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kageyuji · 3 years

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shortening his name except he thinks you called him another guy’s name

⤷ oikawa, bokuto, atsumu, suna, mattsun ; [gn!reader]

GENRE/WARNINGS: comfort(?), angst if you squint hard enough, mild swearing

NOTES: i will literally offer my hand in marriage if you reblog. and thank you to @/sugawaaras for giving me the idea for mattsun’s <33

━━ OIKAWA

even though he tried to be confident, in reality, his self confidence sat on a throne built from things he told himself in the mirror and compliments he never believed

so its not a surprise that his first reaction just... isn’t one. he’ll stop and replay it over and over again in his head to make sure he’d heard you correctly

and then his heart breaks — it actually hurts him, makes him feel like he can’t breath, and before he even knows it theres tears in his eyes

of course, he knows you’re never supposed to let the reason you’re crying see you crying

so he attempts to act like he’s more annoyed than that he just had his heart just obliterated

it’s not a secret though. through the pain in his eyes, anyone can see the shattered remnants of what was once his heart

“ru, can you grab my phone for me?” you called to your boyfriend from the couch, remembering that you’d left your phone in the other room.

it was quiet for a moment; not long enough for you to ask if he was okay, but long enough that the silence was odd. you heard heavy footfalls again, then saw oikawa standing just inside the room with a clear look of betrayal on his face.

“what?” you asked him, wondering if he was kidding around. you hadn’t done anything, there was no reason why he’d actually be upset with you.

as he stepped closer to you, you could see the tears whelling up in his eyes, and you were left to wonder what was wrong.

“what’s wrong? tooru, hey, are you ok?” your voice was much softer when you spoke this time. your heart dropped when you saw him step back at your step forward.

“so now you can call me by my name?” you think his voice was meant to be low and hostile, but in his struggle not to cry it came out strangled and cracked.

“what did... do you mean ‘ru?”

“yes! who the hell is that? if you wanted to-“

“no no, babe, your name is tooru. the last syllable of your name is ru. it’s just a shortening of your name, not someone else’s.”

you watched his lips form a smile and he let out something like a laugh, seemingly at his own confusion, and then the tears finally fell.

he’d walked into your arms soon after, with his arms wrapped tightly around you and his face buried in the crook of your neck

“sorry... sorry for not trust- trusting you, i just-” his sentence was cut through with sharp breaths and hiccups, and then finally stopped with your own voice.

“it’s alright, i didn’t mean to scare you. we can cuddle if you want, hm?”

he was already struggling to keep himself from fully breaking down. but when one of your hands came up to pet his hair, a whine left him — you think it was supposed to be an ‘mhm’ to your offer — and his hands gripped tightly at your shirt, his arms around you getting tighter.

━━ BOKUTO

he doesn’t miss a beat, immediately looking up at you to wonder if he’d heard you correctly

it’s just a small spike of anxiety at first, but the more he lets the foreign name resonate with him, the more it makes him worry

he has to build up the courage to ask you who the other guy is, because he can’t do it right away, he’s way too nervous

he looks so sad as well, puppy dog eyes looking at you, seemingly just slightly worried

unbeknownst to you, his heart is pounding in is chest and with each passing second, it runs the risk of shattering

“‘taro!” your voice was a giggle as he left little kisses all over you. they weren’t nearly enough to leave hickeys, just little pecks across your face, your neck, your chest.

as soon as the name left your lips though, he stopped, golden eyes snapping up to look at you with a pain you’d never seen in them before.

you could tell he was definitely upset about something, but you had no idea what it could be. hell, the way he looked at you, it was almost as though you were the reason.

of course, you were unaware that bokuto’s first thoughts went to rintaro, middle blocker from the famed inarizaki. suddenly he was thinking of every time you’d ever spoken about the team, said how many fan girls they had, how many games they’d won.

he wanted to say something. he really wanted to ask what you’d meant. but the words seemed caught in his throat.

it wasn’t long before he couldn’t take it though, and he pushed the words out, despite the alarms going off in his head and his heart immediately jumping to his throat.

“who is ‘taro?” you didnt think you’d ever heard him sound so small. so timid, so close to his voice cracking with the tears he was holding back, so... scared.

“you? who else? i can call you kou if you’d prefer that though. you don’t have to look so upset.”

bokuto smiled then, relaxing the weight on his arms enough so he was on top of you. he supported himself enough not to crush you, but there was nothing more he wanted in the world right now than to be held by you.

━━ ATSUMU

he liked to consider himself a tough guy. he liked to.

but there were times whenever his support fell, leaving his world to crumble in his hands, slipping through his fingers no matter how hard he tried to hold it all together

and when thought he heard a guy’s name that isn’t his own come from you, it felt just like one of those times

he was asking what you’d meant before his mind could even properly register your words

and by that point he didn’t care enough to replay the name in his head, his mind already caught up looking for the things he’d done wrong, the things he hadn’t done.

“oh, ‘umi, if you want to we can go to th-”

“what the hell?”

it surprised you how much venom laced his words, despite the fact that you’d done nothing wrong. the thought that he was being sarcastic or joking with you crossed your mind, but atsumu wasn’t exactly the best actor.

he couldn’t fake the look on his face, couldn’t fake how his heart had seemingly stopped just from the look in his eyes.

“what do you mean?” your voice was soft when you spoke now, no longer so nonchalant.

he lips pressed into a thin line and he set his jaw in frustration. it took him taking a deep breath to finally say, “you called me ‘omi.’ if you like-”

“tsumu.”

“no, i heard you, you called me omi. if- if theres...” he never finished his sentence. there was already a lump in his throat and he knew that if he were to say anything more, he’d cry.

“no, no. i called you umi. like your name just a little bit different.”

his face was drawn in a look on confusion. his eyes studied you, trying to look for any sign of you lying. but he trusted you, of course he trusted you.

he came over to hug you, his arms wrapped tightly around you. you heard him sniff, but you knew he’d deny crying if you asked him.

“i love you,” his voice made him sound so small, it was a level of weak and vulnerable you’d not seen from him.

“i love you too.”

━━ SUNA

the words “stay calm” had never been repeated in his head to himself so much

well, it was more like a string of curse words with “stay calm” thrown in occasionally, but he’d never felt so scared

the look on his face is annoyed at first, but it quickly starts to shift into one with a little more worry

he’s terrified, in all honesty. but he’s already told himself he’s not going to let you see that

“taro, can we stop by a corner store on the way home? i need something.”

your voice had been so calm. so why did it feel like his heart had just been ripped out of his chest?

he knew you hadn’t meant to. but why you’d even slipped and call him by another name in the first place worried him. it took him only a few seconds for his mind to land on bokuto koutarou.

bokuto koutarou, one of the top aces.

“well fuck you too i guess.” his tone may have been confused with one of anger at first, but you could tell that wasnt it. anger is a secondary emotion, you knew in reality he was hurt.

the only problem is, you didn’t know what. from his words you knew it was something you’d done. but there was nothing that came to mind.

“sorry? what did i do?”

suna hesitated for only a second before asking why you’d called him by another name. he took a deep breath immediately after speaking, your silence only breaking his heart more. as though it wasn’t already destroyed.

but your silence was born from shock and confusion, not being caught like suna had assumed.

“taro. like rintarou. like your name. who else would i be talking about?”

“uhm. koutarou? i don’t know, forget about it.” he’d never felt like a bigger jackass before; he never swore at you.

you smiled a little at his words and walked over to hug him. he hummed at that and pressed a small kiss to your temple, then buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“i didn’t mean to-”

“it’s ok, rin.”

━━ MATTSUN

he had to stop for a moment to let it sink in before he could react

after that there were too many emotions rushing through him to do anything for another few moments

in fact, his silence coupled with the distant, betrayed look on his face was somewhat unsettling

it takes him longer than he would like to question you, but it’s because he’s already preparing to collect his shattered heart after one of his worst fears becomes true

“why are you here?” mattsun heard iwaizumi’s voice and he smiled a little to himself, knowing that he must have been talking to you.

he’d been waiting for you all day, it seemed like forever since he’d last seen you. the only thing he wanted right now was to hold you.

“oh, i’m here to see ‘kawa!” you said happily. mattsun could hear the smile in your voice without even seeing you.

you were here for oikawa. of course you were here for starboy oikawa tooru, of course your boyfriend was just a stepping stone.

he was still frozen when you rounded the corner. the look on his face was concerning, you couldn’t remember the last time — if there ever was one — he’d looked absolutely terrified, the last time he looked so hurt.

“mattsun... are you ok?”

he didn’t answer you. it took him a few moments before he could finally speak, and even then his voice was different than it usually was. it was... pained? betrayed? whatever it was, you knew it wasn’t mattsun.

“did you really come here just to see oikawa? what happened to me being your boyfriend?”

it took you a few moments to try and understand what he was talking about. you’d never said that. hell, you always came for mattsun, not once had you ever spared oikawa a thought.

“no, babe. i said ‘kawa’, as in matsukawa.”

he seemed to melt at your words. that expression disappeared from his face, his body untensing. he moved to pull you into his arms, holding you close to himself with a desperation he’d not had before.

him thumb rubbed soothing circles on your back. you could tell he wanted to say something. but then he stopped right before the words left him, instead opting to make a joke to lift the mood.

“good, i was about to kick oikawa’s ass.”

“...we were having a moment.”

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oikadori · 3 years

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hi! can i request Headcons about kita and osamu with their s/o in online class or google meet and forget to turn off the camera stuff. i like how you've done for suna, daichi and akaashi hehehe your hc is cute and i love it! 🥺❤️

LEAVING THEIR CAMERA ON WHILE BEING SOFT WITH THEIR S/O PART II

⇢ includes: osamu , kita , iwaizumi | PART I , PART III

⇢ genre// cw: fluff , f!reader // suggestive, iwa bites you

⇢ wc~ 1K

a/n: please yess i loved this prompt sorry for taking so long i just idek why i left this on my drafts for so long SORRY nonnie !!

reblogs are highly appreciated <3

“hun-gry”

Osamu’s eyes drift from the laptop on the counter to you, softening when you loudly yawn entering the kitchen, he must admit that seeing you decked into one of his grey sweaters is making his heart beat a little faster than before.

“good morning to you too” he says between a deep chuckle as he presses a button on his earbuds. “Nice to see that you slept so well”

Your eyes adapt to the light and notice Osamu sitting in front of the screen, his notebook resting beneath his hands. You tilt your head, sleepiness still fogging your mind as you move behind him.

“I’m hungry ‘Samu” your head falls on top of his muscular shoulder and your arms wrap his torso

Osamu, quickly taps the button that deactivates the camera, or at least he thinks he did, before looking over his shoulder with half lidded eyes.

“You’re always hungry Y/N”

“You’re always hungry too!!

He shakes his head, stopping a small giggle to come out of his lips as you nuzzle your nose against his neck, leaving soft kisses and mumbling “cook me something” in the process. Osamu closes his eyes, enjoying your caresses before turning to face you.

“I didn’t know I had such a whiny baby as girlfriend” he lays his pen on top of his notebook before cupping your cheek with his big palm, “What am I going to do with ya?”

You pout at his mocking tone and Osamu sees the opportunity to kiss your lips, drawing a little moan out of you. Your eyes flutter closed as you hug him tighter, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours.

“Miya-kun! You are still part of this class!!” a female voice rings in Osamu’s ears making him stiffen, you, on the other hand, are brushing your lips on the sensitive skin of his neck searching for his mouth again, causing the spiker to blush violently as he apologizes. He looks at you with pleading eyes, using all his willpower to hold back the urge to kiss you.

“babes-please, stop.”

“Shin, can you help me with this real quick?”

Kita sees you from the corner of his eyes, standing on the entrance of his room, holding your math notebook and tapping your feet, waiting for an answer. He activates his microphone not facing you yet, addressing his classmates with a stoic tone.

“Excuse me, I’m gonna leave for a bit” he explains to his group before deactivating his camera and mic to take off his earbuds, leaving them on top of the desk. Kita’s face softens as his eyes squint a bit to give you a tender smile, patting his lap for you to use as a seat. “Come, angel”

You eagerly move your feet in his direction before plopping your weight on his thighs, sitting horizontally. One of his palms caresses your back while the other rests on your legs.

“What is it, darling?” he whispers, leaning to pepper your cheek, making a bubbly laugh burst out of your throat.

“I-help me with math please, I don’t understand this right here” you whine, pointing with your pen at the equation on your notebook, an angry frown settling on your face as you reread the problem out loud.

