#haikyuu fluff

[jiuwi]

THEY’RE AWAY FOR TRAINING CAMP ！

𖦹 ft. haikyuu men ; established relationship

𖦹 BOKUTO KOUTAROU

misses you 24/7, probably gets distracted a lot during training too because of it

sends you a million texts and pictures about what he’s doing (↓)

“i’m eating dinner now :D”

“i miss u :((((”

“I LOVE UUUU MWA!!!!!”

...will most likely send a picture of him in a sleeveless top ( without him knowing his effect on you )

𖦹 KOZUME KENMA

the type to say “i wish i was home with you instead.”

sends you cute pictures of all the cats he encounters

would send you a picture of himself but only his eye or hair is shown

“i ate apple pie today”

“(⁠/⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠(⁠-⁠ω⁠-⁠) hugs”

“i got you a cute keychain, it’s cute like u :)”

𖦹 TENDOU SATORI

always asks how you’re doing through texts

“have you eaten yet?”

“how was your day?”

“rest well (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆”

i have a feeling he does video calls but he’d be too shy to show his face so he always points his phone at the ceiling ( though it always ends with him sending you flying kisses )

sends you a picture of a half-eaten ice cream with the caption: “missing you hours”.

𖦹 SAWAMURA DAICHI

always asks how you’re doing through calls and texts (pt. 2)

“how was your day?”

“take a well-deserved rest, okay?”

“i miss you so much.”

has a picture of you on his lockscreen and considers it as his ‘lucky charm’

a big puppy on the inside so he always melts when you ask him about his day ( if his day was stressful, he’d 100% tear up while explaining it )

[taintedtort]

" PETNAME! "

summary. their petnames for you

characters. bokuto, akaashi, nishinoya

warnings. gn!reader, post!timeskip

a/n. this is short, and i wanted to add kenma but i think he would just use your name lol

BOKUTO

☆ literally everything, but mainly babe

he likes to try out a bunch of petnames, and switches them up based off the situation. you did something nice for him? he’s yelling out an enthusiastic, "thanks, sweetie!" he’s in a bad mood? he’s coming to you whining, "baby!" with a droopy look. however, in normal situations, it’s a simple "babe." he calls you that so often, some people don’t know your actual name.

"babe! did you see me? i was super cool, right?"

AKAASHI

☆ honey/love

it feels very domestic to him, which he sort of likes. he definitely sees being married to you in the near future, so it just comes out naturally for him. also plays around with calling you "love" because you’re the love of his life, obviously! uses "honey" more though, but he may shorten it to "hun." bokuto sometimes teases him for being so whipped, but akaashi doesn’t really mind. it’s true, after all, and he isn’t ashamed of being in love.

"honey, come here for a minute, please."

"goodmorning, love. how did you sleep?"

NISHINOYA

☆ baby

i feel like he may be overdramatic sometimes and call you something like "light of my life" or "my dearest love" but when he’s being serious he uses a simple "baby." like bokuto, he overuses it and rarely calls you by your actual name. if you call him a petname too, he‘ll be smitten every time. literally has hearts in his eyes. he’s very affectionate in public, not caring if he’s practically hanging off you in front of his friends. he snaps back when they tease him, but he doesn’t let go of you.

"hey, baby. whatcha up to?" (literally wrapped around you)

[omisubi]

warnings: fluff, haikyuu timeskip spoilers

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

The screen flashed back to the actors when you turned to your date and asked him, “You know that means I love you, right?”

Tsukishima knew.

He was kind of hoping you didn’t, because for as long as you knew him, you had never missed a chance to bring up the connection between his name and the moon. And although Tsukishima acknowledged the fact, he was not equally adept to your teasing of it.

For as intimidating as he could be, you manage to humble him.

Three months in, you profess your love in a form of a question, and Tsukishima doesn’t hesitate when he simply replies, “I love you too.”

It’s become a habit of yours now, to look up at the moon on occasion, and compliments its beauty. And Tsukishima waits, quietly and expectantly, to hear you ask it just to agree with you.

He likes to admire when you turn to gaze towards the sky. It reminds him to take a moment himself to see the moon for all its worth. A moment of reflection, if you will.

On a special night like this, Tsukishima thinks back to his previous milestones.

He had found volleyball as a sport of passion and pride, watched in aspiration as his brother poured everything he had into it, even when the results and expectations fell short. After seeing hard work unravel into the sidelines, volleyball then became just a sport; something he could expend his skills in for a while before college.

He was cynical, not knowing he just needed something to believe in.

“It’s a matter of whether ‘that moment’ exists for you.”

Was it a simple moment that brought him to life? When his bare hands blocked the ball against the spike of Shiritorizawa? When he spiked a point in his final Nationals match? When he landed his first block as a starter for the Sendai Frogs?

Sure, but it was more so the in-betweens. The hunger that grew in his first year at that humid summer camp, practicing with his senpais (that of a top 5 ace, Bokuto still likes to remind him.) The thirst for victory at the match before Nationals, and beyond then. The ache and yearn for more, even when the sweat had dried.

These feelings come again when he is acquainted with you.

He remembers being in a college classroom, a seat away from you and resisting the urge to fade out the lecture to simply look at you, or to better hear your witty remarks whispered to Yachi. He remembers Tadashi catching on, and cheekily asking if he wanted to switch seats as he rebuffs the offer. Most of all, he remembers seeing you at his games, being teased about it to a time where he couldn’t hinder his pride in it anymore.

There’s no denying he loves you. He loves the way your eyes light up when he tells you an obscure historical fact. Loves how sweet you are to his mom (Akiteru and him think you might be her favorite child) while also being brazen to him. Loves that you speak all the good truths about his friends to balance out his chides and sarcastic remarks, because despite them, he agrees with you.

Quite honestly, Tsukishima counts himself lucky (without Kuroo having to tell him) he was able to attract such genuine individuals, despite his exasperation and his unwillingness to admit it. He just wasn’t used to it, but now… now he is.

He’s used to the way your cup of tea comes with a kiss, or the way your hands seek his when you get to a good part of a book, ready to tell him all about it. Or especially the way you’re competitive that inspires him all too alike some old high-school teammates did (teammates who cannot believe he scored you, by the way.)

And Tsukishima wants it. Craves it. Needs it.

So tonight, on a balcony in the countryside, where the moon is the brightest you’ve ever seen it, he wills himself to plead for it. Let the in-betweens bring upon another significant moment. Hand in yours, Tsukishima asks the question first.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” I love you.

You look at him, slight surprise at his robbery of your line. Tsukishima’s heart is beating out of his chest. He has so much to say (Akaashi had recommended some romantic shonen manga lines), but his mind blanks when you smile at him.

“It really is.” I love you too.

It’s all he needs, really.

A velvet box opens.

Down on one knee, the moon becomes yours.

Marry me.

a/n: lots of love into this one. third gym squad i will never forget you. <3

[educatedsimps]

— "best brother ever!" tiktok trend with hq men

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hq character x gn!reader

a/n: just some more crack filled headcanons while i churn out the rest of the requests 🫡 saw a vid of someone doing this and i was thinking of how the hq characters would react to it LOL hope you enjoyy

cw: fluff, humour, swearing oops, mild suggestiveness towards the end ?

The trend:

"Babe, come 'ere!"

Curious, your boyfriend stepped into the living room where you had your camera set up on a tripod pointing towards you. When he reached your side, you pointed at the camera and explained, "We're gonna do a tiktok trend so just stand here, okay?"

He nodded, before smiling a little and waving at the camera.

Grabbing onto his waist protectively, you spoke to the camera. "If you wanna get to him, you're gonna have to get through me first."

Then you leaned up and kissed him on the lips. He smiled into the kiss, happily kissing you back. Pulling away, you gave him a side hug and turned to the camera, dropping the bomb with a shit eating grin on your face.

"Best brother ever!!"

The reaction:

atsumu and oikawa would scream. and i mean scream. like they're in a horror movie or smth "AYO WHAT THE FUCK???" with all the dramatic facial expressions and hand gestures like bro shut up my eardrums are gonna explode 💀

tanaka, nishinoya and bokuto are the slow processors. they'd just keep smiling and would only get it right before you stop the video. he's HORRIFIED and whipping his head at you like "WHAT DID YOU SAYYY" you cannot stop laughing and poor guy's probably traumatised.

kageyama, hinata and ushijima would be confused. like "why'd you say that? i'm not your brother" or even better, "you don't have a brother" and you'll be looking at the camera like jim from the office like does he not get it ?? 😭💀

akaashi and shirabu would stand there staring at you with the most incredulous look on his face. he'd lowkey be judging you and be like "wHat..." sorry babe it's just a prank 🥰

semi would choke on his laughter and shove you away saying stfu but he'd be laughing about it and he'd probably help you post it afterwards. this man is so... HAHAHAHA i love him 😂

sakusa would also shove you away saying stfu but he's lunging to grab the phone so you can't post it (you'll still post it anyway LOL)

tsukki is all three of the above. would look at you with the MOST JUDGY face on earth before shoving you out of the camera frame saying stfu

kenma, osamu and suna would have the most DISGUSTED look on his face and you can't help but laugh at how his face is scrunched up and pinched together

kita would have the most disappointed look on his face like you'd honestly regret doing the tiktok (it's still funny tho. 10/10 would post)

iwaizumi would freeze, slowly turn to you and stare at you with the same face he made when oikawa asked him "iwa-chan, are you my mom?" HAHAHAHSJHJVF GOODBYE

daichi and suga would be like "bruh". nothing else. just pure "bruh" 😐

matsukawa, hanamaki and kuroo WOULD GO ALONG WITH IT HAHAHAHA "yeah best lil sis/bro ever" AND THEN KISS YOU ON CAMERA AGAIN, EVEN DEEPER THIS TIME 💀 then you'd collapse laughing together

tendō would turn his head, look at you with a loving smile and say "what the fuck did you just say?"

asahi would not know how to respond so he's just standing there looking between you and the camera like "huh..."

futakuchi "this ain't alabama, babe..."

extra thoughts!

after you record all that, iwaizumi and akaashi (he a freaky one 👀) will smirk, smack ur ass and say "best little sibling ever" before kissing u deep 🫶 do what you will with that information

also if tsukki was in a good mood, he'd prolly play along but in the most sarcastic way possible HAHAHA like "yeah, best little sibling ever" before kissing you out of frame lol

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[eggyrocks]

35MM CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: as she sees it

track number eighteen: don't think twice it's alright by bob dylan

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He can see it. Clearly and vividly. Akaashi can see the world through her eyes, and it's beautiful.

