atsumiez · 3 years ago
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i’m writing like 3 things at once. not sure which one i’ll post first. either oikawa, atsumu, or suna.
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𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄
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kia. 8teen. she/they.
intp.
☀︎cancer ☾taurus ➚ aquarius .
pansexual.
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LIKES & DISLIKES
likes: boba, late night drives, reading, writing, anything mbti, dogs.
dislikes: cats, winter, vegetables, buses, singing, econ class.
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KINS
oikawa. kenma. kageyama. tsukishima. mitsuya. armin. saiki. reki.
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CURRENT STATUS
currently (re)watching: demon slayer
currently reading: the american roommate experiment by elena armas
currently listening to: poison by brent faiyaz
currently thinking about: kuroo keeps making science jokes i don’t understand
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SELFSHIPS
my main selfship is kia x iwaizumi — kizumi <3
but there’s also atsumia (kia x atsumu) and jia (kia x jean).
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atsumiez · 3 years ago
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new theme y’all.
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atsumiez · 3 years ago
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might change my theme. don’t look at my blog for a few days lol.
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atsumiez · 3 years ago
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it was nearing 1 am when levi ackerman finally stepped into your shared apartment.
you were in the kitchen serving yourself some tea when you heard him walk in.
“your shift ended at 11. the tea’s gotten cold.”
he looked over to you, shocked that you were even still up. you had to be at work at 8 in the morning.
“sorry. i lost track of time,” it was all levi could respond with as he walked past you to turn on the stove and boil some water. he grabbed a teabag from the box you left on the counter for him.
“you always do. have you eaten?” you asked, following him around the kitchen.
you took his silence as an answer and opened the fridge, pulling out some takeout for him, “i got your usual, heat it up whenever.”
“thanks,” he replied, taking the bag from you. “you didn’t have to wait for me.”
“if i didn’t, you wouldn’t have eaten, and i know you skipped breakfast today,” you replied.
he put the food in the microwave and then turned to look at you. it felt like levi hadn’t seen you like this in so long. awake that is.
recently, he’s been coming home late and leaving early because of a new case he’s been working on. when he gets home he would just take a shower and go straight to sleep, meeting you in your shared bed.
“i miss you,” he blurted, refusing to make eye contact because he knew what you would respond.
“i miss you too, but i miss spending my evenings with you a lot more.”
levi knew how you felt, always waiting for him to come him, eating dinner by yourself, even having to go to sleep with half of the bed empty.
“i know, and i’m sorry. i promise, this was the last time. tomorrow i’ll be home earlier.”
and he meant it. with every part in his body he meant what he said.
you smiled and walked out of the kitchen to your bedroom to get ready to sleep.
when the next day came around, levi ending up calling out from work and staying home. all because he missed being with you…
and totally not because of the food poisoning he got from the food he ate last night.
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atsumiez · 3 years ago
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COLLEGE OSAMU HEADCANNONS
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college! osamu who always wonders why he even needs college to be a chef.
college! osamu who is constantly reminded why he, in fact, does need college because business is hard.
college! osamu who can’t write an essay to save his life, so he asks atsumu to do them for him in exchange for food.
college! osamu who can never make decisions by himself, so he ends up calling atsumu for his input.
college! osamu who is a terrible test taker but could wow you with a presentation.
college! osamu who has made it his goal to try every food option the campus offers before he graduates.
college! osamu who can’t get enough of one bakery because they’re mini cakes taste like heaven.
college! osamu who also happens to really like the cashier of the bakery.
college! osamu who swears his heart skips a beat when he finds out that a certain cashier is the same person who creates his favorite deserts.
college! osamu who asks you on a date so he can show you his own cooking skills.
