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[angelwalker]

It's birb season :) This is my part for the "Seven Deadly Sins" collab I'm hosting! It was interesting to write something on lust and avoid NSFW (honestly, it was a challenge) but I wanted to take a risk and hopefully it pays off? We'll see XD

Collab: Seven Deadly Sins by @illyaana

Tags: Hawks x Reader, Binaural, Heated Kissing, Implied NSFW (It's still SFW dw~)

Synopsis: A narrator narrating your and Hawks' internal monologue whenever you two think or meet each other :)

WC: 1133 (long time since I hit 1k ngl-)

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Lust; such a provocateur.

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All the Greek gods and Olympians never shunned their desires - they lived off of it; danced and drank until the night's end. Meeting others casually under the same sky but a different bed almost every other day, taking in the joys the world around them had to offer.

Their lust was hidden under the pretence of hedonism; to live off the wild, "uncouth" wants they vesseled, but to never accept the reality behind their actions.

That way of living has long been deemed wrong, but why? Keigo never understood.

Isn't life meant to be wasted on the joys the world had to offer him? Albeit his torturous life as the Winged Hero Hawks had required him to build a wall behind his hedonistic desire, Keigo's want to be free just like Zeus and Dionysus was far from hidden.

He had tasted the riches the world had to offer him; to taste the oldest of wines, to grip the rarest of gems, to wear the thickest of coats… they were things that he no longer found hard to find.

But the day he met you made him change his wants almost instantly.

Who would've thought a quirkless person would make him, a hero known for not taking his job too seriously, fly hours and hours on end just to make sure they're safe?

Well, you did.

Instead of meaningless encounters, he wanted to spend all his nights beside you - taking in your warmth. He wanted to feel your feet entangled in his, your hands softly caressing his wings as you lulled him to sleep. He wanted you to trace his cheek with your thumb, teasing him about how he has forgotten to exude his "manlier side" to the world as soon as he made you his.

He wanted to live a domesticated life with you - an idea that he never understood until he saw how amazing you were, inside and out.

Instead of just being a hero for fame, you gave him a reason to fight every day and every night on end - breaks shortening from 3 hours to 30 minutes. He wanted to build Musutafu into a world where you were protected from all ten directions. He wanted to make sure that you could live your life freely - no worry about death rearing its ugly head.

He wanted his world safe - an idea that he never understood until you greeted him on the street and became his world.

Instead of drinking the fanciest of wines, he wanted to feel your lips against his. After all, the mere touch of your soft lips gave him a high thousands of bottles of the finest wines could never bring. He wanted to taste your cherry lip balm - he wanted it to stain his lips as you gripped his hair, pulling him closer.

He wanted to bring you to another level of ecstasy just by his caress. He wanted you to grip on his shoulders, your goosebumps raising as he whispered sweet nothings to you. He wanted you to melt in his arms and his arms alone. The idea of him holding you as close as he could, you kissing his cheek, neck, shoulder…

It took over his mind more often than you’d think.

You had invoked a feeling within him - a "fire", if you will. The flames that began to burn within him are long from being extinguished.

Lust; such a provocateur - yet, it brought him to a person he wanted to cherish.

"Hello, baby bird."

"Hawks! Slacking again, I see?" You tease, adjusting his jacket, "Looking suave as always, number two."

“This… this feels nice.”

His red wings covered your back, pulling you to the hero's chest. His fingers softly grazed your cheek, admiring the little freckles and making little constellations in his mind. You instinctively melted into the hero's touch, enjoying the feeling of his soft wings against your exposed skin. Hand around your waist, Hawks laid his head against your forehead. Chuckling, you cupped his cheeks, the pad of your thumb rubbing his soft skin.

"You good?" You whispered, afraid to break the precious moment between the two of you.

"I just miss you…"

You visibly tensed when you heard the pain in his words. It spoke more than it should, singing a satirical piece on how Keigo longed for you. His grip around your waist tightened, a feeling of worry shooting up his legs.

"Is everything okay?" You whispered as you pressed your forehead against his, "Wanna talk about something?"

"It's nothing, love. Don't worry."

But his expression was far from it.

The way he sighed as he lost his uptight stature, the way he gripped your shirt tighter than before, how you felt his wings pushing you closer into him…

It spoke more than the words that left his lips moments ago.

"Hawks…"

You looked into his brown irises, taking in all it wanted to say to you. A desire to be alone soon consumed the two of you, the need to be enveloped in each other's warmth ringing loud in your head.

Yet he couldn't give in; not right now.

"You need to go to work, don't you?" Hawks whispered, his grip slowly loosening, "I shouldn't be the reason you're late."

His wings leaving your back, a sudden wave of cold wind hits your skin, making you shiver slightly.

Was it seriously this cold before?

Or was it your body just so accustomed to receiving the never-ending warmth the man before you radiated? - How he'd envelop you in a feeling of security with freedom tingling the ends of your fingers to wander his soft skin?

You never wanted it to end.

It was home.

He was home.

You wanted to give him the exact same feeling he gave you.

Or was it more?

The desire to feel his lips against yours pounded within you, begging even. Your eyes were glazed with a sense of want - no - need as you stared at the man before in his statuesque posture.

You wanted to lace your fingers through his hair as his hands gripped your waist, your legs wrapped tightly around his. You wanted to feel his fingers press on the base of your spine and slowly move up your back to grip your shoulder, his fingers softly grazing your cheek.

But you couldn't - not now.

Lust; such a provocateur - pushing others to their very limits, boundaries aching to be broken, but they can't.

He can't.

You can't.

"I'll see you later, Hawks," you said, kissing his cheek, "Come over once your shift ends - you have my spare key."

A small smile formed on the pro's face, relieving you of the worry that plagued you moments ago.

"Okay."

[angelwalker]

Collab: "You weren't supposed to hear that." - Anilysium Discord Server

Listen to this while you read it :33 I heard it while writing this, so it might enhance the experience? Idk XD

Tags: Atsumu x Reader, Fluff, Osasuna, Eavesdropping AU

Synopsis: Atsumu was just that good at being a little eavesdropper, but don't forget - you can at times hear things you don't want to hear.

Word Count: 997 (just assume its 1k tq XD) I didn't proof read as much as I usually do, so forgive me if there's any major mistakes :-:

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Atsumu never meant to look out for your little steps along the halls of Inarizaki High, but he couldn’t help it.

The minute he sees you pass by his classroom, his eyes dart to your face - more specifically, that little smirk you have when you feel your bag swing back and forth, hitting your sides. He never knew why you loved it, but he just knew you loved the little sounds your keychains made as you ran through the halls of the school.

He loved to see that little skip in your walk whenever you saw a vending machine - well, the old vending machine at the corner of the gym. That old vending machine reads 100 yen as 200 yen, giving you a drink for half the price. You’d smile the minute you heard the clanging of the small coin in the small section of the machinery, playing with it like a child playing with a free toy.

That little proud smile you had when you outsmarted that old vending machine was so cute - he could stare at that smile for ages and never get bored.

Atsumu wanted to join your little circle of friends - he really did.

He could’ve easily done it - after all, Suna and Osamu hang out with you every other day. Yet he could never bring himself to sit beside you, much less talk to you.

So, he’d gladly be a secret agent, taking little mental notes on you until the data he obtained is enough to talk to you.

There will be a day where he walks up to you and casually mentions your little habits and your ever-expressive facial features - but that day won’t be today.

Today, he’ll listen to your soft voice humming to the soft serenades of the Oh Hellos as you focus on your classwork. He’d stare at how your eyelashes curtained your beautiful eyes - wondering how they’d look when they stared into his. He’ll continue to dream about how your graceful fingers that currently grip your mechanical pencil trace his skin, and how he’d melt into that soft touch of yours.

“You should really talk to him, y’know?” Suna said to you, wiping the class’s whiteboard.

“Suna, as much as I want to talk to him, I can’t...”

It hurt Atsumu to know you had someone you loved.

It hurt to know that you imagined someone hugging you, pulling you into their tight embrace. You had imagined a world where you two spent hours on end in comfortable silence, legs tangled in one another as you stared at the sky above you. You had wished to see someone in the rawest way possible - no facades to cover their truest emotions.

You pictured days of endless possibilities with another, while Atsumu stayed in his world of make-believe, dreaming - no - envisioning a world where he would be the one pressing his lips on your forehead, your hands gripping on his sides.

You had pictured a pair of lips on yours, pulling your hair as they melt against your lips.

He just wished it was his.

“Stop being such a scaredy-cat. He, of all people, isn’t scary.”

Suna knows the man you liked - and knew him well.

Atsumu could tell by the smug look on the raven-haired male.

If Suna acknowledged him as a friend, then the guy must be an amazing guy, right?

If Suna cares about this guy, that means that guy must be worthy of you. After all, you deserve the best.

Atsumu gritted his teeth, imagining you walking along that corridor with another man.

Holding hands…

Smiling…

Having lunch together…

Going on dates with him…

That man is a lucky guy, that’s for sure.

“Funny how you’re preaching about talking to your crush when you haven’t talked to Osamu, one of your oldest friends, about your feelings about him,” you retorted.

Atsumu smiled, looking at Suna's now extremely red face.

It was no shock to Atsumu that Suna liked Osamu - he was an amazing person despite all his hidden remarks and teases.

Osamu was a reliable person - he takes care of everyone he cares about and is willing to drive thousands of kilometres to help.

And Suna will be the one by his side, taking care of the one who gives and never takes.

Suna turned to look at the doorway, stretching his neck, only to see his crush's twin gripping the frame of the door. A mischievous look grew on his face, staring at the now embarrassed face of the blond.

“Funny how we both fell for Miyas, isn’t it?”

Atsumu’s once sadness-filled face turned into one filled with astonishment.

He wasn’t wrong to love you - if anything, he chose well.

Your hands were willing to touch his skin - to radiate your never-ending warmth just for him to feel.

Your eyes would sing songs of endless admiration just for him and him alone.

Atsumu’s mind began replaying all the scenarios he’d play when he thought of you - how you’d play with his tie just to get his attention, how you would tug on his hair when you pissed him off, how you’d sing those whispers to him as he laid on your lap…

It can happen - it will happen.

Well, the world-renowned spy Miya Atsumu had a new mission now; to make the person who made the world better the happiest person in the world.

Atsumu dashed from his hiding spot, grabbing his sling bag and rushing towards the entrance. Small screams of joy left his lips, his eyes filled with light.

You’ll be mine, hun - you will. I don’t care how long it’ll take, but your hands will only interlock with mine from now onwards.

“I hate that we did - we can’t tease each other,” you joked as you placed your pencil back on the table, stretching your back.

Suna turned his gaze to you, smirking.

“Well, who knows? I might be teasing you very soon.”

[angelwalker]

can i have a yamaguchi tucking you in to bed pls >_< (you can include other characters if you'd like!)

Juju: OK so this idea was extremely cute so I decided to do all of them (well the ones I thought matched the scenario)- Thanks for the ask, nepho!! Also sorry it took so long TwT But more characters so GEEHEHE

Tags: Haikyu!! x Reader, Fluff, Binaural

Synopsis: Them tucking you into bed -_-

WC: Around 100 per idea?

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If you want to send me an ask, go ahead! - it's always open <3

𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

-> Daichi, Kita, Iwaizumi, Asahi, Yaku, Aone, Ushijima

He pulled you to his chest, patting your back and you nuzzled your head against his broad shoulder. A small hum in content escaped his lips as he felt your breaths become longer, softer. Looking down, he saw your sleeping figure, your arms wrapped around his waist. He chuckled, looking at your defenceless stature - how relaxed into him. Happy, he pushed you against the bed, pulling the comforter up to cover your legs. He kissed your forehead, enjoying the warmth that grew within him just by that small action.

"God I don't want to leave..." he whispered as he got off the bed.

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

-> Bokuto, Hinata, Atsumu, Nishinoya, Oikawa, Tanaka

He pulls the duvets over the two of you, his arm slowly finding its place around your waist. Pulling you closer to him, he began to kiss your cheek, a warmth blooming within the two of you. You turned around to face him, cupping his cheeks. He instant melted to the touch, succumbing to the familiarity of your touch. Be began to kiss your forehead, trailing down to your nose and meeting your lips at the end. You smiled as you felt his soft pair of lips against yours, enjoying the feeling of being within his embrace.

Soon, you both feel the night's spell hit you, falling deep into slumber whilst being within each other's grip.

𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮

-> Yamaguchi, Suga, Akaashi, Tendou, Goshiki

He slowly took the laptop from your grip and placed it on the study table, a worried look now on his face. Hand on the bedhead, he slowly pressed his body onto the soft cushions. You eyed the eye bags he gained from multiple night shifts and assignments. Seeing your face just as worried as his, he chuckled while pulling you closer to him. Your head now on his chest, he traced the back of your spine as he indulged in the feeling of you in his arms. Soon, soft hums left his lips, the words of Ed Sheeran playing in your mind as you heard the tune. You felt the need to sleep wash over you, your grip on his t-shirt now loosening.

"Precious..." he whispered as he pulled the comforter up, kissing your forehead as he hugged your sleeping figure even tighter.

[angelwalker]

A Glimpse of Yellow: Suna x f!reader - Chapter 10

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Relationships: Suna x f!reader, mostly platonic!Inarizaki x f!reader (the relationships in the tags could be platonic or romantic :) )

Summary:

When the twins assumed you were dating Suna, he went along with it and you had no idea why.

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Despite being Atsumu’s best friend, you barely knew his aloof and nonchalant teammate. Suna only made the occasional comment on the twins’ antics when you were around.

So when you needed a way to escape from the twins’ interrogations –including one about your longtime crush because you were definitely over him– Suna offered to walk with you after school to provide a way out. This raised a few eyebrows including yours.

Things got even stranger when the twins assumed you were dating Suna. And for some reason, he went along with it.

Genre, etc.: fluff, romance, friendship, getting together, fake dating, slow burn, acquaintances to friends to lovers, canon compliant, eventual angst but it’s the shoujo type

Words: 2.1k

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Your fingers fidgeted with the edge of the heavy cotton tablecloth. A bowl of rice and some utensils laid in front of you, your eyes unfocused towards them. This was awkward.

Suna sat a little straighter than usual in the seat to your right while their parents were cleaning up a few items in the kitchen.

Your stomach tensed up each time he moved in the slightest. You let out your breath. Suna had only picked up the chopsticks.

Once everyone was seated, you began to pick at the steamed vegetables and mindlessly brought them to your mouth. "What's going on?" you wondered. "He's too quiet. Couldn't he at least say something?"

You lowered your eyes and swallowed. Was something caught in your throat? You couldn't tell.

"So Y/n," said a low voice. You jumped, releasing the table cloth from between your fingers. "Do you go to Inarizaki too?" Their dad pointed out your crisp collared shirt with the maroon bow.

"Oh. Uh… yeah," you muttered. You lowered your eyes to the bowl.

