Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
i just got called out wtf
cw: mental illness i guess.
𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂
“I have more than three favourite characters!” — okay, I get it, you have no set aesthetic and are unable to make any decisions in your real life. stop lying to yourself and choose.
“You’re not right though?” — yes I am, perceive yourself better. open your eyes. consult your charts.
“My favourite character isn’t here!!” — then you have self projection issues and that’s not on me, that’s on you! just say you over romanticize people in your head and then feel let down when they’re not exactly how you imagined them to be and go.
“this was kinda rude.” — then my job is done.
This is a joke. Read at your own risk….
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Recently got into this ship hehe
More genderbends this time some boys of Shiratorizawa and hinata
Original
Shirabu, looking through his clothes : Has anyone seen my top?
Tendou : Semi's in the kitchen!
Shiratorizawa : *bursting out laughing*
Ushijima : I don't understand?
Shirabu embarrassed : YOU DON'T NEED TO UNDERSTAND!
You, a new business owner, becomes close with your new favourite regular, Semi Eita. Coffee shop AU
Warnings: Timeskip spoilers for their jobs!
Notes: Thank you @cheshanoneko-draws for the image! Also I rushed the ending a bit, so if it seems a bit lackluster that's why! 5545 words!
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“Finally I’m able to go home on time. I haven’t practiced guitar in a while.” Semi Eita mutters to himself. He’s had to work overtime for the past few days, sleeping in the office. By the time he eventually reaches the bus stop, the bus has already passed. “I want coffee.” he sighs and looks at the nearby stores, to his surprise a new coffee shop has opened.
Ding, ding.
The familiar sound of the door cracking open gains your attention. You look over to see someone in a suit with ashy blond hair and tired demeanor, the thing that catches your attention the most though being his beautiful brown eyes.
“Welcome to the shop! What can I get for you tonight?” You ask the man as he approaches the counter.
“A medium coffee, black please.” He requests.
“That will be 350 yen please.” You wait as he digs around his pockets.
“Shit I only have 300, just make the coffee small.” The man sighs.
“Don’t worry about the 50 yen, it’s on the house. After all, you're one of my first customers.” You quickly say, feeling bad for the poor man, he probably just came back from a long day at work.
“I’ll pay you back, I promise, er,” He squints his eyes trying to see your nametag, “(L/N). I will pay you back (L/N).”
“Please don’t worry about it, like I said it’s on the house.” You respond, pouring out his coffee. “Make sure you get rest today, I can tell you had a long day.”
The man nods while grabbing his drink and walking back outside to the bus stop. You sigh and lean against the counter after a long day at work, after you’ve taken a rest you get back up to finish cleaning.
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“I had to sleep in the office again!” Semi complains while kicking a rock on the street. “I’m gonna have to call the band to cancel again. Damn it!” He wails in anger. “I need another coffee.” Sighing, he starts heading to a familiar shop.
Ding, ding.
“Welcome- oh it’s you from the other day!” You say, happy to see a possible regular.
“You remember me?” He questions,
“Of course I do! I try to remember all my customers, they’re all special to me and this shop.” You gleefully say, “Now a medium black coffee again?” He nods at your statement before adding,
“As well as two of those croissants please.” He requests.
“Your total is 1030 yen.” You answer, grabbing his two croissants as he looks around in his pockets.
He hands you 1100 yen, grabbing the croissants you were holding. “Here, keep the change. I told you I’d repay you one day.”
“Wait! I can’t take extra money from a customer, here let me get your change.” You hurry to grab the cash out of the register only for something to be shoved into your mouth.
“I told you I’d repay you. Don’t mind getting me another croissant.” He smiled at you.
You pull the croissant out of your mouth, “You didn’t have to do that. Anyway, if you don’t have anywhere to be, would you like to sit and chat while we eat?” You ask as you start brewing the coffee.
“I don’t have anywhere to be, it would be a pleasure to eat with you.” Semi responds.
It’s funny, Semi thought. He wanted to go home, have a beer and sleep the night away, but here he is waiting for you to finish making his drink so the two of you can chat.
“Here you go, uh…” The realization hit you, “Oh my god I don’t even know your name! I’m so so sorry.” You apologize for your lack of manners but he just laughs.
“You’re kind of a clutz, I guess that’s what attracts people to you.” He says, grabbing his coffee, “My name is Semi Eita.”
“Have a seat anywhere Semi, I’ll join you after I make myself a drink.” You tell him, starting to prepare your own drink.
As Semi sat down in a booth he realized that the coffee shop was extremely clean, even if it was around closing time. This leads him to wonder if you get many customers. He wondered why people wouldn’t want to come. There’s you with a friendly personality, the beautifully decorated interior and the delicious pastries.
“Sorry it took a little long to make my drink.” You take a seat across from him. “So, Semi. Where do you work? You always seem so tired.” You wondered.
“I’m a civil servant, I mainly work with taxes and stuff. It’s a busy season right now.” He sighs and takes a sip of his coffee, “I also play in a band as a side gig.”
“You’re lying right?! That’s so cool!” You exclaim, “Being in a band, even as a side gig, is such a huge thing! What instrument do you play? Or are you a vocalist?” You bombard him with questions, flustering him a bit.
“I play guitar, but since it's a busy season I’ve been canceling practices with the other members.” He awkwardly laughs. “You should come watch us play one day, I promise we’re not the worst.”
“I’ll watch no matter what! Supporting small bands or businesses is something I’m completely fine with doing. Probably because this coffee shop is a small business so I understand what they may be going through.” You answer.
“I’ll continue to support your business.” He says while standing up. “It’s my que to head out now, the bus should be passing by any minute now. Thank you for this chat (L/N). Next time we’ll talk more about you.” Semi began to run out to his bus stop.
Sighing, you start to clean off the table the two of you were sitting at, changing the sign at the front from open to closed. Today you didn’t get many customers, but that’s the business world, some days will be slow. Flicking off the lights you grabbed your keys and started walking home.
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“SemiSemi!” A particular annoying voice calls out to Semi.
“What’s up Tendou. Oh? You came with Ushijima too?” Semi states, seeing Ushijima wave as Tendou jumps up and down in the air, getting Semi’s attention.
“That’s right! Ushijima had a free day today so he was able to come with us.” Tendou says, “Also here, freshly made chocolate!” He throws a bag of chocolate at Semi.
“I don’t get any?”
“Oh Goshiki. I didn’t realize you were coming too.” Ushijima says.
“Yeah, I managed to find time between games and classes.” Goshiki responds, “Also Shirabu is supposed to be coming as well.”