In the theater, she leaned in close to him, the length of her shoulder pressing against his as she spoke, voice low and considerate despite the nonstop noise rumbling through the audience. She waved her pom poms in the air in approval and gave Akaashi a slight nudge when the character he's replicating appeared on screen. She gushed praise over the use of color, giggled in his ear about her favorite lines, and bit down on her lip when the emotional climax brought tears to her eyes.

When they left, she took that 35MM camera around her neck and made him stand in front of the marquee. She wouldn't let him move until she got a genuine smile out of him.

"I thought you only took photos of things that inspired you?" Akaashi asked, looking for his car keys as means of avoiding eye contact.

She was just a step behind him. "Who's to say you don't inspire me?"

Now his hands shake slightly as he grips the steering wheel. He's grateful she's providing an in-depth explanation about the brilliance of the film's set design, because he's not sure he could manage a conversation.

Nerves creep up from the pit of his gut to the center of his chest like they always do whenever she's around. Akaashi tries to center his focus on her stream of conscious commentary, but he keeps finding himself getting lost in her voice. He thinks it's a pretty sound. Something he wants to hear more of.

The closer he gets to her apartment, the worse his nerves get. He pretends to not know why, but he does. And when he pulls up to the side of the road where her apartment sits and shifts into park, he can feel them tightening around his throat. Her rant stops, and he shifts in his seat to face her. "Thanks for letting me come with you tonight."

She grins, brightly and widely, beaming like a refraction of light, warm and colorful. "Thanks for coming with me, and putting up with my nonstop talking."

Akaashi smiles. He's feeling selfish. Nervous and selfish and guilty and giddy. "I like how much you talk. I like hearing what you have to say."

She snickers. "You might be the only one."

Selfish, selfish, selfish. It repeats in his head. A self-crucifying mantra. "I can be the only one."

For the first time that night, she goes silent.

The world, as she sees it, is cinematic. It is the blue nostalgia of a coming-of-age film and the furious red heat of vintage slasher. It is the familiar grain in film and the growing tension of a unsettling score. She understands the world and it understands her, and this mutual sort of understanding allows her to bend and reshape what the world has given her, and make something beautiful.

Beautiful.

She talks about intricate details that go over his own head. The tone of her voice conveys a clear love and passion that tugs at Akaashi's chest. She smiles when she speaks and it makes Akaashi feel like he would give her anything she wanted, anything she asked for.

He leans in closer. Slow enough to know what he's doing. Slow enough to know it's wrong. Slow enough for her to stop him, if she wanted.

Her eyes go sort of wide, and he can see that she holds her breath. He inches closer. She doesn't stop him. Akaashi leans over the console and he can smell her perfume. Selfish, selfish, selfish. He raises a hand, and the tips of his fingers trace along the line of her jaw. A shudder goes down her spine. She doesn't stop him. His hand inches up until his fingers breach the roots of her hair, and his palm cups her cheek.

She stares at him, eyes wide and unblinking. He stares back. For a moment, he's still. He contemplates, a moment. Akaashi acknowledges his actions. He acknowledges their consequences.

And Akaashi kisses her anyways.

-> fun facts!

i did not proofread this

like not even a little

yn typed out “you guys” like 15 times and spelled it wrong a new different way each time

it took yn like a good ten minutes to calm down before she could tell iwa noya and kema what happened and by that point they had already put the pieces together

yn and akaashi shared popcorn during the movie and akaashi was really careful not to reach for it at the same time she did

their dinner together was spent mostly talking about each of their favorite medias, books, music, movies, etc

akaashi’s favorite book is the absolute classic frankenstein which prompted yn to ramble about its adaptations

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[noosayog]

[9:47 pm] ft kita shinsuke

wc: 300

i wrote this with kita in mind but tobio, ushijima, akaashi came to mind too!

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Watching a movie is not Kita Shinsuke’s ideal method of unwinding after a long day.

Sure the occasional documentary can be relaxing, but he finds opening a new book or reorganizing the kitchen cabinets much more effective activities to shut his mind off for the evening. 

Yet, here he is, curled up on the couch, scouring film options for the one you’ve been wanting to watch. He scrolls through the icons while you make a ruckus in the kitchen microwaving popcorn, digging out your stash of candy, and putting together a chip salad - all items Kita doesn’t particularly enjoy either. 

He clicks on the classic rom-com and leans back into the couch, watching as you hurry over, laying the multiple bowls and bags in a jumble on the tea table. Kita’s eyebrows furrow a bit at the mess you leave, crumbs tumbling to the floor in your hasty set up. 

“Sorry for the wait, I’m ready now!” 

He hums and hits play. 

You nestle into his side, content to pick at your junk food buffet as the movie plays. 

Kita watches with mild interest, periodically stifling a yawn. But he holds out, because he knows what’s coming. 

An hour in, your hands still, your snacking coming to a halt. Kita watches as you fold your legs up on the couch, pushing further into his side. When his hands wind around your waist, you don’t take your eyes off the screen as you help him lift you into his lap. Kita smiles.

At the height of the movie, when the main protagonist is turned down by her love interest and she walks away heartbroken, Kita feels you fit your hand into his, twining your fingers and holding back a quiet sob. 

He can’t help the smile that blooms wide on his face or the lurch of his heart when you subconsciously squeeze his hand while watching the main characters make up and confess their love to each other. 

Yeah, he thinks as he tucks your head into the crook of his neck, movies aren’t too bad after all.

[froyaoya]

karasuno + nekoma aquarium date headcannons

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NAVI — M.LIST

♥︎ .ᐟ.ᐟ nishinoya, kenma, daichi, kuroo, kags

TAGS / CWS: fluff just fluff

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YUU NISHINOYA

— is the one who asked to go

— CLINGS to you and pulls you by the arm while he runs around

— messes around with the kids who are there, making silly faces and fist bumping them, offering them his forehead and yelling “NOGGIN!” (gets offended when they miss the nemo reference)

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KENMA KOZUME

— will stare at you while you stare at the fish

— but when you turn to look at him, he goes back to his game

— sneaks pictures of you (kenma thinks he’s slick)

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DAICHI SAWAMURA

— pays for your tickets AND the family behind you’s

— buys everything you touch in the gift shop (in my head his love language is gift giving, argue with the wall)

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KUROO TETSURO

— says the weirdest things like “the fish probably think we’re aliens.” , “the way they swim in their own doodoo has the same vibe as cows walking around on their food” ,

— will take you to eat seafood after because he thinks it’s funny

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KAGEYAMA TOBIO

— refuses to go at first but has a better time than you did

— can stay at the touch pool / stingrays for hours

— refuses to eat seafood for months

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author’s note: in honor of ree (me) finally watching the movie i love them sm i missed them so bad. tobio’s & tetsu’s being polar opposites makes me giggle

[haikyu-mp4]

Mattsun finally confessing to their oblivious manager pls? 🥺🤲 she’s the type to have flirtatious advances fly over her head and Mattsun’s not really good with words (it’s his very first confession. He’s nervous. Makki teasing him about it isn’t helping.)

Like the wind

word count; 744 – gn!reader

Matsukawa Issei was about to lose his mind. The only good thing about flirtatious advances flying right over your head like the wind was that at least you didn’t entertain any other guys who approached you either.

“You look good today.”

“I am feeling rather great, the sun shining always makes me feel revitalised.”

And Mattsun would watch with a little smirk from the sideline as you moved on to fill up water bottles as if his advances didn’t go just about the same way.

Well… except for the fact that they could hardly be called advances when he had no idea how to talk to you.

He would typically come over right as you filled the last bottle to carry the baskets for you, and when you thanked him with that pretty smile, all he could say was “Heh pfft yes. You’re welcome.”

As Makki snickered from the entrance to the gym, Mattsun felt like this might be a mission impossible even Tom Cruise couldn’t handle.

“Mattsun, y/n, go get the net, please!” Oikawa ordered, turning to Iwaizumi with a not-so-subtle wink.

“On it!” you yelled back, jogging over to the adjacent equipment room with Mattsun in tow, who was glaring over his shoulder at his friends.

You picked up the net, making an annoyed sound when a thread had gotten stuck on a hook that was a bit too high up. “Could you get that?” you asked. Issei cleared his throat, which made you take half a step back.

He leaned over you and tugged it loose, letting it fall into your arms. Now that he was standing so close, he gulped, looking at you with parted lips as if even he was wondering if any words would leave him. “Uh… good?” he stuttered, lifting a hand to pat the net.

“Excellent,” you emphasised, glancing out into the gym and then back to Mattsun. “Should we go?”

As he moved just a bit to the side, you slipped past him and scattered away, hoping he couldn’t hear the loud beating of your heart.

You’re walking to the gym in the wintertime, Iwa, Oikawa and Makki walking in front of you and Mattsun beside you, the cold biting at any exposed skin as you moved from your last lecture to the gym for practice. While thinking about something you needed to remember for that class, you started fiddling with your hands in thought, and Mattsun noticed.

“Your hands look cold,” he said, pulling the hand closest to you out of his pocket but not saying anything further.

You looked up at him and tilted your head before looking back at your hands. “Oh? Don’t worry, they’re not.”

He grumbled something along the lines of ‘great’ while watching Makki snicker in front of him, taking mental note of where his next serve would hit. The hand was quickly tucked back in his pocket like nothing happened.

It wasn’t until after the last tournament in their third year that Matsukawa finally decided to go for it. He’d watched his friends break down crying after their devastating loss and he couldn’t help how his heart softened while watching you frantically pull tissues out of a box to dry their tears.

As you checked behind you that no player was left behind, a hand touched your shoulder and slid under the strap of the equipment bag. You didn’t startle, seeing it was Mattsun. “It’s not heavy, you know I can get it,” you said with a knowing smile but didn’t make any effort to take the bag back.

“Makes me feel cool, let me have this,” he joked, and it made the two of you chuckle under your breaths as you left the gym. Having a good cry loosened up his nerves, he supposed. Walking out was bittersweet, wanting to enjoy the last bit of energy from the game while the weight of the loss sat heavily on his shoulders. You couldn’t imagine how they felt, but Matsukawa wanted you to at least know how he felt. “I like you.”

You nodded and kept walking, smiling at the tall guy by your side. “I like you too, you know that.”

He huffed, smiling affectionately but still in disbelief. “No, I like you.”

Your legs stopped moving gradually, grabbing his hand loosely as you stopped. He turned to you with an unsure grimace and you tilted your head. “Why didn’t you say so?”

“Believe me, I tried.”

