Haikyuu!! Oneshots

Loosen Up #1 (Kenjiro Shirabu)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to rainbowstrucklizard]

Requested by: Myself, I guess
[Idea inspired by a character drawling video on Pinterest; Made by eleeza. Here's the link: https://pin.it/13pr3efSy]

Drawling I Got
Classmate - Tendo
Mentor - Nishanoya
Lover - Shirabu
Rival - Yaku
Position - Libero
Best Friend - Tanaka
Sibling - Shirofuku
Team - Shiratorizawa
Childhood Friend - Kindaichi

Word Count: 4,219

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:
- Bruises
- Name Calling: Mamas, Babe, Baby, Sweetheart
- Toxic Jealousy
- Lack of Relationship Boundaries
- Divorce/Broken Home
- Little heated in the second section
- Part Two to Come
- After going through this again, I realize I misspelled his name like 90 times but I'm too lazy to fix it

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     Kenjiro's fingers squeeze my wrist again, gripping me harder than before. My eyes flicker down, glancing at the connection between us. Old bruises are coated on my skin, hidden under my rubber bracelets and his fingers. He slowly pulls my wrist, moving his touch further down my arm to brush kisses across the darkened skin. He barely looks at me as his eyes trail to the parking lot.
     I don't know what his obsession with my wrists is. It's probably a setter thing. At least that's what the rest of the Shiratorizawa players tell me.
     The boys are steering with the arrival of the rest of the teams invited to the training camp. It's going to be a long week with us, Aboa Johsai, Nekoma, Karasuno, and Fukurodani all jammed into one gym. Coach Washijo agreeing to host a training camp is nervous enough without so many people I know being around. I know that's what has Kenijiro on edge. On the plus side, everyone knows Ushijima's recent 'lack of enjoyment' during practices is why we're hosting a training camp.
     Disgust, excitement, and anticipation swirl in my stomach as I watch the sprouts of Karasuno black and Nekoma red mix in the parking lot, the two arriving teams greeting each other. The boys, the coaches, and I sit in the gym, waiting. The team is supposed to be stretching as the coaches and I oversee their work.
     That's not what's happening. The boys are half-assing their stretches, Kenijiro fully lying on the gym floor as he dots my wrist in kisses. The coaches are huddled by the door, glancing out as much as their players, watching as the two teams filter toward the gym.
     "Don't," Kenijiro starts, pulling my ping-ponging sight away from the other teams. "Don't be all... all huggy on Tanaka and Nishanoya... or whatever," he mutters, nipping at my wrist before he drops it onto his chest. His fingers keep flexing around the bone, not so calmly keeping it pressed against himself.
     I watch him for a beat, trying to read the expression he's trying to keep off his face. Kenijiro is a jealous person. A very jealous person. Jealousy that shines through whenever Karasuno is around, more specifically, their hot-headed winged spiker with a concerning infatuation with his manager and my old training partner that's a little touchy about his height.
     I lean over, letting my elbow dig into his side to prop myself up as I bend over Kenijiro. "I'm with you, Shirabu," I murmur, his last name feeling heavy on my tongue. It feels weird referring to him in such a way, but I want to be respectful to him while the other teams are here.
     "I know," he whispers, keeping his eyes focused on messing with my bracelets.
     "Do you?" I ask, inching closer to brush my lips against his.
     "Ya." The word comes out as a hiccup, Kenijiro's focus flickering between my eyes and my lips. I slowly move further down, closing the tiny gap with a light kiss. It doesn't stay light for long, his hands jumping up to bury themselves in my hair, pulling me closer, and into a deeper kiss. "I know," he repeats his agreement when we separate, his touch going gentle, fingertips sliding through the strands of my hair.
     "Don't listen to him," one of the other boys cut in, breaking the gentle moment between us and catching our attention. "I give it twenty minutes tops until Youngin's fist is in Tanka's face. If not Tanaka, then definitely Yaku's," Tendo teases, the redhead smirking with his teeth poking through his grin.
