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el-costae · 27 days

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i wanna meet new people how does one connect with strangers online at this time of age

#it's like #evening for me rn #and i wanna talk to random strangers about common interests #by that i mean just haikyuu #literally haikyuu #and honkai star rail #and anything as long as i put my mind to it

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mad-serotonin · 2 months

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Take It Easy☀️

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beybuniki · 5 months

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the quiet twin

#theyre so funny where is their spin off #also the way atsumu pesters him is so osomatsu coded literally does the same thing as oso in that one skit #haikyuu!!#miya osamu #miya atsumu

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ghost-recs · 2 months

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Sakusa Timeskip Recs

this is for you lovely @dontmindtheevie. thank you for your support and patience pookie!

the video call incident by @reverie-starlight

synopsis: you and sakusa enjoyed the secrecy of your relationship. after all, you both didn't want to imagine what would happen if the terrible three ever found out.

oneshot filled with humor, insults, and fluff. it made me unattractively cackle a couple times.

no secretes here by bunnytime [ao3]

synopsis: sakusa's teammates like to think they all know each other pretty well. how could they not know that sakusa was in a relationship? let alone married??

this mini series is so cute! pure fluff and msby chaos!

mine by @taeyamayang

synopsis: you always loved watching sakusa's games and supporting him. however, you didn't love what sakusa had set up for you.

oneshot, maybe a little ooc? but so adorable.

untitled oneshot by @chosobaby

synopsis: there's just one aspect of volleyball that sakusa does not enjoy...

lil "what if" scenario that i just love to think about!

specially made by @luvring

synopsis: you swear sakusa does not understand the point of a surprise. but you're not complaining.

dating pro-player sakusa scenario. just pure fluff

another untitled oneshot by @omi-boshi

synopsis: sakusa does not like answering his phone when he's on break. however, when it's you calling, curiosity gets the better of him.

reader just being a thorn in sakusa's side, but he's too down bad for you to complain.

Fresh Linens by emilyisfictional [ao3]

synopsis: your boyfriend is gone way too often, the only option is to steal his hoodies and sweaters. you hate that he washes them so often.

agh just more fluff and sakusa boyfriend scenarios that leave me melting

Drawing Our Moments by EdenxWrites [ao3]

synopsis: sakusa recalls the days he fell in love with you.

not entirely post-timeskip. has some flashbacks to high school but present day is set after high school. this oneshot caught me off guard.

hello, neighbor by @demxnscous

synopsis: you gain a new neighbor and he seems...interesting enough. well, his friend is definitely a character.

a meet-ugly oneshot that i wish had more parts...but ig that's what my imagination is for.

i also want to bring some attention to this fic: change of heart by heartcondemned [ao3]

i haven't finished reading it yet, but i'm really enjoying it. i also hesitate to rec it because it is unfinished and doesn't look like it will be... but give it a try if you're cool with that!

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your-local-granny · 1 year

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somehow the conversation with kageyama goes worse (based on this post!!)

#literally get help djshjlhfd #kenma is doing his best but oh my god there's only so much you can do #kagehina #kghn #hq #haikyū!!#haikyuu #hinata shouyou #kozume kenma #ryunosuke tanaka #portal art 💕🌸🌤

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kiwanopie · 1 year

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Sakusa just looks like he falls asleep with his big ass hand on ur tit. It’s not even sexual at this point he just does it cause he can. As soon as he scoots in behind you to get himself comfortable the first thing he does is slide his hand up ur shirt and grabs a handful before belting himself to your back and clocking out a second later. And it’s not even limited to the bedroom, sometimes he’ll just be on the phone and see you standing in the kitchen making a snack and you’ll just feel the bottom of your shirt lift a little before his fingers are dipping under the cup of ur bra. The guy isn’t even necessarily a tit man, he just does it because you’re his

#he’s literally scolding Atsumu over the phone for not taking anything seriously while rolling your nipple between his fingers???#he acts like it’s completely normal like bro im not a stress toy #pls don’t sit on his lap while u tell him about your day he’s already lifting ur shirt and popping one in his mouth like what is ur problem #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #hq sakusa #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa fluff #sakusa smut #k/kiyoomi slander #haikyuu smut #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader

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verlierer-is-lost · 13 days

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Close enough, welcome back Hinata and Kageyama

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torusdove · 2 months

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These men would happily watch any Barbie movie with you. Will they admit that? No, absolutely not. Will they, however, watch the film from beginning to end without missing even a single second? Yes, absolutely.

