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white-poppie · 2 months

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Tsukishima Kei believes subtle actions speak louder than words ⎯ especially in relationships.

To anyone Kei would seem aloof and cold, but you know that he cares from his little gestures. The way he gently squeezes your hand to reassure you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder, that little relieved smile that makes way on his face when you drop by during his practice sometimes. Him mindlessly massaging your calves ⎯ your legs sprawled over his as he lets you watch whatever sappy romance you want watch when you whine about your day being so bad.

Tsukishima who freezes when you move closer on the couch and peck his cheek during the movie. His surprise slowly dissolves on his face, making way for a soft smirk as he turns his head and looks at you.

"Was that necessary?" he asks, his words almost accusatory, but his tone and expression is relaxed.

"Nope, but I'm trying to get you used to affection." you say softly.

He snorts at your words, “So, you’re planning to slowly brainwash me to become the ideal boyfriend? Or what?"

"I am trying to brainwash you into being utterly in love with me, the ideal girlfriend." you chuckle, rotating your pointer finger in front of his face. "Wish Woosh, Hocus Pocus. Tsukishima Kei will love me forever."

Although he tries keeps up his serious expression, but it turns more into a smile as a wide grin spreads across his face at your silly action.

"You actually want me to say it? That I love you?" He asks, "Is that what the game is?" he rolls his eyes and shakes his head in amusement.

"Maybe?" you whisper out softly and look at him with those hopeful eyes of yours that make him melt.

Tsukishima is silent, just looking at you calmly in a way that makes your heart raise with excitement and trepidation togther.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" you ask softly and he sighs, shaking his head, his eyes softening.

"Of course not, its just...I am not used to it?" He says and you listen to him intently, nodding, urging him to continue. "I just...I don't know, it makes me feel so vulnerable saying it." He utters.

"I just feel like what the point of saying it, when I already express it through other ways, you know?" he says, running his fingers through your hair, calmly. Thats how he loves you.

"I know. you murmur, "I just like hearing you say it." You hum with a pause, looking at him, trying to gauge his reaction. "You don't have to say it if you don't want to, its just that it makes it feel so much real when I hear it..."

Tsukishima smiles, lightly. Thats what he loves about you. You have these ways of making him feel utterly speechless and you do this so effortlessly.

"Okay." he says, his ears getting a tiny bit red. You want to point it out, but you bite your tongue to not ruin the moment.

"I love you." he says, his hand resting over your head and a you can't help the bright smile that makes its way on your face. Hearing it out of his mouth almost makes you flustered. You can't help but giggle and bury your face in his chest.

"I love you too."

- FANFICTIONS —HAIKYU!!

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omiomi-kyun · 4 months

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01:54 a.m. — night walk

“i'm sorry?”

tsukishima fiddled with his fingers while avoiding your gaze. he rubbed the back of his neck while looking at the lamp post few feet away from you.

“are you really inviting me over at your place?”

he pursed his lips as he nodded his head.

after almost six months of dating while taking everything slow, he's finally ready to share his safe space with you. both of you are finally starting to lower your guard around each other; ready to take your relationship to a-whole-nother level.

“um... so, uh... should i bring something over? i mean, should we pick up something to eat before...” you let out a nervous laugh before looking at him. “i've never done this before.”

tsukishima looked into your eyes with a smile. He grabbed your hand before pressing his lips againdt your knuckles.

“we could grab something to eat or we could just order later.” he held your hand closer to his chest. “we could also eat first then head straight to my place.”

“that sounds awesome!” you said before looking at the well-lit street you're taking. “we could do the former if you're not that hungry yet, the latter if you are.”

“you're not hungry yet?”

you shook your head. “after hearing your invitation, i feel like i'm all full.”

you wouldn't trade the moment you were sharing with tsukishima at the moment for anything else.

GRUMBLE

or maybe you'd trade your stomach for a full one.

“let's eat first, then!” he said after chuckling. “we could grab some snacks afterwards.”

“sorry 'bout that...” you murmured while nuzzling your face against his arm.

you felt his warm hand against your cheek before he tilted your head up. he pressed a warm kiss against your forehead with a smile.

“don't worry about it,” he reassured.

“thank you, kei-kun.”

“you're always welcome, love.”

you continued to walk towards the bustling street where several restaurants are lined up on both sides.

“so, where shall we eat?”

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chimielie · 10 months

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what it is

summary: Oikawa x Reader. he makes it out of the friendzone (with some help)

word count: 1.3k

cw: nothing, oikawa in glasses

a/n: i wrote this in under an hour while heavily caffeinated?;!;!4& brain melting

“You’re late,” you say with a grin. Oikawa Tooru pouts at you, his team jacket folded over his arms. He’s already changed out of uniform, you notice; must have exchanged it for a white t-shirt and slacks in the locker room.

“I was swarmed,” he claims as the two of you start to walk together. You roll your eyes and don’t even bother making a jab about his popularity with the girls (and people of all genders, really). At this point, you’ve accepted that deranged fans come with the territory of being friends with the volleyball team captain.

You met Oikawa on the first day of your first year at Aoba Johsai and had been friends ever since. Even though you had no interest in the sport at first, his love for volleyball was infectious. He had even roped you into being the team’s manager. You still weren’t sure how he had pulled that off, but you didn’t mind too much—you’d grown to love the team and the sport too, in your own way.

Despite your closeness, you’d never really understood why he had a fan club, especially as a teenage school athlete. You expected his popularity to grow when (not if) he went professional, but the idea of swooning over some guy you had pre-calculus classes with was totally foreign to you. It was a running joke among your friends that you were immune to Oikawa’s looks and charming magnetism (and, honestly, to all four of the team’s upperclassmen. You could acknowledge how objectively attractive they all were even though none of them seemed to fit your niche).

Sometimes, you caught Oikawa making strange expressions while your friends teased you about not liking him. It felt like you were the only one who noticed these kinds of things, sometimes. You really liked being able to read him so easily: both of you had saved each other under the contact name “Platonic Soulmate” in your phones.

You chalked up the weird faces to your friend’s first-rate ego, and even though you knew that the notion of one person not being desperately in love with him wouldn’t scratch the surface of his self-esteem, you always found yourself taking his hand surreptitiously or leaning your head on his shoulder when you did see him looking mopey. He always perked up, after that, and all would be sunshine again.

Today, everyone else had bailed on you when you suggested a joint ice-cream-and-study-date before next week’s exams. Iwaizumi had claimed that Oikawa was too loud and always distracted him, so he couldn’t seriously try to study together. Matsukawa had to babysit and refused to bring the brats, as he affectionately called his siblings, to get sweets. Hanamaki had just quirked his eyebrows at you and said, “I don’t feel like third wheeling. Thanks, but no thanks.”

You hadn’t really understood what he meant, but you hadn’t questioned it.

Oikawa had almost begged off to do some solo practice, too, but you’d made a fuss about nearing the end of your high school experience and worrying that you would fall out of touch when volleyball became his whole life (even moreso than it was now!), and he’d caved with an overdramatic sigh and a soft look that told you he wasn’t all that mad about your guilt-tripping.

