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rafayel the type of guy to sit next to you in a restaurant instead of across

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haikyuu ; the wing spikers

their reactions to if you had to go home

pairings: iwaizumi, tsukishima, hinata, osamu, ushijima, bokuto, suna, and asahi x fem!reader

i hope this isn’t too longgg i just wanted to make sure i got just abt everyone

tell me if i forget anybody or there’s someone else you want to see!

warnings: after-timeskip characters, i love ushijima yall

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pretty setter edition

IWAIZUMI hops up with you when you get up and starts helping you look for your stuff. you'd been staying over for a few days, it might've been longer but the two of you stopped counting. you stayed so long to the point where he'd reserved a few drawers and hangers for your clothes, making his apartment a place where you can live comfortably. his house became like a home away from home to you, just like he intended.

but you're confused as he starts following you towards the door and slipping his shoes on with you. last time you checked, you were the one who didn't live here. "iwa? where are you going?" you ask but he just shrugs and grabs both of your coats and sidles behind you.

"what do you mean?" he holds your jacket open for you to slip your arms through. "i'm taking you back to your apartment," he explained as you turned towards him, helping you adjust the sleeves of your jacket.

you looked up at your boyfriend as if he'd grown another eye. "it's pretty late though," you then returned the gesture as you helped him put his coat on. while you straightened out the front of his jacket, he took the opportunity to wrap his arms around your shoulders.

"babe that's even more of a reason for me to take you," he chuckled, eyes practically glistening as he stared down at you. "there's no way i'm letting you take the subway alone this late at night," he told you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. seeing the look on your face, he could tell you were readying your protest. so he beat you to it, "and it's fine, i want to drive you home, that's just more time together."

so without another word, you hopped into the passenger's seat of iwaizumi's car. your laughter, the music you played between your shared account, and your singing filled the interior. as he glanced over at you, a smile immediately plastered itself on your lips, proving iwaizumi's point that he couldn't be any happier than when he's with you. you bring a certain light to any situation that no one can replicate.

however, on the ride back it was quiet, just him and the playlist the two of you had created. the whole ride every song would remind him of you, and he could imagine you now, singing your heart out in the passenger seat. he could hear your coax as you desperately tried to get him to sing at least one line. but looking over at the passenger's side, he was met with the vacant space that was reserved for you only.

back at his apartment, it wasn't any better now that everything reminded him of you. he saw you at every crevice and every turn, it was starting to feel a little lonely and empty without his other half around. you lit up his apartment with your very presence, every single lamp would simply pale in comparison.

20 minutes into the silence, he was starting to think that maybe he should've convinced you to spend just one more night.

"what are you doing?" TSUKISHIMA asks, seeing you slowly gathering your stuff together. you'd just been lounging about in his apartment, now watching some random movie on netflix as you cuddled into his side.

well, you were until you suddenly got up and grabbed your bag and started shoving your stuff inside.

even though tsukishima would never admit it, he loved having you so close. you were so warm and cuddly that he couldn’t help but want to keep you around him, it was hard not to miss you. so feeling your body heat leave his side he immediately noticed and turned to look at you.

peering over your shoulder, you can already feel his hard stare on you before even making eye contact. without his glasses, he looked even sharper than he is with them on.

“oh, it's just, it’s getting a little late tsuki," you stated as you gently put your bag down, your arms relaxing, "i don't want to overstay my welcome, you know?"

his eyebrow quirked up just hearing that. "overstay?" he repeated, sass laced throughout his voice. you turned completely towards him before he shook his head and reached over, "what are you on about?" he grunted as he grabbed a hold of your hand and pulled you back into his arms, returning you to his side just as you were.

"just..." he looked down at you only to pause seeing the way you were ogling at him. just seeing your eyes sparkle, he could've sworn he felt his heart stop for a second. it didn't help that he found you to be the prettiest girl on the planet. and to think you were here and only had eyes for him, he felt like the luckiest guy alive.

looking away, he felt his cheeks warm up as blood rushed to his face. "stay for now..." he then muttered, "and stop looking at me like that."

your sweet, sweet giggles filled the air, knowing the way tsukishima gets embarrassed all too well. he can never fool you, even as he tried to look all tough you could still see the tips of his ears turning red like apples. "stop looking at you like what?" you teased, laying your head on his chest, intertwining your fingers with the hand he had wrapped around your waist.

he didn't dare look at you, knowing you'd only tease him more. you were beating him at his own game like you always did, doing the exact thing that made him fall head over heels for you. "i don’t find you funny," he quipped in the most serious tone he could muster, but he's lying straight through his teeth.

HINATA watched on curiously, as you kissed his cheek and stood up from the couch the two of you had huddled together on. “huh?” he asked out loud, waiting for you to repeat what you had just said.

his eyes followed you as you walked to the kitchen, watching as you grabbed your keys from the counter, the jingle of them immediately catching his attention. that sound was way too familiar for him, and he had an idea of what was coming next.

"you’re going home?" he asked as he leant his head backwards over the head of the couch, his vision looking as though you were walking on the ceiling towards the bedroom. a few seconds passed by and you were walking out with your bag, eyes finding his. you were definitely leaving, and he could already feel his heart dropping.

as you approached him, you snorted, his silly posture tickling your heartstrings. placing your hands on either side of his face, you leant over to press a soft kiss onto his pouted lips. "mhm, it’s about that time,” you confirmed his worst fear. as soon as the two of you parted he was quick to sit up, seemingly giving himself whiplash but that never was the case with hinata.

“but why?” he asked, slightly making you jump at his sudden outburst of energy. “you’re leaving already? it feels like you just got here…” he scratched the back of his head, his eyebrows knitting together.

whenever he was with you, his internal clock slowed down so he could savor every moment with you. time passed by so excruciatingly slow, though he’d rather that than time to fly by. he noticed that he truly wanted to be present for every minute when he was near you, so of course he made sure to give you his utmost attention.

and he was quite well at what he did. he’s never made you feel like he wasn’t listening or like he was annoyed with your presence. in his eyes, you were like the sun and him the sunflower that made it a point to find the sun. “shoyo, i’ve been here all day!” you giggled those contagious giggles he was drinking up, his own smile growing onto his lips as well. throwing your arms over his shoulders from where you stood behind the couch, your laughter filled his ears. you just couldn’t help it, he was cute without even trying.

his muscular hand met your side, the other grabbing hold of your arm. ��no, seriously! you really can’t stay?” he asked as he slightly laughed just hearing your bellows. his thumb rubbed soothing circles into your arm, hoping that this little bit would convince you.

his eyes gave you that same look he always gave you when you had to leave. eyebrows furrowed, brown eyes filled with sadness, and the tiny jut of his lips, you knew his tricks all too well. “please? just one night?” he added, flashing a pleading smile your way.

just like you knew him, he knew you all too well. he could see you crumbling bit by bit, internally debating if you should stay or not. and of course, it was clear to the both of you that soon “one night” would turn into multiple.

you sighed, tilting your head to the side as you played with the orange hairs that fell at the back of his neck. “mmm…fine, just one more night,” you bit his bait, immediately noticing the victorious smile that curled itself onto his lips.

he pulled you in close and pressed a long kiss into your check, “alright! now come back over here! i’m starting to get cold,” he released you from his arms, watching giddily as you made your way around and back into his cuddles, right where you belonged.