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[tsxkkis]

# tsukishima kei - perfect match

a/n: watch me suddenly appear out of nowhere after the school year has finally ended to post something!! i'm sure absolutely no one is surprised that tsukishima is the centre of this fic, but tbh idk how to feel about it (it's definitely longer than my usual ones but i didn't proofread it, so idk if the lenght is an advantage or not) but i hope you'll like it ^^ with school being over for the next two months i'll finally have time to write, so expect more works soon!!

summary: you and tsukishima decide to help your friends get together, but the plan is long forgotten when you realize what your own feelings are.

warnings: nothing really, canon yamayachi (my loves), some light swearing, bad writing

tsukishima kei did not expect any of his friends to bother him in the middle of the night. hell, he didn't even expect any of them to disturb his alone time at all. and yet at exactly 2.34 in the morning, right as he was about to turn off his currently binge watched tv show and go to sleep, he felt his phone buzzing on the nightstand. 

his eyes focused on your name, written in white font on his phone screen, surely shocked by the sight.

'why are you calling me at 2 in the goddamn morni-'

'is yamaguchi interested in anyone?'

your question caught him off-guard even more than the call itself, his brows furrowing in a weirded-out look. 

'if you're asking for yourself, i'm positive that he is not interested.' 

tsukishima heard a sigh of annoyance on the other side of the call and could only imagine the exact look on your face in this very moment. 

'well, thank god, because i'm not asking for myself.' you said. there were muffled sounds of someone preparing food in the background. 'i'm asking for yachi.'

the blonde boy smiled unconsciously.

'he does like her.' the boy stated, turning off his laptop as he put it back on the desk. 'so much so, in fact, that it can be kind of annoying sometimes.'

you squealed with excitement, a giggle leaving your mouth at tsukishima's remark. 

'perfect! now, listen carefully.'

that singular phone call created an alliance between you and kei. an alliance with only one goal; getting your two best friends to finally confess to each other. to both of you, it was almost infuriating how blind they were; how they didn't notice just how obvious it was that they both shared the same feeling. constant blushing at as little as a mention of the other's name, the stolen glances, the very obvious pining - all of it seemed to be non-existent in the eyes of both yamaguchi and yachi.

but lucky for them, you had a plan.

his eyes lingered on you for a few seconds, as if awaiting a sign from you. tsukishima still thought of your 'master plan' as rather silly, but seeing the determination on your face, and the frown that appeared when he called your idea stupid was enough for him to sigh and go with it this once.

the four of you were currently occupied with studying for a math test coming up next week, everyone nose deep in their notebooks. well, everyone except for kei.

the boy cleared his throat almost theatrically, drawing the attention of the three of you.

'yamaguchi, i think i'll have to pass on the movies this weekend.' he said, the tone of his voice as lifeless as ever. 'akiteru insisted that i go to one of his games, so i guess you'll have to take someone else.'

the freckled boy looked a little troubled upon hearing the information. both you and tsukishima were well aware that the tickets to the cinema were already paid for; yamaguchi would definitely be sad if it all went to waste. 

'well, i guess i can ask hina-'

'yachi, didn't you tell me last week that you wanted to go to the movies with someone?' you barged in before the boy could even finish his sentence, your friend freezing in her spot at the mention of a conversation you had not that long ago, cheeks flushed pink at the mere thought of going somewhere with yamaguchi one-on-one. 'maybe you'd fill in for tsukki?' 

the girl glanced at you, panic in her eyes as an awkward silence filled the room, everyone waiting for her to answer. you gave her an encouraging smile, as if trying to non-verbally tell her to go for it, to use this as a chance to get closer to the boy she liked for so long. 

'if yamaguchi doesn't mind...' she mumbled quietly, head turning to face the boy who was already shaking his head. 

'of course i don't.' yamaguchi smiled, his small dimples showing up in the process. 

you glanced over to look at tsukishima, a triumphant smile on your face as if you just won a volleyball tournament. his hair was slightly messy, and his glasses were sliding off his nose, two of the top buttons on his school uniform unbuttoned, showing a bit of his collarbones. surprisingly enough, the blonde boy smiled back; a small, quick smile that your eyes barely noticed. you had no idea what it was, but something about that singular smile made your heart beat faster. 

don't. the main focus of this entire thing is to get yachi and yamaguchi together. not to think of tsukishima and how attractive he looks- 

shit.

developing a crush on tsukishima kei was certainly not part of your plan. 

at first, you tried ignoring it as much as you could, focusing solely on your friends and getting them to date. as time went on and yamaguchi and yachi started getting closer, you almost felt a sense of relief - you could finally stop spending so much time around tsukishima, which made your chances of getting over your stupid crush higher. 

but it wasn't as easy as you thought. tsukishima was intelligent, pretty, and his snarky remarks and judgy personality actually drew you to him even more with each passing day. through the countless conversations and numerous phone calls, he proved himself to be more than just a salty, mean guy that everyone viewed him as.

'soon enough, they won't even need our help.' you mumbled to yourself as you opened your bento box, a smile on your face as you noticed your mom homemade onigiri inside. 'i don't know what i'll do with myself then.'

tsukishima scoffed, closing the textbook in front of him.

'maybe start focusing on your own love life for once.'

'hey! it's not my fault that i'm a good friend.' you stated, mouth full of food, as you looked up at your friend sitting on the opposite side of the table, looking through the tasks assigned for next week. 'besides, it's not like i'm the only one.'

tsukishima adjusted his glasses, looking up at you for a mere second before focusing back on his notebook.

'touché.'

'oh, come on.' you whined out, dissatisfied with the lack of response from the blonde boy. 'you won't miss this even a little bit?'

alright, maybe just a bit-

'no.' tsukishima stated firmly, fixing his posture as he highlighted one of the important sentences written down. you heard a bit of hesitation in his voice, and the few seconds of silence before hearing an answer couldn't help but make you wonder. you decided to ignore it this time - he was focused on something else right now, there was no need to disturb him. 

'do you think yachi will like my outfit?'

tsukishima was sitting at the edge of his best friend's bed, mindlessly scrolling through his phone and occasionally looking up to see the twelfth - no, thirteenth shirt that yamaguchi has tried on already. the boy sighed, turning his device off. 

'it's your first official date, i'm sure she doesn't mind what you wear.' he stated, gaining a frown from yamaguchi.

'you didn't answer my question.'

'alright, i think she'll like it.' the blonde haired boy said, reaching out for a bag of chips, opening it with a loud sound. 'but i'm sure she'll focus more on the date itself rather than what you're wearing.'

ever since announcing to their friends that they're going on their first official date, both yamaguchi and yachi were full of stress, constantly overthinking every little detail from their outfit to whether or not the date will go well or not. tsukishima found it rather comical - it was only a date after all. why stress over it so much? he never went on one, obviously, but he always thought that when the day came, he'd approach it calmly.

'do you have any tips on how to not freak out?' yamaguchi asked suddenly, catching his friend off-guard. 'during the date, i mean.'

'how can i know? i've never gone on one.'

the freckled boy looked at tsukishima, a confused expression on his face as he processed his words.

'oh.' he paused for a second, his voice quieter when he continued speaking. 'i thought you and y/n were, you know, a thing.'

huh?

to say tsukishima was shocked was an understatement. he genuinely had no idea what to say; he never even let a thought of you and him being more than friends, 'partners in crime', as you loved to say, slip through his mind. never did it occur to him that someone from the outside would see your relationship as being something more than a merely platonic one. 

well, maybe there was something to it after all. 

yamaguchi's words made him wonder - although he did find you annoying at times, it was only occasionally and to a very little degree. that in itself was very rare in tsukishima's eyes, as he found most of the people surrounding him at least normally annoying. you, on the other hand, were a completely different case. your jokes, no matter how awkward or downright cringe, made him crack a silent laugh more often than not, and every time he saw you smile, his lips uncontrollably curved up into a small, barely noticeable one themselves. 

'oh, no, absolutely not.' the blonde blurted out after a long minute of silence, the tips of his ears turning a bright shade of red. 'there is not a single bone in my body that would want to date her. now get up idiot, or you'll be late to your date.'

the moment tsukishima opened his bedroom, after walking his friend to the bus stop, he immediately plopped down on his bed, phone in hand, instinctively opening messages to write to you. surprisingly enough, a message was already waiting for him.

'yachi almost cried because of how stressed she is T-T'

'do you think we should spy on them to make sure it all goes well?'

he found himself smiling at the words on his phone screen, quickly typing back an answer. 

'do you really not have a life of your own?'

'idiot.'

only after a few minutes did he get a response from you.

'can i come over?? i'm bored :33'

a harmless message, one might think. in reality, tsukishima was freaking out at the mere thought of hanging out with you for a reason other than setting up your friends, his cheeks a light shade of pink as his eyes kept digging a hole through his phone. 

you weren't any better than him - hands slightly shaky as you awaited a response for what felt like hours, but was actually just a few minutes. you had no idea what took over you; was it a sudden wave of bravery or rather an idiotic spontaneous choice to ask tsukishima that. but nonetheless, when you finally got the response, you felt ecstatic.

'alright.'

'bring some snacks.'

'kei, i think yamaguchi is he- oh, that's certainly a new face.'

you stood in front of the door with an awkward smile, facing tsukishima's older brother, akiteru, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. to say he was surprised was an understatement - he looked as if he'd seen a ghost. as if a friend that's not yamaguchi coming over to tsukishima's house was so out of the ordinary that it could become a national holiday. 

'come in.' the younger male appeared in the back of the hall, an oversized dinosaur shirt and shorts on. his expression was softer than usual; not until he looked at his brother, whom he gave a sharp stare, signaling him to let you inside and don't make such a fuss about it. 

you sat down on his bed, awkward silence filling up the room. not wanting to make the conversation about your friends as per usual, you slowly realized you don't know what to talk about, trying to think of something, anything, as you began unpacking your bag filled with snacks. 

surprisingly enough, it was tsukishima who spoke up first. 

'wanna watch a movie?' he asked, opening his drawer to pull out two bottles of soda, hidden there so that his brother doesn't devour all of them. 'unless it'll make you even more bored than you were before.'

'well, if you have a boring taste in movies-' 

'says the one who looks like their favorite movie is mamma mia.' tsukishima scoffed under his breath, turning his laptop on and starting to search up movies. you looked at him, a dramatic expression as you pretended to be offended. 

'and you look like you're about to mansplain the godfather to me.' 

a short silence filled the room before you heard the blonde boy let out a short, muffled laugh at your comment. 

'you couldn't be more wrong.' he sat down next to you, a small smile still on his face. 'i found it kind of boring, actually.'

'what do you like, then?'

'horror movies.' tsukishima stated, eyes focused on the screen. 'but tadashi gets easily scared, so i often don't have a chance to watch them.'

'same with me and yachi.' you said, unconsciously scooping a bit closer to the boy as you tried to get a better look at what he was searching up. 'i love them, but yachi jumps at every small scare on the screen. sometimes, she even gets scared when there's nothing happening at all.'

'they really do match each other.' he mumbled, putting the laptop on the bed as he pressed play on a movie he chose. his eyes quickly glanced your way to get a nod of approval on his choice.

'yeah, they do.'

and we could, too.