They might've been skeptical the first time you offered it, but overtime they didn't complain and instead.. fully enjoyed the new Friday tradition. In fact, if you get into bed and put something else on, they might ask you themselves to put on a Barbie film instead.

"You enjoy them wholeheartedly, sweetheart. I like spending time with you regardless of what we're doing."

They're full of crap, and you know this too. Still, they're your own little princesses which you'd do anything for to amuse them.

That includes "believing" them when they tell you they enjoy watching the films for you, and not themselves.

Satoru Gojo, Yuuji Itadori, Choso, Tetsurō Kurō, Tadashi Yamaguchi (he does admit it, though), Tōru Oikawa, Takahiro Hanamaki, Kōtarō Bokuto, Rintarō Suna, Atsumu Miya, Kazuha, Thoma, Childe, Kaeya, Itto, Rafayel (lnd) + your favourite.

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lowkeyremi · 6 months

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when your boyfriend atsumu meets your best friend oikawa it does NOT go well.

you would think their personalities are similar so they'd get a long.

but oh how wrong that was. their egos are both huge so it's like two male peacocks fighting for dominance.

"well they're MY best friend. i met them before you even did! also your dye job is horrendous." oikawa would say to tsumu and he's not even phased because everyone always has something to say about his hair.

"I don't wanna to hear anythin' from someone who didn't make it to nationals at all in high school!!" atsumu would bite back because he plays dirty.

"tsumu! why would you say that??" you're behind atsumu not trying to get into the argument but that was such a low blow you just had to say something.

oikawa would just laugh with venom in his tone, "i bet they didn't tell you I was their first kiss, huh?" oikawa's arms are crossed and he's smiling like a villain.

atsumu whips his head around to look at you, "baby is that true??" shit. there's that pout of his.

"well.. yeah but like we were just trying things out back then... uh it was before i even met you tsumu." you respond nervously.

"i'm so sorry ya had to kiss such 'n ugly person, baby." your eyes about pop out of your skull.

"atsumu stop! babe this is just-"

"they didn't seem to think i was too ugly because they leaned in for another kiss afterward and it turned into a hot make out sesh." the memories come flooding back into your brain of the time you had made out with your best friend.

atsumu is seeing red now, "shut yer trap! they're with me and they love my kisses wayyyy more than yers which is why we're dating and yer just the best friend."

rest assured iwaizumi had finally come back from the bathroom and split the two apart.

"quit it you knuckle heads!! you clearly have a type, why'd you have to go for the snotty obnoxious guys??" he asks you with a roll of his eyes. he's also in the middle of them to keep a fight from breaking out not that you think they'd get physical. both are capable of leaving someone mentally damaged.

"i have no clue iwa, but thank you. let's go atsumu, you're not getting out of this one. i'll call you later, toru!" you drag atsumu by his arm and he's muttering nonsense about hating oikawa.

a/n: i based this off of this :3

#i swear they would fight each other #i remember i used to watch those haikyuu text stories and kawa + tsumu were always besties #i think i like it better when they're rivals tho #cuz they're literally the same person just different fonts #anyway...#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #oikawa torū #oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa toru x reader

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emmyrosee · 1 year

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Kuroo Tetsuro was put on this earth to have children.

Before your little twins were even a thought, he’d look longingly at young couples with kids, watching with the most dazed expression. He was always the first to smile at infants, wave at toddlers, and if the accompanying parents seemed to welcome his affections, he’d ask the young children questions.

So, the gods blessed him with twins. And 9 times out of 10, he’s the most thorough father you’ve ever known, and he’s so quick to know which child needs what, when, and why.

Right now, however, is the 1 out of 10. And it’s funny.

“There’s a tiny human at the end of our bed,” he whispers against your head, the raspiness of his voice rumbling against your temple.

“I sincerely hope you mean one of our children.”

Your joke makes Tetsuro laugh, slowly sitting up to peek at the cutest intruder in your doorway.

“Good morning, baby,” he mumbles, thick fingers pressing into his eyes to rub the sleep from them. You smile at your daughter at the foot of your bed, sleepily gazing at your little girl. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good, dadda,” she mumbles around her pacifier.

“Yeah? Where’s your sister?”

“Sleepin’.”

“She’s still sleeping?” He says, yawning softly, an arm wrapping around you to pull you closer. “How come you’re not still sleeping?”

“Bluey!” She squeals excitedly, pointing at the tv in your room.

This, has your husband’s eyes furrowing. His body shifts slightly, and his eyes dart to span over her tiny frame.

