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yahaba and kyoutani never seemed to get along, but when their senpais graduate and it's their turn to lead the club, something shifts. they don't know what (even if everyone else does), but luckily, watari can nudge them in the right direction. (god bless watari shinji; everyone would be lost without him.)

ballet dancer yahaba learns of the existence of the most handsome man in the world, kyoutani, and bails out of ballet class to go find him and satisfy all his urges.

"the wish for yahaba and he to resemble their senpai dies right then and there, a bark of laughter escaping him at the idea. he ignores kindaichi’s surprised glance as he goes to retrieve the ball he just spiked over the net. yahaba would rather explode than let that happen, and kyoutani might be gay, but that doesn’t mean his taste in men is as bad as his social skills."

sheltered [ shel-terd ] 1. protected or shielded from storms, missiles, etc. 2. protected from the troubles, annoyances, sordidness, etc. 3. of a business or industry: enjoying noncompetitive conditions, as because of a protective tariff. 4. of or relating to employment or housing, especially for persons with disabilities, in a noncompetitive, supervised environment. or 5. a combination of: two stubborn teenage boys, team bonding, homemade soup, dog walks, courting tips and drinking games

kyoutani kentarou is the definition of an alpha. he's impatient and quick to anger. he's unafraid to say exactly what he's thinking and remarkably stubborn when it comes to working and listening to others. he's the perfect alpha. or would be.

if he wasn't an omega.

yahaba shigeru has the mild manner and gentle attitude of a beta. he doesn't feel the need to stand out or take charge, but he's prepared to if necessary. it's only his remarkable determination and stubbornness that marks him as an alpha.

"to put it frankly, you're the only one who can handle him," oikawa says. "and honestly, probably the only one he listens to aside from iwa-chan."

"bullshit," yahaba says reflexively. "he doesn't listen to me."

but he knows kyoutani does—and for some reason, it makes some kind of dumb, smug pride swell in his chest, because kyoutani doesn't even listen to oikawa or their chief half the time. iwaizumi is the exception, but so is he, it seems.

—

yahaba isn’t totally thrilled by kyoutani’s prickly, loner attitude and his messy way of ghost hunting, but once you get past the glares and grunts, he’s not actually such a bad guy to work with. when their ghost hunts start to go wrong and a more sinister plot begins to reveal itself, yahaba realizes he’s got to work together with kyoutani before things get really out of hand.

working in a coffeeshop hadn't been kyoutani kentarou's grand plan, but it's one that proves to his dad that he does want to do something with his life. he doesn't like it much, not least because his boss oikawa tooru and his co workers are either idiots or tossers- usually both. so he doesn't care if they give him a wide berth. and he especially doesn't care if yahaba-fricking-shigeru has a date with a cute girl who works in the office round the corner.

no, he doesn't care at all.

until he sees them dancing ...

kyoutani is a tattoo artist and also a witch that offers special services with the ink. when an unlikely customer walks in his parlour, he doesn't have a clue at who fate actually brought in today.

yahaba is a struggling artist in university. when he decides to get one tattoo, fate brings him to a guy who can help him in so many more ways.

yahaba's only eighteen, but it's not too early for him to feel like his time is running out. when he finds out that he's not as alone as he'd once believed himself to be, he makes a last-ditch attempt to regain lost time and turn things around for good, even if he has to take more drastic measures than he's ever dreamed of.

they make an odd pair, kyoutani and yahaba. the reluctant archer from a prominent kyudo clan cratering down an unknown path of volleyball and chipping away his precious hands and the bow maker who before was an urban myth, weaving bows for little kids who couldn't afford to buy fancy synthetic bows for their classes, a formidable volleyball player. they make an odd pair, for they speak into one another's ears, shoulders and fingers entwined like bamboo strips surrounding hardwood in a bow. they make an odd sight, but it is a sight that is reminiscent of one centuries ago, a bow maker by an archer's side, lending strength and something much more inexplicable to the warrior princess' side

in kyoutani’s experience, there really wasn’t a lot of variation to how people reacted to their own death. the man tried bribing kyoutani, saying he would make it worth his while. what kyoutani wanted couldn’t be bought, and so it had taken little thought to break the man’s neck and drop him to the floor.

shigeru stood for a moment and let the sun warm his skin, trunk and branches, let the light soak into his leaves and hair, and wondered at the thief-- why had he bothered returning the pelt?

what a baffling sort of criminal.

