#hq drabble

[moonietuney]

for my tough hearted girlies. i wrote this at 2AM because i had a difficult day, so there’s a lot. also, this could potentially be a trope i’ll continue to write for. [ sugawara and his tsundere ] or something like that. lmk! i love it so much honestly.

thinking about sugawara koushi and his emotionally closed off girlfriend. he was warm, approachable, and a well-liked rounded person. you were… not. no one expected you to get together in the slightest, and yet somehow, it worked. koushi slowly learned your walls weren’t built out of malice—they were solely based on survival. people didn’t linger around someone who didn’t bend to their expectations. all he wanted was to understand you.

he first noticed you around school during the beginning of his third year. you aren’t outright mean to people, you’re just blunt, distant, and hard to approach. most people leave you be because of their disinterest in your lack of small talk or are genuinely intimidated by you. him, being a naturally observant person, finds his eyes wandering to you when you sit alone, head down and into your arms like you could be somewhere else in the moment. koushi is intrigued, not because he wants to “fix” you, but because he just knows there’s more to you than that rough and tough barrier.

he starts with low-stakes interactions. causal greetings, holding doors, asking short questions like, “hey, did you understand the homework?” at first, you respond short and curt. you don’t really invite conversation because he’s never spoken to you before. koushi doesn’t push it though. he doesn’t try to start a friendship; he just leaves space for you to talk if you want to. this lack of pressure and understanding is what made you start to notice him a bit more.

one day, you have an outburst—maybe at a classmate or during group work. everyone goes silent, but koushi tries to make a light comment to keep things from escalating. maybe something like, “okay guys, let’s try and focus?” you storm out of the room but be still makes a note in his mental to check up on you. he checks in with things like “rough morning?” or “you okay?” you’re caught off guard. no one has ever done that for you—addressed your feelings without judgement. sugawara koushi did it like it was second nature to him.

koushi starts to seek small moments to sit with you during lunch or after school when you’re waiting for your ride home. he doesn’t expect you to make lots of conversation, and he’s okay with the comfortable silence that falls in between you two. in time though, you slowly open up in small doses—sharing absentmindedly about a classmate you hate, a funny thing you saw (probably someone tripping in class) , or your favorite music. he listens intently, remembering the details and never mocking your ability to be vulnerable.

once you two get comfortable, koushi starts teasing you lightly., just enough to get you to roll your eyes without feeling attacked. you tease him back, coaxing giggles out of him that he just can’t keep hidden. classmates and even his own teammates are shocked to see you even smile, let alone laugh around him for the first time.

there’s a day that comes where everything piles up. family stressors, classmate drama, work, classwork. you snap harder than usual at one of your teachers and get reprimanded for it. they were pressuring you and you just blew. he witnessed all of it and watched you storm out. you expected him to not want to speak to you after that. to leave and realize he couldn’t handle all of that, but he approached you, his soft expression somehow getting softer. “you’ve been holding that in for a while, huh?” koushi will utter, taking a spot next to you. he acknowledges your feelings and stays silent until you’re ready to talk. this is the turning point where you realize he is here to stay, and he won’t back off just because of some stupid outburst of yours.

when he confesses to you, it’s closer to the end of the school year. it’s likely mutual, but subtle. koushi may be the one to speak out first. he’s not dramatic about it; “I just like being around you… when you’re upset, when you’re happy. all that. i like… you, reader.” (hate using y/n i gyatt to stop) you get flustered. love and vulnerability aren’t your strong suits. it takes you a minute but eventually you let him in. you accept him because he’s earned your trust completely.

he keeps you grounded and calm, teaching you how to process emotions without shame while you keep him in check when he’s overworking himself or too focused on others, reminding him he’s allowed to lean on someone too. others still find you intimidating, but koushi sees all the soft, hidden parts of you. parts that are reserved only for him, and he loves.

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[swtnjk]

kuroo being a nerd while making you squirt for the first time

kuroo lays with his cheek on your thigh, his fingers twirling the hem of your shorts. he kisses your thigh, “baby…” he says softly.

you look down, “hm?” you put down your book. he pouts up at you, “i learned how to make you squirt while fingering you.”

you laugh, “what?” he nods. “i seen it! look!” he grabs his phone and opens twitter. he shoves his phone in your face, showing you a video.

you look at him, “seriously, kuroo?” he lays his head higher, on your stomach. “yes! i wanna try!” he whines. you put your book on the nightstand.

“fine.” he says a little yay! before removing your shorts. he’s fingered you before… just never made you squirt from fingering.

he kisses your panties, “remember when i ate you out… through your panties?” he asks. you cover your face, “don’t remind me.” he smiles, “you were super overstimulated… it’s because of the pressure and tension of—“

“baby..” you stop him. he nods, “sorry.” his fingers carefully remove your panties. he kisses your clit instantly.

you gasp, “kuroo…” you say softly. you look down at him, your head on your shoulder. he stares up at you as his tongue flicks on your bud.

“ready?” he asks. you nod, “mhm.”

he sucks on your clit as his slender fingers enter you. you moan softly, biting your bottom lip. he hums, “good… good girl. i got you.”

your head falls onto the soft pillow, “i’m gonna start now, kay?” he says. you nod again, “o-okay…” his fingers pump in and out of you.

your wetness makes a squelching noise, “oh fuck…” you whimper. he continues to finger you as his lips wrap around your clit.

“i feel you… i feel you squeezing my fingers. you close?” he asks. you moan, “yes… yes…” he sits up more, his large warm hand pressing against your stomach.

“does this hurt?” he looks at you. you open your eyes again, “no, baby…” you reassure him. “tell me when i find it.”

his hand presses harder… and harder until you gasp and tremble, “oh fuck— kuroo.. baby— right there!” you moan loudly. he smiles, “right there?” you nod frantically.

he spits on your cunt as he leans back down, his hand still pressured against your stomach. his tongue attaches back to your clit.

you tremble and moan repeatedly, “f-fuck! it feels like i’m about to pee—“ you throw your head back. he devours you, “i know… it says that squirting feels like you’re supposed to be. even though i would be fine with you peeing in my mouth—“

“shut up… shut up, kuroo,” you whine as your fingers grip his hair. “baby—“ you breath heavily as your juices cover his face. he continues to pleasure you as your high goes down. he gets up, slapping your cunt.

