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jasminebythebay · 1 month
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a long awaited battle 🐦🐈🏐
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hinata-boke · 1 year
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Drawing a randomly generated Haikyuu character (almost) every day until I give up 14. Nishinoya Yuu
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itadori-san · 1 year
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drink your school and stay in milk, kids!
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kakashihotakes · 1 year
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@ANIMANGACREATORS CHALLEGNE #1 🏐 FAVORITE ANIMANGA 🏐 HAIKYUU!!
PART TWO | PART THREE
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emmyrosee · 8 months
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What’s up homeslice. I’m here because I’m on a Haikyuu bender and I know you’ve got the sweet sweet hookup.
So hear me out… I am a taller individual(5’8 to be more precise). We see a lot of content out there for ladies of average or shorter stature(I love all you small people out there, don’t you dare think otherwise) so I beseech thee: nishinoya, yaku, hoshiumi, Kenma, atsumu, hell maybe even suna. Any of these wonderful gents just being absolutely infatuated with a tall(ish) s/o.
If you don’t wanna do it, no worries my dude, I can smell what yer steppin in and I respect it, no problemo. Love peace and bacon grease my homie ✌️
Oh HELL YEAH MATE!!!! 5’9 representative 🥳🥳 also I want to eat this prompt for breakfast how could I NOT take it the hell you think this is??
Also as always my pieces are in timeskip but the gifs give me some organization so don’t @ me
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Listen. Nishinoya would be in straight denial that you’d have reciprocated feelings for him because like. You’re you, okay; he worships the ground you walk on, but now knowing that you truly are into it, it increases tenfold.
“This isn’t even cat walking. This is goddess walking. This is queen walking. Here-“ he drops to his knees to give the ground, be it on cement or hardwood at home, a quick playful dust with his hands, shaking his head and relishing in the laugh you let out. “How could I possibly let my queen walk on the filth left behind by me?”
“Truly,” you snicker, and you lean down to meet him halfway for a kiss, which he rises on his haunches to reciprocate. “But I like your mess.”
“I like you,” he mumbles against your lips.
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Yaku. My underrated loml. There’s minimal I wouldn’t do for this man. He’s so good to you and confident in himself that flirting with you came easy- turns out that you flirting back was his weakness.
He’s a complete victim of the psychology okay, you’re already taller than him, you already rock your height and are proud of it that you two just click.
And he’s so protective of you, it drives you wild; he knows your comfortable in your height, you far need him for protection, but that’s not the point. If anyone dare say anything about his beautiful lady, be it in any way but respectful, he truly turns into an attack dog, letting you watch in satisfaction as he completely tears apart whoever look at you the wrong way.
There was an incident you had to patch him up after a fight. But the way dazed and adoring eyes looked up at you, smiling a bloody smile and re-splitting his lip that almost makes his rare altercations worth it.
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HOSHIUMI!!!! IS!!!! A NEW LOVE OF MINE!!!! CAME OUTTA NOWHERE FOR REAL!!!
And I so love to think he put the moves on you first, just flirting and sending you playful vibes because he’s a short king who’s confident in his height, and god it has you completely whipped.
He’s always so quick to hype you up in very Nishinoya-fashion, and he’s so unapologetic about having you on his arm, that anytime you enter a room, he not only opens the door for you, he steps ahead and yells out a swift “EXCUSE ME EVERYONE! Out of the way, please! Queen coming through!”
The sheer volume does have people parting to let you both come in, your hand laced with his and proud smirk on his face.
There’s very seldom a time that his cheeks aren’t completely painted with stains of tinted lip balms or lipstick, and he wears them like a badge of honor as you bend down to give them.
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Woof. Atsumu. What else can I say about my pretty, goofy, dumb blonde?
What else can I say about the way he completely melts when you wear his jerseys, because they fall just slightly against your hips and when you reach up, a sliver of your skin comes out?
What else can I say about the way his eyes never leave you for long, be it when you’re in two day old sweats, or gown he splurged god knows how much on just to see you wear it?
What else can I say about how you rest your head on his shoulders while in line at the market, and he takes selfish inhales of your scent?
God. GOD.
Marking him up with lipstick and glossy marks isn’t foreign, even getting so cocky he merely taps his cheek no matter where you are, for a show offy kiss just to flex your height to everyone watching.
