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sakusa kiyoomi used to think that people who got drunk and woke up in questionable places were utterly and completely stupid.

ridiculous, he’d sigh as he’d get a text from hinata, his teammate having apparently left his keys at the bar and reporting that he’d woken up outside his apartment. sakusa drove all the way to his place, only to find out his keys were in his pocket.

irresponsible, he’d say with a roll his eyes as he’d drive a pouting bokuto back to his place after falling asleep in meian’s bathtub after a summer barbecue. his clothes were soaked because the fool had tried to take a shower.

idiotic, he’d scoff as he peeled a dry-heaving atsumu off the counter of onigiri miya, the idiot having abused his knowledge of the security code with the intention of grabbing a midnight snack. as expected, osamu had not been impressed.

his friends were stupid, and sakusa swore he’d never sink to their depths. he wasn’t ridiculous, irresponsible, or idiotic. surely it’d never happen to him.

…is what he thought before this morning, when he’d blinked awake to a pounding in his head. he’d groaned, pulling the sheets back up to his chin—

sheets that were not his own. his bedsheets were dark grey, not blue.

alarmed, he sits up and immediately regrets it with the way the pounding behind his eyes intensifies. but a quick glance around at the placement of the dressers and the colour of the walls confirms his fear and hypocrisy.

this was not his room, and he’d no idea how he’d ended up here.

in a moment of panic, he lifts the sheets and is at least relieved to see he’s still clothed, and not naked in a stranger’s bed.

his phone, plugged in and fully charged, sits on the night stand on his left. he figures that might be the best place to start unravelling the night before.

as he goes to grab it, he sees the picture frame. he knows komori’s face like he knows his own, which is also in the photo. both he and his cousin are smiling, and his heart thumps loudly in his chest when he sees that the person in the middle is too.

this isn’t komori’s house and it obviously isn’t his, which means…it’s yours.

and he remembers bits now, the events leading up to now. there’s a flash of your smile behind a gin and tonic. hushed conversation as you updated him on your life, as if he hadn’t been stalking your social media whenever you came across his feed. reaching to pay the tab at the same time, your fingertips gently brushing his. the warmth blooming across his face from the alcohol and the feel of your lips on his in the back of the cab.

sakusa kiyoomi’s never been the type to care about what others think of him, because the only opinion that matters is his own…but he hopes that you found him charming. he hopes that he told jokes that made you laugh. he hopes that he impressed you. he hopes that you see how much he’s changed from his high school self, who was too nervous and self-conscious and shy to tell you how he felt.

his phone buzzes insistently, shattering the already fragmented memories he desperately wanted to glue together.

sakusa picks it up, hitting accept.

“hello—”

“omi-omi?” atsumu asks, as if surprised that he would pick up his own phone. “oh my god! we thought you were dead!”

“why would i be dead?” he sighs, wincing at the shouting. “but—”

“bokkun, shoyo, it’s omi! he’s alive!” his shouts are barely muffled, a failed attempt to cover the receiver. there are some cheers on the other end, then atsumu’s talking again. “we thought ya went home without us again or somethin’, but then you weren’t pickin’ up or answering our texts, so we thought—”

“i’m fine, don’t worry,” he assures his teammate, dragging a hand down his face. “but i…need you to pick me up.”

a pause. “wait, so you’re not at home?”

“no, i’m at—” he cuts himself off, hesitating. he’s just woken up at his high school crush’s place, but like hell he’s telling atsumu that. “…a friend’s.”

another pause, this time followed by a loud gasp. “is this the friend you were talking to last night? because you two looked real cozy. oh my god, omi, did you sleep with her? did you have a one night stand?”

the mere idea of sleeping with you is enough to bring about another wave of warmth to his cheeks, and he’s about to deny all accusations when atsumu interrupts him.

“bokkun, shoyo! he slept at a girl’s place! omi got laid!”

“i didn’t get laid,” he hisses in a low voice, suddenly very aware that he’s in your home, and that you might actually still be here. “at least…at least i don’t think we did anything other than…kiss.”

his heart skips a beat. holy shit, he kissed you.

atsumu’s resorted unintelligible screeching just as the bedroom door creaks open, and you poke your head in, soft smile on your face.

“good morning. can i come in?”

sakusa immediately hangs up. “of course, sorry about that.”

you push the door open a little wider, and his stomach does a backflip as you settle yourself on the edge of the bed, holding two mugs.

“it’s just tea,” you say, holding one out in offering. “chamomile, with a bit of honey.”

“thank you,” he nods, taking the steaming mug. there are dozens of questions scattered about his mind, but he can hardly seem to collect them when you’re sitting so close, glowing softly in the morning light.

(who would have though that all it’d take was some alcohol for him to realize that you’re not just a high school crush. you’re his current crush too.)

he’s grateful that after a moment of quiet sipping, you speak first.

“we didn’t…do anything,” you tell him. “if that’s what you were wondering. i just— you wanted to leave and i didn’t know your address so i brought you to my place. i slept on the couch. i barely convinced you to take the bed. i never would have guessed sakusa kiyoomi loved to cuddle.”

your tone is light, teasing, not carrying one hint of displeasure or malice, but he still feels a swirl of guilt and embarassment in his gut. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to impose.”

“no! i didn’t mind at all,” you insist. “it was really nice to see you again, omi. in fact, i’d love if you stayed for breakfast, at least.”

“i’d like that,” he blurts before he can even stop to assess the situation.

“wonderful,” you smile again, and he can’t help but return it. you always had a habit of pulling such reactions from him. “also…you talked a lot on the elevator up, and it made me realize something.”

ah, here we go. you’re about to shoot him down, tell him that you never saw him that way and that you’d been too drunk to know what you were doing and saying.

you’re wringing your hands nervously, averting your gaze to your mug. “i…i like you too.”

sakusa kiyoomi used to think that people that got drunk and woke up in questionable places were utterly and completely stupid, but as you crawl across the bed and slot yourself perfectly against his side? when you kiss him soft and sweet, slow and deep?

he doesn’t regret a thing.

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WHEN THEY NEED A BREAK FROM KISSING

character(s): sano manjiro, haitani rindou, kawata souya, hanemiya kazutora, matsuno chifuyu, shiba hakkai x gn!reader

notes: it’s ace awareness week & i’m ace so whatever i say goes this week so this is now canon thanks

warnings: this isn’t a warning but ace tr boys yea <3

SANO MANJIRO

is all breathy laughs and soft smiles as he pulls away, placing a chaste peck to the corner of your mouth before he drops his forehead to rest against your collarbone. “just a second,” he sighs, but doesn’t retract his hands from where they hold onto your hips in order to ground himself. having your weight rested against him/on him allows him to relax quicker. usually regains himself rather quickly and occasionally presses kisses to your collarbone to calm himself down. very much appreciates you running your hands through his hair because it helps him a lot.

HAITANI RINDOU

doesn’t normally tell you verbally that he needs to stop, but when you go to lean in again and he leans away that’s your sign he needs a minute. he gets uncharacteristically shy about it, no matter how many times you tell him he doesn’t have to be. likes to press your foreheads together as he takes in deep breaths, matching your inhales. please cradle his face in your hands and rub your thumbs over his cheekbones, it helps settle him down and ease himself out. kisses you without warning when he’s ready to go again and smirks against your lips if it catches you off guard.

KAWATA SOUYA

he’s another who won’t tell you verbally that he needs a short break from all the kissing. he’ll just turn his head away and drop it in order to bury his face into your neck. his cheeks are warm against your throat as you ask him if he’s alright and he’ll offer a quiet yes and a request for a “minute” mumbled against your skin. sometimes it takes him a while, in these cases it’s best if you just rub his back. he’s pouty as he raises his head back up and grunts a sorry into your mouth before resuming. please remind him he doesn’t need to apologize.

HANEMIYA KAZUTORA

he’s stuttering and blushing and fumbling with his hands on your thighs like crazy as he kisses you and pulls away like he isn’t sure if he really needs a break or not. more times than not you’ll have to remind him with a hand to his cheek that it’s okay, you can slow down if you need to, and the relief in his eyes is immediate. still likes having you close so don’t expect to move while he collects himself again. mumbles out lots of thank yous as he hugs you to his chest. you’ll know when he’s ready because he’ll give you a look, all wide eyed and smiley pout, as he tries to reach for your lips again.

MATSUNO CHIFUYU

he has tells while he’s kissing that tell you before he does that he needs a break. he shifts a lot, gets restless with his hands, and breaks the kiss more and more before he finally leans back altogether and with a sheepish little grin he grabs your hand and says, “woo, takin’ a lot outta me.” he needs a little space sometimes while he gathers his wits back about him, but for the love of god don’t you dare let go of his hand. if you do he’ll refuse you to kiss you again out of pure spite. he needs to start slower and work back into the groove, but it doesn’t take long for him to get comfortable against your lips again.

SHIBA HAKKAI

he takes a lot of quick spurts, like he knows he needs to stop but doesn’t want to. is all “wait, wait…okay” then goes back to kissing you, then a minute later he’s yanking back again. you’re going to have to pin his hands down and tell him to take a breather because it’s obvious he’s running himself ragged. he blushes like crazy as you hold him down but that doesn’t stop him from spewing out some cheesy remark of “how pretty you look like this.” once he gives himself a proper break it doesn’t take long for him to go again. and when the time comes he’ll give you a nod and a dopey smile as he breaks his hands free and tugs you down to his lips.

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hi,, i love your writing !! this is kind of odd but can i request a (slightly nsfw) morning after with fem!s/o x oikawa, kuroo, terushima, and osamu? you had a one night stand but they actually like you so they convince you to go on a date after making you breakfast or something like that? please and thank you 🥺

Thank you for 2.8k<33 I love you all.

More Than A Night. (w/ Oikawa, Kuroo, Terushima, and Osamu)

Warning(s): slight nsfw themes

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Oikawa

“You’re up early.”

You flinch in the midst of shouldering your jacket on as you glance behind you, wondering just how rushed you looked as you blush in embarrassment, causing the brunette to grin in turn. Oikawa yawns through a playful grin with one eye closed, adorning a pair of sweatpants and nothing to cover his bare torso as he crosses his arms over his chest in amusement. You look to the cracked open door, smiling a bit sheepishly.

“I didn’t want to um, impose?” Your words come out questioning as you look away, swallowing tightly at the sight as Oikawa takes knowing steps towards you. You shudder when the setter’s hands you knew so well carefully take the jacket you were in the middle of putting on, slipping it off your shoulders slowly while humming to himself.

“Trust me, lovely- if you were bothersome I would’ve had you out of here hours ago.”

