joy. "Cut it out, ___!" Kageyama yelled at you. You put Hinata down who swayed around, dizzy and stuck your tongue out at the taller male who growled at your response. You saw your friend Nishinoya who didn't seem to notice you as he was busy practicing with Asahi. A sly smile appear

“Yuu! I need to talk to you!” You called out as you approached him during lunch one day. You could feel a gaze on the back of your head, the eyes of your friend who was peeking out the classroom door. You were nervous as you approached your best friend of five years, crush of three. Your friend was sick and tired of listening to you wax and wane and lament over your affections for the hyperactive boy and decided to make you do something about it. The game you two played was simple. During the boringness of lunch once conversation got stale, one of you would dare the other. It could be something small, such as having a one minute c

It wasn't anything out of the ordinary. You had a crush on Tsukishima Kei. He was rude, yes. He made fun of people constantly, yes. Overall, he was just a plain and simple asshole to anyone he wasn't familiar with (heck, even those he was close to). He was just a piece of trash sometimes, you often thought. The rest of the players on the Karasuno Volleyball Club agreed with you too. But, really, they couldn't understand why you would choose him. You were his opposite. Everyone—yes, everyone—questioned your unique taste in men. "Sorry! Tsukki is so mean to you, [Name]!" "Ew, Tsukishima? You like him?" "Megane-kun actually has a

 You sighed looking out the window of the classroom. You were 2nd year in class 3. The teacher mumbled something about equations but you didn’t really pay attention. “Hey (Y/N),” whispered the kid who sat behind you. You turned around and saw it was Yu Nishinoya. He was very energetic mostly and talked about volleyball a lot. “Hm?” you replied in response. “I dropped my pencil and it’s next to your foot. Could you pick it up please?” he asked and you nodded you head and bent down slightly to grab it. You put out your hand with the wooden stick in it and he grabbed it. Your hands touched sl

Nishinoya fount himself in a raging battle with his girlfriend, [y/n], about one of the silliest things probably ever : milk. [y/n] had been encouraging the short yet bubbly male to drink the refreshing glass of milk she had presented him with before heading to school but he glared at it with great detest with with bottom lip sinking lower and lower the more he looked at the substance. "Yuu?" The female questioned as she sat opposite him at the table with a plate of pancakes and milk herself. He ignored her as he continued to glare at the glass almost forgetting to breathe in the moment. She stared at him with peculiar eyes until she followe

                As the libero for Karasuno, Nishinoya’s required to wear a jersey that contrasts to his teammates’ uniforms. It makes him stand out—easy to see among the sea of black.                 While it’s needed for volleyball, it isn't for anything else. His loud voice, boisterous personality, and energetic behavior make up for the lack of blinding orange.               Nishinoya’s always been one for bizarre antics, especially if they involved ensnaring your attention, even if just for a few moments; the eccentric actions—he dubbed them elaborate, but that’s up for debate—happened in

Today was Saturday, and cadets could do whatever they pleased since there was no training. You had planned to stay in bed, only moving to go to the cafeteria or to go to the bathroom. Those plans, however, were spoiled when Sasha bursted into the girl's dorm claiming she had a fantastic idea. You internally groaned. You didn't have a problem with Sasha, she was quite entertaining, but you really didn't want your lazy day to be entertaining.    "You guys! I have a fantastic idea!" She screamed, stuffing some left over bread into her mouth. You raised your eyebrow and nodded your head a bit, silently urging the food lover to go on. The other

You were a bit flustered earlier when Eren tried to flirt with you, but you just laughed it off. It's normal for him to flirt, and if he did stop flirting, you'd think it's wierd. But earlier, he truest to KISS you. Who wouldn't get flustered over that?! You simply pushed his face away. This was actually normal, for Eren to be your ever so lovely Bestfriend. "Why are you blushing?" He smirked. "Wha--just shut up already!!" You said. It was true that you had NO feelings for him whatsoever. You didn't care, but you were just surprised by the sudden action he was trying to pull. "Ahahah! Look at your face!" He teased. And just like that, you

“[Name]….why are you looking at me l-like that?”Armin said as he took his attention from the book he was reading to look at you, a soft blush covering his cheeks as you squinted your (e/c) eyes to look more closely at his lips. They were unrealistically soft and a light rosy pink, plump and juicy. Pouting, you removed your head from his chest and scooted closer to reach his face, cupping it with your hands to get a better look at those taunting, soft lips of his. “[N-Name]…! What are y-you d-doing?” “It’s not fair.” “H-huh?”    Leaning down, you kissed him softly, a light

     "Hey Armin!" You cheered before wrapping your arms around the blond boy's shoulders from behind.     "H-Hey _____..." His face turned a bright pink that made you giggle and cuddle your face into the crook of his neck. His face went from pink to red in ten seconds flat. Once you finished tormenting your flustered crush you sat down beside him.     Looking over the large array of books before him you knew that he had not left the library since breakfast. You found your eyes drawn to a picture of an animal with long arms and claws but a sleepy face. You pointed to the furry looking creature, "What is this?"