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no one's usually allowed to get close enough to notice, but todoroki touya ➶ dabi doesn't mind if it's you.

you first notice the flecks of white when you're lounging on the couch, touya's head nestled in the comfort of your lap as your fingers comb through strands of jet black.

the tiniest of snow white growing out from the root, blink it and you'll miss it.

you hand in his hair stills and he grunts, displeased like a kitten that wasn't quite done being petted and looks up at you, "what?"

a breath, hesitantly, tentative in its approach, "i uh, didn't know white was your natural hair colour."

he pauses for a moment, long enough for you to notice, before his eyes fall shut again. no one's usually gotten close enough to take note. "yeah. i don't like it though, prefer black. had it done this way for ages."

a hint of bitterness lingers in his words and catches in the back of his throat but he doesn't elaborate, and you decide not to push it. your fingers resume in their motion without a hitch, gently grazing your nails against his scalp just the way he likes it and he almost purrs in response, head sinking even further into your thighs.

his expression returns to it's previous state, relaxed and at peace aside from the slightest furrow in his brow. it calls out to you, and you lean down to press your lips against it hoping to soothe out the frown. he hums lowly, laying a rough and calloused hand above yours that's resting against his chest.

the room returns to it's quiet, nothing but the thrum of the fan and faint noises of the outside seeping through the walls, and your voice soft and sweet. touya thinks he may be able to doze off it this keeps up. "can i help you retouch them? your roots i mean."

"sure, only if you're good." he scoffs, no bite, just laced with a tinge of mirth and teasing.

you beam, "when am i not?"

"don't even babe."

a/n: 10 minutes in the train on the way to work and a dream

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todoroki shoto doesn't say it, but he loves when you shift closer to his right when you're feeling warm.

his quirk being the way it is puts him in an optimal position to be either your personal air conditioner or heater. cold out? he's pulling you to his side with a hand on the small of your back. forgot to bring a portable fan? no problem.

so when it's 90 degrees out, feeling like a hundred, and sweat is lining your back and making your shirt stick to your skin uncomfortably, he beckons you over to him with a soft c'mere.

"it's so warm..." you whine as he eases you into his right, cool hand thumbing against your thigh in a soothing motion, the lower temptature of this side of his body contrasting against your warmth like the crisp of downing an ice cold beverage on a hot day as you sink into the couch.

he hums softly, absentmindedly, "good thing you have me then."

there's barely a ghost of a smile on his lips, but the subtle lift in his words betray him.

as you bury yourself impossibly closer and tuck your head under his chin, he chuckles quietly, the soft rumble of his chest drumming against you like a purr. "comfy?"

mhmm, you murmur, eyelids drooping and falling shut in contentment, not before pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw.

the prettiest of pinks paints his cheeks no matter how many times he's been on the receiving end of your love and affection, and he can't help himself from returning the favour, leaning back ever so slightly to rest his lips against the crown of your head.

perhaps there are merits to stifling hot days.

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── LAZY SUNDAY MORNING 黒尾 鉄朗 kuroo tetsuro

contains: fem!reader, post-timeskip!kuroo, fluff, established relationship, domestic bliss, pet names (baby)

word count: 1.2k

as part of the hq! summer fic exchange — for miss misu @bouqette ♡

the other side of your bed is surprisingly empty.

while that's not uncommon for kuroo who often has to get up early for his nine to five, it is strange for a weekend.

he still keeps up with his regular morning fitness regime, not truly being able to drop the well oiled routine he's cultivated even after stepping down as captain of the volleyball team in high school. it's ingrained in him after all this time, though he's a lot more lenient with himself since then. he's still firm, just a tad softer, and you love it all the same.

but that's saturday's business.

it's sunday morning, the mutually understood and agreed let's not care about breakfast and rot in bed until lunch pocket of time that you've carved out in your personal schedules no matter the circumstances.

and he's missing.

sunlight's tricking in through the smallest gap between the curtains and you groan, rolling over to blindly pat around the bedside table and check the time on your phone, the glare temporarily flashing you and you squint, not quite ready to face the day just yet.

