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it takes yahaba thirteen years to realize he's different from the other kids, one to figure out how to hide it, and two more to learn to be happy just the way he is. yahaba's journey ft. an extremely annoyed kyoutani, best friend in the world watari, and loads and loads of good senpai oikawa.

"you know, you could always talk to him."

shigeru shakes his head before watari even finishes. "what would i even talk to him about?"

his hand drops down to his hip. both of them know his mark is right there, not quite the same as it was a few months ago. it started out as an oval, once upon a time, an oval filled in with yellow that rested low on his hip. now a long, thin triangle extends out from the oval and curls around to his hip.

a lot of people meet their soulmates during the first week of high school. that's why his father has told him countless times to avoid situations where he meets a lot of people at once, just in case shigeru causes more drama than absolutely necessary.

yahaba takes home a gruff looking, beat up dog. he patches his ear, and wraps his leg, and goes to sleep.

the next morning he wakes up to a hot guy rummaging through his kitchen.

“i took a pair of your shorts.” he says, standing up and away from the fridge. “hope that’s a’ight with you.”

as the newly appointed captain for aobajousai high, yahaba shigeru knows he has a tough task ahead. fortunately, his old senpais are always on hand to give him advice, even when his problem isn't strictly a matter of team tactics.

well, he'd thought it was fortunate, but maybe he shouldn't always listen to oikawa-san's advice ... especially when it comes to soothing the ruffled hackles of his ace.

“was irihata serious?” kyoutani murmured. “about the results being ‘non-negotiable’.” yahaba’s mouth dried. “um… is there a problem?”

with the news that kyoutani has always had to attend supplementary classes and thus could miss seijou's summer training sessions, yahaba offers to help him study.but with other things on his mind-not least a summer barbecue he needs to find a venue for, and his boyfriend's deliciously distracting muscles-how much studying will they actually get down to?

there are some things that you simply can't do by yourself.

it was common for people to get hurt during a volleyball game. a spike to the face. an unlaced shoe tripping up a receive. a collision between teammates as they scramble to save a ball. injuries are normal. expected.

it was less common for injuries to make a person forget everything that matters to them in the span of a second.

but eventually, injuries heal and time moves forward again.

kyoutani hasn't been showing up to practice, and yahaba is livid. so, determined to find out where he's going, yahaba becomes a stalker with a cause. too bad he ends up finding out a little bit too much about his fellow teammate.

not that yahaba would actually care for that grumpy excuse of a spiker.... right?

for the prompt: "years ago, you promised your firstborn to a witch. since then, despite your best efforts, you can’t seem to get laid. the witch is starting to get pretty pissed."

  • fight me | sassy captain yahaba/good vice captain kyoutani crack, teen, 12k+

apparently kyoutani had missed an important memo, because somewhere along the line he’d been dealt the dubious task of guarding yahaba from the richly deserved asskicking some ninety percent of the volleyball world wanted to give him.

kentarou has a love-hate relationship with sleep (really, it's just a hate relationship, with sleep doing the hating). iwaizumi worries, a lot, and just wants to help. yahaba's unexpectedly good at his job.

really, kentarou can't catch a break, until he does.

yahaba is leaning against a window, and kyoutani notices that the noise from earlier has quieted down. snowflakes flurry against the window, falling in a paper thin coating on the ground below. they seem to outline yahaba’s form, his skin looks fairer, and he seems almost ethereal. he almost looks approachable, to kyoutani.

“you shouldn’t come here if you’re just going to be a dick” he says.

so much for that.

falling in love with the asshole that punched you in the face.

“you know, you might be the only person i know who has bigger balls than me.” oikawa indulged yahaba with a small but seemingly impressed smile.

“huh?”

“do you seriously not know who you just picked a fight with?” the brunet inquired, his tone turning more curious.

yahaba has always been a bit on the feisty side but what happens when he picks a fight of olympic proportions?_

  • yuanfen | soulmates!au, teen, 10k+

[sent at 8:14 a.m.] oikawa-san, i don't care how hungover you are, please come clean my apartment (the one you wrecked last night with your partying) and collect the puppy you left in my living room. i expect you at 9. or else, there'll be consequences.

[sent at 8:16 a.m.] who is this and how the fuck did u get my number?