“Oh all mighty one, to what do I owe this special treatment?” You tease, remembering that before last night, Oikawa was still one of your friends, regardless of whether or not last night’s events could cause a rift in your friendship with one another.

“You really want to know?”

You blink, feeling his fingers gently touch the side of your face to get you to look at him, realizing he had been simply running his finger against the side of his jaw as he seemed to be soaking your features in the morning sun.

“In fact, what if I asked you to impose for a little longer, Y/N-chan?”

“Y-You don’t regret last night-?”

“Are you kidding me?” You feel heat swirl in your cheeks as Oikawa’s teasing tone had taken a serious edge, feeling his hand slide across your cheek to cup your face gently.

“Should I be kidding you?” A nervous chuckle slips your lips as Oikawa hangs your jacket on the hanging rack again without looking, chocolate orbs seeming to root you in place as he takes one of the few steps he can towards you.

“I’ve wanted you for years, Y/N-chan.”

“Liar.” Your voice falls to a whisper as Oikawa tilts his head in a seemingly mocking-manner, annoyance glinting in his eyes at the fact that you didn’t seem to believe him.

“Want proof?” He takes another step, voice also falling to a soft tone before taking a strand of your hair in his fingers, kissing it sweetly as you redden at the gesture.

You close your eyes, feeling Oikawa dip his head into your neck, lips smirking slightly against your skin as a newfound heat emerges in the contact as the brunette speaks, gently pressing you up the door and shutting it tightly in the movement.

“So what do you say we make my wait worth it- and make this official, already?”

Kuroo

“You are not reading through my comic books right now.”

“You’re right, I’m actually wondering how a nerd like you got laid.” You retort, flipping through the pages as you bite your lip, hiding your face in the process as you see Kuroo walk into the room from your peripheral view.

“You slept with this nerd, so I don’t think you’re one to talk, kitten.”

The events of last night had been a little fuzzy, but little details came back to you as you blush, pretending to focus on the panels of the sci-fi comic book as you hear Kuroo set something down on the bed, leaving his retort unanswered.

A bright grin crosses your features as you use the blanket to cover your chest as you sit up, seeing the simple breakfast of eggs and toast in the middle of the tray along with a cup of coffee just how you liked it. Your grin grows teasing as you lift the mug to your lips, watching your friend eat a piece of toast on the end of the bed in all his shirtless glory.

“Is this one of the perks of sleeping with the Kuroo Tetsurou?” You try to keep your voice light, and Kuroo quiets down after scoffing in response, eyes calculating and thoughtful as you withold the urge to sigh. Of course things would be different. Was it even possible going back to normal after sleeping together?

“There are a lot more perks if you stick around, trust me.” Kuroo winks, and you roll your eyes at his flirtatious nature, watching him finish off his toast before beginning to get out of bed, shuffling around to pull your shirt from yesterday overhead.

“Well, as fun as this was, I say we revert back to the day before yesterday-”

“...don’t want to.” Your ears perk up at Kuroo’s faded mumble, not hearing him properly.

“Hm? Speak up or I’ll dirty your comic books.”

“I don’t want to go back to how we were.” Kuroo’s voice seemed to be teetering on the edge of strained as you quirk a brow, feeling dissappointment dig into your stomach.

“Oh.” Your smile turns wobbly. “As in...you don’t want to be friends anymore?”

“..Exactly.”

“...Then I guess I’ll be taking my leave.” You break the tension residing in the silence, Kuroo catching your wrist before you can dash out of his bedroom with a wet heat in your eyes.

“That’s not what I meant.” Kuroo’s voice was oddly serious- a tone you didn’t hear that often- before tugging you into his chest into his sitting position so you were straddling his lap. His feral eyes raked over your half-clothed body, mouth beginning to nibble at the sensitive spot on your collarbone as an embarrassed sound slips your lips-

Kuroo smirks, hand trailing underneath your shirt as he feels your heartbeat at the slightest touch of your chest.

“I want to be able to see you like this every morning, kitten- that’s what I meant before you jumped to conclusions.”

His hand presses against the small of your back, pressing you up against him even tighter as comic books lay open and forgotten, a half-drunk coffee cup growing cooler beside them.

“I want to lose you as my friend and keep you as my everything.”

Terushima

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice that the other side of my bed was cold?”

“I’m surprised you’re capable of noticing things.” You hum in reply, smiling a little as you feel the spiker’s arms wrap around you from behind, Terushima’s chin resting on your shoulder as he examines what you’re doing. You poured the dark liquid from the coffee pot as you basked in the morning light, having left the blonde in bed with slightly wobbly legs.

“This almost feels like we’re married, no?”

“Totally.” You hadn’t meant for your words to come out that sarcastic, but you knew better. Terushima Yuuji had been a friend of yours for years, but one night of heat and mixed emotions didn’t change the fact that the spiker was the exact definition of fuckboy.

“Y/N you’re acually gonna make me cry one day! You’re so cold.” Terushima whines, feeling at complete ease at the thought of you standing in the kitchen with a brewed coffee pot for the two of you.

“And my coffee’s getting cold too, so you can start calling up another one of your girls in line to warm yourself up.” You reply without missing a beat, feeling Terushima tense up before relaxing again.

“Jealous?” Terushima smirks against your shoulder, still not letting you go as you roll your eyes, smiling nonetheless.

“To be honest you are great in bed, my friend. Kudos to the next lucky girl.” You wink, feeling Terushima’s grip on your waist loosen slightly as you finish off your coffee, the spiker spinning you around to lean into you, cornering you against the counter.

“Go on a date with me! Coffee isn’t breakfast.”

You stare at your friend for a solid second before shaking your head, laughing a little in disbelief. “Do you typically bring girls out on dates after you sleep together?”

“No, not usually.” Terushima shrugs, and you laugh again before feeling his hand snake down to your waist, his hand tracing up your bare thigh as heat floods your cheeks, the spiker before you eyeing you with an emotion you couldn’t pinpoint.

“Yuuji-”

“One date.”

You blink at the seriousness tinging his words, gasping when he lifts you up to sit you on the counter to stand between your legs, smirking when his breath hits your lips as he watches your eyes dart between his lips and his eyes.

“Give me one date, Y/N.”

“...Fine. Only because you’re acting is phenomenal at the moment.” You give in, kissing him deeply on the lips as Terushima’s grip on your waist tightens the slightest bit before you brush past him, humming as if nothing serious had happened.

Terushima sighs as he hears the shower turn on, leaning his back against the counter before pouring his own cup of dark brew into the mug you had been drinking out of, a hand running through his hair as his usual bright almond eyes seemed to have darkened.

“Acting, huh?”

Osamu

“Y/N. You’ll sleep into the afternoon.”

“Please let me?” You croak, shielding your eyes from the blinds Osamu had opened an hour before.

“Nope. I have breakfast going, I laid one of my shirts out for you.” The wing spiker leans against the doorway of his bedroom, watching you wake up in a slightly confused manner as you slowly sit up, the corner of Osamu’s lip twitching at the sight. You hug the blanket to your chest embarrasedly, smiling a little bashfully.

Osamu clears his throat, attempting to clear the awkward atmosphere. “Can you walk okay?”

“Someone’s cocky.” You comment, taking Osamu’s shirt and pulling it over your head although it engulfed your figure. “And no, by the way- I can’t.”

You yelp, feeling your friend’s arms tuck beneath your legs and back before picking you up as if you weighed nothing, causing your bare legs to thrash around slightly in complaint. Osamu remains indifferent, walking to the kitchen with ease.

“You said you couldn’t walk, and I’m hungry. Let’s eat.”

“I was actually planning to go straight home...” You trail off, sweatdropping when Osamu sits you in the chair across from his before taking his own seat.

“You have time. Your class doesn’t start for another hour.”

“...right.” You mumble, putting your hands together to begin the meal. The two of you eat in silence, Osamu not being very talkative to begin with- the friendship you two had fostered had been put into such a threatening position from last night’s slightly drunken decisions. Do you go about your day and pretend it didn’t happen? Address it and stop being friends?

“-be my girlfriend.”

You choke, the statement/question coming out of Osamu’s mouth casually muffled by his mug as the twin looks out on the morning sun as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on you.

“...are you sure you aren’t confused?” You eye him directly, all shyness and awkwardness washed away as Osamu lazily meets your eyes, forking some more food into his mouth with a nod.

“I’m sure.”

“Look, Osamu- just because we slept together doesn’t mean you’re under any obligation-”

Your eyes widen when Osamu had suddenly leaned forward, hand entangling in your hair to kiss the corner of your lips from across the spread on the table, sitting back and resuming to eat his rice with a shrug.

“There was a little rice near your mouth-”

“Are you even listening?!” You exclaim, flustered at the lazy boy’s actions as Osamu sighs before setting down his chopsticks, something he never did, before eyeing you evenly, fighting the amused smirk on his lips at how flushed you looked. He tilts his head, standing from his chair before shrugging.

“If you don’t want to go out with me, then..”

You panic, heart confused with mind in tow as you stand, catching the back of his fitted black shirt before he can walk away.

“I...we can maybe...try it?” You make out in fidgety embarrassment, Osamu releasing a deep sigh that had his shoulders lifting up and down before turning to glance at you. The gray haired boy tugs you into his chest tightly by the wrist, mumbling into your ear as he watched with a satisfied look at the pink that dusted your cheeks.

“You seriously can’t be this cute this early in the morning. I think I’m hungry for something else now.”

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HEAR ME OUT! HC WHERE BOKUTO, TSUKI, KAGEYAMA, & TANAKA ARE AT A TOURNAMENT WITH THEIR S/O AND HER EX WHO WAS A FUCKING DOUCHEBAG SHOWS UP AND CONFRONTS THEM???? LIKE PICTURE HOW MAD THE GUYS WPULD BE THATS SO HOT IM SORRY

S/O w/ Douchebag Ex (Bokuto, Tsukishima, Kageyama, and Tanaka)

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Bokuto

- honestly Bokuto is the sweetest when it comes to you coming to tournaments with him, watching from the bleachers as you indulge in what Bokuto’s most passionate about

- so he’s extremely showy in the stands with how much he appreciates you, arm slung around your shoulder as his attention is fully immersed in the conversation w/ you and not on the match going on

- attention is so immersed that he doesn’t notice another guy take a rough seat on the other side of you, lip quirked up in a smirk that can’t mean anything good as you immediately tense up in Bokuto’s hold

- “So you decided to move on that quick, Y/N? Since when did your morals sink so low?”

- Ah. It was one of those.

- “Not today, Rui. Go crawl back in to whatever hole you came out of and leave me alone.”