“how is this being selfish? i honest to god want to punch you sometimes.”

kyoutani smiles. it has a flash of teeth and a tender press on his cheeks. yahaba’s gaze is glued to it, and when he says, “i know,” yahaba’s brain finally processes the fact kyoutani kentarou has dimples.

shit, yahaba needs to get out of here before he does something really stupid. like punching the wall. or kissing kyoutani. or punching the wall and kissing kyoutani.

yahaba can’t breathe.

yahaba is seijo's new captain, he's having a bit of a mental breakdown every now and then and half of his troubles come in the shape of kyoutani kentarou. with whom he dreams of, and wants to touch, and maybe even kiss. yahaba's starting to believe he is: fucked.

kyoutani’s second year of college had started out rough, but as soon as he feels it’s all getting better, his roommate steals his phone and downloads the dreaded tinder app.

at least he’s met a really cute guy...

kentarou's seventeen, and he hopes he never meets his soulmate.

yahaba spends the week before his heat in absolute misery.

"kyoutani doesn't seem to care about his defensive behaviour, takes a step closer so that they don't need to have this discussion across the room and more importantly so that he can pick up the changes in yahaba's composure, something he did more often than not lately, though it had been watari who pointed it out to him, his willingness to get closer to his teammates by understanding them better."

  • fated | soulmates!au, general, 7k+

kentarou's soulmate mark is a grim one and he grows up afraid of meeting them. he decides he doesn't need a soulmate at all if someone named dumbledore needs to die because of it.

yahaba’s looking at him, in that way only yahaba does, and the way yahaba always does when he looks at kentarou — like he can see every piece of him under his skin, inside and out. like it doesn’t matter what kentarou might try to hide from him, because he’s going to see it anyway. so he’s got to see something on his face, because his smile dials down about twelve notches into something softer, something sadder, and he only says, “let me know you get in okay, alright?”

kentarou snorts, trying to be casual. trying not to choke. “it’s two floors up, i’ll be fine.”

for four years, kyoutani's been holding his feelings for yahaba in.

yahaba had been teaching at aobajohsai high for a full year when a new teacher, kyoutani kentarou, joined the teaching staff. yahaba loves teaching and his students, but what makes his days all the more bearable is the fact that his fellow teacher, kyoutani, is just across the hall.

aka- yahaba and kyoutani are teachers who start out as friends and quickly become more than that. they share the burden of relentless teasing from their students who want nothing more than for their two beloved teachers to admit their love for another. also, kyoutani is a real adult while yahaba is an actual child.

yahaba returns home after a week away and boy, does he have plans for his boyfriend

who does he think he is, arguing with an omen of death who could will him to die on a whim? he wants the forest floor to swallow him whole..

yahaba shigeru, a sixth year at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, usually keeps to himself, helping professor oikawa with extraneous herbology tasks when he has the time, but all of that changes when he starts noticing someone, namely kyoutani kentarou, a hufflepuff that has somehow wormed his way into his head (and heart).

shigeru kicks the door shut behind him after another particularly nasty gust. he stays still, otherwise, scanning the homey, cozy interior. everything is painted in soft oranges, flickering shadows dancing as if to welcome him, and once his nose begins to thaw he thinks he smells hot cocoa. this could be a wet dream of his for how tired and cold he’d been.

but kyoutani kentarou, sitting cross-legged on the bed with an angry scowl and a wand pointed right at him, is certainly not part of that fantasy.

( or: shigeru means to spend the night alone in a cabin in the woods, but ends up instead half snowed in with one kyoutani kentarou, which is not according to plan)

when shigeru hears that kyoutani and his dad haven't decorated for christmas in years, he takes it upon himself to bring a little christmas cheer to the alpha.

not because of a crush. no. nothing like that.

yahaba and kyoutani started growing a friendship between them over the summer after the third years left them in charge. but after coming so far together, friendship didn't feel like enough and it takes a snowstorm to make them hash it all out.

"oh, come on, it's obvious," oikawa sighs. "you never have semi-decent manners with anyone except for yahaba-kun. might as well be a declaration of undying love."

_"that's not what it is," kyoutani grits his teeth. _

"denial is the first stage!" oikawa wags his finger. the grin disappears off his face as soon as it came. "just be careful around him. love is a dangerous thing, you know."

kentarou is having trouble finishing a job application. shigeru convinces him to let him help.

kyoutani runs into someone he never thought he would see again, and the first thing he does is burst into laughter.

after the first time, they fell into a pattern, one without words, without feelings. it was hard not to think of them as something. there was nothing between them... right?

yahaba shigeru decided he hated kyoutani kentarou within 28.67 seconds of knowing him.

“no princess, i don’t have my mark or do think i’ll ever get it. i don’t believe in that whole soulmate mumble jumble.” kyoutani said to the child in his lap.

“why? daddy and papa have their pretty marks.”