It was the first time meeting them and you shouldn't be acting so uneasy. They were being hospitable towards you, trying to start a conversation with you, but you could barely utter a few words. How were you supposed to know you'd end up meeting Suna's parents?

"Have you seen Rintarou around then?" their mom asked.

"Yeah, we're uh…" you struggled to explain. What were you exactly? Were you still friends? Classmates? Or were you now only someone he knew? You couldn't even say you were exs.

"She's in my class," said Suna.

Your heart fluttered at hearing his voice, cheeks heating up. Your crush was beside you and yet, your stomach dropped once again. He confirmed you were only a classmate.

"She's pretty fun to hang out with though.”

You widened your eyes and turned to him. How could his few words change your mood in an instant? A smile threatened to cover your face.

"She is! Isn't she?" Karin added. "She started teaching me volleyball."

"Is she the one who's been spoiling you with bubble tea?" their mom asked.

Conversations continued between Karin and her parents. Suna went quiet, but they weren't bothered by it. You wouldn't have thought much of it either under normal circumstances.

You missed him.

You couldn't help but long for his snide remarks, his deadpan comments, and his playful smile when you rolled your eyes. Where were those? Could you even get those back?

Karin went stiff after her parents asked a question you had missed. She began to turn red on the spot, and you raised a brow.

"Y/n's friend is kind of cute," she mentioned. "That's all."

You widened your eyes. "Who?" you slowly enunciated. What were they talking about? Karin's love life?

"What was his name?" Karin wondered out loud. "Miya Atsum–"

"No." You and Suna looked at each other after saying the same thing.

Karin was too precious to you to hand over to Atsumu. A smile began to form on your lips, noticing that Suna must have thought the same way. Your smile disappeared when he turned away from you.

Karin commented how the two of you sucked while their parents continued to entertain the thought of their daughter having a crush.

"It would be interesting if Rintarou brought home a girlfriend," said their mom.

You coughed. Rice went down the wrong way. When their mom gave you a concerned look, you lied, saying you must have eaten too fast. Your cheeks heated up, imagining what it would've been like if you were introduced as his girlfriend instead of Karin's friend.

Suna stood up and thanked them for the meal. The pit in your stomach dropped to the bottom again. He had left quite an amount of food. You glanced behind. He was gone.

"Don't worry about him, Y/n," his mother told you. "He's pretty reserved around others he doesn't know well. Don't take it personally."

Your chest tightened. He did know you. That was what you thought at least. Maybe you really didn't know him. You didn't understand his actions at all.

You began to doubt every action he did with you. The day he smiled after you took a picture of him with the banana peel. The day he joked about not wanting to kiss you. The day he helped you practice your sets. The day he first offered to walk with you after school. Were any of those real?

Why did you fall for him? It was supposed to be fake.

Why did he even pretend to date you?

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Yellow jerseys huddled around their middle school coach. It wasn't an official game, yet a few people stood in the stands to watch. The coach gave a run down of what to expect from the other team and told them to ensure their serves went over the net.

The two teams stood on opposite sides of the net to practice their serves. Suna caught a serve that bounced off the floor. He dribbled the ball a few times as he walked to the service line.

"Oni-chan!!!" Karin yelled from the stands. "I made it today!" She lifted her friend's hand to wave at him. "I brought Hana-chan and Shizuka too!!! You all better win!!"

"Karin, you're so loud," Shizuka complained, clicking her tongue.

"Let her be excited about this," Hana said with a wide grin. "She's finally in the same school as her brother."

Suna continued to mind his own business as he hit another ball over the net. The brat was here. A small smile creeped its way onto his mouth.

"Is that Yashiro down there?" exclaimed Karin. She waved at other first years in her class who stood on the court. "Yashiro! Mitsune! Ganbatte!!!"

Yashiro turned red as he waved back to Karin. His friend nudged him. "Oy, aren't you scared of her brother?"

"What?"

"He's a gangster. I heard the last time someone tried to ask her out, he beat him up with a bat."

The hair on the back of Yashiro's neck stood straight up and his eyes darted around the court. "You mean that kind of guy is on our team?"

Suna walked up behind the two first years and leaned in towards their ears. "I heard he sleeps with a shotgun under his pillow," he told them in a hushed tone. "You'd better be careful."

The two of them jumped and audibly swallowed before Suna walked away. Perhaps they would also stop causing trouble for the rest of the third years now.

Karin waved her arms in the stands, still trying to get Suna's attention. He finally raised his gaze. Although he didn't say a word, she gave him a large smile.

That was the first day Karin came to cheer for him and she came to watch wherever she could.

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"Can I order a medium taro with tapioca pearls?" Karin told the cashier at the bubble tea shop.

"Are you serious?" Suna shifted his eyes towards her. She had ordered it as a joke the last time they were here.

"It actually tastes good," Karin said.

Suna only gave a deadpan expression.

"You should get it too. Taro for Rintarou," she commented.

"You're not that funny you know," Suna retorted.

Karin gave him a wide goofy smile. She needed braces.

Suna slurped up the rest of his bubble tea and began to jab a tapioca with his straw. He chewed on the sticky pearl as they left the shop.

He pulled out an opened envelope from his backpack. "I got scouted for volleyball," he told her.

"What? You got scouted? For high school? That's so cool!" Karin exclaimed, hugging Suna's neck, almost causing him to spill his drink. "So are you like a professional athlete then?" she said with stars in her eyes.

Suna shrugged but gave her a small smirk.

"You're amazing!" Karin said, hopping up and down, unable to contain her excitement. She grabbed the letter from him. "I can't wait to see you play!" She squinted her eyes at the paper. "Huh? Where's Inarizaki?"

"In Hyogo."

"Where's that?"

"Just check the map, you brat."

Karin began to drag her feet before she completely stopped walking. Her drink stood still.

"So does that means I won't be graduating here?" Karin asked, staring at the pavement.

"Isn't that a given?" Suna replied, lifting his brows.

"Oh," she said with a nervous laugh. She rubbed the back of her head. "Right. That makes sense."

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"My mom is finally letting me have a pet!" Hana squealed to her two best friends.

Suna walked by to grab a snack from the kitchen, but smelled something else in the living room.

Shizuka and Karin sat on the couch across from her, under a thick fleece blanket. They munched on the pizza from their box and didn't dare to eat from Hana's. It had pineapples.

"Which one are you getting?" asked Shizuka.

"Probably a hamster," replied Hana. "But I won't be getting it for a few months."

"Why not?" Karin asked.

"Mom wants to make sure I pass our exams," she said. "So I have to wait until Spring break. Maybe you can come visit then."

Karin looked down on the blanket, not saying a word. Suna glanced at her. She must not have told them yet.

"Actually…," Karin said, biting her lip, "I'm moving."

Shizuka stopped eating her pizza. Hana only blinked.

"Hey! Don't worry! I'll still come and visit!" Karin quickly added. "I checked and it only takes a few hours by train."

She got no response.

"I can sleepover at my aunt's house!" she continued to elaborate. "We can spend a whole weekend together."

Hana rubbed her eye. "What happened to being friends forever?" she said.

"Does that even matter anymore?" Shizuka said, clicking her tongue. "She obviously doesn't care."

"What? Of course I care!" Karin told them. "It's just that Oni-chan got scouted." She fidgeted with the blanket. "So we have to move."

"I suddenly regret watching your brother's games now," said Shizuka, crossing her arms.

"Who's going to steal my fries then?" Hana said, biting her lip. "And who's going to braid my hair as an apology?"

"I can still do those things! We can even call each other every day! I promise!" Karin told them.

Suna left, deciding to check the fridge for food instead. He didn't understand what the big deal was. He couldn't care less about moving away from his own friends.

He looked at his sister trying to calm her friends down. At least Karin seemed to be fine with everything.

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Spring break came and Suna's room was still a mess. Their parents had a house lined up near Inarizaki High School and they sold their current one about a month ago.

He stared at the empty moving boxes he put together but hadn't filled yet. He figured he'd have time with a week left to pack.

It was his turn to take out the trash this week. Suna tied up his garbage and headed towards the next room.

Karin's room was a lot cleaner compared to his. Her Hello Kitty doll sat beside her bookcase. Two rows were empty. A cardboard box was tucked away beside it. Her bed was made. The floors were clear. She had always been a fairly tidy person.

Suna walked to the trash bin next to her bed. It was typically full of granola bar wrappers, sticker backings, and other items she didn't need anymore. Today, it was full of tissues.

Oh. She was crying.

Bright yellow construction paper peeked out of the edges of a binder wedged between her bed and night table. The insides were filled with Karin's memories from elementary school and her first year of middle school. One photo was Karin on Hana's back as they walked through an amusement park. The next was when Karin hung off the swing at a playground with the two girls twisting the chains to spin her in circles. Another picture showed Karin's open mouth with chewed up fries inside it. She was caught red handed, said the scribbled caption.

Suna heard the door open from behind him. Karin had come back from the bathroom with swollen eyes.

"Oh! Oni-chan," she said with a smile. "Why are you here?"

He lifted the bag of garbage. Without a word, before she could say anything else, he left her room.

Once outside, Suna let out a sigh. Right. Karin didn't come to watch his last volleyball tournament. Now what?

Why did he decide to go to Inarizaki High School?

*****

I hope you're still enjoying this. :) I finally got to reveal some of Suna's backstory. Now you know that he has a gun under his pillow. LOL. Just kidding. I just headcanon that he's the type to go along with rumours about him, including the dating one.

Also, I've mentioned this before, but for chaptered fics, I know some people hit like to read the fic later. I'm okay with that, but it's hard to tell if people are actually reading this unless they leave a comment. So I'm always thankful for comments but also no pressure to leave one. :)

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[angelwalker]

Why Not Me? - Kindaichi x f!reader

Summary: You're halfway through your drawing and Kindaichi struggles to tell you something.

Genre: fluff, friends to lovers

Word count: 0.7k

Author's notes: I'm a new follower but happy birthday @annypuff! Thank you for doing your birthday event. I enjoyed a lot of the drawings that others requested. :) Also, I know you like angst (with no comfort 😰), but I didn't think I should do angst for you and Kindaichi… lol. So I hope you like this anyway!

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You laid your stylus on the table, raising your eyes to see Kindaichi giving you a small wave.

"Ugh," you groaned to yourself as you quickly look back down. "Why does he have his hair down?" Your heart began to beat faster as he pulled out the seat in front of you and slumped into it.

When did he start becoming so attractive to you? You didn't bat an eye at him back when you were teenagers and saw him in the school hallways. Nor when you saw him again years later at the reunion when your best friend dragged you to it.

No. It started when this stupid guy had to show you just how stupidly sweet he was when he ran out of the building into the pouring rain just to give someone an umbrella. And here you were a couple of years later, still sticking around him with a stupid crush using any excuse you could to see him.

You told him about the two for one deal at the café.

Both your phone and tablet were out on the table and you busied yourself with your current drawing. "So what drink did you want?" you asked him.

When he didn't answer, you raised your eyes to see a scowl on his face, one that you rarely saw because he had always smiled around you.

"What is it?" you asked.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm drawing like I usually do," you replied, raising your brow.

"No, that's not what I meant."

Your eyes scanned the table but didn't see anything unusual. You had your phone out with a reference opened along with a half finished drawing you told a friend you'd work on.

"I'm just drawing?" you said, still unsure what he was getting at.

"But why do you need that?" he said, gesturing to the topless male model on your phone.

You scratched your head with the back of your stylus. "It's kind of hard to draw without a reference."

Somehow, his lips twisted even more as he crossed his arms and leaned back again his chair. His brows were furrowed and he intently stared at your tablet.

He bit his lip before muttering, "You know I play volleyball, right?"

"Yeah, of course I do."

"You know I play professionally, right?"

"Yes, Kindaichi. I was the first one to know that you made it on the team."

He pressed his lips together as he shifted his eyes to the café's menu posted on the wall, but you could tell from his gaze he wasn't actually reading it. You flinched when he vigorously ruffled his hair before crossing his arms again.

A thought passed through your brain.

Then your jaw dropped.

"You want me to use you as a reference."

"I never said that," Kindaichi quickly replied.

"Why are you getting defensive then?"

"N-No, I'm not," he stammered, his arms still crossed.

You tried to fix your lips in place, but its corners couldn't help but turn upwards. "Should I just ask Kunimi to be my reference then?"

"He doesn't even work out anymore."

"Maybe I should ask Iwaizumi then."

Kindaichi opened his mouth to protest, then closed it back shut. He probably still felt like he couldn't compare to his senpai, which you didn't understand at all.

By now, you couldn't hold back your grin because it even reached your eyes.

Getting up from your chair, phone in hand, you positioned yourself next to him.

Click.

"What are you doing?" he asked you as you stared at the cute creases between his brows.

You held up the picture of the two of you in your hand. "This is for reference."

"What?"

"I'm supposed to be drawing a cute couple next."

He narrowed his eyes at you, not quite understanding why you had said that.

You returned to your seat as if nothing had happened and picked up your stylus to pretend to resume with your drawing. You peeked up at him, watching him blink his eyes from disbelief before he placed his chin on his palm.

"Was I not obvious enough?" you wondered to yourself.

He drummed his fingers on the table as he gave you a smirk.

"Wanna go watch a movie like a cute couple this weekend?"

*****

I hope you enjoyed it! (Even though it's shorter than what I usually write.) Thank you Anny for being my excuse to finally write a fic for Kindaichi! :D

(This ended up being another artist!reader who needed a reference again, but I was inspired. The other one is my Atsumu one but the ship dynamics are very different from this one lol.)

Go check out @annypuff's blog!

[angelwalker]

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 — 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐊.

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 :: gender neutral 

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :: shouldn’t be any

𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 :: wrote this late at night bc I couldn’t sleep. I was also going through pretty heavy brainrot so- also this is quite short. like under 300 words. 

@mysterystarz​ — ah I do hope that this makes you feel a bit better. you’re doing amazing <3

“You haven’t been sleeping well, have you my dear.” he said, brushing his thumb gently over the underside of your eye socket. Pressing his forehead against yours in a soft manner, he placed a soft peck in between the crease of your eyebrows.

“Would you like me to stay up with you till you fall asleep?” Akaashi murmured, smiling to himself as he felt you relax in his hold.

Humming a small tune, he traced small shapes on your arm and back, every bump or scar treated with love and no malice as Akaashi stared at you with an adoring gaze. Softly bumping his nose against yours, he let out a small chuckle before giving another soft kiss.

“You did so well (y/n). I’m so amazed at what you’ve done.” he sighed “I wish you would give yourself more credit for what you do as I can’t help but worry when you push yourself too far.”

Pulling you in closer, he felt the grasp of sleep slowly grabbing onto him as your warmth gave him comfort.

“I love you so much (y/n).” he mumbled out sleepily “More than there are words in every language.” giving a small yawn, he nuzzled his head closer.

“So believe me.. when I say, I’m proud of you.”

[angelwalker]

Tags: Angst (like a lot), Fluff (like a lot), Kaminari Denki x Reader (shoulder-length hair pls, tq), Binaural

Synopsis: You and Denki are childhood friends. When you were young, you two found this little meadow filled with wildflowers. Who'd thought your safe haven would bring back such painful feelings?