“good fucking girl, baby! you did so good!” he smiles. you look at him. his spiky black hair now messy and covering one of his eyes. he looks down at your sheets, “made a mess but it was worth it, right?” he kisses your cheek.

you lay down, shy and tired.

[seumyo]

Kuroo had imagined that if he ever had a meet-cute with his future girlfriend, it would be something out of a rom-com.

Maybe she’d bump into him in the hallway and drop her books, and their hands would brush as they both reached down. Maybe they’d get locked in the school’s storage closet and have no choice but to talk, discovering they had an undeniable connection. Maybe he’d do something particularly cool in front of her—like nail an impossible volleyball save—and she’d be so impressed that she’d fall for him on the spot.

You know, a great story to tell his future kids later on.

What he did not imagine was this.

He had barely settled into his seat in chemistry lab class when the teacher rattled off instructions about the elements they’d be working with today. Kuroo, who had only half-listened, glanced at the laminated periodic table on their lab station. There were a lot of elements, and he was already regretting not paying closer attention. With a sigh, he turned to the girl beside him.

“Hey, can you check which elements we’re supposed to—”

He paused.

For one, you looked a little startled, like you hadn’t expected him to speak to you so soon. Your lips parted slightly, and your fingers thrummed against the edge of the table, but you didn’t immediately respond. Kuroo furrowed his brows.

Maybe you didn’t hear him?

Before he could repeat himself, you blinked a few times and slowly turned to the periodic table. Your expression shifted into something that could only be described as deep concentration, like you were trying to decipher some ancient text rather than a chart of chemical elements.

Seconds passed.

Then a full minute.

Kuroo’s eyebrows inched up.

Still, no answer.

“Give me a second.”

Ah, there it was.

He could see your eyes darting over the periodic table, and every few moments, you squinted slightly, as if you were trying to bring the tiny printed words into focus. Another thirty seconds passed. He tilted his head, watching as you leaned forward a little, your eyes locked on the chart like your life depended on it.

You would probably set it on fire at this point from how intense you were looking.

“…You good?” he finally asked, unable to stop the curious edge in his voice.

You straightened up so fast it was like you had been caught doing something embarrassing. Which, judging by the way you suddenly looked anywhere but at him, you probably had.

“I, um—” You hesitated, biting your lip. Then, after what seemed to be an internal debate, you let out a small sigh. “I actually, uh, forgot my glasses at home.”

Oh.

Oh.

Kuroo blinked, his amusement only growing. That explained a lot.

“That bad, huh?” he asked, resting his elbow on the table and propping his chin on his hand.

“Not terrible,” you muttered, though the way you still weren’t looking at him suggested otherwise. “I can still see—just not, you know, well.”

That made him chuckle.

“Well, that’s going to be a little problem, isn’t it?”

You let out a small, almost defeated laugh. “Probably.”

Kuroo grinned and turned his attention back to the chart, skimming for the elements the teacher had mentioned. “Alright, let’s see… We’ve got—” He rattled off a few element names and their symbols, glancing at you to make sure you were following along.

Then, as if remembering you had an actual task to contribute to, you quickly dropped your gaze back on the textbook for reference. “You don’t have to—”

“Nah, it’s fine,” he interrupted smoothly. “What were the elements again? Aluminum, zinc, and—what was the last one?”

Still looking a little overwhelmed by the sheer speed at which this whole interaction was happening, you answered, “Um. Magnesium.”

“Magnesium, got it.” Kuroo tapped the page, making sure you could at least see where he was pointing. “Here, let’s work on this together. I’ll read it out, and you can double-check if I’m not mistaken.”

You let out a small, barely-there laugh—so quiet that if Kuroo hadn’t been paying attention, he would’ve missed it. But he was paying attention.

He had been ever since you sat next to him, really. He realized that he paid attention to you more than the teacher himself.

Kuroo read the information to you, sometimes exaggerating just for fun—“And this here, my dear lab partner, is the majestic zinc, element number 30, the unsung hero of batteries everywhere”—which earned him an amused shake of your head. You weren’t exactly talkative, per se, but he caught glimpses of amusement in the way you entertained his nonsense.

This must be the manifestation of that one tweet he posted, “My future wife is probably fake laughing at her boyfriend’s lame jokes rn. Be patient, Queen; a true clown is on the way.”

Now that you weren’t caught off guard, you nodded along, quickly jotting things down in your notes. It was then that Kuroo realized something else.

You hadn’t even introduced yourselves.

“You know,” he said, smiling a little, “I think we skipped a step.”

You paused, looking at him curiously, then back at your worksheet. “What?”

“The whole name thing.” He tapped his pen against the worksheet. “I asked you to do something before I even said hi. That’s pretty rude, huh?”

For the first time since he spoke to you, you actually met his gaze. And then, to his surprise, you cracked a small smile.

“A little, yeah.”

Kuroo chuckled. “I’m Kuroo Tetsurou.”

You tilted your head slightly, and then, like you were amused at how backwards this whole conversation had gone, you finally replied, “[Last Name] [Name].”

“Nice to meet you,” he said. “And don’t worry—I’ll be your eyes for today. And for as long as you’d like.”

“Are you this flirty with every person you meet?”

“Only the ones that know their way around a calculator despite not even looking at it directly.”

You rolled your eyes at that, but he could see how his jokes were getting to you. By the time the teacher walked around to check your progress, Kuroo had already decided that this was way better than any cliché shoujo manga meet-cute.

Because really, what could be more romantic than offering to be someone’s eyes for the day—and maybe even for forever?

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[marisolls]

070125. TSUKISHIMA KEI woah, bite marks? sweet.

“what was that for?”

you look to the side, pretending you didn’t hear him while half smiling, “hm?”

“you bit me just now.”

glancing back, you find his confusion quite adorable, one brow quirked up, his paused thoughts sandwhiched between his little wrinkles as he allows the bridge of his glasses slowly tipping lower.

“oh uh…must’ve been the wind.”

amusement emerges the more he blinks. tsukishima kei resists the urge to snort, though his lips curl in a way that you know what he’s thinking.