“Poor baby, of course I’ll help ya”, Kita smiles before his nose tickles your neck and plants a little kiss over the exposed skin. “Okay, this goes like this-“

“Kita! Your camera is still on!” Aran’s yell coming from the earbuds is loud enough for you both to hear it, your face starting to burn as you look directly at the camera, finding the ace covering his eyes.

But Kita is calm, he gives a shy smile at the screen before plugging his earbuds back, squeezing softly your thigh in an attempt to relax you.

“Thank you Aran, I apologize for the scene but… I couldn’t help it” his cheeks redden a bit as you hide your face in your palms, muffling an apology before trying to stand up. Kita’s quickly grip your thigh stopping you for moving off his lap.

“I haven’t explained ya the exercise yet”

“Are you still in class?”

“I have a little break, need something?”

You look at your boyfriend from your chair, giving a worried look that makes his thick, brown eyebrows to furrow together before he huffs. He looks away, hiding the red flush that started creeping on his face.

“No.”, You notice by the way he’s standing there, shifting his weight from left to right and hiding his hands in his pockets that he’s lying so, you lean back, offering a teasing smile.

“Oh! In that case I better do some work”, you drift your attention back to your laptop but your chair turns to the side, finding Iwaizumi’s greyish eyes staring deeply at you as his hands grip firmly the arms of your chair, caging you in your seat. “What is it Haji?”

“Want you” two simple words that make your heart flutter. One of his palms moves behind your neck to secure his hold on you as his lips crash against yours in a passionate kiss.

The room is silent except for the sounds of your wet and sloppy kisses.

“Iwa-chan!!” your boyfriend’s eyes snap open, and he freezes, lips still latched at yours, as the voice of seijoh’s captain bounce against the walls, “you are gonna hurt her lips if you keep biting like a rabid dog! ”

Iwaizumi grunts, shooting daggers to the setter across the screen, and you swear he’s about to smash your laptop with his own hands.

“What the fuck?!”

“If you need advice I-“

You quickly hold onto his arm, dragging him towards you to place a chaste kiss on his cheeks, giggling at the whole situation as your free hand closes the laptop, leaving Oikawa talking to himself.

Iwaizumi huffs and curses, wearing blushy cheeks, pressing his forehead against yours. He stares at your red, swollen lips before tracing them carefully with his calloused fingers, worried.

“Was he right? Did I hurt you? Shit. Gonna be gentler next time, princess”

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bellesowl · 3 years

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kiss and make up

- multiple characters

⤷ atsumu, sakusa

genre: (an attempt at) angst to fluff ; established relationship, timeskip

synopsis: in which you have an almost relationship-ending argument

word count: 2.1k total - about 1k each

warnings: fighting (obv), being called a burden, the boys are kinda mean but they make up for it i swear

- a/n: tbh i was kinda getting sick of writing just fluff so i wanted to spice it up a lil! if this sucks i’m probably going to stick to fluff fics but i think it should be fine? this one also only has 2 characs cause idk how i would be at writing angst LMAO if this does well enough i’ll post the one i have written w kuroo and iwa <3 but i feel like this kinda sucks so oh well

- thank u @kybabi for beta-ing <3

- miya atsumu

you n atsumu have been together since high school which is why you’ve always been inseparable

you went to the same college & moved in together right after, but once he got his job with the jackals, he insisted that you didn’t work and focused on getting your master’s degree

you reluctantly agreed, if only to be able finish & earn your phd soon after

because atsumu is always busy, it’s kinda become commonplace for you to do the chores around the house- like doing the laundry or washing the dishes or cooking dinner for him

but it’s gotten to the point where he expects it

atsumu sighs, unlocking the door to your shared apartment. today’s practice was rough, it was a day of hard conditioning and bad sets and he wanted nothing more than a good meal and to cuddle. the first thing he noticed when he walked in was the mess. instant ramen bowls were scattered everywhere, empty coke cans and dirty napkins were all over the floor, and there you were, in the eye of the hurricane. the second thing he noticed was that there was no homecooked meal.

surprised, he walks into the dining room to see you, furiously typing away at your laptop with four different books surrounding you. you hear his footsteps and look up.

“hey baby! how was practice?” you ask with a smile

atsumu grunts in reply and gestures toward the kitchen, “so.. what’s for dinner babe?”

your eyes widen, “oh shoot! i’m sorry, i was so busy studying for this final that i forgot to cook. do you mind-“ you stop when you see him roll his eyes and head out.

“um, where are you going? you just got home?” you ask, following him.

“out. i have to get food somehow” he replies, “especially because my useless s/o can’t cook a goddamn meal for me” he mutters under his breath

you stop in shock because did he really just say that?

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i heard you right.” you start but he interrupts you

“i said, i have to go get food because someone is too busy to cook a goddamn meal. what do you even do anyways- well, besides spend my money? the least you can do is cook for me, god.” he finally turns to look at you but he feels his heart stop at the look on your face.

not wanting to escalate the situation any further, you try to calm him down, “tsum, hey, i’m sorry i forgot to cook okay? this is my last final before the year ends and i just can’t afford to fail it, so i’ve been studying all day. if you come back to the kitchen, i’ll make you something, okay?”

“i don’t want to eat your half assed attempt at a meal, y/n. the whole point is that you couldn’t get off your ass for an hour to cook when i make the money, i paid for the apartment, hell, i’m even paying for your school! is it really too much to ask for you to stop being such a burden and cook and clean everyday?” he fumed.

you gape at him, shocked that he would even say that. to hell with not escalating things

“at least i want to do something more with my life than hit balls around and retire at 35” you hiss, “and i do everything in this house! i do the laundry, i clean the bathroom, i cook - i do all the things you refuse to. and do i complain? no. i offered to get a job but you refused.”

you turn around to grab your laptop and your textbooks, “just- just do whatever the hell you want to, atsumu.” and with that you walk out the door.

atsumu’s heart drops when he realizes that you actually left. sure, you’ve had arguments here and there, but you’ve never left. he pulls out his phone to call you when he sees you’ve left yours on the counter. knowing there’s nothing to do but wait at this point, he begins to clean up and calls osamu over.

it’s already 3 am when you walk back into your apartment, and you blink multiple times when you open the door. it’s ... clean? you’re sure it was a mess when you left, so how would it be clean? you sigh, too tired to think about it more and walk into the kitchen. your eyes widen at the sight. not only is your favorite food on the stove, but there your boyfriend is, asleep on the dining table. you smile slightly, well that explains things.

“ ‘’mu, hey, wake up babe.” you kiss him lightly and shake him.

he grunts and sits up, “baby! i’m so so sorry for what i said. you are in no way, shape, or form a burden, i have no clue why i said that. today’s practice was just really tiring, but i know i shouldn’t have taken it out on you. just please-” he sighs, “just please don’t leave me again.”

your heart breaks your teary eyed boyfriend. “shh, of course baby. i’ll never leave you again okay?” you say, tugging on his arm, “cmon babe, let’s go to bed, okay?”

“mm okay my love.” he replies and practically pulls you into bed. “i love you, okay?”

“i love you too baby.” you reply

“to the moon and back?” he asks

“yeah, and to infinity and beyond.” you reply, your lack of sleep hitting you hard

“oh, i didn’t know i was dating buzz lightyear”

you let out a loud laugh and just like that you both fall into the same routine, love radiating off both of you in waves.

- sakusa kiyoomi

dating sakusa was,, challenging

it definitely took him a while to get comfortable with you

so you guys have been dating for a couple years now, and at this point he’s def clingy

however there still moments when he reverts to his old self

this just happened to be one of those times

“OUT! AND JUST LIKE THAT, EJP RAIJIN TAKES THE WIN AGAINST THE BLACK JACKALS!”

the stadium is silent before the ejp cheering section erupts in cheers. you stay silent, watching your team below. you watch as sakusa stills, still in disbelief. you make your way down, practically sprinting to your boyfriend.

he sees you on the sideline and makes his way over to you. you put on your biggest smile and attempt to make him feel better.

“you did great, kiyo! you’ll get them next time, yeah?” you beam, knowing how hard he’s been training to beat his cousin

he eyes you warily, not knowing what to say.

usually, sakusa gets pretty clingy after games, so you you move to give him a hug.

“don’t touch me” he barked, jerking away from you. “if you hadn’t been distracting me, we would’ve won.”

you stare at him, refusing to let the tears flow. you both turn when you hear a certain setter yelling at the opposing middle and you sigh.

“um, okay then. i’ll see you at home, yeah?” you ask

sakusa merely nods and makes his way over to his teammates. you look around to see if anyone saw what just happened and you lock eyes with your boyfriend’s cousin, who walks over.

“congrats on the win komori! you guys did so well!” you cheered

“thanks, y/n! and i’m sorry about kiyoomi. i’m sure you know he gets that way sometimes.” he explains

you smile and shake your head, saying that you’re used to it and you both bid your farewells. as you walk out of the stadium, you think back to how your boyfriend, the one person you loved with everything you had in you, utterly embarrassed you in front of his whole team. before you know it, silent tears start streaming down your face.

you enter your home and immediately rush to the bathroom. you draw yourself a bath and make some dinner while waiting. you assume that kiyoomi wouldn’t be home to have dinner with you anyways- and now that you think about it, you can’t remember the last time you had dinner together. after you finish your bath and eat your dinner, you decide to wait up for boyfriend and watch a couple episodes of your favorite show to pass the time.

kiyoomi walks into his apartment at around 1 am, completely and utterly exhausted. he kicks his shoes off and drops his bag on the floor. The rustling rouses you from sleep and you sit up.

“hey kiyo” you say with a yawn, “where’ve you been all night?”

sakusa ignores you in favor of getting ready for bed and you frown when he brushes past you.

“kiyo, babe, what’s wrong? you’ve been ignoring me all night and i-” you start but he interrupts you before you can finish.

“god, just shut up, y/n. can’t you tell i don’t want to talk to you right now? i’ve already had the worst day, i don’t need you making it any worse.” he snaps

"kiyoomi, look, i understand you’re upset but you shouldn’t take it out on me.” you reason, reaching out towards him, “listen, i’m here if you wanna-”

“i said, do not touch me.” he seethes. “you are so fucking clingy y/n, lord, let me breathe a little.”

with those words, you explode. “you know what, sakusa,” he flinches when he hears his last name come out of your mouth, “i think i have the right to want to spend some time with my boyfriend! i haven’t seen you in god knows how long- you leave before i wake up and i fall asleep in an empty bed. i’ve been working my ass off to get some time off to watch your stupid volleyball game and what do you do? you embarrass me in front of your whole team!”

you sigh, wiping away the tears that continue that continue to fall. “listen, i don’t want to fight right now. i’m going to go stay at a friend’s house for the night, alright? i’ll see you tomorrow” you say, grabbing your purse. “if you’re even home tomorrow,” you add under your breath.

sakusa is in shock. the moment he saw your tears start to spill, he felt an undeniable and unrelenting ache in his chest that only seemed to grow with every work that came out of your mouth. and when the door shut? sakusa fell on his knees, his heart dropping. he truly couldn’t believe he said that to you. now all he had to do was wait till you got home.

2:38 pm - you check the time on your phone before pulling out your keys. you hope you made the right move, choosing to come back home while kiyoomi was still at practice. you open the door and the sight causes your eyes to widen.

there, on the couch with your favorite flowers in hand, is your boyfriend. he hears the door open and stands up abruptly.

“y/n, my love, i am so sorry. i truly cannot express how horrible i feel, and i cannot begin to understand how you feel.” he takes a deep breath, seemingly holding back tears. “i- i do love you. i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. i know i’m not the best at expressing it, but you mean the world to me- no, you are my world. without you, i don’t know what i would do. so please-” his voice cracks, “just, please give me another chance?”

you run towards your boyfriend, practically tackling him. “kiyo, baby, of course. i love you too, you know? you just can’t do that anymore, yeah? you shouldn’t feel like you have the right to embarrass me just because you had a bad day. and please, don’t call me clingy? i know i do stick to you like glue sometimes, but that’s just because i never see you anymore.” you reply.

“that will all change, darling.” he answers sincerely, “i’ll make more time for you, i swear. in fact, i’ll take the week off, how does that sound?” at the sight of your smile, he relaxes.

“that sounds wonderful, yoomi.” you answer

sakusa feels the weight that’s been dragging him down lift and he realizes the effect you have on him- you’re his breath of fresh air. he also realizes how utterly idiotic it was to push away the one person who could make him feel better.

it’s fine, he reasons, he’ll just never make that mistake again. he swears it.

