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This is an omegaverse yakuza story, which means quite a bit of dark material is referenced. If you are uncomfortable with that then this story is not for you, please don’t force yourself to read it.
They say the dead don’t speak, but Kuroo’s presence lingers in every shadow, every memory, every piece of Kenma that refuses to let go.
Seven years ago, Kenma was happy, living a normal life in rural Japan with his best friend and alpha, Kuroo. But an attack takes everything from him, leaving him alone and scared. Taken in by a yakuza syndicate, Kenma has to learn to live again.
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A story of overcoming grief and survivors' guilt, angst with a happy ending.
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- Part 1 of Haikyuu Yakuza
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Shoyo could let himself have heats while he lived in Brazil. It wasn't safe enough. He knew it was a bad idea in the moment...he still abused the suppressants.
Now he's forced to suffer through a heat worth two years of missed ones. Things would go a lot easier if he had some help...luckily his team is very generous.
An unintended consequence of abusing suppressants…is that your teammates might decide to help you with your heat.
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It’s as the rest of the team walks through the gymnasium in a daze that Kiyoomi speaks up again. “I hate nothing more than someone who is unprepared and careless.” When a couple of them turn their attention to him, he elaborates, “That player who got a fever. I wouldn’t want to play with someone who, despite knowing they were sick, still chose to step on the court.”
At that, Kiyoomi walks ahead while they watch him with mild exasperation.
Or- Hinata and Sakusa over the years, through the eyes of others.
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Kageyama honest-to-god smiled. Not just a competitive smirk or a feigned grin for a photo op-- but an open, genuine smile. Diego nearly dropped his water bottle.
And if the smile wasn’t shocking enough, Diego noticed something as Kageyama pulled off his practice shirt; a thin black cord looping around his neck, starkly contrasting against pale skin. Which was surprising enough (he didn’t peg Kageyama as the jewelry type), but what hung from the bottom of the necklace stopped Diego in his tracks.
There, dangling from the cord, light catching on its smooth surface, was a ring.
A fucking gold ring.
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In which Kageyama Tobio returns from a break with a ring, and his teammates on Ali Roma scramble to figure out who the lucky lady is.