- wants to say something so badly, but thinks you have the situation under control until he feels you trembling slightly, hand gripping onto his tightly as he remembers all the things you’ve told him about your shitty ex

- he doesn’t like showing you his scary side, because shit

- “Are you a slut now? Is that why you’re acting out with this piece of-”

- “Hey Y/N, baby? Mind shutting your eyes for me?” as Bokuto smiles sweetly to you, kissing your cheek lovingly as you tug on his sleeve, your look saying don’t before Bokuto waves you off with a kiss to your knuckles

- “I bet your new pussy boyfriend can’t give it to you the way I-”

- stands slowly, cracking his knuckles before ensuring Akaashi has one palm over your eyes as the setter absent-mindedly pays attention to the match going on

- “A real man doesn’t talk to a pretty lady that way, you know?” “Lady? Don’t kid me, ladies don’t sleep around like the slut they are, you should run while-”

-bastard ex doesn’t get to finish the sentence before Bokuto cracks a menancing grin, fire igniting in gold irises as he reels his fist back, clocking him cleanly in the jaw as everyone in the stands stills in shock

- except Akaashi, like wtf you pretty setter does this happen often, who keeps watching the match, knowing Bokuto’s actions are justified as he takes his palm off your eyes to make you gasp in shock

- “Listen here, Rui? Awful name by the way, if you ever enter my line of sight again-” as he grabs his collar, the fear in your ex’s eyes strangely satisfying to both of you as Bokuto’s brows furrow, grin widening as he leans to mutter in your ex’s ear in a dangerous tone

- “I won’t hesitate to break your jaw with twice the force.”

- waves off the security as he holds your hand tightly in his, Akaashi begrudgingly following as he makes it clear that you’re leaving the tournament before security gets involved

- “Are you alright, beautiful?” “Bokuto, that’s assault!”

- “Don’t stress the minor details-wait. Akaashi, I thought you had her eyes covered!”

- “I’m never going anywhere with the two of you again.”

Tsukishima

- Blonde tsundere boy doesn’t get jealous easily, but hates your exes with an immense amount of effort, which was strange for him

- Karasuno Boys want to go watch a tournament to size up their competition and lets you tag along so you can make the experience more bearable

- not that he would tell you that he likes your presence uwu

- so when he’s waiting for you by the bathrooms, leaning against the wall with his hands shoved in his pockets, he doesn’t expect a stranger walking up to him with clenched fists and an irritated stare

- please god he does not need this right now, as he flashes back to Hinata’s bathroom endeavors

- “Oi. Is Y/N in there? You a friend of hers?”

- golden brown eyes narrow immediately, taking a subconcious step in front of the bathroom door before taking his hands out of his pockets

- “Depends.” “C’mon glasses-freak, lemme know if she is so I can teach that little slut a lesson.”

- oh hell no.

-“And what business does a lowlife have with my girlfriend?” as a grin with no happiness behind it dawns onto the usual expressionless blonde as he crosses his arms

- “So you’re the reason she broke up with me? What a joke.”

- your ex gulps when Tsukishima takes another step forward, a pissed-off expression flaming in his eyes as he uses his height to intimidate, a smirk crossing the blonde’s features as he bends down to your ex’s level

- “T-Tell her to come out, or I’ll make you regret it.” “Oh? Are you gonna cry if I don’t? Does it make you feel good to talk shit about women just because you weren’t able to get it up for them, you lowlife?”

- grabs your ex by the collar to slam his back against the wall, ignoring the groan of pain as Tsukishima’s cynical grin crosses his face in a way that made your ex feel fear all the way down to his toes

- “You’re gonna walk your ass out of this stadium and not look back, and you’re sure as hell not going to try and contact Y/N anymore because God forbid I’m tired of seeing your name pop up on her phone when I’m trying to satisfy her.” as Tsukishima pulls his back of the wall by the collar just to slam it back down again

- “Are we understood, or do you have selective hearing?”

- Your ex nods, fear in his throat just as you come out of the bathroom, eyes widening at the sight of your current boyfriend letting your ex’s collar go as he bolts towards the exit

- “I-” “All done? Good. You take forever.”

- You sigh as the blonde walks ahead of you as if nothing happened, waiting for you to catch up with him as you head back to the stands together

- “Do I even want to know?” as you slip your hand into his

- “Hn. Probably not.” Tsukishima pockets your conjoined hands in his pants pocket, and you smile, realizing he had no idea that you had heard the entire conversation through the thin bathroom walls

- you kiss his cheek, taking him completely off guard as Tsukishima sighs afterwards, glancing down at your over-the-moon expression quizically

- “What’s with that spaced-off smile, loser?” “Nothing~”

Kageyama

- “Are you sure that you’re comfortable being here?” “Tobio, for the hundredth time, I don’t care if that bastard is on the other team. I already told you, and I want to support you.” “But what if-?”

- so as he’s talking to you on the sidelines, not wanting to leave you by your lonesome in the stands as he plays, the two of you don’t notice the arrival of the person you dreaded seeing most, causing you to blanch

- “So the rumors are true. You find a new screw, Y/N?”

- grabs your arm and tugs it so you’re behind him, Kageyama glaring his infamous dagger-like glare as the coy expression on your ex’s face pisses him off even further

- “Don’t talk to her.” “What are you gonna do about it, King?”

- you bite your lip, feeling the tension build up heavily as you pull Kageyama’s arm, feeling people begin to stare and whisper as Kageyama glances down at you, blue eyes calculating and cold

- “Please. I don’t want to make a scene.” “...If that’s what you want.”

- so as Kageyama lets you pull him away, your exes calls still don’t go unheard

- “That ass is looking better, Y/N! Don’t be surprised if she’s screwing some dude in the bathrooms during our match, King-!”

- rips himself out of your hold as his long legs take long strides to grab your ex by the collar, taking him off guard as your ex’s feet actually lift off the floor as he stays at a loss for words

- “Say it again. Not to my back, but to my face, asshat.” “W-where’s the ref?! You can’t do this?”

- glare intensifies as his grip on his collar tightens menacingly “We’re not in a match, though, so if I beat you to a pulp here, no ref can save you, can he?”

- lets go only when he feels you hugging his back, whimpering for him to stop as he ignores the coughing douchebag on the floor, aiding to you gently as he feels you relax when he cups your cheek

- “Are you okay?” “Y-yes, just please don’t fight.”

- gulps when you hug him tightly, feeling a tad embarrassed more for the hug than him almost publicly pummeling your ex

- “Thank you for standing up for me, but you’re here to play, right?” you smile, feeling calmer as Kageyama sweatdrops at your words “Show him who the better man is.”

- cracks a grin before brushing some hair out of the way to press his lips against your forehead “That was the plan from the start, wasn’t it?”

- needless to say, Kageyama’s fuse was lit twice as more as it usually is, causing the rest of Karasuno to give you thankful thumbs up as you giggle and wave back from the stands as you watch Kageyama pummel your ex with what he’s best at

Tanaka

- literally when you’re with Tanaka no guys approach you usually from the sheer aura he gives off when some guy even looks your way

- like actually Tanaka’s still apologizing to your brother to this day because he didn’t know

- so when you’re in the stands with him at a tournament he really wanted to watch, the person you’re least expecting to see enters your field of vision practically out of nowhere, startling you as Tanaka’s face contorts to his signature get the fuck away face

- “Well look who it is. How’ve you been, Y/N-chan?”

- Tanaka’s glare instantly lessens as he looks down at you, thinking he’s someone else you know until he sees you biting your lip as you look down at your lap, trembling a tad bit as Tanaka pieces it together

- “Ah. You’re the new one, aren’t you?” as the stranger reaches a hand out at your boyfriend, lowering it awkwardly when Tanaka doesn’t react.

-somehow manages to keep his cool when your ex leans down to mutter, “She’s good in bed for the first few times until she gets boring, right?”

- clenches his teeth when he feels you grab the back of his shirt, signalling him not to rip this guy to shreds as he tries to steady his breathing through his nose

- “Well. Once a whore always a whore, I guess-” as your ex begins to walk away, but doesn’t make it far as Tanaka juts his foot out, tripping him and causing your ex to fall flat on his face as you face palm

- “Ah! What the hell-?!” “Listen here you little shit.”

- well, you tried lmao

- grabs him by the shirt from off the ground to meet him at eye-level, smirking when he sees the level of fear grow in your ex’s eyes as he realizes just how intimidating your new boyfriend is

- “Y/N’s the only reason I’m not dragging you to someplace private so I can absolutely beat the shit out of you, so in my mind, you should be thanking her that your kneecaps aren’s smashed in right now.”

- lifts him a little higher by the shirt so Tanaka can take his turn muttering in your ex’s ear, tone dripping with feigned innocence

- “So if you’re not gonna thank her, I suggest you get the hell away from her as far as you can run, because I’m a very fast runner.” as he lets go of his collar with a growl in his throat. “You listenin’, dipshit?”

- watches with a far off look as your ex scrambles away, sitting back down aftwewards before sighing as if a minor annoyance had just happened, ignoring the stares from the onlookers

- “Babe, pass the popcorn.” “Tanaka, can I say something strange?”

- pops the pieces in as he slings an arm around your shoulder. “Go for it, babes.”

- “That was extremely hot.”

- Tanaka chokes.

#haikyuu

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AHHH CAN WE DO A PART 2 OF YOUR EX APPROACHING YOU WHILE THE BOYS ARE AROUND? WITH AKAASHI, KUROO, IWA AND ATSUMU? I LOVED THE FIRST ONE 🥺🤩🤩🤩

Thank you for 2.6k you guys!!!! Here are some possessive volleynerds for you lovelies<33

And thank you sm for the request love I love the diversity in teams- writing in scenarios aha

Warnings: cursing, this is a douchey ex so he does say some pretty shitty things lol

Continuation of This One

S/O With a Douchebag Ex (Akaashi, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, and Atsumu)

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Akaashi

“Hey! You did so well out there!”

Akaashi offers a glimpse of a smile at your excited figure in the stands as he jogs up the steps to where you are, feeling the tiredness seem to drift away as he takes the seat next to you. You grin when one of his arms loops around your waist to tug you into his side, not minding the slightly sweaty setter as he sighs into your shoulder in content.

“I’m so glad you made it. Now please tell them I’m asleep.”

“What-?”

You sweatdrop when seemingly on cue, Bokuto and Konoha run up the same steps of the bleachers, pointing at Akaashi’s “sleeping” figure in accusation.