“didn’t you just drink your anti-silliness pills.”

you rest your chin on the slope between his neck and shoulder, scooting yourself closer as you watch him massage his fingers. suddenly you remember applying one of your favorite fragrance on his skin, now he smells like crisp cucumber with honeydew and summer cantaloupe. and you have to fight the urge to bite him again when he—

“go ahead, you weirdo.”

your heart leaps in joy, quietly fluttering. “you sure?”

his hand finds its way into combing through your locks, he mutters softly, “not really,” because he knows you’d still do it regardless of what he says.

your teeth sinks into his bare skin, and somehow a chuckle still rumbles through his chest, like he feels tingly from the sensation. when you don’t move, he gently pushes your head deeper through his hold on your roots.

it ends in you peppering kisses on the bite mark, a red spot blooming in such a place. “you might wanna cover this up.”

“what are you talking about?” he looks down to where you put your (loving) seal on him, then to you, “we’re not going out ‘til the long weekend’s over, right?”

“huh?” you sit up, feel the bed creak from the movement. “no?”

tsukishima kei, ever the obvious, and painfully susceptible to your teasings as much as you are to him, now averts his gaze with faint pink dusting his ears. he looks…tempting, almost inviting. he tries to say as flatly as possible, “do whatever you want, then.”

why does he sound like he’s actually encouraging you? huh, guess he does have a weakness after all.

[alpali]

yum !

haikyuu boys reaction to you biting them (lovingly), a little spicy in rin’s

tobio

he is the most confused man on earth

but he likes it too????

who’s gonna match his freak

He’s just in the kitchen getting some food out of the fridge

And there you go, skipping towards him

“Hi Tobi.” You quip, your hands smoothing out on his stomach.

Even though you two have been together for so long

He’s such a nervous baby when it comes to any kind of attention from you

“Hi.” He says with a small smile.

You smile evilly, your mouth inching closer to his neck.

He’s unaware of all of this mind you.

Until it’s to late and now your teeth are kinda sinking into his skin

He lets out a noise of surprise and his whole body shudders, maybe even shuts down too

You giggle at his reaction and he whips around to you

“W-What was that.” He says with brows pulled together and a bright red face

“I bit you.”

“Why?”

“I dunno.”

“I liked it.”

“What?”

“Hm?”

He does it more than you now.

koshi

He loves it so much don’t get me started

He LIVES for your bites

He always has such a pleasing smile on his face the moment you do it

And he ALWAYS kisses you after

In your defense he was just to fucking cute for you to not bite him

You were both cuddling and Koshi was just being his sappy sweet teasing self

He was attacking you with kisses and compliments

“My pretty baby.”

smooch.

“Love you so much.”

smooch.

You were laughing and well, couldn’t take it anymore

Your hands cup his cheeks and you swiftly move your head

Biting down on the space between his neck and shoulder

He laughs out loud, looking at you with amusement

“You bit me!” He’s cracking up

“I had to.”

“Really now?”

“Mhm.”

He kisses you, nibbling on your lip

“Koshi!” You exclaim.

“What! This is our thing now.”

And he fully means it

wakatoshi

plz he has no idea how to feel about it😭

he likes it????

But like he genuinely thinks there’s a reason as to why you’re biting him

“Are you hungry...?”

“Nope!”

“Okay…”

He always jumps when you do bite him

He definitely looks it up LMFAO

A whole Google search

‘What does it mean when your partner bites you’

He’s so unfamiliar with this

Cuteness aggression?

Are you biting him because you’re angry?

He eyes you after too

With pursed lips and blinking eyes

Just pure confusion

“Why do you keep biting me. You said you weren’t hungry. Do you have an oral fixation?”

gagged

“Honestly yea, for your biceps.” You smirk.

“Why?”

“Because you’re sexy.”

He looks down at them with your teeth marks everywhere

And he’s blushing AWWW

Definitely when he figures out he likes to be marked

He even starts absentmindedly holding his arm out for you just so you can place a little chomp

“You like it now?” You say as you squish his muscle

“I wouldn’t say so. But you like it.”

“I do.”

“Then maybe I do like it.”

rintaro

this fucking freak.

it just does things to him

other than the sudden chills he gets

he always smirks at you

HE NEEDS TO BE RESTRAINED

his pants?

gone.

he gets so horny 😭😭

he’s just a guy🎀

The moment your teeth graze ANY where

he’s on his knees

at your mercy

“You want it so bad.”

LIKE WHATTTT

He HATES when you do it in public though

because he can’t be all over you

Especially in front of the Miya twins

you don’t even greet him with a kiss it’s just a bite on his neck and he’s a puddle

“Just do it.”

just vote just vote

LIKE DO WHAT?!

He wants you to leave marks everywhere

Now those he’ll definitely show off he doesn’t gaf

© alplai

[sugarwarachan]

iwaizumi with a size and dumbification kink watching you fuck yourself stupid on his dick, smirking at how your inner thighs tremble against his tummy, how you have to lean forward to rest your hands on his chest and catch your breath because you’re stretched so obscenely around him, the syrupy pull of your inner walls milking his cock dry and telling him everything he needs to know, “feels good to be fucked nice and deep, doesn’t it, baby?”

[feralfangirll]

cw: slight dubcon

Sooo Rintaro Suna takes lots of pictures. You’ve known this since forever, always videoing the twins fights, capturing every embarrassing moment of each member of the team, and of course, you. He takes candids of you doing literally everything and you’ve never thought much of it because that’s just how he is. Always on his phone. Always watching, observing quietly, and capturing the moments most everyone else forgets or moves through without a second thought.

What you don’t think about is what kind of photos he might take of you when you really don’t notice the camera. When you don’t even think about how he’s watching you. And what that means for the secret album he keeps on his phone called ‘XXX’.

What you don’t realize is he’s a bit of a fucking creep in the hottest way possible…

You’d never even imagine that your quiet boyfriend snaps pics of you when you’re changing. Taking off that last scrap of clothing you call panties in the steamy bathroom. The shot was just too perfect for him to pass up. The crack in the door phone camera sized, the angle of your cute little ass too good, the way your own hands and eyes traveled down your own body too sinful. You were practically begging for him to snap a pic of you like that. So of course he obliged.

When you’re showering. God he gets the best ones of you in the shower. When you’re bent over shaving your legs or have your head back in the warm stream of water scrubbing your scalp with your eyes closed. He pretends to barge in for the toilet but the second your eyes are off him his phone is peeking out of his pocket and he’s snapping a pic. Ass and pussy on full display. Skin slick. Bent in sinful poses. So fucking good.