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Okay. You know what’s up. Kenma is the og. He’s the number one. I LOVE this man. And he LOVES hyping you up in possessive, hot ways. For eXAMPLE, there’s a picture of you on his Instagram where you’re dawned in heels in preparation for a banquet for his sponsorships, towering over him with your back facing the mirror in your stunning form, and he’s merely smirking back into the camera. It looks chic, it looks smooth, and the caption has his entire fandom in a tizzy: “mom and dad say sit.”
Sure enough, when the comments are filled with suggestive comments and tons of “SORRY MOMMY-“ you scold him for his cheeky post, but secretly love the attention.
One time, you posed as Lady Dimitrescu, towering high over him, and he as Ethan Winters and by the time you woke up the next morning, it quickly rose to his most popular post.
What can he say? He likes being walked like a dog.
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*sneezes* Suna’s is a lil dirty so minors pls go away for this part on, but here’s a Suna gif to make up for it
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But. BUT-
I just relish in the thought of him not making you lift a finger; treating you like royalty for simply existing.
It’s why he never says anything as he sees you dressing up for sponsor events, instead guiding you to sit down while he fetches the brand new heels that go with the brand new dress he spoils you with. He tugs the seam of his pants up slightly before getting down on one knee and grabbing your foot and slipping the shoe on for you. His hands are gentle, and his lips leave adoring kisses along your knees and calves, tongue laving over your nylon covered flesh feverishly.
It makes you sink your teeth into your lip and tighten your thighs in need.
“You are fucking breathtaking,” he pants, letting his bottom lip draw along the length of your shin.
“I know, baby,” you whisper, matching his tone dominantly.
“You never cease to amaze me; made by the fucking gods, truly.”
“Rintaro-“
“Worship every inch of skin on this body-“
“We’re going to be late,” you snicker, rising to your feet and getting accustomed to the added five inches. He doesn’t move, merely smiling up at you, and you can practically see the invisible tail wagging behind him.
“I could stare at you forever,” he rasps. “I’d pay a sponsor to move his charity event if it meant I could rip this dress off you right now, make you scream my name.”
You giggle easily as he does, finally, get up, looking up at you with a bite of his lip. “If you behave tonight,” you begin, and he lets his eyes glaze over you one more time.
“I’ll let you.”
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the-chikyuu-times · 9 months
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thehaikyuuzone · 4 months
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rubydragon16 · 1 year
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ɴɪꜱʜɪɴᴏʏᴀ ʏᴜᴜ ★ ᴋᴀʀᴀꜱᴜɴᴏ'ꜱ ✧ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ᴅɪᴇᴛʏ ☆ (ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 10) ♥
             ☆.。.:* ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ɴᴏʏᴀ-ꜱᴀɴ❣ .。.:*☆
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They're here🥹🥹🥹 his teammates, his friends, his brothers🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹they're all here🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
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cloudpierced22 · 1 month
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𝒩𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓎𝒶'𝓈 ℒ𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈
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Yu Nishinoya x Fem!Reader
Warnings: blowjob, restraint mention, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, doggy style, masturbation, exhibitionism, body worship, overstimulation, teasing, cock description
NSFW Alphabet
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A = Aftercare = His aftercare is very sweet, and he’ll race to get you what you need no matter what. Like whatever it is, he’ll handle it.
B = Body Part = He really can’t choose with you. He really likes everything about you. However, when you ask, he changes his answer every time. On himself, he’d definitely say his hands because of how much you love them.
C = Cum = He does love when his cum is inside your pussy or in your mouth. However, painting your tits and stomach are hot to him as well.
D = Dirty Secret = He’s thought about mayhaps tying you to the headboard and either eating you out or fingering you till he’s satisfied.
E = Experience = I would say not very experienced. However, his determination very much makes up for the lack of experience.
F = Favorite Position = His favorite position is probably doggy style. He really loves absolutely pounding into your pussy, watching your ass bounce from his thrusts. Plus, when you look back at him, he’ll almost cum on the spot.
G = Goofy = He will totally joke around with you. He knows that sometimes it’s awkward or funny, so he’ll crack some jokes or laugh at a humorous situation.
H = Hair = It’s not a huge priority for him, but he’s still clean and such.
I = Intimacy = He does love intimacy during the act, especially if it’s a special occasion. He will constantly gush about you. He’s also pretty sappy as well so he’ll do cute cliche things like rose petals on the bed or creating a “sexy time ;)” playlist.