8:34AM. it's still way too early.

the sheets on the side where he lays is still warm, he probably hasn't been up for too long, you muse as you gently rub your eyes and reluctantly pull yourself up, slipping on the first t-shirt on top of the messed up pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. it sits wide on your shoulders, one side slipping off and the hem grazing your upper thighs.

smells like kuroo, smells like home.

you pad quietly towards the sound of a sizzling pan and soft humming, a song playing quietly around the open kitchen with lyrics that ring a bell but your barely conscious mind can't put two and two together. it's a sight to behold, so peaceful and quaint, you wish you could take a picture but alas, your phone remains charging on your bedside table.

warmed by the golden rays of saccharine sun shining against his bare broad back, kuroo's almost glowing, a few small moles and marks littering his back like a sea of constellations in a clear night sky and you can't help but be drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

goosebumps rise on his skin when he feels you loosely wrap your arms around his waist, tensing up in surprise for a second before registering the softness of hands that can only belong to you, relaxing as your thumbs find purchase on the waistband of his shorts.

"mmm, good morning." you mumble against his skin, apologetically pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade for unintentionally scaring him as you relish in the heat radiating off him from the inside out. "you're up early."

he hums, free hand pushing the wild strands of his jet black hair in all of it's early morning mess back before placing it above your own, finding yours like its instinct, second nature. "wanted to make you something."

"what's the occasion?"

"what, can't spoil my girl with breakfast in bed?" he glances back now with a cheeky grin, and you return a sweet smile, eyes trailing across his features, extra boyish and youthfully fresh out of slumber. you take a deep inhale, chest pressing against his back as you take in the aroma of a wonderful home cooked meal and his natural scent mixed with what seems like your body wash. soap thief. "speaking of, why aren't you still in bed?"

you murmur with droopy eyes and the smallest pout you don't even know you're making, and kuroo has half the mind to kiss it off your face, "you weren't there..."

"aren't you a clingy little baby hmm?"

he chuckles fondly when he feels your soft hum vibrate against his back, not even trying to deny his statement. you always did love hanging off him like koala. with his stature and physique, how can you not?

his hand gently squeezes yours, "i'm almost done here, do you want to get you and your cute butt back into bed?"

you nod and make a sound of agreement but put in no effort to leave, instead tightening your hold on his waist, finding solace in the subtle yet steady rise and fall of his torso with every breath he takes. it's a comforting feeling, a motion almost like the rocking of a chair, rhythmic and constant, and you're sure that any longer of it will begin to lull you back into the gentle, irresistible embrace of drowsiness.

he sighs dramatically, borderline whining, and you just know he'd be clutching his chest if his hands weren't busy with the food and toying with your own, "you're so stinking cute it's unfair..."

it easily falls into a dreamy, comfortable silence aside from the occasional clang of utensils and clinks of ceramic, the flame of the stove turning down slowly until it fizzles out and completely disappears. you take turns spooning food into each other's mouths and exchanging kisses in between, surrendering to the moment of respite with eyes barely open. you swing your legs back and forth while perched on the counter, the surface cool against your skin as kuroo remains close, never straying too far as he stands between your thighs nursing his first coffee of the day with a hand absentmindedly tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears.

this little compact kitchen's enveloped in a special flavour of comfort, never quite filled but always full, of mutual love and shared aspirations, whispered promises and bellowing laughter.

many nights have been spent with hands clasped over the clean marbled island after long days, and countless mornings of what seems like rush hour in your own home with the both of you scrambling to have a cup of anything caffeine and small bites before inevitably having to run off to your commitments.

from carelessly dancing barefoot with the backdrop of the refrigerator light to giggling with scrunched noses and scrubbing the life out of a pan charred from burnt food, it happens more often than you think when distractions are abundant with someone like kuroo, countless of little instances and silly happenings have carved it's mark into the nooks and crannies of this space.

time has come and gone, seasons changing as with the stages of your life but this? simple moments like this will never fade, a small but unwavering fire burning in the many walls of your home and hearts, tucked away with a lock and the matching key that's been disposed of a long time ago, long before exchanged vows and three words spelled out by eight letters.

and you wouldn't have it any other way.

a/n: started writing this like a month ago jeez, then shit hit the fan and now i'm here / title is also one of my favourite perfume scents ;3