And of course he pulls his phone out on occasion to film a quick video of how fucked out your face is during missionary or when he’s hitting it from the back and he’s moaning “your ass just looks too good bouncing on my dick like this pretty baby…” from behind the camera. BUT what you don’t know is that sometimes he’s SNEAKING videos. You’d never be mad at him for taking videos of you. You’d always say yes to his little fetish and he knows that. But something about the way you act more naturally and like yourself when you don’t know he’s getting you on camera is what really does it for him. The version of you only he gets to see with his eyes. No acting. No putting on a pose or a face. He wants the raw, real version of you. That’s what he wants to capture. That’s what gets him off.

[malikaihii]

“Me and y/n are not in a relationship.”

Ushijima Wakatoshi and you have been close for years. You grew up together. Though recently, the Dynamic had started to shift. You’ve started hanging out more, holding hands, even cuddling. You spend your nights watching him practice, and after you both go back to your dorm to watch movies. Even without ever saying anything, everyone knows you both are off limits.

You’ve never offically spoken about your feelings for one another, but the amount of time you’ve spent holding hands, staring at each other, and to be honest, just talking to him, shows that there’s something there. Ushijima isn’t known for being talkative, and while he never tells people to go away if they try, he rarely engages in conversations. He’s just not known for being a social person. But with you? He listens to everything. You may not notice how intently he’s listening, until suddenly, a week later, he brings it up again. You guys often go on dates, calling them just that. You spend almost all of the time that he’s not in volleyball or class, together. So it’s no shock that you just assumed you were dating.

Yet, here you are, standing outside his classroom door with his volleyball jacket in hand. He had left it in your dorm the night before and had asked if you’d bring it to him. You were just about to walk into the classroom when you heard Satori Tendou.

“So,” he drags, “did you hear Yoshida talking about how he has a thing for l/n?”

Wakatoshi frowns slightly, likely unconsciously.

“I see.”

Tendou groans, “That’s it? You’re not like jealous or upset at all?”

He knows that Wakatoshi doesn’t typically show emotion, but Tendou had thought he’d say something more interesting.

Ushijima ponders for a second before answering, “No, I don’t think so. Why would I be? Should I be?”

“Well, I mean, yeah? Some guy is into your partner? Doesn’t that bother you?”

Wakatoshi frowns deeper, “Me and y/n are not in a relationship.”

You knew you shouldn’t have been listening. It’s not nice to eavesdrop. But you just couldn’t help it. Honestly though, after hearing this you don’t know if you’d rather have just walked into the classroom or not.

Taking a deep breath, you enter the classroom.

“Hey, ‘Toshi! Here you go.” You say, trying your hardest to give a genuine-looking smile.

Wakatoshi nods and mutters a ‘thanks’. You say a quick goodbye to him and Tendou and walk away.

“Do you think they heard?” Tendou asks.

Wakatoshi had noticed your smile didn’t quite meet your eyes. It made him uncomfortable as he answered, “I don’t know.”

—-

You knew you shouldn’t be this upset. There’s no reason to be. Honestly, you shouldn’t have just assumed you were together anyway. Everyone knows Wakatoshi is a very serious and literal guy. Hell, you know that better than everyone. Though it does little to ease the sadness that seeps through as you’re sitting in class.

Despite trying to rationalize that he just hadn’t asked you yet, He hadn’t asked, so obviously you weren’t dating in his eyes, and you should have known that, you couldn’t help the sinking disappointment. Honestly, why would he want to date you? There’s not much special about you. You don’t have any major interesting part of you. I mean he’s literally a star volleyball player, he could have anyone. He just tolerates you for knowing you for so long.

As the class periods go by, all you can do is think about him. Next thing you know, lunch is suddenly here, and you’re dreading it. As you exit the classroom, walking as slow as possible, Wakatoshi catches up to you. He grabs your bag from your should as you walks beside you.

“You really don’t have to carry my bag, you know? I can carry it, it’s no big deal.” You tell him, trying your best to give him a small smile.

Wakatoshi frowns, he always holds your bag, why is it bothering you now?

“I always hold your bag, it is no trouble. Besides, I’m already holding it, no reason to give it back.”

You nod, walking the rest of the way to the cafeteria in silence.

Wakatoshi, however, is questioning everything in his mind. Why do you seem so upset? Did he do something? Why aren’t you rambling on about some random topic? He loves listening to you speak, so why aren’t you? He can tell you seem upset, it’s obvious. Well, maybe not to everyone, but he’s not just anyone. He knows you better than anyone. He’s been in love with you for years now. Of course he’d notice you’re upset.

As you enter the cafeteria and get your food, you still don’t speak outside of thanking the cafeteria workers. You even go as far as to throw in your earbuds as you eat.

This action causes Wakatoshi’s heart to hurt. You always talk to him during lunch, you most certainly never go out of your way to not have to talk to him.

Tendou and the over volleyball members at the table also notice something’s off. Usually you and Wakatoshi are off in your own little world, as you talk about anything and everything. Yet now, you’re completely closed off and Wakatoshi is frowning deeply.

“Did the lovers fight or something?” Semi asks Tendou.

“I don’t know.” Tendou answers, though he has a suspicion of what caused this.

After realizing that you both had finished eating, Wakatoshi has had enough. He grabs your tray, throwing both of your guys’ food away, then comes back to the table. Without words, he just grabs your hand and pulls you up.

“Uh, ‘Toshi? What are you doing?” You ask, rushing to put your earbuds away and grab your stuff as you follow him.

He stays silent, leading you to an empty hallway before turning to you.

“What’s wrong?”

He’s never been one to beat around the bush.

“Nothing.” You say.

His frown deepens, “That’s not true. You barely spoke to me after giving me my jacket earlier. You slightly argued over me holding your bag, despite me doing that everyday. And you’ve barely spoken a word to me, you even put your earbuds in. You never do that unless something’s bothering you, typically the cause is me upsetting you. So, what’s wrong?”

Your heart flutters at how much he noticed, but you still don’t answer. You opt to avoiding his eyes instead.

“Is this about what I said to Tendou? Did you hear? I don’t quite understand why that would upset you, but Tendou suggested it might.”

You sigh, knowing you needed to answer now, you didn’t really have a choice.