OSAMU is confused when you start making moves to leave. you start talking about how late it is and how you have a class in the morning. but how could you even think about leaving when the both of you are so comfortable, snuggled up on his bed right now? he can be the one to take you to your classes too, problem solved.

but he sees you slowly moving away, and it's hurting his heart bit by bit. "babe, you're hurting my feelings right now, where are you going?" he asked, sneaky fingers inching closer to your waist.

you freeze, eyes finally meeting his. the look in them is unreadable, but you can tell by the tone of his voice he doesn't appreciate you scooting off the bed. "it's about time i start heading home, 'samu. i've been here all day," you answered, not even noticing the arm he snaked around your waist.

he shrugged, "duh, but i don't mind," he quipped as he slowly pulled you back into his chest, "can't this be like your second home?" he cuddled back into you, hoping you wouldn't move away again. "your home away from home?" he suggested, with his arms wrapped securely around you, he nuzzled his face into your neck like he had before.

"but ‘samu…” you asked him, your voice echoing in his ears. “are you sure?” he hummed back affirmatively, the sound of his deep voice vibrating against your neck, tickling your skin. you couldn't fight the smile that spread on your lips, "so if i moved in tomorrow you wouldn't be mad?" you asked again, making him hum confusedly.

"nope, actually, that can be arranged,” and just like that, he sent your heart straight to the clouds. he adjusted himself to where he hovered over your body with his arms holding him up. "i like it better when you're here, it looks and feels a lot brighter, ya' know?" his eyes bore into yours, the warm yet serious glint in them sending butterflies bounding around your insides. "maybe it's about time you move in."

you reached for his cheeks, a smile on your lips as you guided him back down. "guess i'm staying permanently, hmm?" softly, you pressed yours against his, your smile spreading to his lips with one touch. his woody musk and the smell of his restaurant filled your nostrils. its delicious scent filled your lungs and suddenly you craved his cooking. and of course, the only way you could get that was by spending the night.

his hands roamed down, pulling your leg to wrap around his waist, the mere feeling of his touch sending a whirlwind of butterflies fluttering through your stomach. as your kisses began to get a bit more feverish, both your hands began to wander around each other, the ins and outs of your bodies feeling like second nature to the two of you.

so softly, he murmured against your lips, “mhm, we can work the details out later, baby,” he kissed your chin this time, trailing his way down. “just for right now…stay, please.”

"i’d like it if you stayed," USHIJIMA suggested, turning his head to you. you sat with your body facing his, legs sitting over his lap as his big, strong hands massaged soothing circles over your calves. his massage only stopped when you’d mentioned heading back to your own apartment. “i like having you here,” he trailed a hand down from your knee to your ankle.

you blinked back, getting the exact answer you expected. you were merely testing the waters, considering this was the first time you’d stayed over for so long. “i’ve been here all day though, toshi,” you tilted your head to the side, eyes never once leaving his. so far the water was warm and inviting.

“doesn’t make me like it any less,” he shrugged back, directing his eyes to the pretty pair of legs sitting in his lap. “it’s fine, there’s no rule saying you can’t stay longer,” he grazed his gentle touch over your skin, the mere feeling of his calloused fingers gliding over you sent shivers up your spine. you loved how he expressed himself unapologetically. there was nothing but transparency between the two of you. no secrets, no lies, just transparent love.

ushijima wasn’t a man of many words, but when he felt strongly about something, he’d make it known. you always adored that about him. you could listen to him ramble about volleyball for hours, because the sparkle it brought to your lovers eyes was something worth witnessing.

he was much of the same, always giving you his undivided attention and respect when you’d open up to him. it’s only been a little bit over a year since the two of you started dating, but he could already see you being his last. just watching you smile and laugh as you recalled something from your day, he can already imagine you moving through your shared home, glistening ring on your finger as you joined him on the couch just as you are now. he wanted to be the reason behind that smile, behind that melodious laugh that could be heard from far and wide.

you’re his first and last love, and ushijima’s sure of it.

“so you don’t mind if i stay the night?” you flashed that sweet smile he often dreamt about. just looking at you he was transported back to the first time he met you at one of his games. back then he just knew he needed to have you, and his gut hasn’t proven him wrong yet.

exhaling through his nose laughing, he hooked an arm underneath your legs and pulled you further down the couch. dipping you back onto the plush cushions beneath you, you caught a glimpse of the grin on his lips as he hovered over you. “i wouldn’t mind if you decided to stay a lifetime,” he pressed a kiss into your cheek, picking his legs up onto the couch as well. as he pressed more kisses into your skin, he basked in the sweet giggles that fell from your lips, your soft hands meeting his cheeks.

“toshi, stop that tickles!” you squealed the closer he got to the crook of your neck, the exact place you were ticklish. he knew that of course, kissing that spot on purpose just to hear you laugh.

he pressed just a few more kisses into your jaw and cheeks, before he was coming up to meet your eyes. your smile was contagious, as he leant into the touch you ghosted over his cheek, craving for more, “so you’re staying over?” he asked, one last time.

just by the look in your eyes, he had an idea what the answer would be. pulling him back down you murmured against his lips, “i’m staying for a lifetime,” you smiled before pressing further, capturing his lips with yours.

BOKUTO goes into extreme sulk mode, he's as dramatic as can be. he's helping you get your stuff together, just very...very...slowly. he's hoping that maybe the slower he goes the faster you'll forget and stay over for a few more hours.

earlier you were showering him with kisses and endless affection, now you were talking about leaving him? what man would be okay with that? definitely not this one.

he can't function without waking up to your pretty face in the early mornings. who will he wait on in those late nights to come back to his arms? who will he try to make food for on those nights they want to have homemade food? and who will he have to hold him when he's feeling down? you were one of his life sources, he always feels so energized and content when he's in your presence.

"kou, for the last time, i'm not leaving you, i'm just leaving your apartment." you pressed your lips against his cheek, your hands holding either side of his face. here he was holding your waist against his slumped body, sunken shoulders conveying his distaste for the loss of your company. he mumbled something along the lines of that's basically the same thing, making you tut your lips at him.

he looked down at you, those dejected eyes telling you just how much he wanted you to stay. "babe, you can facetime me when i get home, i'll call you as soon as i get back."

"i know, i know...just," he nodded, leaning into your soft touch. he was never this sulky whenever you left his apartment. of course there was the occasional whining here and there, but this was a full-blown emotional roller coaster. "not even for a few more hours?" he tilted his head into the palm of your hand, letting his gaze remain locked on yours. he'd never shy away from making eye contact with you, you were just about the only thing he could stare at for hours on end.

his pretty girl, he's completely enamored by you he can't exist in a world without you, or better yet an apartment that doesn't have you in it. "not even, i have to go home and finish packing for my trip," you cooed, but for some reason that only made matters worse.

he'd almost let the fact that you'll be gone for a whole two weeks on your girl's trip to cancun slip from his mind. it was just the icing on the cake. why can't you just bring him along? he always argues that he wouldn't bother you at all unless you call for him. "ugh, that's two long weeks without you," he hugged you tighter, burying his face into your shoulder this time, relishing in the giggles that fell from your pretty lips. "i'm missing you already," he mumbled, as he nuzzled into your skin, feeling your soft touch along the base of his neck. the sound of your laugh lifted the weight off his shoulders just a little bit, but he still was torn over this.

even as you hop into your car and drive away, he's leaning on his doorframe, hoping you'll return home as soon as you can.

"why are you trying to leave?" SUNA demands in that monotone voice, his strong arms holding you tight against his chest. you squirmed all you could, giggling at how serious he was. he'd caught you red-handed as you tiptoed around his apartment discreetly gathering your things without notifying him first. he scooped you up so quick, keeping you in hug jail until you answered him.

it was all within good reason though. you knew exactly how he acted when you left his apartment. suddenly his clingy side would come out to play and you were back in his arms for another day or so. how could you say no to him? he was so pretty and his hazel eyes only melted that adamant facade you'd put up. suna rintarou was utterly irresistible in your eyes.

you weren't complaining though, because when you think about it, you like being at his apartment more than anywhere else. contrary to your joint friends' belief, his apartment was way more clean than they'd joked about. he kept it clean and tidy and always kept some of your clothes over so you'd have something to change into. but he did prefer you wear his clothes a lot more, saying they made you look cute.