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atsumiez · 3 years ago
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the tags LMFAO
*sees my mutuals simp for gyutaro*
me: y’all be weak in the knees— stand up! 😡
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atsumiez · 3 years ago
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suna rintarou was a very impulsive person. you knew that. so it wasn’t a shock to randomly find yourself in a piercing parlor.
it was a random idea he had last night, out of nowhere asking you, “babe, can we get matching piercings?”
of course you were quick to agree. you knew piercings were suna’s favorite way of expressing himself, so you were flattered that he wanted to share that experience with you.
piercings were nothing new to you after all, you had gotten your ears pierced when you were younger and your second lobe piercings during your final year of high school.
what you didn’t expect was for suna to order the proper materials online and be ready to pierce each other the next day. (overnight delivery was a great thing)
you walked into your dorm to see your boyfriend on your bed opening his package.
“okay so i was thinking, a cartilage piercing or maybe a nose piercing-”
“suna, you are not sticking a needle in my nose. we’re getting that professionally done.”
“so you’d be down for for matching nose piercings?”
“of course i’d be down. i would get whatever matching piercing you would want us to get,” and it was true. you always loved to see your boyfriend happy, so if that meant getting a new piercing with suna, you’d be down for whatever.
“what about a nipple piercing?”
“okay nope. you’re definitely not piercing my nipple. let’s go to a piercing place”
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COLLEGE ATSUMU HEADCANNONS
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college! atsumu who bit off way too much than he could chew by picking up extra classes, just to one up samu.
college! atsumu who always brings coffee before school, no matter how late he was running. (he needed to function somehow)
college! atsumu who has a “party now, cry later” mindset.
college! atsumu who can burn water if he tried, so he lives on microwaveable food or barges into his brother’s dorm.
college! atsumu who shows up to his lecture in last night’s clothes because he pulled an all nighter making up his missing work.
college! atsumu who regrets taking a psychology class freshman year because it leaves him having the weirdest thoughts at 2am.
college! atsumu who is satisfied as long as he passes, so all his grades look like 65-75s.
college! atsumu who hates asking for help, but still goes to tutoring just to see, you, his hot tutor.
college! atsumu who constantly flirts with you while you try to explain why pro volleyball players can’t afford to get a 69 on a test.
college! atsumu who wishes he listened to your warnings about his grades when his coach tells him that he’s benched unless he passes his finals with at least an 80.
college! atsumu who begs you to help him study for his finals, so that he can finally play again.
college! atsumu who feels his heart skip a beat when he see you in the stands during his game, after all of your tutoring sessions payed off.
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iwaizumi hajime could not believe he got stood up.
the two of you always went out for lunch together at 11:45 before his usual 12:30 client.
you were always the first to arrive and wait up for iwaizumi, but it was nearly 12:10 with no sign of you.
he pulled out his phone to call you, but he feared it would come off as too clingy. why should he care so much about you meeting him anyway? the two of you never officially made plans to meet, it was just a normal routine you guys fell into when you kept seeing each other at the same cafe while on your break (which was totally a coincidence, and not him purposely trying to spend more time with you).
so why did your absence affect iwaizumi so much? it’s not like the two of you were even a couple. just two people who happened to work at the same gym for a year. sure people called you guys a “work couple” but it didn’t mean anything. it only made iwaizumi blush a little and left him smiling like an idiot for 20 minutes.
the two of you never thought much of the remark, you did see him at least 5 days a week. with you working at the front desk, he would always spark up conversations with you whenever he got the chance. of course you two would grow to be close friends.
but friends didn’t care so much when the other misses a lunch date (that wasn’t even a date), iwaizumi knew that. so why was he still waiting for you even though he only had 10 more minutes now until his next appointment?
he never got the chance to come to an answer because a familiar voice calling out to him made his head go empty.
“hajime! sorry i’m late, a new person was trying to join and their card kept declining.”
he turned around to see your tired expression and guilt on your face, “i’m so sorry for making you wait. lunch is on me today.”
“you know it’s not good to keep your work husband waiting.”
“oh i apologize, i’ve been a horrible spouse. please don’t divorce me.”