You’re broken from your thoughts when you reach the ice-cream shop, Oikawa jabbering in your ear about some drama you can’t keep up with.

“And then she told me—ah, I can’t read the menu. You know, they were late refilling my contact prescription this month, so I’ve been carrying around my glasses, I hate it. So unflattering.”

You worry your lip as you stare at the flavor chart, barely listening to him talk.

“I’m sure it’s,” you start, turning to him as he slides the case out of his pocket and puts the frames on his face in a smooth motion. “Um.”

The glasses are not unflattering, you think dumbly, staring at him, your sentence hanging unfinished. The glasses perch on his nose perfectly, making you appreciate, for the first time, the shape of his nose and his cheekbones. Had they always been that sharp? And since when had his eyes been so pretty, reflecting the sunlight in so many shades, framed with long eyelashes that would have made you jealous if you weren’t so—

You reach out and lift the glasses off his face slowly, hoping that the old, familiar features that you’d never felt anything but friendship-friendly feelings towards would return. You can still see it, though: the divot of his Cupid’s bow is appealing, now, his smooth skin glowing to you, his surprised expression fucking adorable. You drop the frames back onto his nose.

Very abruptly, whatever immunity you once had to Oikawa’s looks is demolished in one fell swoop.

“I have to go have a midlife crisis,” you say decisively, and march out of the shop.

“Hey! What—where are you going? You’re not even middle-aged?” Oikawa calls after you, and you try steadfastly to ignore him, but every sense seems to have been awakened to your friend. Your face flushes, and you start walking faster, nearing the pace of a jog even though your limbs are stiff.

You finally pull over in a quieter, slightly more secluded spot between two buildings. You lean against the wall, closing your eyes, trying to remind yourself to take deep breaths.

“Are you okay?” Oikawa says, and you curse his long, athlete legs for having followed you so swiftly. “What’s wrong?”

You open your eyes. He’s still wearing the fucking glasses. Rest in peace, you think to yourself, surely my heart is going to give up soon, at the rate it’s going. Your lips part, but you can’t seem to get the words out. His worried gaze studies you until he finds something—exactly whatever you didn’t want him to see. A slow smile unfurls over his face, and you narrow your eyes. Ugh, how dare his smugness be attractive too, now?

“I should wear the glasses more often, huh?” He says, and you shake your head no frantically.

“Please don’t,” you say. “It’s, like, it doesn’t even matter anymore, anyway, I can’t unsee it now.”

“Unsee what?” He cocks his head, and he’s getting closer, and there’s nowhere to back away from him because you’re up against a wall—

“You’re hot!” You wail. “I saw it and I’m never gonna stop thinking it now, it doesn’t even matter what you wear, I’m doomed! This is the worst thing ever, ‘Kawa, how’m I supposed to go on… I can’t be your friend and a part of your fan club. I don’t think I can even be a part of your fan club ‘cause I don’t just think you’re hot, I think I have a crush on you—oh, my God, I have a c—”

Your increasingly frantic rambling is cut off by Oikawa sealing his lips to yours. The kiss is quick and sweet, and when he pulls away he still looks so, so handsome, and so concerned.

“Please breathe,” he says, and you nod, gaping at him in shock. “I like you too, okay? Please stop having a crisis.

“Okay,” you exhale, bracing your hands on his shoulders. “Okay. I’m still freaking out, though. I think the only way to stop it is to keep kissing me.”

Oikawa heaves a big, overdramatic sigh, and leans in, his glasses bumping your face; giving in to you, just like he always does.

#WAS this inspired by the time i saw my bf in glasses and literally went to my friend’s dorm and screamed for sixteen seconds (he timed it)#well i’m not telling. that’s a secret.#oikawa: i like you #reader (visions of oikawa in that godawful plaid outfit swimming thru their head): i think even that’s hot now. i have to get a lobotomy #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tōru x reader #oikawa fluff #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #haikyuu!! fluff #haikyuu!! x reader fluff #hq x reader fluff #oikawa x reader fluff #hq!! fluff #the word fluff doesnt look real anymore

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mymegumi · 4 months

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PRETTY BOY MANICURES ෆ KAGEYAMA TOBIO

⠀ note: don’t look at me idk

kageyama’s really trying not to flinch—he is.

it’s just that his hands are extremely sensitive and you’re handling them so gently that it’s a bit like sensory overload for him—the feeling of your skin on his, the way you’re carefully holding his fingers as if they’re delicate, and the intensity of your gaze on your task. it’s both physically too much for him, and emotionally it’s a lot to handle as well.

his hands are his pride and joy, they’re what help him further his volleyball career and he’s always taken really good care of them. some might even say he’s focused too much on taking care of his hands, but he’s never even regarded opinions he deems unworthy to have any sort of weight to his life.

when you asked if you could paint his fingernails, he adamantly refused. he had volleyball to worry about, and while the polish wasn’t directly on his fingers, he was worried they might upset his carefully measured equilibrium. you’d been a bit downtrodden, but you’d understood and he’d loved you all the more for it. so, when it was summer vacation and he was technically in off-season and the matches were fewer and far between, when you asked him again, he’d agreed.

which is how he finds himself with you sitting across from him, holding up two small bottles of nail polish in one hand—one black and one white—with your other hand carefully inspecting his hands.

“which color?” you ask, shaking both of the bottles in front of his face. he’d already done his normal routine to file them down and trim the excess nail length, but you’d been happy to sit behind him and rest your chin on his shoulder to watch.

he shrugs. “i don’t care.”

“okay, well you have to pick one.” you combat, holding the bottles closer to his face and making him lean back slightly with a very slight smile. if you were anyone else, he’d have already changed his mind on this.

“i don’t really care. pick what you want.” he insists, hand resting on top of the both of yours to lower them out of his field of view. he hated when you blocked him from looking at you, even unintentionally.

you huff, leaning back away from him but back in again, as if you couldn’t stand to be even a foot apart from him. “but what if you hate the color i pick?”

“you picked it, so i couldn’t hate it.” he says, and he means every word of it. just the sight of it would remind him of you, so it’s not as if it’d be a bad choice all together.

“sweet talker.”

he furrows his brows together. “no, i’m being honest.” he’s been working hard on his honesty and candidacy on the court, so it’s been reflecting back a bit in his personal life as well.

“i know you are.” you smile, uncapping the black nail polish and holding his thumb steady in your hand. “makes you even sweeter.”

then, you stop talking for a bit, focused on making sure none of the nail polish ends up on his cuticles, and if it does, scraping it away with your own nail. you’re slow, steady, and methodical with your movements and kageyama is, for all intents and purposes, mesmerized by you.

there’s a sort of gracefulness to what you’re doing that he’s never really considered before—the movements to know how to manipulate the paint and then also how to make it lay flat.

he likes watching you concentrate because you’re sticking your tongue out and he thinks it’s adorable that you do that. it might be unconscious, just like when you open your mouth into a cute little ‘o’ shape when you put on your makeup, but he kinda wants to let you do his nails more if he can see it again. he likes watching you, because he finds that he’s always discovering something new about you. something that makes him fall harder and harder every time.

it takes time, doing his nails, and when he thought you were done, nails completely saturated in black paint and a look of accomplishment on your face, he’d wanted to move to hug you.