“We may be missing the majority of the team but it’s like we’re all still here together.” Semi reminisced about the time they had ditched volleyball practice to visit a shrine together, now years later they’re visiting the same shrine.
“Don’t act like they’re dead, Semi. All of them are very much alive.” Shirabu says, making his late grand entrance.
“You look dead inside. How’s med school treating you?” Semi asks, looking Shirabu up and down.
“Whatever it’s not like you look any better!”
“That’s enough you two, do you have to have me step in like back then?” Tendou says, slugging his arms over their shoulders.
“I never want to see anything like that ever again please Tendou.” Goshiki shudders at the memory.
“Let’s head up then.” Ushijima says, walking ahead of the group.
You decided to head up to the shrine to pray for good fortune, with bills racking up it looks like you might go under soon. After praying you wonder where to go next. You can’t open the shop since it’s a holiday, you can’t buy anything since you don’t have money, all your friends are with family right now. You sigh.
“(L/N) is that you?” You hear a voice call out to you, surprised you turn around to see Semi looking at you. He was wearing some jewelry with a darker colour scheme, paired with a fur coat on top.
“Who’s this Semi? Did you find a date and not tell us!?” A red haired person panics behind him.
“No this is (L/N), they own a coffee shop around the bus stop I take to go home. I went in one day and I keep visiting, I’m a regular there.” Semi explains the situation to his friends.
“Nice to meet you!” A black haired man extends his hand, “I’m Goshiki, nice to meet you (L/N).”
“Goshiki you just said the same thing twice.” An olive haired man says before approaching you, “I’m Ushijima.”
“My name is Shirabu, I’m actually the closest with Semi out of everyone here.” The man with sandy hair waves at you as Semi rolls his eyes.
“And last but not least I’m-”
“You’re Tendou Satori!” You exclaim. “Your chocolate is so popular, I’m actually a huge fan of your work and I hope you continue to show how you make chocolate! Seeing you motivated to follow your dreams as a chocolatier actually inspired me! “ You laugh awkwardly, seeing as how you’re bombarding the man. “I hope you expand your shop, I’d love to taste some chocolate here instead of traveling all the way to France.”
“Man I didn’t get to do a big introduction, but I’m glad I’ve got a fan! I might try expanding here, depends on how I feel. Alas,” He dramatically places a hand on his head, “if only I had known you were going to be here, I would’ve brought extra chocolate.” He sounds guilty over the fact that he wasn’t able to give his, probable, number one fan anything.
“No no don’t worry about it! I’ll buy your chocolates one day but I kinda can’t afford anything right now haha.” You joke around.
“Since you’re here, want to join us for the day?” Semi asks, shortly realizing you might be with someone, “If you’re not with anyone now that is.”
“I’m not here with anyone. I’d love to join you all but I can’t really buy anything.” You say awkwardly. Semi looks at you with a frown.
“Then I’ll pay, consider it appreciation for how kind you are to me whenever I come into your store.” Semi says, not allowing you to say anything else as he drops his arm over your shoulders. “Where are we going next guys?”
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“Did not think we’d be here. Do you even know how to skate Goshiki?!” Semi yells at the poor boy.
As the group was walking around town Goshiki and Ushijima wanted to try going skating, the entire group agreed except for Semi. Why did only Semi disagree? Semi didn’t know how to skate and he didn’t want to embarrass himself.
“To answer your question Semi, when I was younger my mom wanted me to go pro with skating, but eventually I got into volleyball and skating became a hobby of mine.” Goshiki answers, shocking almost the entire group.
“It looked like you had prior experience so I’m not surprised. It’s odd.” You say getting the attention of everyone, “I find that depending on whatever sport you’ve participated in changes the way you walk or act. Like Goshiki you walk like a volleyball player but there's this hint of elegance behind it, you must have been a figure skater.” Goshiki looked at you, jaw to the floor with your accurate assumption of the sports he partook in.
“Woah (L/N) you’re super good at analyzing people, were you some sort of sports manager back in high school?” Tendou asks, surprised by your knowledge.
“Nah, I’ve just liked looking at people from afar.” You say before realizing how wrong that sounds, “I mean not in the creepy way! Like in a sort of observation way. It’s interesting seeing how people interact with someone they like or dislike. Or if they’re having a bad day or not.”
“I suppose that makes sense. I don’t get it though.” Ushijima says finishing tying up his skates.
“Everyone good to go on now?” Shirabu asks. He was waiting on the ice for a while as the majority of you struggled with getting skates on.
Everyone gets on the ice slowly but surely. Shirabu and Goshiki start skating and trying to one up the other, Tendou and Ushijima skate around trying to get used to the feeling, as you try to get Semi on the ice.
“I don’t know how to do it, I think it’s better if I sit this out.” Semi says, his body shaking from nerves.
“Don’t be like that! You could have a fun time without knowing it, just hold on to the railing and I’ll be right beside you the whole time. I promise.” You try to convince him, holding out your hand to assist him onto the ice.
Still shaking, Semi grabs your hand and slowly gets onto the ice. While trying to get his left food onto the ice he trips over the bar and falls forwards a bit. Since you weren’t expecting the sudden force you fall down backwards, still holding hands with Semi dragging him down on top of you.
“I’m so sorry (L/N)!” Semi says, getting off you and sitting against the side. “I told you I should’ve stayed on the side.”
“Don’t be sorry, we’re having fun aren’t we! Look, you're on the ice now.” You cheer him up.
“Look at the lovebirds over there.” Tendou whispers to Ushijima, to which he nods in agreement.
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“Thank you for today, as well as walking me home, Semi.” You thank him.
“It’s no problem really, and I should thank you for teaching me how to skate.” He laughs at himself. There were a lot of times where he fell and accidentally brought you down with him but you were right, he had a lot of fun.
“Be safe on the way back to your place, Semi, and make sure to not push yourself. I’ll see you around my favourite regular.” You tease him before shutting the door, leaving the poor man blushing madly.
“I’m your favourite huh.” Semi whispers to himself before walking away. “Damn it I should’ve asked for their contact info!” Semi realizes it’s too late to go back and ask.
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Ding, ding… Ding, ding… Ding, ding… Ding, ding…
Maybe it was the prayer from the shrine or your promotion got popular but you’re backed up in your shop today. Constantly taking orders, making pastries, and cleaning.
“Excuse me but why is it only you working? You should get another hire.” A random customer rudely says to you, to which you brush off. Up until today you weren’t able to afford really anything, but if business continues to be as busy as it is now things will get better.
“Oh, Semi! Welcome, I'll help you in a minute. I just have three more coffees to make before taking your order. Wait, you're getting a black coffee and croissant again right?”