J = Jack Off = He does it fairly often. However, when you came into his life, it went down drastically. However, you have caught him and watched him get off.
K = Kink = Exhibitionism for sure. Body worship as well and I think it would go both ways for you both. He would also overstimulate you a lot.
L = Location = He loves doing it in random places where the rush and passion drive everything. Even though it’s risky, he loves how needy you’ll get and how excited he is.
M = Motivation = You. Just you. Like everything you do, he will find it hot. He’s just so in love with you that everything you do is somehow sexy.
N = No = He would never do anything that would upset you or hurt you.
O = Oral = He does love both very much, but receiving is just a little ahead. He loves seeing your pretty eyes look up at him while you take his cock down your throat. Alternatively, he loves eating out your pussy like a man starved - straight up makes out with it.
P = Pace = He’s a big advocate for more fast-paced sex. He loves the rush and high you get, and it’s easier for you to cum with.
Q = Quickie = He’s always up for quickies. Most of the time, he’s the one pitching them to you.
R = Risk = He’s willing to experiment for sure. He’s pretty down for most things.
S = Stamina = He has a lot of stamina and uses it to his advantage every time. He can go like three rounds pretty easily and leave you all fucked out after two.
T = Toys = He likes using toys. I feel like they would mostly be used on/for you.
U = Unfair = He LOVES teasing you, and you LOVE teasing him. It’s apart of your love language atp. Like you cupping him in his slacks at dinner or his fingers right at the hem of your panties while watching a movie.
V = Volume = He will be pretty vocal. Nothing too crazy, but he does show you how much of an effect you have on him, and partly that’s shown by his moans.
W = Wild Card = He loves when you wear his clothes while he fucks you. Like if you’re wearing his t-shirt or hoodie, he’ll drop everything and want to fuck you right then and there.
X = X-Ray = He’s packing 6.5 inches with a usually very leaky tip.
Y = Yearning = His sex drive is high, and he’s horny quite often. Like he’s always down to fuck you hard.
Z = Zzz = He typically falls asleep alongside you, or he tries to. For the most part, you fall asleep first, though.
☆.。.:* .。.:*☆ ☆.。.:* .。.:*☆ ☆.。.:* .。.:*☆ ☆.。.:* .。.:*☆
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mrsbrandoxxx · 7 months
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🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
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yanderecrazysie · 8 months
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Distracted (Yandere Nishinoya)
Requested on Quotev! It’s kind of short I’m sorry ;-;
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Title: Distracted
Pairings: Nishinoya Yuu x Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere themes
Summary: Nishinoya finds it easy to be himself when you don’t even notice.
Part 2: here
distracted
/adjective/
unable to concentrate because one's mind is preoccupied:
You always had at least one earbud in.
Nishinoya knew, without a doubt, that you’d shove your hands into your hoodie’s pockets and listen to music whenever you had a chance. You even discreetly covered one with your hair so you could listen during class.
Sometimes, you’d play anime episodes on your phone instead of music, eyes glued to the screen as your earbuds blasted the dialogue into your ears. You always had the volume up so loud people could hear the buzz of muffled noise if they sat too close to you.
If your eyes weren’t watching anime, they were unfocused and staring off into the distance, blind to the world around you. There was really only one word for it- one word for you.
Distracted.
If you took out your earbuds and looked around, you’d probably notice Nishinoya right away. He wasn’t subtle. In fact, he was much better described as loud, clumsy, and obvious.
If you took out your earbuds, you’d notice you were being stalked. Followed home. Watched through your window. Watched all through class.
Nishinoya enjoyed your obliviousness- it made it easy for him. Normally, he’d be worried that he’d give himself away, even when trying his best to be sneaky. But with an adorable, distractible girl like you? Well, he didn’t even have to try.
He could “accidentally” run into you wherever you went without suspicion, brushing up against you until he shuddered from the small contact. He could walk so closely behind you on the street that his nose was overwhelmed with your sweet scent.
His favorite thing to do was watch you through your bedroom window. To be honest, you didn’t do much different from anywhere else (earbuds in and phone out), but it felt so much more intimate when it was just you two. Even if you thought you were alone.
Another thing he loved is how often you forgot things, leaving them behind for him to take. And you never seemed bothered when you couldn’t find what you’d lost. Even the one time you left a hoodie behind after taking it off in the heat, you’d just shrugged and put on a different one.