Word Count: 2812

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The meadow you both crouched on glowed a gold hue as your fingers grazed the soft petals of the tall wildflowers, its stems rubbing against your sides. You eyed how the soft colour dusted itself on the peach skin of the boy before you, his entranced gaze stuck on the yellow and black-coloured butterfly fluttering its wings on the white-coloured flower. You enjoyed the bright smile adorned on the innocent male as he saw the now flying butterfly dance in the pale blue sky.

When’s the last time you both did this? - just walking around this little haven you both found together a year back?

Your six-year-old self reflected on all the memories they made with the seven-year-old in front of them.

It all began here - this little prairie.

Your first friend, your first wound, your first fight, your first day-out; it all took place in this land of vast greenery dusted yellow by blackeyed susans, corn marigold and bird's-foot trefoil.

It is all thanks to the adventurous, little blonde boy in front of you.

“Why are you staring, Y/N?” Denki said, nudging you.

“Just looking at the flowers, that’s all.”

A good lie, Y/N - a skilful lie.

He looked at your finger, eyeing it. Soon your hands were in his, the soft pad of his fingers trailing on the small lines of your hands. Each crevice was examined by that soft gaze of his, playing with your soft skin. His finger stopped at the scar painted on the fleshy part of your palm, a sulk forming on his lips.

“Was this from that time I dared you to jump from that tree?” He asked, guilt laced in his whispers.

It was, but you didn’t want him to know.

“Don’t worry, Denks - it wasn’t from that dare,” you say as you take your hands away from his grip, “I picked up a rock and there was a sharp end and it cut through my skin.”

He pulled your hand back into his, stretching the skin around the scar. He tried looking for clues to make sure you weren’t lying, a stressed look evident on his face.

You chuckled, gripping the side of his cheek and pinching it.

He looked at your radiant smile and all his worries washed away.

He let go of your hand and gripped your cheek in his left hand. His thumb began to rub small circles on your cheek, admiring how you leaned into his touch.

He loved how you were so at peace and calm when you were with him. You had no qualms in wasting hours listening to his dreams and aspirations, intervening once in a while to expand on his little ideas.

But you - right now, like this - is his favourite of it all.

You looked like an angel, the light from the Sun lighting your soft skin. The flowers and the very ends of your hair softly swished against the wind, forming such beautiful scenery as he took in the view unravelling in front of him.

He wondered how those flowers would look against your fingers, your hair, your ears…

He wondered how you’d look dripping in flowers.

“Sit down.”

Denki eyed the ground beneath him, looking for flowers that reminded him of you. The softness you brought, the light mood you formed whenever you were around him, the warmth you radiated whenever you were with him - he kept it all in his head as he saw the flowerbeds filled with flowers of different species.

His eyes stopped at the Black-eyed Susans that swished with the wind.

He instantly grabbed handfuls of the dainty-looking flower, hoping he had enough for the idea he had in his head.

Using his long nails, he cut the stem of the flower right down in the middle. He split one of the sections again, making three strips out of a stem. He then slowly began to braid the stems together, weaving them into a long strip.

“Stick your ring finger out, Y/N.”

You let him wrap that small strap around your finger, a determined gaze focused on the base of it.

He then inserted the end of the weaved strip into a section of the strip, securing its shape.

He took the rest of the flowers he collected and put them in his pocket as he walked behind you.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Let me do this! I have an idea,” he said, happiness lacing his words.

In a huff of annoyance, you agreed.

He began to braid the two front pieces of your hair, slowly adding the flowers he collected. He made sure that the stems were hidden behind your luscious hair. Once he finished braiding them both, he brought them to the back of your head, tying them together with the hair tie on your wrist.

“Are you finally done?” You ask, turning to face him.

You stared at his eyes focused on you, a small blush dusting his cheeks.

Angel.

“Yeah. Thanks for letting me do this, Y/N,” he replied, covering his cheeks with his arm.

You looked like an angel to him. The way your eyes twinkled, your soft lips, your cute nose, your soft skin, your gaze - it was all so perfect to him.

“Y/N,” he started, “Promise me when we get older, we’ll marry each other?”

Your eyes widen as you quickly stand up in shock.

“The hell, Denki?!” You felt blood rushing to your cheeks, “You just can’t say that!”

“I think you’re the only one that can handle me - after all, you’re still here,” he says as he rubs his chin.

“Denki, life doesn’t work like that.”

“And you know how my life is going to work? Knowing me, I’d be single until I’m 23-years old if we don’t make this promise. I’d most probably have a sugar baby-”

“Stop,” you say, holding back your laughter, “Is that your plan if you don’t get into a relationship by 23?”

“...maybe.”

You began laughing, clutching onto your stomach as you stared at him.

“Stop laughing, okay!” he says, annoyed.

“Well, at least you have goals-”

“Y/N!” He says, hitting your back.

You take a deep breath as you recollect your thoughts.

Maybe a life with him won’t be so bad.

“If I can prevent you from thinking of being a sugar daddy that early in life, then sure; we can get married.”

He smiled, grabbing your hands.

“Thank you, Y/N!”

You both hold hands as you walk out of the meadow.

“I’m picturing you with a college girl at 65-year-”

“Stop.”

.

.

.

“You’re finally back!” said Denki as he jumped into your arms.

“Yeah, I am.”

You looked at the now pro-hero in your hands. You chuckled when you felt his small grip on the back of your loosely fit university hoodie. He pressed his head against your chest, nuzzling into the soft cotton. A small hum left his lips as you ruffled his blonde hair - signalling how comfortable he felt in your hands.

God, you missed him - it felt so wrong to leave him right after graduating from UA.

However, you have become a skilled inventor - no one could doubt that. Thanks to the guidance of David Shield, you’ve made your name in the inventing world. You came back to Mustafu to build your brand - hopefully alongside your childhood friend.

“So, Chargebolt,” you teased, “Congrats on getting into the top 10 of the Hero chart! I was shocked when I found out that you - of all people - got in.”

“Hey,” He hit the back of your head, “I’m a good hero, okay?”

“I sense favouritism but okay,” you teased again.

“Not very good of you as an up and coming inventor to tease a pro-hero.”

“So the friend label is gone? Understood, sir. Have a great day,” you say as you push him off of you.

“Fine, fine, fine. Come in.”

You walk into Denki’s new apartment and a flush of memories come.

You eyed the small pictures he hung on the wall, the little trinkets he kept on his coffee table and the way he arranged his kitchen. It all reminded you of his former home - the home near that little meadow.

You miss it - you both did.

You took out the little flower ring he made all those years ago and placed it in his hands.

“Remember this?” You ask.

“You kept it?” He said, smiling, “I can’t believe you did!”

“Yeah. I book-pressed it the minute I went back,” you say, chuckling, “Y’know, I still think about that little promise we made in that meadow from now and then.”

“What promise?”

You eyed the metal band around his ring finger.

He remembers - he definitely remembers. After all, he was the one who made you agree to it.

“You didn’t tell me we were having guests, Denki.”

Your eyes fell to Jirou walking out of a room and wrapping her arms around his waist from the back. She pressed her head against his neck, her hair brushing against it. He smiled, leaning into the newfound warmth she gave.

You saw the same metal ring around her left ring finger. The same gem, the same design, the same shape - everything.

“I forgot to tell you, didn’t I? I’m engaged to Jirou! - We’re getting married later this year.”

Of course, he forgot. It was just a simple promise you both made when you were kids. It meant nothing - nothing at all.

“I’m happy for you, Denki - I really am.”

You really were.

You are happy that he finally met someone who loved him despite seeing all his flaws.

You are happy Jirou managed to see what you saw in Denki - a loveable, amazing soul with a heart of gold.

You just wished you didn’t hold onto that promise.

You wish you threw away that rotting ring when you had the chance.

You wish you never went to that meadow.

You wish you never met Denki - not like that.

You wish you never fell in love with him.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Denki said as he hugged you again.

You don’t want him to hug you.

You wanted distance - you wanted to go back to I-Island.

You don’t want to be here.

You tried to pry Denki off of you, but you couldn’t - his grip on you was too strong.

“Denki, you’re choking me,” you say whilst fake-laughing.

You looked at Jirou who smiled at his display of affection towards you.

She trusts you - she knows how much you mean to him.

You don’t deserve it - her trust is wasted on you.

You are in love with her future husband - the very person who is hugging you as tight as they can.

“Denki, they look so uncomfortable - get off,” she said, patting her shoulder.

You want to get out of here.

You need to.

“I think I’ll head to my hotel room, Denks,” you say as you grab your bags.

“But-”

“Denki,” you say as you push him off of you angrily, “I need to go, ok?”

You look at his torn expression and guilt hits you.

But it was his fault - all of this was.

He isn’t meant to cry - you are.

And here he is, tearing just at the sight of your angry expression.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Did something happen? You seemed okay when you came earlier…”

Stop crying, Denki.

“There’s nothing wrong, Kaminari. I just need to check into my hotel room, that’s all.”

Kaminari.

“Do you want me to drive you there? I-”

“It’s okay, Kaminari. I’ll get a cab.”

Kaminari.

“Y/N, we’re good, right?”

“Why would you think we aren’t, Kaminari?”

Kaminari.

You walked out of their apartment, tears trailing down your eyes.

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.

You stood in the meadow you met Kaminari, eyes closed. You took in the fresh air brushing against your skin as the smell of fresh flowers invades your nose. Your now long hair felt weightless as the wind lifted it, giving you wings.

“How do I look, Y/N?”

You stared at Denki in his black tux and smiled.

He looked amazing, as usual.

His skin looked amazing against the obsidian-coloured suit. The sunlight hit his skin so well it looked like it was glowing. His hair was tousled, giving you a full view of his undercut. You chuckled when you saw the black streak of his hair hidden under his natural yellow hair - it looked as if he was trying to hide his foolish mistakes when he was a kid. You looked at his small piercing now adorned with a purple gem, reminding you of his fiance.

He’s finally getting married.

He’s getting married in the meadow where you both spent your younger years.

He’s getting married to someone else in the meadow where you both spent your younger years.

“You look good, Kaminari.”

“Why are you calling me Kaminari? Call me Denki.”

“I can’t, Kaminari.”

It would bring back too many memories.

Painful memories.

“I don’t know why you can’t, though?”

“It doesn’t feel right…”

“You’ve been calling me Denki or Denks ever since we were kids, Y/N! Hearing you call me Kaminari sounds wrong…”

“Leave it, Kaminari,” you say, hiding your feelings behind a laugh.

“No, I won’t. Call me Denks, Y/N.”

Stop.

“Later, Kaminari.”

“Not Kaminari - Denki.”

Stop.

“I promise I’ll call you that later, now go get ready.”

“I am not leaving until you call me Denki.”

Stop.

“Kaminari, just go.”

“I don’t know why you stopped calling me Denki ever since you saw Jirou that day - it doesn’t make sense. You were my first friend that called me Denks, you made that nickname - Why are you calling me by the nickname you made?”

Stop talking about it, please.

“Please, Kaminari - let it go.”

He grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him.

“I won’t until you tell me why. Did I do something wrong? Just tell me, Y/N. You know I won’t hate you no matter what happens.”

“Just drop it, ok?” You say, anger lacing your words.

“Oh my god, Y/N! Just tell me-”

“Fine.”

You forced your wrist out of his grip, making him fall on the couch.

“You wanna know why? It’s because I thought you remembered the promise we made as kids. I hoped you felt the way I did about it; I hoped you knew why I never got into a relationship.”

You gripped your phone tightly, not wanting to lash out at him anymore.

Why did you do that? Why today?

He’s supposed to be happy today.

“What promise, Y/N?”

A dark smile graced your lips.

What were you thinking? Shouting at him won’t make him remember.

Tears began to fall from your eyes as you lifted your face to see his worried face.

“It’s okay, Kaminari - don’t worry about it.”

“How can I not? You’re crying in front of me,” he said, tears forming in his eyes, “You weren’t meant to cry today.”

You weren’t either, Denki.

He got off the couch and began to hug you tightly. He pressed your head against his shoulder as he rubbed your back.

“Please don’t cry, Y/N.”

You gently push Denki and cup his face in your hands. You rub the tears from his eyes as he pressed his cheek onto your left hand.

“You okay, Denks?”

Just for today, you’ll give what he wants.

Just today.

“There it is!” He said, jumping on you, “Don’t you dare call me anything but Denks again.”

“Mhmm.”

You hugged him one last time before heading to your seat, waiting for the ceremony to commence.

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.

.

You saw how happy he stood at the altar with Kirishima by his side. You chuckled as you looked at the small banter happening between the two of them, pissing off the priest slightly. Bakugo snapped at the two of them very often, telling them to keep quiet.

Still the mother of the group.

Soon after, Jirou walked in.

She wore a white dress that tugged on her amazing figure, surrounded by lace. Dandelions surrounded her, flying in the air, encasing her in pure beauty. They danced around her as her orchestra of young kids sang and played instruments for her.

You saw how tears formed in both of their eyes as they stared at each other.

Tears of joy encapsulating how much they’ve dreamed of this moment.

While yours that showed joy hid everlasting longing.

You feel cheated - not by Denki, but the black-eyed Susans that tickled your feet.

You feel cheated by the black-eyed Susans that cleared a path for Jirou to meet her beloved.

You feel cheated by the black-eyed Susans Denki used when he was young to make you that damn ring.

Your tears watered the devilish flowers painted yellow and black that stood beneath you, taking in your pain as a drug.

[angelwalker]

Laundry Days - Aran x f!reader

Summary: Three times you picked up his underwear and one time you missed doing it.

Genres, other tags: fluff, slice of life, humour, meet cute, domestic fluff, not suggestive lol, married under 25, neighbours to married lovers ;)

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: manga spoiler

This is for @neoheros & @coophi's 2021 Summer Haikyuu!! Writing contest. (Okay I'm pretty shy at first so it feels a little scary to tag you two but here's my piece.) I was going for the married under 25 prompt but ended up doing neighbours to lovers too. :D

Don't mind me spreading the underrated characters agenda as well. lol.

*****

A few articles of clothing spilled out of the dryer and into your feet. Oops. Your neighbour must have forgotten them. You should've checked first.

Your own damp clothes sat inside the washing machine next to it, waiting for their turn to enter the dryer. It wasn't possible now.

You sighed, retrieving the phone from your pocket and scrolling until you saw the name of the neighbour who lived a floor below you.

Ojiro Aran.

You were sure this was the right person after a second look at your texting history. Who'd bring the garbage to the curb, where the lawnmower was kept, and keeping the duplex's stairway clear were some of the conversations you had with him.

You had yet to meet the guy, but he seemed amicable enough.

After shooting him a text, you thought to give him a call instead. Perhaps he'd think a phone call was strange. However, your clothes were damp and you shouldn't leave them for long. Was he even home?