“You’re right but it looks like you’re swarmed, want some help (L/N)?” He offers, “I’m not good with making coffee or pastries but I can take orders and clean tables. Something to take your mind off stuff.”
“An apron should be in the back, grab that and put it on. Thank you, Semi.” You say, smiling happily as you bring out orders.
“(L/N) we’ve run out of cupcakes!” Semi shouts at you.
“Give me a minute I’m putting frosting on them!” You yell back, quickly finishing the sweet treats and bringing them out to him. “I’ve got to make more dough, you got the front counter?” You ask, to which he nods.
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Flipping around the sign from open to closed was the best feeling today. Both you and Semi Eita collapse on the ground.
“You really need to get another hire.” Semi pants out, his sweat dripping on the floor.
“Thank you for helping out but, didn’t you have work today? I didn’t keep you right?” You sit up, guilty for making him late.
“Actually I didn’t have work, I have the next 2 weeks off. I’m visiting France tomorrow to see Tendou.” He explains, sitting up with you.
“Tell him I said hi!” You excitedly say, “We should start cleaning this up so we can head home though.”
“Agreed.”
So the two of you spend the next 45 minutes prepping the pastry batter for tomorrow, cleaning the machinery and the tables, and taking out the trash.
“I’ll see you in a week, Semi.” You say, smiling.
“Eita.”
“Huh?” You ask, confused.
“Call me Eita, not Semi.” He answers, smiling back.
“Then, call me (Y/N).” You wave goodbye to Semi and head home. Even if he was a regular, a friendship has blossomed from it.
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Semi sighs as he plops down on his bed, after being dragged around by Tendou for the entire week he needed a good night's rest. He went to many tourist attractions, he even went to a few bakeries around and, he has to admit, their baked goods were really good but it couldn’t compare to yours. Luckily enough he managed to snag some of Tendou’s chocolate before it all sold out. He thought to himself that he should give you some before drifting off into sleep.
Knock knock.
“Ughhhh…” Semi groans into his pillow, looking up at his clock he notices he’s only been asleep for 3 hours.
Knock knock!
Sighing Semi stands up and heads towards the door to answer whoever may be knocking.
“Welcome back Semi!” Two voices call out while confetti flies into his face.
“What the hell are you two doing?” Semi goans, seeing both his underclassmen standing at his door.
“We knew you went to France so we decided to welcome you when you came back home!” Goshiki says.
“Yeah, and we were wondering if you got us any souvenirs..” Shirabu says, eying down Semi.
“No.”
“What! Why not!?” Both of them exclaim at the same time.
“I’m just messing with you two, but did you both seriously have to come visit me the day I get back?” Semi asks while inviting them inside.
“It was the one day our schedules aligned so we could come together.” Shirabu answers, plopping himself down on the couch.
“Have you eaten yet Semi?” Goshiki asks.
“Nah, like I said I just came back and I immediately fell asleep.”
“Then if you don’t mind, let me make something!” Goshiki insists.
“Knock yourself out.” Semi answers, joining Shirabu on the couch.
“So you didn’t get souvenirs for just us right? Did you get some for (L/N)? What about Ushijima?” Shirabu bombards Semi.
“Well, Ushijima is rich as hell and you know it. He visits France all the time to see Tendou. I also didn’t get anything for (L/N).” Semi lied through his teeth. What he found which reminded him of you was a mug that highlighted your kind personality. He also found matching keychains for both you and his underclassmen.
“I don’t believe you but you can spout whatever you want. Start the TV so we can watch Ushijima play.” Shirabu complains.
“Shit he’s playing today? I thought that was tomorrow.” Semi says, turning on the TV just in time to see Ushijima spike a ball, gaining a point. “Damn that still gives me chills to this day.”
“Yeah Ushijima is super cool. I can’t believe how competitive I was with him back in high school.” Goshiki, embarrassed with himself, says while walking out with a tray of sandwiches and tea. “The tea just got poured, be careful.”
“I was surprised all those years ago when Tendou said he wasn’t going to go pro. I thought for sure he was.” Shirabu says, reminiscing about the past.
“You’re not one to be sappy, what's wrong with you.” Semi stares him down.
“Med school has been getting to me, what can I say?” Shirabu sighs. He takes up a cup of tea and sips it to only spit it back out.
“It’s hot isn't it?” Goshiki stares at Shirabu angrily.
“Yeah it is.”
“Maybe you should’ve listened to me.”
“Stop staring at me like that!” Shirabu yells back jokingly.
“Now, now, you two don’t make me call Tendou, you do know it's early in the morning for him.” Semi says, trying to stop the fight between the two. The two instantly stop bickering.
Back in high school there was once a fight between underclassmen around 2am. Tendou, who was woken up by this fight, managed to strike so much fear into the poor students to the point where they resigned from the volleyball club.
“Let’s just cheer on Ushijima, yeah?” Semi asks, to which the two boys nod their heads.
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Semi sighs, glad to see his underclassmen but also glad that they’ve left. Goshiki, bless his heart for making food and drinks, choose the wrong tea, making caffeinated tea instead of uncaffeinated. Semi took this as a sign to fully unpack and clean the house, to get rid of some energy of course.
“Oh that’s right.” He mutters to himself, picking up the bag of chocolate that he bought for you.
See there was a little event that happened in France. Semi had stopped by a bakery and they had chocolate croissants and they were irresistible. That’s when he had an idea, he decided that when he came back he would try to make chocolate croissants for the both of you. He spent a good two hours asking Tendou how to melt it, how to properly drizzle the chocolate, pretty much every question in the book. Now it was the time to put all the knowledge he gained to use.
He burnt 2 batches, one of which was still raw on the inside. Thankfully his last chance at making a batch turned out perfectly. He quickly drizzled the chocolate on top, letting it sit. Thus your big souvenir from France was made.
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Knock, knock.
“(Y/N)? Are you home? You should be off work at this time.” Semi asks, waiting for you to open the door, he has all your souvenirs in a gift bag. You rush to open the door.
“Eita, I’m so glad you’re back, I missed you!” You exclaim, jumping up and hugging him.
“Woah be careful! I bought you some gifts and one is fragile!” Semi says, placing one hand around your back to stabilize the two of you.
“You didn’t have to, after all I’m not as close as you are with your other friends.” You pout, gently letting yourself off of him.
“Well I wanted to get you something. Mind if I come in?” He asks, to which you oblige.
Semi walks in and places his gift bag on the table, you followed him shortly behind. He then pulls out three different wrapped gifts, each being a different size. You frown.