"suna! let gooo, i promise i'll be back later!" you turned your head to look at him. as you lifted your hand to caress the left side of his face, he turned inwards so he could look at you. "we'll see each other on saturday," you giggled at the pout on his lips and the way his deadpan expression barely changed.

he shook his head, "it's tuesday, that's too far," he groaned before he unraveled his self from around you. instead, he ducked down and hooked an arm under your legs, supporting your back with his other arm as he hoisted you up into his arms. hearing your girly squeals and feeling you cling onto him for dear life, he snickered and mumbled a small, "i got you," adjusting your position so he could keep you secure against his chest.

swiftly, he began walking back to the bedroom, ready to return to that comfy position the two of you were just in, all before you so rudely got up and left him. "rin, i'm still leaving." you smacked his shoulder, noticing he was doing all he could to ignore your pleas.

he gently let you down onto the soft sheets, before crashing next to you, pulling you back into his arms. his grip was firm, even as you tried to break free from his arms, he wasn't budging at all. softly, he pressed a kiss against your forehead, smiling at the way you relaxed, "shhh, let's just sleep for now."

but even after he dragged you back to the bed, you found a way to get home after all. he stood at the doorframe, pulling out all the stops to get you to stay but you weren’t budging.

finally, you gave him his goodbye kiss, and of course he was trying to use that as opening to pull you back inside (he failed). expect a lengthy facetime call of him listing a plethora of pros if you move in together once you make it home.

"you're leaving?" ASAHI sleepily murmurs into your temple, his arms still draped around your frame. his big hands rested at the small of your back, and with his muscular arms hugging you close, you were basking in the warmth that emanated off of his core. and that only made it harder to move.

mumbling, you snuggled further into his chest as you snaked your arm up and around his shoulder, pulling yourself closer to him. "mhm...i gotta get home," the drowsy tone was still so prominent in your voice. your words held no real intention, because as long as asahi was the comfy, warm, grizzly bear that he is, you weren't moving a single inch.

after the day the two of you spent outside his apartment, this nap was much needed. he had taken you on quite the eventful date that lasted just about all day. first, you hit up your favorite breakfast place, then both of yours and his favorite clothing shops, he even bought you a few things and vice versa. on top of that he took you to a dine in movie theater. and again after the theater, he had to take you out to ice cream. the two of you came to the conclusion a few dates back that no date is complete without ice cream.

all that food and running around the city was definitely catching up to you both. it seemed as soon as you stepped foot in asahi's apartment, melatonin lingered in the air that had the two of you walking like zombies to his bed. he was quick to hoist you up into his arms, keeping you pressed up against his chest as the two of you dozed off.

"hm," he hummed, his soft yet deep voice echoing through your ears. "when are you leaving?" he asked, his sleepy voice sending butterflies throughout your body.

you hummed, trying to figure out just when you were going to leave. but the more you sunk into the warmth that was practically radiating off of his body, the more you didn’t want to leave. you'd been at his place all day, so you felt like it was about time you started heading home. but these cuddles were well-needed and heavily persuading your previous choices.

prying your eyes open, you searched his sleepy expression, your own drowsy mind taking over as you slowly blinked up at him. his eyes were fully closed and his lips were slightly parted, to which you placed a sweet kiss to the corner of. "in...a little bit," you finished. but that was most definitely a lie.

as his lips curled into a bashful grin, you were snuggling back into your position. already, you could feel yourself drifting off to take yet another nap, wrapped up in his arms.

thank you for reading!! and please repost! if i missed anybody or there’s someone you want to see, let me know!!!

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i genuinely, WHOLEHEARTEDLY am trying to cook something up for you guys and finally post after 9274 years BUT I CANNOT THINK OF ANNNYYYTTHHHINNGGG so ummmm requests are 10000% open plsplspls

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hey..erm i MIGHT be continuing my rin series if i figure out what im doing with the plot 💀💀 i do not know yet !!! okay that’s it bye

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idc if haikyuu is done my brainworms will never rest when it comes to suna

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i've only ever wanted you

summary: you can blame the alcohol for your reaction, but hey... what's yours is yours, right?

[ loner!megumi x popular!reader ]

cw: college au, f!reader, sorority!reader, aged up characters, drinking, intoxication, arguing, emotions running high, jumping to conclusions, jealousy, kinda angsty, eventually comfort, no use of y/n

word count: 3.2k

“I look ridiculous.”

“Stop that! You look hot,” you shouted through the bathroom door.

His displeased expression stared back at him from the mirror, observing every detail of the costume you’d put him in.

He’d been so focused on being a good boyfriend, actually accepting your invitation to one of your parties because it was supposed to be the party of the year. And as newly elected president of your sorority, you’d stood for all the planning and decorating.

What he had completely forgotten to take into consideration when he said he’d come was the fact that it was a Halloween party, meaning costumes, something that was way out of his comfort zone.

You, however, had already planned matching Halloween costumes before you even knew if he was coming or not.

That being said, you knew he’d never go along with anything that would draw too much attention to him. So all things considered, the costume you’d put together for him was the bare minimum in terms of dressing up — didn’t make him feel any less stupid when he looked at himself in the mirror.

A few weeks back, you’d spotted the ruffled collar of a white, linen shirt in the window of a thrift store downtown. Without thinking, you had sprung through the door and handed the cashier the money.

Next thing Megumi knew, he was feeling incredibly exposed while the tiniest sliver of his chest was on display and his usually messy hair was tied down by a red handkerchief around his head. As low effort as it was, one could clearly tell it was a pirate he was supposed to be.

“God knows why I agreed to this,” he mumbled to himself, fidgeting with his sleeves, the nerves building up by the second.

“I will not hear another negative word about your costume come out of your mouth for the rest of the evening,” you sighed as you exited the bathroom.

“Can’t make any prom-“

The sentence was abruptly cut short when he spun around to give you an answer, only to end up like a deer caught in headlights.

Now, Megumi had always thought of you to be absolutely breathtaking in every sense of the word. But when you came out that door all dolled up for the evening, looking a lot more like a pirate than he did, the lump was instantly created in his throat as his palms started to turn clammy.

It was different, for sure. With leather pants, a black and red corset tied tightly over a cream coloured blouse with puffy sleeves, a red fabric draped over your hips and a handkerchief tied over your head to match his, Megumi was only reminded of how incredibly out of his league he thought you were.

“You look-“ he cut himself off to clear his throat when it came out embarrassingly high pitched. “You look great.” The modest blush crept up on his cheeks, and as much as he wished you didn’t notice, he wasn’t so lucky. The scrunch of your nose and the bounce in your step as you scattered over to him told him so, as you placed a hand on each side of his face and squeezed his cheeks.

“Love it when I make you blush,” you teased. While he rolled his eyes, pulling out of your tender grip, he tried to find back to his previous stature — the one where you didn’t have him flustered by simply existing within his vicinity while looking so good it should be illegal.

“I bet you do,” he mumbled shyly.

You quickly landed a light peck on his lips that were withdrawn into a line. “Thank you for coming tonight.”

“‘S no problem,” he said, his statement bordering on a lie. The stress was slowly building up inside him at the thought of spending the evening with this crowd that had rarely done their due diligence to make him feel welcome. But he’d seen how hard you’d worked and how much it meant to you, it was only right he swallowed his insecurities to support you.