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── HOMECOMING 糸師 冴 itoshi sae

contains: fem!reader, angst, aged up characters, breakup (reasons unspecified), implied childhood friendship and sibling-like relationship with rin

word count: 0.8k

the past comes running back and you can't hide from it, no matter how hard you try. a part of you never wanted to anyway.

grief manifests in shades of pink.

it's in strands of a darker, brownish tint. locks that loved being tangled between your fingers, stroked and combed through with soft touches and bathed in sunlight as they splay over plush white pillows and tousle from being buried in the comfort of your chest. you still find them strewn around the house, loose strings trapped in the shower, a wisp on the living room floor, mixed in with the sheets. no matter how much you clean, traces of them remain like the permanent draw of lint to nylon.

you see it in the shade of pink painting your lips, one that's left countless stains across the cheeks, forehead, lips, nose, anywhere within reach, of the one you loved, still love. the exact hue in the tube burning into the back of your eyelids along with every curve, angle and sculpt of his face.

it's immortalised in pictures, the dust of colour finely powdered across his cheeks when you say something and catch him off guard, once round with baby fat and slowly loosing its fullness as the years rolled by. now you can only hope to trace across them with the pad of your thumb, all that's left is the feeling of glossy paper on your skin.

it's strange isn't it, how the world seems to continue in its orbit, yet your whole universe seems to have simply stopped, frozen in a time where the other side of your bed was still warm and there were two toothbrushes in the mug by the sink.

your days have felt hollow since itoshi sae left, nothing but passing dates checked off the calendar.

everything reminded you of him. that used to be a happy thought, akin to a sweet nothing. you spent a good portion of your life with him after all, once neighbours to the itoshi's, now just a receipient of apologetic smiles. you're still close to his mother, you drop by with flowers every month and she insists on cooking you a meal, just like old times.

she'd sit you down and talk about you, what you've been up to and how's the family, but never about him. yet just being in that home, felt like holding a piece of him in the palm of your hand that you should no longer have access to. it felt wrong, and you felt guilty, though she never has and never will hold it against you.

you see rin there on a rare occasion and you catch up over tea like grown adults, even if it means still being sat cross legged on the floor of his childhood bedroom like when you were kids and having convenience store popsicles after.

there's no more toys scattered over the ground, no more bunk bed, just a twin sized bed one on each extreme end of the room. it's mostly untouched, only rin occupies it when he returns home on breaks to visit family. the less than perfect plushie you gave sae at age five still sits against the headboard. you can't bear to look at it for too long.

"i win. what about you?"

you shake my head, showing him the stick. you used to, not anymore.

"i spoke to niichan the other day." that's new, you didn't know they were on speaking terms.

"he asked about you." oh.

you look up at him then, expression unreadable for the most part but there's a slight hint of pain no matter how much you try to bury it. the words leave you before you can stop them, barely above a whisper, "what did he say?"

"asked me to check up on you."

"what, does he think i can't take care of myself?" you scoff, but there's no bite, there never is when it comes to him. "is that why you're here?"

he doesn't deny the latter.

"you know he doesn't think that." rin mentions offhandedly, but really, he's eyeing you as if he's trying to gauge your reaction. "season's wrapping up, he's coming home."

he's coming home.

you can't help the tinge of bitterness seeping through your words, and as you picked at your nails, a part of you knew that deep down, you never moved on, and if rin's words imply what you think they do, maybe he hasn't either, but you need to hear it straight.

no roundabouts, no beating around the bush.

"and what has that got to do with me?"

he sighs, letting his head loll and his fridge mask his eyes for just a second, like he knew this would happen, "do you really need me to spell it out for you neesan?"

"he wants to see you."

notes. should i do a pt2 of the meeting or let them grovel

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taking care of you is second nature, and miya osamu always prepares a portion for you without you having to ask.

there's nothing quite like the joy of finding a tupperware of home cooked food tucked near the base of your bag. it's still the slightest bit warm to the touch of your cold fingertips, nothing a quick microwave can't fix. you were wondering what that odd hard corner poking into your torso was on the way to work, just a container filled with love and a flavour palette with osamu written all over it.

it's no secret that one of osamu's love languages is cooking, especially for you and the people he holds dear. it's evident in the way he remembers your likes and dislikes, takes note of offhanded mentions of your cravings no matter how obscure, and never fails to make sure it's well balanced and suitable for your appetite, lifting you up from the inside.