You sighed. Crouched down, you returned the clothes on the floor back into the machine. A scarf, several socks, and a knit hat made their way back inside. But what was this?

Underwear. Men's underwear.

You scrunched your nose as you lifted it from the cold, tile floor. Was that a hole in it?

Click.

"Sorry I just saw your text!" a tall, dark-skinned man blurted out as soon as the door was unlocked.

"Oh! It's alright! I only texted you a few minutes ago!" you quickly explained, waving your hands in front of you.

You shouldn't have done that. The underwear was hanging from your hand.

"Ummm…" Aran scratched his cheek, eyes retreating from you.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry!" you spat out, tossing the incriminating object to him. "It just fell out of the dryer when I opened it so I went to pick it up!"

Once in his hands, he recognized it as the one with the seam coming undone. "I… umm… should probably have thrown this one out."

"Umm… yeah… you probably should." Those words slipped off your tongue before you could catch them.

"I- I guess I'll go now," Aran said hastily.

He shut the door.

You let out a breath. That was awkward. Heat continued to linger in your body and you weren't sure who was more embarrassed by the encounter.

Wait. His clothes were still in the dryer. Did you dare ask him back?

The door slowly creaked open and Aran peeked his head into the room.

"I forgot something, didn't I?" Aran sheepishly asked.

"Yeah." The corners of your mouth lifted into a smile. "Yeah, you did."

"I'm Aran by the way."

"Y/n."

You never thought this would be how you'd meet your future husband.

*****

The office chair in your apartment was a comfortable spot for folding clothes. The webcam caught your face as you chatted with Aran whose image filled the monitor.

You smiled. Your husband was winding down after a long day with the team and decided to check up on you.

"I'm alright," you told Aran. "I miss you though."

"I literally just saw you yesterday!" he said. "I miss you too."

After that fateful yet awkward encounter with him in that laundry room two years ago, you had run into each other more frequently at the front doors of your duplex. Your classes ended at similar times four out of your five school days. You were surprised he even started a conversation with you. You wouldn't have been able to bear the embarrassment. Fast forward to a confession, a kiss and a rock-embedded ring, and you got a small, snowy wedding during winter break.

It was back to the books for you now, and you dreaded it. Chores seemed much better, easier. Plus doing them for your newly-wedded husband? You got giddy about that.

You quirked your brow, lifting a familiar piece of clothing from the basket.

"Hey, I thought you threw this one out," you mentioned to Aran, dangling his underwear in front of the camera.

"I did! That's, uh, probably a different one."

"Just how old are these?"

"Hey! Wait a moment! Are you folding clothes?"

You avoided the eyes on the screen. "Maybe."

"You have your paper due in a few days! I told you I was going to do it after flying back home."

"I know…"

Aran's eyes narrowed at you, a trademark expression of his. "You're procrastinating again, aren't you?" His tone implied disapproval.

"But I'm still being productive!"

"Y/n…"

"Okay, okay. I'll stop." Your foot pushed the basket away, sliding it across the floor. Maybe you could fold them after you hung up.

Aran must have read your mind. "Show me what the laundry bin looks like."

You groaned. He saw right through you. Complying, you removed the clipped webcam off the monitor and directed it at the pile of unfolded clothes.

"It better be like that when I get home."

"Alright," you said with a pout.

"Love you."

"Love you too."

Must he stop you from doing chores? They were a simple reminder you were married to him, as if the gold on your finger wasn't enough to show you.

You were his wife.

A smile snuck into your lips whenever that thought crossed your mind. The honeymoon phase was a peculiar, strange, lovely stage.

Yet it was fleeting.

*****

You groaned as you stood in the middle of the bathroom. Aran's white track pants hung off the counter, the red t-shirt he got for free from first year college laid on top, and of course his underwear, which likely went through hundreds of washes, remained on the floor.

Great.

You rubbed your temples, your headache getting worse by the minute. It was Saturday morning, and Aran, who was nowhere to be seen, had left his mess behind.

I'll clean it up later, he would tell you. You knew his mother had spoiled him, always picking up after him. You understood why he was like this, but why couldn't he just start doing it now?

"Do you have this problem?" you asked your friend through your wireless headset.

"What problem?" she asked.

"Does your husband always leave laundry around on the floor?" You pinched the bridge of your nose. "Aran never picks up after himself."

She laughed. You weren't sure if it was because you were a young, amateur wife or if she understood all too well.

Knowing her, probably a bit of both.

"Okay two things."

You listened.

"One, don't say always or never. That's lying."

"I'm not lying," you snapped back at her. You began to regret asking her.

"Are you sure he never picks it up and always leaves it on the floor?"

You left no comment.

"Exactly."

"Okay fine, but that still doesn't solve the problem. If only he just did it, it would solve everything–"

"Number two," she interrupted.

You groaned at her and she gave an amused snort in return.

"If you weren't picking up his underwear, it means he's dead."

You were aghast.

"You know I'm right."

Still aghast.

"What? No husband, no mess."

"I can't believe I asked you for advice."

"But it's true."

"Ugh," was all you could utter. She had several years more of marriage experience than you, yet you didn't want to acknowledge it.

You hung up the phone after you finished deciding today's outing with her, but you hadn't addressed the issue in front of you. Your head throbbed again.

Sighing, you picked up the underwear.

A few minutes later, the front door opened and you dipped your head into the hallway. Aran shuffled grocery bags through the door and into the kitchen. He yawned, placing the milk, eggs, and other items into the fridge.

A familiar coffee brand peeked out of a bag on the floor. Right. You didn't have your coffee yet because there wasn't any left.

You wrapped your arms around Aran and relaxed against his broad back.

"I can't put the food away like this," he said with a chuckle.

"You left your clothes in the bathroom again."

"Oh shoot!" He dropped a bag and started towards the bathroom but you tightened your grip on him.

"I put them away already," you told him. His body relaxed and he caressed your arm around his waist.

The honeymoon phase was a fleeting phase, novel tasks turned mundane, but your love for him grew deeper still.

*****

Aran was away again, this time at Tokyo in preparation for the Olympics. He eagerly called you during breaks, wishing to see his favourite person – although your hands were full as well.

"I miss you," he told you, his smile displayed on the screen.

"And I miss picking up your underwear," you told him with a smirk.

Like clockwork, he narrowed his eyes at you with a comeback. "Why don't you say you miss me like a normal person?"

"Because I'm your wife. I'm special," you told him as he rolled his eyes. "I wish I could be there though."

"You wouldn't be able to spend that much time with me anyway," he said. "Besides, one of us needs to stay home."

"I know." You smiled.

"I gotta go," he said as Atsumu yelled in the background. Aran blew a kiss at you.

You snorted. How cheesy. You returned the kiss anyway.

Hearing a mischievous squeal behind you, you told him, "I gotta go too."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

After you hung up, you turned around and sighed. A soggy wet diaper sagged on the floor and the little guy jumping in the crib giggled at you as if he did the funniest thing in the world.

You rolled your eyes and smiled before picking up the diaper.

"Alright kid. Let's put a diaper back on you and wash your sheets."

*****

I hope you liked it. This is a little different from what I usually write but I hope you still enjoyed it!

I blame Aran's current concern for giving me this idea along with the person who suggested I write Aran fluff. (As well as the seasoned wife I know who told her husband, "If I wasn't picking up your underwear, it means you're dead." lolll.)

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There was a time when the world of the supernatural was one of peace and harmony.

Magia, the realm of magic and the supernatural being, was one filled with mysteries and beauty.

Plants would dance to the rhythm made by the woodland creatures. Fairies and elves would sing songs in praise of the wondrous views and people who nurtured the lands and made it the beauty it was today.

Mermaids and the life under the wide oceans and seas shared the riches of the water with those on land to make both worlds something to gaze upon.

Yet, it all changed when humans found something within them.

Greed and Pride - the recipe to the fall of Magia.

Now, the land of the supernatural isn’t like the ones stated in fairy tales and stories by the Grimm Brothers of Hans Christen Andersen.

It is one where sins are not shunned but encouraged.

Kings and queens interfere with the peace once built by the people to become one of villainy and devilish intentions - pillaging and conquering lands to become stronger and “better”.

The ones labelled “magical” or “not human” were either killed or hidden far away, never to be seen once again.

You were born into this - this world filled with anguish and pain.

You were born to be on the top of the food chain - to rule a twisted and dark country: Thelphs.

“Y/N, don’t writhe in pain. You are next-in-line for the throne - a simple wound like this should not make you fall.”

“Y/N, a leader never hides away from death - they face it and make it their weapon.”

“Hold your sword higher! You need the correct angle to slice through someone cleanly!”

“Do not taint the name of Thelphs, young one - death is not the thing you should be worried of but me.”

“If you don’t win, you are no longer my kin.”

Your father’s words rang in your head as you reached the land of Aldis - the land that never fell to the wants of humanity and shunned it.

Aldis protected the supernatural world. They were the ones who held onto the desire to make Magia what it was many, many years ago.

It was known for the beauty it held - the flowers were said to sing songs every day and every night and the mountains shook the ground once a month to say thank you to their valiant effort in protecting what the world of Magia should be.

And yet here you are; leading a line of men wielding swords and cannons aplenty to kill the very thing the world should be.

“Onward,” you shouted as you and your man marched down the stone roads of Aldis, “Fight, my people - fight for Thelphs, fight for your King!”

You pulled the sword sheathed in your belt and pointed towards the land before you. Soon, an uproar formed from the men behind you as you all marched towards the lines of houses.

You begged your humanity to hide as you wielded the weapon in your hand and slashed through hundreds of innocent people.

You begged your ears to close just for a few hours so that the screams of children could not enter as you pillaged their homes, reaping all their goods.

You felt the ground shake below you, trying its best to stop you from killing any more living things, yet you couldn’t.

A haze formed in front of your eyes, hiding all of your caring sides. You could only feel bloodlust - the need to slaughter and to feel the blood of others on you.

It was no use. Your feet, despite being on a moving floor, were still holding on to the ground, The grip you hand on your sword didn’t loosen and tightened.

If you were meant to be a machine designed to kill, you needed to carry out your job properly to ensure you aren’t thrown away.

The fairies soon came to attack you and your men, but you couldn’t kill it.

It was the first time you saw one that had magical abilities. The beauty it held entranced you.

Their wings were translucent. The light that hit it would change colour thanks to the dust that left its wings, forming somewhat of a halo around them. Their hair reached the very bottom of their legs. It swished back and forth as they flew towards you.

A pang was felt in your heart when you remembered your father’s words.

He said the fairies were ones who never cared about humans and instead mooch humans to live.

They were pests that needed to be killed, according to him.

But they are fighting alongside humans right now to protect their homes.

It was clear your father’s words were far from the truth, yet you needed to follow his wants, his needs.

You begged your limbs to move on their own so that you didn’t feel the piles of flesh go through your blade.

But you couldn’t.

You had to stay conscious through all the pain and misery you were giving to those who didn’t even deserve it.

The mixture of both human and fairy blood soaked your inner shirt, forever staining it.

The once grey tiles that covered the floor of Aldis now are forever painted red, and it was thanks to your orders.

You walked through the mountains of bodies, the blood streaming from them staining your shoes.

This was your fault.

This was all your fault.

You looked up to the sky, praying for the rain to fall and wash away your sins, but you could only see the clear, blue sky staring back at you. The clouds moved slowly through the pale blue background midst hiding the Sun’s blinding light away from you.

Semi, your commander soon stood beside you.

“My liege-”

“I killed them - I killed angel-like fairies. I killed humans, I made the ground shake - literally - and I killed the first-ever fairy I have seen. How did my father do this and still walk around Thelphs with no regrets?”

“Y/N...” Semi said, trying to console you.

But you could only laugh.

This.

This is what it means to be human- to kill those who don’t deserve to be killed.

“I can’t handle this anymore, Semi. I want to end this - all of this - so badly, yet I can’t even fight my own father.”

You turned your face to look at your childhood friend.

He too felt the same way you did - his eyes said everything.

Behind the coffee-coloured eyes hid guilt, sorrow and pain.

His face filled with the dust and smoke from the bombs that your men slung to this land. Yet, some streaks were starting from his eyes to the ends of his chin that were clean. Blood dripped from the top of his forehead down to his lips, leaving half of his face coloured in crimson.

Your thoughts rang clearly after looking at the man before you.

It was no longer about wanting to end it, you had to.

You placed your hand on his shoulder, “I will end this, Semi - this unneeded suffering and killings - I’ll end it all.”

He gave a teary smile to you. “Please, Y/N. I don’t think I can do this until I die.”

You pulled a handkerchief you kept in your pocket and proceeded to wipe the blood off his face.

“I can’t, too. This guilt,” you shook slightly, tears threatening to fall, “This guilt is too much to bear.”

He raised his hand and wiped off the tears.

“My liege, you need to be strong. We’re going to face the people we’ve committed countless sins against. Impersonate the devil - be the evil person you aren’t to protect the name of Thelphs.”

He took the blood-soaked handkerchief from your hand and threw it to the floor, “After all, what but devils would do what we did?”

Your heart broke at the words muttered by the man before you.

He was the furthest thing from a devil.

He was the man who comforted you when you were crying.

He was the man who took your pain and gave you nothing but light and joy.

Yet he stood in front of you - covered in blood both his and others with a strong resolve.

You stared at him, anger flaring in your orbs.

“You are the furthest thing from a devil, Semi Eita. But, we are controlled by one. Innocent ones like you should have never fallen into his tricks.”

He was taken aback by what you said. Tears soon fell from his eyes, sobs that he hid from you all these years came flowing like an endless howl.

He placed his head against the corner of your neck. Your shirt slowly began taking in his tears as they trickled down your neck.

You wrapped your arms around his figure. It was your time to comfort him.

Once he stopped crying, he wiped his tears and gripped your shoulders. “We need to go to the riverbank now.”

You nodded and let Semi lead you to the body of water.

You saw how the people tried to protect themselves from your men. They formed a circle with the younger ones in the middle. The ones on the circumference of the circle gripped on their small blades as they threatened your armoured soldiers.

They cared for each other.

The strong wanted to protect the weak; they were willing to sacrifice their lives so that the legacy of Aldis lived on through the young.

“Bring out the carriages,” you told your men. They immediately nodded and proceeded to follow the orders issued.

You turned to the people you’ve captured. A smile managed to reach your lips as they looked at your figure with fear.

“I do not wish any harm on you. We’re just going to make all of you line up and bring you to Thelphs - that is it,” you finished.

Most of them nodded in fear, yet there was one who refused to listen.

His hands had burned aplenty, instantly telling you that he was an ironsmith. He wasn’t rich - the clothes he wore were tattered, many of the holes were formed through his hours in iron crafting, presumably. Yet, you didn’t doubt his skill in fighting. The way he held the sword spoke more than words. The way his fingers comfortably wrapped around the leather handle made you feel some sort of pride within.

He was a person of valour and determination.

In almost seconds, he lunged in your direction.

You didn’t want to take out your sword. It felt like the man needed to hurt you in some way to make himself feel relaxed.

