VelvetLeaves

You were walking by the sidewalk, clutching your bag as though your life depended on it. But the truth is, you are grabbing it so hard because it is the only way you can focus on striding among the crowd without breaking down. You were barely holding it together. You want to cry and lie down while shouting profanities because God, you just got you heart broken by the man you love. "Curse them both," you whisper. It started raining, much to your dismay. Looks like you the sky is doing the crying for you. Suddenly, the cold doesn't even bother you. Truth is, it even comforts your numb being. - - - - - Oikawa Tooru is a charming guy. He smi

    “Excuse me, Customer!” A soft voice called out from close behind you. You turned to see what the fuss was out about, and found the waiter who had just served you. Apparently, he was rushing after you.      “Is there a problem?” you stopped and asked; intrigued by the scene. It didn’t hurt that he was cute.      “Did you forget this umbrella?” He managed to puff out albeit a little breathlessly.    “No, it didn’t rain today,” you answered with a raised eyebrow, “Besides, you saw me enter the cafe, right?” Shocked by the bluntness of your response, he stuttered an

*Jealous* He hated it. Loathed it. And every word that is the synonym of the word hate. How the hell did you and Tobio, Kageyama Freaking Tobio became friends!? *** It was the Interhighs and you were the manager of Aouba Johsai and the girlfriend of Trashykawa Tooru, the Grand doofus of a king as you would describe him. He was busy encouraging his teammates that he didn't notice that you were gone. "Has anyone seen (y/n)?" Iwaizumi asked, looking left and right trying to find you amidst the crowd of volleyball players in the gym. "Ehhh??? (Y/n)-chan's not here???" Oikawa whined, but in his mind he was panicking, he stuck his nose in the

Disclaimer: I do not own Haikyuu!! or any of the characters that are mentioned. I am not making any profit from this fic and I write purely for the love of the characters. Haikyuu!! is the property of Haruichi Furudate. Warmth, love, and his heartbeat. From the many years of dating and living with your husband, you've grown to accept his affections. Despite them being rare throughout the day, the times in which your normally salty and snarky blonde was most affectionate was right before you fell asleep. He slept better when you were curled up against him, your head resting against his chest. His heartbeat slowly lulling you to sleep. His ha

Warning: Alcohol use, profanities It’s like a dream—one tainted by an alcoholic and irritating hangover.            You wake up before him, and feel his warm relaxed breaths blow against the slope of your forehead—his cheek is pillow-creased and his chest is enticingly bare—and you waste a moment staring at him, waste a moment losing yourself in the curve of his furrowed eyebrows, the height of his cheekbones, and the burnt charcoal of his eyelashes; and you wonder what might he see when he looks at you in the milky white light of day—faint grey eye bags and a flattering bed head that tragically complements yo

(December 5) The first time you meet Oikawa Tooru is at six thirteen in the morning. Snow was falling gently to the ground and you had dodged one too many poorly compacted snowballs to get to work. By the time you had arrived at the coffee shop, snowball residue had slipped its way into your back and you were eighty nine percent sure that your spine had frostbite. Stupid twelve year olds and their stupid snowball fights.            You slipped your manager issued key into the Mom & Pop: Coffee Shop door and muttered a brief hallelujah as you pulled the door open and was welcomed with a warm wave of hot air. You imagined that the electri