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tsukishumai · 3 years

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HQ Boys + how they’re clingy

They just wanna be with u all the time ):

genre; fluff

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Kuroo is calling you every spare second he has — lunch breaks, in between meetings, when he goes to bathroom (you told him to stop doing this but he refuses). He knows he’s working these long hours for both your futures, but damn it, he misses you, and just hearing your voice for even one second honestly melts his stresses away.

Kenma likes it when you’re in the room with him while he’s streaming. He never forces you to be on camera, but just having your presence in the room puts him at ease. His viewers always point out that he seems to be more relaxed, that he’s smiling more — they don’t know it’s cause you’re making stupid faces at him from the side.

Oikawa insists on eating together, no matter what. If you get home late, he waits for you, but he gets extremely upset when you don’t wait for him (he gets home so late sometimes 😭). This caused a rift between you until he finally admits hating eating alone cause it reminds him of being alone in Argentina :(

Iwaizumi doesn’t like doing errands without you. If he needs to get groceries or buy that thing for the bathroom, he’s standing by the door with keys in his hands like, are you coming? Instantly asks, “where you goin?” the moment he sees you grab your bag. “Uh, getting my nails done?” and he’s getting up to slip a pair of shoes on. Come on, he’s driving.

Tsukishima is not big in PDA, but he must always be holding your hand. He gets antsy sometimes, and you are the anchor that keeps him grounded. When he gets nervous, it calms his down to fiddle with your fingers.

Akaashi needs you to share your location with him at all times. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, or think anything badly of you. No, he’s just watched way too many true crime documentaries, and his paranoia is at an all time high. He just wants to know you’re safe and alright.

Bokuto likes to hang around you while you’re getting ready. He asks you dumb questions about your process, offering opinions on which outfit to wear, and telling you silly stories to pass the time. What normally takes you thirty minutes ends up taking an hour and a half, but it’s fine, because you know Bokuto just wants to spend time with you

Atsumu is convinced he needs at least three kisses from you right before each game, otherwise, it’s a lost cause. You didn’t give him his kisses once and the other team had scored so many points off of him, he refused to do a post game interview. You have never missed a game since.

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hajimine · 3 years

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Hey hey can i request for iwaizumi, kenma, akaashi and any other character you want to add that has s/o that love to do things for them? (I always see ppl writting the boys doing so much for s/o but i always love doing special things for mine like writting daily love letter, giving them flowers, present, e.t.c just showering them with love. I would love to see the boys reaction to them)

Btw I really love your posts it make me go ❤🦋❤🦋❤🦋❤🦋❤🦋❤🦋❤

➵ HAIKYUU BOYS WITH A S/O WHO LOVES DOING CUTE THINGS FOR THEM

characters: iwaizumi hajime, kozume kenma, akaashi keiji

type/genre: headcanons; fluff, again :>

a/n: hi babes! sorry this took me a while, i had lots of uni stuff going on but i hope you enjoyed this nonetheless! and tysm for your kind words it means so much aaaa <33 requesting rules

PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU ENJOYED! <3

IWAIZUMI HAJIME ➞ in his previous relationships, iwaizumi is usually the one who does cute things for his s/o. one might assume that he has absolutely no romantic bone in his body, but he actually is very affectionate, just in a different way than what’s deemed as conventional. when you come bearing a small bouquet of red roses for him on your 6-month anniversary, his face immediately matches the shade of the flowers. stupid, i’m supposed to be the one giving you roses, he’d grumble, cheeks still burning. but he would take the bouquet from your grasp and admire it for a little bit, before pulling you into a tight hug and kissing the crown of your head while murmuring a small thank you, babe, i love it. throughout the whole date, you can see his lips twitching into a smile as he glances over to the bouquet sitting beside him. never in a million years would he expect to be on the receiving end of this, and he’s so grateful for you because you were the first one to even bother doing this for him.

KOZUME KENMA ➞ you like leaving little post it notes around the house for him to find whenever he takes a break from gaming. the notes range from silly inside jokes you have with him, to sappy mini-love letters about the little things he does that made you fall in love with him. kenma would sometimes find one on the fridge door, one by his pillow, and another one on the back of his gaming chair. he wouldn’t outwardly show it, but he appreciates them so so much, especially after the fatigue of staring at a computer screen for hours sets in. it gives him a small boost of energy, in a way, and a small smile would grace his lips whenever he finds another one of your signature pink post-its around his apartment. he wouldn’t admit this (over my dead body, he says) but he keeps every single one of your notes in a shoebox under his desk. one of his favorite one, the one he keeps looking back to, is the one where you drew you and him as cartoon kittens.

AKAASHI KEIJI ➞ akaashi never really liked receiving gifts; he usually prefers to be the one giving them instead. he’s a simple guy, he doesn’t have a lot of things on his wish list, and he doesn’t want people to feel obligated to give him anything. so when you hand him a neatly wrapped box with a beige-colored ribbon around it, he refused to take it at first. but you insisted, and the glimmer in your eyes and the excited curl of your lips made him give in—after all, he has always found it hard to say no to you. he carefully unwrapped the gift and almost gasped when he saw what was inside. it was the limited hardcover copy of the book he’s been wanting to get his hand hands on (signed by the author, too!). he didn’t think you would even remember, as he only mentioned it to you once during your coffee date with him last month. there was a tender smile on his lips as he murmured a quiet thank you, my love and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

#❀ —𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #kozume kenma x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #hqradiostation #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #iwaizumi fluff #kenma fluff #akaashi fluff #!iwaizumi #!kenma #!akaashi

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nghtwngs · 3 years

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description. you’re not sure how you landed yourself in this mess: forced to work with oikawa tooru, the guy who does everything better, and to you, your worst nightmare. you competed against him your entire life, but now you’re expected to work with him? surely things will get messy once feelings and time get involved.

pairing. student council president!oikawa tooru x vice president!reader

genre. fluff, angst, student council au, enemies to friends to lovers, mutual pining, slow burn, hurt/comfort

word count. 7k

warnings. swearing, time-skip spoilers, reader uses she/her pronouns

author’s notes. this was supposed to be longer but im so tired. the reader in this is heavily influenced by my own insecurities, but i hope you can still find a piece of yourself in them too. thank you to my soulmate @cafemiya for starting this collab, and thanks to my bestie @miyamore for the beta. ily both sm

part of the promptly yours collab

The world is out to spite you.

You don’t know what you’ve done to deserve this. You’ve never committed a crime before. Okay, well other than pirating K-dramas at two in the morning—but it’s not like you’ve killed anyone.

Not yet at least, you think as you stand next to the cause of all your annoyance, Oikawa Tooru. Many girls at Aoba Johsai would kill to be in this position, but you think you’d kill to get out of it. You blink when the click of the camera rings in your ears. It pulls you out from your thoughts. You can only hope the smile on your face isn’t too noticeably strained.

Oikawa looks all too happy about the predicament you both have landed in. From your peripheral, you can see a wide grin stretched on his face. The urge to smack it off of him comes, but you decide it’s inappropriate.

The elected secretary, Mamoru, is next to you. And the elected treasurer, Kaito, stands next to him. The photographer, a student from your class last year, begins to ramble on about how great the pictures turned out.

You nod along, only able to give her a small smile as she scrolls through them. She was right though.

The screen of the camera was small, but you still had to admit that the pictures do look good. Oikawa is undeniably photogenic, and his charming presence is clearly felt through the photo. Your limbs look kind of awkward, but with him in there, it didn’t really matter anyway. He always overshadows you. There’s a pit that forms in your stomach at the thought, but you drive it out of your head as quickly as it comes.

“These look so good,” Mamoru coos. “My hair looks perfect in this one.”

Kaito scoffs. “Whatever you say, princess.”

“What do you think?” He pouts, looking at you expectantly.

You stutter, “Oh, uh, I think you look nice.”

The corners of his lips curl upward. “See! Even Y/N thinks I look good.”

“Hey, I only said you looked nice,” you remark with a teasing smile.

A snort leaves Kaito’s lips while the other whines out your name. But the moment is cut short as all of you are reminded of the time. The bell is chiming, notifying everyone that class would begin soon. The photographer hurries out in a rush to get to her own classroom.

“We should get going.” Kaito sighs, tugging on Mamoru’s arm and pulling him out of the room, leaving you and Oikawa alone.

Both of you are grabbing your belongings. He’s the first to break the silence. “It’s going to be a lot of fun working with you, Y/N-chan.” He offers you an eye smile. It’s the kind that’s sure to make his fan club swoon.

You fight the urge to fake gag. “Yeah, I’m sure.” Your feet begin to carry you out the door, but you pause at the sound of your name being called.

“No goodbye?” There’s a teasing tone laced in his voice.

You try not to roll your eyes. “Goodbye, Oikawa.” You turn again to leave when you feel his fingers wrap gently around your wrist. His hand is warm. You stare at the contact. “What are-”

“We’re going to be seeing each other a lot now, Y/N-chan.” He pouts. “You can’t hate me forever.”

“I don’t hate you,” you mumble. The look on his face tells you he doesn’t believe a single word. If you’re being honest, you wouldn’t either. “Can you let go?”

He clears his throat. “Sorry.”

You hurry down the hall once he lets go, letting out a breath. You rub your wrist. You wonder why it feels so tingly.

It’s eight at night when Hanamaki Takahiro appears at your doorstep with an easy smile. He knows you can’t resist him. He makes a proposal to drag you out to a convenience store for something to satiate his sweet tooth. And you let him. He takes you through each aisle. You search every shelf for your favorite snacks and drinks.

You then find yourself in a small, dimly lit playground. You’re sitting on a swing set and stuffing your mouth with a strawberry sandwich.

“Slow down,” warns Hanamaki, who sits on the swing beside yours. “You’re gonna choke.”

You pout at him, chewing. “And?”

He rolls his eyes. “Where are your manners?”

“Manners? Very funny.” You snort, taking another bite of your sandwich. You hum in delight.

“Y’know, it could be worse.”

You meet his gaze, lips forming a thin line. Your feet scrape against the ground to push the swing. “Really? This seems pretty shitty to me.”

“He’s not that bad.”

“The constant teasing and embarrassing me isn’t that bad. It’s just,” you mutter the last part, “him.”

He hums. “At least you’re not dating him.”

Your face scrunches. “You’re right. That would be worse. But I’m still the newest target of his fan club though.”

“Don’t worry about them. They won’t bother you.”

“Really?” You don’t believe him.

Makki sips his strawberry milk with his head held high. “I’ll protect you.”

“I’m screwed then.”

“Hey-”

You watch as a crowd of students huddle around the bulletin board, blocking your vision. The results of the last exam were posted. You chew on your lip as you watch your classmates talk about their scores. Some have smiles on their faces while others are still scanning down the list for their name.

You’re not sure why your stomach is churning, why it always churns before you look at your grades. They’re never bad, but Oikawa’s are higher than yours sometimes. You huff. Maybe it’s not just the big group of people keeping you from looking.

You slowly walk towards the exam results with a sigh. There are too many people. You can’t see over them all. You stand on the tips of your toes, stretching your head in order to get a better look. The corners of your lips slowly curl downward as your efforts are futile.

“Huh, we got the same mark,” hums Oikawa, who you now realize is standing next to you. He’s tall enough to see over you and the crowd.

You land back softly on your feet, lips slightly agape. “Oh.”

You’re disappointed, a part of you wishing that you had scored higher, but the other relieved that you didn’t receive anything worse. You’d rather not deal with any more of his teasing. Your eyes sneak a glance at him; his hands are shoved in his pockets, shoulders relaxed. His eyes trail to you.

You quickly look away, guilty gaze meeting the hard tile floor. The silence makes you feel awkward. It has you turning away and heading to your classroom. But you don’t miss the feeling of someone’s gaze lingering on you.

The room is mostly empty when you take your seat. You’re glad that you’ve been placed next to the window this year. The sunlight feels so warm on your skin—you now have to reapply your sunscreen between classes, but you have a clear view of much of the campus. It’s especially nice to clear your head. You pull out your work from last night, placing it onto your desk without much care.

The chatter of your classmates as they file into the room grows louder. You tune them out, instead deciding to stare at whatever piques your interest at the moment. You watch as some students are rushing into the building down below, all carrying the same expression of distress. It’s safe to say that punctuality isn’t in the cards for them today. They all look so small from your view, you think. Until you’re reminded that the first meeting for student council is today.

A sigh escapes you as you run your hand down your face. You hope that you don’t stumble over your words, or somehow make a fool of yourself in front of everyone. You’re not even sure where to begin. You should’ve prepared.

The bell chimes, and you notice that the teacher has entered the room. You hear the click of her heels as she greets everyone with a curt smile and bids everyone a good morning before taking attendance. Your eyes squeeze shut.