“I knew it! I knew he would run off to Y/N the minute we finished-”

“Sh.” You put a finger to your lips as Bokuto pauses, feeling a laugh bubble up in your throat when Akaashi’s lips curl into a smile aginst your shoulder. “He’s tired.”

“Oh boo hoo look at you two all cute and shit.” Konoha snips, settling on the other side of you as you roll your eyes. “Bite me.”

“Don’t be bitter you’re single.” You laugh as the rest of Fukurodani settle in the bleachers around you, humming a little as Akaashi holds you a little tighter in thanks as he uses you to recharge.

“Well isn’t this a fucking sight.”

You tense up immediately at the voice that belongs to the newcomer, your frozen state not going unnoticed by the blue-eyed boy who still had his eyes closed, a frown now growing on his lips.

“Still whoring around, Y/N? All these boys waiting their turn?”

Bokuto and Komi had both begun to stand up, and you cast a sharp glance at both of them that had them both sitting back down with a shared glare in their pupils. You breathe in a shaky sigh before offering a wobbly smile to your ex, not noticing that blue-green eyes had snapped open and Akaashi had lazily looked up at your ex with a lit flame behind his eyes before you could stop him.

“Say it again.” His voice is soft as you sigh. No stopping him now.

Your ex tried to hide his nervousness at Akaashi’s lazy stare that held a deadly feel with a feigned chuckle. “What?”

“I said,” Akaashi stands, towering to his full height that seemed a little more intimidating than usual as he towers over your ex, grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer with a head tilt. The mix of tiredness and annoyance was evident on Akaashi’s face as he feels irritation bubble in his stomach at someone openly insulting his girlfriend.

“Say it again. You think I care if we’re in public?”

You gape at his thug-like actions along with the team, and your ex shoves your boyfriend off with a growl before casting you one more glare.

“This isn’t over.”

“I’d say it is.” Akaashi steps in front of your line of vision, jutting his chin to the side in a motion for him to get the hell out of here. “Now kindly leave before I kindly resort to getting physical.”

You feel your heartbeat pick up when your ex spins on his heel cowardly, Akaashi collapsing back in his seat to lay his head back on your shoulder.

“Violence is tiring.”

“Y-Y/N, I’m scared-”

“Who the hell have you been hanging out with ‘Kaashi?!”

You nudge him slightly, smiling gratefully as Akaashi props one eye open, only replying to you and ignoring his teammates inquiries-

“Thank you.”

“I have him recorded on my phone, so no need to worry anymore. I could ruin him in a second.”

You cast a glance to Konoha, realizing just how frightening Akaashi could be when pissed off for the right reasons.

“..I think I’m scared too.”

“Oh shush.” Akaashi kisses your shoulder, arms resting around your waist as his voice mumbles in your ear, all teasing fading from your voice as a safety net extends across your heart.

“No scum gets to talk about you like that, angel.”

Kuroo

“I have half the mind to just abandon you.”

“Noooo!” You whine, willing your legs to keep walking as Kuroo looks behind him amusedly, hand clasped in yours as the raven-haired captain attempts to tug you along. “Who’s idea was it to walk this big ass park again?”

“...yours.”

“Nuh-uh.” You deny with a pout, prompting Kuroo to snort before tugging you to one of the nearby benches, sitting you down sweetly as you pout up at him.

“I swear it’s like I’m your babysitter more than your boyfriend, kitten.”

“That’s called-” You use both hands to make a rainbow shape with a seemingly innocent grin as Kuroo hits you with a deadpan stare. “Pedophilia~”

“Aaaaand that’s it, I’m abandoning you-”

“Wait, I was joking!” You grab his hand when he spins on his heel, thinking he was simply being overdramatic before Kuroo winks once, kissing your knuckle.

“As if I would actually do that. Do you want milktea or iced tea?”

Your pout grows as you retract your hand. “Milktea.”

“Stop pouting, you’re prettier when you smile.”

“And for that reason, I will continue to pout because you told me to stop- ow!”

You glare at your boyfriend’s teasing smirk as he walks off, rubbing the spot on your forehead where he flicked before basking in the feeling of relaxing your legs, deciding to enjoy the rest time while you can.

As your hands massage at your calves, a voice makes your heart drop into your stomach.

“Y/N?”

The feeling of wanting to disappear spreads over your chest as you slowly meet the eyes of someone you had never wanted to see again, a scoff falling out of his lips at the sight of you.

“Did your newest toy leave you already?” He questions sickeningly sweet as your gaze drops back down to your shoes, bottom lip trembling at just the sound of his voice.

“Did he use you for your body like all the rest did?”

“N-No, not that that’s any of your business anyways.” You mumble, still not meeting his eyes as you wish Kuroo would come back faster, your ex taking another step forward with a smirk holding no good intentions.

“Well, why don’t we go back to the good old days, hm?” He reaches for your wrist, and just as you flinch-

“Oops. My hand slipped.”

Your eyes widen as Kuroo’s iced americano had created a puddle on the floor in which your ex stood, a pissed-off expression in the feral boy’s eyes as he smiles with no kindness behind it, fake-apology slipping off his tongue.

“Sorry about that! Man, I’m suddenly wishing I got it hot.” Kuroo throws the lid over his shoulder, not reacting when your ex turns on him, his grin simply widening when your ex realizes just how broad and tall your new boyfriend was.

“Are we good?” Kuroo continues, taking his other hand out of his pocket with seemingly innocent intentions as his gaze darkens, smile borderline sinister.

“Or do you have business with my girlfriend?” Kuroo makes a point to step in front of you, crossing his arms with a strained grin. “Because in all honesty, you’re getting a little too close for comfort, hm? Or do I need to show you the meaning of too close for comfort?”

The tone of Kuroo’s voice sends a shiver down your spine as you see just how hard Kuroo is clenching his fists, restraining himself but still casting you reassuring glances to calm you down.

“Tsk.” Your ex casts you one more promising death glare before spinning on his heel. “I don’t have time to play with trash anyways.”

Kuroo watches as he walks off, smile gone and replaced with a frown as his eyes seem to gleam with a dark look to them, softening a little when you reach out to tug on his sleeve.

“Kitten, did he do anything to you, because I can go after him. I’ve never once feared prison-”

“Tetsurou.” You whisper, lifting your head to meet his worried gaze through watery eyes as you wish you could respond to his joke the way he would want you to. “Can you maybe just...hold me?”

“I’ll do you one better. You can ride on my back while we go back to the coffee shop to go buy my coffee that I uh, dropped. Deal?”

“Deal.” you interlock pinkies with him as he hoists you on his back, Kuroo pretending not to notice your weakness as you bury your head in his neck and cry as he walks along. He turns his head a little, smiling softly when your tears wet his shoulder.

“Oi, just so you know- I would never abandon you. So don’t worry your pretty little head over nothing, kitten.”

Iwaizumi

“Hajime, please don’t get the candy- just get popcorn and the drinks.”

“What?” Iwa blinks as if you had just offended him, handing you the two tickets as he arches a confused brow. “But you always get candy.”

“I’m dieting!” You proclaim proudly, and Iwaizumi stares at you for a solid six seconds before turning around.

“Anyways, do you want chocolate or the gummies?”

“Did you not hear-”

“Oh I heard. But there’s no need to diet when you’re already...”

“Already?” You grin cheekily as you see the tips of his ears turn red.

“You’re getting chocolate.”

“Hajime-” You sigh as he rushes away from you towards the counter, leaving you to examine the ticket stubs with a bouncing in your chest. Iwaizumi wasn’t the most open about his feelings towards you, but it was clear that he definitely cared- and that’s all that really mattered.

You really thought nothing would ruin this night.

“Look what we have here! How’ve you been, Y/N?”

You still when an arm gets thrown over your shoulder, feeling your breathing hitch at the sight of someone you hadn’t seen in months. Automatically, you go to step away only for a hug to be forced on you, and you feel your eyes brim with unshed tears as your world seems to stop for a second.

“You missed me, didn’t you? Why’d you leave me, Y/N? Fate must be telling us-”

You squeak when your the back of your shirt is pulled strongly, relaxing at the feel of Iwaizumi’s chest on your back as you could hear his breaths attempting to be steady. A laugh almost bubbles out of your throat when you see his other arm was cradling a bucket of popcorn with various other snacks inside of it.

“Y/N.” Iwaizumi looks down at you seriously, voice blunt. “Want me to hurt him?”

You blanch at the straight-laced tone of your boyfriend, but you find yourself wanting to smile-

“Ah. So you’re why she left. That little slut left me because you came into the picture, huh?”

Iwaizumi suddenly gets an unreadable look in his eye as his bangs seem to cover the dark irises, humorless chuckle slipping his lips as you put a hand on his arm, panicked. His breaths were no longer controlled.

“Hold this.” You blink when he hands you the bucket of popcorn, eyes bewildered before Iwaizumi rolls his sleeves up, taking his time as your ex laughs mockingly at the sight.

“What, are you really gonna hurt me in a-”

“Yup.”

You flinch when Iwaizumi shamelessly kicks him to the floor as if he were nothing, fire blazing in his dark eyes as you grip the bucket a little tighter, watching as Iwa bends down to his level, ignoring the crowd beginning to form.

“So not only are you openly going to touch my girlfriend when I’m not near her when she obviously doesn’t like it- you’re gonna call her names too when I’m standing right here?” Iwaizumi tilts his head the slightest bit to the side, just enough to send shivers down his spine.

“Still want to see if I’m really going to do it?” Iwaizumi asks in a bored manner, beginning to reel his fist back as your ex squeaks out a no, scrambling away with his hands before angrily glancing at you in his escape.

Iwa gets back up, dusting his hands off as if nothing had happened before walking back up to you and popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

“What theatre are we in?”

“Hajime, you just-”

“I wasn’t actually going to punch him.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Hey.” Iwaizumi uses his finger to wipe at the stray tears in the corner of your eyes. “He made you cry, didn’t he?”

Your eyes widen as your heart bounces around in your chest, Iwaizumi tugging you along as he mumbles something about the movie starting soon.

“As if I’d let some nobody talk about you like that when you’re...”

“When I’m...?” The smile comes back as Iwaizumi finds himself wanting to see it even more before groaning, refusing to look back at you.

“Perfect. There, I said it. Now can we just watch this damn Godzilla movie before your chocolate melts into the popcorn?”

Atsumu

“You’re here!”

“And you’re sweaty!” You giggle, hugging Atsumu back with both arms outside the volleyball practice gym of Inarizaki as he lifts you off the ground, prompting you to squeal a little. “Don’t tell me you’re going home like this...?”

“He’s not.”