“Did you have to wrap them all?”
“No but I thought it would be a nice gesture.” He says handing the smallest gift to you first. “Open this.”
You smile, gladly pulling apart the wrapping to see a cute coffee keychain.
“They had four different colours of the coffee, so I bought all of them. Gave one to Goshiki and Shirabu and kept one for myself.” Semi says while pulling out his phone to show the cute green coffee cup hanging from it. “Here’s the second one.” He says handing you the next gift, which was the medium sized one.
“Thank you so much Eita, don’t forget to tell Goshiki and Shirabu that I’d love to hang out with them again!” You say, smiling at the fond memory of the two. “Alright let me open this bad boy!” You say while ripping off the wrapping.
It was a mug, a beautiful one at that. It had your name on the side of it with beautiful designs covering it.
“I got it at a small business, I specifically requested your name.” He says, smiling sheepishly. “Do you like it?”
“Of course I do!” You respond almost immediately, running to the kitchen sink to wash it. “I’ll drink something out of it later. Now what’s the last gift!” You say while making grabby hands towards Semi.
“Here.” He hands you the last one, a slight hue a pink covering his cheeks.
You pull off the wrapping to see a container with croissants in it.
“French croissants? From a bakery?” You look up to him confused.
“I actually made the croissants myself, the chocolate though is Tendou’s chocolate. I melted some down and drizzled it on top, I also have a bag of them if you want it plain.” Semi says, giving you a big smile, “Let me know how they taste, yeah?”
“Eita..” You flush. He specifically remembered how you wanted to try Tendou’s chocolate, and he knew how much you liked pastries so he went out of his way and made you chocolate covered croissants. “Thank you, even if you were a regular at first, we definitely have blossomed into something more.”
Now it was his turn to blush.
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Ding, ding.
“Welcome!” An unfamiliar voice calls out to Semi. Looking to where the voice came from he notices a teenage girl instead of you. “What can I get for you?” The girl asks, smiling up at him.
“Is (Y/N), er, (L/N) here?” He asks, only for her to shake her head.
“(L/N) is sick right now so my mom asked me to take care of the store for them. I’m alright with it because when this place gets business I’m gonna apply here and work!” The girl says enthusiastically, “So are you gonna order anything?”
“I’ll take a medium green tea and soup to go please.” He answers.
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Knock… knock… knock..
“(Y/N)? Are you home?” Semi asks, giving time between each knock of the door. Eventually the door swings open, scaring him.
“Eita what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work?” You ask in a daze, both from confusion and from your sickness.
“Firstly it’s the weekend, all I have is my band but we’re not practicing until later, secondly, I don’t want you to stay sick. Go inside, I'll warm up your soup.” Semi says, slightly shoving you back inside your house with ease.
“Oooookayyy, I’m going to the couch.” You point in the direction you’re going before sluggishly making your way there.
Locking the door, Semi lets himself in and heads straight for your kitchen. He brings out a pot and puts the soup inside, letting it boil. While it’s heating up he pours some tea out for you, kept warm by a thermal cup.
“(Y/N), here drink some of this.” Semi asks, placing the cup of tea next to you, after you not moving for a while he asks again for you to drink some. This goes on for a while before he’s fed up and takes the cup and holds it to your lips.
“Open your mouth a bit, I’ll pour some in for you to drink.” He smiles as you oblige, slightly opening your mouth allowing for some liquid to get in. “I’ll be right back with some soup for you.” He gets up and heads back to the kitchen.
As he’s out of view your cheeks turn a light pink, realizing what Semi had just done. Grabbing a pillow you lean your head down comfortably onto it.
“Have you eaten anything at all today? You shouldn’t get sick from lack of food.” He mutters, gently brushing some hair off your face only to realize you fell asleep. “I’ll put the soup in the oven to keep it warm.” He says standing up and grabbing the bowl.
After putting the bowl into the oven he notices the dishes that were left, wanting to make things easier he begins washing them. Just then the realization hit him, his face turned red as a tomato, he was acting as if you two were a married couple. For a good minute that was the only thing he could think of, getting very flustered.
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Eventually you fell asleep. Not wanting you to sleep on the couch he picks you up and tries finding your room.
“(Y/N), is it this one?” He whispers, as to not stir you up too much. You groan yes in response. He gently places you down onto your bed, grabbing some blankets to place on top of you. He quickly runs downstairs to grab a glass of water in case you’re thirsty when you wake up.
“(Y/N).” He mutters to himself, “Am I in love with you?”
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“After talking with the council, Semi you definitely like (L/N). Definitely in a romantic type of way too.”
“The fuck is the council?? You just asked Shirabu and Tendou their opinions, didn't you Goshiki.” Semi angrily says.
“You should try making a move Semi. Now I have to go, my practice starts soon.” Goshiki says before hanging up the phone.
Semi groans and composes himself before entering your shop. Looking around he doesn’t see you until he looks down to you on the floor scrubbing something.
“Oh! Eita, don’t mind me, one of the customers threw up on the floor.” You answer what was obviously going through his head.
“No get up, let me finish cleaning it up. You’ve probably had a long day.” He says before bending down and taking the cleaning supplies out of your hands.
“Thank you. Oh also! I get to have some time off, I found some new hires since business has been going well!” You say while taking off the puke covered gloves. “Since it’s not a busy season for you, we should hang out soon.”
“I have a show this friday. If you’d like to come, I can get you tickets.” Semi blurts out.
“Well now I can’t say no if one of the band members asks me!”
“I’ll send you the information afterwards, but now I’m gonna go wash my hands.” Semi says, placing the cleaning supplies down and walking away.
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“Woah.” Is all you can say when you see the venue. It’s quite small but still feels like a concert hall, it’s not too empty and feels homey almost. “Excuse me but where is this seat located?” You ask a person nearby.
“Oh you’re so lucky dear, that’s right in front!” The nice woman says. She directs you the right way, and you thank her.
She wasn’t lying, you were lucky. Front and center, you got the greatest view of the stage. You wait in suspense as the band members go on stage one by one until Semi walks up. Oh, is all you can think. His hair, his outfit, everything just made him so attractive.
The night went on, each song bringing a new edge, and finally after an hour the songs came to an end. Before anyone does anything Semi speaks up.
“My name is Semi Eita, I’m the guitarist for this band and I have an announcement to make.” He pauses and takes a deep breath, “I’ve fallen in love with one of you in the crowd, I truly hope you know who you are.” He says as he holds up his phone.
That’s when it hits you, the phone wasn’t him ending the night in some punk way, it was a way of showing who he liked, that person being you. You were the only one in the crowd who had matching souvenirs with you, you were the only one who talked with him daily.