'are you and tsukishima dating?'

you almost spat out your drink, the words coming out of hinata's mouth catching you so off-guard you were close to choking. 

the three of you, along with kageyama, were currently cleaning up after volleyball practice, the boys racing on who would clean more balls off of the floor.

'no, we're not.' you said in a clearly sad tone with an obvious hint of dissatisfaction in your voice. 'what the hell made you think that way?'

the orange haired boy stopped in his tracks, his signature smile disappearing for a minute as he got lost in his own thoughts. 

'oh! i remember now.' he said after a short while, his grin coming back. 'yamaguchi told me that you two are close.'

'he did also mention that he seems happier around you.' kageyama added, joining the conversation. 'seeing tsukishima happy must be pretty scary.'

not really, you thought. but at the same time, what confused you more was what kageyama said right before. 

he seems happier around you.

yamaguchi has been kei's friend for the longest time, so any of his observations must be true, or at least that's what you liked to believe. but would that mean that tsukishima kei, the salty, closed-off guy whom everyone finds intimidating could possibly like you? was there truly a possibility that he enjoyed spending time with you? 

as you finished cleaning up the hall, saying your goodbyes to your two friends who ran off to practice volleyball somewhere else, a familiar, tall figure appeared in the doorframe, sharp eyes staring at you with an expression that you couldn't exactly decipher. 

'want me to walk you home?' he asked, hands in his pockets. 'it's getting late.'

you looked at him, trying to hide the blush creeping up onto your cheeks before quickly nodding as an answer.

'sure, let's go.'

most of the walk was filled with silence on both parts, exactly as you expected. even though it might've felt awkward for some, you did enjoy his presence in itself enough that a conversation wasn't necessary. 

the boy stopped in his tracks mid-way, reaching into his backpack and pulling out his phone and an old pair of white, wired earphones, showing them to you as a silent question of whether you wanted to listen to music with him or not. you agreed without a second thought, a small smile on your face as he put on one of his playlists. 

'i really like this song.' you mumbled, eyes lighting up upon hearing the familiar melody. with both of you wearing the same set of headphones right now, you were practically forced to walk closer to each other - hands constantly brushing against one another, a faint blush on your face as you tried to ignore it and focus on the music. 

tsukishima, on the other hand, couldn't shake away the thoughts roaming around his head. he felt as if what he was doing now was incredibly unlike him; and maybe it was. but for some reason, he didn't mind being like this around you. less cocky, sarcastic, mean and more... gentle.

he could feel his fingers brushing against yours from time to time, and it drove him crazy. should he go for it and play it off nonchalantly, or just ignore it? should he even make the first move or wait for you to do it?

before he was able to decide, tsukishima felt your hand reaching for his, heart rate immediately speeding up as your fingers shyly intertwined with his, looking the other way to hide your anxious expression.

his hand was much bigger than yours, but somehow it fit perfectly with yours. as if they were created solely to hold one another and nothing else. the plan to get your friends to be together was long forgotten by now - your mind was clouded with thoughts of tsukishima only, and little did you know that his wasn't any different. 

you glanced his way only to find his eyes already on you, hiding his true feelings behind a nonchalant look. only now did you notice that the two of you were standing in front of your house, the boy adjusting his glasses as he waited to see what you'll do next. 

'i guess i should go home now.' you mumbled, but you still didn't move an inch, hand not leaving his. 'see you tomorrow?'

his hand squeezed yours tightly before taking it away, an unusually warm and welcoming smile on his face. 

'sure. see you tomorrow, idiot.'

but as you slowly made your way towards the door, tsukishima couldn't shake away the feeling in him, telling him to go for it. and as much as he tried to resist it, he just couldn't anymore. 

'wait.’

before you could fully turn away, tsukishima kei's lips were already on yours, a sweet, long kiss that felt as if he was waiting to do it for years. his hand traveled to your waist and it didn't take long for you to react; lips moving swiftly with his, noses bumping into one another before you pulled away, a giggle escaping your mouth as you saw just how red tsukishima's face was.

‘don't laugh at me, moron.’ he said, immediately catching the reason for your laughter as he flicked you in the forehead. ‘your whole face is red, too.’

‘i didn't expect you to do this.’ you mumbled, eyes focused on his as you reached to hold his hand again. ‘didn't expect my feelings to be mutual, either.’

‘i'm glad we feel the same.’ his face leaned in closer to yours, a wave of confidence taking over him as he placed a short kiss on your forehead. ‘but i would still prefer to properly ask you out. if you'd say yes, that is.’ 

‘of course i would.’ you smiled, ‘i'd be stupid not to.’

‘should we bet on how long it takes the others to realize we're dating now?’ tsukishima smiled at you, eyes not leaving yours for even a spare second. you laughed at his idea, giving his hand a squeeze. 

‘get ready to lose, kei.’

‘you wish.’

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[jiuwi]

RANDOM HAIKYUU HEADCANONS ！

if you have glasses, he’d try them on out of curiosity. and, in need to feel romantic, he offers to help you wear the glasses again, but instead of putting it on properly, he accidentally pokes your eyes. ( apologizes a hundred times even though you reassured him that you’re fine )

𖦹 BOKUTO, NISHINOYA, HINATA, tanaka, kageyama, LEV

gives you his jacket whenever you feel cold. if it’s still freezing, he’d hold your hand in his and look at you with a worried expression etched in his face.

“still cold?”

“it’s better.. how about you? you’re practically trembling!”

he laughs, then leans his forehead to touch yours, “i’d explore the entire antarctica butt-naked for you. this temperature can’t harm me.”

𖦹 TENDOU, kita, osamu, KUROO, OIKAWA, bokuto

the type who wanted to try cutting his hair by himself and ends up messing it up ( he never tried it again afterwards )

𖦹 KAGEYAMA, nishinoya, BOKUTO, USHIJIMA

literally the sweetest person on earth, a literal angel sent from heaven.

𖦹 AKAASHI, KITA, SUGAWARA

[konuxkii]

NOTICE ME! — KUROO TETSURO

💗 ₊‧ kuroo enjoys your company and your attention, he finds himself craving more of it day by day. But what is he getting so jealous for when you're giving that attention to your friends? You guys aren't even dating.

CHAPTER — 01. | next -> 02. 03.

WARNINGS : friends to lovers?? fluff, light angst, jealous/possessive kuroo, OBLIVIOUS/DENSE reader, light cursing, kuroo might be ooc, 3rd person pov, not proofread

PAIRINGS : kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader

WORDCOUNT : 2.67k (2,679)

A/N : no worries I will post more parts because there's more if you guys like this- This is just a thing I wrote of my oc x kuroo but I decided to paste it here and change some things to make it a x reader so that I can feed all my other kuroo enjoyers<3 Also tried out a header theme inspired by @/aajxs !!

MASTERLIST

Y/n yawned as she walked into school, her bedhead still prominent but not bothering to fix it. Her school bag hung lazily on her shoulder as she walked to her first class. “You’re late, again.” A deep voice spoke as she stopped and looked up, Kuroo leaning against the locker. “I’m not late, I just..slept in..” She mumbled, looking away from the taller male. He raised a brow at her before leaning off the locker, walking towards her. “Of course you did, as always.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, resting his head on top of hers as she went silent, fidgeting with her fingers awkwardly as she stood next to him. Kuroo chuckled at her fidgetting, leaning down closer to her. “What’s wrong? You’re not giving me attitude or talking back..how weird.” He teased as she pushed his face away. “Cut that out-” Kuroo laughed, throwing his hands up as a sign of surrender and smirking.

“Oh? So you're finally awake.” He teased again as he stood straight, smirk staying on his face as he looked down at her. Y/n slightly furrowed her brows at him before crossing her arms, “I guess so.” He chuckled at her response, finding her reactions amusing. “Finally, I was wondering when you’d snap into reality.” He joked as he moved a hand up to her face and gently pinched her cheek. 

She playfully rolled her eyes at him, “Yeah okay. Now let go of me before I become even more late to my class, speaking of which–” She paused, raising a brow up at him. “We have the same class, why aren’t you there right now and instead standing in the hallway like a creep” Kuroo gently tugged at her cheek one more time before letting go and putting his hands in his pockets.

He shrugged and rolled his eyes at her remark, “Wow, you got me.” he spoke, his voice full of sarcasm as he leaned closer to her. He stared at her for a moment before speaking, “I’ll tell you if you stay here for a bit longer, deal?” Y/n hummed in thought, tilting her head “Sure..” Kuroo’s smirk widened as she agreed, his eyes full of victory, “Good girl.” He said in a playful tone, reaching out a hand to play with her hair, twirling a strand on his fingers.

Y/n's cheeks dusted with a light pink at his words as she swatted his hand away, “Tell me already.” He chuckled at her reaction, “Fine, fine, but you can’t tell anyone.” His tone was serious as he stepped closer, their faces centimeters apart.

“I won’t.” She promised, ignoring closeness. His smirk widened even more, they were so close that he could smell her. He felt his heart skip a beat as he even tried to ignore their proximity, “I ditched class so I could spend time with you, I knew you’d be late.” Silence engulfed the hallway as she blinked at him, eyes wide. “You’re all quiet now, shocked that I ditched class just to spend more time with my favorite girl?”

He chuckled and poked at her forehead as her eyes flickered away and back to him, the pink on her cheeks now turning a light red. “Well no I just- I didn’t think-” she stuttered out, looking away from him again. Kuroo tilted his head as he saw her flustered reaction, grabbing her chin and gently turning her face so that she could look at him. “What? You thought I ditched class just for fun?” He teased as he leaned closer, she put her hands on his chest, stopping him from moving any further. “No I just didn’t think YOU of all people would ditch class- plus I didn’t think you’d do it just to hang out-” she nervously rambled, closing her eyes.

He raised a brow at her, noticing how nervous she was and he only chuckled at her nervous babbling. “Of course I would just to hang out with you, you’re my favorite person to spend time with.” He smiled as he gently grabbed her wrists, gently removing her hands from his chest. She huffed at him, “Favorite? What about Kenma?” Kuroo lightly rolled his eyes at the mention of Kenma’s name, “He can wait. I wanted to spend time with you instead.” His voice had a hint of annoyance as she raised a brow at him, noticing his tone change.

“What’s that for? Did you and Kenma get into a fight or something?” He huffed as she pointed out his change of tone, averting his gaze from her. “No, I didn’t get into a fight with Kenma..” He mumbled under his breath, pouting like a grumpy child. She snickered at his pout, her hands moving from his grip to go and gently pat his head. “Then what’s that look for, hm?”