You laugh as Kita hits Atsumu upside the head, causing your boyfriend to whine as the captain casts you a sorry stare.

“Why he wouldn’t shower before coming to greet you in a filthy state is beyond me.”

“He is standing right here- don’t be mad because you don’t have a cute girl waiting for you.” That last part comes out as a mumble as an irk mark openly emerges on Kita’s head as Atsumu subtly steps behind your giggling form.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” Atsumu mumbles, pouting as he looks down at you before hugging you from behind tightly. “I’ll shower. Five minutes- no, three minutes tops-”

“Disgusting. Again Y/N, I’m sorry.” Kita bows at you apologetically before dragging an over-dramatic Atsumu back into the gym as he winks at you in a be back before you know it gesture. You lean back against the wall, shaking your head at your playful boyfriend as you deem it fine to wait a little longer as you swipe through your phone.

“Waiting for someone?”

Your thumb freezes upon your screen as the voice fills your ears, and you boredly meet the eyes of your ex-boyfriend before scoffing and turning your attention back to your phone.

“Why are you even here? Since when do you play volleyball?” You mock, fighting to keep the strain out of your voice as your ex leans a bit too close on the wall-space next to you.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“Oh? Have I?” You feign shock, still not looking up at your screen as the device gets ripped from your grip, your ex holding it out of reach as your eyes widen.

“After everything we’ve been through you have the audacity to give your time to someone else?” You flinch at the words directed to you, the manipulative words spinning in your mind as his grip tightens around your wrist, now pinning you to the wall.

“Answer me.”

You clench your eyes shut, willing it all to go away as you hear him chuckle.

“Adorable.”

“Yeah. She is.” Your eyes snap open as relief floods your system, a few droplets falling from Atsumu’s hair as he grabs the collar of your ex, flinging him back carelessly as he falls on his ass. Your boyfriend doesn’t even glance back at him, cupping your face carefully with a reassuring smile on his face.

“Sorry. I said three minutes but actually took five.” He kisses the tip of your nose before frowning, finally glancing behind him. “And wow, this is some luck.”

“Atsumu-”

“Kidding, kidding.” Atsumu grins. “After I finish this up, care to go get a parfait?”

“Finish-?” You find yourself under Atsumu’s jacket, obscuring your vision effectively as Atsumu bends down to the level of your ex, smile easygoing but eyes gleaming with a tinge of anger.

“I’ll take that.” Atsumu plucks your phone out of his tightened grip, smile slowly falling from his lips as he glances back to make sure you weren’t watching before tugging your ex his shirt so his mouth is near his ear.

“I’m playing nice because of the cute girl standing over there, but if you show your ugly-ass face anywhere around her when you think I’m not there?” Atsumu grins in satisfaction at the fear that flashes across his face, letting go of his shirt as his back hits the floor.

“Playtime’s over.”

“A-Atsumu?”

The setter doesn’t need to glance back to know that he was already gone, humming sweetly as he takes his jacket off your head, stroking your hair soothingly when you hug him tightly.

“God, you’re going to make me never want to leave you alone again. That was three minutes.”

“...five minutes. ” You say, and Atsumu rolls his eyes playfully before smiling into your hair, thankful you couldn’t see the relieved expression on his own face that you were okay before hugging you a little tighter, mumbling into your hair.

“No one gets to touch you like that, sweetheart. Not even me.”

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#haikyuu

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how would reader and gojo react to megumi bringing a girl home?

the fushigojos are back baby!! thank you anon 💙

“i’m kind of busy right now, gojo,” you grunt, dodging a swing of the curse’s limb and silently thanking nanami for the bluetooth piece he’d given you on christmas. it was almost like he’d known something like this would happen.

“but, babe, it’s an emergency!”

“is this a ‘somebody is bleeding or missing a limb’ emergency?” you ask, your sword piercing the body of the second curse of the evening, effectively exorcising it. “or another ‘megumi doesn’t like avicii’ kind of emergency?”

“none of the above!” he insists in your earpiece. “it’s even worse than megumi’s lack of musical taste!”

“oh, what could possibly be worse than that?” you ask dryly, resisting the urge to roll your eyes and take your gaze off the curses closing in on you.

“he just called and asked if a friend could come over after school!”

that actually gives you pause. “wait— like a human friend? cause i told him last time that actual dogs that our landlord can see and hear aren’t allowed in the apartment.”

“yeah, a human friend! now don’t you understand why i’m freaking out?” he’s only gotten more dramatic with your own shock at the predicament. “we know tsumiki’s friends, sure, but we’ve never met one of megumi’s! mostly cause he doesn’t have any, so what do we do?”

you swing at a lunging curse with one arm as you check your watch, grimacing when you see it reads 3:25pm. megumi gets out of school in five minutes, and it only takes him ten to walk home. no way you’ll make it before then.

“just put some snacks on the table,” you instruct. “all of megumi’s favourites and a handful of the candy from that jar you keep at the back of the top shelf. don’t do anything else until i get back.”

“okay! so that means you’re coming home soon though— hey, wait a minute! how did you know about my candy stash? i put it on the top because—”

“because you think none of us can reach it,” you finish, actually rolling your eyes this time. “i’ll refill your jar like tsumiki and i always do, just put some out in case megumi’s friend doesn’t like veggie trays and candied ginger.”

“wait, you guys steal from it too—”

you yank your bluetooth out before he can finish complaining.

you finally check your phone as you drag yourself up the stairs of your apartment. it��d been buzzing insistently as you’d finished up your mission, gone to the school to report back to yaga, and grabbed some take out on the way home.

[83 texts from satoru gojo]

[22 missed calls from satoru gojo]

sighing, you hit clear all and shove your phone into your pocket, exchanging it for your keys and jamming them into the lock.

when you get the door open, the first thing you register is how unnaturally quiet it is. it’s so quiet that all you can hear is the hum of the air conditioning. the last time it was this quiet was after suguru—

you set the takeout bag on the counter, the crinkle of the plastic bag suddenly the loudest sound you’ve ever heard as you peer over the counter at the scene in the living room.

gojo’s seated in the arm chair, manspreading, of course, elbows planted on his knees as he stares over the rim of his shades at megumi and who you assume is his friend. when you said not to do anything else, you didn’t think he’d take you seriously (mostly because gojo rarely listens to you at all)

“hi,” you say, taking a step into the living room. “it’s nice to meet you, i’m megumi’s other guard—”

it’s a girl.

gojo makes an exasperated noise, and megumi rolls his eyes. “wait,” you pause, tilting your head at the girl sitting beside him. “aren’t you the one shoko’s mentoring? i didn’t know you went to the same school as megumi.”

she opens her mouth to reply, but your red-faced megumi stops her. “we’re just here to work on a science project,” he explains. “gojo-sensei isn’t letting us go.”

“why not?” you question, averting your gaze to your boyfriend, who jumps out of his seat and pulls you towards your bedroom, telling the kids not to move a muscle and that his six-eyes see everything.

“because we haven’t had the talk with megumi yet,” he reasons urgently. “we can’t leave him alone with a girl. what if he doesn’t know what to do?”

you draw back to stare at him in confusion. “know what to do— satoru, do you even know what the talk is?”

he just blinks at you. “the sex talk. how to have sex.”

oh, to be the strongest sorcerer alive, whose education growing up was limited to cursed technique application and nothing further.

“it’s about how and when to do it safely,” you correct with a sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “and he’s only 14. we agreed to give it to him when he turned 16.”

it’s almost amusing seeing him so worried, eyes darting from you to the door as if he could look through it. “so we’re just going to let him go into his room with a girl? don’t you remember the first time i got you alone in my room—”

“first of all we were 19 when that happened, and second of all i did all the work because,” you poke a finger at the centre of his chest, “you were some touch-starved virgin who lasted less than two minutes.”

“hey!” he whines, batting your hand away. “you agreed never to bring that up again, and we’re talking about megumi right now!”

“just have them work on their project at the dining table,” you shrug. “and she’s basically shoko’s student, remember? she’s not going to make a move on him or anything.”

his frown just deepens. “but what if—”

“no.”

“or maybe—”

“no, satoru.”

he slumps in defeat, grumbling as you twist the doorknob open and pull him outside with you to explain the set-up to the kids.

you have to yank gojo into the kitchen with you to stop him from hovering as they settle at the dining table, pulling out textbooks and sheets of paper.

“see,” you tell him. “completely innocent. i’m glad he’s finally made a friend.”

and she comes back, too. sometimes with shoko, sometimes without. you don’t even end up giving him the talk early, because once gojo’s warmed up to the idea of megumi having a friend?

he breaks out the photo albums.

“and this is the time megumi tried to cut his own hair because he didn’t like the undercut i might have messed up! he had to wear his hair down for a while and looked like a coconut!”

he doesn’t know when to shut up.

“megumi! here’s your laundry! only three pairs of underwear this week? how many days in a row do you wear them? ha! kinda gross, dude.”

and he doesn’t have a filter.

“did you know megumi’s scared of cats? once when he was in third grade he was chased home by a tabby and i think it scarred him for life. good thing you don’t have any cat shikigami.”

you learn, quickly, that sometimes he’s his own brand of contraception.

#jjk

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how would reader and gojo react to megumi bringing a girl home?

the fushigojos are back baby!! thank you anon 💙

“but, babe, it’s an emergency!”

“none of the above!” he insists in your earpiece. “it’s even worse than megumi’s lack of musical taste!”

“oh, what could possibly be worse than that?” you ask dryly, resisting the urge to roll your eyes and take your gaze off the curses closing in on you.

“he just called and asked if a friend could come over after school!”

that actually gives you pause. “wait— like a human friend? cause i told him last time that actual dogs that our landlord can see and hear aren’t allowed in the apartment.”

“okay! so that means you’re coming home soon though— hey, wait a minute! how did you know about my candy stash? i put it on the top because—”

“wait, you guys steal from it too—”

you yank your bluetooth out before he can finish complaining.

you finally check your phone as you drag yourself up the stairs of your apartment. it’d been buzzing insistently as you’d finished up your mission, gone to the school to report back to yaga, and grabbed some take out on the way home.

[83 texts from satoru gojo]

[22 missed calls from satoru gojo]

sighing, you hit clear all and shove your phone into your pocket, exchanging it for your keys and jamming them into the lock.

you set the takeout bag on the counter, the crinkle of the plastic bag suddenly the loudest sound you’ve ever heard as you peer over the counter at the scene in the living room.

“hi,” you say, taking a step into the living room. “it’s nice to meet you, i’m megumi’s other guard—”

it’s a girl.

she opens her mouth to reply, but your red-faced megumi stops her. “we’re just here to work on a science project,” he explains. “gojo-sensei isn’t letting us go.”