This is going to be a very long day.

You try to keep up with the class, you really are, but the way you’ve been gazing out the window for the last ten minutes determines otherwise. The tick of the clock doesn’t help either. Really, it manages to make your stomach curl even more. You rest your chin on the palm of your hand, gaze set upon the whiteboard full of formulas.

Too much to memorize.

Finally, your assignment is passed out, but all you can do is blankly stare at it. All the words on its pages look illogical and all the numbers random. Maybe you should’ve paid attention. That’s obvious enough, but you’ll figure it out. You always seem to.

“That one’s actually twenty-two,” Oikawa corrects, finger pointing to one of the questions on the page.

A crease forms between your eyebrows as you redo the problem, coming to realize that he’s correct. You had forgotten a step. You sigh in a mix of defeat and annoyance. “What are you even doing over here, Oikawa? Your seat is across the room.”

“Well, I wanted to give you this.” Oikawa hands you some note cards. The pretty handwriting and highlighting catches your eye. They distract you from the content written on them: a messily put together overview of the meeting. “It’s for later.”

You nod. “Um, thanks.”

“No problem, Y/N-chan.” He flashes you a smile.

“Stop calling me that.”

“Yes, yes, whatever you want, Y/N-chan.”

You scoff. “Now can you go away? I can feel people staring.”

You’re shuffling through the cards quickly. You want to make sure you seem like you know what you’re talking about. Your mind wanders. You wonder when he made these. It couldn’t have been that long. You two were only announced as president and vice president yesterday. He must’ve spent a while on it, judging by the amount of information on it alone.

Not even you knew what the meeting would be about. You thought you could wing it from the start. You wish you would’ve thought of it first. You wish you would’ve done more.

You glance at the clock. It's almost time to start, but Oikawa is nowhere to be seen. You scan the hall for him. You feel your heart sinking.

“Where the hell is he?” you mutter, pacing near the door.

He can’t be late. It’s the first official meeting. How were you supposed to do this alone? You don’t have half the charisma nor the popularity he does. They won’t like you. Should you go looking for him? No, it’s not like you can search the entire school. You wrap your arms around yourself, chewing the inside of your cheek.

For the first time in your life, you need Oikawa.

It’s three minutes before the student council meeting when Haruka approaches Oikawa. She asks him if they could walk together to the meeting. There’s something important she wants to tell him on the way. He smiles at her as she falls in step with him. Her cheeks blush a bright red. The words are caught in her throat for too long though as Oikawa spots you.

You’re staring out the window with a frown etched on your face, wringing your hands. He’s by your side in an instant.

“Y/N-chan?”

“Where were you?” you ask.

“What? Missed me?” he teases.

“No.” You glare at him. “I can’t do the meeting without you.”

He doesn’t mind your scrutinizing eyes. He’d rather it than your frown. Your harsh gaze softens as Mamoru calls for the two of you. It’s time. You give Mamoru a small smile. Oikawa thinks that he might give the world to have that smile be for him.

The three of you walk into the room with Haruka trailing behind. You greet everyone with a small smile. You and Oikawa move to the front of the room, standing side by side. He gives an overview of what to expect. The student council will host a couple of events and trips over the course of the school year. He names a few of the festivals as well as a field day that they have to plan.

You go on to explain how the festivals will be done as well as a Valentine’s Day event. A few squeals are elicited from the class representatives at that.

You smile. “We’ll be back here next week to discuss our first trip. Same time.”

Oikawa smiles before asking, “Any questions?”

Oikawa’s eyes linger on you as you walk out to the school’s gates. Haruka calls out to him again. It’s only now that Oikawa notices the thing clutched in her hands. He glances back, only to find you already gone. Any trace of disappointment on his face is masked with a smile.

She’s gnawing at her lips, letting out a shaky breath once he fully turns to face her. There’s a gleam of curiosity in his eyes, but he has a feeling he knows what’s coming.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she holds out a flush pink envelope, the color of it lighter than the stain of red across her cheeks. “Oikawa, I really like you, so please take this!”

“Haruka, you’re very kind, but I don’t think I can return your feelings. Volleyball takes up a lot of my time, so I won’t be the best boyfriend. You deserve more than that.” He offers her a small smile, hoping his words are a big enough cushion for her. Admittedly, they feel cheap and overused, but after the countless confessions he’s received, what else is there to say?

There’s an embarrassed smile on her face as her hands fall to her sides. “It’s okay, I understand.” She walks away, the envelope crumpling in her hand.

The setter can’t help but feel bad as he did with every rejected confession. Though the thought is soon forgotten as he arrives at the gym. He’s greeted by the sight of Mattsun and Makki snickering about something when he feels a sharp pain on the back of his head. He whines, rubbing the spot that stings. “That hurt, Iwa-chan.”

“You’re late, Shittykawa,” says Iwaizumi. The look on his face is less than pleased.

“Sorry, sorry. I received another confession.”

“Another?” questions Hanamaki, but his tone carries no malice. “What do they even see in you?”

“Makki.” He drags his name out with a pout. “It’s because I'm pretty. I’m also an amazing setter.”

Hanamaki doesn’t deny the latter because well, in all seriousness, Oikawa is an amazing setter. There’s no doubt about it. And no matter how he gets, Makki still has a great deal of respect for him. Though he would rather take that to his grave than to ever utter such a truth.

“Well,” Mattsun begins, “what’d you say?”

“No, of course.” Oikawa scratches the back of his neck. “I don’t have time to date.”

And he really does believe that.

The first couple weeks of the school year aren’t too horrible. Having to see Oikawa a lot isn’t ideal, but you were able to keep your interactions short.

It’s an early spring morning when orange and pink hues collide in the sky, slowly being overtaken by a soft blue. The third years are going on a trip to Tokyo today. You walk over to Makki as soon as you spot him. His eyes are still filled with sleep as you poke his cheek.

“Who are you sitting by?” you ask.

He yawns. “Matsukawa.”

“I don’t have anyone to sit with.” You sigh. “All my other friends are sitting with each other.”

“Sit by yourself.”

“But that makes me look sad and lonely.” There’s an exaggerated pout on your face that makes Makki roll his eyes. “And I don’t want to look sad and lonely.”

“I don’t know. Sit with Oikawa then. Iwaizumi’s sick.”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Weren’t you just saying how you don’t want to look ‘sad and lonely’?”

“Makki.” You whine.

He shakes his head at you. “You’re just like him- Ow!” He rubs the spot on his forehead that you flicked.

You do end up sitting with the setter, much to your chagrin. Somehow, he manages to not be much of a nuisance. He’s actually uncharacteristically quiet for the entire ride. You’d be lying if you said the silence wasn’t strange.

October arrives quickly. The Halloween season has begun, and the school is filled with excitement as students decorate. Each class is doing their own thing, from haunted houses to little booths. This year, your class is setting up a haunted house. Your classmates are looking for decorations while you and Oikawa work on the banner.

“What’s that supposed to be?” you ask.

He looks at you with a serious expression. “An alien, obviously.”

You snort, examining the little green figure. “The theme is Halloween not aliens.”

“Hey, aliens are kinda scary too!”

You shake your head at him, half amused. Over the course of the year, you’ve come to learn of his slight obsession with the idea of extraterrestrial life. Your strong distaste for him seems to be fading as you get to know him more. Your mutual interest in Buzzfeed Unsolved has even come up in a few conversations. You’re on the middle of the Ryan-Shane spectrum while he’s definitely a Boogara.

Maybe Makki is right. He’s not that bad.

Paint streaks are all over both of your hands after the countless times you had bumped into each other while drawing. Oikawa looks proudly at his creation as he stands up from the ground. “I’m going to go wash my hands.”

You hum in response, continuing to paint on the letters on the banner.

A bit of time passes before you start to wonder where he is. You look in the direction he left. You spot him in the middle of a group of people. They’re all smiling, and you can hear a chorus of laughter leave their lips. The corners of your lips tug down as you stare back down at the banner. It’s all so easy for him.

There’s a bitter feeling that bubbles in your stomach. It’s always been hard for you to connect with people. How does he make it look so simple? It’s your fault, isn’t it? You keep everyone an arm’s length away. You envy him. You envy the way he makes everything look effortless.

“Everything okay?”

The voice makes your hand jerk, smearing the letter you were writing. “Shit,” you mutter as you try to fix it. “Everything’s fine, except for this stupid letter.”

Kaito scratches his neck. “Sorry. You sure you’re okay though?”

“Yes, Kaito.” You offer him a tired smile. “Did you need something?”

There’s a blush that spreads on his cheeks. “Oh, well, uh I needed to ask you something.”

You lay down the paintbrush in your hand, turning to him with an expectant look.

“Do you,” he begins, eyes staring away from you, “know how to confess to someone?”

You blink. “Confess?”

“Yeah.”

He exhales, and you follow where his gaze trails to. Your eyes find Mamoru talking to a girl from your class. “Wait, you don’t mean…” Your hand flies over your mouth in disbelief. “Oh my, God. You do! That’s so cute.”

“Shut up,” he grumbles.

Your hands come up in mock surrender. “Sorry, sorry. But why are you asking me of all people for advice?”

“You’re the only person whose advice I trust.”

“That’s nice of you to say, but I’m actually shit at that kind of stuff. My last crush was Gojo Satoru.”

“From Jujutsu Kaisen?”

You give him an embarrassed smile, nodding.

He pauses, turning to face you. “Me too.”

You’re both unable to contain the laughter that escapes your throats, gaining the attention of your fellow classmates. You make yourself smaller, embarrassed at the looks.

You meet his eyes, finding them already on your face. “What?”

“You have paint on your face,” he says before grabbing a washcloth.

“Oh.” You stare at your hands. “It’s just the paint from my hands. Must’ve gotten it on myself when I touched my face earlier.”

He walks away to soak it with some water, coming back to begin wiping off the paint. His touch is gentle as he makes sure to get it all off.

Oikawa comes back, a frown etched on his face. “Are you done yet, Y/N-chan?”

You nod. “Yeah, we can hang it up now.” You take the wet towel from Kaito, thanking him. Quickly, you scrub the paint off your skin. You throw the cloth in the sink outside when you’re done, and begin helping Oikawa lift the banner up.

“What did he want?” The question that runs from his tongue sounds innocent enough to you, but to anyone who really knows Oikawa, something is off.

You give him a half shrug. “Advice. Move it to the right a bit- no my right.”

The next time you find yourself needing Oikawa is when you get caught in the rain on a cold Monday afternoon.

The dreary weather calls for sweaters and thick coats, but you had been in such a hurry, you forgot a warm jacket and umbrella. You didn’t bother to check the weather that morning. You now regret it, seeing the downpour outside get heavier. Student council had a meeting after school to discuss upcoming events.

The rain had lightened earlier, making you think you had a chance to book it home before it got worse again. But the universe seems to enjoy proving you wrong.

You frown as you stare out at the sky. The clouds are a hopeless gray, hiding the blue sky you’re familiar with. You don’t usually mind the rain, but that typically applies when you’re indoors. You curse, wishing Makki had practice today so he could take you home. Do you make a run for it?

You hold out your hand from under the cover of the roofing. It’s quickly drenched, and you pull it back to wipe the water onto your thick sweater. You grimace. You’ll be soaked by the time you get home, but that’s better than waiting here.

You take your first two steps, preparing yourself for the rain, but you find yourself completely dry. You look up at the umbrella that shields you from the stubborn weather, and to the person who’s holding it.

“Oikawa.” You breathe.

He smiles so warmly at you that you think your heart might’ve skipped a beat. “Let me take you home.”

You fall in step with each other easily. There’s a silence between you, but it doesn’t feel awkward anymore. It’s comfortable, even. And the light hum of the rain fills any void.

You can hear the sound of cars passing as you stop outside your front door. “Thanks for walking me home,” you say, watching the drops of rain sliding down your shoes. “You didn’t have to.”

“Of course I did.”

You don’t notice the significance behind his words as you step into your house, glancing back to watch his figure moving farther away.

The next few weeks take you by surprise. You start tagging along with Makki when he hangs out with his friends. It’s nice. They’re nice. It doesn’t take long before you’re joining in their shenanigans. What surprises you even more is that you’ve started to hang out with Oikawa too, outside of school activities and your newfound friend group.

It’s on a Friday evening when you watch Oikawa sing his heart out at a small karaoke box, and for the first time it hits you how pretty he is. His cheeks are flushed rosy. The sleeves of his school shirt are rolled up past his elbows. You finally understand it now. The charming aura of Oikawa Tooru has you in awe.