His shoulders were visibly tense, having you try to rub the worst of it out while shooting him a compassionate smirk. “Come on, let’s get you a drink to loosen up,” you placed another small peck on his cheek before hurrying down to the kitchen, clutching Megumi’s hand tight in your own.

The small ball he threw hit the last cup standing on the other side of the table, causing you to squeal in unmatched excitement, launching yourself at him in a bone crushing embrace. It was hard, even for him, not to actually let out a small chuckle when you were so publicly proud of him.

“I didn’t know you were so good at beer pong,” you said once he released his arms around you.

“Neither did I,” he said only so you could hear him.

“Well, I’m going to get another drink, you want one?”

“Sure, why not?” The drunk smile instantly spread across your face before placing a wet kiss on his cheek and scurrying away.

Against all odds, Megumi was actually enjoying himself a little more than he usually did at these things. It probably had everything to do with the fact that you had stayed at his side for most of the evening, because he instantly fell into his reclusive habits the second you were out of sight.

Standing by the table, he let his eyes travel the room, looking at all the different people scattered about, drunk out of their mind — while he stood awkwardly in the same spot you left him in.

In the past, he rarely minded being on his own, he preferred it even. But after you came into his life, he had come to appreciate the company of others… well, that was probably a stretch. He appreciated the company of you, and that was about it.

“Hey,” a soft voice caught his attention as a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder to turn him around. “Great beer pong play!” The girl standing in front of him, sporting a genuine smile, had been on the opposing team when playing.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, hand clutching tighter onto his nearly empty cup.

“It’s Megumi, right?”

“Mhmm,” he nodded with a withdrawn smile.

“I’m Mio,” she leaned in to tell him so he could hear over the music. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” he mumbled politely, eyes continuing to dart around the room in hopes he’d spot you turn the corner to join him again, but all he saw was a sea of unfamiliar faces.

He didn’t get to look for long until her voice captured his attention again. “You’re not really the party guy, are you?”

“Is it that obvious?” He scoffed.

“Well, sort of, but I can’t remember seeing you all that much.”

“Oh,” he hesitated. “Yeah, not really my scene.”

She swiftly jumped up on the table beside them, swirling her red solo cup, newly filled with some drink that smelled awfully sugary. “I like your costume.”

He instinctively narrowed his eyebrows as he glanced down at what was essentially just a white shirt with some extra details added to it. Megumi was just a cautions person by nature, and though he rarely had any ill intent behind his cold front, he just liked to keep strangers at an arm’s length.

But maybe this Mio wasn’t a bad person, and was simply keeping him company while he was all in his lonesome.

“Thanks. Yours is cool too,” he shrugged casually, looking at her costume of what he thought was supposed to be a cat, hoping and praying you were to rejoin him again soon. She grinned wildly at the comment, balance swaying a little by the alcohol in her system.

You, at the other side of the living room, were blissfully unaware of the scene that took place not too far from you.

On your excursion to get more to drink for you and Megumi, you’d been hauled in my a few of your sorority sisters for group tequilas — to which you couldn’t say no. That’s when they came with the very convincing argument of ‘one tequila is never enough’. So one tequila quickly turned into two, slamming the glass against the counter before biting into the lime slice.

The drunken giggle on your lips was wiped away when one of your girlfriends pointed out the scene you’d been missing out on.

“She’s at it again,” she said into your ear as you both stared at them while Mio accidentally stumbled down from the table she was sitting on, just to latch one hand onto his forearm and the other rest on his chest for support.

And though Megumi’s reaction was probably one simply out of politeness, it didn’t stop you from seeing red when a small smile was formed in his lips at whatever words left Mio’s mouth.

Why had he suddenly decided to turn so sociable?

The drinks you were supposed to fetch was long forgotten, as you stormed over to the two of them, not hesitating to wedge yourself between them with glee.

“Mio, you better take a step back!” You bit as she quickly retreated her clawy hands to herself.

The way she sung your name sent a cold shiver down your spine, as if you were friends. If there was one girl in this sorority you were willing to throw to the dogs, it was her.

Ever since moving into the house, you and Mio had been at each others throats — for good reason, you thought. Both being individuals with immensely strong personalities, you were doomed to butt heads. Neither of you even tried to keep your mouth shut when the other did something that infuriated the other.

For the most part, your relationship consisted of petty spitting matches — until you managed to snatch the title of president of the sorority, which quickly escalated the ongoing feud.

If there were an opportunity for her to come for you, she would definitely take it. So when you saw her even come close to your boyfriend, after having garnered a small reputation of a home-wrecker, there was no way you were letting her off easy.

“I’m only keeping the nice pirate company.”

Her sweet tone had you grind your teeth together, Megumi noticing how your nails were digging into the palms of your hands. “Yeah, and your service isn’t needed anymore.”

“I’m sure Megumi doesn’t mind. We were having a lovely conversation-“

“I don’t really care,” you cut her off, raising your voice, disguising your anger in feigned sincerity.

What sounded like such an innocent flutter of a laugh sailed past her lips. “No reason to get hostile.”

“Could never be too sure with you.”

Your mean stare at Mio was averted to Megumi when you felt his familiar touch carefully circle your wrist. He tried calling your name in order to calm down the situation, but was taken aback when his voice had no soothing affect on your angled eyebrows.

What was worse, was how you pulled your hand out of his grip, folding your arms over your chest before turning your back to him again, fiery eyes locked on Mio.

“Poor guy looked so lost where he stood. Wouldn’t have been right to just let him stand alone while you were out and about,” she said, subtly tilting her head to the side to eye Megumi from top to toe.

You quickly took a step to the side to block her view. Whatever her intentions were, if she was actually interested in him or if she was just looking to get a rise out of you, you did not appreciate the glint in her eyes or the visible heat in her cheeks as things grew more tense.

You didn’t even try to hide the roll of your eyes at her sugary tone, fed up with her fake attitude. “Just-“ you took a deep sigh. “Just keep your hands off my boyfriend, got it?”

“Then don’t let your handsome boyfriend stand all alone for me to get my hands on,” the same fake smile plastered on her lips. You swear you were about to let your hand come travelling through the air to slap her across the face, the alcohol not helping on your restraints.

Taking a step closer, you felt a few eyes start to turn towards you. “You better watch what comes out of your mouth next-“ eyes widen when she clicked her tongue before once again tilting her head to address Megumi.

“You let her talk like this?”

The whole interaction Mio’d had with you had instantly made Megumi dislike her immensely, wearing an expression of distain at how she could even think to talk to you like that — but you didn’t notice this, too focused on channeling all your self control in not getting yourself arrested.

“I’ve had enough of your bullshit, Mio! This whole attitude is going to get you slapped one day, and I’ll make sure of it-“

Once again, Megumi spoke your name. “It’s not worth-“

“And you!” Spinning around to face your boyfriend, whose eyes were as big as saucers when you seemed to have shifted all your fury to him, having a stern finger lingering on his chest. “Is this funny to you?” The slightest crack in your voice could be heard, Megumi’s eyes flittering between yours in utter confusion, not understanding why he was on the receiving end of your loud remarks.

“What? No, of course not-“

“Suddenly in college and decide you wanna be all social and outgoing?” He heard how the heartbreak was subtly latching on to every word, the intoxication in your system making it harder for you to control the quiver in your chin.

“That’s not-“ he cut himself off with a sigh of thought, the little alcohol he himself had consumed having his brain move a little slower than usual. “Let’s take this somewhere else,” he said and reached for your arm again, only for you to flinch away stubbornly.