Sometimes he got a little attention-starved, desperately wishing that you’d pay him some mind. No matter what he did, you only ever looked up for a second or two, if that. And he rarely heard you speak. That’s why he recorded your voice any time he heard it, fingers pressing clumsily against his recording program whenever you opened your mouth, to later replay over and over when he was alone. 
Nishinoya loves you, so he loves everything about you. He listens to the same songs and watches the same anime, even making sure he doesn’t watch too far ahead. He liked to believe that, one day, the two of you could talk about all your incredible similarities. That maybe you would realize he was perfect for you.
But that day was far off, that he knew without a doubt. He could barely get your attention, so how could he keep it long enough to have a conversation? For now, he’d keep learning, keep biding his time.
One day, he’d be able to walk up to you and act surprised when he sees the same anime he’d been watching currently playing on your phone. 
One day, he’d be able to make your beautiful eyes turn to him and light up with interest in something other than your music and anime.
One day, he’d have your heart for his own.
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morgendaemmerung89 · 5 months
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When you're the perfect height to just bury your face between your boyfriends boobs and go "BBBBRBRRRRRRR".
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sparkleoverlord · 1 year
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My piece for the hq x pokemon travel zine!
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sinkat-arts · 1 year
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That fish was THI--------------IS big. And here’s the proof. 
Just some timeskip Asahi and Noya catching up after Noya’s latest adventures. I love that Asahi became a fashion designer. Almost as much as I love the fact that Noya just decided to go take on the whole damn world. It’s very him. 
Also matching bracelets and (kind of) tattoos because why not. I may or may not clean this up in the future, but in case I don’t... here you go. 
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darthferbert · 4 months
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Haikyuu HCs: Buying them underwear
Part 3: Karasuno
Part 1 Part 2 Part 4
I recently read that many men stop buying their own underwear once they have a partner. After that, their S/O often purchases the underwear for them (along with socks and all that mundane stuff). Here are my hcs for timeskip Haikyuu characters' reactions to their partners who get them underwear for the first time. In this scenario, you (Y/N) gets them their regular favourites, but also some fun ones.
Warnings: Some racy remarks, but no actual smut.
Asahi:
What was that saying? The cobbler's children have no shoes? Even though Asahi was a gifted and flourishing designer, he was often too busy to get clothes for himself. Case in point: His underwear was outdated and did not match his aesthetic.
He worked with beautiful fabrics, and his daring designs were inclusive of many body types. But his own wardrobe? Functional & minimalist, but mostly due to lack of attention rather than a conscious choice. He had a nice tux for gala occasions with matching shoes, a substantial sweater from his sister, but nothing else really stood out.
Good thing he had you looking out for him. Since he was an expert on material and you knew his favourite designers, you splurged a little to get him the latest from their lines. They ranged from simple silk solids, to damask, organic linen/hemp, fine wool, even cashmere. They were gorgeous. You also got him replacements for his old choices.
You knew enough by now to predict he'd be somewhat flustered. He was so generous and sweet to others, yet he always seemed surprised when someone was generous to him.
When he unwrapped the furoshiki (traditional wrapping cloth) that held his underwear, his eyes widened and he fell silent. His face burned deep red. Was he that embarrassed? Then he started to turn purple, then slightly blue. Holy shit, he wasn't breathing.
"Asahi," you urged, "Take a deep breath."
He sucked in air, and his face returned to his former colour.
"I'm so sorry, I did not expect that response," you whispered, "I just thought you deserved nice things, too."
"It's all right," he sheepishly replied, "I was swept away by the care and intimacy of the gift."
"We've lived together for a couple of years, though," you were confused, "I've washed your laundry plenty of times."
He scratched the back of his neck, "I know it's underwear, but I swear it's the most romantic and thoughtful gift I've ever received. At our age, only someone we deeply cherish can get us a special gift like this. I'm overwhelmed by feeling loved."
"How can you be so adorable," you gasped and threw your arms around him.
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Daichi:
Another one for whom functionality trumps style. Daichi is a Koban cop, which means that in addition to handling traffic tickets and general law enforcement, he managed lost-and-found items, gave directions to lost visitors, lent money to commuters who don't have the fare, and visited every household and business on his beat biannually. He also maintained Taiho jutsu training (the art of arrest, a kind of martial arts), volunteered as a part-time coach for elementary school volleyball teams, checked in his mother and younger siblings, and was an all around sweetie of a partner.