You gripped on the handle of your sword but didn’t have the heart to pull it out of your sheath.

You closed your eyes, waiting for the small tip of the blade to pierce through your skin. You wanted to feel your skin tear from the man’s undying resolve.

But it never came.

Instead, you heard the clashing of metal against metal.

Semi had rushed to protect you using his shield.

He stared at you, anger visible in his eyes.

“You made me a promise, Y/N. Don’t you dare take the easy way out.”

You could only smile and nod at the ash grey-haired male in front of you.

You teared your gaze from Semi to the man before you.

The disappointment and vengeance in him began to grow. The flame he once held within grew into a blazing fire.

“Why? Why attack us?” he began.

“We did nothing to you. We protected ourselves and helped others who needed us. We never bothered Thelphs - not even once, so why?”

You couldn’t reply - your morals would’ve gotten the best of you.

“Chain them all to each other - take all their weapons or anything sharp. We’re going back to Thelphs as winners, we don’t need the scars to prove it.”

You heard the roars of the men who stood before you. In their eyes, they believed all they’ve done is for the betterment of the world you all lived in.

But you knew what hid behind the tapestry that was woven by your father - destruction.

You bit your lip, not wanting to ruin the cheerful moment your men were having - all you could do was stare at Semi and let your eyes speak of all the pain you were feeling.

From afar, you heard a howl that woke up your numb senses.

Werewolves.

Joy graced the victims of your purge.

Their saviours came, ready to vanquish you and your men.

“They said the future leader of Thelphs was one ruthless and evil miscreant, yet they seem awfully sad for someone who led their troops to glory,” a werewolf said as he emerged from the bush beside you, “They do have a heart, after all.”

You stopped the minute you saw the male that now stood before you.

His red hair framed his sharp-jawed face. His obsidian eyes stared you down, a passion forming within the two of you. His olive skin gleamed under the soft light of the Sun. As he moved, you saw the scars painted on his skin - slashes made by swords and vicious beasts shifted in variations of his peach skin.

The ends of his lips raised as his eyes raised up and down, taking you in slowly.

“Mine.”

He rushed to you, his hand finding its place around your throat. He gripped softly, but strong enough to keep your soldiers on alert.

“Stand back!” you said, urging them to move back.

“Oh? - So my mate actually does care for me, don’t they?” He said, his mouth reaching the base of your neck, “How sweet of you, my love.”

Mate?

“State your business here, werewolf.”

“Well, in the beginning, it was to help the people you’ve captured,” his hand travelled to your waist, pulling you in, “But I think my prey has changed.”

You tried to pry yourself off of him, but you knew, deep inside, you wanted to pull him closer. You wanted to throw the troubles you had, all the roles you were born to play, to cast away the men who viciously fought under your order - all of that, just for a male you have just gazed upon.

The pull, the connection - it was instant. It was present, unrivalled.

Its wants and needs rang so clearly in your head.

But you had a promise to Semi - to the country you loved.

“Let go of me, wolf.”

“You don’t mean that love,” he said as he placed his head in the crook of your neck, “You want me just as much as I want you.”

He placed his hand on your cheek and you instinctively melted into the soft touch of his.

“Look at that,” he whispered, “You have already felt it, too - you know you can’t look back.”

“I can’t just give it up,” you tear.

“Then change it. I’ll stand behind you - change your homeland to what it was; a beacon of hope and freedom,” he smiled as your eyes softened, “This connection has to be proof that you were meant to be the change Thelphs needs, Y/N.”

You stare at his black eyes - more specifically the brown flecks that danced within them. They sang of nothing but determination and want - he wanted you, but he knew you had a want to change your homeland. He knew it all - just by a few minutes of just glancing at you.

He kissed your cheek, warmth spreading by that small action.

Your thoughts ran clear, the blinds holding back your judgement drawn.

“No.”

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A Glimpse of Yellow: Suna x f!reader - Chapter 9

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Relationships: Suna x f!reader, mostly platonic!Inarizaki x f!reader (the relationships in the tags could be platonic or romantic :) )

Summary:

When the twins assumed you were dating Suna, he went along with it and you had no idea why.

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Despite being Atsumu’s best friend, you barely knew his aloof and nonchalant teammate. Suna only made the occasional comment on the twins’ antics when you were around.

So when you needed a way to escape from the twins’ interrogations –including one about your longtime crush because you were definitely over him– Suna offered to walk with you after school to provide a way out. This raised a few eyebrows including yours.

Things got even stranger when the twins assumed you were dating Suna. And for some reason, he went along with it.

Genre, etc.: fluff, romance, friendship, getting together, fake dating, slow burn, acquaintances to friends to lovers, canon compliant, eventual angst but it’s the shoujo type

Words: 2.0k

*****

You bit your lip as your eyes darted around the classroom. Students shuffled from their desks, milling around the room before streaming into the hallway. You let out a breath when you saw Suna still at his desk, chatting with Osamu.

"I shouldn't be your boyfriend."

Your shoulders sagged as you remembered Suna's words. Why did he say that? Surely he only meant that you should stop pretending to date. You continued to remind yourself of this, but the knot in your stomach was stubborn; it didn't want to go away.

You knew that there wasn't any point to continuing this charade. You had already resolved things with Atsumu, so you didn't need Suna's help any more. But why did he have to say it like that? Otherwise, you would've given the gift to him that very day.

Things had also gotten busier for the both of you. Tests seemed to come all around the same time and both of your teams were getting ready for the preliminaries. Despite that, you had often tried to catch him after classes only to glance to your left and see an empty desk.

You felt as if there was a rift between the two of you, one that made its way unnoticed. Was pretending to date the only thing holding the two of you together? Was that all your relationship amounted to?

You shrugged off those thoughts, telling yourself they weren't true. The two of you had fun together, playing volleyball, grabbing after school snacks, watching videos together on his phone, and listening to his latest playlist. You gripped your yellow gift bag once again and glanced at Suna's desk.

Osamu's eyes perked up when he saw yours longing after Suna. "I think Y/n wants to talk to you," he said with a smirk. "Don't take too long and have Kita mark you as late." He gave Suna a nudge before he left the classroom.

You took a few steps and stood beside his desk, fidgeting with the edge of your uniform.

"Hey," you told him, taking small glances at him.

"Hey," Suna said. He didn't look up at you, busying himself with packing his belonging.

"How have you been?" you asked softly. You bit your tongue once you heard your own words. "Why did you say it like that?" you scolded yourself. "Now it sounds like you haven't seen each other in years."

Suna stopped putting his textbook into his bag but didn't give an answer either. He let out a sigh before saying, "I'm alright."

"Oh." You lowered your eyes and stared at his desk. "That's good to hear." Shifting your weight, you asked, "So you got practice today?"

"Yeah." Suna didn't add anything else.

You frowned as you took a peek at his face. "Why is this so hard? It feels as if I'm starting from scratch again… Back to when he was just another guy on the boys' volleyball team."

Ding.

You had a notification on your phone. It was from Suna. You raised your brow at him and he held up his phone prompting you to check his message.

"Pfft." It was a picture of Atsumu yelling at Osamu while his hair and clothes were drenched in water.

"That happened last year," Suna told you. "Atsumu had kept complaining that it was too hot."

You snorted out a laugh, surprised that Suna had caught this on camera. You wished you had thought to capture moments like these as well.

"You can use this as blackmail if you want," Suna added nonchalantly. "I haven't posted that one yet." He took a quick glance at your smile before putting the textbook in his bag.

His shoulders hung as he stared into his bag. "Did you–" Suna stopped mid-sentence and turned his head away from you. He shrugged his bag onto his shoulder. "I should get going."

Before he could leave, you snatched his hand. You didn't want him to go yet – not when you haven't talked to him in so long.

But at first contact, he yanked his hand out of yours.

You both froze. Suna widened his eyes while your hands were still suspended in front of you. His mouth opened slightly as if he was going to say something but he instead bit his lip and clenched his hand.

He left the room.

The pit in your stomach deepened and strength left your arms. You bit your lip to steel your expression. There were too many people around.

What had just happened?

*****

Bump. Set.

The team started off with a few drills to warm up, peppering being one of them. Suna stood several feet away from Atsumu as they took turns receiving, tossing and spiking the ball to each other. He could hear his teammates calling for the ball as they practiced with their partners.

His eyes lit up after taking a glance at the stands.

Spike.

"Suna!"

Atsumu noticed that he wasn't watching the ball but it was too late because his arm was already in the middle of its swing. The ball hit Suna's head and went towards the wall to the side.

Atsumu froze, not knowing how to react. Kita and Ginjima had also witnessed the hit, being right next to them.

Suna blinked a couple of times as they stared at him. "I'm alright," he said. "It wasn't that hard anyway."

"Pfft.” Ginjima couldn't help but laugh.

Atsumu grimaced at him. "We're just warming up!" he yelled, directing his index finger at Ginjima. "Of course I didn't hit it that hard!" When he didn't stop laughing, Atsumu snapped. "I'll spike your head off the next time I serve at you!"

Suna's lips faked a smile, but even that disappeared as he stared blankly at the gym floor. He thought he had seen you in the stands. You weren't coming; he had stopped himself from asking you.

He had never thought to invite you before because you would often see each other during your walks together. But now that he had decided to stop, his eyes often scanned the stands.

He sighed because he recognized this feeling, recalling his last middle school tournament. She never showed up. But this was different. You never came to watch in the first place, yet this somehow felt worse. Was it possible to miss something that never happened?

Suna went to pick up the stray ball when Aran entered his peripheral as he practiced with Osamu. He shifted his eyes away before taking a slow pace back to Atsumu.

You went over to Aran's house often. You even befriended his brother. That didn't surprise Suna but it had left a sour taste in his mouth the day he saw you chatting with Aran.

He needed to get a hold of his feelings. It pained him to see your stunned face when he had pulled away from you. He had shared that photo of Atsumu with you to cheer you up only for his efforts to be in vain. He didn't want you to suffer from losing a friend because of his own feelings. He only needed some time to compose himself. Just a bit more time.

If he kept running into you, he didn't know what he'd do. He didn't want to find out.

*****

"Thank you very much!" you told the lady at the register as she handed you your chicken skewers. The paper bag holding them was smaller than usual. There were only two pieces today instead of four.

You had been studying in the school library for the upcoming test. You had no idea how you'd pass. Sighing, you knew this wasn't the time to be worrying about Suna either.

The sun had turned the sky orange and a passing train blocked your path. You smirked, remembering the last time you were stuck waiting for the train, but right now, it seemed like Suna was the one avoiding you.

It shocked you when Suna flinched and swiped his hand away. You didn't understand why he reacted that way. Did he want to make it clear that you weren't pretending to date anymore?

You felt knots in your stomach again. You didn't even know why he went along with that fake relationship in the first place. Was he bored and thought it would be fun to play along? Did he think you were a bother now? What if he was just trying to make someone else jealous. What if it was a dare.

You were doubting him. You felt horrible about it. He hadn't shown himself to be the kind of guy who'd treat you this way, but you couldn't think of any other explanation. Maybe you didn't really know him and viewed him through rose-coloured glasses.

You bit your lip as you rubbed your eye with the back of your fingers. What were you supposed to do now?

A familiar row of picnic tables came into your view. You weren't even walking in the right direction. But you noticed a purple bicycle and you raised your brow. You saw Karin wearing a yellow scrunchie in her hair as she swung her legs on the swing.

"And then my art teacher forgot to bring the…," Karin's voice trailed off but stopped when she noticed you weren't listening as you sat in the swing beside her. She dragged her feet in the sand to stop the momentum, and pulled out her phone, swiping her thumb.

"Y/n, look!" she said, holding her phone out to you. "Hana-chan showed me her hamster during Golden week. Isn't she cute?"

Any other day you would have been excited to watch the video with her. Instead, you gave her a weak smile to at least show you appreciated the effort.

"Hey. Maybe you should come over to my house!" she suggested. "Let me teach you something this time!" She nudged you with a smile.

"Is that alright?" you asked, not minding the distraction. "I don't want to impose."

"Of course it is!" she replied. "My mom loved it whenever I brought my friends over. They came over all the time! She'd be excited to meet you!"

After you told your mom about your plans, Karin clung onto your arm and marched you to her house.

"I'm home!" Karin announced as she opened the door. "I brought a friend!"

Her mom step out of the kitchen to greet you.

"I'm in the middle of a call right now," she told you and Karin as she covered the phone. "I'll properly greet you when I finish up here, but make yourself at home."

As you removed your shoes, you noticed a pair of heels with some men's shoes lying on their side. A gym bag flopped next to them. Looking up, a tall house plant hunched over at the bottom of the stairs and a pair of black socks didn't quite make its way up the steps. One hung off the edge of the staircase.

"We can wait upstairs in my room," Karin told you.

Once there, you didn't expect to see posters and posters of the same group of four boys plastered on her walls.

"I knew you liked them but it's a little different seeing it in person," you commented.

"But you know this guy right?" Karin said, pointing to the one with black hair on the poster. "He's the second lead in that drama right now!"

You squinted your eyes before smirking. He did look a little familiar.

"Where's the bathroom?" you asked Karin.

"It's right across the stairs."

As you made your way there, you passed by a bookshelf with a half-finished knitting project, a mug full of paint brushes, and a few small cardboard boxes. You also couldn't miss the large stuffed Hello Kitty beside the bathroom door.

You placed a hand on the knob when, to your left, you heard a door click open.

Turning to the sound, your heart soared and sank at the same time. You forgot how to breathe.

"Rintarou! Karin! Dinner's ready!"

*****

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Wildfires - Atsumu x f!reader

Summary: You're burned from last year's rumours, now fearing any hint of smoke. Yet you can't help, but fall for the childhood friend who's a balm to your wounds.

Genres, tropes, etc: angst with a satisfying and happy ending, angst to fluff, hurt/ comfort, exs to lovers (but not the usual kind), secret dating, drama and romance, but it's still somehow cute because that's just how I write lol

Warnings: false rumours about cheating and an illicit relationship, so it still technically mentions those things.

Words: 1.9k

Author's Notes: Hi Lia (@chimielie)! I'm your ☀️ anon. 🥰 You suggested exs to lovers and hurt/comfort for this prompt and it still technically is those things, but it's probably not what you expected.

If anyone is new to my blog and doesn't want to read angst, here's a cute fluff Atsumu x reader instead. :)

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"I hadn't realized you two were still together."

Not even the overworked fan's whirring can drown out the strained silence that follows.

"We're not."

The air is dry and sweat forms on your brow. With the sun beating down, it's the perfect combination for a wildfire.

Atsumu's chin sits on his fist as he avoids your gaze. Lowering your eyes, you stare at the wooden table.

"Did he still care?" you ask yourself.

~*~*~

Plaid skirts sway as two students peek into their new classroom, attempting to be discreet. You hear their whispers from a distance, waiting in front of your own classroom.

"Look! We get Kinjou-sensei this year!" one exclaims.

"Are you serious?" the other asks after letting out a gasp. "I don't know if that's a good thing or not. I might end up staring at his face all day."