“because we haven’t had the talk with megumi yet,” he reasons urgently. “we can’t leave him alone with a girl. what if he doesn’t know what to do?”

you draw back to stare at him in confusion. “know what to do— satoru, do you even know what the talk is?”

he just blinks at you. “the sex talk. how to have sex.”

oh, to be the strongest sorcerer alive, whose education growing up was limited to cursed technique application and nothing further.

“it’s about how and when to do it safely,” you correct with a sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “and he’s only 14. we agreed to give it to him when he turned 16.”

“hey!” he whines, batting your hand away. “you agreed never to bring that up again, and we’re talking about megumi right now!”

“just have them work on their project at the dining table,” you shrug. “and she’s basically shoko’s student, remember? she’s not going to make a move on him or anything.”

his frown just deepens. “but what if—”

“no.”

“or maybe—”

“no, satoru.”

he slumps in defeat, grumbling as you twist the doorknob open and pull him outside with you to explain the set-up to the kids.

you have to yank gojo into the kitchen with you to stop him from hovering as they settle at the dining table, pulling out textbooks and sheets of paper.

“see,” you tell him. “completely innocent. i’m glad he’s finally made a friend.”

and she comes back, too. sometimes with shoko, sometimes without. you don’t even end up giving him the talk early, because once gojo’s warmed up to the idea of megumi having a friend?

he breaks out the photo albums.

“and this is the time megumi tried to cut his own hair because he didn’t like the undercut i might have messed up! he had to wear his hair down for a while and looked like a coconut!”

he doesn’t know when to shut up.

“megumi! here’s your laundry! only three pairs of underwear this week? how many days in a row do you wear them? ha! kinda gross, dude.”

and he doesn’t have a filter.

“did you know megumi’s scared of cats? once when he was in third grade he was chased home by a tabby and i think it scarred him for life. good thing you don’t have any cat shikigami.”

you learn, quickly, that sometimes he’s his own brand of contraception.

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dad!iwa brainrot courtesy of none other than @hinatawa (i’m gonna do more for your asks i just had to do this first)

when iwaizumi walks into the gymnasium, all chatter ceases, and the athletes stretching in the middle of the floor all turn to stare at him.

“what are you all looking at?” he huffs, setting the diaper bag down on the bench and parking the stroller holding his daughter beside it. the hard look on his face immediately softens when he kneels down to check on her.

she’s still gurgling happily, chewing on the edge of the blanket your mother had gotten her. “you’ll be good for two hours, right?” he coos, using his thumb to wipe some drool from her chin. “of course you will, you’re my girl.”

bringing her along to team japan’s conditioning session hadn’t been part of the plan today. but it’d been your first day off maternity leave, his mother had come down with a cold, and the two of you weren’t ready for babysitters yet.

you’d tried to stay home, but iwaizumi had argued, telling you to get your ass to work and that he’d take care of it.

so, here he is, surrounded by professional athletes and armed to the teeth with diapers, bottles of formula, and everything else he’d need for about six hours.

(because when it comes to his daughter, iwaizumi hajime comes prepared or he doesn’t come at all.)

pride swells in his chest when he explains the situation to the coach, who is instantly enamored with her the second she grabs his finger in an adorable infant handshake.

“does this mean we get to call you ‘daddy’ today?” atsumu questions cheekily, the rest of the team paling slightly as they shrink back.

the glare he cuts is a stark contrast from the soft look he’d saved for his daughter. “call me anything but my last name today, and you won’t be able to feel your legs for the next week and a half.”

the setter shuts up after that.

while coach starts running drills with the athletes, iwaizumi stands to the side with his clipboard, taking notes and keeping a close eye on his daughter. he occasionally bends down to readjust her blanket or push the stroller back and forth whenever she gets a little restless.

a quick dynamic stretch break comes 45 minutes in, and after doing a quick check in with the players, iwaizumi carefully pulls her from the stroller, cradling her in the crook of his arms as he nudges a bottle to her lips. he sways back and forth, humming quietly as she blinks up at him sleepily.

the athletes all watch in awe as they break for water, ushijima the only soul brave enough to approach their trainer.

“she’s seems to be well-adjusted to a bottle,” he observes. “how old is she now?”

“a little over six months,” he answers, grinning down at her little face, in awe of how much time has passed since she’d been born.

“ah, my son had a hard time weaning at this age.”

“yeah, well, she’s a fast learner. we’re even starting her on some solid foods,” iwaizumi tells him proudly. “we started as soon as mum decided she was going back to work.”

he flushes slightly when he realizes he’s just called you ‘mum’ in front of someone, but if anyone isn’t going to hold it over him, it’s ushijima, who simply nods and returns to the court.

(he’d done it in front of oikawa once, and he’d immediately regretted making him the godfather.)

“good job, sweetheart,” he murmurs once she’s emptied the bottle, using one hand to sling her blanket over his shoulder, maneuvering her so she’s laid against his shoulder. he rubs her back, bouncing slightly on his heels until she burps.

satisfied, he sets her in the stroller, buckling her back in and dropping a quick kiss to her forehead as she yawns, already beginning to nod off.

his heart swells as he looks at her, but his expression immediately hardens when he reaches into the bottom of the stroller, pulling out an agility ladder that makes his players groan when they see it. “break time is over, boys. try to keep the panting to a minimum, my daughter’s sleeping.”

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[14:37] sakusa kiyoomi i am feelin soft so pls go listen to butterflies (stripped version) by MAX & Ali Gate

there’s nothing particularly special about today.

it’s not valentine’s day, or your anniversary, or either of your birthdays. it’s just an ordinary day, really, but something feels different. like his world’s been shifted on its axis.

at least that’s what kiyoomi thinks. he’s been trying to figure out what it is since you’d both sat down.

you’re sitting across from him in the cafe you two tend to frequent on slow days (when he doesn’t have practice and you don’t have work), at the table you shared on your first date. he sits in his usual spot facing the window, so the sun’s not in your eyes.

your orders are the same as always. a flat white and butter croissant for him, a latte and a blueberry muffin for you. humming, you pick the muffin up and bring it to your lips, uncaring of the few crumbs that fall down your dress.

it’s different from your first few coffee dates, he supposes. when you’d broken small pieces off with your fingers and delicately popped them into your mouth so as to not mess up your lipstick. he’d done the same to prevent appearing slovenly like some people he knows.

but familiarity and comfort has since eased the pressure to keep up appearances. now kiyoomi eats croissants like a normal person, and you don’t feel the need to wear lipstick around him all the time.

that isn’t what feels off about today, though.

he’s watching you intently now. maybe there’s something he’s missed about you? he tries to file through this week's conversations as you sip quietly at your latte, smiling over the rim when you catch him staring.

his heartbeat flutters— a quick butterfly beat that occurs with each upward curve of your lips. he’d felt it the first time you’d said hello, to just this afternoon, when you’d slid into the passenger seat of his car.

that hasn’t changed. time moves on in a relationship and while some things have changed, he’s glad this hasn’t.

you go back to your latte and kiyoomi stares over your shoulder, continuing to filter through this week’s memories. he still can’t find anything particularly damning.

so it’s not entirely you, but he’s sure you’re involved in this sudden shift somehow, if not at its crux.

“kiyoomi?” he glances up, surprised to meet your questioning gaze, brows slightly furrowed. “are you okay?”

he studies you for a moment more before answering.

“you wore that dress three weeks ago,” he says, stupidly, as if he’s suddenly had some epiphany. “when we had lunch with atsumu.”

you blink down at your outfit. it’s a simple blue sundress with a few brown buttons laddering up the front. you’d just picked up because it was on sale last year. he’d seen you wear it a handful of times, but he still feels the awe of seeing you in it that first time.

“what about it?”

“it looks good on you,” he tells you, truthfully. “that’s all.”

you raise a brow at him, but don’t push. instead you carry on sipping your coffee.

he doesn’t even realize he’s drumming his fingers on the surface of the table until you place your hand over his. yours is lither in comparison, hardly covering the surface of his own, but your touch anchors him.

it’s why you take your hands in his and kiss the backs of his fingers before each game, why he reaches for you in crowds, why he holds your hand during events.

so he lets you tangle your fingers with his, thumb gently smoothing over the back, sending a warm chill up his spine.

the realization comes to him like the light of dawn spreading over a valley. slowly, warmly, impossible to ignore.

there’s nothing special about the calendar day, nothing different in your shared routine, nothing he might’ve missed about your week.

it’s the way you eat your muffin. the way your smile gives him butterflies. the security that comes with your hand holding his, reminding him that you’re there.

nothing out of the ordinary but the heartwarming realization of just how much you’ve come to mean to him.

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dad!omi for my beloved 🔅 anon please if you see this ily and am getting to your ask lovely

when you and kiyoomi step into your home, warm and happy and a little wine drunk after a long-awaited date night, the first thing that the both of you hear is the sound of your child crying.

a dark look passes over your husband’s face as he yanks his mask off, cutting a glare towards the living room. “he’s a dead man.”

“omi, wait—” you try to reach for him but he’s already kicking his shoes off, storming into the house. whatever’s going on, you trust he’ll take care of it, so you take a moment to straighten his shoes before following after him.

kiyoomi’s already on his knees, your daughter sobbing fat tears into his dress shirt as your distraught babysitter looks on, withering under your husband’s glare.

“what happened?” you question, rushing over to check for scrapes or bumps.

“she asked me to do her hair!” atsumu explains quickly, still holding a small hairbrush and a handful of butterfly clips. “so i did the braids but when she saw them she just started cryin’!”

“he didn’t do it right, mommy!” your little girl wails, pointing at the messy plaits on her head. “i don’t like them.”

“of course you don’t, honey,” omi murmurs, smoothing a hand over the back of her head as he continues to glare at his teammate as if he’d cut all her hair off. “these braids look like dock ropes.”

“i— i tried my best!” atsumu stammers. “but the over and the under just got me all confused and—”

“it’s okay,” you sigh, walking over to pat him on the arm, lowering your voice a little to add, “she’s just very picky when it comes to her hair.”

“yeah, i wonder why,” the setter grumbles, watching mournfully as you take the hair brush and accessories in his hand, handing them to kiyoomi.

"for someone who's meant to be good with their hands, you did a horrible job at this," he huffs, turning your daughter around to let her sit in his lap, gently pulling the ties from her curls and letting them fall in messy waves. "my poor girl."

she just sniffles loudly, her teary gaze finding atsumu's and causing her bottom lip to quiver.