Kuroo’s eyes slightly widened at her touch before he quickly looked away as a light blush coated his cheeks, his expression still a pout, mumbling as he leaned into her touch. “Jealous..that’s it..” “Jealous?” She repeated, her movements stopping as she blinked at him confused. He pouted again as her hand stopped, looking back at her with a grumpy expression. “Yeah..jealous, because you mentioned Kenma..” He continued to mope as she deadpanned at him before smiling. “Ah- okay, I didn’t think you’d get jealous at the mention of your best friend.” She teased as he huffed at her response, a grumpy expression still on his face.

“I don't want to talk about Kenma when I’m with you.” He retorted, jealously still clear in his voice, grabbing one of her wrists again and gently pulling her closer to him. Her face heat up at his actions, mumbling a quiet ‘oh’ as he spoke. He only smiled, satisfied with how close they were, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pulled her against his chest. Burying his face in the crook of her neck and inhaling her scent, arms tightening around her.

“I don’t want to hear Kenma’s name- anyone’s name when I’m with you. I want your attention to be on me and only me..” He mumbled against her skin, his breath sending a slight shiver down her spine as her face flushed. ‘Wait what? He’s jealous because he wants all of my attention? He’s being so needy it’s like he’s my boyfriend or something- no no he wouldn’t, he can’t. He would never- we’re just close friends’ She thought to herself as she shook her head. His grip around her tightened as he felt her shake her head, his face still buried in the crook of her neck.

“Why are you shaking your head? What are you thinking about?” He purred, whispering as his lips brushed against her ear. She squeaked at the feeling, ‘What is he doing?! I knew we were close but are we THIS close?!’ she thought as the bell rang and people began leaving their classes, she moved her hands up to push him away again.”Quit-! Class just ended and we have to go to our next one before the teacher realizes YOU skipped.” He groaned and pouted again as she pushed him away. He really wanted to keep holding her, relish the feeling of her body against his but he knew she was right. The both of them would be late if they didn’t leave now.

“Ugh, fine fine, but don’t think you’ve escaped so easily, we’re gonna continue talking about this later.” He teased, his voice mixed with a hint of annoyance as he let go of her and took a step back to give her some space. She nodded at him, a bit confused at what he meant but not thinking too hard about it as she began walking to her class, one of her friends coming up to her as they walked together. A small frown appeared on his face as he watched her walk with her friend.

He didn’t like it when she was talking to someone other than him, his face became sour as he watched her laugh and joke with her friend, he huffed and shoved his hands into his pockets, continuing to watch their interaction from afar. ‘I don’t like it. I don’t like when you’re not paying attention to me.’ He thought to himself as he frowned, stopping in his tracks as he thought more.

He knew that if he intervened he would seem like an annoying, jealous boyfriend. ‘Wait. Boyfriend? No, that’s not right. It’s me just being her protective friend, not her boyfriend.’ He scolded himself, trying to shake off those kinds of thoughts as she waved off her friend, arriving to her class as she slid open the door and sat in her seat, Kuroo hesitantly following suit as he sat in his own chair not too far behind hers. He pulled out his phone and started to scroll, trying to pass the time before class started but his mind kept drifting back to her.

Kuroo’s frown returned as he heard her laughing with another one of her friends, he wanted to be the one to make you laugh like that not them. He clenched his phone tighter as jealousy started to consume him, watching from afar as she laughed with her friend.

“So~” her friend, Rin spoke, leaning on Y/n's desk. “When are you gonna tell him about your crush huh?” Y/n's face turned red as she looked at her friend, “What?! What makes you think I’m gonna tell him?! There’s no way he likes me back-” Kuroo’s eyes widened when the word ‘crush’ was mentioned, perking up as he continued to eavesdrop on the conversation, trying to listen intently to what was beng said. “Awe whaatttt” Rin whined, “But you’ve been crushing on him since forever so why wait?” Y/n groaned as her face was still red, "Because I dont want to- I want to figure out if he likes me first is all.."

Kuroo’s heart started to beat faster as the conversation continued, he didn’t want to admit it to himself but he hoped that she would mention him as her crush, curiosity and hope filled his mind as he waited for more. Rin hummed at her words as she went to sit at the seat beside Y/n, “Okay okay, anyway. Weren’t you gonna try to be Nekoma’s manager? Didn’t think you’d take that with y’know..how lazy you are?” Rin teased as Y/n scoffed at her.

Kuroo leaned forward in his seat as he listened to the conversation, is interest piqued even further as the topic changed to her applying to be the volleyball teams manager. He raised a brow to himself, wondering why she’d want to do that considering her usual laziness.

“I just..” She murmured, fidgeting. “Wanted something to occupy myself after school..” Rin raised a brow at her, “Right, it’s not so that you can get closer to him?” Y/n's face turned a darker shade of red, frantically waving her hands at her friend. “What?! No! Why would I-” A small smirk tugged at the corner of Kuroo's lips as he watched her, finding it adorable seeing her get flustered by Rin's question, he chuckled and continued to eavesdrop. But he couldn’t listen for much longer as it died down, the teacher walking in and beginning the lecture.

His smirk faded as class started. His focus no longer being on her but on the teachers lecture, he silently sighed and leaned back in his chair, his foot tapping impatiently on the ground, the seconds seemed to tick by slowly as his thoughts continued to linger onto Y/n. He couldn’t seem to focus on anything but her, thinking about the conversation he overheard between her and Rin. He kept glancing at her, their eyes meeting for a brief moment.

He couldn’t even focus on the lecture, he was supposed to be paying attention but he found himself more interested in her. She tried to continue focusing on the lecture as she nervously shifted in her seat, she could feel Kuroo’s staring burning into the back of her head. ‘What is he staring so hard for..’ His eyes followed her every movement, his gaze fixated on her. He could tell that she was aware of his staring, and it made him smirk to himself as he continued to watch her. Finding it amusing seeing her squirm under his gaze.

She let out a sigh, the school bell had saved her yet again. Kuroo watched as everyone packed up their things and left, he slowly stood up and made his way over to her desk, his eyes lingering on her as she spoke with Rin. His expression a mixture of jealousy and irritation as he approached the two. Y/n smiling at him as Rin lightly waved.

Kuroo plastered a fake smile and nodded at Rin in acknowledgement, his eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced at her before focusing his attention back to Y/n. “Hey.” He said in a casual tone, though his underlying irritation could still be heard in his voice. “Yes?” She tilted her head at him as he huffed as he met her gaze, his irritation becoming more prominent. “I need to talk to you. Alone.” His tone was laced with insistence as he spoke, glancing over to Rin and giving her a pointed look, hinting that he wanted her to leave them alone. Rin letting out a small ‘ah’ noise before nodding, patting Y/n's shoulder and leaving the classroom. Kuroo’s eyes followed Rin as she left before he turned his attention back to smaller girl in front of him, he took a step closer to her, his gaze fixated on Y/n as he tried to control his irritation.

He took a deep breath before speaking, “Why were you talking to Rin so much?” He questioned, a hint of irritation still present in his voice as she looked at him blankly before crossing her arms, “Because she’s my childhood friend?” He huffed at her response, his frustration with her answer growing. “I know that, but why do you have to talk to her so much? You guys were talking and giggling like you were having the time of your life.” She narrowed her eyes at him, frowning as her chest tightened, “I didn’t know me having fun spending time with my friends was such a problem for you.”

Kuroo clenched his fists as he snapped back at her, “It is a problem for me when you’re not paying attention to me!” He exclaimed, his jealousy and frustration boiling over as the room fell silent, Y/n letting out a quiet sigh as her expression dulled. “You don’t own me Kuroo, I don’t have to always pay attention to you.” She paused, her voice firm yet quiet. “We’re not dating, you’ve done nothing but be so possessive all day long…” She continued, sadness in her voice.

Kuroo’s eyes widened slightly at her words and he paused as he heard the sadness in her voice, taken back by her tone, realizing that he was acting jealous and possessive without any right to be. He took a deep breath, his expression becoming more solemn. “I know that. I know we’re not dating and you don’t owe me all of your attention…it’s just..” He trailed off, unsure of how to express his feelings without sounding like a jealous idiot.

Y/n looked away from him, grabbing her bag and putting it over her shoulder, “Look, class is starting soon and I can’t be late. We can talk later.” Kuroo watched her walk away from him, his heart sinking as he saw the sadness on her face. He wanted to reach out and stop her from leaving, but he couldn't.

“Shit..”

He cursed himself, frustrated with his own behavior. He knew that he messed up, and he couldn’t shake off the feeling of guilt gnawing at him.

What was he being so jealous for?

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First Kiss

Pairing: Kozume Kenma x Reader Genre: Fluff a/n: day one of me coping with fanfics............. idk how this fic made me feel

You strolled leisurely through the park, hand in hand with Kenma Kozume, your boyfriend of three months. The late afternoon sun bathed the surroundings in a warm golden hue, casting playful shadows on the ground. As usual, you were the one who had initiated the hand-holding, gently intertwining your fingers with his. Kenma didn't resist, but his grip was always tentative, as if he wasn't entirely sure he should be holding on.

"Look at that," you said, pointing to a group of children playing on the playground. "They're having so much fun."

Kenma glanced over, his cat-like golden eyes taking in the scene briefly before returning to the path ahead. He had his portable game console in his other hand, but it was off, a testament to his effort to focus on your time together. "Yeah," he replied softly.

You squeezed his hand, feeling the familiar, comforting warmth of his touch. "You know, you could have fun too, if you let yourself," you teased, a mischievous glint in your eye.

Kenma's lips twitched in a small, shy smile. "I'm having fun," he said, but it was clear he meant it in his own quiet way. He was never one to get overly excited about anything that didn't involve video games or the occasional volleyball match.

"You call this fun? Just walking and holding hands?" you teased again, nudging him lightly with your shoulder.

He glanced at you, a hint of amusement in his gaze. "Being with you is fun," he murmured, his voice almost lost in the gentle rustling of leaves.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Kenma wasn't one to express his feelings openly, and such a statement from him was rare and precious. You leaned in closer, feeling bold. "You know, Kenma, if you keep saying things like that, I might think you actually like me," you teased, knowing full well he did.

Kenma stopped walking, turning to face you fully. His expression was as composed as ever, but there was a flicker of determination in his eyes. "I do like you," he said, his voice steady.

You blinked, taken aback by his sudden boldness. "Well, that's good to hear," you replied, a playful smile on your lips. "But you know what would be even better?"

Kenma raised an eyebrow, silently prompting you to continue.

"If you showed it more often," you teased lightly, poking his chest. 

Kenma looked down at where your finger had poked his chest, a faint blush creeping up from his neck to his cheeks. He was silent for a moment, his mind clearly working through something. You were used to his quiet nature, his way of processing things internally before responding.

"I do show it," he mumbled, almost to himself, his eyes not meeting yours.