“maybe some onigiri would be payment enough.”
you nodded and the two of you went on line to order, leaving iwaizumi hoping that maybe one day he’ll be able to change work husband to just husband.
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atsumiez · 3 years ago
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sorry it’s been a while, i had finals week and it was kicking my ass. but i’ll be posting again soon !!
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「12:00 AM」 SUNA RINTAROU
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warnings : a lil cursing | fluff; osamu being done, stupidity from both sides smh | not proofread! | slightly enemies to lovers?? like y'all are stuck between both rn :D | 's for suna's birthday :D i'm a day late but shush okay | hope you enjoy <3
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this was stupid.
you liked to consider yourself as the opposite of suna rintarou - as someone who actually put their braincells to work instead of slacking off like the brunette liked to do.
but you couldn't help but feel like the dumbest person to ever see the light as you stared at the unsent text on your phone. phone which almost ended up on the floor when you locked it and threw it across your bed and you swore you felt your heart stop at the sight of your beloved device dangerously at the edge of the mattress.
as if it were possible, you felt even more stupid than you already did while taking your phone into your hand, tucking it under your pillow instead of throwing it away despite the itch in your hand.
you didn't have enough savings to buy yourself a new phone, so you decided that it was better to play it safe.
trying to use logic for the situation you were in seemingly didn't work and you refused to act upon your feelings because it would lead to something you'd regret until your heart stops beating.
and it was an even worse idea to follow your heart when suna was the reason why you were a whirlwind of emotions every fucking day.
you hated how he made you feel... all of these digusting feelings.
you felt mushy, heart all softened, head all fuzzy and so insanely dizzy when he was around and it digusted you to even think about the person you've become because of his simple, stupid, stupid, stupid existence.
you almost missed the days your heart was only filled with anger and rage when suna was around, when your hand itched to be thrown across his face and not intertwined with his. oh, and how his face fell so dumbly when you retorted to his every remark until he ran out of them - before it lightened up again with one of his stupid smirks.
it was even more stupid that your feelings to do a hundred and eighty turn in the span of only three months.
the man that used to infuriate you was now the reason why you were mad at yourself.
stupid, stupid, stupid love bug that you caught and couldn't get out of your chest no matter what you tried.
"you know what," you mumbled into the silence of the night, getting your phone from under your pillow and unlocking it. "fuck it," you said with determination painting your features, sending the text you've typed an hour ago.
while you were anxiously staring at the black screen of your phone, unable to sleep, suna was now wide awake despite the exhaustion settled in his bones.
it was almost as if it had been washed away when he received the little message you sent, not thinking twice before opening it as soon as he got it and he felt a little dumb at embarrassed at his enthusiasm.
suna may be stupid - in your eyes - but he wasn't stupid to the point that he couldn't recognize the weird feelings making a mind of their own in his chest when you were around - or even just at the thought of you.
but he still felt like a fucking idiot when he thought that the text you sent may hopefully be you reciprocating his feelings.
"i think i'm illiterate," he hushed out, receiving a whispered yes from the across the room and his pillow flew to osamu's head, smacking him and drawing a groan out of him as he threw it back to suna.
and of course, him and his stupid reflexes caught it.
"hey, 'samu," suna called out, earning another groan and a grumbled shut the fuck up, i'm tryin' to sleep here.
but suna ignored him, still staring at the text.
he read it until the words - happy birthday or whatever - were dancing in his mind, until he felt fireworks burst in his chest and the whole fucking zoo in his stomach. before he knew it, a smile crept up his face and his fist covered his mouth as he rolled and rolled and rolled on his bed. the covers were making too much noise, testing osamu's patience the longer his best friend turned and turned on his mattress. a giggle fell past suna's lips and osamu scrunched his nose in disgust.
his roommate was absolutely, utterly and disgustingly in love with a person who keeps spitting insults - and absolute facts, honestly - to his face every day and osamu's theory about rin being a masochist was slowly being confirmed.
"do you think y/n likes me?"