"does this mean i'm not allowed to babysit anymore?" he asks, turning to you, pouting. "you guys know i love babysitting my goddaughter"

"never again," kiyoomi cuts in.

"of course you still can," you say at the same time. "and...you know you aren't her godfather, right?"

hauling your daughter up into his arms, he nods his head towards the kitchen, speaking to you in a hushed tone. "he cannot babysit again. look at what he did!"

"he's free," you argue. "all we have to do is feed him!"

"yes, but the emotional cost--"

"teach him how to braid, then. or else we're never going to have another date night and we are never going to have--" you pause, glancing at the little girl laying her head on his shoulder. "s-e-x again."

he briefly considers your words, heaving a great sigh. "fine. but if we come home and she's crying again--"

"then you can kick his butt, and i'll help."

"miya, get in here," he grumbles, the blond hesitantly stepping into the room. "the braids are one thing. now let's talk about the fact that she's up past her bedtime, there's a half-eaten plate of cookies on the counter, and her pajama's are on backwards."

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[07:30] miya atsumu for @ufo-ikawa my love! happy new year!

last new year’s day, atsumu hadn’t gotten out of bed until well past noon. and the year before last, and the year before that. it was pretty much tradition, spending the first day of the new year curled up in his sheets.

so what the hell was he doing, blinking awake at— a peek at his too-bright phone screen says…7:30 in the morning? he ignores the multiple text messages, flipping the phone screen down.

fuck, his eyelids feel like they’re stuck together, his mouth is drier than osamu’s dm’s, and when he sits up, the room is still spinning a little. yeah, he’s pretty sure he’s still a little drunk (stupid samu and his bottle of tequila.)

he goes to shake your shoulder to tell you, because he knows it’ll make you giggle. like the way you’d giggled when he’d cozied up to you in the living room that first night. the one you’d breathed lightly into his ear after you’d kissed up the side of his neck just last night, whispering something that’d made him shudder. what was it, again? his brain is still a little foggy.

yet he sobers up a little when he pats the space beside him and finds it empty.

his confusion is short-lived when he hears your quiet groan from the bathroom. so atsumu rolls out of bed, rubbing his eyes and swaying a little on his feet until he gets to you.

you’re leaning against the tub, an arm thrown over your eyes, makeup a little smudged, and hair stuck up in odd places and dotted with confetti.

(it’s funny, he thinks then. how before you, he’d never been the type of guy to check on girls when they’re in his bathroom the morning after. he’d been the type to slip out at the distraction.)

“knew you’d get hungover,” atsumu teases, though he feels like he’s been hit by a bus. a brief glance in the mirror confirms that he looks it, too. with glitter clinging to his neck and his shirt stained with…something.

“shut up,” you mumble, making him chuckle as he slides down the wall opposite of you, placing a hand on your ankle and shaking you gently.

“hey, wanna bug samu for breakfast?”

you lower your arm to peek at him. “we need to clean up first…”

this time it’s atsumu who groans, letting his head fall back against the wall. he already knows what waits for the both of you outside. wine and liquor bottles in the kitchen and living room, glitter and confetti stuck to the hardwood floor.

(who would have thought that miya atsumu would spend new year’s day helping someone pick up bottles and sweep up confetti?)

“ugh— stupid samu and his bottle of tequila,” you groan, dragging yourself up onto your knees to lean over the toilet.

getting up so fast is a mistake - it makes his own stomach lurch - but he’s by your side in an instant. he pulls your hair out of the way and rubs your back until you’re done. then he fills a cup with water and squeezes toothpaste onto your brush, pressing them into your hand.

(you’re the reason why, he realizes as he wet his own toothbrush, watching you lazily brush your teeth. yeah, he’d just watched you toss your guts, but you’re still the prettiest person he’s ever seen.

it was that first night together that’d done him in and landed him here, hungover but awake at 7:30 in the morning on new year’s day. osamu had always said it wasn’t like him to see a relationship past sunday morning, but with you it’s always been different. he still wanted you the following monday, and every day after. that’s why he was planning on—)

his eyes fly open, and gently pushes past you to rush to his dresser, digging furiously through his sock drawer. “where is it, where is it?” he mutters, heart pounding furiously in his chest.

“looking for this?” you ask behind him, and atsumu whips his head around, eyes widening when he sees the glittering diamond ring around your finger.

“you said yes?” he asks dumbly.

you tilt your head a little when you smile at him. “of course i did.”

it comes flooding back to him then. stupid samu and his bottle of tequila, snatching the ring from his dresser during the countdown, kissing you at midnight and fumbling through some messy proclamation of love before getting down on one knee. something stupid he probably heard in a song, like you and me forevermore.

shit, suna probably has it on video.

“i wouldn’t have said yes if i didn’t want to,” you assure him, lacing your fingers though his, the metal of the silver band cool against his skin.

(because you want him at midnight, and always the morning after)

and when you step outside, osamu’s there, already getting breakfast started (atsumu makes a note to take that spare key back) “hey, lovebirds! congrats!”

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𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐨𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫!

-> characters: oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei, hanamakki takahiro

-> a/n: this has been sitting in my wips for a while so i thought why not write it on the last day of break! please enjoy <3 (cw suggestive!!!)

— OIKAWA TOORU

he followed you into the small closet of mattsun’s house. promptly shutting the door behind him as the closet went pitch black, not even a bit of light from the crack under the door. you leaned against the wall, oikawa copied your movements along the other, crossing his arms as he leaned back. “well, we have seven minutes~” he began, a teasing tone in his voice. “so if you finally want to kiss me here’s your chance.” even if you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was smirking. you sighed, hitting your head against the wall as you stared at the ceiling. yes, you were contemplating his words, but you didn’t know if you could just do that. it’d feel weird to kiss one of your friends, even if you did have a small crush on him. the minutes were running down quickly, and you both knew that, he knew that. “damn it…” his voice was quiet, almost defeated. he was getting anxious, his time running out faster than he thought. your eyes widened as you could finally see his face as he got so, so close. his words were caught in his throat at how sudden he got flustered. his mind went fuzzy, as did yours. and before each of you knew it, you were both leaning in, eyes fluttering shut. he caressed your face gentler than you thought he would, his lips just barely brushing over yours as he let out a stuttered breathe, his head spinning as his lips connected with yours. it was slow, sensual and made your stomach fill with butterflies. it meant something to him, you could tell it wasn’t just a kiss for the sake of a kiss. your heart pounded against your chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss to his surprise. he placed one of his hands on the wall for balance as he pulled back, and instead of saying something teasing, he buried his face into the crook of your neck. he giggled, his head spinning. “y’know..i’ve always wanted to do that.” and before anything else could be said, a loud knock came from the other side of the door. “seven minutes is up, shittykawa!” iwaizumi’s voice could be heard along with snickers from the other two in the room. oikawa pulled back, the warmth he gave you was suddenly gone as he opened the door, the light almost blinding, though, you could see the red tint to his cheeks as he looked back at you, ushering you to follow him out.

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Sleepless Nights Are Meant for Cuddling | SAKUSA Kiyoomi

featuring: husband!sakusa x f!reader

the one in which Sakusa helps you learn insomnias aren’t always painful

MASTERLIST | DOMESTIC BLISS MASTERLIST

“I can’t sleep again.”

Your quiet declaration was almost carried away by the whirring of the fan.

Sakusa hears it anyways. It was ironic because his teammates always made fun of his bad hearing. To which Sakusa retorts with a quiet, “I don’t have bad hearing, just selective hearing. Have you ever considered the possibility that I just don’t want to hear you guys talk?” That shut Atsumu up real quick.

Yes, selective hearing, that must be it. He only wants to hear things he actually cares about. He could care less that Atsumu also wanted to drink water. How could Sakusa know his faux-blonde teammate’s bottle was right beside him on the bench?

But at 1:36 am on a Sunday night, with the fan roaring in the background and the drunkards of Tokyo singing off-key just outside your window, Sakusa hears you loud and clear.

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Your friends often ask how you get your job done, being surrounded by the tall, good-looking men that make up Japan’s volleyball team.

While, yeah, one wink from Atsumu could turn someone to soup and a rare smile from Sakusa could make someone weak in the knees, they weren’t the real distraction.

To you, at least.

No, the real problem was team Japan’s athletic trainer.

Dressed in simple black slacks and a dark polo, Iwaizumi Hajime puts these world class athletes to shame. He’s got this…air about him. Something powerful and commanding, which you suppose is necessary in training Olympians.

(Not to mention he’s got muscles so perfectly toned, they might as well have been sculpted from clay.)

You’ve known Iwaizumi for a little over a year now, your careers in sports medicine often overlapping. He goes to you when his athletes are feeling less than 100%, and you fix them. You, in turn, send healthy or recovered athletes to him so they stay that way.

You’ve corresponded frequently over email and the phone, sure, but now you’re both official staff members for team Japan’s men’s volleyball team. The athletic trainer and the physiotherapist. Now you see him at least four times a week - in person - as the Olympics steadily approach.

In fact, he’d driven you to practice today, picking you up from the clinic and walking into the gymnasium carrying both your bags of equipment.

Because Iwaizumi Hajime isn’t just hotter than a seatbelt buckle on a summer’s day, he’s also nice.

To you, at least.

While he won’t hesitate to bark at men like Ojiro or Ushijima, cut sharp glares at troublemakers like Hoshiumi or Miya, or boss around stubborn types like Kageyama or Sakusa, he’s not like that with you.

When a ball flies anywhere in your general vicinity, he’s there, swatting it away with his clipboard or catching it, whipping it back at whoever’s responsible. When you’re having trouble stuffing your equipment into your bag, he’s holding it shut so you can yank the zipper up. When your water bottle looks like it needs refilling, he’s holding up his empty one (though you swore it was at half a few seconds ago) volunteering to take yours to the fountain.

Worst of all, when it’s loud, he leans closer when you talk to him. Close enough that you can catch a whiff of his cologne, close enough that you can see the flecks of colour in his pretty eyes. He winds a strong arm around you, placing a gentle - respectful - hand on the small of your back to pull you just a little closer.

The warmth of his hand there, the proximity of his face to yours…it never fails to make your heart flutter a little in your chest.

Sure, you’ve currently got your hands all over Bokuto, smoothing kt tape over his thick traps, but you can’t help when your eyes wander to where Iwaizumi is seated, absorbed in the notes on his clipboard.

He just looks so good, the muscles in his arms flexing slightly whenever he moves his pen across the paper, lips pressed into a tight line. He only does that when he’s contemplating something, and you make a note to ask him about it after—

“Why’re you always starin’ at our trainer like that?” Bokuto questions, looking over his shoulder at you. Your face heats up slightly at being called out— you really hadn’t thought you were that obvious. “Do you…like him or something?”