He's a reassuring community presence and stalwart citizen, and it only mattered if his uniform and leisure clothes were presentable and clean. Yes, he swore by tighty-whities.
To you, however, he would always remain Thigh-chi. He's not only maintained an athletic form, he's matured into a powerfully thicc physique.
So when some sharpies were accidentally added to the wash, and his white briefs were indelibly coloured so that not even bleach would fix them, you took it as a sign. Off you went to the department store. You inhaled with gusto, eyeing the choices available to you him. You got a packet of whites, because he needed to be eased into change. You had to get a pair with coffee and donuts, just to tweak him. The rest? Boxer briefs, but especially brief ones, if you take my meaning, to accommodate his musculature. Some graphic checkerboards, graphic stripes, graphic polka dots...oh, graphic everything with nice colour contrast. Who else would know besides you and Officer Juicy Tush?
You arrived home to see Daichi staring disconsolately at the pile of discoloured briefs in the laundry basket.
"All of them," he questioned pitifully.
"No worries," you chirped, "I got you replacements!"
A gratified smile was your reward. A lovely smile that faded into faint alarm when you revealed his new array.
"Wow, that's..." he hesitated, "That's different. Like really different. Really really different."
"You're a good man," you smoothed your hand over his biceps, "A good man who needs some bad underwear."
His brow crinkled, "Does that even make sense? Is that supposed to imply you agree the underwear is unsightly, or that the underwear is breaking the law? Which it probably is, under the Ugly Underwear Act, Section 11.2"
He continued to tease you, but you saw a flash of red/yellow stripes before he pulled on his uniform pants the next morning.
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Sugawara:
Suga was not as conservative as Daichi. He was an elementary school teacher, so he had boxers with pictures of school supplies, primary paint splashes, zoo animals, math equations, and other designs to represent the broad array of subjects he covered. His ties were fun, his socks patterned, his button-down shirts were pastel, and his pants were slightly brighter than the other teachers'. He didn't break the dress code, just stretched it a little bit. The administration tolerated his choice of attire because he's been consistently flagged as teacher of the year three times in a row.
The kids knew him as their funny, patient sensei. You know that he's really a gremlin.
Before his birthday arrived, you scoped out your home to see what he needed. He could never have enough writing instruments to grade his kids' work, but you've already covered those. He'd gotten a dozen mugs from beloved students, some of them lumpy because they were hand-made. His wardrobe was up to date, he's caught up on his favourite books, you'd gotten that onsen vacation slated for your anniversary...what else?
Sighing, you sorted the laundry, and paused as you folded his boxers. He certainly had a lot of fun ones for Suga-sensei, but how many did he have for just the two of you? (Wink, wink.) A smile crept over your face. Did he need what you have in mind? Of course not. Did you want to get them for him anyway? Hell, yeah.
The evening of his birthday, you shared a home-cooked meal comprised of his favourites. He appreciated the pencils, pens, and markers, some of which have a volleyball motif. He was perceptive enough to notice your bashful eyes when you handed him the final gift.
"What could this be," he asked coyly, "Why are you suddenly shy? I thought we had enough sake to erase our inhibitions."
He unwrapped his present. He pulled out a couple of boxers showcasing finger-painting and children's handprints, and murmured appreciatively, but he wondered why these made you embarrassed.
"Aaaah," he exhaled, "I understand now."
Instead of more boxers, he plucked up a pair of lace-trimmed panties. He could tell they're for him, since the crotch has extra space for his junk.
"I don't know if I can wear these to school," he teased, "Even if no one can tell, I would be too distracted to teach. I guess I'll just have to wear them at home for bed."
You were so daring when you purchased them. Now you were bashful. Fear not - you'll become daring again once Suga poses on the bed wearing only those panties.
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Nishinoya:
"Y/N-chan," Nishinoya called out, "Is the laundry dry? I have to finish packing in order to catch my flight on time!"
He was home in between his global explorations. He hiked intermittently while you completed your journalism degree, often timing his forays during the most rigorous weeks of academics. You wouldn't miss him him as much when you were immersed in your projects, and you felt less guilty if he was enjoying himself instead of being subject to you grumpy exhaustion. Once you graduated, you hoped your specialty in international journalism would allow you both to travel together.