“I…I don’t know, I know we’ve never spoken about it. I guess just some part of me kind of just assumed we were dating already. I mean, we literally go on dates. It’s stupid, sorry I’m just being dramatic. I mean why would you like me?” You explain, laughing slightly to try and ease the awkwardness.

“It’s not stupid if it upsets you. I do like you. Why wouldn’t I? You’re nice, attractive, caring, and so much more. We aren’t dating. Not because I don’t want to, but because I haven’t asked you yet.”

You look up at his eyes.

“I’ve been trying to plan a nice way to ask you, I apologize for taking so long. I wish it was a better scenario, but I can’t wait any longer. Y/n, will you allow me to be your boyfriend?”

Your eyes widen, you really weren’t expecting this, “Of course, ‘Toshi. I mean I already thought we were together.”

You laugh lightly as he smiles.

“Tomorrow, 8pm, let’s go on a date, to celebrate.”

“ok, ‘Toshi.”

You both head back to lunch, only this time it’s with bright smiles and hands holding eachother.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: i finally got around to editing it sorry for the errors, i was babysitting while writing. 😭😭

[semiis]

their cuddle positions w/haikyuu

pairing: various x reader

genre: headcanons ; fluff

warning(s): none

a/n: this is an old post i uploaded on my hq blog from 2020. this was one of my favorites so I thought it was be nice to post it again. back then, i went with the ones i wrote for so i'm keeping it just the way it is. i’m really sorry if your favorite isn’t there. i hope you guys like them !!

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atsumu, ushijima, daichi ⥼ the sweetheart cradle. i personally think this would be his go to cuddling position. his arm wrapped around you, holding you close while he lays on his back, your head buried deep into his chest while you inhale the scent of his cologne. most definitely pats or strokes your head as a sign of comfort or whispers nothing but comforting words to you. 

suna, kageyama, tsukishima ⥼ the leg hug. i don’t know why, but this is definitely you guy’s go to. the two of you would be chilling on either one’s bed, sleeping, on the phone, playing games etc. while one of your legs are entangled together. it’s much more relaxing to him and you both get the physical contact you were craving from each other. 

oikawa, sugawara, kita, asahi ⥼ the honeymoon hug. oikawa loves the physical affection between you two and whenever he’s feeling touch starved this is his go to. the both of you are entwined together, holding the other tight, arms wrapped around each other - almost as if refusing to let go. his chin (or yours) is delicately propped up on top of yours. he can feel your breath against the crook of his neck and he adores it. sometimes find him or yourself peppering soft kisses on the other. 

bokuto, lev, yamaguchi ⥼ the spoon. he loves cuddling, especially when it’s with you. he mostly loves cuddling after a long day a practice when he’s beat and worn out.  he lives for having his arms securely around your torso while your back is pressed up against his chest. you would sometimes find his hands caressing your sides or arms and he’d be eager to leave the most tender kisses against the back of your neck. 

hinata, osamu, noya, tanaka ⥼ the butt pillow. you or him laying on your stomach while the other has their head propped up on your butt. also an easy way to tease his s/o. he loves it. the “best pillow in the room” and the only one you guys want to lay your head against. it’s common if he strokes/caresses your leg, might even draw an invisible heart on it. 

tendou, kuroo, iwaizumi, semi ⥼ the cradle. he enjoys when you're laying on top of him, legs on either side of his body, cradling him while his arms hold you firm against his chest. you listen to the sound of his heartbeat and almost find yourself falling asleep to the soothing, rhythmic sound. 

kenma, sakusa, akaashi ⥼ the lap pillow. he’s fond of laying his head in your lap and often finds himself doing it every time he comes over to your place and vice versa. play with his hair, stroke his cheek with your finger, boop his nose, bend over to place kisses on his face - all of them would make him melt. loves peering up at your face from that angle and admires just how attractive you are. 

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[heich0e]

"so... how's work?"

you accidentally click the edge of your wine glass against your teeth as you tip it back, jarred by the strange question from the man standing at your side. you swallow the tiny mouthful of wine you manage to sip, turning to look at suna in bewilderment.

"work?" you ask him incredulously. "why are you asking me about work?"

suna rintarou doesn't care about what you do for work. truthfully speaking, you're not sure he even knows what you do for work—you certainly don't remember ever telling him, and the memory would stand out quite starkly considering all you ever seem to do when you run into him is bicker with him uselessly.

suna is a friend of a friend. or a friend of some friend's ex. or something. all you know is that every so often the two of you end up at the same social event, and there's something about the guy's face that just... makes you want to pick a fight.

and he has yet to turn down your instigation.

your friends all think it's funny—like you're some kind of comedy duo, and this is your special bit—but you don't see the charm in the slightest. you suspect they've started inviting you both to events just to have some entertainment.

"what?" rintarou asks, fiddling with his cellphone in his hand—pinching it between his thumb and his ring finger while he twirls it with his index. "i'm not allowed to ask about work? isn't that normal small talk for a christmas party?"

you're a little taken aback by his words. first of all, because he's right (which you hate). second of all, because he seems strangely defensive about it.

"normal for other people, maybe," you mutter, more to yourself than anything, before taking another tiny sip of wine. you swallow it, but somehow it doesn't help the dry feeling in your mouth. you're not sure you like this particular wine, you think, as bitterness clings to your tongue. "work is... fine."

suna perks up beside you at that, and you feel his eyes on your profile like he's waiting for you to go on.

"things get, uh... things get slow this time of year, so I'm mostly just answering stupid emails and ordering gifts online while i sit at my desk." you swirl the glass of wine in your hand, watching the way that the light catches in the deep red surface. "my section chief has kids and loves the holidays, so she's been pretty checked-out lately, herself. makes it easy to get away with slacking off."

you risk a glance over at him, and are somewhat dismayed to find him listening intently.

"must be nice to get a little break," he offers.

"yeah, i guess," you reply. your words are in agreement with him, but still your brow furrows.

what the fuck is going on?

you look around the room, as though checking for a hidden camera, or some other sign that might give away what the hell this guy's motives are. but around you is simply a room of friends enjoying each other's company—sipping drinks; eating finger foods the hosts had carefully set out to graze on; chatting amongst each other about their lives, their holiday sweaters, their work.

everything seems totally normal, other than what's transpiring in the quiet corner where you and suna rintarou find yourselves standing side by side.