“What? You don’t wanna do this here? Embarrassed people will see?” Both of you knew he was hating every second of the scenario taking place, the nosy eyes that were now glued on you having his face slowly turn red. However, that wasn’t his biggest concern, not even close — you were.

He carefully leaned in closer so you were the only one who’d be able to hear him. “You don’t wanna do this here.” His voice was soft, the tension in your shoulders only slipping for a second at the sound of his compassion. “Come on,” he nodded towards the backyard that was a lot less crowded. “Please.”

After a second of steadying your breath, you shyly nodded in agreement. With a lot of love in his gesture, he snaked his arm around your waist to lead you out, but not before Mio got the chance to throw another comment at you.

“What a behaviour from our president,” every word laced with petty venom. Megumi’s grip grew sturdier around you to prevent you from launching at her.

“She’s not worth it. Let it go.”

You were practically shaking with adrenaline caused by Mio’s tasteless comments, mixed with the hurt you’d come to feel after spiralling about your boyfriend’s sudden changed behaviour, wrapping your arms around yourself once Megumi had led you to a secluded corner of the garden.

“You enjoying all this female attention you’re suddenly getting?” It tumbled out of you before he had the chance to ask.

“Where’s this coming from?”

You scoffed, the angry tears wetting the corner of your eyes. “First there’s Yukiko throwing herself at you, then there’s Mio, and I cannot see why you don’t to anything to shut them down!” You annunciated the last three words so clearly, pointing your hand out to get the point across.

“What?” He drifted off into a whisper, nearly speechless by perplexity.

“You’ve always been so god damn stoic, distancing yourself from any human interaction at all cost,” you exaggerated, the sobs threatening in your throat, “and now when these pretty girls show an interest you’ve decided it’s time to start being smiley and shit? What’s that all about, Megumi? Do you know how much that fucking hurts?”

His mouth hung open in shock, letting your words sink in as he witnessed how the tears were now rolling down your puffy cheeks, the alcohol causing you to wobble slightly.

“I’ve never noticed,” was the first thing he managed to say.

“Noticed what? That you’re letting these girls flirt with you?” Your shoulders were now bouncing along with your heaving.

“No, I never even noticed they were flirting.”

A moment of silence was shared, your frantic sniffling filling the void before you opened your mouth to snap a frustrated “what?”

“Look,” he breathed, shyly grabbing your chin to force you to look in his eyes. He guess he could actually thank the alcohol for his sudden directness, having strayed from his confrontational ways long ago and now leaning more into an avoidant style of resolution. But right now, the liquid courage seemed to bring out a side of him you desperately needed in the moment.

“I think I’m oblivious to it because of you.” He watched how your eyebrows narrowed, uncertain if it was out of confusion or anger. “I’m still baffled you’re into me. So it’s beyond me that anyone would be.”

He had no idea what words were to come out of him next, slowly sensing that his nerves was having him retreat to his normal, reserved self. “I’ve always been alone, and always enjoyed being alone. Until you came along.”

“But that doesn’t explain why you’re now… I don’t know, engaging in these interactions so happily! What am I supposed to do with that?” You pleaded.

“Well, I think that’s also because of you.” The worst of your sobs calmed down at the statement, your shoulders along with them. “I have you now… so I guess I’m just… happy.”

There had never been a person Megumi had been more comfortable around than you, finally finding someone he was able to completely let his guard down with — but that didn’t mean he was any better with big declarations, still feeling every inch of his skin grow hot with agitated stress, especially with your wet and watchful eyes never daring to look away from him.

“Really?” Your voice cracked, to which he slowly nodded in confirmation.

“I only want you. I’ve only ever wanted you.”

The simple confession, though not a secret, felt heavy, only amplified ten times over by the shots you’d downed not too long ago as your lips once again started to tremble. In sheer embarrassment, your head fell forward and collided with his chest to hide your face.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled between calm sniffles.

His chest hummed with a relieved chuckle as he loosely knitted his arms around you. “It’s nothing to be sorry about.”

He simply held you for some time, feeling your body shake meekly against him while you cried it out quietly, his own mind deep in thought — mostly by how he had been introduced to some insecurities he couldn’t have imagined you were feeling.

Never in his wildest dreams could he have thought these things would cause you as much discomfort as they clearly did, when everyone always saw you as so sure of yourself and confident. And with this newly obtained information, he knew to be more aware in the future if his nativity.

Come morning, he also knew you’d curse and shame yourself for the outburst, and he was prepared to calm you down again when that came.

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a/n okay so, not suuuper happy with this but it’s for those who wanted a more heated argument so here you go, hope it's a little more confrontational than the last one. but we all know megumi would never do anything. also, fun fact, reader's costume is very heavily inspired by my own halloween costume last year lol likes, comments and reblogs is much appreciated

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atsumu miya, who doesn’t care about anyone’s opinion at all because why should it matter?? but the second he thinks you’re upset with him….

pls be prepared to console him, he just wants your love and attention

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'cause he really knows me (so call it what you want)

tags: hurt/comfort, established relationship, argument?, happy ending! 1.1k words

a/n: slightly different style than my previous stuff but it's been a while. fic based on call it what you want.

nagi seishiro isn’t known for being a very public persona.

it’s usually reo who takes that crown; the heir isn’t afraid of posting whatever he has on his mind. his best friend, on the other hand, might as well as not exist for all the presence he has on social media.

you close out of nagi’s blank profile with a sigh.

the teen in question is barely three feet in front of you, headset glued over his ears as some fast-paced first person shooter game blazes on. as if he could hear the sigh, nagi turns around immediately.

“you good?” he asks, dark eyes flicking over your form in scrutiny.

you give him a smile. “fine.”

after a pause, he turns the chair back around, muttering some apology into the headset.

with another exhale, you roll over onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. sometimes you wondered if nagi was purposely ignoring you when you were over, or he was actually just that dense.

for god’s sake, you were in his bed. you had been in it for at least two hours, and he had been on the game for probably three.

you eye the back of his head again. all that time on his computer was going to give him a headphone dent soon enough. hell, if you squinted, you could already see it forming.

in one smooth motion, you roll over once again to step off the bed. “bathroom,” you say, not sure why you’re even bothering.

compared to his LED lit bedroom, the rest of nagi’s household is bright, with large windows littering almost every wall. the afternoon sunset peeks in through slightly closed window blinds, you breeze through the hallway, avoiding making any noise.

you’re not really sure where his parents go all the time. you saw them once, for a slightly awkward dinner, and then never again. either way, he doesn’t seem to mind, so you don’t press the issue. you’re pretty sure he’s spent more time with reo than them anyway.

(deep inside, you wonder if it bothers him. you think it might bother you.)

as you enter the bathroom, you realize that you didn’t even need to go.

so why are you here?

you stare at your reflection through the large mirror, eyes tracing the shape of your facial features slowly. is there a particular reason nagi finds better company in the form of online games? does something not fit his many likes?

you find your hand steadily approaching your mouth, and actively push it down. it’s taken you long enough to stop your anxious habit of biting your nails down to the quick, and you’re not excited to start that again.

instead, you go for something safer: turning on the sink and absolutely dousing your face. the coldness helps ground you, helps you realize that you probably should take the hint and just leave.

your phone’s in your hand before you realize, some dark emotion taking over to write a message to your boyfriend.

going home. ill text you tomorrow.

you’ve made a decision. and honestly, you think nagi’s made one too. you doubt he’ll even see this message- or even notice you’re gone- for at least an hour.

it still takes you two minutes to leave the bathroom.

the sound of your steps almost echoes in the large house. your vision blurs with every beat of your heart, and you know that you’re simply being stupid.

crying did not act as a viable solution. crying fixed none of your problems.

your fingers clasp over the door handle-

and there is a hand on your shoulder, bringing you to an abrupt stop.