he's meticulous to a fault, from a container filled to the brim with nutrious delight that tastes like home in a bite, right down to the post-it notes with a cheeky message and a doodled heart never to be missed.

noticed you haven't been eating well lately and you didn't have lunch prepared for today. this is easy on the stomach but will still sufficiently fill you up for the rest of the day. there's an extra onigiri in there in case you need a midday snack, yes it's your favourite. make sure you take time to eat okay? i better see an empty tupperware in the sink when i get home or you'll be hearing it from me. ♡

osamu doesn't say i love you all that often, other than the daily mandatory one accompanied with a kiss before he leaves for the day, and the one before succumbing to the lull of dreams behind closed eyelids, but it's so tangible in how he looks after you in his own little unspoken ways, from careful methodical hands in the kitchen to your happy belly, and his favourite smile of yours when his food hits the spot.

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── SURPRISE? 緑 谷出久 midoriya izuku

contains: gn!reader, teacher!izuku, fluff, slight crack, established relationship, pet names (sweetheart, my love, honey, baby), izuku calling his students his kids like a dad that stepped up

surprising him on his birthday with the help of his students — happy deku day ♡

a/n: this was a spur of the moment thing so it's actually already the 16th for me, but it's still deku day somewhere in the world

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── WHO GAVE YOU MY NUMBER? 佐久早 聖臣 sakusa kiyoomi

contains: fem!reader, idol au, idol!msby, idol!sakusa, atsumu playing wingman, fluff, very brief non-explicit mention of harrassment (slide 13-14), saeko cameo

notes: special ty to stellar for brain rotting with me ♡

an unlikely friendship and more blossoms from a certain blonde leaving an inkigayo sandwich in your green room with sakusa kiyoomi's number in it.

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morning routines ft. soft boy tobio who can't keep his eyes off you

tobio is mesmerised.

it’s a sight that he tries to make time to see everyday, and he does often, but it doesn’t fail to fill him up with a rush of warmth like a breeze tickling his cheek on a windy day, caressing the pale skin and leaving a lingering touch in it’s wake.

every swipe, pat, spritz, you name it, is done in precision like you’ve memorised every step and motion to heart even though you’re barely coherent at times — he can’t help but associate the connection to how he plays volleyball. he knows it’s a little different, obviously, but the concept is there.

you often catch glimpses of him through the mirror, looking at you with the softest look in his eyes. you’re the person of his dreams, how could he not? sometimes he comes up behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder, not before pressing a chaste kiss to your skin and sleepily nuzzling in your neck like a drowsy kitten just awoken from slumber.

“hey baby, you okay?” you gently ask with a smile, pausing your movements to lean your head against his.

he only hums in response, murmuring barely above a whisper, that you’re so beautiful.

with the early morning sunlight trickling in through gaps in the blinds, your eyes shut with an amused huff, tilting your head slightly to plant your lips against his temple in a featherlight touch. in the pale golden glow, you shine, and tobio thinks that in quiet moments like this, there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

a/n: old repost ;3

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── BEHIND YOU! 緑 谷出久 midoriya izuku

contains: gn!reader, prohero!izuku, fluff, slight crack, established relationship, pet names (hun, love, baby)

word count: 0.8k

baby, a demon spawn behind you!

midoriya izuku is a gentle soul, despite his strength, you're convinced he wouldn't even hurt a fly, unless it mattered of course. with no one else to call, it's unfortunate that you've ended up in this predicament.

"izu?" your voice shook as you called out the name that never once struck fear in your core. that sentiment still rings true, yet the alarm coating your words doesn't slip past izuku. nothing does, not when it comes to you.

the grip on his phone is secure, any tighter and he's probably going to break it on accident, knuckles bordering white as he desperately tries to understand what's going on. "what happened hun? talk to me."

your voice clips as it gives in to static and poor connection, "t-there's, it's in t-the bathroom."

"what's in the bathroom love? did someone break in?" this is the worst case scenario because he installed one hell of a security system for you under the guise of just in case. you'll never know these days, it's better to be safe than sorry.

your breathing is quick, coming up short and leaving your chest heaving, almost aching as your voice trembles with worry. "it's coming towards me—!"