"how is... your... work?" you manage to ask, though it sounds as though the question is pulled from you with considerable effort. stiff and strained in every way a question so innocuous doesn't have any right to be.

suna laughs a little under his breath, masks it with a clearly fake cough, and then rests his hand over his mouth. he's smirking. you know he is. he's revelling in every second of your discomfort like the twisted little freak he is.

you're about to tell him as much, but he cuts you off.

"it's good," he replies to your pained question with an unexpected sincerity. "we're coming up to the half-way point in the season, so training is still pretty intense. we do get a day off for the holiday though."

right, he's a volleyball player. you'd learned that upon your first meeting, before your opinion of him was quite so hostile. you remember thinking at the time that he looked like a volleyball player—tall, lean, with big hands that made the beer can he'd been holding look almost laughably small in comparison.

you glance down at those hands again, still idly fidgeting with his cellphone. he's not drinking a beer tonight, and you wonder if maybe it's because he's in the middle of his season.

you think about asking him.

but you don't.

suna seems to be waiting for you to say more, but when you don't, he continues on the conversation himself. "i thought about taking the train to hyogo for the day, but it wouldn't really make sense just to go visit for a few hours."

you take another sip of your wine. you decide that you do not in fact enjoy it.

you hum a bit, ditching your mostly full glass on the edge of a table that rests within reach. "tough to just make a day trip, especially since the weather's so..." you trail off, gesturing vaguely with your now empty hand in a way that's supposed to indicate the unreliability of the winter climate.

suna laughs.

you look at him in confusion.

"the weather?" he asks you, rubbing at his mouth again like he trying to hide the expression underneath his fingertips. it might work if his eyes didn't crinkle at the corner when he smiles. "we're talking about the weather now?"

your lips part indignantly at his jibe. he's the one who'd initiated this hellscape of small talk, and now he had the nerve to chide you for it?

"oh, i'm sorry," you guffaw, feigning remorse, "is there some pressing matter you'd rather discuss?"

rintarou dips closer to you from his greater height, and the fact that he's so much taller than you are only irritates you more.

"there is actually," he says with a nod.

"oh, yeah?" you roll your eyes, gearing up for a fight. you turn to face him properly, tilting your chin up to meet him eye to eye without wavering. "and what's that?"

"are you aware that we've been standing under mistletoe for the entirety of this conversation?"

you slowly look overhead.

like something out of a horror film, you find that for once in his life (or at least the few months you've known him) suna's chosen to say something factual. overhead, a little bundle of mistletoe has been affixed to the ceiling with a piece of tape that seems to barely be hanging on—the decoration at risk of falling at any moment.

you feel sick.

"so what?" you ask him, swallowing down that feeling of dread and maintaining (what you hope is) an air of indifference.

"so that means we're supposed to kiss," he tells you matter-of-factly, almost a bit pointedly, like he can't believe you didn't know.

"i'm aware of that," you hiss. "i don't, however, bend to the whims of plants, as a general rule."

"weird rule," he remarks, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

you feel a throb of irritation behind your eyes.

"you're the one who came over here to bother me," you point out. "if you knew there was mistletoe hanging up there, that means this is your fault."

suna shrugs a bit.

you keep going, your pulse thrumming beneath your tongue and fanning the flames of irritation churning in the pit of your stomach.

"if anything, that makes you the weird one for coming up with some scheme to trick me. we're not children. if you wanted to kiss me so bad you could have just aske—"

"can i kiss you?"

what?

"i asked if i can kiss you," rintarou says, and you're not sure if that means you voiced your thought aloud or it was just plainly written across your face. he inches closer to you, and though you would usually shift away to accommodate for the intrusion, the table where you'd discarded your glass of wine keeps you mostly trapped in place. pinned. cornered. "you said that if i wanted to kiss you, i should ask. so, i'm asking if i can kiss you."

why?

suna sighs after a moment of contemplating the look of abject shock on your features, slumping forward and resting his forehead on the wall beside your head, caging you against the wall with his lanky frame. you can't breathe with him this close—too startled by the proximity and the warmth radiating from him to even think about drawing air into your lungs. too confused by this entire situation to meet your basic human needs.

"you really don't get it, do you?" he asks quietly. he's so near that you feel his words more than you hear them—especially since they were spoken so quietly just next to your ear.

"get what?" your own voice sounds distant—sounds strange—to you when you finally manage to speak.

suna pulls back just far enough to meet your gaze, and you're shocked to see just how pink his face is. he looks mortified—and desperate—as his eyes find yours. he tilts his face towards you, and when he speaks again you feel the warmth of his breath break against your lips.

"you're the only person in this room who i'd enjoy listening to talk about the weather."

and it's not until much later, when the lingering bitterness from the wine has been replaced by something much sweeter (though entirely unexpected) on your tongue, that you realize rintarou was the only person in the room tall enough to reach the ceiling.

a/n: for nana, who forced me to write this entirely against my will but whom i love dearly in spite of it

[act-nat-ural]

Currently thinking about Osamu who despite being extremely athletic for most of his life, is slowly not working out as much in his recent years. Between planning your wedding, opening Miya Onigiri, and welcoming your first child, he hasn’t had the time nor energy. All this combined he's slowly growing softer around the edges, and man does it drive you crazy.

You were relaxing, reading a book on your shared bed when he walks in after having showered. Towel wrapped around his waist, his figure on display. He was still wet, water droplets slowly creeping down his chest. His belly was starting to poke out a little, and you loved it. He was very broad, still some muscle left, and combined with the chub he was looking quite tempting.

You start squealing and hide your face in the pillow, kicking your legs. He laughs and walks over, still getting the floor wet. “The hells up with ya?” You giggle and peek from behind the pillow. 

“You’re way too hot. I can’t handle it.” As soon as you say that you burst into giggles again, and he raises his eyebrows in surprise, a slight smirk on his face. 

“Ya think so? I noticed I’ve put on some weight and was thinking of hittin’ the gym-” 

“No! Please! I love it!” He hums and leans over you, nearly pressing against you.

“Well, if you insist.”

note: gnawing on the bars of my enclosure…..