You walk outside with the rest of the crowd, circling around to the back door. You sigh as you think this through again. Semi, he was definitely more than a regular but, did you really want to pursue a relationship with him? He helped when you were in a time of need, he bought and made little souvenirs for you when on his trip to France, got you chocolates you’ve been wanting forever, and took care of you when you were sick. On the flip side though, you only knew him because he became a regular, you don’t even have any way to contact any of his friends. You sigh, deciding on your final answer.
You knock on the back door to see one of Semi’s bandmates answer.
“Yo, I can’t let you in here, sorry.” He says.
“I’m here to see Semi, he invited me to come here and I kinda need a ride back.” You laugh awkwardly as the bandmates' eyes widen.
“So it’s you, yeah? The one he likes, c’mon in.” He laughs and opens the door for you.
“Thank you for opening the door and thank you for telling me it’s me.” You wave and go on the hunt to find Semi.
You see out of the corner of your eye the door that says Semi. You slowly open the door to see Semi sitting with his head in his hands muttering about anything and everything, you hear a few ‘why did I do that’ and ‘god they hate me now’.
“Eita, don’t worry.” You hug him from behind, “If today was your way of asking me on a date, then I accept.”
Taichi knows that something is wrong with his best friend, he has been acting strangely for weeks. Now it's one of those moments again. Training is over and, uncharacteristically, Shirabu has not yet returned to his room to study for the next exam. No, he's standing at the edge of the court, water bottle still in hand, staring at Semi and Goshiki. Weeks ago, Goshiki had given up asking Shirabu for extra training; the latter had repeatedly turned him down and had approached Semi instead. Since then, the two had been training together more often and since then - Taichi paused in his deliberations and turned his gaze back to his best friend. He was still looking at the pitch as if spellbound and had his hands clenched. Was he…jealous? A grin appeared on Taichi's lips. Now he just had to find out which of the two Shirabu was jealous of.
I love the idea but I need more drama! What if the eldest decide to marry Yahaba and Ushijima after Oikawa's refusal? Does Yahaba agree because of his sense of duty? Does he somehow try to make sure that he can marry Shirabu after all? Or is Shirabu trying to make Ushijima say no to the condition?
i'm participating in the hq royalty week on twt and here is day 1 'arranged marriage' w/ yahashira !!
the idea for this was that the seijoh n stz kingdoms wanted an alliance but since oikawa refused to marry ushijima the elders said ok fine the 2nd princes can be paired off...but secretly yahashira actually do like each other represented by their chosen bouquets of violets "secrets" and yellow roses w/red tips "friendship/falling in love"..also ennoshita is officiating the wedding no reason why lol
these are the prompts for the week !!
It's no secret that Yahaba and Shirabu don't like each other. Kawanischi, on the other hand, has nothing against the Seijo captain. He is rather amused that there is someone who can give his best friend such good counters. At some point he starts talking to Yahaba, they exchange numbers and write back and forth. They get on really well and Taichi realizes that he feels more for Yahaba. But he's worried because he doesn't always want to stand between his best friend and his (hopefully soon to be) boyfriend. But the two surprise him. At first they have to really pull themselves together not to go for each other's throats, but as time goes by they realize that they have some similarities. At the next tournament, the two of them team up against Futakuchi and Taichi wonders what kind of demon due he has created.
Imagine: A test match between Shiratorizawa and Aoba Johsai and from second one the captains (Shirabu and Yahaba) are throwing insults back and forth, they are worse than Oikawa and Ushijima. End of the match and Shirabu goes to Yahaba. Kyoutani and Kawanishi are getting ready to tear the two apart but then...they suddenly start talking trash about some Aunt Hana and can't stop laughing. Goshiki thinks he's landed in a parallel universe! Shirabu laughs! It turns out that the two are cousins who have a very good relationship. But as soon as they're on the court, it doesn't matter - they trash-talking each other like nobody else
Does anyone know a semishira fanfiction that's set in the future? Like Shirabu as a doctor and Semi as a musician?
"You’re insufferable."
That was the last thing you hissed at Shirabu Kenjirō before the attending physician turned, red-faced and barely breathing through his nose, and barked loud enough to make half the emergency department flinch:
"Both of you—out. Now."
But that wasn’t how the day started.
It started with an argument.
“0.25 milligrams,” you said evenly, eyes flicking from the tablet to the patient. “He’s seventy-two. With a documented history of hepatic impairment. We’re not doing a full dose.”
Shirabu didn’t look up from the vial in his gloved hand. “He’s metabolizing fine, vitals are steady, and the attending’s notes—”
“—don’t override the risk of oversedation,” you cut in, sharper this time. “We need to adjust it. I already cleared it with Pharmacy.”
He glanced at you then, that cool clinical stare that always made your blood boil. “I triple-checked the chart. We’re wasting time.”
“You’re going to put a seventy-two-year-old man into respiratory depression.”
“And you’re going to let him seize while we argue.”
Your mouth opened, ready to fire back—and that’s when it happened.
The patient’s monitor screamed.
A violent shudder rocked through his body, limbs jerking, back arching off the gurney.
“Shit!” you both snapped in unison.
“Code blue!” you shouted into the hallway. “We need Ativan, now!”
The room exploded into motion. Nurses poured in. A crash cart slammed into the doorframe. Someone started chest compressions. And you—helplessly gripping the IV tubing you hadn’t primed—stood frozen beside Shirabu, both of you silent, horror pooling in your throats.
The attending shoved through seconds later, eyes wild. “Get the hell out!”
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Now.
“You’re done here for today,” the attending had spat, voice blistering. “Go help the nurses. Clean linens, supply runs, sit with waiting patients—I don’t care. You’re both liabilities right now.”
Shame swirled in your gut. Not because you were wrong—no, you were right about the dosage—but because you’d let Shirabu get under your skin. Again. And someone paid for it.
You stormed out of the trauma bay, white coat flaring behind you like a war banner, and Shirabu followed half a step behind, not saying anything yet, which was somehow worse. The moment you passed the threshold into the hallway, you whirled on him.
“You’re unbelievable,” you snapped. “I told you the dose was too high—”
“And I told you I triple-checked the chart,” he said coolly, not even looking at you. “But of course, you think you’re always right.”
“Because I usually am. You never listen to anyone, you just go with your arrogant little gut—”
“My gut?” He turned then, sharply, eyes like frost over steel. “You mean the one that finished top of its class in diagnostics and surgical prep?”
“Oh, congratulations,” you snarled, hands tightening into fists at your sides. “You got a gold star while you ignored the actual patient in front of you.”