“What should we do for Valentine’s Day?” Oikawa asks during a quick meeting for student council. The holiday is coming up soon, and all of you had yet to figure out an event.

There’s a pause of silence before a girl speaks up, “We could send love letters.”

He hums. “That’s a good idea.”

“And we can let them be anonymous,” comments another. “Wouldn’t that be exciting?”

“We should deliver flowers too!”

Everyone seems to be in agreement as excited whispers fill the room.

“Alright,” you say. “Love letters and flowers it is.”

It’s the Friday before Valentine’s, and everyone is working hard to get out all the gifts. The idea of sending letters is a lot more popular than expected. There are hundreds of letters that need to be sent out.

There’s currently a pile on Oikawa’s desk, and a tally has started to see how many he’d receive. A bet went around the student council yesterday morning. Currently, Kaito seems to be in the lead with thirty-four.

“Oh, Y/N!” Yui hands you a red envelope with a sweet smile. “Here’s yours.”

“Mine?” you ask, gaze fixed on the letter. “Um, thanks.”

Should you open it? Your nail slides under the flap when Mamoru calls your name. It’s quickly forgotten after you shove it in your pocket. It’s not your priority right now. You have letters to deliver.

Student council finishes making their rounds right before lunch, and with a few minutes to spare. Everyone is lounging in an empty classroom now, waiting for the bell to ring.

“Who do you think your secret admirer is?” questions Mamoru as he sits at the table next to you. His chin rests on his palm, curious eyes staring at the red envelope in your pocket.

“I don’t know.” You glance at him. “Who do you think sent yours?”

The tips of his ears burn a soft pink. “No idea.”

“Flustered?” You laugh as you nudge him with your shoulder.

“No,” he protests, but the clear heat in his cheeks tells you otherwise.

“Whoever it is, I’m sure they’re great.” You hum before you comment teasingly, “Mamoru’s got a secret admirer.” Your voice is loud enough to catch the attention of others, and you don’t miss the flush of Kaito’s cheeks.

“Stop.” He whines. “You do too!”

There’s a giggle leaving your lips as he hides his face.

The day is over so soon, and a long breath escapes you as your feet carry you to your room. You plop on your bed once you set your bag down. You close your eyes as a sigh of relief leaves you, grateful that the weekend has come. You roll onto your side. There’s a curiosity that fills you as you spot the letter sticking out of your messenger bag. You slump up, reaching over to grab the envelope.

You admire the handwriting as you read through it. It’s delicately pretty without being too fancy. It looks kind of familiar actually. You blink. Your eyebrows furrow as you search through your school bag. “Holy shit.”

There’s a reason you recognize the handwriting. It looks exactly like the one on Oikawa’s note cards. Oh. Oh.

You’ve been dodging Oikawa since your little realization. He can’t like you that way, right? It’s all just a stupid joke that he’s playing on you. Stupid is right. You huff.

It had been so easy to do before, but now it seems like he’s everywhere. You can’t help but feel a tinge of guilt at the way his face falls each time you walk away from him. But you’re caught in an escapable situation when you find yourselves the last ones to leave your meeting.

There’s a deep frown set on Oikawa’s face. “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not.” You’re such a bad liar.

“Then explain why you’ve been bailing on me for the last two weeks.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“No you haven’t. You sleep in on the weekends because you binge K-dramas until really late. You barely go out, so you can avoid people.”

You blink, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. “Am I really that easy to read?”

He exhales, exasperated by your attempts to deflect. “Did I do something?”

“No,” you say, pressing your lips into a thin line. “I should go.”

Oikawa’s heart stings as you walk past him. You’ve done it so many times before, so why does it hurt so much now?

The slam of a volleyball echoes throughout the gym as it hits the wooden floor of the gym. It’s the only sound that he’s been listening to for the past two hours other than his own breaths. He doesn’t even notice the hot tears that trail down his cheeks.

It’s over. If only he had been better. If only he had practiced more. If only, if only, if only.

There’s a painful ache in his chest as he falls onto his knees. He stares at the ground. The taste on his tongue is bitter, and he wants to cry out. Nothing but silence escapes his throat. He laughs bitterly. He can’t even cry correctly.

He doesn’t hear your footsteps as you enter either.

“Oikawa?”

He uses the back of his hand to wipe his eyes. “Go away. Please.”

The rawness of his voice hurts to hear. You slide down onto the ground next to him. Your voice is barely above a whisper. “I know you wrote that letter.”

Great, he thinks. You’ve come here to reject him.

“And uh,” you begin, “it was really… nice? Fuck, sorry I don’t know how to respond to these things- You’re crying.” Your hand comes up to hold his cheek in concern as you inspect his blotchy face.

The gentleness in your voice is calming, but he feels so weak. There’s no reason to deny your statement. The evidence is written all over his tear-streaked face.

“I couldn’t,” he chokes out. “I couldn’t do it. I wasn’t better- We didn’t even get to play him.”

He’s barely coherent, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what he’s referring to. The news of Seijoh’s loss spread around the school like wildfire. He detests the looks of pity given to him by his classmates and teachers after that.

You swallow. “You can’t blame yourself for something you can’t control. You did your best out there, I’m sure.”

He doesn’t know that you’re trying to reassure yourself too.

“It wasn’t- I wasn’t enough.”

“You’re enough for me, if that means anything.” You offer him a warm smile as you stare into his eyes.

He feels so transparent under your gaze. His bottom lip trembles as you wipe his tears away. You pull him into your embrace. He’s bawling his eyes out into your sweater, and he’s sure that he’s gotten snot all over it. How do you make him so vulnerable?

But he’s comforted by your words. They’re so sincere, and the most heartfelt thing you’ve ever told him. They’re not the kind of sweet that’ll make your teeth ache, but rather like honey: a more subtle, soothing sugar.

You pull away, and he instantly misses your warmth. “You know, I can kind of relate- not to volleyball, sports aren’t my thing, but feeling like you’re not enough. Yeah.” You let out a breath. “I get that. I felt so inadequate next to you. You’re like everything I’m missing and more.

You’re great at volleyball and you get perfect grades- you even manage student council on top of that, and I always hated how people were just… drawn to you. I even hated you for a while. That was dumb, huh?”

He holds onto your hands like you’ll disappear if he lets go. “I’m sorry. I’m such a dick for rubbing it in. It was just a stupid competition.”

“Don’t be.” Your voice comes out so soft. “We’re friends now.”

You sit on the floor of the volleyball court with him until the evening runs into night, and the sky is no longer orange bleeding into blue. You both forget about the letter, the can of worms that he had opened. You’re just two friends enjoying the company of the other.

You start telling silly jokes just to get a laugh out of him. He appreciates it. He appreciates your kindness. He appreciates that smile of yours that seems to be just for him.

You’re sitting on Oikawa’s couch with him for an Unsolved marathon. But for once, he can’t keep his focus on his beloved show. His gaze is fixed on you. There’s a thick blanket covering you, and he watches as you grip it closer to your body. His eyes trail down to your mouth. Your plush lips are slightly parted before you begin giggling at Ryan’s shrill screams.

Your hand comes up to cover your mouth, and he wishes that you would stop doing that. He doesn’t get why you feel the need to hide yourself, when in his eyes, your beauty is incomparable.

“What?” you ask him once you realize he’s staring.

Can I kiss you? He coughs, turning back towards his T.V. screen. “Nothing.”

It’s on a frigid March night when you find Oikawa standing at your doorstep. He’s breathless, and there’s a slight flush in his cheeks from the bite of the cold. You try to pull him inside, but he stops you.

He exhales. “Can I tell you something?”

“Can’t you tell me inside?” You frown. “You’re freezing.”

He pulls you down onto the step with him. You wonder what’s on his mind as he reaches his hand out to yours. His touch is slow, tentative. They finally connect. And it’s like they were always meant to.

Your heart feels so inexplicably full. You let out a slow breath. His lips look so pretty and soft to touch. When did he get so close? Are you the one who’s leaning in? You’re unable to tell as your lips touch.

It’s almost as though you’re pouring out a piece of your soul on a platter for him, wrapping your heartstrings with his. Sharing breaths and a want that could finally be acted upon. Kissing Oikawa is like letting out a sigh of relief as you step into your house after a long day. It’s as easy as breathing.

You pull away, watching and analyzing him down to the subtle twitch of his mouth.

He’s staring back at you, gulping. There’s a blush color that dusts his cheeks. He’s nervous. Oikawa gets nervous? You decide it’s a good thing as a confession tumbles past his lips like he’s uttering his final words.

“I’m so in love with you.”

The words are so terribly honest. They aren’t sweetly dripping from his lips like honey. They’re like a dive off a cliff; a terrifying jump into something that could either kill you, or be the only thing you could never regret. But he says it with so much conviction.

You lean your head on his shoulder and hum. Your eyes are closed, unsure if you can say it back. Maybe it’s the raw honesty in them that scares you. Do you let him see your heart bleed? See you cry and ache and break right in front of his eyes? See you stretch yourself thin for others, and leave nothing for yourself?

It’s as if he knows of the ferocious storm brewing through your head. He plants a kiss on your temple. It’s a gentle reminder that he’s there. It’s okay. I can wait.

You’re grateful for him. For his warm hand, his kisses, his love.

“Oikawa?” Your voice comes out so quiet that he wouldn’t be able to hear you if it weren’t for the proximity between you.

He brushes his thumb over your knuckle. “Hm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Being you.”

He brings your interwoven hands up to his mouth, pressing light pecks on your skin as he mumbles, “I should be thanking you. I don’t know how I’d be if you weren’t there that day.”

You smile as you bring your free hand up, crossing your fingers into a heart; a silent declaration. He lets out a breath, smiling as he mimics you.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips before they meet yours again in a hasty kiss. He kisses you so fervently that it has the moon and stars yearning for the same touch. His kisses are completely consuming, leaving your head spinning. His thumb traces the outline of your lips when he pulls away.

You look down with a giddy smile. He loves you.

The cold air nips at Oikawa’s skin. He’s standing outside your house, watching his breath blow from his mouth as he waits for you. He looks over at you when he hears his name off your tongue. Why does it sound so nice from you?

He sees you rub your hands in search of some friction. Your hands are bare, and he scolds you for not wearing gloves. You don’t own any, you say. So he wraps his gloved hands around yours. You smile at him, and he thinks that he’d do anything for you.

You’re staring now, and a faint crimson appears on his skin. He’s glad that it’s cold out. “What?” he asks.

“You’re so pretty.”

He buries his head in your shoulder. The warm scent of you fills his nose. “Y/N-chan,” he whines out, “you can’t just say things like that.”

He can feel the vibration of your laugh, and the way your fingers card through his soft brown hair. “Pretty Tooru.”

The smile that grows on his face is genuine. Though Oikawa would argue that all his smiles are, but he, too, knows that his most sincere ones are your doing. He takes you to his favorite cafe. You’re the only one he’ll share it with.

You make him feel so warm.

“Argentina,” you echo.

“Yeah.” Oikawa scratches the nape of his neck. He’s going to pursue a career in volleyball there. It’s his dream.

It’s so far away, you think. “Oh.” You swallow hard. “When are you leaving?”

He pulls you in for a tight hug, mumbling the words against your skin. “In a few months.”

You haven’t even been with him for that long, and he’s already leaving soon? Your heart aches, but you put on your best smile and kiss the top of his head.

“I won’t be the best boyfriend.” His voice is choked. “You can break up with me if you want.”

You can’t see his face, but you can feel his tears soaking into the fabric of your shirt. “We still have a few months together.”

You see him off when the day comes, of course. There are no teary eyes or passionate grand gestures—the kind you only experience in a K-drama—as you face each other at the Sendai Airport. The both of you keep your composure, but the façade is hard to keep up with when it sets in that this will be the last time you’ll see each other for a while.

But for something new to begin, something else must end, right? At least, that’s what you tell yourself as Tooru leaves for Argentina as your friend while your heart is begging for more.

The warm smell of coffee and baked goods hits your nose. There aren’t many people in the café today, to your relief. Hanamaki orders a coffee so sweet that it has you wondering whether it actually has any coffee in it. You’re sure it’s ninety percent pure sugar.

After waiting for a few minutes, you finally receive your beverages. You take a sip of your drink, sighing in content.

“You’re gonna be there, right?” Makki asks, stirring his coffee.

You look up at him. “Hm?”

“His game.”

You shrug. You don’t have to ask who he’s referring to. “I don’t know.”

“You should.”

“Would he even want to see me?”

He scoffs. “You’re kidding. Dude won’t shut up about you. He misses you.”

He misses you.