     "It was one time," Kenijiro hisses, jerking the two of us up and into a sitting position. Both his hands settle around my wrists, pushing my flattened palms against his chest as his thumbs rub against my bruises.
     "Ya, one time every chance you get to knock Nekoma's libero around," Tendo keeps on the issue, giggling at his personal reminder of the heat between Yaku and me that Kenijiro chooses to carry with himself as well.
     In middle school, during a co-op volleyball fundraiser between Chidoriyama and Ushimi, Yaku and I had a nasty run-in during a match. The little shit was too confident in himself, ignoring my call for the ball and diving for it anyway. I got banged around a bit and ended up with a concussion. My fourth concussion to be exact, which with advice, more like orders, from my doctors, ended my days as a volleyball player.
     Over the past two years, I've tried to let it go. To convince myself that it wasn't Yaku's fault. That it was an accident. That there's no one to blame. To talk about my feelings and thoughts about no longer being able to play volleyball full-time. To convince myself that I'm happy just being a manager. Some days it's true, and I feel at peace with what happened and where it landed me.
Other days I can't feel anything except sadness and rage at my future plans being ripped from my hands and shredded right in front of me. Days I feel so much anger with Yaku and his over-confidence that it makes me sick to my stomach. Having him around swings things toward the worse more than the better.
"Leave it alone, Tendo. It's a hard enough day on Shirofuku-Chan without you opening old wounds," the team's captain - Ushijima's - monotoned voice butts in, a warning hand gripping his middle blocker's shoulder.
"There's no old wounds to open," I murmur, trying to keep the venom out of my voice. It's hard to do so while glaring at Yaku rubbing up to Nishinoya right outside the gym doors.
"You heard the lady," Kenijiro butts in, jumping to his feet before helping me off the floor too. "No old wounds, so let's focus on the training camp," he tells the older boys, his tone a bit snipping as his hand finds its way back around my wrist.
"Alright," Tendo purrs, ignoring his Captain's physical warning. He wraps his arm around Ushijima's neck, as relaxed as ever. "As long as you focus on your dick going into our manager and not the possibility of Karasuno's libero and spiker playing Effie tower. Oh, or maybe some hate sex between Yaku and Shirofuku-Chan. Steamy."
Kenijiro snaps his head around, face suffocating in anger, and his mouth snapping open to respond. He doesn't get the chance too though.
"Thank you for having us!" The two visiting teams greet us, splotches of black and red sprayed across the room as they bow to us.
"Thank you for coming!" We greet them in return, offering bows of our own to them.
When I'm back standing straight, Tanaka is halfway across the gym around and Nishanoya is a step ahead of him. "Shirofuku-Chan!" They both scream, their attack locked on me.
"Boys," I yelp in return, sidestepping Noya's attempt to body slam me.
Kenijiro happily takes me into his hold, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against himself. "Boys," he grumbles, eyes and fingertips caught on messing with my bracelets again.
"Hello, Shirabu-Chan," the two of them say in unison, their tones airy and teasingly sweet as they greet my boyfriend. "I hope you've been treating my star pupil right," Noya half-teases, half-pries. He doesn't take any of Kenijiro's jealousy shit, eagerly hugging me despite the tight hold I'm in. "Has he been treating you right, Mamas?" He asks, a hand cupping my chin and jerking my head back and forth, scanning for destress he's not going to find.
"He's been treating me prefect," I start, pulling Noya's hand off my face. "And I've told you a hundred times, stop calling me Mamas. It's disrespectful to Shirabu."
His smile weavers a bit, eyes coating over me for more signs of possible crimes he can accuse my boyfriend of. "I just want to make sure you're taken care of is all. An old friend looking out," Noya mutters, jerking my arm up to glance over the bruises dusting my wrists. "Are you playing again?" He asks, aiming the question at Kenijiro.
"No," I whisper, jerking my arm away from him and snuggling into Kenijiro's tighter hold. "I help Akakura practice and such. The whole libero thing, you know?"
"Mamas - "