"You don't know how to read the room half the time," he snapped. "You’re so busy being morally superior, you forget we’re on a clock. You want to argue philosophy while someone’s bleeding out? Grow up."
You could feel your pulse in your teeth. Heat flooded your face. You weren’t even sure when the two of you had gotten so close—but now he was right in front of you, all sharp lines and cold fire, his jaw tight, breath shallow, his stupidly pretty mouth parted like he had one more insult on the tip of his tongue.
“You’re a condescending prick, you know that?” you hissed. “Always acting like you’re the only one with a functioning brain.”
“And you’re a self-righteous control freak who can’t take being challenged.”
“You don’t challenge, Shirabu. You bulldoze.”
“And you let your emotions run the whole goddamn room.”
You stared at him, breathing hard, chest rising and falling as if you’d just sprinted across the hospital. He was infuriating. Arrogant. Cold. The kind of person who drove you absolutely insane. And yet—
His mouth was moving again, eyes still sharp—but all you could think about was how close he was. How flushed his skin had gotten. How your stomach hadn’t stopped twisting since that patient flatlined. The adrenaline still burned in your chest like a furnace. And how long had it been since anyone had touched you, really touched you—looked at you like more than just a coat with a badge and a clipboard?
When was the last time I had sex?
The thought shot through your brain like a live wire. The frustration, the tension, the sheer exhaustion of existing inside a pressure cooker like this day after day—it all exploded behind your eyes.
Sixteen-hour shift. A missed lunch. A mistake that rattled your bones.
Fuck it.
You grabbed the front of his coat, yanked him forward, and shoved him—hard—into the nearest door. It flew open with a groan, revealing the dim, cramped supply closet, the air inside cold and sterile and completely indifferent to what was about to happen.
You shoved him inside.
He barely had time to stumble backward before you stepped in after him, kicked the door shut with a sharp slam, and crashed your lips to his.
It was a mistake. It was impulsive. It was heaven. A desperate, furious kind of salvation.
Shirabu froze for half a second—just long enough for you to think oh god, what have I done—before he growled low in his throat and kissed you back like he’d been waiting for this, like he had been burning too. His hands found your waist, fingers digging into your hips like he wanted to leave bruises, like he needed to anchor himself to something real.
You gasped when he walked you backward, guiding you with rough, hurried steps until your back hit the shelves. The plastic bins and paper-wrapped gauze rattled with the force of it.
“This,” he rasped against your jaw, breath hot and uneven, “is the stupidest idea you’ve ever had.”
“Shut up,” you whispered, clawing his lab coat open. “I don’t want to hear your voice right now.”
“Then stop giving me reasons to use it.”
You dragged him down again.
The kiss deepened, turned frantic, messy. Teeth. Tongue. Hot breath and sharp nails. The smell of antiseptic and the sting of fluorescent lighting faded into nothing. The only thing you could feel was the press of his mouth, the grind of his body against yours, the heat blooming low and hungry in your belly.
He yanked your scrub top up, pushed it out of the way with impatience, and bit down along your collarbone like he meant to leave a mark. You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. You wanted him closer. You wanted him rougher. You wanted to feel anything but the burn of regret and the echo of the code blue.
And you let him.
Because you’d been burning for too long.
And because, for once, Shirabu Kenjirō had finally shut the hell up.
You had mastered the art of keeping your cool.
In school, you were the picture of perfection—organized, ambitious, meticulous in everything you did. You had a system for everything: color-coded planners, perfectly curated study schedules, and a resume that outshined most adults in the workforce. When you took on the role of manager for the Shiratorizawa volleyball team, it wasn’t because you particularly cared about the sport—it was another challenge to conquer, another achievement to stack onto your spotless record.
But then there was Tendou Satori.
A gremlin in human form.
He was your one roadblock to peace, the singular entity determined to ruin your composed demeanor. From the first day, he had made it his mission to push your buttons. Whether it was teasing you during practice, dramatically announcing your arrival every time you walked into the gym, or deliberately causing mild chaos when you were trying to focus—he was always there, getting under your skin.
And today? He was worse than usual.
“Oi, Manager-chan, you look tense~” Tendou’s mocking voice rang through the gym as you diligently took notes on the team’s stats. “Is the weight of perfection getting to ya?”
You exhaled sharply, choosing to ignore him.
Big mistake.
Tendou, sensing weakness, immediately invaded your space, leaning over your shoulder to peer at your clipboard. “Ooooh, look at you, all serious and focused.” His smirk widened as he snatched the clipboard from your grasp before you could react. “Hey, Semi, you see how intense she gets? It’s almost scary.”
Semi barely glanced up from where he was stretching. “Tendou, give it back before she kills you.”
“Oh, but she’d never. She’s too put together for that.” He turned back to you, grinning. “Right, Manager-chan?”
Your eye twitched.
“You’re making her mad again,” Ohira noted from across the gym, shaking his head. “Not a great idea.”
“She’s always mad,” Goshiki mumbled, tying his shoes. “Maybe she should just—”
“Finish that sentence, Goshiki, and I’ll have you running laps,” you snapped, finally lunging for your clipboard.
Tendou yanked it just out of reach, stepping back with a playful glint in his eyes. “I swear to—Tendou, I am not in the mood for this!” you snapped, lunging for it again. He effortlessly dodged, making a show of flipping through your neatly written notes.
“Wow, you even color-code these?” he mused. “You are a perfectionist.”
Your patience snapped.
“Give it back, Tendou, or I swear—”
“Or what?” His smirk widened. “You gonna scold me? Ground me? Maybe write me up in one of your little reports?”
“Manager,” Shirabu called over, “just hit him.”
Your fists clenched, but before you could blow up completely, a voice cut through the tension.
“Tendou,” Ushijima’s calm yet authoritative voice silenced the entire exchange. “You are wasting time.”
Tendou sighed dramatically. “Awww, but Ushi, I’m just having a little fun—”
“Tendou.” Ushijima’s stare was unwavering.
With an exaggerated sigh, Tendou reluctantly handed the clipboard back. “Fine, fine. No need to get all intense about it.”
“You are intense,” Yamagata muttered under his breath, but it was enough to make Tendou chuckle. You snatched the clipboard from his hands, shooting him a murderous glare before stomping back to the bench. The rest of practice continued with you actively ignoring him, though you could feel his smug gaze on you the entire time.
After morning practice, you thought you had finally earned a few moments of peace, but of course, that was never the case with Tendou.
It started when he 'adjusted' the team’s training schedule—doubling the number of drills without any warning, replacing the usual post-practice cooldown with an endurance challenge that he personally designed, and worst of all, swapping your neatly organized equipment labels with absolute nonsense.