The thought brings warmth to your heart as you take another sip of your drink.

Oikawa does ask about you. He asks almost every time that they talk. Though the two of you are still in contact, it’s mainly birthday and holiday wishes over text. Makki’s slightly tired of it, wishing that he would just get the guts to talk to you himself. He’s almost offended, really, how much he asks about how you’re doing and not him.

The two of you had moved to Tokyo after graduation. You for university, and Makki for… whatever he was doing at the time. He’s been “in between jobs”. At least, that’s what he replies with each time Oikawa asks. Makki won’t deny that he’s crashed on your couch more often than not.

“You’re well and single” is what Oikawa gets from Hanamaki. Oikawa tells him he didn’t have to add the last part, but everyone and their mother knows that he was curious. He’s surprised you’re still single, but also relieved.

She said “no one felt right”.

Would he feel right?

Oikawa lets out a long breath as he stands on the floor of the court. He’s still in disbelief. The years of dedicating himself to this passion has finally led him here: at the fucking Olympics.

His bright eyes scan the crowd as he’s shoulder to shoulder with his teammates. Their loud cheers ring in his ears. The familiarity is there, but this time it brings a new rush. He’s made it.

It’s in that moment that his eyes meet yours.

There’s strength behind them; a confidence built from the ground up. That’s new, but your gaze is still every bit as soft as he remembers. A shaky smile makes its way onto your face before you blink, a look of recollection present in your features. You whip your hand up out toward him, fingers crossed in a heart. The smile on your face morphs into a grin as you laugh, nostalgia lacing through your heart.

“Go win!” you mouth to him.

He grins, mimicking your gesture. He mouths back, “I love you too.”

You only nod, but it’s enough for him. He knows things won’t be easy. Time hasn’t been on his or your sides before, but he’s willing to take it step by step with you.

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shoguya · 3 years

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★ you reply “they’re busy” to them.

⤹ SUMMARY. how the hq boys would react to you texting them “they’re busy”

⤹ PAIRINGS. gn!reader x miya atsumu, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou

⤹ GENRES. crack, fluff

⤹ WARNINGS. like one cuss word i think, REACTION PICS

A/N: my ass is supposed to be on hiatus bc of finals but i had to make these jdksks

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imarizaki · 3 years

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[10:48 am]

atsumu coos at your baby girl.

if anyone were to see the confident msby setter now, they’d most certainly say that he was completely wrapped around his daughter’s chubby little fingers.

and it’s not like you could blame him, either. after all, you were also at your baby’s mercy. however, you wouldn’t say you were as whipped for her as your husband was.

and it showed.

she was barely a year old, yet atsumu would move heaven and earth for her. if anything, he seemed to be far more whipped for her than he was for you.

you wouldn’t complain about that, because you did tend to favor her more than your husband. but you weren’t going to tell him that.

still, it was quite a sight, seeing the great miya atsumu baby talking to a child who couldn’t even understand a word he was saying. how you wish you could capture this moment and frame it on the wall.

“‘tsumu,” you call out.

he hums, grabbing your baby’s arms and trying to get her to stand up on his lap.

“what are you doing?”

he looks up at you and a smile grows on his face.

“‘m teaching her how to stand up.”

you raise your eyebrows when you see your daughter’s legs shaking as she tries her best to stand on her father’s legs.

“is there any specific reason as to why she should know that right now?” your tone is laced with an amused tone.

atsumu’s smile falters.

to be honest, you already knew the reason. he just wanted to get bragging rights (as if he didn’t already have a majority of them).

he mutters something inaudible and a blush spreads through his face.

“what’s that, babe?” you tease and his blush intensifies.

“i said, ‘i want to be able to show her off.’”

you smirk, “isn’t that what you’ve been doing ever since she was born?”

he clicks his tongue, “you know what i mean.”

you walk over and sit next to atsumu. you almost burst into laughter once you see the look of betrayal in his face when your baby immediately reaches out for you.

“you little traitor,” he pouts, “i thought i was your favorite.”

you take your daughter from his arms and settle her on your lap.

“you’re her favorite until i’m within her reach,” you tease.

your husband grumbles. you give him a quick peck and his complaining stops as he tries to chase after your lips once more, only to get blocked by his daughter’s tiny fist hitting his jaw.

you laugh once you see the look on his face.

such little moments you wish would last forever.

but when you look at atsumu try to chastise your baby for hitting him, you can’t help but feel your heart feel warm at the amount of domesticity your husband oozes when he’s at home.

and you know he’d give anything to stay within the comfort of your home, where he’s surrounded by the people he loves.

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miyalove · 3 years

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⋆｡˚⁀➷ WRAPPED UP.

⤷ pairing. ceo!kuroo tetsuro x (female) secretary!reader

⤷ genre. fluff, smut, office au, friends with benefits au

⤷ warnings. swearing, taboo relationship, the use of princess as a nickname, possessiveness, messy sex, rough sex, begging, brief mentions of degradation, ass slapping, ass groping, teasing, (unexpected) sir kink, manhandling, dom!kuroo, sub!reader, power play, spitting, consumption of another person’s spit, lingerie, dirty talk, penetrative sex, sex without a condom (please be safe, kids), *unedited

⤷ note. this might be one of the dirtiest things i have EVER written... so i hope you enjoy! and of course, happy valentines day ♡

1.6k | what's a better valentine’s day gift for your boss than yourself?

the relationship you and kuroo have is a bit taboo. the secretary and the ceo. with the way you sway your hips with a little more emphasize when you leave his office, the way you laugh at all his jokes, the way your body dip downs (ass in the air looking absolutely perfect) to grab at fallen papers. of course, something was going to happen. you were practically betting on it.

but of course, it takes two to start the devil’s conga line.

it was kuroo who wanted you to stay later than usual. only you and him in his big office space and yet he urged you to stay, big hands rubbing at the inside of your thighs. it was him who insisted on how sexy you looked in the middle of meetings; your hair neatly tucked behind your ears, lips pouted and a fire behind your eyes that would make any man weak. it was kuroo that guided you to his desk, smile bright and eyes glowing with mischief because he knows he’s got you right where he wants you. you can’t complain though, you want it too.

he grabs at your waist turning you around so your thighs are firmly pressed against his desk. the lace you have on perfectly shapes your body. it presses at your delicate skin, digging and reaching into all the places kuroo wishes he could touch. he swears he could stare at you all day like this; bent over, dripping pussy on display just for him.

this was different though.

no matter how many times you walked in his office with your alluring eyes. kuroo prided himself on being professional. there was a natural attraction between the two of you, that much is obvious, but for the sake of his company, kuroo never made a move. the feeling of belittlement against you for ‘sleeping your way up’ would make him stay awake at night with guilt. however, tonight things were different. maybe it was the fact that this was your first valentines together or maybe fate just has a really niche sense of humor, but whatever the case; you’re still sopping wet and begging to be fucked.

his hands roam your body. he moves slowly, studying every curve and dip like you’re the latest from leonardo de vinci. ah yes, the redness from when i smacked her ass contrast perfectly to the color of her eyes. you’re beautiful. he desperately craves to say it but the words die on his tongue before he can speak. instead, he lets his actions talk.

“it’s too bad these have to go, princess.” a single finger traces your lace cladded entrance. the action alone has you whimpering. “i’ll buy you another set though.” you feel him shift from behind, body leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the small of your back.

one of his hands snake up to your neck, yanking at the roots of your tresses. the force makes you gasp. a mixture of pain, shock, and pleasure rushes through you. your head whips back in an uncomfortable position, but you’re able to see kuroo’s perfectly sculptured face, so really you have no complaints. “how do you feel about red?”

the sound of fabric ripping in half has you concern, at first. but kuroo tetsuro, for as long as you’ve known him has been a no bullshit kind of man. he teases and jokes but when it comes down to business, he’s a cutthroat beast. so it makes sense for him to move on as fast as he came.

there’s no time for you to wonder in astonishment at how he throws your (now useless) panties across his office. he’s already pulling out his cock and sinking into you until his body presses right against your back. naturally, your lips part into a pout that’s wrapped around a wanton moan. the stretch is sensational and the burn evens out the euphoria. he feels you up so well. you can feel his cock rub up against your walls, reaching spots within you that have never been touched by anyone else before. you understand now why your boss is no play and all business. when kuroo needs to, he’s not afraid to get down and dirty just like right now.

“this cunt was made for me.” is what he purrs into your ear. it’s embarrassing how much that affects you. the mere idea of being his has you clenching around his huge cock. his free hand rubs at your back, grabbing at the supple flesh on your ass. you can feel his nails dig into you, the coldness from his rings slightly soothing the pain.

“this ass was made for me too.” and to further cement his claim, he delivers a particularly hard thrust at the same time he smacks at your cheeks. the movement makes you fly forward, papers and other (probably very important things) slide off the top of his desk, but you don’t have time to care. not when the man of your dreams is fucking you so good. you’ll worry about the crumpled up project approval papers later.

“god, and that mouth.” he shifts to the side. the pressure on your head heightens while he pulls at your ends. your neck feels stiff and his thrust begin to shallow. his ring cladded fingers draw at your jaw, thumb playing with the entrance of your mouth.

“this pretty little mouth.” his lips brush against your own. his breath fans across your face. he’s so close to kissing you in fact if you moved just an inch closer you would– a fat glob of spit cuts you off. the sudden action made you flinch at first but kuroo made it very clear you could tell him to stop at anytime. his saliva comes down from his long tongue and slots within your mouth perfectly.

he clamps your jaw shut and you have no choice but to swallow him whole. “good girl, just like that.” he coaxes you while petting at your crown. when you finally open your mouth and all of him is gone, kuroo swears he could cum right then and there.

“you’re so fucking sexy. holy shit.” his shallow thrust began to get more punctuated now. you can’t hear anything besides the slapping of skin-on-skin contact. you don’t hear kuroo’s phone ringing for the third time. you don’t hear the bustling street life just below tetsuro’s flamboyant row of glass windows. all you can focus on is the intense pleasure that pumps through your veins. it makes you see stars with every thrust, makes your legs shake with every murmur of pretty girl. the white hot coil within you is thinning. it’s about to snap, you can feel it.

“te– tetsuro, please?”

“please, what, princess?” his voice is strained. he’s close too.

“please, can i come, sir?”

he can’t believe it. he must have died in the middle of the day and ended up in some kind of sex heaven with you as the starring role (not that he’s complaining). he has the a fantastic view of your ass bouncing, you swallow him down like the pretty slut you are, and you respond perfectly with every little touch, every little action. you’re perfect is what he concludes.

“fuck, yes.” his fingers dig into your sides. his grip is like a vice on your skin as he shoves himself deeper within you. “cum for me, princess.”

you feel his dick twitch and seconds later he’s cummings with a shaky sigh. you’re finally able to let go, you come at around the same time, milking his cock for every last drop. kuroo takes it upon himself to fuck you through your orgasm, a little slower this time, but it still has you breaking down.

he remembers the way you sauntered into his office, skirt a little too short and eyes practically begging for him. you must have known something was going to happen. there’s no way you just wear pretty pink lace to your everyday job. no, today was a special day for you and apparently for him too. when things finally get too much, kuroo tucks his softened cock back into his pants.

you’re hair is messy. it’s matted from all the sweat and tangled from all the times kuroo raked through your locks and pulled. your chest rises and falls quickly and your eyes are closed trying to concentrate. the blissful veil of sex is finally settling and yet you still look as gorgeous as ever. he’s left there staring at you like you’re the only thing that matters to him. like he wouldn’t mind waking up everyday to your face weather you’re smiling up at him or snoring up a storm.

when you shift to hop of the desk is when he finally makes a move. he grabs onto your waist, trying his hardest to steady himself so you’re able to balance too. your feet hit the floor and your legs feel like they’re gonna give out at any moment. they wobble under your weight. you can’t help but laugh. it’s a sweet, melodious tone that’s a little scratchy from your... previous actions, but still, he thinks it fits.

“what’s gotten you so giggly?” he guides you to one of his plush office chairs. as you walk, your body remains flesh against his.

“i just–,” your hues lock onto kuroo’s dark ones. “i wouldn’t mind if we did this again, yanno?”

he smiles down at you watching while you readjust your skirt back over your legs. you bend forward with you’re ass in the air. you must be doing it on purpose, he knows with the way you comically wiggle your hips. and he nods, “yes, i wouldn’t mind that either.”