"Maybe it'll help you pay attention," her friend snickers.

You clench your jaw as heat rises in your body. They're able to indulge in frivolous remarks, ignorant of how you're left scarred from one fleeting gesture, a tiny piece of kindling that ignited into uncontrollable flames.

Cool hands cover your ears from behind you. Your jaw relaxes and the tension dissipates from your shoulders. You turn around to see Atsumu wearing a scowl on his lips. Sighing as you cross your arms, you ask, "Atsumu, what are you doing?"

"Well if only there was a way to make 'em shut up," he replies with a sharp tone.

You lean away from him and swat his hands back. "You're too close," you tell him.

"Alright!" he says, holding his hands up in surrender. "I'll go!"

As he walks away, he crosses his thumb and index finger behind his back, forming a little heart. You smirk at his hidden gesture to you.

"I love you too, Atsumu," you silently tell him as a smile graces your lips. However, it vanishes like the mist in the sun when yet another person calls after him, someone he doesn't know.

You skirt around the other students, avoiding their path, and rush to your desk. There are too many dry leaves around; a single spark can burst everything into flames.

Why does everyone have to know Atsumu?

~*~*~

"I wish you could've been my partner for the project," you say.

Atsumu pours a glass of water and places it on the table in front of you. "You ended up with that new girl, right?" he mentions and you reply with a nod. "She should be safe to work with."

You're startled once again when you hear the chimes from the front door. A rattan room divider obstructs your view of it, but you hunch down anyway as you finally pick up your spoon.

Atsumu sits across from you, sharing something about his team. His eyes dim when he realizes you haven't been listening.

"This isn't working," he tells you. "I thought this restaurant would be better because people can't see us from here." He runs his fingers in his hair, a sign he's frustrated.

"I– I forgot people can still hear us," you say in a low voice.

Atsumu sighs. "Let's just watch a movie at my house," he says. "Osamu already knows anyway."

"You know we can't," you protest. "Not when Hana and Haku drop by so often. They're going to realize we're together."

"But how are we supposed to have any fun when you're so scared?"

"I–" You lower your gaze, eyes unfocused towards your untouched bowl of rice. "Sorry, Atsumu."

"It's not your fault," he reminds you yet again. This exchange has become all too familiar. "Maybe we should finally tell Hana and Haku what happened to you."

"And have them find out the guy in the rumours is their beloved brother?" You cross your arms over your chest and rub your hand on your sleeve. "I still want to be comfortable around them, Atsumu. Ignorance is bliss right?"

His mouth twists before a groan escapes from it. He slouches in his seat and stares at the food in front of you, which remains the way the waitress left it.

"Let's take the train to Tokyo next time," he mutters. "Nobody'll know us there."

Your eyes grow before looking up at Atsumu. "What?" you slowly enunciate just above a whisper. "Don't you know how expensive that is?"

He presses his lips together before sharing his next suggestion. "I know where 'Samu's secret stash of money is…"

You narrow your eyes at him. "No, we're not stealing from him to go on a date, Atsumu."

"Alright," he says, lowering his eyes and dropping his shoulders.

Seeing his expression, you offer another idea. "How about Osaka?" It's only one city away.

Atsumu's eyes light up, excited at the chance of finally getting to enjoy some time with you. Although your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes, you hope leaving the vicinity of last year's wildfires would be enough, for Atsumu's sake and yours.

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Your heart beats faster and your throat becomes dry. You weren't getting enough air.

"You're okay," you tell yourself. "She's not talking about you."

"Seriously! That happened at my old school," your project partner snickers as she recounts her story to you. "They even got the kiss on camera too! I felt so bad for her, but it's her own fault for cheating on him."

You begin to feel dizzy, catching a whiff of smoke from another victim's fire. Her words add fuel to a fire that cannot be stopped. Wildfires burn and burn, and are never satisfied until they run out of kindling.

"Oh! I've been meaning to ask. Are you dating Atsumu? The two of you seem really close!"

Your throat struggles to take control, attempting to keep your stomach down; it doesn't want to burn either.

They'll say you're cheating on Kinjou-sensei.

The tongue is a powerful weapon, causing destruction by those who are both untrained and ignorant as well as the truly malicious.

Your knees buckle as you pant for air, your grip weak on the knob. You need to get out.

Atsumu's figure is before you and you relax as he catches you. You never would have imagined that this guy would be your fleeting oasis.

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"Let's break up," you tell Atsumu.

You both knew this was coming, yet a bucket of icy water chilled to the bone regardless of whether or not it was expected. Speaking those words aloud shocked you back into reality.

You hesitated dating each other in the first place, but you couldn't help but caress his strong hands when he admitted his feelings for you. Growing up together in your group of five, he was by your side from snotty noses to acne breakouts.

You didn't expect to fall for the hot-head of your bunch when rumours of you dating Kinjou-sensei spread. Atsumu attempted to extinguish every flame he spotted, witnessing your anguish each time you got burned.

"Maybe we can still do this," you say, contradicting your previous words.

"And what? Have ya pass out again every time someone asks about us?" Atsumu protests. He lowers his eyes as he clutches your hand. "Do ya know how worried I was about ya?"

Your heart flutters for a moment before you remind yourself that you can't keep him, the boy who has been by your side for so long.

"Aghhhhh! This is so stupid!!! Why are we suffering because of this made up crap?! 'Kinjou-sensei' had put a bandaid on me a thousand times more than he did t' ya! But nobody gives a crap about that!"

"I'm sorry Atsumu."

"Why the heck are ya sorry?!" he says, raising his voice.

"I– If I was just strong enough... If I could withstand their stupid words"–your lip trembles–"maybe I wouldn't have to choose between you and having some peace."

There's another silence between the two of you. Your fingers are loosely intertwined together, barely holding the fragile string between the two of you, as if it were a wick that would combust and disappear in a split second.

"Maybe we should just run away," Atsumu mumbles aloud.

"What?"

"Ya know, transfer schools. Or even drop out if we need ta."

"Atsumu! You can't! We can't! You have volleyball! And I... this is the only school that gave me a scholarship."

"Agh! Why is this so frustrating?!"

"I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing, ya idiot! Ya did nothing wrong!" He presses and rubs his forehead with the heel of his palm. "I just… I wish I could do more for ya." His arm drops at his side. "I wish I didn't feel so useless."

Your tears drip down your face. Could they be counted any more? If only you didn't fear getting caught dating Atsumu, terrified that last year's fires would morph into a raging beast. But another wildfire would not only destroy you but also the man you loved. If only your sores healed by now, you could have shown off your boyfriend, disregarding any of the flames.

If only you were fireproof.

But you weren't and now you're forced to loosen your grip on Atsumu, the balm to your wounds, and let him fall out of your hands.

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"I hadn't realized you two were still together."

Not even the overworked fan's whirring can drown out the strained silence that follows.

"We're not."

It was three years since you talked to Atsumu, four since rumours first raged through the school. The two of you went through cycles of getting back together and breaking up again every time you learned that fear was still crippling you. Cutting off contact was the less painful option.

Years later, you're at a friend's cottage and Atsumu comes along without knowing you're here as well. Now that high school has come and gone, the smoke has dissipated and the fires have finished their course. You can finally breathe.

But does Atsumu still want you?

To anyone else, Atsumu is bored out of his mind, resting his chin on his fist. Nobody sees his thumb and finger forming a tiny heart.

Your heart flutters and you blink back tears. You attempt to hold back your growing grin, but you have no reason to hide it anymore.

You wrap your arms around him, almost causing him to topple off of his chair, Atsumu letting out a yelp. "What the heck are ya doing?"

You can finally release your feelings for him, openly and freely. The dam opens and waters rush to engulf him before you settle into his embrace.

"I love you too Atsumu," you tell him without a care in the world.

Osamu tells you he changed when you cut off contact. He desired to be a man, not wanting to feel so powerless, and poured himself into things he could do. It paid off.

"Did ya want to go somewhere together? I could even take ya all the way t' Rome if ya want."

The two of you hold each others' hands as the ocean's edge cools your feet. You lean against his shoulder, cherishing the moment that at one point seemed like an inaccessible dream.

You give him a peck on the cheek and smile. "Tokyo seems like a nice place for a date for now."

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I hope you enjoyed this fic. :) (And I hope you liked it Lia!!) I guess I can be poetic if I try. lol. I had a whole commentary written out for this fic, but I decided against posting it here and making my author's notes as long as the fic itself. 😂

If you enjoyed this fic, I don't really have any similar pieces of writing at the moment. The only one that's similar is the hurt/comfort Kunimi WIP I've put off writing for so long because I didn't think I could pull off this type of fic. (And also because I think only one person will read it.) The theme in that one is pity/pride because pitiful is Kunimi's most hated word.

Anyway, if you want to see my usual style of writing, I have a cute tooth-rotting fluff Atsumu x reader one-shot. I currently also have an ongoing fake dating chaptered Suna fic, which is probably my best planned fic with the hints and foreshadowing and a nice mix of humour, fluff and shoujo-type angst. :)

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Collab: This Magic Moment by @woahsamu

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Tags: Bokuto's POV, Bokuto x Violin Player! Reader, Binaural, Fluff

Synopsis: Bokuto saw you playing violin in the music room XD that's it XD

Word Count: 668

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I was just a boy who had a huge dream.

I just wanted the world - nothing more, nothing less.

I wanted to build a world where I was known worldwide - to be recognized for my honed skills and talents.

I wanted to stand above the rest and lead the volleyball industry to new heights.

I wanted to be a man worthy of all the efforts of my teachers and those before me.

That’s all that mattered to me when I registered at Fukurodani Academy. I had a vision - a goal in mind; to become a man worthy of my dream.

But that all changed when I saw you in that small music room.

I watched you hold that 4-stringed instrument with such poise. I always pictured a violin to be smooth thanks to its varnish. I remember passing by those music stores and watch how you could see your reflection against the dark meld of colours. Yet, your’s didn’t look like that at all. Your violin’s surface was patterned with woodgrain and absorbed light rather than reflecting it with its dark, enticing, mahogany colour. Its fine lines shifted against the bright light you stood under, its colour shifting from a darker to a lighter colour.

I eyed how you leaned your head against the black chinrest as your closed your eyes, humming to a soft melody. I saw how fingers moved when you ever-so softly pressed the strings of that maroon-coloured instrument, memorising how each touch felt. There was not even one sign of distress or anger on your face - you looked so at peace, so calm and serene.

I withheld the urge to sneak through the room and hear your soft hums. I could already picture your voice. The huskiness of it, the silky smooth sound, the perfect pitch - everything - I could already hear it in my ears.

As soon as your bow hit the strings, your posture changed from one of pure relaxation to one of pure focus. You didn’t even need to read the music sheets in front of you - you had the melody memorised in your head. Your body swayed back and forth, legs apart from each other as you placed just the right amount of force into your bow to let your violin sing.

And boy, it sang so well.

I didn’t know what song you were playing, but you conveyed your emotions so well - just by a few strokes and a few finger placements. I felt a warmth build in my heart just looking at you smiling as you played.

I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, trying to picture what you were picturing under those closed lids.

Was it fireworks painting themselves against the midnight sky, bursting in vibrant colours?

Or was it two playful kids enjoying each other’s presence as they wreaked havoc throughout the streets of their hometown?

Or was it two lovers watching videos of their memories together?

I looked at your fingertips once more, enjoying how fluid-like its motions were.

I wonder if they would be as soft as I picture them to be.

Would they be so soft and supple - just like your lips?

Or would they be coarse and rough thanks to your endless years of training?

Either way, I want them - I want to touch them.

I want to interlock your fingers in mine as we walk down the school halls.

I want to rub them as I try to relax you from our tiring day in school.

I want them to grip my cheeks as you pepper kisses all over my face, leaving me a blushing mess.

I want them to stroke my hair as I lay in your lap.

I want them to play with my cheeks as you hum the song you practised.

I want them to only touch me and that oh so elegant violin of yours.

But for now, all I can do is watch them touch those beautifully carved pieces of wood, wondering how they’d feel.

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OCursive Ink - Yamaguchi Tadashi

Collab: Pain Tolerance by @haikyutiehoe

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Tags: Yamaguchi's POV, Angst, Fluff, Yamaguchi x Tattoo Artist! Reader, Binaural

Synopsis: Love never really goes the way we plan it to be - and Yamaguchi was no exception. His failed confession to his former best friend left him heartbroken. However, his decision to go to a tattoo parlour may have been the best (and craziest) choice he's ever made in his life. (I also believe Yamaguchi is pansexual, so don't get so confused XD)

Word Count: 2552

A bit of context: In Japanese, 'Yama' means mountain, 'Tsuki' means the Moon

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“Yamaguchi, no,” Tsukishima said, pulling his hand away from my hand.

“Why are you lying to yourself? I know you feel the same way, Tsuki - don’t lie to yourself.”

“I don’t, Yamaguchi,” Tsukishima said, eyes turning cold, “I am not gay - I am a straight, heterosexual male. I love women and women only.”

Lies.

You are lying to me.

You are in love with me.

You are already mine, Tsuki - just wake up and see it.

I know you can.

what was that kiss under the tree when we were kids?” I whispered, not wanting my voice to break, “If you never loved me, why kiss me, Tsuki?”

“We both agreed that it was a mistake, didn’t we?” The blonde male said, anger rising, “We both agreed - not just me.”

I said yes - I know I did.

That doesn’t mean I meant it.

You know me, Tsuki - I’ll agree to everything you’ll say.

Why aren’t you realising it?

I’ve waited for so many years for you to ask me out, but you never did.

I’m here, right in front of you, asking you to be mine - just say yes.

I don’t want to wait anymore - it’s too painful.

“I lied, okay?!” I scream, “I loved you ever since we were kids, Tsuki. I want to be the one you come back to when you leave, the only one you kiss, the only one you hug, the only one you dream about - I want to be that to you. Is that so hard to believe?!”

I hugged myself, not wanting to break down anymore.

That small hug was the only thing stopping me from letting all hell break loose.

I had kept this in ever since I knew Tsuki - ever since he saw him in that park.

I knew everything about the tall male. The way he smiles, the way he hides his anger when he wants to be respectful, his secret love for dinosaurs, his soft side, his small quirks - I knew it all like the back of his hand.

I knew what he needed to be the middle blocker’s lover, and I was willing to sacrifice myself to be the best thing for Tsuki.

One thing was clear in my head; Tsuki felt the exact same way.

“Yamaguchi, I’m sorry. I don’t love you the way you want me to,” Tsukishima said, kneeling beside the green-haired male.

“I don’t believe that.”

I forced his lips on Tsukishima’s.

I closed my eyes, trying to memorise how the lines of his soft and pale lips felt on his - how it softly caressed my lips without even responding to the intimate kiss I was trying to initiate.

I felt Tsukishima trying to push me away, but I didn’t let go of the male’s collar.

He already took my first kiss - what is the difference if I took another?

The second our lips left each other’s, Tsukishima punched my nose.