“hey!” you cry, hands reaching out to grab his wrists suddenly. “you have to let it dry, tobio.”

“how long will that take?” it’s been twenty minutes since he got to hold you and he’d getting antsy.

you think for a second. “probably five minutes, to make sure the coat is dry, but then i have to add the second coat, and then the top layer.”

he furrows his brow. maybe he hadn’t thought this plan through at all.

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koshifairy · 1 year

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𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐬/𝐨

just writing this because i was playing and imagining kuroo upset because he wants my attention .. 😟 but this time im now writing for kuroo </3

𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

he's not as clingy as atsumu so it's not such a problem you don't pay attention to him :|

but sometimes he feels that he needs to give and receive your kisses, be cuddled with you in bed and hear you speak whatever u want to tell him

because he loves your voice

it might even be from your games

he just wanna hear your voice pls

but he just CAN'T tell you like “Y/N I WANT YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE”

so he will kick your chair or foot to make you look at him

or cough loudly

but it usually doesn't work :(

so he will make excuses >:)

“don't u think u r playing too much???”

“when you get a headache i don't want to hear you complaining”

“HEY idiot your hand must be hurting stop playing”

no but seriously, tsukishima cares about you, sometimes he is worried about your health :(

both physical and mental

he WILL force you to stop playing if he realizes that you have been playing for a long time

also, if he is by your side and hear that someone cursed you at the game. he will open the mic and swear back

PLS he gets so angry. nobody can treat u like that 😠

the person never is gonna open the mic anymore.

sometimes, tsuki stares at you. thinking about how cute you are

he has a lot of pic of u playing.

he secretly loves seeing u play 😟 he smiles so big seeing you happy because you won

and he laughs because you lost and got angry

“u look so cute angry”

“what?”

“nothing.” 😐

maybe he does research on the games you like to play and try to learn how to play with yamaguchi, then try to play with you :((

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔

every time that you don't answer his texts, he KNOWS that you’re playing

and that when he gets home he will fight to get your attention

making those tik tok pranks?? yes.

faking a horrible cry to see if you stop playing? y e s.

he just wants to cuddle with you :(

because he is so clingy pls he LIVES for your attention is like wanting your attention 24/7

sometimes he hates having a gamer s/o.

but he also loves :( he thinks u r so cute playing

and when u get angry oomg

u r like 👿 and atsumu is 😍🥰

atsumu is gonna try to learn how to play the games u play just to have more time with you.

but if he can't, he'll just beg you to sit on his lap and promising not to interrupt you when you play

but whenever he sees you concentrated, he stars kissing your neck, running your hand over your thighs..

“what? why u r looking at me like that babe? im not doing anything 😊”

atsumu is gonna be jealous with he sees u playing with another person

and if he heard you dying of laughing with this person omg

or he will have the face of a sad dog and get even more clingy

or he will ignore you and use that tiktok prank to call a girl and make you jealous 😜

but if it doesn't work he will come back with a sad face begging for ur attention :(

he secretly hates the person who was playing with u now

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rinsramenshop · 1 month

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Hiii- if you want can you do a req? I currently have a hoarse voice from getting a bit sick- can I get a fic where Osamu being surprised about their s/o's change of voice? Like he just learned about them feeling slightly under the weather. Something from smooth and cool to hoarse and deep voice- no pressure for writing this. Thank you!

hi love! i will absolutely write this, i just got over the cold that’s going around. i hope you feel better soon! i also hope i went in the right direction…

the rustling of the blankets along with the coughing coming from your shared room told Osamu you’re awake. quietly tidying up the kitchen from making your in-bed-breakfast, he quickly strolls into the room. he places the tray next to you, slowly opening the curtains in the room. “g’mornin love, how ya feelin?” he asks, settling down next to you. he places a kiss on your forehead, “let’s get some more food in yer system, yea?” you nod your head, glancing at the food next to you. “thank you samu,” you say as your voice cracks. he lets out a small chuckle, handing you a strawberry. “what’s so funny?” you ask, confused as he laughs. “just yer voice sounds like mine, are ya feeling okay?” he asks. you shrug your shoulder, “just a little funk, can you get me some medicine?” he nods, getting off of the bed slowly. “i’ll be back, i’ll be your personal nurse.” he says, strolling out of the room.

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keiyoomi · 11 months

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detail/s: iwaizumi × afab!reader ; kira (daughter) | dad!iwaizumi • fluff!

note: happy iwaizumi day!!! this is all i could write for now. enioy reading!

after years of spending time with each other, you already know how sharp iwa's instinct could be. his talent only improved when you two finally started your own family.

"kira-chan, let's decorate papa's cupcakes, okay?" you gently said while opening the bags of marshmallows, sprinkles, and chocolate chips. "he must not catch us making these."

little kira's ponytail bounced as she nodded her head. her curious eyes watched your every move as you picked up several chocolate chips to decorate one of the cupcakes.

kira reached out for the bag of sprinkles. her eyes slightly widened when the bag made a sound in the process. she looked at your direction but you only chuckled at her before kissing the top of her hair.

"papa won't hear it. don't worry," you said softly while placing the cupcake you did in the cupcake organizer.

your little girl tried to copy your movements, only for her to frown when she saw three sprinkles on the top of the icing. she turned to you and watched as you placed the sprinkles on the cupcake.

"ma, pu' mo'. kiwa wan' pu' mo'." ["ma, put more. kira want put more."]

you smiled and showed her how she can put more toppings on her cupcakes. you grabbed a handful of marshmallows before slowly releasing it from your hand.

once again, your adorable little toddler copied your action and this time, she was successful. her eyes twinkled with joy when she finally see more colorful sprinkles on the top of her cupcake.

she clapped her hands and cheered with her adorable tiny voice. "kiwa did it! yahoo~!"

as much as you wanted to tell her to keep her voice down, you couldn't help but feel proud of your growing child.

but of course, you knew that her victorious cheer woke up that day's main character.

you glanced up and met the gaze of hajime, whose bed hair is still quite comparable to that of a bird's nest. although his eyes were squinting, you could tell that it's been a while since he started watching you and your daughter.

"you're not supposed to be awake yet," you grumbled while watching him walk towards the kitchen.

"papa, dun cam. papa no no!"

hajime pouted before kneeling next to kira.

"but papa wants to say good morning to mama and kira."

"but sprice, papa. sprice!" she emphasized making you chuckle while nodding.

hajime laughed before placing a tender kiss on kira's forehead.

"but kira already surprised me."

little kira gasped, covering her lips with her tiny hands. "really?" she asked with wide eyes.

iwaizumi nodded his head. "really!"

"when?"