Nishinoya travelled light. An overloaded backpack not only seemed to increase exponentially in mass when climbing hilly terrain, it was more expensive when it went over the weight limit. Before he began his journey, you both investigated the most rugged yet lightweight pack, travel wardrobe in the latest fabrics, the most comfortable hiking boots, etc. It's been a few years, however, and you noticed his underwear was wearing thing from frequent handwashing in sinks.
You got some of his tried-and-true brands. But you also bought some new ones. When you handed him the dried clothes, you made sure to make prominent the new briefs.
"What...Y/N-chan," he hollered and jumped excitedly, "These are AWESOME!"
He gripped a world map print on one pair, another that featured visa and passport stamps from around the world, and one that proclaimed "hello" in dozens of languages.
"Every time they get dirty and I wash these, I'll think of you," he pronounced.
You blinked and responded, "Thanks?!?"
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Kageyama:
He was packing for his away game with the Adlers. He had a system, which involved various zip bags to organize his items, and they had to fit precisely in a certain order. Game sneakers? Check. Training sneakers? Check. Travel sneakers? Check. They were identical but he knew which ones were which.
When he got to his underwear, he paused to process the change. Most of them were his usual fare. Instead of his typical plain ones, a few had a light pattern. Not too bold, but definitely a pattern. Same brand, same style, same size. Just...a little bit different.
So immersed was he in mulling over the new underwear, he didn't notice you peering over his shoulder.
"You don't have to pack those," you hurriedly commented, "I can swap them out with some of your old ones."
He stared at them. Were those milk cartons? And blueberries? Yoghurt? They were very faint designs, and probably barely noticeable in dim lighting.
He nodded. "These are good," he announced, and packed them up.
"You don't mind them," you double-checked, "They won't embarrass you in front of your teammates?"
He cocked his head and inquired, "Why would I be embarrassed? The entire teams know show much I love milk, yoghurt, and blueberries. Not to mention Ushijima has been wearing some Hello Kitty ones, and no one teases him."
Your jaw sagged. You considered Ushijima's stoic face, and Kageyama's resting bitch face while they promenaded around the locker room sporting their new threads.
"All right then," you conceded, "I won't worry any more."
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Hinata:
Like Oikawa, Hinata had adopted some of the less restrictive styles while he was in Brazil. When he came home to join MSBY, however, he realized his former beach clothes had a couple years of wear and could use some updates.
"I'll take care of it," you offered. He needed to size up for temperate climate, since anything left in his mother's house would be too small. Long pants, athletic wear to span the seasons, hoodies, socks, shoes...you were his personal shopper, and you were good at sticking to a budget.
When it came to replacing his racy bikinis, however, you didn't find anything like them in the store. What you did find, however, were sets with avian motifs. "Fly high," you smiled, and snapped them up.
When Hinata was able to rest on the weekend, you trotted out everything you purchased. You had a time limit if you needed to return or exchange anything. He exuberantly approved the entire selection, and they fit him well.
"Hmmm, about these," you faltered, handing him the underwear, "I went a little crazy and just got the set, but I can replace them with your former style online."
His glowing eyes widened and a grin burst forth. "Eagles! Crows! Owls! All kinds of birds," he exclaimed. "What a great way to begin the new chapter of my career!"
He sprinted up and immediately dialed Bokuto. "Guess what," he shouted, "I have owl underwear, too! I can join in on your dance next time! Hoot! Hoot!"
Bokuto's own excited response echoed back at him.
What was this about a dance? Was this some kind of team bonding exercise? Wasn't the MSBY's mascot a jackal, not an owl? You were afraid to ask.
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Yamaguchi:
Yamaguchi was an engaging boy, who grew into a worthy man. The home electronics company he worked for? They valued him for his work ethic, easy-going nature among colleagues, and quiet self-assurance when discussing challenges. He had come a long way from the bullied child; though he occasionally wrestled with anxiety, continued success at work and in his social interactions lent him persistence and moments of boldness when facing adversity. Having been Karasuno's team captain also emphasized his leadership capabilities.
Yamaguchi was able to express his goofier side in private. He was innately sarcastic, perhaps due to his BFF Tsukishima. More likely, he was friends with Tsukishima because he was already snarky. Between the two of them, you didn't know whose collection of impertinent t-shirts was greater.