You couldn't help but chuckle, leaning in closer. "Oh, really? Is this your way of showing it? Because I think you can do better, Kozume," you teased, knowing how to push his buttons just enough.

Kenma's eyes darted up to meet yours, a rare spark of frustration flickering in their golden depths. "You just don't get it," he muttered, his voice a mix of irritation and embarrassment.

You grinned, feeling a bit triumphant. "Well, then, make me understand," you challenged, stepping closer to him.

Kenma's gaze hardened, his shyness momentarily overshadowed by a surge of determination. He looked around briefly, as if to ensure no one was watching, then took a deep breath. "I'm gonna have to shut your lips with a kiss," he declared, his voice steady but the blush on his cheeks deepening.

Your heart raced at his words. You had teased him like this before, but he had never actually followed through. "Go ahead," you replied, your voice softer now, almost breathless with anticipation.

Kenma stared at you for a heartbeat, his eyes searching yours as if looking for any sign of insincerity. Finding none, he stepped closer, his free hand coming up to gently cup your cheek. You felt the world around you blur, the park, the children, the sunlight—all fading into the background as Kenma leaned in.

His lips met yours in a soft, tentative kiss. It was brief, a mere brush of lips, but it sent a shockwave through you, leaving you momentarily stunned. Kenma pulled back slightly, his face mere inches from yours, his eyes searching yours for a reaction.

You blinked, trying to process what had just happened. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your cheeks felt warm, and you were pretty sure your face was as red as his. "Kenma..." you whispered, your voice shaky with emotion.

He bit his lip, his own expression a mix of anxiety and hope. "Was that okay?" he asked quietly, his shyness returning in full force.

You let out a breathy laugh, your hands coming up to cup his face. "More than okay," you replied, leaning in to press another, firmer kiss to his lips. This time, Kenma responded with a bit more confidence, his hands steadying on your waist as he kissed you back.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless and blushing. Kenma's eyes were brighter than you'd ever seen them, a small, genuine smile playing on his lips. "I guess I can show it more often," he said softly, his fingers intertwined with yours once again.

You smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the sun. "I'd like that," you replied, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

The two of you continued your stroll through the park, the air between you now filled with a new sense of closeness and understanding. You teased him a bit less, content in the knowledge that Kenma's quiet ways of showing affection were just as meaningful as any grand gesture. And as you walked hand in hand, you couldn't help but feel that this was just the beginning of something even more special.

[junosmindpalace]

GEMINI BIRTHDAY BASH!

🎧 it's so sweet, knowing that you love me.

synopsis: celebrating their birthday...w/ the hq gemini men!

pairing(s): timeskip/present!hajime iwaizumi, koshi sugawara, shoyo hinata

content: references to 2024 dates but doesn't need to be strictly speaking (iwa's is more 2021), food (in suga's and hinata's), very short and brief angst(?), otherwise all fluff and fun!

total wc: 3.6k

a/n: it was my birthday a few days ago (june 17th) and i thought i would celebrate by writing for some gemini characters! i know shoyo is a cusp but i wanted to write him too </3 also this was my first time creating a graphic please be nice i am aware its a little plain </33

HAJIME IWAIZUMI: JUNE 10TH

The clock in your living room reads 11:55 in the evening; Hajime’s birthday is five minutes away. 

Both of you have work in the morning, so you should be in bed sound asleep. Everything has been done as normal; the whole nighttime routine of eating dinner (that you insisted on making) together, showering, brushing your teeth. Except instead of completing the routine by cozying up in bed, you’re cozying up on your living room couch, the light in the kitchen on, and the blue light from the TV keeping your tired eyes in a trance. 

Hajime’s arm is lazily outstretched over your shoulders, your fingers intertwined with the hand that dangles beside your head. His other arm is bent sideways on the couch pillow, head against his fist as he watches through bleary eyes the movie in front of him. Though your eyes are trained on the action on the TV, your ears don’t process the mumbling that pairs with it, too engrossed in your low conversation about each others’ day. 

“—and Hinata wanted something more to do for himself, so I’ll be reviewing his progress and seeing what I can do. Seriously, the guy is a monster at times. Sometimes it’s hard to believe I’m really looking at him, with how far he’s come since his high school days.”

“They all seem to be of another caliber now,” you replied somewhat drowsily, yet no less engaged.

“They’re intense, that’s for sure,” he sighs, bringing his head to rest behind the cushion and leaning closer toward your own. “But they’ve always been like that.” 

He’s completely unaware of the time and date approaching as he drones quietly about the day he’s had. He notices, on occasion, your glances up at the wall where your clock was located, and thought you were anxious to get to sleep.

“Hey,” he nudges your knee with his own. “you wanna head to bed?”

“Hm? No, no, not yet. Keep talking, I wanna hear.” 

Upon your insistence, he obliged reluctantly, resuming his chatter for a little while longer as you hum and nod. 

He feels comfortable like this, with your head against his chest, body snuggled close to his side, the low hum of the TV, the dim light. He, for a moment, finds his eyes gently closing unconsciously. You wait for him to continue his explanation at a pause, but are only met with the quietness of the TV. A slight stir prompts Hajime’s eyes to open immediately, and he shifts a little as he takes in your face, peering up at him through small eyes.

“Haji.”

“Mm?”

“You sleeping?”

“M’not.”

You placed a hand on his chest as you turned your body to look at the clock. It now reads 12:04 in the morning. You rub your eyes and reach for the phone on the coffee table in front of you, and when it blinks to life, it blinds you with the time and the new date.

June 10. 

“Ugh, put that away,” Hajime groaned as he turned away from the straining light on your phone, lolling his head to the other side against the couch cushion. You quickly slid it back onto the table, and then collapsed again against your boyfriend’s chest, hugging his middle tightly and digging your chin into his chest as you looked up at him with a wide smile.

“Happy birthday, Haji.” 

His eyes reopen slightly, and he angles his head toward the clock to view the time for himself: 12:05. 

He tucks his chin in so he meets your gaze and the sweet, tired smile on your face, and finds one of his own, tired yet tender, slowly propping up the apples of his cheeks. So that’s why you had been eyeing the clock, all for him and his silly birthday. Of course it would be you who remembers his birthday before he even does. You were sweet and thoughtful in that way.

“So that’s why you wanted to stay up a little longer, huh?” His tone is a faux annoyance for only a moment before his arm around your shoulders curls a little tighter in endearment, and he knocks his forehead against yours, gently and playfully, as you let out a short giggle at the gesture. “Thank you, baby.”

“What do you wish for?”

“To get some rest,” he yawned as he pulled away, going to sit up from the couch. 

“Why would you say that? Now it won’t come true!”

Your weight on his lap and arms now thrown around his neck anchored him to the couch. He gives you a deadpan look as a hand finds its way rubbing gently up and down your lower back, while the other slowly snakes itself under your legs.

“Oh, I’ll make it come true.” 

You squeal when he sits up and scoops you up in one swift motion, and you throw your head back in quiet laughter as he walks the two of you to your bedroom. 

“Haji, you know, it's your birthday. I should be the one carrying you.”

He snorts, and shakes his head. “ It’s my birthday, right? I get to do what I want.” 

KOSHI SUGAWARA: JUNE 14TH

Sugawara was dejected when he realized he had to work on his birthday.

As if the universe was taunting him, this year it fell right on a Friday, just one day off from the weekend. 

If he were honest, however, it wasn’t too much of a bother. He mentally groaned about it the evening before and morning of, but all in all, his birthday was a fleeting thought in his mind. Work and everyday busyness replaced the thought with lesson plans and mental preparedness to handle a classroom of young children after an exhausting week. 

He hoped, at the very least, however, that you would recognize the oddness of the day, do a little something to acknowledge it. Maybe a small cake or a nice breakfast. Maybe a little present. Hell, just a small, intimate murmur of a happy birthday accompanied with a sweet kiss would elevate his heart. Yet every time he looked on at you, you were preoccupied with preparing yourself for work, just as Suga was. No fancy breakfast was prepared, no gift sat on the table by the door, and the only kiss he was able to snag was a hurried one on the cheek as you wished him a good day, and headed out the door and into your car. 

So Suga’s birthday was not off to a great start. 

But again, it’s only a birthday. He almost feels a little dumb, getting all worked up over it, especially as an adult. So he makes the most out of the day as he always does with his kids and their lively attitudes, plus the wind down time and lack of work reserved for Friday’s brightens his special day from the dejected morning he experienced earlier.

Little did your boyfriend know of the plans you had in store for him.

As humble as Sugawara attempted to be about his birthday, you knew that he liked having it acknowledged. He was appreciative of any and all kind birthday gestures, from simple greetings to thoughtful presents. And you wanted your present for him to be thoughtful. Memorable. Surprising, exciting, and able to convey the sheer amount of affection you hold for him, though you doubted that any gesture could entirely convey such a thing. But your mission this year was to sure try.

You had taken the day off to get everything under way. Pick up a nice cake you ordered a few days before, with Suga’s favorite flavor of icing and batter, along with a neat and heartfelt Happy Birthday written on top in cursive. 

Once the cake was tucked away in your fridge, your next stop was a party store. Perhaps you may have overdone it with the decorations, you had thought to yourself when you examined your two (full) shopping bags as you walked back to your car, but there was just so much to choose from, and you were sure Suga would like it all! Banners, balloons of impressive and wacky sizes and shapes, streamers, confetti, party poppers; you couldn’t pass up a single thing, not when you imagined his enthusiasm over each one. 

Your final stop was for restocking on foods and drinks. Besides the cake, you bought a couple of bottles of fancy alcohol (the one’s he’ll often eye and make fun of how posh they sound), a couple of his favorite snacks and beverages, and the like. 

By the time Suga arrived home from work, he’s exhausted, yet somehow invigorated by the idea of seeing you. He lets himself into the house with his key, letting out a tired I’m home, heart picking up when he spots your shoes neatly organized in the genkan, and joins his own beside them as he pads further into your home toward an alluring smell. 

The light is low in your living room. It’s enveloped in a yellow glow compared to the blinding bright white that startles him awake and strains his tired eyes in the morning. The first thing that comes into his line of sight, besides you, already in comfortable clothing with your back turned and managing something on the table in front of you, is a neat and beautiful cake on the coffee table in front of your couch. 

Your living room is full of more animated color than usual; batches of balloons occupy the corners and a few are scattered, some hovering aimlessly, on your floor. A Happy Birthday banner hangs from above the threshold into the room. Suga, once the initial shock and surprise wore off and was able to fully comprehend that it was all for him, felt that he may burst into tears. 

You hurriedly turned around upon sensing a new presence in the living room, and gasped when it was none other than your boyfriend, briefcase in hand, and staring dumbfounded at you and the sight of your decorated living room.

“Ko! I didn’t expect you to be home this soon!”