"when kira kissed papa's head earlier."

your daughter turned to you with wide eyes. "oh no!"

you and your husband laughed at her cute reaction. hajime stood and walked towards you.

he wrapped his strong arms around you as he rest his chin on your shoulder.

"you've been awake since we started, huh."

"uh-huh," he responded while nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck. "thank you, love."

"happy birthday, hajime."

"i love you," he whispered while looking at you, his lips were inch away from yours. his lips looking more inviting for some reason. l

when you were about to share a kiss with your husband, a tiny voice suddenly spoke.

"done, mama? done?"

when you and your husband looked down, you saw how little kira was covering her eyes while taking a peek in between her fingers.

you and your husband chuckled before peppering your child with kisses.

"happy birthday, papa!"

"happy birthday to me, indeed," he replied as he pulled you and your child closer to him.

#haikyuu!! x reader #hq!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! fluff #hq!! fluff #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #keiyoomi: does impulsive shits #hq fluff #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi hajime imagine #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi imagine #iwaizumi x you #happy birthday iwaizumi

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restlesswritingss · 1 year

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No warnings, just light angst with a happy ending.

Kita x reader

Kita liked you, a lot. You were sweet, funny, and so so pretty. But he was also pragmatic. He knew he shouldn’t start a relationship with you. He was about to graduate high school and you had another year to go. Kita was always meticulous and did what he thought would be best. However, that went out the window when it came to you.

It wasn’t best for him to fall over himself when he saw you. It wasn’t best for him to blush anytime one of his teammates even said your name. It wasn’t best for him to think about you while doing any and every task. He was getting sloppy, distracted, and lenient.

He wasn’t pushing his players as much as he should’ve. His gaze would linger to you in the library rather than staying on his books. During cleaning, his mind would drift to thoughts of you, making him miss spots he would never have missed before. The worst was him leaving practice as soon as he could because if he stayed, like he should to keep his team in line, he would miss walking home with you.

Of course, Aran was the first to notice the change in his friend. The rest of the team could tell something may be up but Aran saw the complete shift in Kita’s behavior. No one knew the reason though.

No one knew Kita was falling in love with you. He was texting you nonstop, going so far as to even check his phone during class in case you had sent him something. He was hanging out with you any moment he could outside of school. No one knew, because Kita didn’t want them to know because he didn’t want to do be doing any of it. He wasn’t in control of himself with you. He was desperate with you.

But no one knew until one day after practice. It was cold and windy, everyone bundling up to keep from getting sick. Everyone except Kita.

“Kita, where is your coat?” Aran was the first to ask, everyone else surrounding them to hear why their perfect captain was missing a vital article of clothing.

Kita felt like a cornered animal, you had his coat. Last night you two went on a late night walk and you’d shivered so of course he draped his track suit zip up over your shoulders. Kita couldn’t find it in himself to fully regret his mistake in not taking it back when he thought of how you’d beamed at him for letting you wear something of his.

“I left it at home,” Kita said curtly. He turned to walk towards the door to ignore the Miya twins’ looks.

They were all loving this. Kita making a mistake? Suna’s phone was already out recording the whole thing. The team had waited their entire lives to see this.

Unfortunately for Kita, things were going to get worse today. Normally Kita loved how thoughtful of others you were, but today he cursed it as he saw you waiting outside the boys’ gym for him with his coat in hand. He did not want the other boys to see you. None of them were supposed to know about Kita’s girlfriend because he wasn’t supposed to have a girlfriend. Were you his girlfriend? Did you want to be?

You smiled as you saw him come out of the doors. Kita forgot his predicament for a moment as his heart stuttered at your reaction to him.

Kita couldn’t blame you for revealing yourself to his teammates because he’d never told you he didn’t want them to know about you, but you were good at reading situations. Your eyes widened as you saw the other boys tumble out of the gym after Kita and gawk at you. Kita blanched at them seeing you, alerting you to the fact that he didn’t want this meetup to happen. You knew he was private with his team but you didn’t think they had no idea about you. He talked about them constantly to you so it hadn’t felt stupid to assume he’d talked to them about you.

Kita hated the way sorry came out of your mouth the moment he got to you. He also hated the embarrassment written over your face.

“I just figured you’d need your coat, well uh here it is, sorry for bothering you at practice,” You said too quickly.

You shoved his coat into his hands, trying to ignore the comments and questions being yelled by his teammates. As you turned to go, Kita grabbed your arm. He was more concerned about your feelings than his teammate’s opinion of him. Another way you turned his world upside down.

“Wait, no. It’s no bother at all. Thank you for your returning it. I’m sorry about my teammates,” Kita wanted to reassure you more than anything right now.

“It’s ok Kita. I just didn’t know they had no idea about us.”

“I just didn’t want them to bother us,” the excuse was lame but it was the first thing he could think of. Kita never just blurted the first thing that came to mind but talking to you always made his mind go blank.

You looked up at him, doubt in your eyes. Kita felt awful. He didn’t want you to think he was ashamed of being with you. Well, he was, but not because of you. Never because of you. It was him and how off-kilter he was with you.

“Sorry to embarrass you in front of your team,” You bowed to him, something you never did with him, and turned to leave quickly.

There was hurt in your voice and something clicked in Kita’s brain. All his overthinking was hurting you. He knew you felt his inner turmoil when you were together. You always consoled him and told him he didn’t have to be perfect all the time, he could just be happy. And he was happy when he was with you.

Whatever the future held for you two, it didn’t change that right now he didn’t want to hurt you. He was committed to you whether he liked it or not. You had him wrapped around your finger. It was time to own it.

He gently grabbed your hand to prevent your leaving.

“Wait, I want to introduce you to them. If you’re comfortable. I’d also like if you’d come to our practices to wait for me instead after your club ends,” He said, thanking whatever gods he could remember his grandma telling him about that his voice remained even.

It was a question he’d been dying to ask you but was too nervous about the implications. He wanted you to see him practice and now the other people in his life. Even if they were idiots.

A small smile played on your lips making his heart stutter.

“I’d love that, but do I look OK?” You asked, nervous as you hadn’t meant for this to be such a big day.

Kita reached out and stroked your cheek gently with the back of his hand as he said with the utmost tenderness in his voice, “You look perfect, always.”

Without giving you time to properly react to this, he turned and started walking towards the gym while still holding your hand. He stopped in front of the gym, Aran keeping all the boys from pouncing on you two.

“This is my girlfriend, (Y/N). She will be coming to practice after her club ends and I expect you all to be polite to her,” Kita commanded, his captain voice switching on.

Atsumu was of course the first to speak as he blurted, “Hey you’re in my year! So you’ll go out with a human robot but not me?”

Kita was going to kill him. He wasn’t embarrassed by you, but he sure as hell was embarrassed by his team.

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thatonericeball · 1 year

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Miya-chan~

TW: Slight use of swearing

Miya Atsumu is the type to blush and mumble to himself after you call to him, singing “Miya-chan~” flirtatiously as you smirk and move in closer to him.