The rest of his clothes were pretty utilitarian. He didn't mind shopping for himself, but he also trusted your judgment and uncomplainingly wore anything you got for him. When his underwear drawer need to be refilled, you observed his "big boy" undies: classic plaids and stripes. Not bad, but they didn't reflect the reserved silliness he could succumb to.
Off you went to a big name store. You found some new tartans he would enjoy, but you lingered over the less reverent options as well. Just a few to round out his choices!
At dinner, Yamaguchi was reminding you of Tsukshima's upcoming Sendai Frogs game you both would attend. He debated whether to get one of the remaining old season jerseys before they were gone, or waiting to see what the new season's designs would look like.
"Tsukki could have sent me a preview, but you know how he has to play it cool and pretend he is above marketing concerns," Tadashi scoffed.
"How about I give you something new right now," you consoled him.
His freckled nose twitched with curiosity, and he waiting patiently for his "something new". You tossed him the frivolous boxers you'd gotten for him.
He dubiously held them up, but his face brightened when he got a closer look. He beheld French fries, frogs, and even hot rod flames.
He cackled, "Tsukki would hate these! I love them overall, and I like knowing I have a secret that would annoy him if he ever knew."
"Will he ever know," I asked.
"This is going to stay between you and me," he promptly replied.
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Tsukishima:
Tsukishima was another Karasuno alumnus who had a confident sense of style. His lanky frame took well to sporty academia, if that made sense. Unlike Yamaguchi, he strictly shopped for himself. He wasn't vain about his good looks; he simply wanted to present himself well without drawing attention. He wanted to be taken seriously at work, yet appear approachable to museum visitors. After work and on weekends, he never defaulted to completely casual attire. He was always just a bit more put together than his friends.
Over the years, he grudgingly accept your hand-knit items like a scarf or mittens. He provided you a list of colours he'd accept. Sometimes you added a bold stripe in a hue that was not on his approved list. He'd cut you dead with laser eyes and icy silence, but he appeared pleased when he wore them.
As per the prophecy, the airline eventually lost his luggage when he travelled home from an overseas game. It was a hassle to replace his uniform and travel items, but he was relieved his personal backpack with his electronics was stowed under his seat.
He returned to a busy season at work and weekend games. He had no choice: he relented and allowed you to be his agent when it came to replacing fundamentals like socks, underwear and sleepwear.
Aware of his trust, you dutifully followed his exact specifications. They weren't exactly dull, since he knew what flattered him, and he liked quality. You finished up the list, but a sale table snagged your attention. Oh, this was too good an opportunity to pass up.
Tsukishima fussed over the wares when you returned. He relaxed when it seemed you did the job properly, but his movements slowed when he discovered what lay at the bottom of the bag. Were you nervous? A little. Were you also gleeful? To an indecent degree.
Tsukishima sighed and pinched his nose. He extended his arm to you with the offensive item clutched in his long fingers.
"Aww, was following basic instructions outside your abilities," he softly jeered. He bore that look, THAT look that was simultaneously maddening and so attractive.
You glanced at the brilliant dinosaurs on his boxer briefs. You were cognizant of the other paleontology themed underwear he had not yet examined.
"They're work appropriate," you responded matter-of-factly, "Sorry about the vibrant shades, but they didn't have any that matched your preferred list."
This was a bald-faced lie, and Tsukishima knew it. He would never admit it, but he had scrutinized them longingly in a catalog he found at work.
"While I am bothered by your flagrant disregard of my preferences, it's not my taste I'm concerned about," he retorted pompously, "It's my expertise that has been insulted."
You grunted an intelligent "Huh?"
He flicked a dismissive finger at the design. "Look at this," he explained with smarmy authority, "A Stegosaurus cavorting with a Tyrannosaurus. You do realize the Stegosaurus existed during the Jurassic period, but the T. Rex lived during the Cretaceous period? We're talking millions of years. You can't trust the movies."
You stared at him with a flat expression. He knows he's being condescending, and being able to lecture on his favourite subject was icing on the cake.
"Fine," you snatched the bag and the pair he had in his hand, "I'll just return them."
He quickly seized them back, tutting at your rashness. "I didn't say I didn't want them," he enunciated patronizingly, "I just said the manufacturer is wrong, and consumers like you are complicit in ensuring they remain ignorant."
You stomped away muttering how stuffy and arrogant he was. If you had glanced back, you'd have seen his soft eyes and fond smile.
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