“Traffic was sparse.” He managed to get out past the lump in throat, but once he realized how stupid he appeared, he shook his head in an attempt to feign nonchalance. “So! What is, uh…what’s all this?” 

Your brows shot up, and you gave him an exasperated smile before walking over to him. “It was supposed to be a surprise,” you said slyly, wrapping your arms around his neck, with Suga immediately reciprocating with a hand to your back. “I was still setting up some stuff because I was under the impression that I still had some time before you came home.”

“Oh, so you wanted me to get stuck in traffic, is that it?” He teases in a faux annoyed tone, but it’s quickly betrayed by the smile that immediately stretches back over his face. 

“In this instance, yes!” You laughed, grinning yourself when he began to pepper kisses all over your neck and face, curling his arm around your waist to keep you secure against him. You laughed breathlessly through the assault, attempting to push away the ticklish sensation. But Suga’s energy had just been replenished fully, and his heart elevated the highest it ever could. 

“It’s perfect, all of it. Thank you.” he halts his assault to mutter against your skin through his lovesick smile, and it brings a grin to your own lips as you bring him in for one final kiss on his lips, one he immediately attempts to deepen. 

“Okay, okay,” you laugh as you pull away when he whines and chases after your lips. “Now that you’re here, let’s sing!”

He laughs too, letting you drag him further into your living room, abandoning his briefcase by the wall as he sat himself down on your couch, and you came over with the lighter you were previously fiddling with to light the candles on the small cake. 

All he could think about as you sang to him enthusiastically was how giddy he felt, and how lucky he was that he was spending his birthday in such a manner with you. And when he blew out his candles, the wish at the forefront of his mind was to spend many more birthdays with you in this manner

(and maybe a new car). 

Even as you shooed him into the bathroom to change into more comfortable clothes as you cut yourselves slices to enjoy by the TV, and afterward retreated to bed, he muttered, “I’m still mad that you tricked me, by the way.” as the two of you closed your eyes.

Which earned him a swat to the chest. 

SHOYO HINATA: JUNE 21ST

Shoyo absolutely cannot deny the fact that he’s had a great birthday since the moment the sun rose in the sky.

His special day began with an influx of texts and calls from family and friends to wish him a happy birthday, and use the opportunity to catch up with him. Nearly every moment of his morning was taken up by a different phone call that he took as he prepared himself for the training he had that day. When he arrived at the training center, his team immediately pounced on him, greeting him with enthusiastic cheers and a round of singing. 

And while he can almost say his birthday was perfect, with all the texts and calls he received and the thoughtful birthday treatment, his one and only regret was the fact that you weren’t there to celebrate with him.

His birthday this year happened to coincide with travel for upcoming tournaments, which unfortunately meant that you wouldn’t be celebrating alongside him in person. But just because you weren’t there in the flesh to hug him tight and sing loudly in his ear, it didn’t prevent you in the slightest from doing whatever you could virtually to make him feel good on his special day. 

At least, he had hoped it wouldn’t.

He had picked up your call eagerly on the day of his birthday, and grinned from ear to ear as you sang to him loudly and exaggeratedly. When you finished your song and exchanged all your morning pleasantries, to his absolute dejectment, you had informed Shoyo with a guilty tone that you would be unable to call or text for the majority of the day. 

“I’m sorry, Sho, something suddenly came up for work, and I’m going to be swamped. I’ll call you tonight, I promise!”

The disappointment he felt was tremendous, yet he easily covered it up with an understanding nod and reassuring words that he’d stay up to catch your call. It wasn’t like he was really expecting your schedule to be free the entire day so he can call and text whenever. Besides, he was miles away from you; it would be selfish for him to expect that your schedule would be all free for him when his wasn’t. 

So Shoyo made the most out of his birthday without you, and there wasn’t a moment where he wasn’t grinning. Enjoying delicious meals, being on the receiving end of all sorts of enthusiasm,  excitement and birthday traditions from friends, family, colleagues and fans alike; each kind birthday gesture lifted his heart to Cloud 9. 

The day concluded, after practice in the training facility when the sun began to die out in the sky, with Shoyo’s team insisting that they treat him to a celebratory dinner at some nice restaurant with some excellent international cuisine, allowing him to get a small taste of home. And Shoyo’s stomach was starting to churn, and it wasn’t like he was about to pass up a free meal…

The company took cramped spots in a booth inside the restaurant, bringing a few spare chairs to form a full circle around the large, polished wooden table jutting out from the wall. The setting sun meant that there was still some time before the restaurant could anticipate a more busy dining area.

Shoyo was spoiled with trays of meat, bowls of rice, and all sorts of other cuisine that he sampled from the plates of his colleagues. By the time the sun had nearly fully disappeared beneath the horizon, each one of their appetites was satiated, full and content with their meals.

As if Shoyo’s birthday couldn’t get any better so late into the day, it was about to become complete in the most unexpected and perfect way imaginable. Though the team was full, they could spare the appetite for a dessert, the most fitting conclusion for a birthday: because what’s a birthday without a cake? 

Shoyo’s team accompanied him home with eager conversation, yet strange occasional whispers among themselves. Perhaps all the celebration was all a little too much? 

When they arrived in a large group by his front door, Shoyo took notice of poorly hidden sly smiles and eager eyes from the teammates across from him, exchanging them among themselves as he fiddled with his keys. 

He’s the first to step inside the dark room, calling out to nobody in particular an I’m home!, as was routine for him to do. His heart suddenly stops, however, when he hears a voice answer. 

“Welcome back!”

His teammates burst out into chuckles and giggles. “Ah, it looks like our dessert is here!” One of them nodded his head toward the living room. 

When Shoyo makes his way reluctantly further into his apartment, initially confused, his furrowed brows immediately relax when he turns on the overhead light, and he feels as though the breath had been stolen from his lungs and hitched in his throat. 

At first, he thinks that perhaps he’s gotten a little homesick being without you, his special person, on his special day. He’d been thinking of you in intervals at every peak of his day. Surely now his exhaustion is crashing down on him, making him see things?

But your eager grin and short laughter as you took in his shocked expression tells him otherwise. You were here, in the flesh, standing right before him--

He all too suddenly finds himself squeezing you tight in his arms, and you immediately reciprocate with one hand coming around his neck, collective aww’s and teasing ew’s going round at the affectionate sight.

“Hold on there, Shoyo, the cake!” 

He quickly steps away when he suddenly feels an object collide gently with his side, and he only partially lets you go as he steps back to look at a box you were holding in your other hand. You grinned at him. 

“Surprise!”

He doesn’t dare let go of your hand even when you set the cake down and urge him to take a seat on his couch, taking an electronic candle you had bought on your way to his apartment and placing it at the very center. His entire team begins to sing to him once more as they crowd around him on the couch and around the table, this time with you joining in standing beside him, and his smile feels almost painful with the way it doesn’t falter for a second. 

When the song ends, a round of cheers go around the table, and you remove the candle to place it in a napkin. You turn toward each other, and you place a hand on his shoulder as you lean down to give him a kiss on his temple and mumble a more quiet, personal happy birthday. 

And just as he was about to lean over to capture your lips in an enthusiastic kiss, let thank you after thank you fall from his lips for such a grand surprise, all for him, you grabbed hold of his head, turned it back toward the cake, and shoved his face right into the center of it. 

Gasps and cheers alike went around the table, and the rest of his team laughed at the bold and sudden gesture. He could hear your own soft laughter as his face gradually emerged from the cake, and the shrills and hollers from his teammates grew louder as they took in the sight of the icing and chunks of cake sticking to various sides. They continued to bark out laughter as he wiped the chunks away from his eyes, staring at them on his fingertips before turning toward you, hiding a smile behind your hand as you mouthed over it an I'm sorry.

Shoyo rose silently halfway from his seat, leaned over toward you, and before anyone could properly call on what he was about to do, smeared the cake on his hands onto your own face, and a new wave of audible surprise and amusement went around the table.

“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?”

“I hear you, Shoyo,” one of his teammates hovered over his seat as he took a large chunk of the cake with his bare hands, and immediately smeared it onto his colleague beside him. “You look better like this, anyway.”

The table erupted into chaos, with the remainder of the unassualted teammates running away from the assault. 

“Quick, scatter, before they get us too!” 

“Oh, you aren’t escaping that easily!” 

Running, breathless laughter, and shrills of alarm rang out in a chaotic symphony throughout the apartment, but amidst the chaos, only you and Shoyo remained by the couch side by side, hunched over laughing at each other’s ruined faces. Despite the ruined cake, the madness in his home, and the icing running down your faces, Shoyo’s heart thrums with love and happiness, and he steps forward to cup your cool cheeks and halt your giggles by capturing your lips in a deep and (literally) sweet kiss. 

Now, perhaps, Shoyo could say his birthday was perfect.

[eggyrocks]

35MM CHAPTER TWENTY: pizza time!

track number twenty: fade into you by mazzy star

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The sun is starting to set when he knocks on the door. The blue dusk reminds him of her. Akaashi sent his psychiatrist an email about upping the dose of his anxiety medication before he left. He rocks on the back of his heels. He’s taking Kuroo’s advice. Or at least, he’s trying to. He overthought everything to death until nothing in his head even held any meaning. His nose is bruised purple, and his chest rises and falls visibly with each heavy intake of breath.

The door opens. For the split second he can see the doorknob turn, he sends a silent prayer that it’s not one of her roommates that answers and, if it is, that it’s not the scary one that slammed his fist into his face. It’s answered. She opens the door.

Her t-shirt hangs loose on her shoulders and sweatpants are low on her hips. She narrows her gaze at the sight of him and Akaashi takes that as not a good sign. And it’s not like she moves to slam the door in his face, but Akaashi doesn’t want to take the risk. He steps forward into her apartment and says. “I like you.”

She steps back, expression sort of unreadable. “What?”

“I like you,” Akaashi repeats, taking another step closer. “I like you a lot. I like everything about you. I think you’re beautiful and the way you think is beautiful. I like that you change the way I think, and I like how everything feels better when you’re around and I want to be with you all the time.”

The words seem to hit her slowly, taking a second to settle into her skin. Once they do, she backs further into her apartment. Akaashi follows, taking slow, hesitant steps, watching as she leans against her kitchen counter. “I don’t,” she starts, and then takes an heavy breath. She turns her head and looks him in the eye. “Did you mean it, when you kissed me?”

“Yes,” Akaashi breathes out. “I meant it.”

She gnaws on the inside of her cheek and looks off to the side. “I don’t like the way you played with my feelings,” she confesses, and looks down at her feet, blinking like she’s trying to force away her tears. “I don’t like the way you made me feel like I didn’t matter to you.”