Miya Atsumu is the type to look away and hide behind the sleeves of his cream colored, knit sweater he wears with a loosened tie for his uniform because he wouldn’t dare show you how soft you make him feel.

Miya Atsumu is the type to drop subtle hints for you to use “Miya-chan” again but when you don’t after weeks and weeks of waiting patiently and trying he’s just snaps. “JUST SAY IT ALREADY I’VE BEEN TRYING FOR WEEKS” you sit there shocked…you were not expecting that in the middle of lunch-

Miya Atsumu is the type who won’t admit that he’ll do the little rom-com female lead leg kicks on his bed when you call him “Miya-chan” on the phone. I don’t know something about hearing on the phone must hit different.

Miya Atsumu is the type who would have teammates that have start teasing him about the wonderful discovery of “Miya-chan” but he will take no shit. “YEAH THAT’S RIGHT! SHE CALLS ME MIYA-CHAN AND I LOVE HER FOR IT! Try me bitch”

Miya-chan is the type who only likes his nicknames from you. To him, his actual name is kind of mid now-

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milkteeboba · 11 months

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The Sweetest Note-taker

“CRISPR or Cas9 is short for clustered, regularly, interspaced…”

Akaashi quickly jots down what the professor says in his notes. Well they aren’t his notes. He looks over to his right. You are sitting with your head in your arms face down on the desk.

You had been complaining about your killer headache since last night. You told him that you had an important lecture the next day that you couldn't miss since the material would be on your next quiz. But you were having a challenging time focusing with your head throbbing.

Akaashi being the kind and observant boyfriend he is, took matters into his own hands and decided to follow you to class. As you were taking your normal route the next morning you assume that he is dropping you off, so you do not think much about him tagging along, not until you approach the doors of your lecture hall and both steps inside.

“Wait Keiji, what are you doing?” you ask sluggishly, feeling a dull pressure on your temples.

“Isn't it obvious? I'm gonna join your lecture.” he states matter of factly

“Uh, any particular reason?” you question, walking to your row.

“I thought it would be very informative, for me.”

“But you're a journalist major-”

“Let's take a seat.” He quickly interrupts.

You slide into your desk a bit perplexed and pull out your notebook and pens, you look to the front and can tell you will have a tough time comprehending the material, you rub the sides of your head and the professor is about to start when your notebook and pens are snatched from you. You look over to your left.

“Keiji what-”

“Don’t worry (Y/N) I'll take your notes for you.” he says.

You are about to object when he puts a finger to his mouth and shushes you with a little smirk, turning to pay attention to the professor who was now speaking.

You're gawking at him. You stay like that for a minute then smile. He is the sweetest person ever. You face forward in your desk and after a moment you put your head down and shut your eyes, faintly hearing your professor speak and Keiji furiously scribbling the material into your notes.

“Well, I can confidently say I did find your lecture informative, though I have a few questions about being able to edit the genes of a human being.” Akaashi says as he hands you back your notebook with 4 pages worth of lecture notes.

You giggle at his comment and look down at his notes, various doodles and pen scribbles are seen throughout and you can see it’s his same handwriting from high school. You grab his shoulder for leverage and kiss his cheek.

“Thank you for taking my notes Keiji you are the bestest boyfriend ever.” you say, already feeling your headache gradually ceasing.

“Of course (Y/N) anytime.” He smiles

“Though you may want to work on your handwriting.”

“Don't you start.”

Author Note: hellooo this is my first time writing a work on tumblr!! I've just been sort of a lurker since 2019 but decided I would try my hand at writing a little blurb. This is incredibly self indulgent as a bio student myself but thought this was cute. I hope the tenses makes sense while reading it. You start off in the present and the rest is what happened in the past and then you're in the present again! I might start posting more often because this was fun to write :)))

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admiringlove · 8 months

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[21:15]

"ugh, what is that smell?" you groan, scrunching up your nose as you open your front door and head inside. it's been a long day at work, and all you were looking forward to was a relaxing takeout meal and some much needed alcohol. you cover your nose with a handkerchief as you walk into the kitchen. and see hinata shōyō throw a pan into the sink.

"did you see that?" he asks meekly. your eyes soften, but a teasing smirk takes over your lips as you lean against the wall and cross your arms over your chest, "see what?"

he's turning the faucet on as he says, "i wanted to make you dinner. i even called omi-kun for help. then i went to the living room to watch highlights of the old game between the ejp raijin and the sendai frogs because atsumu said we should use one of their techniques in the next season so i got all excited. then i smelled something burning."

you let out a breathy chuckle as you walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his torso as you close your eyes. then, you mumble, "you don't need to cook for me, shō. you could've ordered take-out. that would've been fine."

"but i wanted it to be special. you've been working late this past week and you would've been tired. i screwed up dinner and now we have nothing to eat."

you peer up at him, but he avoids your gaze until you cup his cheeks and force him to look back. you hum, "how about we cook lunch together tomorrow?"

"you don't have work tomorrow?" he asks, eyes big.

"it's saturday," you giggle, "i have the day off."

"i lost track of what day it is after our last game," he rubs the back of his neck guiltily. and you laugh even harder as you get on the tip of your toes and press a peck to his cheek, "what do you want to eat?"

"tomorrow or right now?"

you give him a look, and he says, "pizza."

"good choice," you chortle, before giving his lips a peck and going through your work bag to find your phone, "i'll order breadsticks too."

"the ones with cheese?"

"the ones with cheese."

"thank you!" he groans happily. you narrow your eyes, "hey, you're the one who fucked up dinner."

"the wounds are still fresh, honey. don't wound me."

"want me to make up my vicious verbal attacks with cuddles?"

"and jurassic park?"

"i am so in love with you," he giggles, walking over to you and kissing your lips softly. you smile into the kiss, leaning against him. a sigh leaves your lips, and he frowns, "what's wrong, hon?"

"nothing's wrong, i'm just exhausted. and seeing you at the end of the day is the best thing that happens to me," you tell him. shōyō grins, as if you've stroked his ego, "i'm glad to be of service."

"no seriously, seeing you is like a free therapy session," you joke, giggling breathily. he takes your hand in his, interlocking your fingers. then he whispers, "come on. let's go get you in some pajamas and watch movies on the couch. then we'll makeout and fall asleep there too."

"that sounds like such a solid plan," you laugh.

"free therapy session?"

"free therapy session."

kinda short but based off this request.

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omiomi-kyun · 4 months

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23:20 — communication

“hey...” you jolted as soon as you heard his raspy voice. sakusa raised his hand while chuckling. “i didn't know you're the jumpy type.”

he walked towards your side before placing a quick kiss on the top of your hair.

“why didn't you tell me you're coming back? i could've gone to the airport.”

he stood straight before taking off his clothes one after another.

“hmm... first of all, it's really late now. it's dangerous for someone as gorgeous as you to come outside just to see me. second, there was quite a crowd at the airport that we could barely make it out. i'm not sure how they've managed to slip in, but it happened. third, well... i just want to surprise you.”

you raised your brow. after spending several years with him, you learned that he loves to surprise someone—and prank them at the same time.