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bbysamu · 3 years

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Running into your ex

featuring: MIYA Atsumu, KENMA Kozume

Genre: fluff

warnings: none!

a/n: reminds me of the one time I ran into my ex and I tried to hide between my friends bc ya girl be feeling extra ugly that day, but he still spotted me. Lesson learned: don’t hide from your exes because they will see you and it will be awkward

➴ MIYA Atsumu

it was a rare day where the coach gave the team a day off

so Atsumu decides the two of you need to go on a long overdue date

The county fair with the games, the food, the Ferris wheel seemed like the proper place for a proper date

“BABE” Atsumu yells in your ears as soon as you guys step into the fair grounds, “I SEE THE FUNNEL CAKES. Hurry lets go so I can take pictures and show them off to Samu. He’s gonna be so jealous”

will proceed to drag you to every food stand and force you take pictures of him eating each kind of delicious fairground food

The two of you pass by a booth with the cutest fox plush on the wall

“yo Tsumu that looks like you!” you point to the blonde fox on the wall

“do you want that?”

you look at him like 🥺🥺

“I got you baby”

You stopped short as you approach the booth, seeing the person in charge

“hey Y/N!” your ex grins at you

“hi...” you replied awkwardly

Atsumu looks at you curiously, “you know this guy?”

Your ex answers for you, “yeah I'm her ex-boyfriend. We had some fun back then didn’t we Y/N?”

You tugged on your boyfriend’s shirt, whispering, “let’s go, I don’t want the fox anymore”

You ex heard you, “awww Y/N, aren’t you the considerate girlfriend? Are you looking out for your boyfriend so he won’t be embarrassed in front of your ex when he misses all the targets?”

Atsumu stiffens besides you before grabbing one of the baseballs launching a perfect throw

your ex watches in surprise as the bottles were all knocked to the ground

“I'll take the blonde fox for my lady please”

You giggled as Atsumu grabs your hand and leads you away from your flabbergasted ex before turning back and yelling, “who’s the embarrassed one now?”

➴ KENMA Kozume

the two of you are spending a rare weekend outside of the house

there was a video game convention in town that you surprised Kenma with tickets to

although he stands in line with a bored expression on his face, you know the fact that he’s moving around means he’s excited

“babe stop moving around so much, it’s almost our turn”

“yeah I know, can we go check out the new fire emblem first when we go in?”

he looks at you expectantly

before you could answer, a familiar voice interrupts your conversation

“hey Y/n! what are you doing here?”

you turn around to see you ex, although you guys ended on good terms, it was a little awkward because he’s been messaging you a lot more frequently these past few weeks

“oh hey JJ, I'm here with my boyfriend.”

your ex’s demeanor changed suddenly, “boyfriend? you never mentioned a boyfriend”

you pull Kenma over, “this is my boyfriend Kenma”

Kenma had pulled out his Nintendo switch when you guys were talking, so he looks up and says a quiet hello

“yo what? this guy? I didn’t know you were into the geek type. No offense bro, but you’re kind of a downgrade”

Kenma ignores your ex, but deep down he’s a little rattled. He’s always felt like you were too good for him

You laughed out loud, surprising both Kenma and your ex

“JJ you serious? Kenma is a huge upgrade from you. And if you’ll excuse us, we’ve got a convention to go to.”

You grab Kenma’s hand before turning to your ex, “don’t contact me anymore”

Kenma walks besides you quietly

“thanks baby, I love you”

“I love you too. Now walk faster, lets get to the fire emblem booth before its too crowded”

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amjustagirl · 3 years

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ft. Sakusa Kiyoomi

Summary: Kiyoomi always knows what to do when your period arrives.

Pairing: Sakusa / f! reader

Genre: Unadulterated fluff

Warnings: A single allusion to sex

Wordcount: 383

Requests for this series: Open!

Link to Masterlist

A/N: for my sakusa stans - @moondaius @softsakusa and the lovely anon who was suffering from period cramps a few days ago

Kiyoomi watches you, eyebrow raised as you sob over an advertisement featuring a very cute dog who’s lost its owner. Ah, it’s time, he thinks to himself, watching you sniffle and rub absently at your lower back, complaining about your various aches and pains.

‘- And my stomach’s bloated. And I just feel so awful’, you whine, flopping boneless along the length of the couch, burying your wet face into the cushions.

His only response is a quiet hrm, and an absent ruffle of your hair. Then he disappears from his spot on the couch, and you mope at the loss of his very welcome body heat. You can hear him shuffle into the kitchen, hear the telltale sound of the electric kettle whirring, the fridge door opening and closing. But you’re so distracted by your discomfort that you don’t even bother to lift your head to see what he’s doing, so you startle in surprise when he sits back down next to you.

‘Here’, he says, handing you a steaming cup of ginger tea. ‘Drink, and you’ll feel better.’

You blink, but obediently sip the hot liquid, relaxing immediately as it settles your stomach. Then he arranges a hot water bottle against your back, and the heat soothes you, making you lean pliantly against his chest.

‘Your period is coming in approximately two days’, he tells you, with a quick glance at his smart watch. ‘That’s why you’re feeling this way’.

‘Should I be concerned that you know the timing of my period better than I do?’, you ask him teasingly, but hisses when your back gives another twinge of pain.

He kneads your back, rubs comforting circles against your shoulder blades. ‘It’s only logical to track that’, he tells you dourly, but there’s the shadow of a smile on his lips.

‘Psh. You’re just keeping track so you know when to schedule sex’, you accuse him. But there’s no heat in your words, and you tug at his arms to wrap around you like a cocoon.

His lips twist into a smirk. ‘I’m not denying that’.

You huff, slapping at his wrist playfully, but he just cradles you closer to his chest. The steady beat of his heart lulls you to sleep, aches and pains and bloating soon forgotten and eased.

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missmorosis · 3 years

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sick manager :)

-> feat. sugawara and kuroo

part 1 with bokuto, oikawa, and tsukishima here!

genre: fluff!

synopsis: y/n, the manager of her school’s volleyball team, finds herself sick after days of hard work, yet she still goes to school to support her team~

warnings: the reader is sick, and she passes out in kuroo’s scenario :))

pairings: sugawara x reader, kuroo x reader (separate!!)

total word count: 1.5k

a/n: OKAY SO HAHHSLKDFJ RIGHT WHEN I WAS WRITING THIS CHAPTER I GOT SICK W/ A FEVER- I THINK I JINXED MYSELF OMG

i tried to make the scenario KINDA different, but with the same idea hehe

anYWAYS i’m so sorry if this makes like zero sense AHSLDKF- i wrote a lot while i was sick SO ill blame it on fever delusion if it flops 😌

OH AND THIS IS FOR @haikyuuheartsclub ty for reading the first one and asking for a part 2 hehe <33

You getting sick was inevitable.

You knew that you were bound to get sick with all of the work you had been doing and all of the late nights you spent preparing volleyball strategies, planning practice tournaments for your team, or studying until your eyesight blurred.

Being your school's volleyball team manager was not only hard, but it was ridiculously time consuming. Not to mention that you were bombarded with schoolwork, and you had exams coming up. Your stress levels had never been higher, and you were practically living off of caffeine with the amount of sleep you were always lacking.

So when you woke up with a sick feeling and the worst headache, you weren't completely surprised. Annoyed would have been a better word.

You knew that your team was getting ready for an important tournament, so you would have to stay extra long for practice. Groaning as you got ready, you weren't sure you could make it through the day.

You sluggishly pulled on a hoodie and brushed your teeth, taking note of how warm you felt as you washed your face. Grabbing a thermometer, you quickly measured your temperature.

100.4 Fahrenheit. Not too bad... just a low-grade fever. You tried to shrug it off and ignored how disgusting your body felt. You slung a backpack over your shoulder and walked out the door, heading to school.

You waited at the bus stop, shaking your head to try and make the sickness go away. When the bus arrived a while later, you plopped down onto the closest seat and you couldn’t stop your eyes from closing. You were just so... tired...

You drifted off to sleep, the soft sound of the bus driving across the road comforting you.

...

“Uh, Y/N?” Someone was shaking your side, and you immediately lifted your head from the bus window you were leaning on. It seemed like you just closed your eyes a second ago... where were you now?

"Mm?" you hummed sleepily, blinking slowly. You rubbed your eyes as the sunlight filtered through the window, and it made you feel warmer than you already felt.

"Hey, sorry to wake you, but we’re already at school." You looked outside, and he was right; you saw Karasuno in the near distance.

Your brain processed the fact that Sugawara, a third year from Karasuno’s volleyball team, was sitting next to you. You saw his blurred figure lean next to you, and he brushed some hair out of your face. His fingers grazed against your forehead, but he quickly froze.

"Y/N- Y/N! Why is your forehead so hot?" He studied your face with concerned eyes, noticing how tired you looked.

"Hm? No, it’s not. It wasn’t that high when I checked... probably the sunlight..." you mumbled, leaning on the back of your bus seat behind you. You put a hand on your forehead, and it confirmed that you were indeed burning up; it was considerably warmer than earlier in the morning. You groaned and got up.

"You don’t look too good, don't you think you should go home-" Sugawara started, but you interrupted him.

"No, you need your manager today, you guys have a game soon," you said, your tone tired but strict. Sugawara eyed you anxiously, but you waved him off. "I'll be fine," you reassured him. Grabbing your backpack, you got up from your seat, heading for the bus’ exit.

Woah.

You knew you were sick, but you didn't think you would be this dizzy. Everything seemed to sway to one side, and you put one arm on the seat of the bus, leaning on it for support. You rested your head on your arm, and you felt Sugawara’s arm wrapping around you for support.

“Alright, now you have no choice. You’re taking a break, whether you like it or not, clearly something’s not okay,” he told you, and you were too lightheaded to argue. You just nodded along and he helped you back into your seat.

You clutched your head as you tried to make everything go away. Sugawara went to talk to the bus driver in the background, and miraculously, the driver made an exception for you.

“We’re ahead of schedule anyways,” the bus driver reasoned. He turned the bus around, heading back towards your house.

“Okay, now that that’s done, you can sleep if you want to. You could probably use the rest, I can only imagine how tired you are...” Sugawara said softly, and you gave a small nod. You scooted further down into the seats, making enough space for the boy to sit next to you. He gladly obliged, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you drifting off to sleep. Your head subconsciously drifted onto his shoulder, but he didn’t mind.

“Hey, Koushi?” you mumbled, your voice coated with sleepiness.

“Yeah? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing... I just wanted to thank you.” Your eyes remained closed, and Sugawara couldn’t tell if the blush on your face was from your fever... or something else?

“You need to take breaks, you know. You work really hard, it’s a wonder you haven’t dropped dead yet,” he said, half jokingly. “Thank you.” You smiled, and finally fell asleep.

Kuroo found you in the classrooms; your head was down, and your headache was terrible. You were almost asleep; you were trying your best to stay awake, and you weren't sure how long you could keep it up.

He was walking down the halls, casually glancing into your classroom to see if you were finished, and he softly smiled at the sight of you.

"Tired, Y/N?" Kuroo asked, smirking as he tapped your shoulder.

"Hm?" You lifted your head up, surprised at the unexpected touch. "Oh- Kuroo, shut up," you replied, rolling your eyes as you stretched. He laughed and grabbed your backpack for you, slinging it over his own shoulder.

“Ready for practice?” he asked, looking down at you. You nodded, and the two of you walked to the gym.

Your head was killing you with every step you took, but you had no choice but to ignore it. You looked to the distance, trying to ease your headache. Kuroo’s voice was slowly melting into background noise.

Suddenly you froze and stopped walking, earning a curious glance from Kuroo. You were forgetting something...

“Wait- where’s my... backpack?” You spotted it on the boy next to you, and you shook your head. “Sorry, forgot that you had it,” you said, with a sheepish laugh.

“Something wrong?” he frowned. “You’re acting distracted... more distracted than usual, anyways.” You shook your head, deciding to keep your sickness to yourself.

“I’m good, just tired,” you assured him. He nodded slowly, and walked into the gym, you following close behind.

Only you, Kuroo, and the coaches were in the gym; you were early. You flashed a quick smile as you waved hello.

"Great, you guys are early. I have a couple strategies to discuss," the coach said, gesturing to a whiteboard in front of him. The two of you nodded, and he began to explain.

"Alright... if we're going to win this next match..." he started, but you couldn't make yourself pay attention. The only thing on your mind was how your head wouldn't stop hurting, everything seemed to echo, and just overall how sick you felt.

"What do you think, Y/N?" Kuroo asked, quirking an eyebrow in your direction. You snapped out of your sleepy state at the sound of your name.