"Nothing serious," I cut him off, already bracing for the lecture Nishanoya is preparing. "Just some passes and such. Besides, you know Kenijiro has his whole nervous - "
"Habit of littering you in bruises," my old training partner butts in, his eyebrows pushed together and jaw locked. Noya and Kenijiro have always butted heads, the two closest boys in my life both believing they know what's best for me. "I don't know about Shirabu, but I know I'd never leave my woman with - "
"That's enough, buddy." Tanaka wraps his arm around his best friend, holding Noya in a headlock before giving him a nuggey.
"Get off you big lug!" Noya shrieks, trying to fight his way out of the hold. "You're going to mess up my hair."
"And you're going to piss off Shirabu and more importantly, Shirofuku-Chan by throwing accusations like that around. Shiro-Chan is a tough cookie. She'd beat Shirabu's ass for even thinking about laying a hand on her, ain't that right, babe?" Tanaka sends me a wink, finally letting his friend go.
Nishanoya puffs his chest out after he recovers from his stumble, his hands busy trying to fix his hair. "Thanks, Tanka, now I have to go find a bathroom to fix my hair in." He turns his attention to me for a second, darting forward to give me a side hug and a kiss on my cheek. "Love ya, Mamas. I'll see you in a bit." The second half comes out more as a threat than a parting, the words sharp and aimed at my boyfriend.
Kenijiro lets the empty threat roll off his back, his focus on rubbing the non-evident kiss off my cheek.
     "Stop freaking out, dude," Tanka grumbles, gripping my arms and pulling me away from my boyfriend. "Hey Babe," he greets, crushing me in a bear hug. "We've missed your spark around the gym and Noya is getting a little too comfortable with none of the first years being a threat to his position."
"Ya, well, she belongs at Shiratorizawa, and it's where she's going to stay," Kenijiro hisses, gripping my wrists to pull me away from Tanka and back to being pressed against himself. His hands wander over me, brushing my clothing like the spiker left a layer of dust on me or something. "And stop calling her Babe. Nishanoya and you don't know how to respect boundaries."
     Tanaka throws his hands up in defeat, taking slow steps away from me. "Sorry, Dude. You know we don't mean anything by it. Just greeting a friend and all." The grin on his face only pisses Kenijiro off more. "Loosen up a bit, would you? Neither of us wants anything to do with your girl. I'll talk to Noya about back off the nicknames. Will that chill you out?"
     I hold my breath, my eyes flickering between Tanaka's calm demeanor and Kenijiro jump-started jealousy. It's going to be a very long week if this keeps up. I tip my head backward, resting it on my boyfriend's shoulder. "Baby?" Slowly, his head tips down, eyes tearing away from my friend to look down at me. I stretch up higher, standing on my tippy toes so our lips brush when I speak. "They're just friends, promise. I'm with you."
     Kenijiro softly sighs, brushing a soft kiss to my lips before burying his head against my neck. "I know, I know, I know. Sorry, Sweetheart." Reluctantly, he pulls back from me, his fingertips lagging on my wrist before he pulls that away too. "Go say bye to your friend before we go to join the rest of the team." His words come out sharp, hesitant, and drowning in jealousy, but he's trying, which I appreciate.
I keep my movements slow as I head toward Tanka, trying not to show too much excitement. "Hey Ba - er - Shiro-Chan," Tanka murmurs, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and stamping a kiss on my forehead. "Good to see the Shi-ters are trying you well."
"Watch it," Kenijiro yelps, arms crossed over his chest as the want to rip me away from my friend burns across his skin.
"Whatever," Tanka murmurs, plopping another kiss on my forehead before pulling away. "I should go find Noya."
"Probably," I say lightly, rubbing my hands on my shorts. "See you guys in a bit."
The second Tanka steps away, Kenijiro is wrapped around me again, rubbing at my forehead as he lets his frame engulf me. "I'm sorry. I'm trying, really trying to be cool about them being here. About them touching up on you."
"It was just greetings. Besides, you didn't threaten Tanaka this time so I'm counting it as a win. Just loosen up. Trust me, Baby. I'm not leaving you."
"I know."