---

"it makes sense if you think about it," iwaizumi told him. "a soulmate line is the first sentence your significant other will tell you when you first encounter them. but the books never specified whether that encounter had to be physical."

kyoutani frowned, looking at his upperclassman in wonder. "iwaizumi-san, this means...?"

"yeah," he chuckled back, pointing at his cellphone, "that guy right there is your soulmate."

there was a moment of silence between them but it didn’t feel heavy or awkward. yahaba was a bit surprised to feel that this reunion was somehow comforting. it was different now that they had eight years of growing up under their belts. yahaba could tell that kyoutani’s usual rage had been subdued, though he still seemed to sport a natural scowl at the world. it was interesting to see what actually made a person themselves once all the hormones and teenage drama had run its course…

now in college, kyoutani still finds himself stuck with yahaba. only thing that's changed is the yahaba's finally out of the proverbial closet and instead of constantly fighting off the court now they sometime fall into bed together --which kyoutani's very okay with. only problem is yahabas' set of three golden rules and kyoutanis' tendency towards loyalty.

when a potions accident leaves yahaba magically bonded to kyoutani, he definitely loses his mind - but not for the reason he expects.

alternatively titled: yahaba & kyoutani's get-along shirt

kyoutani wears eyeliner.

yahaba shigeru was a scientist set to work on and administer the ss-415 serum to the test subject kyoutani kentarou. but when the experiment fails, he's forced to relocate with an unstable kyoutani and make a new home for them.

(or the story of how the mad dog gang was formed.)

æ: this is part of the i will follow you into the dark, a kuroken science fic.

yahaba shigeru doesn't struggle with admitting his problems, he struggles with fixing them.

kyoutani kentarou has always been a problem he doesn't know how to fix.

kyoutani. yahaba. kyoutani and yahaba.

ten years, braces and bleach, a camera, swear-phobia, a 3am call, a poster, two dogs, a giggly best friend, and some shampoo.

yahaba wakes up to darkness, and from now on, it is all he will ever see.

kyoutani kentarou gets hired by the famed seijoh sweets: aoba johsai artisanal bakery but has to do all the menial jobs before he can get his hands on cake decorating. this wouldn’t be so bad if his co-worker would stop trying to take his damn picture and the owners weren’t so damn weird. aka: the aoba johsai bakery au no one wanted.

yahaba stumbles, but a hand on his arm catches him. kyoutani helps tug him to his feet, and the hand lingers, thumb idly rubbing circles across his bicep. words escape yahaba in a breath, and they sound like, 'thank you,' but they feel a whole lot like, 'kiss me.'

“be careful,” kyoutani says, voice too soft to be a grumble.

yahaba can’t help it; he glances at kyoutani’s lips. “i’ll try,” he mumbles.

you'd think they cannot be good for each other. that they're better off apart than together. however, after a loss, kyoutani and yahaba find ways to comfort each other. they might not be the picture-perfect, happy lovey-dovey couple, but how they are with each other works for them. it's messy, it might seem unromantic for outsiders, and some teases go beneath the skin in a bad way. it's still better to be together than even think about being apart.

kyoutani has been uncomfortably aware of his crush long before yahaba slammed him against a wall during the spring high preliminaries, but it's gotten worse since then, while he was hoping he would just get over it.

judging by the petals he's currently crushing into the pavement, however, he's utterly failed at that. just his luck.

he was said to be one man with the strength of a thousand. he'd been a part of a small army and had been the sole purpose for every victory it had, before he had wisened up to that fact and overthrown his leader. as he lacked charisma, the few men he had were terrified of him. unable to bring their arms to stop shaking, they became less and less proficient with the weapons they were previously able to wield, and were slain one by one. cowards, he would call them.

every time that man was on the battlefield, the more intelligent forces gave him the widest berth possible.

"do not, under any circumstance, engage kyoutani."

yahaba shigeru never wanted to come in contact with another werewolf after a scare when he was ten. but he finds himself drawn to one kyoutani kentarou, who seems to be hiding something. naturally, shigeru has to find out what that is.

it's tradition, it's tradition, they all say as they gather up the second and first years. the second years have a look of hard determination, while the first years are simply confused. oikawa claps his hands together.

"let's begin this year's annual training camp truth or dare!"

kunimi tries to run.

kyoutani is a traveler on his way to the grand city. he is not lost, but he does need a guide. yahaba is... a helper, living in the forest on the way to the city. when travelers get lost, they will help them find a path.