“You want to watch Bluey?” He asks, and you cock your brow up at him in confusion for his confusion.

“Uh-huh!” She crawls onto the foot of your bed with a finger extended to the big screen, “Bluey, please?”

“What’s wrong?” You whisper, grabbing the remote and clicking the tv so your tiny child is occupied.

Tetsuro leans over, pulling you close, enough to where his warm breath spans over your face.

“I don’t know which one that is,” he whispers, and you let out a soft snort.

“You really don’t know?”

“I know Hanako likes Bluey, but Hanae’s favorite pair of pj’s is the one that’s being worn right now.”

Your eyes flick back down to the figure at the bottom of your bed, who indeed, is wearing Hanae’s favorite green pajamas (Hanako’s are yellow), but is watching Bluey like no one’s business (Hanae immensely prefers paw patrol).

And in his defense… they are twins.

Looking the same is kind of what they do.

“What about her eyes?” You whisper back. Hanae has eyes like her fathers, while Hanako’s are more akin to yours.

“Couldn’t get a good look, it’s too early!”

“Pacifier color?”

“Baby they switch those regularly, you know better than to ask.”

Chewing on your lip, your eyes shift over your child’s excited eyes watching the tv. It’s true, if they weren’t identical enough, now they have to go and switch the few things that make them different.

“Who are you?” Tetsuro asks to no one, though it does make you giggle.

Then, you smile and slowly sit up, patting your husband’s chest lovingly. “Hey stinky,” you call, and you watch her messy black hair swish as she turns to face you. “Who do you like to hang out with more, uncle ken or uncle ko?”

The tiny human beams around the pacifier in her mouth, “uncle ko! ‘Cause he plays pirates with me in ‘da pool!”

You and tetsuro look at each other and grin.

Hanae.

Hanako was absolutely whipped for her uncle kenma.

“We should see him soon, shouldn’t we?” You ask, watching as Hanae bounces excitedly.

Tetsuro rolls his eyes as he sits up, “not before we see uncle Kenma, he’s already pouty that you like uncle Koutaro more, and I gotta hear about it.”

“Of course she likes him more,” you tease, slipping out of bed to start the day. “Hanae is practically attached to Koutarou’s leg; she told us she was going to marry him one day, remember?

“Gonna marry Uncle Kou one day!” Hanae chirps. “N’ Hanako’s gonna marry Uncle Kenma, ‘nd we’re all gonna marry Uncle Kei, and-“

“Do not do this to me so early,” Tetsuro groans, patting the bed for the little girl to snuggle with him. She does, with a happy little noise and a quick scurry close to him, and you can only watch with a smile as they watch Bluey together in the rays of the sun before shuffling off to make breakfast.

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carissime · 9 months

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Is there anything hotter than your fav going, “Aww, baby, I know…” in such a condescending tone as he’s absolutely railing you.

#that’s it #that’s the post #literally just brainrot I get from hearing one (1) voice line #Gojo smut #Geto smut #Nanami smut #Atsumu smut #Osamu smut #Bokuto smut #kuroo smut #Kenma smut #jjk smut #haikyuu smut #whoever else you want my brain is tired

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waveoftheocean · 1 year

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been thinking about brazil hinata recently so here he iiissss

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hinata shouyou #hinata #hinata shoyo #hq!!#my art #mine #i??? actually don't think i've ever drawn brazil hinata before????????#which is INSANE #THAT ARC HAD AND STILL HAS SUCH A HOLD ON ME #ahh...wish i could go back and relive the experience of reading the last couple of haikyuu arcs for the first time all over again #but also i feel so LUCKY that i was able to read them as they were coming out #amending my tags to add that i HAVE DRAWN BRAZIL HINATA BEFORE #literally the post i queued for his bday right before this one #facepalm #but this is the first i've drawn him in his beach uniform (i..think. if my goldfish memory isn't fooling me again)

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joyaphoria · 1 year

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bokuto literally does anything with your pussy because his impulsive thoughts just take over. like u could be chilling on your bed together and in less than a second there's a huge figure underneath the sheets, between your legs. you lift up the sheet to give bo a questioning glance, but he's quick to yank your nightgown up over your hips, pull your panties down, and just press his face against your plush cunt. you'll jump and drop the sheet to gasp and arch upwards, but thats really all it is. you have to stifle a laugh when you hear the sound of a deep inhale, and lift back up the sheets to find out what your baby is doing under the covers. honestly, you're not surprised to find bokuto just breathing in and out, his nose almost flush against your pussy. "so intoxicating," he'll sigh, his hands gripping both sides of your hips as he just breathes your cunt, and you have to sigh and lie back, wondering what the hell's gotten into him this time.