“...hm?”

you followed him to the bathroom while he sits inside the tub. you pulled one of the chairs inside and look at his beautiful eyes.

he chuckled. “you see, while we were overseas, i came across a video where they gaslit their friend into thinking that he's been comatosed for years.”

you giggled while shaking your head. this crazy dork.

“and how were you planning to do that to me?”

his eyes met your gaze before grinning.

“i'll try to sleep next to you without waking you up, but if you do, i'll pretend that i just woke up and have never left in the first place.”

you frowned.

“that's mean.”

“how is it mean?”

you fiddled with your fingers, refusing to say a word about how you felt while he was away. the emptiness you've felt while lying on your shared bed by yourself.

“nothing. don't mind me.”

with your response, he stood up without bothering to cover his lower half before walking towards you.

he reached for a spare towel and placed it on the floor before kneeling in front of you.

“hey, look at me, love.” he cupped your cheeks, forcing you too meet his gaze. “please tell me how i upset you.”

tears began to escape your eyes.

“you've been away for months. i've been waiting for you to come home. and... and...” you sobbed. “thinking about how you would've pretended that it never happened... it... felt so wrong...”

kiyoomi wrapped his arms around you, rubbing his hand against your back. you were upset, but it was enough to calm you.

“i'm sorry for making you feel that way,” he whispered before kissing your shoulder. “how can i make it up to you?”

you mumbled. he pulled away and look at you once again.

“hm? i didn't catch that.”

“date...” you whispered before meeting his gaze. “let's go on a date tomorrow? we could have an outdoor date or indoor date. i don't mind just lying on the couch. as long as i spend it with you.”

kiyoomi smiled.

“i'd love that.” he nodded before leaning in for a kiss.

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chimielie · 19 days

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yeah, you might want me to drop dead (but i don't even care)

summary: Atsumu x F!Reader. atsumu would categorize your relationship like this: he thinks you're hot when you're angry. you would categorize your relationship with atsumu like this: he had woken up one day and decided to drive you out of your fucking mind insane.

word count: 2k

cw: miya atsumu's degradation kink (it's still sfw he's just not subtle), suggestive at the end

a/n: another resurrected fic from the drafts. walk him like a dog, bitch, walk him like a dog

Miya Atsumu was a player known for his thirst for blood. Like his brother, who termed the all-consuming need to dominate their opponent hunger, he relished in complete fucking annihilation. He was hardly soft off the court, too: few of his peers could withstand his cutting humor, his teammates couldn’t understand how he hadn’t scared off his fan club, and he had crushed a few hearts beneath his heel in his time.

He’d met his match in the natural enemy of heartbreakers: his university’s resident maneater.

“Hey!” Atsumu calls your name, lengthening his stride to catch up to you. You grimace—he can barely see your side profile now, but oh, you’re slowing down so he can catch up. Unusually considerate.

Oh, no, there’s just a clog in the artery of the crowded hallway, halting your escape.

“Hi,” he sing-songs, stretching the word out several extra syllables.

“Good morning, Atsumu,” you say tightly, drawing up your shoulders so your arm won’t brush his bicep in the limited space. “I was hoping you’d died, since you weren’t in lecture this morning. Better yet, maybe someone buried you alive last night and you hadn’t dug your way out yet.”

“You went with the option that doesn’t kill me! You care,” he says happily, and takes a moment to bask in it. “I was actually at a volleyball game, you should come to one sometime, I’m pretty good at it—”

“I’d rather walk in traffic, ‘Tsumu,” you shoot him a wide smile that makes his knees feel weak and wobbly and shove your way straight through the crowd of people, leaving only an uncaring ‘Scuse me! in your wake.

A lot of people would categorize your relationship with Atsumu as complicated. Atsumu is not one of those people.

Atsumu would categorize your relationship like this: many moons ago, you and he had been in a few of the same classes and shared some mutual friends—mere acquaintances. He hadn’t known you very well. In fact, he’d thought you were cute, which he now knows you aren’t. A few minor catastrophes he wasn’t privy to later, you had come to verbal blows with some loser in the middle of the quad. You’d later found it rather embarrassing. Watching you eviscerate him, though, Atsumu had experienced a fear like never before. If he was bloodthirsty, you bathed in ichor.

He would always remember the look on your face as you dealt the final blow and turned away, walking with a straight back right toward him.

Atsumu, who had never seen anything quite like the look of controlled rage on your face as you took that man apart. Who wasn’t sure why the sound of you doing your damnedest to instigate a fight made him shiver despite being all too warm inside. Who was looking up at you from his seat like a puppy, desperate to see you don your war paint again.

You walked past him, because of course you did. You weren’t pulled by the same magnetic force he was, focused on him like he was suddenly fixated on you. You were barely acquainted with him and obviously going to your friends for moral support and ice cream and whatever it was people did after one of them basically tarred and feathered someone in the town square. He was merely a bystander along the path you strode.

Of course, the very action of totally ignoring his existence cinched it: he was hooked.

You would categorize your relationship with Atsumu like this: he had woken up one day and decided to drive you out of your fucking mind insane.

You’d tried to ignore him. He was persistent, though, and he just pushed and pushed and pushed until he crossed the line. It was exhausting.

Except that you kind of loved fighting with him.

You couldn’t help the adrenaline rush it gave you, the way he seemed to light a fire inside you no one else could and keep it burning hot. It was almost like a release to debate him, the way some people boxed or listened to heavy metal to destress. The feeling of victory never failed to put a sparkle in your eye and a cocky smirk on your lips; sometimes, you felt like he was stepping back and letting you win.

This continued in perfectly pleasant vicious and sometimes bloody antagonism for the course of forever until a few months ago, when Atsumu had begun the new and inimitable torture of flirting with you. It was horrible and it was weird and you had no idea what kind of mind game he was playing, but you certainly intended to find out.

Atsumu, for his part, had recently realized that he likes it when you smile so much more than when you scowl. He likes it when you flutter your lashes instead of staring flatly into his soul, hoping to yank it out and set it aflame. He likes it when you say nice things to him, which has only happened once, but was very nearly a second sexual awakening and thus monumental.

He does not like it when other men flirt with you.

“Your pencil is broken,” Osamu notes, glancing down at his brother’s clenched fist. “You’ll get splinters.”

“What? Oh,” says Atsumu distractedly. “Yeah, I’ll do it later.”

Your laugh rings across the library, the warm glow of a fireplace instead of the burning fires of hell you share with Atsumu. His grip slackens, and his twin takes the opportunity to prise the pulverized writing utensil out of his hand. This kindness goes unnoticed as the guy, that’s how Atsumu’s thinking the word in his mind, low and mocking, guy, says something to you that makes him instinctively kick Osamu in the shin.

“Ow! Douchebag!”

“Sorry, reflex,” Atsumu apologizes.

“Do you want to go with me?” Asks the dickhead you’re talking to.