“hey,” nagi’s familiar voice says. “why are you leaving?”

you turn. and you can spot the exact moment nagi realizes you are crying. his usually tired eyes widen to an extreme, then he’s stepping backward, taking you with him.

“y/n, what's wrong?” he asks. “did something happen?”

so the sobs start coming faster, for you realize he still doesn't understand- he pulls you into his embrace, and your cries become muffled by his soft hoodie. you can tell he’s trying to awkwardly console you from the rhythmic pats on the back.

when you finally manage to get out your words, he immediately freezes.

“sei- sei, it’s you.”

nagi gently pulls you away from his chest. he stares down at you with uncomprehending eyes, still so heartbreakingly concerned.

“it's me?”

those two words get your own tirade flowing.

“i don’t know if you know me anymore. i don't know if you still want me anymore,” you inhale, guttural. “i look at us and wonder if you would notice if i wasn't there. i look at us and don’t even see a couple. i- i think you might be better if i wasn’t here.”

there’s a beat of silence. he swallows.

“i would.” he says softly.

you meet his gaze.

“i would notice if you were gone.” nagi continues. you think he’s never been more ready to talk in his entire life. “y/n, i would notice- i can’t stop noticing you.”

“i don’t say it enough. i know. but i also know that you’ve changed your perfume lately. i know that you’ve been feeding the stray cat in your neighborhood. that you’ve been thinking about going to the beach. that you want another ear piercing. that you’ve started another save in my game.”

you blink rapidly.

“i know i don't sometimes act like it. but i’m listening, y/n. and i’m sorry. i’m sorry that i don’t tell you i love you. because i do. i love you.”

your mouth is hanging open, all tears stopped from sheer surprise. nagi stares at you, gaze searching.

you nod. it’s all he needs.

and so his entire body relaxes into you, and it’s just ironic enough to get you laughing. (and crying, again.)

“i love you too,” you manage out. “i love you too- and i’m sorry i made you leave your game, and i named the cat melon, and-”

nagi snorts into your shoulder.

there’s no more words to be said after that. you're both too busy laughing at each other, hands tangling in the other's hair.

it probably seemed a little strange to other people, having a boyfriend that didn't act like he was a boyfriend to the online world. one that didn't seem to mind long silences. maybe it did bother you, in the smallest sense there was.

but honestly, in moments like these, you were willing to let it go.

because in this moment, seishiro nagi was your boyfriend/lover/something. it didn't matter that he didn’t shout it from the rooptops, didn't matter that no one could put a label on it.

he was here. and he saw you. and that was all you needed.

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SONGS THEY LOVE TO MAKE OUT TO!

✿²˖ ࣪ ➣ includes : suna rintaro. iwaizumi hajime. atsumu miya.

note : me after incorporating my music hyperfixation into all my works. also can u tell im so obsessed with all of these men's arms n hands.

SUNA RINTARO: REDBONE BY CHILDISH GAMBINO

makeouts with suna are always distracting you. this night was no different except for the fact that you're on the floor. well, you're sittting on the rug beside his bed that's pushed up to the wall. he's sitting against it, and you're in his lap facing him. you're on your phone, not paying attention to the boy directly in front of you, too busy trying to instruct one of your project partners on how to use microsoft. suna is not usually jealous. who cares if someone's into you? it's not like they have a chance. you never entertain them anyways. he just misses you. he was out of the city for a week for an away game, and he's hardly kissed you since he left. he's had awaken, my love! by childish gambino playing for a while now, head lolling back on the bed, bored out of his mind. "babyyyy" he hums in complaint after you giggle at your phone. "hold on rin, i'm almost done... god these people are so stupid, i swear i'm literally carrying this project" you roll your eyes as your fingers fly across the screen, the tapping filling the silence until your boyfriend groans and brings his head up to look at your pretty face. the intro of redbone kicks in, and his mind starts racing, thinking about all the times he's kissed your lips to this song. his hand snakes around your waist, and you feel his thumb start tracing hearts into your skin. "you're too pretty to be worrying about school," suna pouts, "you should pay attention to... other things..." his suspicious trail off causing your eyes to flick to his face, but before you could find his eye contact, he was planting kisses onto your neck. "rin," you whine, winding up to tell him off, but he makes his way up to your jaw, grinning against your cheek when you catch his eye. "rin i can't..." you sigh, incredibly receptive to his touch despite your words, dropping your phone still open on your messages to wrap your arms around his shoulders. "you just look so good, i could hardly myself," he mumbles before pressing his lips against yours, hands making their way to hold the dip between your jaw and neck. you lean into his desperate kiss, and when your fingers carress the nape of his neck, you feel him smile. "missed you so much baby"

IWAIZUMI HAJIME: NIGHTS BY FRANK OCEAN

makeouts with iwaizumi always start out polite. it's always just one kiss, something casual, until he starts getting needier. you had dragged your boyfriend into another late afternoon nap, him shirtless, and you wearing one of his faded graphic t-shirts. you're woken by the sunlight beaming through iwaizumi's ineffective blinds. his arm is lazily holding you and he's laying on his stomach, you're on your back. you place your hand on his forearm and hum along to the end of hold on by the internet. you had forgotten you put on a playlist. you hear iwaizumi grunt and you giggle. "you awake finally?" he teases, turning on his side to face you and you do the same. "take a guess, genius" you quip back and he tsks. he doesn't say anything though, chest to chest and noses touching, he just stares into your eyes. sometimes he wakes up with you next to him and he is baffled at how he managed to pull someone as gorgeous as you. his eyes only break from yours to flick to your lips, and you can tell he's trying to be discreet by the way they immediately dart back. the song changes, and you both smile at each other knowingly. you were about to exclaim that he should just kiss you, but he interrupts that thought to oblige, and your face goes hot. his kisses still gave you butterflies despite being with him for so long. you kiss him back, matching the way he deepens it, hands over your hips as he pulls you onto him. you gasp at the sudden nature of it, and he grins against your mouth. you break free and move your hands from the sides of his face to his bare chest, but he pulls you closer to kiss up your shoulder and your collarbones and ultimately brings you back to kiss him. as the beat switches, his strong arms hold you tighter, closing whatever distance the two of you might have had before. he groans in your mouth when your hands tangle in his hair, tugging on it slightly when he quietly mumbles, "i love you". he could kiss you all day if he could, and he acts like it.

MIYA ATSUMU: ONE NIGHT ONLY BY SONDER

makeouts with atsumu are intense and frequent. he loves pda, he's the type of guy to use any excuse to show off his girl, and is that such a crime?! he needs to stop kissing you at parties though, i fear you've become that couple. you were both a little tipsy, and when atsumu drinks, he can't take his hands off of you. so when he started kissing on your neck, you rushed him to the bathroom to avert everyone's eyes from the pda. you shut the door behind you, and atsumu quickly takes the opportunity to close the distance between you two until he had you pressed against the door. "oh, hey," you say with a sarcastic smirk that he matches. "hi baby," he bites his lip, looking you up and down and then back to your eyes, "you look so good... i couldn't stop looking at ya, princess" he knows he's not subtle. your heart beats to the bass of the song playing through the door as he cups your cheeks in his big hands. he leans in to kiss you fervently, leaving you breathless and almost as needy as him. his hands thread through your hair and yours do the same as he nips at your lips playfully. you giggle and he pulls back just enough to speak, resting his forehead on yours. "you're so perfect" is all he says before he starts peppering you face and neck with soft kisses, working his way up back to your lips to capture you in a kiss much more intense comparatively. his hands roam your back, and you melt into his touch as the two of you intertwine. the world fades away, it's just you and him and the song. "hey are y'all done in there or what?" osamu knocks irritably, gladly interrupting you much to both of your displeasure. you laugh, and atsumu rolls his eyes. "yeah yeah whatever," he calls out, planting one last kiss on your cheek before you drag him out of the bathroom, "this will be continued later, promise you baby" he's so corny

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“BSF TO LOVERS IS SO CLICHE !”

suna smau (fem reader)

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to be loved is to be known | suna rintarou x reader

you're in love with suna. you think suna's in love with someone else. he's not.

slight angst, happy endings, and miscommunications atsumu is sexy reader is gn wc: 1481

It is dusk and warm and just barely humid when you realize you don’t know Suna Rintarou at all. 