Blood dripped from my nose, but I couldn’t care less.

“Don’t you fucking call me Tsuki ever again, dumbass. Better yet, don’t call me.”

My last day of high school ended with blood and tears, but the pain in my heart from losing my best friend hurt more.

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I stared at the stars, lying down in the little treehouse we made as kids in my backyard.

I tried to cry it all out, but I couldn’t.

I feel cheated by you, Tsukishima Kei.

You made me make you my everything.

My voice was tuned to calm you down.

My hands we moulded to keep you warm.

My life was made to keep you safe, but you don’t need me to be you.

But I do - I need you to be me.

One-sided crushes are the worst form of love, aren’t they?

You give it all for that one person - to please and cherish them.

They just think it’s just a form of showing how strong your friendship is, but you want more.

You are the only one who wants more.

You are the one crying at night about how you wished they were by your side.

You are the one craving for their touch.

You want them, but they don’t want you.

I don’t care about you bruising my face, Tsukishima-san.

I care about you fucking me up like this.

I will no longer wait for your messages.

I will no longer look at your tweets and be the only one giving reactions.

I will erase you from my narrative, Tsukishima-san.

You can wonder about how much you’ve hurt me when I have reached somewhere you can’t even touch me.

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“You are absolutely sure about this, right?” Hinata said, worry laced in his words.

I open the doors to the tattoo parlour and I was instantly mesmerized. The walls were filled with such intricate designs - sizes ranging from as small as a finger to as big as my whole body. The smell of fresh ink slowly hit me, reminding me of my schooling years.

“I am sure, Hinata. I was planning to do this ever since I was small, either way. I just wished it was under better circumstances,” I reply, eyes locked on all the flower motifs.

I always wanted a tattoo - it didn’t matter how big or small it was. I always thought of how beautiful the idea was - to have something permanently inked on your skin to remind you of who you were. Flowers drew with such hidden meaning, curved lines speaking words of poetry, ideas brought into life - tattoos are an artist’s masterpiece meant to paint on my skin as a canvas.

“Do you want me to stay? I don’t mind waiting here with you - “

“Weren’t you supposed to meet up with Kageyama later today?” I remind him, chuckling.

“That man is late for everything. I think he can handle me coming late for once.”

“I’m seriously okay, Hinata! Go get ready, I’ll send a picture when it’s done,” I say as I push him out of the shop.

“Okay, okay - make sure to send me that picture!” He said as he ran out of the shop.

Why follow me if you’re itching to leave?

“That friend of yours has really bright orange hair - is it dyed or natural?” I hear someone say.

Holy shit, you’re hot.

“Oh - uh- um- It’s natural,” I say, forming some space between us.

Holy shit, you’re hot.

You tied half of your hair in a small bun, showing me the small, intricate designs on your neck. Flowers decorated your soft skin, moving down under your shirt’s sleeve. Small golden piercings decorated your ears. They were encrusted with gems of various colours that shifted under the soft lighting gracing your skin.

You looked so beautiful I couldn’t stop staring.

“So, do you have an appointment?” You asked, breaking my train of thought.

“N- no.”

Stop stuttering, Yamaguchi Tadashi.

“First time, huh?” you smiled, “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. The pain is different for everyone, but I think you can handle it.”

“T-Thanks.”

God, stop stuttering.

“God, you’re cute,” you laughed while looking at my frazzled face, “Don’t worry, my dearest client - you’re in capable hands. Come - let’s discuss your design, shall we?”

You grabbed my wrist and brought me to your corner, leaving me blushed mess.

Cute.

They called me cute.

I’m breathing, right?

Okay, I’m breathing.

As we were walking, I got to see the back of your neck - more specifically, a part of your tattoo.

It was a blossoming rose - a huge one. It had vines that grew from it, encircling your whole neck, moving down your shirt and reaching the tips of your fingers. Smaller roses grew from it, branching even smaller vines surrounded by leaves.

I wanted to know the story behind that tattoo. It looked so beautiful yet so dark. The thorns that came from certain vines alarmed me, but I kept my thoughts to myself. My attention was brought to your piercings - more specifically, the design of the encrusted jewels. They were flowers, as well. In the middle of each jewel held a line of gold that branched out, just like the vines of your tattoo.

“Oh, you’re looking at my tattoo and piercings, aren’t you?” You ask, eyebrow raised.

“Is it okay if I am?” I ask, worried.

You laughed.

“Of course it’s fine. Who would get a tattoo and not prepare for all the staring? Not going to lie, here - these piercings and that tattoo help me fuel my ego. After all, everyone’s staring at them,” you joke, playing with your hair.

You sit on your chair, pointing at the one opposite you.

“What are you waiting for? Sit.”

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“So, you want some small vines surrounding a moon, right?” You ask as you brought out your tablet.

“Yeah, on my middle finger.”

I had enough of his little orders - I’ll twist his words into something much more meaningful. If the Moon isn’t willing to dance with the mountains, let the vines make the Moon feel the mountain’s pain from its rejection.

“That sounds really pretty,” you say, smiling at me, “Give me a minute - I’ll do a rough sketch and you can tell me if it’s to your liking.”

You took out the tablet’s pen tool and began to sketch. I eyed your eyes as you continued to sketch what would be my tattoo.

Thanks to the light from the tablet, I could see a part of another tattoo hidden under your shirt.

It was multiple birds flying across your collarbones, but there was one bird that moved to your neck. It was a smaller bird - much, much smaller. However, its wings were bigger - bigger than the other birds’.

“My family isn’t very appreciative of my more artistic side,” you began, knowing I wanted to know the story behind it.

“I love art - all types of art. Writing, drawing, painting - I loved how you could make a whole new world just with a few lines. My family…” you paused, “As much as they loved me, they couldn’t see a world where I could make a living from it. They tried to throw away this side of me, but the more they pushed it away, the more I needed it.”

You raised your tablet, showing me your sketch.

I loved it.

It was a crescent moon, wrapped in vines. Vines grew both upwards and below, accompanied by stars. Small buds were growing from the ends of the vines, leaves surrounding them.

I don’t know how you did it, but you captured all I felt about him in a few minutes - it astounded me.

“I took a few creative liberties, but-”

“It’s amazing - don’t change it.”

You’re amazing.

You smiled, getting off your chair.

“Head to that room,” you pointed to the smaller room right beside us, “I’ll get all the tools ready.”

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“You ready?” you said, placing the pen right above my middle finger.

Why did I choose my middle finger for my first tattoo? It’s literally right on a bone, it’s going to hurt like hell.

“I guess…” I whisper.

“It won’t be that painful - trust me. People overexaggerate,” you say, trying to calm me down.

People weren’t overexaggerating - it hurt.

It hurt a lot.

I bit my lip, holding back the scream on the end of my lips.

“Hold on,” you said, removing the pen.

You soon came back with candy and began to unwrap it.

“Open your mouth, my liege.”

After chuckling, I opened my mouth and you plopped the sweet in my mouth.

Ooh, mango.

“Focus on the sweet, okay?” You said, patting my back.

It felt less painful, surprisingly. Focusing on the sweet rolling in my mouth helped reduce the pain significantly.

I raised my head slightly so that I could see your intense focus on my finger. You were biting on your lower lip as you slowly moved the pen on my finger, following the temporary tattoo you made earlier as a guide. You were annoyed by a strand of your hair that refused to stay behind on your ear - your anger-filled expression said it all.

Using my other hand, I pushed it behind your ear to help you focus.

A soft thank you came from you as you continued.

Blood rushed to my cheeks the minute those words left your lips.

So cute.

“You didn’t finish your story…” I asked, trying to end the awkward silence.

“It was that interesting to you?” you smiled.

You’re interesting, Y/N.

I nod.

“I asked them if I could draw again. I didn’t want to lose that skill I finetuned all my life - it felt so wrong. They thought I’d never succeed in life if I focused on ‘these useless hobbies’ and shouted at me. I remember crying for hours, but they didn’t care,” you say as you turn off the pen, wiping the tip.

“I began to spend more hours in school just so that I could scribble and draw. They’d never know what I did there - all the drawings I did, all the stories I wrote, all the songs I sang. I am not like my parents. I strayed from the thought of ‘art is useless’- I am the bird moving away from the flock,” you said, turning your chair towards me.

“Why did they hate art? It’s something that makes you happy - If it’s something you like, you should do it,” I said, slightly pissed.

Thank God they didn’t listen to them.

“Best part - they have paintings all over the house,” you snickered.

You sighed, stretching your arms in the process.

“I don’t really care about their opinion about it, anyway. I’m no longer under their wing - I’m my own person. I get money by doing the thing I love, and that’s so fulfilling. The only thing they’re paying for right now is my college education - that’s it,” you said as you pressed a wet cloth to my new tattoo.

“Wait - we’re the same age?”

“Yeah, we are,” you smiled.

“I expected you to be way older,” I say, embarrassed.

“I am utterly offended, sir,” you say, feigning sadness.

“Come on!” I say, laughing.

“I am expecting a tip,” you say, walking towards the door.

You’re amazing, Y/N. I just wish I met you earlier…

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“Well, it was nice meeting you, Yamaguchi Tadashi,” you say, closing the cash register in front of you.

“And I you, my friend.”

I walk to the door, gripping on the door handle.

I want you in my life, Y/N. Even if we spent just a few hours together, you’ve made me so happy. If you are open to the idea, I want to be friends with you - and who knows? We might become something…

I walk back to the cashier.

“Oh, did I forget something?” You ask, worried.

“No, no…”

Come on, say it.

“Hey, wanna exchange numbers? I wanna hang out with you - of course, only if you want to,” you say smiling.

Holy shit.

“Yes, please.”

You held back your laugh the minute you saw my face.

How many times have I made you laugh just by you looking at my face?

“Here’s my number,” you passed me your card, “Message me so that I get your number, too!”

“Okay!” I smile.

Holy shit. I did it.

“See you again, ‘guchi.”

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A Glimpse of Yellow: Suna x f!reader - Chapter 8

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Relationships: Suna x f!reader, mostly platonic!Inarizaki x f!reader (the relationships in the tags could be platonic or romantic :) )

Summary:

When the twins assumed you were dating Suna, he went along with it and you had no idea why

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Despite being Atsumu’s best friend, you barely knew his aloof and nonchalant teammate. Suna only made the occasional comment on the twins’ antics when you were around.

So when you needed a way to escape from the twins’ interrogations –including one about your longtime crush because you were definitely over him– Suna offered to walk with you after school to provide a way out. This raised a few eyebrows including yours.

Things got even stranger when the twins assumed you were dating Suna. And for some reason, he went along with it.

Genre, etc.: fluff, romance, friendship, getting together, fake dating, slow burn, acquaintances to friends to lovers, canon compliant, eventual angst but it’s the shoujo type

Words: 2.3k

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Atsumu placed a plastic cup of bubble tea in front of you on the picnic table. Looking up from your phone, you raised your brow at him. He crossed his arms and grimaced, avoiding eye contact.

"I didn't know you liked bubble tea," you said with a smirk. "Actually with that face, I'd think you hated it."

"I know I suck at apologizing, okay?" Atsumu sighed as he scratched his head.

You placed the straw in the cup and slurped up the cool drink, perfect for the hot summer day. "I'd say you've improved," you commented with a smile.

"Osamu forbade me from talking to you about volleyball."

"And… you're listening to him?" you said, raising an eyebrow.

"For this… yeah." He fiddled with his fingers before letting his shoulders drop.

The aftermath from your argument wasn't as bad as you imagined. It sucked that it came to a point to where you were in tears, but after the mess settled down, you almost felt relieved. All the scenarios that played in your mind, afraid to break down from his criticisms, didn't feel like a big deal now that it was done and over with. You were even able to be more open with him. But you couldn't deny that knowing Osamu had punched him in the gut not once but twice helped you feel a little better.

You were still worried that Atsumu's words would hurt you from time to time. Osamu told you that you should just punch him yourself if his stupid brother wasn't getting it again. Atsumu had to cool it while you had to be willing to be open with how you were feeling. For this friendship to last, that's what you both had to do.

"It's just that… with volleyball," Atsumu continued. "I dunno. I've spent so much time teaching you that I feel like it just went to waste."

You widened your eyes, staring at his downcast gaze. Turning back at your drink, you began to stir it with the straw. "Thanks Atsumu," you looked away from him, slightly embarrassed. You remembered the hours and days he spent teaching you. "It wasn't a waste though."

The breeze played with Atsumu's hair. He pointed his eyes at your drink. "Suna mentioned a few days ago you liked that bubble tea. Is that a new thing?" he asked. "We've never gotten that flavour before."

You saw Karin dismounting from her purple bicycle, making her way over to the picnic tables. Gesturing in her direction, you said, "That's the girl I've been teaching. She got me to try this one. It's her favourite."

Atsumu turned around to see Karin locking up her bicycle at the bike rack. He raised an eyebrow. "Does she have the potential to go pro or something?"

"Nope."

"Then why are you teaching her?"

"Why did you teach me?"

Atsumu blinked a few times before his eyes softened. You had asked him to teach you and he was excited to share volleyball with you.

"Karin didn't say much, but it seemed like she had this love-hate relationship with volleyball," you told him, waving to her as she walked over to you. "When I first told her I played on the school team, she got excited but went quiet right after. I was surprised when she asked me to learn it."

Karin hurried over to the picnic tables, but when she saw you had company, she shuffled her feet a little slower. "That was weird," you thought to yourself, raising your brow. "She's usually excited to see a new face." You let out a sigh. It would've been nice if Suna came along one day.

"Umm… Y/n-nee-san…," she said breathlessly. "Who's that?" She peeked up at Atsumu through her lashes.

Atsumu sat on the picnic table, glancing at you, expecting an introduction.

"This is Miya Atsumu," you told her.

"Is he your boyfriend?" she blurted out.

"Ew! No!" you replied while cringing.

Atsumu had also flinched at the question before letting out a laugh. "No. She has a boyfriend. Finally." He turned to look at you. "I couldn't stand your crush phase."

"You have a boyfriend?" Karin asked. You went stiff at her question. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Oh. Uh oh. What were you supposed to do? Should you keep up with the lie that Suna was your boyfriend? The corners of your mouth fell. It was a lie.

"I'll tell you about him later," you quickly explained to her.

You sighed as you glanced at the yellow gift bag beside you. You weren't able to catch Suna after classes today. You were hoping to give it to him a couple of days ago at their practice, but for obvious reasons that didn't happen.

However, you did wonder why Suna wasn't there. You thought of him first during Atsumu's outburst, remembering all the other times he had stepped in – intentionally or not.

When did you start relying on him?

You began to trace circles on the picnic table with your finger. "Where does he live?" you asked yourself before shaking your head from the thought. Going to his house would be too much just to give him this silly gift of yours.

Karin nudged your side, interrupting your thoughts. "Nee-san," she whispered. "Does Miya-senpai have a girlfriend?"

Your eyes shot wide open. "Oh no. You do not want to have a crush on him," you exclaimed a little too loudly. Atsumu heard it.