“To ice cream? Sure,” you reply, and you don’t even sound like you’re being sarcastic. What the fuck? There’s a long pause while the jagoff scuffs his shoe against the floor, a red flush coming over his face while you stare slightly past him with your trademark stare. But your lips are slightly turned up.

The expression haunts Atsumu on his walk back. Your smile was so pretty, sweet and soft. You never smile at him except mockingly.

“At the risk of sounding like I care,” Suna says. “Are you okay?”

“If I killed someone, would you help me get rid of the body?” Atsumu says, staring straight ahead.

“No,” Osamu says, “he’s finding out about human emotions and he’s coping very badly.”

Atsumu is ignoring you. As quickly as his interest (his desire to piss you off) had flared up, it had disappeared seemingly overnight, which was fine for you. It was great! You had booted the most annoying man in the world out of your life and replaced him with a perfectly nice guy. Your life was coming up roses.

Except it was driving you insane. You had your phone out, held an inch below your desk, leaving the perfectly nice guy (what was his name? You hadn’t saved it in your contacts and you weren’t sure why) on read as you stared across the room at the faux-blond.

He was chattering to another boy who looked bemused and patient; probably another volleyball player. You were half-convinced this was part two of his ploy to get under your skin; he was playing the unpredictable game.

As you try to bore a hole in his brain with your eyes, you see him glance back at you for a second, just a second, and that’s it. You slam your palms down on the desk, shooting up from your seat, trying not to make eye contact when a few other students turn and look at you because of the noise. He still won’t look directly at you as you make your way to his seat.

“I just remembered I have to leave,” says Atsumu’s friend—Aran, not that you care what his friends are called—picking up his bag. “I have to go be anywhere else right now.”

“What,” Atsumu whines as he books it away from the two of you. “Oh. It’s you.”

“Yeah,” you snap, folding your arms in front of your chest. You’re not sure why you’re so angry, just at the look of his melting chocolate eyes and hunched shoulders and pouty lips. Ugh. He’s the worst. “You’re avoiding me. Why.” The question sounds more like a sentence or maybe a threat.

“I’m not doing that,” he defends weakly. “Maybe I just got tired of looking at your face.”

“My face is fucking precious, okay,” you argue, “you should want to look at it all the time. Idiot. What’s wrong with you?”

“I do—I mean, what? What’s wrong with you?” He returns, and there’s the familiar snap and sting that you like so much. “You don’t even like it when I talk to you—”

“I don’t!”

“So why are you mad now that I’m not?”

“Because—” You struggle for reasoning. You can’t find it. Something strange and huge is crawling its way up your throat.

“Because, uh, um,” he mocks you, and you almost sock him. “Make up your mind! I was trying to be nice to you, even though it’s fucking boring!”

“I don’t want you to be nice to me!” You shout, and then curl over, your face nearly in his lap as almost everyone else in the room turns to look at you. One of the library workers shushes you loudly. “It’s—you’re right, it is boring. Everything else is fucking boring. I like it when you bother me, ‘Tsumu, okay?”

“Okay,” Atsumu says, eyes widening, leaning away from you as you seem nearly on the verge of manic combustion in front of you. “Then—I’ll keep doing it?”

“Will you?” You sit up straight and look him squarely in the eye. He gulps, unsure what he’s being asked. Something is fluttering in his stomach, but he’s hesitant to trust it.

“Yeah,” he breathes, and it feels like so much more than a confession.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” you say, in the same deceptively soft tone. “Can I kiss you?”

“Not if I kiss you—” You grab his face before he can finish talking and smash your lips onto his, first hard and like you’re trying to bully your way into his mouth, then a little sweeter, a little more tender. “First?”

“I win,” you say smugly as he tries to remember how to breathe.

“Please leave,” says the librarian.

You live alone, which is amazing, because if Atsumu were to see his brother or teammates right now he might commit felony battery. In your apartment, which is full of trinkets Atsumu wants to examine but can’t because he’s very busy staring at you, you shove him onto the couch and sit on him. Sort of like you’re wrestling, but not at all.

“If we’re goin’ out,” he says, “we are going out, right?”

“Yes, ‘Tsumu,” you say, and your smile is as bright as the stars. He clears his throat and prays his voice doesn’t crack.

“Good. Uh, if we’re goin’ out, does that mean you have to start bein’ nice to me?”

“I’ll be nicer to you,” you promise.

“Oh.” His tone is almost disappointed.

“Or,” you lean down, and he almost chokes on his own inhale. “I can date you and be mean to you at the same time,” you say into his reddening ear, your breath hot and your smiling lips barely, just barely brushing his skin. Atsumu makes a squeaking noise that can barely be understood. “What was that?”

“Yes, please,” he says fervently.

You bite his earlobe teasingly, and he finds that really nice, actually. The nicest.

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stopisa · 4 months

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₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊secret snowflake gift for @rinneverse₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊

a/n: posting the secret snowflake gift i did in the pink velvet server. wishing all my followers and mutuals a wonderful and blessed new year c: enjoy!

iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader (sfw, mildly suggestive at the end)

‘what the fuck do I do?'

he’d been bouncing his leg up and down for the last 15 minutes contemplating how he would approach this situation.

it’s New Year's Eve, and international student iwaizumi hajime is a nervous wreck. he had been invited to a small get-together by a friend from his sports injury class last semester. his friend knew about the crush he’d had on you for the last 5 months and thought it would be a great opportunity to get you guys just a little closer. hajime kept shifting his eyes to his watch and then to the acquaintances on the other side of the room, absorbed in their respective conversations.

“hey,” the greeting snaps him out of thought and his eyes meet yours.

“is this seat free?” you ask. he quickly nods, hurrying over. you sit down on the small couch, sitting closer to him to make sure others have room to sit. your knees touch and his face only gets warmer; the sweater he wears feels incredibly uncomfortable.

he clears his throat, “y-you look great tonight.” he offers a small smile at the end of his compliment.

“thank you so much, i didn’t think much of it before leaving but it seemed to match good enough.” you glanced over at his outfit, which looked simple yet styled so well. the dark colors contrasted well with his piercing green eyes. “i can say the same for you too.”

the well-received compliment ends up shaking off the anxiety for hajime and conversation flows freely between you two. topics like school, hobbies, and friends are brought up with jokes and playful jabs mixed in. each word that leaves your mouth has him only falling harder for you. ‘shit,’ he thinks to himself. ‘they’re so fucking perfect…’

“do you wanna get a drink?” you ask, hoping to get away from the noise around you. he nods, stands up, and offers his hand to you. warmth brushes your face, and you take his hand and stand up too.

in the quiet sanctuary of the kitchen, you both enjoy the ridiculously sweet concoctions the host made for everyone to enjoy. you both give each other glances here and there whilst people-watching.

the noise in the apartment increases as the tv volume is raised, shifting your attention the clock reads “11:58 pm”. the time runs and people begin to count down 60 seconds. hajime's hand slowly grabs at the one by your side. startled you quickly face him, he looks nervous but adorable.