[moonietuney]

tsukishima fell for your intelligence. he had been half listening to the teacher drone on about complex equations, his chin propped lazily on his palm. you answered question after question without hesitation, your tone calm and confident as if the problems were nothing but seared in your mind. the blonde’s pen stilled in his hand as he realized he wasn’t even paying attention to the math anymore; he was watching you, the way you tilted your head slightly when thinking and tapped your eraser against your notebook. his eyebrows narrowed downwards as his chest thumped like it never had before. tsukishima scoffed under his breath and he scribbled in his notebook, knowing he had to have that one way or another.

#needthat

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[swtnjk]

atsumu loves his princess

you and atsumu watch the bear on your tv, he didn’t care for it though. he stares at you as his hands rub up and down your calf. you look at him, “hm?” he shakes his head.

“just lookin at my girl.”

you giggle as you rub his shoulder with your foot. you drag your foot up to his cheek, slapping it softly. “suck my toes, baby,” you tease.

he raises his brows, grinning. “aight.”

and before you could reply it, he grabbed your foot with both hands and kissed your big toe like it was some priceless gem. “your wish is my command, beautiful.”

you laugh loudly, pulling your foot away. “ew— atsumu, i was just kidding!”

he watches you laugh, his grin still up. “princess wants her toes sucked, i suck ‘em. princess wants the moon, i’m stealin’ NASA.”

you shake your head with a smile, “you’re dumb.” he shrugs, “and proud. call me the foot king!” he grabs your foot again and pampers it with kisses.

you stare for a sec, “can i record?” you ask softly.

“course, baby.”

[seumyo]

husband!kageyama taking care of your nails for you.

“You know, when you told me you were going to clip my nails, I didn’t think you meant it seriously.”

Kageyama gave a small grunt, not looking up. “I always mean it seriously.”

“That’s what worries me a little.”

He blinked, pausing to glance at you. “Why?”

“Because you have your ‘actual game face’ on. Like you’re about to hit the ball through someone’s soul—my poor finger’s soul.”

His brow furrowed. “This is delicate work,” he said, as if it were obvious. “I have to focus. And I’m careful.”

You laughed, watching him lift your hand like it was a precious object. He took a long moment to examine your fingers—turning them slightly, his thumb brushing along your knuckles in slow circles. It’s gentle and careful, and it warms your heart to see your husband so loving like this.

“You have a hangnail here,” he muttered, frowning. “Were you picking at it again?”

“I got nervous during that meeting yesterday.”

He clicked his tongue quietly. “Stop doing that. You’ll hurt yourself.”

“I didn’t know I’d be getting a full checkup afterward!”

“You don’t need to be nervous. You’re… good at what you do.” His voice dropped a little as he said it, like it embarrassed him to offer praise so directly. “I’ve heard you on the phone. You’re smart. And brave.”

You blinked at him, caught off guard. Your smile softened. “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve said all week.”

“I said you looked pretty yesterday.”

“You said I ‘looked rested.’”

“…Oh. Well, you look even prettier today.”

You laughed, and it made his ears turn pink.

He clipped your nails gently, his hands steady, fingers long and precise. He held each of yours securely, guiding you through the process like a practiced routine. It wasn’t rushed; Kageyama took his time, carefully aligning the clipper, checking the angle twice before making a cut. After each nail, he paused to brush the trimmed bits into a little ceramic bowl they kept nearby.

“Do you do this often?” You asked after a long pause. “For yourself, I mean?”

He nodded once. “Every few days. I have to. My fingers are everything. If I don’t keep my nails short and clean, they can catch on the ball or split. It’s stupid how much one little crack can mess with your whole game.”

You gave him a look, eyes wide with something like quiet awe. “You take this so seriously.”

“It’s part of taking care of myself,” he said, and his gaze lifted to yours. “And now it’s part of taking care of you too.”

Your breath caught for just a moment. How did you ever get so lucky to snag this man?

Kageyama picked up the small file next and began to smooth the edges with slow, even strokes. The motion was rhythmic and tender. You watched the way he focused so intently on the task—the slight pinch in his brow, the way his lower lip pressed into a thin line when he was trying to be especially careful.

“You always do this when you’re nervous,” you said softly, brushing your free hand against his hair.

“Do what?”

“Zone in. Like the world disappears except the thing you’re trying to control.”

Kageyama was quiet for a moment, then exhaled. “That’s… true.”

“Are you nervous right now?”

He hesitated. “Not nervous. Just… I want to get it right.”

“Because it’s me?”

He gave the tiniest nod, eyes still trained on your thumbnail. “You’re important. I don’t want to mess anything up.”

You leaned in, resting your forehead against his for a beat. “You won’t.”

The silence between you grew comfortable. The kind of quiet that speaks in glances and gentle touches. After he filed the last nail, he gently ran his thumb across each fingertip, checking for snags, tiny splinters, anything he might have missed. Then he reached for the cuticle oil and unscrewed the little bottle with a slow, almost reverent motion.

“I’m going to massage this in,” he said, almost shyly—yet still determined.

You nodded, watching him carefully as he dabbed a small dot of oil on each nail, then rubbed it in with soft, circular motions. His touch was warm, so warm, like the atmosphere during mornings in a bakery. The way he held your hand wasn’t just careful—it was reverent. As if your hands were something sacred. Something worth protecting.

“I like your hands,” he said suddenly.

You scrunched your nose, barely. “Really?”

“They’re soft. And warm. And… I know them.” His voice dropped lower, murmuring. “I know the way you hold my wrist when I’m anxious. The way you press your palm to my back when I come home late. How you run your fingers through my hair when I can’t sleep.”

You swallowed. Your chest ached in that lovely, terrible way when someone says exactly what you needed to hear without knowing it.

“I want to take care of them,” he added, brushing his thumb along the side of your pinky. “Because they take care of me.”

“Tobio…”

He looked up then, eyes a little wide like he was afraid he’d gone too far. But you leaned forward before he could pull back and kissed him softly. When you pulled away, your voice was barely a whisper. “You are the gentlest man I’ve ever known.”

He shook his head, a breath of laughter escaping. “I’m not.”

“You are. Maybe not with words. Or… you know, strangers. But with me? You’re gentle in all the ways that matter.”

You sat like that for a long moment—hands still entwined, foreheads nearly touching, the world outside fading into white noise. Then Kageyama cleared his throat. “I could… maybe paint them next time? If you want?”

Your eyes lit up. “You’d paint my nails?”

He gave an awkward little shrug. “If you like it. I’d have to practice.”