"Hey! Why not?!" he protested.

"That's not how you're supposed to react! You're gonna get her hopes up!"

"Hey! I'm not that bad!"

"Huh? Why not?" Karin asked you.

"Ughh," you groaned. She looked at you expectantly. You certainly didn't want this cinnamon roll to be influenced by Miya Atsumu.

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You walked down the dimly lit school hallway, returning from a shortened volleyball practice. Still wearing your gym clothes, you smiled to yourself. Practice went well today. Your coach put you in as the main setter for the team drills today, which didn't happen very often.

When you opened the classroom door, the sole person inside flinched at the sound.

"Hm? What are you still doing here?" you asked. Your eyes lit up and your mouth grew into a wide grin.

Suna didn't say anything; his expression didn't reveal much either. He only rubbed the back of his neck.

"Alright," you said, giving him a teasing smile. "I can tell when you don't want to tell me something."

You had left your backpack hanging on the chair at your desk. Opening it up, you dropped in your knee pads.

"You did well today," Suna commented, breaking the silence in the room.

You paused, your bag halfway to your shoulder. "What was he talking about?" you wondered, turning to him with furrowed brows.

Suna began to leave the classroom, his eyes lowered to the ground.

"Oh!" you exclaimed. "Did you watch our practice?"

Suna stopped at the door before giving you a small nod.

"Why didn't you tell me?" you said with a smile. "Then we could've walked together! We haven't done that in a while."

You slung your bag over your shoulder, meeting him at the door. You had a little skip in your step as you walked down the hall together. When you approached the front doors of the school, you pursed your lips. It was raining outside.

You stood under the roof over the school doors. You didn't bring an umbrella. You turned to Suna expectantly.

"What?" he asked.

Dropping your shoulders, you told him, "Never mind." You looked up at the grey sky, the clean rain air filling your nose. The lighting changed into a yellow hue. You turned to Suna to see a yellow umbrella over your heads.

"Why didn't you say so in the first place?" you asked with a smirk.

Suna only shrugged as he handed the umbrella for you to hold. He was about to walk off, but you caught his arm.

"Where are you going?" you told him, holding onto his arm. "You're going to get wet." You could hear the pitter patter against the umbrella as his eyes grew. Smiling, you said, "Let's go together, Suna."

He hunched under the umbrella as you walked together, both of you trying not to get wet.

"I don't think this umbrella is meant for two people," you commented with a laugh.

"That's why I was going to give it to you."

"But what about you?"

"I'll live," he said, shrugging. "I couldn't care less."

Raindrops slipped off the umbrella and dripped on the side of his shirt. You felt your own sleeve becoming moist. "Let's just stay like this. I can manage a cold shoulder," you told him. "It's better than having you soaked in the rain by yourself."

The raindrops suddenly fell faster, pelting against the umbrella.

"I think we're both going to get soaked now," Suna nonchalantly mentioned. "Even with the umbrella."

You didn't reply, tugging him to move a little faster, rushing to find shelter. It wasn't easy avoiding all of those puddles while holding the umbrella between the two of you. Your feet were still somehow dry and you wanted to keep it that way.

Suna grabbed your arm and pulled you under an awning. You relaxed your shoulders and released your breath. "Thanks Suna."

He closed the umbrella, and when he glanced back at you, you reached out your hand. Your fingers pushed aside a few strands of his hair, your hand brushing his forehead in the process.

Suna fixed his eyes on you. You could see the details of his irises, in awe of their colour. Your heart began to beat faster, captivated by his yellow eyes.

He raised his hand to cover your own, scrunching his brows together. "Y/n, I..."

The automatic doors slid open behind you, snapping you out of your trance. Your heart thumped even faster. "Oh hey!" you blurted out. "Let's go check out this store."

You rushed into the building, cheeks burning. "What was that?" you asked yourself, legs pacing past the entrance. "Since when have I…"

When you finally stopped walking, you found yourself between some bananas and apples. You looked back at the front doors. "Did he leave already?" Glancing at the store's windows, you saw that it was still pouring rain outside.

You lowered your eyes, wondering where he could have gone. You sighed. You might as well waste some time here, waiting for the rain to settle.

You turned the corner, down the aisle of refrigerated foods. In front of you was another high school guy, but not the one you were looking for.

"Oh! I didn't expect to see you here," you said when you were within earshot.

Aran held the refrigerated door open and smiled when he saw you. "I came to pick up some eggs," he said. "Mom asked." He let the door close and placed the eggs in the basket that hung on his left arm. He rubbed the back of his head, slightly looking away

Your eyes searched down the aisle, checking both directions. "How's your brother doing?" you asked.

"He's alright," Aran replied. "He's gotten busy because he started getting into robotics. He saved up for an Arduino or wherever it's called."

"Whatever it's called?" you commented, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Hey. I know I'm not good at this stuff," he said. "I think he wanted to show you, but you haven't been over in a while." Aran looked down at his basket of groceries. "I think he misses–" He didn't finish his sentence. He continued after clearing his throat. "You've been busy with other stuff. He's not a kid anymore."

"That doesn't mean that I can't come and see him," you told Aran.

"Really?" Aran widened his eyes as he lifted his shoulders. When you smiled back at him, he blinked a few times before lowering his eyes. "Umm… I'll go check these out now," he said, lifting his basket.

"Alright," you said, giving him a small wave.

Once Aran was out of your sight, you pulled out your phone. There weren't any new messages. You pressed your lips together as you opened your texting app, looking for Suna's name.

Y/n: Where are you?

You clutched the phone in your hand as you continued to search for Suna.

He wasn't in the snack aisle nor in the prepared foods section. You even scrunched your nose as you made your way through the seafood section where they kept fish and crustaceans in their tanks. Your arms hung at your sides. Did he really leave?

You made your way back to the produce section to see Suna there slouched beside the tangerines. His hand held his phone while the other rested comfortably in his pocket.

"I'm here," he said, turning his phone to you.

Your mouth grew into a smile. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, saying, "Yes, of course you are."

He smirked and directed his eyes to the window. "The rain stopped."

When the two of you left, you were surprised that he didn't turn at his usual corner. Suna was oddly quiet. He'd usually attempt to make an off-handed remark by now. You fiddled with the hem of your shirt. Why did it feel awkward with him all of a sudden? You hadn't felt like this ever since your first few walks together.

You approached the front of your house. Suna still stood beside you, eyes fixed on the ground.

"I guess I should say bye," you thought to yourself. Your eyes shot open. "Oh! The gift!"

You slid off your backpack, about to grab the zipper. You heard Suna's voice and froze. Your stomach dropped. "What did you say?" you asked.

"I shouldn't be your boyfriend."

*****

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Tags: Aged Up! Birthday boy! Izuku Midoriya x Binaural, SFW, Fluff

Synopsis: You thought this was going to be a normal birthday with Deku - the only thing that was different is you were going to make Katsudon, pork cutlet bowls, for Deku. What you weren't prepared for was a flirty Izuku Midoriya.

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You groaned at the sound of your blaring alarm, forcing you awake. You raised your head to meet Izuku’s chin. His hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his body even more. You pressed against the bed, pushing yourself upwards to face the sleeping face of your beloved.

You adored the sight of the defenceless hero.

His dishevelled green hair mimicked a bush in the woods - wild yet so adorable. His lips were slightly parted, allowing soft snores to escape the powerful quirk user. His small freckles glowed under the soft sunlight entering your shared room from the window, leaving you in awe. His long lashes framed his closed eyelids.

Thankfully, your alarm turned itself off - he wasn’t letting you move anymore, not with the vice grip he had around you tightening unknowingly.

You couldn’t resist the urge to run the pad of your thumb against his soft lips - it looked so soft and supple. The rest of your fingers found their place on Izuku’s cheek, enjoying the warmth only he could radiate. You smiled, looking at the sleeping Izuku subconsciously pressing his cheeks against your fingers.

This is what you believed a life spent with him would look like - and you pray so that it stays like this.

“Hey,” you say as you kiss Midoriya’s forehead, “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Your alarm began to ring again, causing the hero beside you to groan loudly.

“Turn that thing off,” he said, placing his head on your shoulder, “We don’t need to wake up early today.”

This man… how was he the top hero?

You ruffled his hair, chuckling.

“Weren’t you the one who told me to wake you up early today?” you ask, recalling your conversation with him yesterday.

“I just wanted to spend the whole day with you, but I think we can do it from this bed, can’t we?” he said, pressing kisses on the nape of your neck.

“I think you forgot, Deku,” you say, cupping his cheeks, “You have a press conference with Bakugo and Todoroki today - you know, about your job as a hero?”

His eyelids shot open.

“Oh, shit,” he mumbled, making you laugh.

“It’s only,” you looked at the wall clock, “9 am right now. You have about 1 hour to get ready and head to the studio. That trip would take about 20 minutes.”

You smiled when you saw him visibly relax.

“Sadly,” you say, “You aren’t getting breakfast from me since I couldn’t even move one inch from the bed,” you gesture to his arms on your waist.

You kissed his forehead again, trying to wipe off the guilty smile he had on his face.

“Happy birthday, Midoriya Izuku. Now, go get ready.”

He kissed the apples of your cheeks before pressing his forehead against yours.

“Thanks, love.”

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The minute you heard the door close, you got out your phone and called your mother-in-law.

“Hi!” she answered cheerfully, “You ready to do this?”

You turned the voice call into a video call, then propped your phone behind the salt shaker.

“Hopefully…” you trail off as you put on your apron, “You don’t think I’ll burn anything or cause a fire, right?”

“If you’re anything like Izuku in terms of cooking, we’ll be fine.”

You weren’t.

Pancakes, waffles - you could handle that.

But meat? It definitely was not your forte.

Izuku’s the one who handled all the savoury dishes while you were the resident taste tester.

“Don’t worry - the very person who introduced him to the savoury dish is right here, showing you each step in detail. You won’t mess up that much,” you said to yourself as you brought out the ingredients.

You laid them out in front of her, allowing her to examine them thoroughly.

“First things first,” she said, moving to her couch, “You’re wearing your apron wrongly.”

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You stared at the pan filled with onions, eggs and fried pork, feeling defeated.

You were supposed to move all of that into a small bowl of rice.

You were supposed to move a bunch of slippery onions doused in sauce, a steamed omelette that looked like it was going to break into two and a pork cutlet that you slaved over - all of that, into a small bowl of rice.

“Trust me, it’s pretty easy,” Inko said, trying to calm you down, “It just looks intimidating.”

“Intimidating is one way to explain it,” you said, staring at your hard work.

“Just do it, don’t worry - you have multiple backup pork cutlets if you mess up.”

“I know, but-”

“Just do it.”

You immediately placed the toppings into the bowl of rice without any spillage.

...or so you thought.

The whole thing spilt over the sides of the pan, missing the bowl of rice entirely.

“Try again, dear,” she said smiling, “No harm in trying again.”

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After 5 tries, you managed to make two perfect bowls of fresh katsudon. The smell of the fried pork cutlets wafted through the air, making you smile at your hard work.

“It looks really good, dear,” she said, smiling, “He’ll love it.”

You smile at her cheerful gaze towards you.

“You sure you don’t want to come over? It’s just a fifteen-minute drive.”

“I appreciate you asking me,” she said, sighing, “But I think you two should spend the day together. I’m pretty sure you both haven’t spent much time together since your honeymoon.”

“You sure?” you ask once again.

“I’m very, very sure,” she says, chuckling, “Now go get ready.”

You placed your phone flat on the countertop and started to set the table. As soon as you finished, Izuku came into the house, a tired expression painted on his face.

“You okay?” You say as you walk towards him.

“How rude of them to make me work on my own birthday?” he chuckled softly.

He looked to the dining table and his eyes lit up.

“Did you made Katsudon?” he asked, the tired expression he once had leaving his face.

“Yeah, I did,” you say as you help him take off his jacket.

“However,” you place his hands on his chest, “You need to go bathe.”

“What’s with everyone bullying me today?” he huffed.

“Bullying or taking care of you?”

“Well, when you put it that way…” he trailed off.

“Just go bathe,” you say, chuckling as you push him towards your room.

“Oh no,” he said as you pushed him, “My feet can’t move.”

This grown kid.

“So I’m supposed to carry you bridal style now?” you joke.

“ I did it to you, didn’t I?” he whispers in your ear.

You felt blood rush to your cheeks the minute the sentence left his lips.

This man…

“Wow, my feet work now! I’ll go bathe,” he said as he kissed your cheek.

This man is too cute for his own good.

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“This…” he said, mouth stuffed with food, “This is really good!”

You smile, looking at the green-haired male scarfing down the food you made. You loved the little sparkle he had in his eyes whenever he truly enjoyed something - and to your luck, it was the food you prepared for him.

“You seriously made this by yourself?” He asked with his eyebrow raised.

“You don’t see your mom here, do you?”

“You sure you didn’t order in?” He teased again.

You kicked his leg under the table, causing him to wince in pain.

“Oh, how you wound me,” he said, faking tears.

“Serves you right for making fun of me,” you huff.

He got off of his chair and headed to the sink to wash his bowl.

“Well, to be fair,” you add, “I did video call your mom so she could teach me.”

“So I was right, then,” he said as he places his bowl in the sink and turning to face you.

“She didn’t make it, though!”

“You said you made it all by yourself, but you got my mother’s help. Hence, you lied to me,” he put his arms on the countertop.

“I didn’t lie to you,” you say, laughing, “I really made it by myself.”

Izuku was already standing in front of you, cupping your face in his hands.

“You kicked me,” he stared at you, “You kicked a tired hero.”

“Heroes don’t tease others as much as you do,” you retort.

“What is my purpose in your life but to tease you?”

“A lot of things actually,” you say, smiling at him.

“Oh? Like what?”

“First of all,” you put your hand on his chest, “Where did this flirty Izuku come from?”

“Maybe,” he put his thumb on your lower lip, “He came because I am using my birthday privileges to be a little more flirty than usual.”

You stare at his green orbs. They glimmered even under his own shadow. Its golden flecks shined just for you and you alone. The creases of his eyes curved upwards, showing you how happy he was just to be in your presence. The wild forest he calls his hair had rogue strands that tickled your cheeks. You loved how soft they were - especially after him just washing it roughly an hour ago.

Your hand on his chest began to outline the scars he cultivated through his years under All Might’s wing and his hero training back in UA. You smiled as you remembered how strong-willed he was as a boy to become a hero, and now he was - standing on the very top.

“You okay?” he asked, worried.

“I was just thinking of how much you’ve grown from back then,” you look up to his face, meeting his eyes that were staring straight at you.

“For someone who took so many notes back then, you’re really dumb,” you both chuckle.

“How are you still bullying me?” he sighed.

“Endure it, Deku,” you joke, imitating Bakugou.

You close your eyes as you pressed your forehead against his, enjoying the small moment you’re sharing with the male in front of you.

“Happy birthday, Izuku.”

“Thank you, love.”

You both shared a kiss, both bellies and hearts full.