“good afternoon,” the old man greets him with a wave. “afternoon,” he replies. “do you know how to get to the city?” “be more specific. do you want a pumpkin?” the man's cart is piled with them and he pats the nearest one. kentarou frowns.

after stumbling into each other's life, in to each other's hearts, kyoutani and yahaba stumble away from a bar and into yahaba's apartment.

in a world when if you hear your soulmate's name, it inks itself across your skin, yahaba would dearly love to trade his soulmate in for a better model, because kyoutani kentarou is nothing like what a soulmate should be.

kyoutani knew everything had gone terribly wrong when he looked from the locked door to the door handle in his very own hand, felt the rain getting into the room through the broken windows, and heard yahaba behind him threatening to kill him, but maybe this wasn't the right way to tell the story. also, there was still this racoon somewhere here.

yahaba runs his fingers around the bright words marked on his wrist, stares at the vibrant purple, orange and lilac hues. it reminds him of a sunset. he feels like puking out all the water he drank earlier.

watari just watches him do so, a sympathetic look on his face while patting yahaba’s back.

“so,” watari starts, cautiously. “your soulmate is kyoutani—”

“oh my god.” yahaba gasps. watari nods solemnly and continues patting his back.

there’s only one person who walks out, not even looking up so when he gets out, he bumps unceremoniously against yahaba and suddenly, there’s a sharp sting between them that they both jerk away in a start, yahaba with a yelp. they stare at each other in confusion, both rubbing each other’s shoulders, yahaba with a wince though the other guy seems to be touching his in wonder. and then there’s the shared expression of mild horror.

shigeru finally has kyoutani right where we wanted him, and now he was going to have to listen to him. he just, maybe, wasn't counting on having to listen to what kyoutani had to say too, or how it would make him feel.

his soulmate was so stupid. must be all the baseball bats and volleyballs to his stupid, thick skull.

it was almost like a tradition: after a match, no matter if they won or lost, the team would plop down in their seats, slip on their headphones, and listen to deafening music until they fell asleep from exhaustion. no one questioned it, it just… was. and of course, someone had to forget their headphones.

kyoutani and yahaba keep leaving marks on each other everywhere they touch. they're trying their best to ignore it, and what it means.

yahaba is drunk and kyoutani is asked to take him home. never mind the fact that it's been a week since yahaba moved out.

but it doesn't solve kyoutani's sudden problem-- he's not even sure really why he wants people to touch him. he doesn't have any fondness for strangers and, for the most part, he likes looking so scary that people won't sit next to him on the train.

and he certainly doesn't want fucking yahaba touching him anymore. he just wants and it's driving him insane.

kyoutani tries (and fails) to express how much he loves yahaba.

“oi, kyoutani, are you asleep?” yahaba whispers, and kyoutani gets a chill. he shakes his head no, opening his eyes to see yahaba’s face hovering in front of his, noses nearly touching.

“sorry,” kyoutani grumbles, “your hands are very soft. i got lost in thought.”

"can you sit down?" shigeru patted the bed opposite him, suddenly nervous again. "i have to tell you something."

it doesn't take much for shigeru to figure out he's pregnant. the hardest part is telling kentarou.

"get this over with so i can practice again,“ kyoutani damn near growled, but yahaba didn’t so much as flinch at the words. there was absolutely no venom in them, just a shit ton of embarrassment and absolute terror. yahaba’s eyes suddenly widened as he considered something he had failed to previously.

"kyoutani…. have you ever kissed someone?"

the locker room door swung open two minutes before practice started. everyone glanced up.

_"oh, hell no," yahaba hissed. _

"what's the fastest pitch you can catch?" kyoutani asks. "because i can tell you now, you're not going to be able to catch mine."

"then i'll just have to learn, won't i?" yahaba spits, and refuses to let kyoutani intimidate him.

“i love you.”

kyoutani's voice, barely above a whisper before, is louder now, audible over the rain pattering on the windows, but it’s still shaky and almost breaks on the last word.