“well, i just don’t. doesn’t make any sense to me to be honest. i mean, you go your whole life wondering what will trigger that mark and then you have to find them. i’d be lucky if i found someone since everyone likes to call me the hell hound.”

the first words your soulmate say to you are written somewhere on your body. kyoutani is mute, and yahaba believes he's never had a soulmate.

the curious thing about the world is that, if you let it, it’ll stand still. kyoutani’s never been still for a second of his life until he’s forced to be. or, at least, the world forced him to be.

yahaba is searching for a god. a protector of a forest with glowing claws or glowing antlers. a being of infinite knowledge of what happens in its forest.

kyoutani belatedly realizes he's fallen for his stupid, stubborn, annoying, amazing setter. power of hidesight- 20/20. which leaves him working to put his new understanding in perspective. it goes about as well as expected.

kyoutani’s mouth is on yahaba’s neck. yahaba’s shirt is unbuttoned and pushed open. several hickeys litter his collar. kyoutani’s own button-down is in disarray, open down to his chest, untucked. there’s hard candies all over the countertop. yahaba has his hands tucked under the waistband of kyoutani’s trousers. oikawa doesn’t even bother checking where kyoutani’s hands are because suddenly the ceiling is very, very interesting.

“well!” he exclaims, smiling at the light fixture. “this has been enlightening. i am going to turn around and exit the room now.”

and he does just that, letting the door click shut behind him.

kyoutani doesn't know how to handle himself when his partner gets injured.

prince yahaba shigeru needs an alpha to get him through his rut. feral alphas are known to be a little dangerous, but yahaba thinks that's just the kind of alpha he needs.

the progression of yahaba’s pregnancy, one moment at a time.

kyoutani’s en route to the new restaurant that recently opened up downtown to meet with what could potentially be a serial killer. his friends always tell him that he’s being overly cautious and a tad dramatic for always thinking this way, but could anyone blame him?

these days, it’s hard to tell if the attractive guy across the room is as nice as he portrays himself to be or if he has four bodies decaying in his basement.

note to self: stop reading killing stalking before bed.

kyoutani deals with things as they come, and when something goes wrong, he just has to move on from that, too.

it's rare for something to shatter him completely that he can't move on. but, luckily, it looks like he doesn't have to.

a ton of lighting and thunder, a scared-to-death yahaba, a strong yet awkward kyoutani, and of course, a shared bed because storms can't happen without two teenage boys sharing a moment under the covers.

the supply room is dim, but not enough that yahaba can’t see the flush spreading on kyoutani’s cheeks. amazing that a boy who looks this much like trouble flusters this easily.

“cute, but try to look like you’ve done this before.” hearing footsteps, he draws kyoutani closer.

their lips touch. the door creaks open. kindaichi squeaks, and the door slams shut.

“i think he bought it,” yahaba whispers, but his smile falters at the look on kyoutani’s. “have you done this before?”

yahaba has an idea, kyoutani goes along with it. the only ones they're fooling are themselves. (a story told in 28 kisses.)

a party-turned-sleep-over doesn't seem too out of the ordinary, but it is when there's an entire team sleeping in the same place on christmas. what could go wrong?

"hey, you're okay right?" it asked gently, a large hand came down and rested itself on his trembling back. the moment it touched him his entire body convulsed, not only jumpy from what just transpired, but also from being touch starved for months on end.

running away should have been easy, shigeru thinks, putting some muscle into shifting a rock. running away should have been the simplest thing imaginable. he grunts as he deposits the rock to one side. no one is looking for him—who the hell would even notice?—and no one is looking for the tiny craft he took off in, because it was supposed to be destroyed (by him) two years ago.

yahaba would’ve laughed at finding his boyfriend hiding under a blanket in the middle of a dark room but he got the strangest feeling that kyoutani wouldn’t be up for joking.

“what’re you doing down there?” he asked as he watched the kyoutani shape lump flinch at his voice.

“come back later.” he grumbled.

yahaba sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, kyoutani was distressed about something and yahaba was left to pick up the pieces.

kyoutani never really cared much for his birthday.

“i challenged you! remember!?”

oh no. by the look of all the player’s faces, including yahaba himself, he probably shouldn’t have mentioned that.

or, yahaba is jealous that iwa and kyoutani have exchanged phone numbers and now chaos ensures within the seijoh team. watari accidentally started it, hana continues to shamelessly make fun of the whole thing.

  • home | fluff, general, 1k+

they eat their food in silence, and bath in silence. kyoutani takes care of yahaba, of his sore muscles, and his stiff back, and his hair, and his heavy eyelids. he kisses yahaba’s ear, and yahaba’s neck, and yahaba’s shoulder, and washes him and takes him to bed. piliable and tired and spent from a day kyoutani can picture as the most stressful, yahaba lays expectantly, and he’s on kyoutani’s chest and sighing contently into sleep as soon as kyoutani makes it under the blanket.

kyoutani blinks slowly. he’s caught by a warm feeling and leans against the wall, just reveling in how fucking domestic everything is.

they have all the time in the world now. they're sophomores in university with a shared apartment and a smug cat. they're also in love.

