And For The Next Time They Will Know That It's Important Pay The Taxes

Idk way.

But hear me out

Ceroba favorite movie has to be kung fu panda or teenage mutant ninja turtles.

Like with the Japanese styling and samurai fight

I can imagine her watching this with Starlo as a kid, because her parents probably wouldn't approve of anything created by humans Also NERDLO NERDLO 🤓🤓🤓🫵

Mascot horror Happy Hour!

do you have any feisty five designs right now? what are they all like?

My god this one took a while!

But here is all the gang together, i will go over their backstories later if anyone shows interest in that since i dont want to make a massive post, but i'll say the jobs they all take in the wild east

Starlo- The boss, he's the supervisor, the sherif, makes sure everyone is in line

Ace- Starlo's right hand man, he handles the finances and runs a cassino in town, any debts are also taken care of by him

Mooch- The spy, sneaks around town and snitches on anyone planing to cause problems, does stealth missions as well

Moray- Handles interrogations and "cleanup", also the costume desinger for everyone

Ed- The classic mussle, helps with construction on his free time, guards the town most of the time

Some redraws with genderbend Atsumu, Osamu and Aran

Original

The Heartbeat of Nekoma

Word Count: 809

Warnings: None

Headcanons: Nekoma x Fem! Manager ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The gymnasium of Nekoma High was alive with the sound of volleyballs thumping against the floor, the sharp whistle of the coach, and the occasional cheer or groan from the team. In the midst of this controlled chaos was Y/N, the team’s manager and the only girl among these lions. She moved with a purpose, her clipboard clutched in one hand and a first aid kit swinging from the other.

Kenma Kozume, usually lost in his own world, often found himself watching Y/N. Her ability to anticipate the team’s needs before they even voiced them was something he admired silently. He didn’t say much, but when he did, she always listened, her nods and thoughtful hums encouraging him to share more than he usually would. She knew exactly when to offer a silent nod of encouragement or a gentle nudge to join the team’s activities. Her notes on his gameplay were always precise, helping him refine his strategies without a word wasted.

Tetsurou Kuroo, with his wild hair and wilder schemes, relied on Y/N to keep him grounded. She had a knack for cutting through his antics with a sharp word or a pointed look, bringing him back to the task at hand. Yet, she was always there to share a laugh or a moment of triumph, her presence a steady beat in the rhythm of the team.

Lev Haiba, his enthusiasm often got the better of him, leading to more than his fair share of scrapes and bruises. Y/N was always there, her first aid kit at the ready, her gentle chiding mingling with Lev’s sheepish apologies. “You’re like a guardian angel,” he’d say, and she’d roll her eyes but smile all the same while she patched up another scrape. Her gentle scolding about being careful was something he secretly looked forward to.

Morisuke Yaku, the team’s rock, appreciated Y/N’s quiet strength. Her meticulous records helped him track his progress, and her motivational words before matches always seemed to strike the right chord, pushing him to dive deeper and reach further.

Taketora Yamamoto, would often find himself pouring out his heart to Y/N, her easy manner inviting confidences. She listened with an open heart, her advice always practical yet kind. She reminded him that fire needed air to burn bright, a lesson he took to heart both on and off the court.

Nobuyuki Kai, the vice-captain, saw Y/N as the glue that held the team together. Her organizational skills ensured that every practice ran smoothly, and her ability to juggle responsibilities was nothing short of miraculous.

Shouhei Fukunaga, ever the quiet observer, found a kindred spirit in Y/N. Their conversations were often just shared glances and knowing smiles, but the understanding between them ran deep. He enjoyed the quiet moments he shared with her, often helping her collect the volleyballs after practice. Her soft-spoken advice resonated with him, teaching him that strength didn’t always have to be loud.

Sō Inuoka, loved Y/N’s encouraging pep talks. Her pep talks were the fuel to his fire, her words igniting a passion for the game that he channeled into every leap and dive. 

Coach Yasufumi Nekomata, saw Y/N as a rare gem, her dedication to the team’s well-being reminding him of the true spirit of the sport. Their discussions on strategy and player development were highlights of his day, her insights often illuminating paths he hadn’t considered. 

Despite her involvement in other clubs and her tendency to stretch herself thin, Y/N never let it show. The team knew, though. They saw the exhaustion hidden behind her smile and the way her eyes would sometimes flutter shut during long strategy meetings.

It was during one such after school practice that Y/N’s head began to nod, her pen slipping from her fingers. Kenma was the first to notice, gently propping her up with a cushion. Kuroo signaling for a break, Lev draping a jacket over her like a blanket. Yaku adjusted the air conditioning to ensure she was comfortable, and Yamamoto stood guard, ensuring no one disturbed her rest. As Y/N slept, the team exchanged looks of silent agreement. They would finish practice early today. It was their turn to take care of the person who always took care of them.

When Y/N awoke, she found herself surrounded by her team, their practice finished, each face wearing a soft smile. “We’ve got it from here,” Kuroo said, handing her a bottle of water. “You’ve done enough for today.” Her heart swelled with affection for these boys, her team.  Kai  “You take care of us; now let us take care of you.” They were more than just players she managed; they were her family. And as they walked out of the gym together, she knew that together, they were unstoppable.

My beloved boy🥹

Something like au? What if there was never an hour of joy and everyone found out about the secrets of Playtime co. All the toys were sent to a rehabilitation center. Who would be next? 🤭

(Sorry for my English🥲)

Ой у меня есть тамблер? Настало время выливать сюда все мои аушки и хэдканоны

Вообще мысли на подобную ау давно уже крутятся в голове, столько всего накопилось уже.

Например, мои хэдканоны к Хугги Вугги в этой ау:

Он всё время пьет кофе и энергетики, чтобы не спать, тк не может отпустить болезненный опыт с Плейтайм. (его наказывали, если засыпал)

Часто довольно сварливый и недотрога. На деле он вполне добрый чел, просто боится случайно кому-то навредить.

Очень любит смотреть фильмы!

Может говорить, но молчит почти всегда. Поэтому на терапиях в основном просто сидит и смотрит.

Он за всеми следит. Не из злого умысла, скорее привычка

Хочет, но не знает как начать общаться с Кисси и её друзьями. Ради этого ходит на арт терапии, но холст всегда остаётся пустым.

Ему примерно 17 лет.

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