The first red flag was Ushijima approaching you, arms crossed. "Manager. Tendou says you approved these changes."
You blinked, gripping your clipboard. "I absolutely did not."
Ushijima simply nodded. "I thought so."
Tendou, leaning against the net with a smug grin, waved lazily at you. "Ohhh, Manager-chan, you wound me. I thought you’d appreciate my initiative."
Your blood boiled.
“Tendou," you said through gritted teeth. "What did you do?"
“Oh, nothing serious~ Just thought the team needed a little extra spice. Gotta keep 'em on their toes, y’know?"
The entire team was now staring.
"Fix it," you snapped, already pinching the bridge of your nose.
“Oh, but it’s too late! I’ve already made some executive decisions. Like renaming the storage bins! Now instead of boring labels like ‘knee pads’ and ‘water bottles,’ we’ve got ‘Mystery Box #1’ and ‘Cursed Liquids.’”
You stared at him, absolutely seething.
Ohira muttered, "...‘Cursed Liquids’?"
Tendou beamed. "Oh yeah! And the balls are labeled ‘Fragile: Handle With Extreme Caution.’ I’m really fostering an atmosphere of uncertainty and excitement."
Yamagata walked over to a cart and squinted. "Why does this one say ‘Definitely Not Volleyballs’—?"
He opened the cart and yelped as half the contents spilled onto the floor.
Tendou laughed. "Oops. Guess I should’ve labeled that one better."
You could actually feel your soul leaving your body.
"TENDOU, YOU ABSOLUTE MENACE!" The words ripped out of you like a volcano finally erupting, and the entire gym fell into silence. You marched up to him, fists clenched so tightly your nails dug into your palms. "You don't just get to—" you sucked in a breath, visibly shaking with rage. "Undo. Everything. Right. Now."
Tendou merely tilted his head, hands still stuffed in his pockets, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oooh, scary."
That was it.
With a frustrated noise, you threw down your clipboard and turned on your heel, storming out of the gym before you could do something truly regrettable—like chucking a volleyball at his smug face.
The doors slammed shut behind you, leaving behind a heavy silence.
Semi exhaled. "Okay, yeah, that was bad."
"Dude," Yamagata muttered, shaking his head. "That was the loudest she’s ever yelled."
Ushijima, ever direct, simply said, "You should apologize."
Tendou scoffed. "Apologize? For what? I'm fostering team morale!"
Semi arched a brow. "No, you’re fostering a migraine."
"And an aneurysm," Shirabu added dryly.
Ohira sighed. "Tendou, come on. We all know you do this because you like her."
Tendou exhaled through his nose, tilting his head. "Well, yeah. Obviously."
The gym fell into silence.
Goshiki blinked rapidly. "Wait, what?!"
Semi threw his hands up. "Oh, now you admit it?! After months of this? After making our manager nearly combust on a daily basis?"
Tendou shrugged. "What can I say? It’s fun. She’s cute when she’s pissed."
Ohira groaned. "This is so much worse."
"Yeah, no kidding," Yamagata muttered. "Dude, go fix it."
Ushijima nodded. "You should apologize."
Tendou let out a dramatic sigh, already making his way toward the exit. "Fine, fine. But if she throws something at me, just remember—I did this for you guys."
Shirabu scoffed. "No, you’re doing this for you."
"Same difference!" Tendou sang, pushing through the doors.
"Oh, this is gonna be a disaster," Semi muttered.
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Outside, your footsteps pounded against the pavement as you stormed away from the gym, rage thrumming under your skin like an electrical current. The nerve of that man—! You were going to kill him. No jury would convict you.
Behind you, quick footsteps echoed. You didn’t have to look to know who it was.
"Of course," you seethed under your breath.
"Oi, Manager-chan!" Tendou’s voice rang out, obnoxiously cheerful despite the fact that he had just single-handedly ruined your entire day. "Wait up!"
You didn’t wait. Instead, you walked faster.
"Hey, hey, don’t ignore me! I came to apologize!"
His mock sincerity made something snap inside you.
"Go to hell, Tendou!" you barked over your shoulder, barely slowing down.
Tendou let out a dramatic sigh, then jogged ahead, stepping directly into your path before you could escape.
Your body nearly collided with his. He was too close, all lazy grins and infuriating confidence, like he hadn’t just been the source of your current blood pressure crisis.
"Move, Tendou," you snapped, your voice low and dangerous.
He put a hand to his chest, feigning offense. "Oof. I come all this way to make amends, and that’s how you treat me? Harsh."
"If this is another joke, I swear to god—"
"No jokes," he interrupted smoothly, his smirk still present but eyes sharp. "I’m serious—okay, mostly serious. I did kinda push you hard today, huh?"
You scoffed. "Oh, so you do have a functioning brain?"
"I do, in fact. And contrary to popular belief, I also have self-awareness." His smirk deepened, eyes glinting with something unreadable. "I just happen to enjoy making you... expressive."
Your teeth clenched so hard your jaw ached. "I am expressive. You’re just a walking migraine."
Tendou hummed, looking you up and down like you were an interesting puzzle to solve. "Mmm... no, I think you’re a little too put together, actually." His grin sharpened, a slow, deliberate smirk. "All wound up so tight, afraid to let loose."
Your rage flared hotter than ever.
"I AM NOT WOUND UP," you spat, fists curling at your sides.
"Oh, no?" His gaze flickered down—just for a split second—noticing the way your hands shook with restrained anger, the tension in your shoulders, the way your breath came out just a little too fast.
Then, his smirk turned dangerous.
"Prove it."
Your eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"
Tendou tilted his head, mocking thoughtfulness, his voice casual yet edged with something wickedly taunting.
"Go out with me. Saturday."
Your entire brain short-circuited.
"WHAT?!"
His grin only widened. "C’mon, Manager-chan~ What’s one little date?" His tone was syrupy sweet, full of mocking amusement. "You said I was wrong—so show me."
You opened your mouth—ready to refuse, ready to tear him apart—but then you saw it.
Something hidden beneath the teasing.
There was a challenge in his expression, a dare, a glint of something genuine underneath all the bravado.
Your pulse spiked.
You were going to regret this.
You exhaled sharply, glaring daggers at him. "No pranks?"
Tendou raised three fingers, mock solemn. "Scouts honor."
You stared him down, searching his face for any sign of deception. His smirk remained, but there was a flicker of something undeniably serious in his gaze.
Before you could think better of it, before your rationality could kick in, the words slipped past your lips.
"Fine."