#—joylovesyou #mdni #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu smut #hq smut #bokuto kotarou #bokuto koutaro #bokuto #bokuto smut #bokuto x reader #bokuto thirst #haikyuu thirsts #boktuo x reader smut #literally my intrusive thoughts bye

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chimielie · 11 months

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what it is

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

word count: 1.3k

cw: nothing, oikawa in glasses

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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kimbapisnotsushi · 7 months

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haikyuu is NOT realistic!!!! and it's not because of the underdog plotline or the insane athletic skill or funky character designs but because in the timeskip everyone gets a job that they are perfectly content with and more or less suits them to a tee and don't seem concerned for their futures whatsoever all before the age of thirty

#okay except maybe makki. but he's chilling so whatever #it is literally the thing i am most jealous about in hq #do i wanna be hinata with muscles that could smash watermelons in half and traveling the world to play volleyball??#no i wanna be a side character with a stable job and financial stability who has time to hang out with their friends!!!!#GOD i wish that were me #also hey guys sorry for awol!!#it was a little bit shit both inside and outside my life #and posting might be the only bit of nonhopelessness that i've got so!! going to slowly make my way back into it #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #sou says stuff

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kisskawa · 1 year

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— apollo

ushijima feels heavy.

it’s the first day off from the season and whilst you’d been content just to lay in bed for too long and amble slowly around the house, ushijima had been adamant in going out for “a proper date.” it’d been too long since one, time filled by countless early morning practices where he tore himself from your side and lonely evenings where you longed for his presence.

you wonder as you lay under the sunshine, empty bag strewn beside your shoes and stray blades of grass poking at your ankles, how ushijima had known this would feel so different. as if by being outside, the activity had become entirely dissimilar from your original plans.

now, ushijima’s head rests in your lap, hands tucked under his frame as he faces inwards, cheek pressed against the meat of your thigh. it makes you smile, knowing that for all his reliance on his hands, ushijima had found it fit to hide them away when with you. they’d taken a battering over the last few months and you didn’t seem to mind letting ushijima borrow yours as he took the time to heal.

with little to currently do, your fingers have found purchase in his hair, raking through over and over until his mind is soothed and there are soft rows breaking up olive locks.

when you pause contact for a split second, fingertips leaving a lasting impression on ushijima’s scalp, a tiny noise escapes the back of his throat. it’s somewhere between a mix of a whine and a sigh, and yet ushijima can’t find it in himself to feel embarrassed, all too unhappy at the loss of your touch.

you return with a flower. plucked gently from the grass beside your blanket, you tuck the stem behind wakatoshi’s ear with a satisfied hum.

the new sensation has ushijima opening his eyes, gaze bleary and dazed. his mind feels syrupy, thick with joy and affection. any coherent thought has since left and every action, every blink feels sluggish and slow. enveloped by both the sun’s heat and yours, ushijima doesn’t think he can move a single limb. he knows he doesn’t want to.

your lips move without ushijima hearing, his eyelids fluttering and lashes kissing at his skin.

ushijima’s lack of reaction has you tilting your head to one side, bottom lip jutting out into the softest of pouts. looking up at you, wakatoshi can’t help but stare. the sun sits behind you, framing you with a pretty halo and illuminating your whole being. it makes you look romantic in a way ushijima never really did have the words for, like an old painting or idyllic melody. and though able to reach out a dependable hand and brush skin against skin, wakatoshi can’t quite believe you’re truly real.

“did you hear me?” you break his spell, voice enchanting and honeyed.

wordlessly, wakatoshi shakes his head, mouth feeling as if sugar had cloyed behind his teeth and on his tongue. the skin on his cheek pulls as he takes the chance to angle himself upwards, now able to drink in more of you. he tries his best not to get distracted this time round.

“didn’t think so,” you murmur, cheeky grin stretching your lips, “said you look pretty with that flower there, ‘toshi.”

it’s a losing battle. wakatoshi’s head sinks back down at the compliment, entirely pleased. and as his eyes droop comfortably shut once more, warmth radiates noticably from his cheeks. it feels like sunlight.

#ushijima #haikyuu #ushijima x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #ushijima fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons #ushijima scenarios #ushijima imagine #ushijima drabble #ushijima headcanons #ushijima hcs #ushijima wakatoshi #cant believe i havent written for toshi on here yet literally sick!!!!

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