“i…i like you, like a lot.”

you hear the start of ‘10…9…8…’

“and i didn’t know how to tell you, because you’re amazing and--” he knew he was rambling but it didn’t matter anymore.

‘5…4…3’

the smile on your face grows.

“just kiss me, dumbass.”

hajime blinks, and before he can say ‘huh’ you lean in, taking his lips into yours. from surprised to relaxed, his eyes flutter shut and his hands go to your waist, holding you lightly and enjoying the kiss as you both hear cheers and the noise of fireworks going off in the background.

you pull away and giggle, “happy new year, Hajime.”

still stunned, he can’t seem to find his words for a few seconds, “This is going to be such a good year...”

laughing at his comment and dazed expression you take his hand and pull him with you, walking towards the bathroom down the hall. he follows you and looks around nervously but no one notices you two as they are all engrossed with the festivities of music and dancing. the bathroom door is shut and locked and you both look at each other, basking in the silence and tension.

this time, Hajime is the first to make a move, grabbing your face and kissing you with the passion you’ve heard so much about. tongues dance and hands roam over each other, feeling bold you kiss down his neck and move lower, kneeling on the floor until you reach the waistband of his denim pants, teasing the button with your index finger.

his stunning eyes meet with yours from above, hooded with lust, you give him a wink, “If you let me, I can make the start of your year so much better.”

thx for reading and here's to 2024 <3

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rinsramenshop · 2 years

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boyfriend!sakusa kiyoomi ♡

bf!sakusa who opens the door for you, whether its a restaurant or car door. a small habit he’s always had since he started dating you

bf!sakusa who starts his days thinking of you and ends his day thinking of you. it may not be his first thought, but you’re in his head

bf!sakusa who has a drawer in his bathroom for your products. he often stocks up whenever he notices you’re missing something

bf!sakusa who has his own cookbooks for recipes of your favorite foods

bf!sakusa who has matching keychains with you, his is always on his volleyball bag so he gets reminded of you

bf!sakusa who smiles at your texts no matter what it is. miya has caught him a few times

bf!sakusa who made a care package for you whenever you two had to be apart. it includes your favorite snacks, drinks, and photos of you two

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restlesswritingss · 1 year

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Akaashi was normally a reserved person. He came to work, did his job, and went home. He was sociable when others approached him, but he wasn’t going out of his way to speak to his peers. Akaashi was fine with being this way. He had his friends outside of work so he didn’t feel the need to try and make anymore.

But now he was regretting being so reserved because he had a giant crush on his new coworker. He thanked any god he could that she was outgoing. It was mostly kept to talks in the elevator on the way to your respective floors. Sadly you worked one floor beneath him but every morning you two somehow ended up riding together. The somehow being that since the routine started, Akaashi was religiously on time and never took another entrance.

You’d ask him about whatever book you saw him reading at lunch. Then you two would speak about literature and sometimes it would go into music or games. It was the best part of his day. He now always used the printer on your floor, eyes roaming to your cubicle to see if you were there. But the problem came when he would see you. You usually made eye contact with him and smiled. That smile made his brain short circuit and his armpits sweaty. So Akaashi would look away immediately. Then he wouldn’t take his eyes off the printer or spare you a glance as he scurried back to his own floor.

This had been happening multiple times a week now. At first, it discouraged you but then Akaashi was always receptive to your talks in the morning. You took it as him wanting friendship and nothing more, despite your own soul consuming crush on him. How could you not when he walked by in his office clothes and glasses?

Akaashi was now coming to do his regular routine at your printer. He didn’t even need to make any copies, today he just really needed to see your smile. But when he looked at your cubicle horror filled him. There was a balloon and small banner on your cubicle saying Happy Birthday!

He had no idea it was your birthday and he’d ridden the whole way up with you not knowing. He hadn’t even said happy birthday! His feet took him towards you on their accord, his brain only registering that he needed to make this right.

Your eyes widened at the sight of Akaashi beelining to you. His face was determined. It was cute. Too cute. His hair looked like he’d ran his hands through it, and his glasses were hanging on his collar giving you full view of his face. His beautiful eyes were on you.

“Oh hi, Akaashi,” was all you could manage under his gaze.

“Happy birthday,” he said then tried to smile when he realized he sounded to serious.

The cutest blush crept onto your cheeks at his words, turning his forced smile into a real one.

“Oh, thank you. Did you need help with your uh, copies?” You nodded to the papers in his hand. You didn’t want the conversation to end but that felt like a stupid way to continue it. It was just the first thing you could think of.

Akaashi looked at said papers as if he just realized they were in his hand. It took him a minute to register your words and the implication. All he could do was a nod. Of course he knew how to do copies but more time with you was always welcome.

You smiled shyly and stood up to walk with him. As you walked the short way to the printer, your shoulders were touching making you both blush further.

Once you got to the printer, you started pushing buttons for him while he stood closer than he needed. His chest was almost touching your back. You were so warm.

Your fingers brushed his as you took the papers from him to put them on the scanner. Akaashi smirked at your slight trembling. Knowing you were nervous made him feel more confident. He liked having an effect on you.

He put his hand just above the small of your back, not wanting to be too forward.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” He said lowly as it was quiet in the office.

Thank god the printer was near a cubicle so no one heard the squeak you let out at his hand on your back. No one but Akaashi.

“Of-of course, Akaashi,” was all you could stutter out.

Akaashi reached over you to enter the number of copies he needed. You stared intently at the printer as it made copies, unable to look at Akaashi. Akaashi couldn’t take his eyes off you. Based on your nervousness, it seemed you did like him back. This made Akaashi want to tease you a bit more, but he decided to hold back. It was your birthday after all.

He pulled away once his copies were done so you could hand him the warm papers. His gaze on you was now soft and that was much more nerve wracking than his smirk.

“Thank you again.”

“Anytime,” you still couldn’t look him in the eye.

You moved to go back to your desk, but Akaashi put a hand on your wrist to stop you. His touch was featherlight, not wanting you to think you couldn’t pull away.

He bent his knees and tilted his head to meet your eyes that were now trained your wrist.

“Would you like to get drinks with me after work to celebrate your birthday?” Akaashi asked, making sure to keep his voice low and soft again so no one else could hear. He didn’t want you to feel pressured to say yes.

Your gaze snapped up. You stared dumbfounded at him. You’d spent weeks trying to hint at him in the elevator that you were interested. Now he was finally asking you out, and it didn’t feel real.

“Please,” Akaashi added pathetically at your silence. He couldn’t help it. He knew he would get on his knees in front of the entire office if you’d asked him to. He was a goner.

Realizing he was taking your silence as rejection you said a little too loudly, “Yes, yes I’d love to.”

He smiled again and your heart felt lighter.

“I’ll meet you back at your cubicle at 5 then,” he squeezed your wrist once before actually going back to his floor to do his job.

You watched him leave thinking that you weren’t going to make a birthday wish anymore. It’d just come true.

Author’s Note: It’s my birthday today so this is part one of a couple of birthday scenarios I have that are mostly just self-indulgent fluff lol.

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