You know that Suna likes chuupets and volleyball and his dingy digital camera with the cracked screen. His left eye twitches slightly when he lies, he always ties his right shoe before his left, and he keeps forgetting to buy pencil lead despite preferring mechanical pencils over traditional. He likes the rain. Can’t bite into ice cream. Wool scarves over fleece, seven followers on his private Twitter, and is always late because he likes feeding the stray cats in the alley next to the Family Mart with the good sausages. 

What you didn’t know is that Suna Rintarou is in love. You find out from Kita Shinsuke, who tells Aran after practice, a conversation not meant for your ears but gracing them nonetheless as you stand before the entrance to the gymnasium. You feel a dryness in your throat and a sting in your eyes as Kita shares that Suna is not only in love but confessed to someone. Maybe it’s your divine punishment for eavesdropping. Maybe it’s rotten luck. Because, coincidentally, and horribly so, you’ve been in love with Suna Rintarou ever since you met him. 

So when Suna walks up from behind you, back from the vending machine, and asks you why you’re lingering outside and staring at Kita with that look on your face, you lie. 

“I have a crush on Shinsuke.” You blurt out. 

He blinks. Once. Twice. And stares. 

The longer Suna stares at you under the grey, purplish-pinkish sky with his hands shoved into his pockets and his left eye twitching, you realize you don’t know him at all. Because Suna, in all his indifference and nonchalance, looks hurt. You see something flit beneath his eyes, but you’ve never been good at reading people. So you settle on the idea that it’s something less than betrayal but more than indifference, and you don’t know why your heart’s beating so fast and sinking, pitter pattering and twisting in your stomach. 

You feel sick. 

“You like Kita-san,” He says, and it comes out as a statement, not a question. He blinks a third time, and as the look in his eyes disappears as quickly as it came, you decide you much prefer the hurt or the discomfort or the something over the blank apathy that he’s looking you over with now. “You have a crush on Kita… Shinsuke.” He finishes, and you can’t hear the bitterness in his voice over the shrill of your heart. 

You’ve always liked Suna’s eyes but tonight you like the pavement more, and as you stare a hole into the concrete beneath you, you ignore how your feet are fidgeting and your palms are sweaty and how Rintarou is hovering over you. 

“Mhm,” You squeak, tearing your eyes from the asphalt with the cracks and an ugly pill-bug on the ground. As you look up to grey eyes and dark hair, you wish that loving Suna Rintarou was harder. 

“I’m, uh, I’m going to tell Shinsuke tomorrow.” You say, Shinsuke’s name foreign on your tongue compared to the warmth and honey that Rintarou’s tastes like. I’m in love with you and this is a bad idea, you think. I like you, not Kita, is what you don’t say. Instead, and arguably worse, is the mention of Miya Atsumu’s name. “Atsumu gave me the confidence to confess!” 

Suna pauses. 

“Atsumu told you to?” He asks, and it’s the most bewildered you’ve heard him in a while.

A glance at his phone. Hands that emerge from his pockets. If you weren’t so preoccupied with the concrete you would have seen the twitch of his fingers and the tightening of his jaw as he opens Line. You nod dimly. 

“Okay,” is what he says, and you feel your heart in your stomach again. You look up. “Okay.” He repeats again. 

And maybe it’s the hurt that stings in your chest from Rintarou being so okay with you (hypothetically) being in love with Kita Shinsuke that pushes your eyes to water and your mouth to open. 

“Is that it?” You ask. 

A beat of silence. And then, a scoff. 

“Yeah. Congratulations,” Suna says. “Good luck.” 

As dusk turns to nightfall and what was a barely-humid night in July is now overwhelmingly warm and sickly and hot, Rintarou’s gaze is overbearing. And when your eyes start to swim and Suna’s gaze turns to confusion and then realization, you do the only thing you know how to do. You bolt. 

An incessant string of dings. Your lip wobbles under your teeth as you pull out your phone from under your covers. 

from: miya osamu (21:03)  where the fuck did ya go  and whys suna blwoin up my phone

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:03)  WHYYSS SUNARIN BLOWING UOA PP MY PHONE ??!?@@>>!?>??!??! WHYS HE SAYIN U LIKE KITA-SAN

from: you (21:05) its so over i ran home

from: you (21:05)  i told him i like shinsuke and that i am confessing to kita  tomorrow

amazing perfect miya atsexy and miya osamu are typing…

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:06)  WHAT

from: miya osamu (21:06) r u fuckin stupid why would ya do that

from: you (21:07) i heard shinsuke tell aran that suna confessed to someone today and then rin came back so i told him i like kita bcuz i panicked and also he cant know i like him right as he’s ginna get BAGGED wait but idk if he got rejected or not WHO AM I KIDDING suna would NOT get rejected LOLOL but anyways i think he knows i like him bcuz i started cryig and then he had this look on his face like he knew i was bullshittin him now venmo me money before i kil msyelf 

from: miya osamu (21:12) yeah he was gonna confess to YOU today

from: you (21:12) ?

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:12) HOLY MISCOMMUNICATION

from: you (21:18) Wht??

from: miya osamu (21:19) suna was supposed to confess to u today 

from: you (21:21) but shinsuke said rin already confessed

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:22) why wiud u ever think about takin gossip from KITA SHINSUKE AN WHYD YA BRING ME UP IM GNNA BE STONED AT DAWN

from: miya osamu (21:22) HOORAY !

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:22) SHUDDUP  

You bolt, again, but this time it’s out of your bed, down a flight of stairs, and through your front door. You’re halfway down the street near the Family Mart with the Good Sausages™ when you barrell into someone who smells faintly of blackberries and Suna’s laundry detergent. 

“Excuse me,” You blurt, scrambling away, until you feel a grip on your waist and a familiar shape behind you with a familiar smell and a familiar voice, and Ohmygod, you’re out of breath and close to frantic but Suna Rintarou is holding you steady by your waist, warm and tall and here. 

“Rintar-”

“I like you.”

You feel it more than you hear it- Suna is muffled and quiet as he mumbles into the back of your shoulder, tall frame folded into you. 

“Idiot.” He adds, and you don’t have to turn to know the tips of his ears are pink and his eyebrows are furrowed. “You’re an idiot.” 

It’s twilight, and just-barely humid when you realize that Suna Rintarou knows you. 

Suna knows that you ramble when you’re nervous. He knows that you like the rain and you don’t like humidity. You carry extra lead in your pencil pouch and you like volleyball and stray cats. You can bite into your ice cream. You color coordinate your bookshelves. You don’t have a crush on Kita Shinsuke. 

You don’t know that Suna keeps his digital camera with the shitty cracks because you bought it for him from a shop in Akihabara. You don’t know that Suna leaves his packs of pencil lead at home because leaning over your desk in class and seeing that smile on your face is far more fun. You don’t know that he writes with extra pressure on his worksheets to crack his lead and ask for more. 