Without thinking much about it at all, Akaashi takes two long strides to close the gap between them. His arms go around her shoulders, and he pulls her into his chest. “I’m sorry. I was overthinking and I know I made everything worse. But you matter to me. You matter to me so much that I’m going to do all the things I’ve been too afraid to do.” And Akaashi can’t help himself. He kisses the top of her head and tightens his hold on her. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

She tilts her head back to look up at him. Her eyes are wet and watering. She sniffs. “Well, my roommate broke your nose. So, I guess that kinda makes up for it.”

A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Does it look that bad?”

“Nah,” she shakes her head. “I think you look handsome.”

Red tinges his cheeks. Akaashi can feel it as it spreads. And he thinks that he should come up with some sort of flirtatious quip in response, but he’s looking into her eyes and he feels lost. He doesn’t have a grip on any of his conscious thoughts. The only thing that he can really hold onto is that he thinks he really might be in love with her.

So Akaashi leans down and uses the tip of his nose to nudge her head up slightly, and he kisses her. Again.

It’s different now. There’s a different sort of charge to it. Akaashi feels this persistent sort of buzz under his skin as he leans in deeper to her. He kisses her there, in the middle of her kitchen, with no regard to the world around him. It’s like it doesn’t exist. It’s just her and her body heat and the way she is entangled with him.

And his self-control is already hanging on by a thread, so when she drags her hand up his neck and tangles it in the roots of his hair, he snaps. His hands wrap around the bottom of her thighs, and in one swift movement, he’s lifted her onto the countertop, giving him more access to her, in her entirety.

Akaashi’s convinced, then. He’s in love. Pathetically so. He can’t decide if he should take the time to tell her or not. The decision is made for him.

“Surprise! It’s pizza time! Pizza-oh my god.”

They pull apart from each other with a gasp. Akaashi launches himself to the other side of the room. Bokuto Koutarou stands in the doorway of her apartment, mouth slightly agape, a box of pizza in one hand. He stares blankly at the scene before him.

She, still seated on the top of the counter, reaches for the first thing she can get her hands on and flings it directly at her brother’s face. It’s a dish rag. “Oh my god, get out.”

Bokuto doesn’t even flinch as the dish rag hits his face and falls directly onto the pizza box. Akaashi holds his breath. “Fine. I seem to have lost my appetite, anyways. Wonder why.”

He leaves, then. Walking backwards out the front door. He takes the dish rag with him. Akaashi blinks.

->fun facts!

at first when bokuto asked akaashi not to date yn he was really just was joking but then after it kept getting brought up he started to get suspicious; he thought if he kept saying 'oh MAN akaashi would DEFINITELY for sure tell me!' it would make him tell him

but it did not even a little so now bokuto actually kind of feels bad that he made him feel more anxious about the whole thing

bokuto 1000% killed the mood when he showed up but yn and akaashi retreated to her room and talked a lot about their feelings for each other and shared maybe more than one little kiss and decided an exclusive status would work best for them

akaashi is one text away from throttling atsumu his flirting with yn always got under his skin but now he has no reason to hide his budding annoyance

hinata won the bet

one more chapter left!

once more i am NOT proofreading

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[diabolicalacid]

birds of a feather

synopsis : a burnt out artist is reluctantly set up on a date with a heartbroken v. league volleyball player. will sparks fly?

pairing : atsumu miya x reader

genre : fluff, angst (if you squint)

warning/s : strong language

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🐰 this morning i was blocked out of my account and couldn’t log in for a while. all the posts i had made over the past 2-3 days were taken off / deleted. i do not know if it was on purpose or a mistake. i was able to login eventually. but just in case, my backup is @froyotobio. this smau was supposed to be released after the tsukishima smau. but for now, i’m planning on working on this one. i may or may not get back to the tsukishima smau. i kind of rage quit.

playlist :

track one — baby blue movie by CAS

track two — normal thing by gracie abrams

track three — sparks fly by taylor swift

track four — van gogh by lullaboy

track five — she likes spring, i prefer winter by slchld

track six — touching yourself by the japanese house

track seven — for lovers who hesitate by JANNABI

track eight — astronomy by conan gray

track nine — she’s in the rain by the rose

track ten — lovelovelove by yerin baek

[mrs-k0zume]

~ 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 || 𝐊.𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄 ~

ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ

“lipstick looks so good on you anyways.”

mtf! kenma x fem! reader

trans kenma, reverse comfort, intended lowercase, pronouns change within the story, slight mention of sex

synopsis : when kenma thought it would be funny to make a video about messing around in your makeup, but who knew that lipstick looked so good on him ~

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 ~

kenma’s fingers held the tube of red lipstick as HE glided the smooth base over HIS lips. the red matte colored his lips a light shade of red, the color complementing the amber hue in his cat like eyes. his eyelashes fluttered with every blink from the mascara, and the eyeliner that he mastered with the first try made his eyes so much more beautiful and alluring that he looked like a walking siren.

kenma placed down your cherry colored lipstick and looked at himself in the mirror for a few seconds. he looked beautiful. he didn’t look handsome or manly. he just looked beautiful. kenma was born with feminine features and the makeup only complimented his femininity even more. kenma felt a wave of confidence wash over him the longer he stared into the mirror. it only left him curious to the point he wondered.

how would he look in one of your dresses? how would he look in a pair of your heels?

he just wanted a little something to complete the look because why not. kenma grabbed his phone to pause the recording so he can change his clothes. he reached in your shared closet and slid your black dress off of the hanger. the silk of the dress allowed him to slip the dress over his skin easily, fitting his figure perfectly. the pair of red bottom heels he bought for you as a gift, waited for him to slide his feet into. and again, the heels fit his feet perfectly. they were a little small but not too small, it was just enough for him to fit into.

kenma felt the best in himself than he ever could. he took a few steps back to look into the body mirror and stared in awe. at this point kenma forgot about the damn video. he had this strange feeling inside him that let him know that he was experiencing an astonishing moment right now and that he could no longer care about playing dress up for his ‘funny’ video he had planned. he was trying to figure something out. why he couldn’t stop staring at himself in the mirror.

it was because he loved it. this new sight of himself, he loved it. this was who he wanted to be but he never knew that until now. he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to even go by he. then he started to think about the what if’s. what if he went by she. what if he, a man, started dressing like a she, a woman. the thought overflowed him with a weird feeling of excitement, but also guilt. why was he feeling guilty if he felt happy? it was because he knew there were people out there who would see this as wrong. he’s a man. he should dress like a man. he shouldn’t be putting on makeup like a woman, he should go back to playing video games or working out because his best friend won’t stop bothering him to, like a man.

but that’s not what he wanted. no, that’s not what SHE wanted. it didn’t feel right for HER. but a thought went through her mind. what about what you wanted? what would you think of kenma, the man you fell in love with? you didn’t fall in love with a woman, you fell in love with a man. kenma could feel her eyes water from the tears that threatened to fall at the thought of you leaving her.

tears slid down her face as she looked up in the mirror once more. the eyeliner colored her tears black and stained her face as she looked at herself. she was scared. scared of losing you. kenma gave into how weak her knees felt and fell to the floor, never taking her eyes off of her reflection as she did so. “y/n…” she breathed out as her soft cries slipped out. kenma couldn’t stop looking at herself.

this is her. this is who she was.

~

cries could be heard from the room you shared with kenma as you were working up a batch of your homemade pudding for the both of you in the kitchen. the cries were so soft, nobody would know how you could hear them. yet you furrowed your eyebrows in worry as you placed down the spoon you were mixing with and slowly made your way to your room, the soft sobs getting only a tiny bit louder as you made your way to the room.

your hand turned the knob of the door as you pushed it open slowly. your heart broke at what you saw. your husband sitting on the floor, in your dress, mascara and eyeliner staining the color of his tears that colored his cheeks. “oh honey..” you wasted no time to go up to him and cup his face. you had no clue what kenma was doing in your dress, your heels, or why was he wearing makeup but you didn’t care. you just wanted to know what was going on since you’ve never seen kenma cry like this. or wear anything like this.

kenma sniffled and softly cried as she stared at the floor, too embarrassed to look into your worried eyes. “kenma tell me what’s going on.” all kenma could do was stay silent as she tried her best to avoid your gaze but the way your hands held her face made it hard to.

you suddenly had this feeling of what was going on after you connected the dots. kenma was wearing makeup, he was wearing a dress, and he was wearing your heels. but he was also crying, so it couldn’t have been a silly joke, nor was it a prank for a video because he wasn’t recording. he was just crying in your dress. and it all made sense to you. “kenma…do you want to be more like a…a woman?” kenma averted her gaze from the floor and to you as her eyes widened. her face was your answer. you hugged her head and ran your fingers through her soft but messy hair. “it’s okay my love.”

“lipstick looks so good on you anyways.”

kenma broke down as your lips met hers. she felt relief, she felt happiness, and she felt passion against your touch. this is exactly what she needed. you smiled against the kiss before you broke away to look at your wife. “you make a beautiful woman, my love.” you softly said caressing her cheeks. kenma smiled at you, her tear stained face still managing to break your heart. you couldn’t imagine what she could’ve been feeling in this sudden realization. “y/n…i love you” she said in an almost whisper, her breath tickling your lips as your faces were still really close. “i love you too. and if you’re really up to this then tomorrow, why don’t we go shopping? buy you some new clothes, some makeup, and maybe even some perfume?” kenma blushed as her head moved up and down to agree to your shopping spree tomorrow.

“…and…y/n i promise…” she squeezed your hand softly, her other hand holding onto your waist, and your hands never letting go of her face. “i won’t get any surgery…it’s just this, i promise.” you couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as you used one of your hands to let go of her face and tucked some hair behind her ear. “you know i don’t mind baby. even if you do get any kind of surgeries i wouldn’t mind. you’re still the same person that i fell in love with, regardless of this change. just please don’t do anything to your face if you do end up getting any kind of surgery done. you’re beautiful.” kenma’s lips formed a smile at what you said at the end and stared into your eyes for a moment before speaking. “plus i really see no point in getting bottom surgery…when two girls have sex doesn’t one girl end up using a strap anyways..?” you’re eyes widened at kenma’s question before you laughed a bit, pink dust spread across kenma’s face and ears.

“kenma…you’re funny. that’s kind of true i guess, but there are girls that don’t do that either.” you shook your head and laughed a little. kenma just looked away in embarrassment, his face fading into a slightly darker color. you saw her embarrassment and grabbed her face once more and kissed her lipstick stained lips, the lipstick smearing against yours this time as you shared a much deeper kiss before pulling away again. “kenma, i’ll love you no matter what.” you whipped more tears that fell down her face “i love you too baby…” you moved to whisper into her ear after kenma’s soft response. your breath tickling her as you spoke softly.

“now why don’t we go to bed? who knew you would look so sexy in a dress…and so pretty with lipstick.”

𝐄𝐍𝐃 ~

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