“you know,” he says, eyes fixed on kyoutani’s hands because he doesn’t think he could say this any other way, “i love you, too.”

all yahaba wanted to do was rehearse his violin piece in the quiet sanctuary of an abandoned classroom on monday afternoon. however a certain ace has other plans that include disturbing his peace.

soulmates share their emotions with each other when their hands touch. yahaba experiences it for the first time when he and kyoutani share a high five after winning a match.

oikawa almost gets the team lost on the way to the onsen. yahaba has an allergic reaction to flowers that kyoutani got him plus more ridiculous seijou shenanigans.

yahaba isn't sure what he did to deserve being sent to face a rampaging wolf by himself. whatever it was, he's sorry already. or not, considering what he gets out of the encounter.

or: kyoutani finds a home

(aka how to say "i like you" in six different ways)

the new seijou first years are scared. kyoutani is scary, but yahaba is scarier, so they turn to kyoutani to protect them.

"i need flowers to say fuck you to this total asshole i'm really fucking done with."

in which yahaba needs some sweet revenge and kyoutani is blushy as hell.

yahaba chuckled humorlessly to himself. “well, i did this to myself, didn’t i?” he muttered.

he put his face in his hands, the flush in his face warming the skin.

“yeah… i’m fucked.”

yahaba shigeru is the new captain of aobajousai, and he's definitely feeling the pressure. when he finally starts to crack, comfort comes from an unlikely source.

kyoutani grumbles something unintelligible and yahaba looks over his head at the elaborate but beautiful details, the sparkling lights, the lovely scent of the flowers, the bouquet he caught at their table.

“you know when i get married i’ll try to smack someone else with the bouquet someday. it itched like hell.” yahaba says jokingly.

“marry me then.”

because that's what it's about. it's not chemistry or communication. it's a competition—it's the constant fight for the top spot that he and kyoutani can't seem to quite agree on.

yahaba finds kyoutani exactly where he expects the latter to be: in the toilet.

"what do you want?" kyoutani's tone is pure venom. there's a dark smudge under his left eye, an uncapped eyeliner pencil lying beside the hand soap.

or: the one where kyoutani comes to school with a fractured arm, and yahaba decides to help him preserve his reputation.

yahaba tightened his grip on his cup. "he has to die."

watari blinked. "what."

"i don't know how to flirt with him so he has to die."

(“we’re sitting in a food court and i can see you staring at me so what’s your fucking deal- wait are you drawing me?” au)

kyoutani comes home from work to find yahaba napping with their puppy.

kyoutani and yahaba share a sleepy early morning together.

yahaba and kyoutani move into an apartment together. between their respective magic, their balcony quickly becomes a lively place.

  • for you | valentine's day fluff, teen, 1k+

“hey, kyoutani,” yahaba called out, “wanna come over today?” which, roughly translated, meant ‘hey, kyoutani, wanna come over and make out on my bed and get off?’

kyoutani shook his head. “i have stuff to do. bye.” he took his bag and left the clubroom.

behind him, yahaba froze, slightly stunned.

the third-years moved into a new apartment and invited the rest of the old seijoh team for a housewarming party. there, the entire seijoh team learns something new about their current captain, one yahaba shigeru, and their current ace, one kyoutani kentarou.

any other day, yahaba would let him be stupid. it’s likely a pulled muscle, but he doesn’t remember kyoutani limping at the competition.

"you need to stop scaring everyone around you."

yahaba figured talking in private would be the best course of action. his room might have been a little too personal of an option but at least he had managed to wrangle the mad dog into place.

there’s a little click coming from the doorknob, and suddenly kyoutani can’t see a thing. it’s pitch black, it’s cramped, and it’s as hot as hell, and kyoutani hates every second of it. he’s probably got a foot of space to move around in, and when he tries, he realizes that there’s definitely something else in the closet with him.

oh, right. he’s locked in a closet.

kyoutani makes a mental note that he should stop coming to team sleepovers, and the sound of oikawa cackling further confirms his thought process.

kyoutani vaguely registers the boy who he’s currently holding on to letting out a surprised “what the hell?” at kyoutani’s arms around him. then, kyoutani feels the boy trying to shake kyoutani off and he’s horrified because if he lets go kyoutani will definitely fall.

in which kyoutani has no idea how to ice skate but goes anyway, because his sister asked him to. yahaba just wants to have a good time at the rink with his friend.

yahaba stays the night at kyoutani's place for the first time, and accidentally overhears a phone call.

“have you ever been in love?” kentarou asks one night during a training camp.

“what’s this about?” yahaba’s voice is amused.

kentarou just shrugs.

"hey kyoutani, let's go to the festival."

jul 4 2020 ∞
jul 29 2021 +
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