"shit okay okay, shh, deep breaths baby." at this rate he might need those breaths more than you, his heart clenching at the thought of someone laying even a finger on you. it angers him, his blood boils at the audacity of whoever, whatever it is that's causing you such distress, but he lets it simmer with a harsh inhale and exhale. he needs to remain calm for you. "are you hurt?"

"n-no." you choke out, and he can almost picture you shaking your head like you always do. "hurry, please..."

"good, that's good to hear hun. i want you to stay on the phone with me okay? i'll be there very soon." he thanks his lucky stars that he was patrolling just around the neighbourhood, an uneventful shift today for the most part, that he could drop everything and rush over quickly.

izuku barely holds himself back from kicking down your door and when he passes the threshold, your scream echos through the speakers of his phone and the otherwise quiet apartment. the shrill terror causes him to throw the device on the nearest soft surface, the couch, and sprinting towards the bathroom. it bounces off and clatters to the ground, but that's the least of his concerns right now.

his heart drops to his stomach when he spots you backed up into the corner, knees tucked under your chin as you clutch your phone, eyes wide.

"hey, hi, i'm here, look at me." he kneels down to face you, gloved hands gently cupping your cheek and pulling you into his side, "are you okay?"

your uncertain nods do little to soothe his nerves and his suspicions are confirmed when you cower deeper into his hold, "b-behind you izuku!"

there's no time to dwell, and speed at which he whips his head around almost puts his previous speed records to shame, fists bracing by his sides as he gently pushes you behind him. the sight before him stops him in his tracks though and he freezes, pausing comically as he spots the very thing that has you seized by fear.

a little spider no larger than the pad of his thumb, slowly crawling across the cool tiled floor towards the two of you.

izuku huffs out an amused breath, grabbing a piece of tissue and redirecting the creature's path, picking it up and bring it to the window. "go on then."

as it scurries away, he lets out a huge sigh of relief, dropping to his knees and visibly deflating as he pulls you into his arms, the tension leaving his body as quickly as it came. "oh my god, you scared me. i thought—i thought someone was hurting you."

he feels you bury your face further into the crook of his neck and he presses a kiss to the crown of your head in comfort, as if to affirm that it's okay when you mumble against his throat, "i'm sorry, you weren't home and i panicked..."

"you're alright, don't be sorry. i'm actually kind of glad you called." he continues with a cheeky smile when you peer up at him confused, "i was missing you all day, and i'm not technically at fault for leaving my post if it's because someone called for help right?"

with your giggles and a light slap to his chest, the last of his worries leaves his system as he cradles you, the both of you still in a heap on the bathroom floor. izuku has to head back to patrol soon, but for now he indulges in the feel of you against him, soft and pliant and no longer stiff with fear.

it's so silly to call a pro hero over something trivial like this, and he kisses you to shut you up when you apologise for the nth time. but he's your number one, and what's a hero if he doesn't ease the hearts of the people, his person? even if it's just over a little spider.

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reo doesn't understand your attachment to his old, tattered t-shirt.

this was the last thing you thought you'd be squabbling over today.

"god, why do you still have this?"

"because you gave it to me!"

the hem is fraying, it's sporting multiple steadily growing holes and a stretched collar, but most importantly, it's the very first t-shirt that reo gave you early in your relationship.

you're almost offended when he suggests throwing it out.

he holds it up with a small perplexed frown, inspecting the piece of fabric with disdain as he clicks his tongue in mock disgust. "but it's so tattered, i can easily have this replaced babe. it's not even that expensive, not that it would matter."

"no, it's not the same." you argue defensively, absentmindedly attempting to snatch it out of his grasp, only for him to cheekily tug it just out of your reach, your fingers barely grazing against the cotton softened with time and wear.

"what are you—" your eyes almost bulge out in panic when he makes a move to get up, fearing the mischievous glint in his amethyst eyes. "wait, where are you going?"

you shriek as he slings it over his shoulder and gets up to leave the room. "give it back!"

his laughs echo through your apartment as you scramble to your feet to chase after him, banging your fists against his back in protest and begging him to let go of your prized possession. "wait, reo please! i'll get it patched up, sew up the holes myself even, just don't throw it away!"

in his defiance, your words fall on deaf ears, and in an act of desperation, you wrap your arms as tightly as you can around his waist and press yourself into his frame. your strength doesn't amount to his in the slightest and does little to deter him, but the muffled words against his back causes his heart to clench, slowing him to a stop.