“i just think it’s funny that with a name like mad dog, that you aren’t a werewolf.”

continuation of hot sauce and ice cream, set two years in the future.

so yahaba wasn't gay. really, truly he wasn't.

in fact there was a perfectly reasonable explanation for the situation he'd found himself in. hands in bottle-blond coarse hair, lips caught in chapped ones, the warmth of calloused fingers on the back of his neck...

this may have looked gay to anyone who could've stumbled upon it, but yahaba reassured himself that there was no way that was the case.

kyoutani and yahaba kiss, the gay crisis only comes when kyoutani stops kissing him.

kyoutani's touch is magical.

of all the ways he keeps up with his second language, music is probably his favorite. it's also his boyfriend's least favourite; who knew prissy, preppy yahaba would hate shitty american pop songs so much.

it's alright, though. kyoutani’s heart is big enough to love him anyway.

if there was one thing yahaba always wanted, it was to own a dog. throughout his childhood, he always wanted to own a dog; but never had to the chance to due to his mother being allergic to them. but he still wished to one day own a dog.

watari’s eyes dart between them. “we’re probably gonna be seeing each other a lot after this,” he says, careful. “because of - you know, our drummers seem to be getting on really well, and obviously iwaizumi-san and oikawa-san, so it’s probably best that you two at least pretend to like each other. you know, for publicity.”

“you know i’ve never given a damn about publicity,” kyoutani snaps.

“oh, edgy,” shigeru mocks. oikawa elbows him, still deep in conversation with iwaizumi, and shigeru tries his hardest not to wince. kyoutani snorts anyway. (his laugh is cute, too; this is absolutely ridiculous.)

[or : in which kyoutani and yahaba are members of rival bands, and yahaba's never been so enamored angered with one person before]

  • pain | abuse, teen, 1k+

kyoutani hides everything because he wants to worry no one. especially yahaba.

kyoutani loves his pregnant husband's body and shows it to him in every way he can.

yahaba struggles to sync up with his new ace. a difference in musical taste provides an answer, as well as a start of something in their off court relation.

boys like yahaba, boys who are student council treasurer with parted hair and an almost-perfect gpa, don’t like boys who are rumored to be involved with yakuza. see, it simply isn’t practical.

kyoutani has the prettiest boyfriend, so he buys a mirror to prove it.

_“captain,” oikawa cooed to yahaba. “would you like me to ask iwa-chan to help?”

“no, it’s my issue,” yahaba replied and pressed his palms together. “i can deal.”

“issue! i’m the problem now!” kyoutani yelled, striding across the gym.

to win a war is to sacrifice all you know. kyoutani doesn’t know if he’s willing to risk it.

it ends almost as quickly as it began. darkness seeps in, tainting him at the edges and he falls. he’s falling, and falling, and falling; he doesn’t cease to drop. behind closed eyes, he sees a face with star-dusted cheeks and an unfurrowed brow, brown eyes that reflect the depth of the universe. before kentarou can call out to him, his tongue is an eclipse that vanishes, never to reappear.

there are no memories of falling asleep, no reminiscence of a bed sunk into. painted on a canvas of twilight, all he remembers is a shooting star; a silent prayer upon his lips.

in all of his life, yahaba was aware of the fact that there were supernatural creatures living amongst them.

kyoutani and yahaba meet their doom deep in the woods. literally.

just some light hearted confessions. this was actually just a drabble that was finished.

unable to stop himself, yahaba strides into the living room and takes a seat behind kyoutani. ignoring the startled noise from his boyfriend, yahaba slips his arms beneath kyoutani’s and wraps them around his torso, pulling him into a tight hug.

  • snow | fluff, teen, 600+

kentarou turns his gaze to the window across the room. it's fairly dark outside because of the clouds, though the white flakes falling from them are a clear sign it's worth it. “it's snowing.”

shigeru stops writing.

yahaba takes the cotton swab and dabs more antiseptic onto the wound, but he is being considerably more cautious, trying not to touch the deeper parts of the abrasion to avoid causing kyoutani more pain. he then proceeds to take out a roll of gauze and bandages— the cut is too large to be using a plaster— and delicately layers gauze on the wound, securing it after with the cotton strips.

once he’s done he doesn’t let go. instead he brings up kyoutani’s hand to his puckered lips, placing a gentle peck on the area where kyoutani’s wound once was, now covered by thick layers of gauze and bandages.

“there, all better,” yahaba lilts, a smile stretching across his face.

yahaba's smile is the rarest sight kyoutani has ever seen.

he glances down at himself. how is it ugly?

he hears giggling in the next room and quiet cooing. kentarou's attention wavers before he glances in the direction of the room the sounds are coming from.

and, hear him out, it's like time stops.

jul 5 2020 ∞
jul 29 2021 +
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