Tendou’s grin split into something truly devious.
"That’s my girl."
Your entire body jerked with fury. "Don’t. Say. It like that."
But he was already walking away, laughing as he turned his back on you, hands tucked behind his head like this was just another game he’d won.
"See you Saturday, Manager-chan~"
You stood there, rooted to the ground, your mind replaying everything that had just happened.
And then reality hit you like a truck.
Oh. Oh no.
WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?
Hello ladies and gents and welcome to my dumb brain struggling to actually step out of my comfort zone here and write characters I usually don’t write so forgive the possible cringe u.u’’
Furthermore I am a moron who is unable to use a calendar and I confused the dates of DaiSuga Week with the ones for this event, so these come a bit late and will be continued irregularly, but here is a masterpost for my contributions to the @spikersetterweek!
More info on each day below the cut - the stories are generally rated Gen, though some might drift a bit in the direction of Teen And Up - no Mature or Explicit content though! // PLEASE NOTE: As of posting this blog, I have not yet written all the chapters, so the contents are still subject to change!
Day 1 - Struggle - Daichi/Suga They practise for weeks and yet their new synchronized attack just won't work. Sugawara is starting to doubt and works himself to the bone in order to figure out what he is missing.
Day 2 - Swap - Watari & Aoba Johsai Shinji Watari is not a bad setter, but he is no Oikawa Tooru either and in the shadow of a great name and a new friendship the Aoba Johsai first-year has to reflect on his pupose in a new team.
Day 3 - Separation - Hanamaki & Oikawa Hanamaki isn't sure if he believes in fated pairs, but what he definitely believes in is proofing people wrong and rubbing it in their faces afterwards - coincidently so does Oikawa and when they are accused of being useless when separated from Iwaizumi and Matsukawa, they set out to have the most epic day ever... all on their own!
Day 4 - Space - Bokuto/Akaashi (+ Kuro/Kenma) The year is 2168 and humanity has colonized the solar system. Space travel is available for the broad population and a new sport is gaining in popularity: Saturn Surfing. Akaashi Keiji isn’t really into any of this, but a job is a job and so he has to set out in order to sell a new and promising surfer some sponsorship deals - if only he knew that ‘rising star with wild boyish charm’ translates to ‘Bokuto Koutaru’, he would have taken more Ibuprofen on the trip!
Day 5 - Sacrifice - Shirabu & Ushijima (+ Semi & Tendou) Shirabu chose Shiratorizawa for a reason - even the simplest set will lead to victory! And while he was definitly right with that, he still has to discover that relying on an invicible ace does not mean he has to sacrifice his pride as a skilled setter.
Day 6 - Surprise - Koganegawa & Futakuchi (+ Dateko) All Koganegawa wants is for someone to be proud of him. Especially his captain! If only he could figure out how to earn Futakuchi's friendship.
Day 7 - Free Day - Honestly, I have no idea yet
BEHIND EVERY SETTER
IS A SETTER WHO HAD TO GIVE UP HIS DREAM FOR HIM
There's hardly any Goshiki Stories or OneShots on websites/ apps like these and since it's my babies birthday {well it's the next day but still-}
I thought I'd could write one, A Yandere one at that because I don't see many of those either so Enjoy!
{My first Yandere OneShot /First OneShot in General}
~Cover Art and Art For the Chapter isn't mine~
Goshiki’s POV:
It's finally August 22nd, My Birthday... I didn't want anything else but to be with my sweet sweet [Name], I love her so much everyday at practice she would compliment and praise me for the good job I did, I was hooked from the start, I was to nervous to confess to her so I would follow her around school, Take Pictures, and Leave Gifts and Letters...but now today... I'm gonna tell her how I feel...
[Name’s POV]:
I was walking to My Dorm Room After school when I heard my name, "[Name]!" I heard the persons yell, I turned around to see Goshiki Running towards me.
3rd Person POV:
"Hey Goshiki! Happy Birthday! Do you need anything?" [Name] says "T-Thank you and um...a-actually I wanted to tell you s-something..." "Oh what is it?" She looked at him curiously she wanted to know what was so important to where Goshiki had come all this way for not to mention he's kinda Red in the face "I-I like you..." Goshiki says "I've liked you for awhile now ever since you've said I did a great job at Volleyball Practice once" [Name] Looked at him with shock 'So he's the one who's been giving me those Gifts and Letters I'm guessing' She says in her head
It stays quiet for a minute and then [Name] says something that Goshiki wasn't gonna like "I-I'm Sorry Goshiki...I-I like someone else...." Once he heard those words his heart shattered, "W-What..." was all he could say, it's his special day and the love of his life just rejected him!? Not fair! "I know what your thinking 'It's My Birthday and I got Rejected!?' I know you don't wanna hear that but I have to tell the truth... I like Shirabu..." Shirabu... Damn Shirabu...? Goshiki eyes twitched at the name, out of everyone you could've liked it's fucking Shirabu... that's it
Goshiki Snapped, He didn't want to do this to his love but the love of his life rejected him... on HIS day! He's been working up the courage to tell you he loves you and this so what he gets... on his Birthday... Not Fair at all! Goshiki quickly Grabs [Name] "GOSHIKI WHAT ARE YO-" Before she can say anything, Goshiki Puts a Cloth over her mouth and nose, [Name] tried fighting him off but ended up losing which led to her passing out
~Three Hours Later~
[Name’s POV]:
I open my eyes and see I'm in a unfamiliar place, I try getting up but I can't, I look down to see... 'I-I'M TIED UP!?' I thought, I start panicking and trying to remember what had happened and it clicked... Goshiki... Goshiki seemed to snap after I rejected him, Knocked Me out and place me in some random room then I heard a sound of a door opening, I looked to see who it was... it was Goshiki.
3rd Person POV:
"Ah your awake Love~" He says "My Beautiful Birthday Present~" 'B-Birthday Present?' She Thought "G-Goshiki let me go!" "No can do love, you're my birthday present and I have you where I want you" He says smiling very creepily "Goshiki I know I rejected you especially on your birthday I'm sorry! But I already told you I like shirabu, please let me go! And please stop calling me Birthday Present I am a person you know!" She yells, Goshiki's Creepy smile turns into a frown "But you are my birthday Present... and I don't wanna share my birthday present with him it's MY birthday not his, he doesn't deserve you! Nobody deserves you but me! and until you understand that you'll stay hear and you won't be able to see anyone but me which is alright all you need it me Right, love~?"
{A/n}: hope you enjoyed this story! It will be up on my Tumblr and Wattpad which is the same name as on here “myahs-delulu-palace”