You hummed, pulling him forward into another kiss, lingering and full of affection. “You’re already perfect.”

Kageyama flushed from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears once again. He’s so easily flustered—it’s almost illegal to be this cute, you think.

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[marisolls]

051525. KAGEYAMA TOBIO. hopelessly whipped for u.

“should i go for the usual or something daring?”

it’s girls’ night. mandatory. and kageyama tobio doesn’t know what to do with himself.

you look at him through the vanity mirror. behind you, he’s sitting cross-legged on the bed, leaning a little too far forward while you swatch different shades of lip gloss on your wrist. and he’s thinking, how the hell am i supposed to survive this?

“daring,” he says after a beat. “you haven’t seen your girlfriends in a while, so…”

“that’s true.” you choose your favorite—something in between usual and daring. you seem absorbed in the way you carefully prep yourself, despite how messy your table looks. it’s a soft kind of focus nestled in the silence. a comfortable weight tucked in the moment of each other’s presence. you move in such calm precision.

it’s the same care he uses when taping his fingers before a match, or lacing his shoes twice, or massaging you thoroughly on a late evening.

he watches you. watches the way the light hits the soft curve of your cheek. the way your fingers press and sweep and blend. and all he can think is,

i want to learn how to do your makeup. just to know what it feels like to hold your face in my hands that long.

“like what you see?”

your voice pulls him out of his thoughts. you glance back at him through the mirror—smiling, coy, cheekbones high and eyes expectant. you always know how to get him going.

“yeah…” his words barely hold any constraint. completely awestruck by you.

the sound of your laughter echoes through his chest. reverent. you stand, popping the lid of your mascara closed and sweeping your hair over your shoulder before you make your way to the closet, dress already hung and waiting. his eyes follow.

you don’t notice the way he’s gone quiet behind you—or maybe you do, but you’re used to it by now. humming a little to yourself, you slip your dress off the hanger, allowing the feeling of his gaze trailing toward your exposed nape, the arch of your back, the way your waist slopes.

even after all this time, he can't quite wrap his head around the fact that you're his wife—that this beautiful woman is his. no matter what you do, you're always glowing.

how is that even possible?

you slip the dress on, the fabric hugging you in all the places he aches for. aching for your softness that comes from the weight you’ve gained over the years. you give yourself a little twirl in the mirror, so much grace in your movement. he’s so far gone.

he mutters, barely audible, “how the hell are you mine?”

you walk over to him with slow, easy steps until you’re standing in front of him. he makes room for you, locking you between his knees.

“tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, hm?”

his hands find purchase on the dip of your hips, palms spreading across fabric and then, without even meaning to, slipping under. his warm touch sends your skin aflame, permeating. thumbs grazing like he’s memorized to.

he tilts his head lightly to the side, feeling every shape of you, gaze never leaving yours. he’ll proudly show you instead.

you chuckle softly as your hand cups his cheek. he leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut a moment too long.

“you know you can’t have me tonight,” you whisper, brushing your nose against his.

“i know,” he murmurs, voice low and raw. “but let me pretend.”

his lips nearly brush yours, so close—when your phone buzzes loudly on the vanity.

you freeze.

he groans instantly.

“shit.” you scramble for the phone. “hi? yeah—yeah, i’m ready, just—give me like ten minutes?”

kageyama groans again, dropping his head against your belly. “ten minutes.”

carding your fingers through his hair, you see his shoulders droop with evident sulk. “five.”

you scramble—barely managing to shove your phone into your bag while he fixes your dress for you, smoothing out any creases he’s left.

he follows you to the door, half-heartedly trying to block the way. you spend three minutes giggling as you press a kiss to his lips, slow and warm. he chases after it when you pull away.

“be good,” you murmur, breathless and stunning as you reach for the doorknob.

“i’m never good when you leave like that,” he mumbles.

you wink. “you’ll be fine.”

and then you’re gone.

he stands there a long while, staring at the door.

god, he loves you.

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[alpali]

Ushijima who falls hard for you. He loves quietly and observingly. With a small frown on his face he watches you from across the cafeteria. Wondering what you liked to eat, what you were thinking about, what did you like to talk about.

Ushijima who, when you’re around, blushes like an idiot. His brows pulled together and arms crossed. He mostly never makes eye contact with you just because his heart practically beats out of his chest.

Ushijima who finally talks to you and thinks he’s fallen all over again because of how beautiful your voice is. He never wants you to stop he’ll listen to you for hours, for days.

Tendou notices almost immediately and tells practically everyone on the team. It’s a little funny how he’ll openly admit that he has feelings for you except to you in general.

“You guys really haven’t noticed the way he looks at her hmmm?” Tendou teases

“I don’t see a problem. I like her.” He says blindly.

However he always refuses to actually confess his feelings. He’s scared of rejection and that’s what he tells Tendou when he asks.

“Really? That’s it? I mean, yea you’re probably unfamiliar with the feeling.” Tendou deadpans

Ushijima blinks.

“It’s not entirely that. It’s not like my ego would be hurt. I just…don’t want to know that she doesn’t feel the way I do.”

“Because you like her a lot?”

“Yes. Very much so.”

The whole team made a bet with him that if they beat Karasuno, he’d have to ask you out. Which to them would be the easiest way. However they lost and even Ushijima is a little sad they lost the bet.

But here you come strutting up to him, a pout on your pretty lips.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” You rub his arm.

And even though his whole body is warming up and buzzing he can’t help the little chuckle that spills out. You look at him a little confused but he waves it off.

“You’re making it sound like someone has passed. We’ll just have to beat them next time. And I know we will.”

You smile, enjoying the way he sees the bright side of things. Of course this wouldn’t bring him down.

“Yes you will.” You laugh and he lets a small smile grace his lips.

“May I ask you something?” He gulps, his throat suddenly feeling dry.

“What’s up?” You rock back and forth on your feet.

“Would you like to go out sometime?” He avoids your gaze, his lips pursed.

You gush at the sight. The red in his cheeks. This man was a giant but right now he looks like a child being scolded.

“I’d like that a lot. Ushijima.”

He perks up, his eyes gleaming.

“Really?” He blinks.

“Yes.” You laugh and honestly this feels better than winning a match.

“Wakatoshi is fine.” He says.

“My apologies Wakatoshi. I’d love to go out with you.”

Ushijima who is a love sick man.