Your hands fall from the athlete’s shoulders as he turns his entire body to look at you now. He doesn’t look or sound like he’s teasing, seeming genuinely curious with his question.

Atsumu, seeming to smell gossip, saunters over with a lopsided grin on his face. “We talkin’ about your obvious crush on Biceps over there?”

“I do not have a crush, Miya,” you lie, absolutely not staring at Iwaizumi’s biceps or admiring the way they strain slightly against his shirt sleeves. “We’re friends. Hajime is my friend.”

Atsumu’s brows raise up behind his bangs as you hand Bokuto his shirt. “Oh, so he’s Hajime, but the two of you are ‘just friends?’”

“Why did you put that in air quotes? It’s true!”

“You still call me Miya, but you’ve touched me more places than any other woman ever! Are you saying Hajime’s touched you in even more places?”

“No! O-of course not!” You sputter, shaking your head. “I don’t like him like that. He’s just too—” You gesture vaguely towards your friend, a frustrated noise slipping past your lips. He’s the definition of tall, dark, and handsome, but like hell you’re going to say that to Miya.

“Too what?” Atsumu prods, grinning widely.

“Too— too tall,” you reason stupidly.

Bokuto just pats your shoulder sympathetically as Atsumu throws his head back, laughing much too loudly. “Too tall? Well, everyone’s the same height in bed.”

“Stop!” You groan, hiding your face behind your hands.

“Miya! Bokuto!” Iwaizumi snaps, a grimace marring those pretty lips of his. “Get your asses over here, water break is over.”

Bokuto and Atsumu exchange a look that says ‘yikes,’ the latter muttering, “Maybe if he gets laid, he’ll go a little easier on us.”

Atsumu flashes you a grin, and you swear your heart stops beating. “Don’t say anything. Atsumu.” You try to plead, but the setter’s already walking away, shooting you a thumbs up. “Atsumu!”

You have the overwhelming urge to melt into the floor. If you weren’t getting paid to take care of them—

You’re forced to look on in horror as Atsumu grips his trainer on the shoulder. You can’t hear what they’re saying, but your stomach drops when he nods his head back towards you.

You pretend to busy yourself, picking up whatever’s closest to you and gagging when it happens to be Bokuto’s forgotten knee pads.

When you look up again, eyes a little watery, your eyes meet Iwaizumi’s.

Hajime’s.

Your hot, very nice friend Hajime. Who carries your bags and smells like expensive cologne. Whose face seems stuck in a permanent grimace, though it always softens into a smile when he picks you up in the afternoon for practice.

Your hot, very nice friend Hajime who smirks a little as Atsumu walks away. Who keeps eye contact with you as he lifts the hem of his shirt to swipe at the sweat on his bottom lip, granting you a peek at the defined ridges of his abs—

Your very hot, very nice friend Hajime who is walking over to you now, holy shit.

“Hey.”

You toss the kneepads away, swiping your hands across your pants and trying your best to fix your hair. “Hi.”

He shifts his weight a little, gaze flickering over your face. Your brows, the slope of your nose, your lips, as if he’s studying you. “You free later today?”

You blink a few times. “I—”

“Great, I’ll pick you up at seven. For dinner.”

You nod and relax a little (barely). Dinner is okay. Dinner is easy. You’ve had dinner with your very hot, very nice friend Hajime before. Maybe you’ll stop by a few street vendors or grab some indulgent fast food.

He nods once, gently touching your arm. “So it’s a date. Wear something nice.”

Wait—

What?

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osamu miya is hiding something.

he denies that he is, he denies everything that you’ve tried to insinuate, but ever since this morning — ever since you’ve made that offhand comment about moving in together — he’s been all shifty-eyed and panicky.

you initially made that comment as a joke. something to lighten the mood seeing as he’s been so awkward around you recently, but when he acted the way he did, something tells you he definitely received it the wrong way.

its just about seven in the evening, almost closing time for the infamous onigiri miya, and you sit comfortably on one of the tables close to the cashier, laptop in front of you as you prefer working closely to your boyfriend.

it’s almost always been like this — you with your laptop out, typing away whatever you need to be typed, and osamu walking by every thirty minutes with a glass of water or tea or whatever excuse he’s come up with to mingle with you.

but today — the lame excuses for the mingling has stopped.

osamu has barely said anything to you all day, aside from the “hey, you,” and the “ya want anything?”, he’s been completely silent.

“you almost done?” you look up from your laptop screen, calling to him as he’s taken the first time all day to walk to your table.

“hm.” he hums, tired and all, “busy day.”

osamu slumps down on the seat in front of you, the restaurant having been cleared of all the satisfied customers for today, and for the first time, taking his short moments with you.

he looks at you, face propped up with his right hand as he stares.

you look back at him, and he immediately looks away — osamu, pinkish in the face.

this is weird. your boyfriend is acting like a teenager pining for you right now, and whilst that’s not really out of the usual — it’s weird that he’s being so fidgety about it.

“samu,” you push your laptop aside, “is something wrong?”

and he blinks, “ya think something’s wrong?”

considering that he’s been avoiding you all day, has been falling into whispers when he talks to atsumu on the phone, and strategically staring at you when he thinks you aren’t looking — yes. you think something is very wrong.

( atsumu visited the restaurant earlier today, a big smile on his face as he slapped osamu harshly on the back, yelling something about “finally doing something right for once in his life!” and saying “take numerous pictures or yer dead meat.”

but the second they both saw you walk in the room, not only did their faces drop, but you’re also pretty sure osamu stepped on atsumu’s foot once or twice too.

you asked them what they were doing, but all atsumu told you was - in close tears, as he hugs you - “we’re having a brother bonding moment right now. please leave.”

and that was it. )

so yeah, something is very wrong with osamu miya.

“you’re just,” and you smile at him, “acting weird.”

“i am so not!” he scoffs, his own smile coming through as he looks back at you, “you’re the one who’s being weird.”

now, it’s your turn to scoff, crossing your arms over your chest as you shake your head, “do not call me weird, i sat here all day watching you be the weirdest person on the planet.”

“well, why were ya watching all day?” he leans forward, “that’s weird behavior if ya ask me.”

you smile, rolling your eyes, “you are twelve years old.”

and osamu leans back, a smile on his face that prides himself of his tone, “that’s what twelve year olds tell each other when they’ve got nothing else to say.”

and you laugh, “this is a very mature conversation we’re having.”

osamu smiles wider, his shoulders slightly raising as a little bit of a laugh escapes his lips, and for a second, he just looks at you, a glint in his eye.

he slides your laptop over to the side, leaning in over the table to be closer to you, and you do the same, following suit with a trail of laughter.

osamu smiles, “i can do something to make it more mature.”

“hm?” you indulge him, shaking your head as you let him put his hand on the base of your face.

he laughs, “hm.”

and he pulls you close — the way he’s been wanting to all day, the way he wanted to all those times he made up stupid excuses to come by your table — and with a smile, he kisses you.

the two of you have been together for a little over a year now, but he’s not gonna lie when he tells you that he’s been in love with you for longer.

the restaurant is empty, the sun has set, and he kisses you, slow and smiley and everything he’s always wanted.

osamu miya is in love with you, and for him, it’s a miracle that you love him too.

he pulls away for a second, voice above a whisper as his nose touches yours, “sorry i was weird all day.”

“yeah,” you smile, “be sorry.”

and he laughs, and he kisses you again, his hand on your face pulling you closer, repositioning his head every now and then to get a new angle close to you.

when he pulls away for the last time, he still doesn’t lean back in his seat, expectant for more of your kisses until you’re ready to go home.

“do you wanna have dinner?” your nose touches his as you ask.

and osamu, still smiling, tells you bluntly, “no.”

you blink, and you make the first move to sit back against your chair, moving away from him as you laugh.

you tilt your head, “no?”

and he tells you, amused, “no.”

only osamu miya would spend two minutes straight kissing you only to reject you for dinner not even thirty seconds later.

“okay, what is going on with you?” you cross your arms over your chest, laughter bubbling in your throat.

he leans back.

you put your elbows on the table, “ever since i dropped that comment on moving in together this morning, you’ve been all dodge-y.”

he watches you with an amused smile.

“and i get it, cause if you don’t want to move in together with me or my crappy house habits, now is the time to tell me.”

you probably sounded a bit more invested in moving-in than you probably were, but you spent the whole day thinking about it — what it meant if osamu was really so bothered with living with you — that you probably did sound as invested as you seemed.

“idiot.” osamu shakes his head, his smile as calm as ever, “i wanna move in with you, and your crappy house habits.”

you raise a brow, “really?”

and he smiles again, leaning forward to kiss you gently on the side of your head, “i promise.”

your eyes crinkle, “then you wanna go have dinner with me?”

and osamu mirrors your expression, “still no.”

“oh, come on!” you groan, shaking your head rather harshly as you slam your fist on the table as a joke, “why not!”

osamu smiles again, kissing you one more time before he says, “i can’t tell you why.”

“yes, you can.” you argue.

he shakes his head, kissing you again.

you pull away, “tell me.”

he says no, and he kisses you again.

“osamu, why the hell not?”

he doesn’t reply, but he does kiss you again.

“okay enough — samu!” at this point, you push him off, leaning him back against his chair as you try not to laugh.

he frowns, and he tries to lean closer to you again for another kiss but you shake your head.

“no kissing until you tell me why you can’t have dinner with me.” you cross your arms, and you watch as his expression immediately falls.

“no kissing?” he repeats back to you, offended.

and you nod, “no kissing.” having fun.

it all came down to two choices — either he tells you what’s been up with him all day, or he doesn’t get to make out with you all night — and really, he’s walking the fine line between doing the former just to avoid the latter.

“i can’t tell you.” osamu says, his smile failing him.

and you say, firmly, “then no kissing.”

osamu’s head falls on the table, his face smooshing against the glass as he groans, a long drag of “noooo” escaping his lips as he whines.

you lean your face against your hand, “this hurts me more than it hurts you.”

and osamu scoffs, “no, it doesn’t.”

and you smile, “i know.”

there’s a reason why osamu has been acting weird and standoffish all day — a reason why he’s been dodgey ever since you made that comment about living together.

and that’s because even though he did say he’d want to move in with you, that’s not what he wants to do at all.

it’s the same reason as to why he can’t have dinner with you tonight. the same reason why he’s got plans with atsumu when he’d rather be sharing the evening with you.

but he supposes, one night of ring shopping can be made up for with numerous more nights after it.

#haikyuu

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