“Wha-” You blinked, looking around at all of the eyes on you. You tried to remember what the others were talking about... oh. Strategies. Right. "I just think we... we need to..." You looked at thr whiteboard, but you couldn't focus. You swayed to one side, blinking hard. The world really seemed like it was tilting to one side... "Woah, sorry-" you tried to say.

"Y/N?" You saw Kuroo reach out towards you as you slowly lowered down into a fetal position, resting your head on your knees. "Hey, Y/N? You okay?" You swallowed.

"Yea- yeah. Just... give me a second," you breathed. You felt Kuroo kneel down next to you, and you were right; someone's arm wrapped around you for support, and you knew it was Kuroo's. You knew you were safe as you lost consciousness, falling further into his arms.

...

You awoke, and the first thought was how bright the gym lights were... they weren't this bright before...

"Oh- Y/N! You're awake," Kuroo said, rushing over to you. He put the back of his hand on your forehead. "You're still burning..." he said with a frown.

"Sorry," you muttered. "I don't know, I've been sick all day and I guess I couldn’t handle it..."

"Why didn't you tell me you weren’t feeling well?" he asked, concern clear in his voice. You smiled softly.

"It wasn't important... besides I have manager duties to take care of," you said with a sigh.

"Not if I can help it." He picked you up in one swift motion bridal-style, smirking as you struggled to get down. "I'm not letting you down; I'm taking you home and getting you some proper medicine for this fever of yours. Health is more important than volleyball." You huffed and flopped into his arms in defeat.

"Fine." You leaned closer into Kuroo's chest, and he smiled, satisfied with your surrender.

"That's my girl." You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but smile.

A/N: THESE WERE NOT THE BEST- I ADMIT BDHDDJNDJEW

hopefully these weren't too bad though-

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MWAHH THANK YOU FOR READING!!

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oikadori · 3 years

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May I request Yaku, Oikawa & Kuroo - where their kid wakes them up in the middle of the night (wet the bed/hungry/scared of a storm or a monster in the closet) and how they would react?

I'm sorry if this doesn't make sense? I thought it would be cute ♡

-Honey🍯

REACTING TO THEIR KID WAKING THEM UP

⇢ includes: yaku, oikawa, kuroo, bokuto | PART II

⇢ genre//cw: fluff // timeskip spoilers

⇢ wc~ 0,6K

a/n: pleaseee this is so sweet!! i had to add bokuto bc he is just the best boy sksk i got so SOFT help!

reblogs are very appreciated <3

➔ Yaku was deeply asleep when he heard a weak voice near his ear. His eyes fluttered open and softened inmediatly when he saw his little son covering his mouth to not wake your sleeping self. Yaku straightens carefully and places his child on his lap before standing up, carrying him out of your room to keep the noise out. Switching on the lights in the corridor, Yaku asks what’s wrong with a frown that fades when the little kid answers in a mere whisper. “There’s a monster da’ ”. Yaku blinks at the words before smiling. He shakes his head as he tugs his son under the blankets and moves a chair next to the bed. When he sits, a small hand searches for his and Yaku is glad that no one is watching because he is sure he has the silliest of smiles on his face as he wraps the small palm in his own. His son squeezes his hand firmly and the feeling warms his chest, he doesn’t mind having a back pain in the morning as long as he makes his son feel safe.

➔ Bokuto was sleeping so soundly that it took your little son a couple of attempts to call his father’s attention. Tiny fingers poked the face of your husband causing his nose to scrunch up and his thick brows to furrow together. When his golden eyes finally opened, he found a couple of big eyes piercing through him. “Hey, hey what happened bubs?”, he repeats his trademark phrase in a tone that his teammates would find foreign. It’s less than whisper and Bokuto only catches the word “nightmare” but that’s enough to secure his son between his strong arms and his chest, pressing a light kiss on top of his head. His short arms loop around your husband’s neck and Bokuto can’t help smiling at the strength his little boy put on his grip. He keeps him close to his chest as he carries him to his own room and tucks him under the yellow sheets. Nightmares find it difficult to slide into your son’s head when his father’s heartbeat is the melody that drives him to sleep.

➔ He had you tightly pressed against him when tiny hands pulled his brown locks harshly. With a little whine he opened his eyes and turned around, facing fat tears rolling down his daughter’s puffy cheeks. “Are you okay princess? What’s wrong?”, he quickly jumps off the bed to kneel in front of her, a hand placed on one of her small shoulders, as the other cups her cheek. “ lightnings are scary!”,. He gives her a soft smile, his thumb brushing the tears away as he quietly coos “What does the princess want to do?”, an exact copy of your husband’s pout grazes her lips as she thinks for an answer, and Oikawa can’t hide the love in his eyes. Finally, she points at your shared bed, a dreamy smile settles on his face and he easily carries her to the bed, placing her between you and him. Oikawa caresses her hair as he hums lovingly, and if storms like these allow her to hear more lullabies from his dad then maybe they aren’t so scary.

➔ Kuroo was in his signature sleeping position, two pillows smushing the sides of his head when he felt an extra weight on his back. In the corner of his eyes, he spotted his daughter and a little grin formed on his lips. “What is it, kiddo?” his voice is raspy as he rolls on his side, his arm securing her on his chest. The playful smirk on his lips quickly disappears when he sees her little mouth pouting. Kuroo frowns in confusion until a little rumble coming from her tummy breaks the silence of the night. He chuckles at the flush on your daughter’s cheeks as he moves to the edge of the bed lifting her above his bare shoulders. The girly giggles mixed with the deep chuckles of your husband wake you from your sleep and you watch with a lovesick smile how she plays with his dark hair as they leave your room in direction to the kitchen in the important seek of a midnight snack.

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bellesowl · 3 years

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head over heels

- multiple characters

⤷ kuroo, iwaizumi, atsumu, sakusa

genre: fluff!! ; established relationship

synopsis: in which they realize how head over heels they are for you

word count: 1.4k total :))

warnings: very very slight manga spoilers in iwa’s, i kinda curse a little

- a/n: hi! this is very very late for valentines but i wanted to post it anyways! also, this is very cheesy but when is anything i write not cheesy anyways? & please, i literally write for the same four people BYEE. oh & thank u @omisluvr for beta-ing this ily mwah

- kuroo tetsurou

he falls for your quick wit & intelligence

we all know that kuroo is known for his wit and for being a big, big nerd LMAOAKJSC

i think he would appreciate a s/o who’s on his level academically & could compete with him, esp cause he’s so competitive

and we know how quick with his words this man is- it’s probably one of the reasons tsukishima actually listens to this mf tbh

i feel like he would want a s/o who could bite back and put him in his place every once in a while

probably finds it super hot

“tetsurou!” you yell, glaring at him.

he raises his hands in alarm, amusement and mischief swimming in his eyes. he had embarrassed you in front of the whole class, immediately correcting you when you claimed that the reaction on the board was an endothermic reaction when in reality, it was an exothermic reaction. sure, he was right, but he didn’t have to point it out like that!

“what?” he questions, “it’s not my fault you lacked docosapentaenoic acid when you were a child.” he finishes with a smug smirk on his face.

the scowl on your face morphs into a smirk at his words and his own falls at your face. “i think you mean docosahexaenoic acid, oh wise one?” you ask, sarcasm dripping from your tone.

he recovers quickly, yelling about how easy it is to mistake the two. at your laugh, he realizes just how lucky he and whipped he is for you because this? he wouldn’t trade this for the world.

- iwaizumi hajime

he falls for your independence

lord knows that having to deal with oikawa practically all his life + the seijoh third years, my man would not be able to deal with a s/o who is super dependent on him

sure, he finds it cute when you’re being clingy & want a hug or a kiss but someone who constantly insecure or is just overall emotionally dependent on him - i feel like it would be a slight turnoff

now, if you feel insecure, tell him because he would also def appreciate your honesty and that wouldn’t necessarily be seen as a problem

it becomes a problem when you push all your problems onto him and expect him to fix it

but a s/o who can work out their problems on their own but still comes to him for advice and support?

yeah, he’s def in love

you hear a knock on your door and quickly move to open it, hoping it’s who you think it is.

“hey love,” hajime sighs as you usher him into your home, “i’m so sorry i’ve been so busy lately, with volleyball and all the extra applications to be able to move to the states, it’s been a lot.”

you nod, understanding written on your face. “don’t worry about it babe, i get it! do you need any help with anything?”

he shakes his head, instead choosing to wrap his arms around you, nuzzling his nose in your hair and breathing in your intoxicating scent. “being with you is enough. i really am sorry though, did you need anything?”

you shift slightly, guiding him over to the couch and cuddling up to him there, “all i need is this, hajime.”

he kisses the top of your head and while you both talk about everything and nothing, and it hits him that this is it. you’re it for him - because when he’s with you, he feels like he’s home.

- miya atsumu

he falls for your unrelenting support

i think we all know that atsumu was left out a lot as a kid & i think that one of his biggest fears is that his loving s/o secretly prefers his brother like everyone else

so he probably tries to scare you off by showing his ugly side first- like constantly arguing with you or canceling dates in favor of an extra hour or two of volleyball practice- and you stay?

he realizes that no matter what, you won’t leave him

“oi! what are ya still doin’ here, slug?” osamu yells, walking into the gym.

“what do ya think? havin’ a tea party?” atsumu quips back, annoyed that his brother interrupted his practice.

osamu grabs a ball by his feet and chucks it at his brother. “do ya even know what time it is?” at atsumu’s look of confusion he decides that you’re too good for his idiot brother. “it’s already past 8, you’re late for yer movie date with y/n.”

atsumu’s eyes widen and osamu rolls his eyes at his brother’s frantic form, trying to clean up and get out of there as quickly as he can. “just go, i’ll stay to clean up.” osamu sighs, “but you owe me onigiri for a week!”

back at your house, you’re sitting on the couch, patiently waiting for your boyfriend- who’s late, again. you jump at the frantic knocks at your front door and you open it to a very sweaty, very disheveled atsumu.

“shit sorry babe! i left my phone on the bleachers and lost track of time but-” you cut him off with a kiss. his eyes widen before fluttering shut.

“go shower, tsumu- you stink!” you laugh at his scowl “we can probably still get a couple movies in before my parents get back home.”

he nods, “i really am sorry babe. i didn’t mean to come late, i just got so caught up in my serves and sets and i-”

“it’s fine love, you have to practice to get better, i understand. i would never tell you to skip out on something so important to you when you make sure to come see me in the end anyway.” you interrupt him, “and besides, i love to brag about how my boyfriend is one of the best setters in the nation” you add with a wink.

he gives you a peck on the cheek before heading towards your bathroom, thinking about how lucky he is to have you by his side. he decides that this will be the last time he’s late because god forbid he does something to ruin something as precious as this.

- sakusa kiyoomi

he falls for your respectful and understanding attitude

my poor baby

probably had to deal with getting so much shit for his germophobic preferences

so when you guys started dating he def asked you to respect his boundaries

and when you did without questioning him?? or making fun of him??

he was shocked because even his own cousin would have something to say about his proclivity for extreme cleanliness

you walk into the huge stadium, eyes searching for a mop of black hair, slightly terrified of getting lost. out of the corner of your eye, you see a flash of neon green & yellow.

“komori!” you yell, hoping he could hear you over the excited chatter all around. you see him whip his head around, trying to find the source of the sound. you yell a couple more times, jumping up and down like a lunatic. he finally spots you and smiles, walking over.

“oh, hey! are you here for kiyoomi?” he asks with a mischievous glint in his eyes, already leading you over to where your boyfriend is, “but i have no clue why you would look for him in the middle of the floor. don’t you know your boyfriend by now?”

you slap him lightly on the arm but excuse yourself when you see your boyfriend hiding in the corner with the most hateful glare on his face. as you walk away and towards him, you notice komori walking over to a tall, dark-haired boy. that must be the setter omi was telling me about, you think. you brush it off, deciding you’d bring it up another time and you tap your boyfriend lightly. the glare he gives you almost makes you want to drop dead right there but you notice how his eyes soften and his overall demeanor brightens.

he pulls you towards him, surprising you and everyone watching, and mumbles into your ear, “i thought you had a tutoring session?”

you pull back slightly and notice how he leans down, practically asking for a kiss. you peck his cheek before giggling, “i wanted it to be a surprise! are you surprised? did you miss me?”

he rolls his eyes before pulling down his mask and kissing you properly. “yes and ... yes” he answers, a light blush apparent on his cheeks.

“awwww! you have a crush on me!!! no, you looove me!! that’s so embarrassing!!” you laugh and he shakes his head but silently agrees because yeah, if the permanent butterflies and erratic heartbeat are any indications, he does love you. and he doesn’t plan on stopping for the rest of your lives.

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