You didn’t know that Suna Rintarou is in love with you. 

So he grins into your shoulder and tells you.  

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i need brazil hinata shoyo so bad

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Megumi isn't one for public displays of affection, which is why you jolt a little when he suddenly winds an arm around your waist and pulls you so, so close to him.

"You alright?" you ask him, threading your fingers through his hand that tugs at your waist.

He squeezes, then makes a little sound deep in his throat. When you look at him, his pretty mouth is set in a line, and he's staring daggers across the room.

You laugh a little– nervous, a bit incredulous, watching the blush climb to the tips of his ears– then follow his line of sight to where a group of guys stands. They're sizing up Megumi, one of them smiling at you. When he meets Megumi's eyes, the smile seems to melt from his lips and he turns his back.

Oh.

Megumi's lips press against your jaw. You lift your chin and angle your body into his. "Did you think they were–"

"Checking you out? Yeah," he says, nudging your cheek with his nose.

You hadn't known him to be jealous before, and if you're honest with yourself, it's both flattering and maybe a little bit concerning. You aren't one to be possessed and controlled, but something about him protecting you from being objectified makes your chest swell with pride. It feels good to be wanted so intensely by someone.

So you take his face between your palms and make him look you in the eye. "I'm yours, Megumi."

His eyes flit back to the group. "Just making sure they know that."

You push a little harder, smashing his cheeks until his lips pucker. "Do you know it?"

He searches your face for a moment, his expression unreadable, if not a bit serious. After a moment, he visibly relaxes, then leaves a featherlight kiss on your mouth.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do."

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ushijima headcanons bc bro needs more appreciation 🤗🤗💗💗💗💗 (and bc im rewatching haikyuu and im actually going INSANE.)

i feel like he kinda gained a habit of reaching for your hand a lot. idk why but he’ll stare at it for a minute and then just grab it wordlessly

1000% the kind of guy to get you “just because” flowers. i think he’ll see them at a local market and then make it his life’s mission to make you a pretty bouquet

he’s actually really good at cooking. he enjoys it, especially when he sees the glow in your eyes when you try his food

enjoys taking the scenic route when you guys take a drive somewhere. not only does he find the landscape beautiful, but it gives him more time to talk or even just be in your presence

speaking of driving, he definitely does that move where he puts his hand on your headrest when he’s backing out🤗🙏

i feel like he can read you really well. like if you’re uncomfortable somewhere or maybe just not feeling well, he tries to get you out of that situation

actually kinda going back to the hand thing, he rlly likes your touch. it’s so warm against his skin and he feels so at ease with you around

i feel like he’s very academically smart, his grades are impeccable and he’s always helping you in your classes. but social/street smarts? yeah umm not so much. it takes a little while to adjust at the beginning of your relationship but you soon find how well of a match you are for each other

back to the “reads you well” part, he also remembers everything about you. your order at your local coffee shop, why you don’t like certain foods, and will never forget a special date

he also likes spending money on you, insisting you buy that new shade of lip tint even if it looks just like the one at home, because with him around, you shouldn’t have to worry about a single penny

this one’s kinda silly but i just KNOW he’s the type of mf to bring in all the groceries in one trip

always sends you “good morning” and “goodnight” texts. but since it’s ushijima, it’s kinda like “goodnight, sleep well❤️” a little basic but trust me, he’s much better at showing his love in person

speaking of, his love language is definitely acts of service and probably quality time. whatever he can do to make your day a little better, he’ll do it

he takes such good candid pictures of you it’s actually insane. you genuinely don’t know how he even takes these without you noticing but somehow they’re always amazing

also, he doesn’t like deleting pictures of you. something about it doesn’t feel right to him so he’ll have a handful of pics that have your face all blurry or cropped out, but it’s still you so why should he delete it??

pls i just know his embrace is so secure and warm….. like you’ll ask for a hug and even if he doesn’t always understand how of why his physical touch makes you feel so special but he never declines

i know this is cliche, but he’s obviously strong af so picking you up is no problem and he’ll often do it if you get tired of walking. he also insists you sit on his back while he does pushups. his words not mine🤞🤞

cat lover. like one day you two went to a pet store to buy some treats for moms dog and he makes eye contact with a gray cat.

you guys forgot about the treats and ended up buying a bunch of cat stuff

✮ — haikyuu might bring back my motivation to write….

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just a quick quick little headcanon that nagi runs hot and he’s always warm. but no matter the temperature, he’s gonna have you wrapped up in his arms the entire night with a grip so tight it’s practically impossible to squirm out. he’ll turn on a fan, open a window, and tear off the blankets before he even considers loosening his arms on you, even after your complaints of it being “too hot”

he just loves you so so much and adores how you feel in his arms, why would you want to leave in the first place?

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꩜ — comfort, kinda school au, ooc nagi?, implied chubby reader, 0.6k wc

thinking about how you’d be studying super hard for finals week and draining yourself, growing more lethargic with every hour. the words on the page look like they’re blurring together and you’re almost positive you’ve been trying to read the same paragraph for like 10 minutes.

you’re broken out of your trance when you hear a faint mumble of “shit-“ come from behind you. the clacking of the keyboard suddenly becomes more apparent and you turn around to see nagi on his computer. was he studying? heavens no, this is nagi we’re talking about, he was playing on his pc. he looks cute, you think, his head tucked into the collar of his hoodie, leaving only the honey-like glow of his eyes and the softness of his hair peaking out. the brightness of his screen is turned down, you notice, probably out of courtesy because he knows you’ve been studying hard.

“y’done?” he hums, a low grumble in his voice, most likely from tiredness. you feel just a little bit bad. nagi insisted on staying awake while you studied because he “can’t fall asleep without you”

you sigh and shake your head, getting up from your seat to stretch. nagi reaches his hand towards you and lightly tugs on the fabric of your shirt. he pulls you into his arms with ease, turning his chair for you to be able to stand between his legs. his hand covers the small of your back, the other arm looping around your waist as he leans his head on your lower stomach. your hands gravitate towards his hair, raking through its softness. it’s slightly damp, he took a shower a while ago but never bothered drying it.

a comfortable silence lingers in the air and you can feel your sleep catching up to you. “can you be done? ‘m tired,” he mumbles, tugging you to sit down on his leg. you glance over at the time on the screen, reading 1:49am. yikes. nagi drags a kiss from your exposed shoulder up to your cheek, hand rubbing against your back. he knows how stressed you are and he doesn’t like it. mostly because it takes away from your nap time with him.

“i still have chem to study for..” you sigh, slumping against him out of dread. there’s a short silence as nagi stares at the glow of his computer screen on your cheek. he a little bad considering he’s always been gifted when it comes to academic. he doesn’t study at all and manages to get at least an A on the test. “that’s not until next week. cmon, pretty, it’s late. lemme sleep.”

his slow and gentle touches across your back slowly lull you to fall limp against his chest. you know studying is important, but right now it feels like there’s just bricks in your legs and his embrace is always so comfortable. he takes your silence as a yes and turns off his pc before lifting you up. even considering the amount of training he does for soccer, it still surprising how easy it is for him to just pick you up like a ragdoll.

he climbs into bed with you still in his arms, tugging the blanket over the both of you. nagi’s always brought a comforting sense to you and he makes you physically feel all the stress seep out of your body. you sink further into his chest and practically start melting into him with your proximity. he holds you tightly and securely, pressing a kiss onto your forehead before the both of you knock out for the night.

✮— what is up guys!! let’s ignore my long ass “break”😇