"it's seen me through the nights we've spent apart, when the closest i got to being with you was talking through the phone, or when you're away and i'm cheering you on through the live broadcast."

reo stays silent as he takes your hands in his, turning himself around to pull you against his chest. there's truth in your words and he knows it. unfortunately his career started forcing some distance between you not long since you've started dating, but his heart has always been right there with you, even when he can't physically be.

your face burns with bashfulness of your sudden outpour but there's a hint of nostalgia and yearning laced in your quietly muttered words, "there's so much time and memories wrapped up in the fibres of this old t-shirt, i just can't bear to let go of it you know?"

"i know." he coos, combing his fingers through your hair and pressing kiss to your temple in apology, "i'm sorry i even considered it."

you shake your head with a harmless exaggerated scowl, all bark and no bite, just his sweet, sweet love. "just give it back to me or you're sleeping on the couch tonight."

"yes ma'am."

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hinata shoyo hasn't been on a date in a while, and he is slightly mortified that he's rambling. but can you blame him? he can't help it when he's droning on and on about how much fun he has playing volleyball and you're looking at him with glimmering eyes that rival the stars and that soft smile.

by some stroke of luck, he's making you laugh and it sounds like heaven's song. he'll make it his goal to do that as often as he can tonight, and the next time, if you'll have him.

you will, he just doesn't know it yet.

tonight's been going well so far, so much so that he's already making plans in his head to see you again, maybe invite you to an upcoming game, have you sit in the vip section right where he can see you with the slightest turn of his head. will you be smiling with the same wide-eyed wonder like you are today, cheering his name like a prayer for lady luck to shine on him?

oh god he hopes he doesn't get nervous, he wants to show you his best plays after talking up a big game. what if he messes up right in front of you or god forbid, fumble a serve—

"you okay there, hinata?" there's that damned smile again.

with swift nods and an embarrassed flush painting the tips of his ears, he sputters out a soft apology as you giggle into the back of your hand, the sound ringing sweetly in his ears in tandem with the wind chime by the front door of the quaint little cafe. just lost in thought, he says.

shoyo thinks he'll be fine, as long as he gets to see you again.

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僕のヒーローアカデミア MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

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SMAUS / TEXTS

surprise? ⋆ midoriya izuku (fluff) surprising him on his birthday with the help of his students

ONESHOTS

behind you! ⋆ midoriya izuku (fluff) baby, a demon spawn behind you! | 0.8k

BLURBS

heat waves ⋆ todoroki shoto (fluff) he loves when you shift closer to his right when you're feeling warm.

taking root ⋆ todoroki touya ➶ dabi (fluff) no one's usually allowed to get close enough to notice, but he doesn't mind if it's you.

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ブルーロック BLUE LOCK MASTERLIST © opulace. please do not repost, plagiarise, translate, or feed my work to ai.

works are listed in alphabetical order

SMAUS / TEXTS

ONESHOTS

homecoming ⋆ itoshi sae (angst) the past comes running back and you can't hide from it, no matter how hard you try. a part of you never wanted to anyway. | 0.8k

BLURBS

threads of love ⋆ mikage reo (fluff) reo doesn't understand your attachment to his old, tattered t-shirt.

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ハイキュー HAIKYU MASTERLIST © opulace. please do not repost, plagiarise, translate, or feed my work to ai.

works are listed in alphabetical order

SMAUS / TEXTS

who gave you my number? ⋆ sakusa kiyoomi (fluff) an unlikely friendship and more blossoms from a certain blonde leaving an inkigayo sandwich in your green room with sakusa kiyoomi's number in it.

ONESHOTS

lazy sunday morning ⋆ kuroo tetsuro (fluff) missing bed rotting hours in exchange for breakfast? not the worst trade. | 1.2k

BLURBS

first date ⋆ hinata shoyo (fluff) he hasn't been on a date in a while, and is slightly mortified that he's rambling.

love contained ⋆ miya osamu (fluff) he always prepares a portion for you without you having to ask.

morning routines ⋆ kageyama tobio (fluff) soft boy tobio can't keep his eyes off you.

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