"i don't fucking know, rin, let me sleep for fuck's sake."
"i hope you choke."
"likewise, dumbass."
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reblogs are highly appreciated! | taglist in reblogs.
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ROOMATE JEAN HEADCANNONS
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roommate! jean who always walks around in the mornings in just sweatpants and mixed match socks.
roommate! jean who always cooks you breakfast because he loves making you his mom's special meals.
roommate! jean who is always willing to help you move furniture at 2am when you spontaneously want to change the vibe of your apartment.
roommate! jean who loves to listen to 80s music while he cleans your apartment, and loves getting you to dance along.
roommate! jean who goes to your room to play video games with connie, just to be around you.
roommate! jean who loves late night talks with you while you're both supposed to be sleeping because you have plans tomorrow, but you just couldn't wait to talk to him all day.
roommate! jean who loves to catch you sleeping on the couch, and gets a reminder of just how much he's fallen for you as he picks you up and carries you to your bed.
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inumaki toge wasn’t the biggest fan of coffee, but you could always find him in the same shop ordering a tea.
of course he never ordered for himself, the first years always brought him along with them to try new drinks on the menu. mostly nobara and itadori, fushiguro realized that inumaki never liked anything that had caffeine in it. that’s when fushiguro started buying tea for inumaki.
it seemed to be a new flavor everyday, so inumaki never bothered to learn what fushiguro had ordered for the two of them.
so of course that didn’t go well one day when the first years left early for a mission and inumaki was really craving some tea.
once he got to the cash register to order, he didn’t know what to say or do, luckily that wasn’t an issue.
“you’re the quiet one that always comes with your juniors right?” you asked, recognizing the familiar face.
he nodded, making eye contact with you. you usually worked most weekday mornings, you would always take fushiguro and his order. he remembered because you would always call out to him when the order was ready, referring to it as that day’s special.
“what can i get you? the tuesday special ?” you asked with a smile. only getting another nod in response, you told him his total.
after he paid, you went to go make his tea, on tuesdays he always got a chai tea. mixing his ingredients became a weekly normal for you which explained why you finished his drink so quick.
you called out to him to pick up his tuesday special and smiled as you handed him the cup.
he bowed his head as a thank you before leaving, and taking a sip on his way out. something caught his eye when he raced the cup to his face, so he took a closer look at it.
in a cute, messy, and obviously nervous handwriting he read:
you don’t seem to talk much so shoot me a text :)
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he looked inside the shop window to see you watching him intently. you shot him a little nervous wink and a smile.
he smiled and nodded in return before taking another sip of tea.
he could’ve sworn this sip tasted 10x better than before.
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got me crying in class and shiii…
「I’LL BE GOOD」 HANEMIYA KAZUTORA
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warnings : episode 21-22/valhalla arc spoilers! mentions of death and blood | angst ♡ | not proofread! | taglist in reblogs | i was listening to a kazutora playlist and yea :D hope you enjoy ♡
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let’s split, okay? tears were running down your cheeks, mouth open in a silent cry as you watched chifuyu hug baji’s now lifeless body against his chest, his silent sobs turning louder by the minute and you could feel your heart shatter at the sound of his voice breaking with every word he said. this couldn’t be happening. this shouldn’t be happening. baji… baji couldn’t simply… die, could he? no, no, no. baji was tougher, you thought hopelessly, stronger than that. yet here he was, held between chifuyu’s trembling arms as the blonde cried harder, screaming out words you couldn’t comprehend. you were too out of it to make out what he was saying, blinking multiple times to get rid of the tears blurring your vision but the tears fiercely returned and stung your eyes as they rolled down your cheeks relentlessly. and when you tried to wipe them away to take a good look at kazutora receiving a strong punch from mikey, the flow of your tears just doubled and, without noticing, your legs slowly moved on their own, towards the two boys. before you could even place a foot in front of the other, a hand gripped at your wrist and you turned around to meet mitsuya’s lilac eyes, filled with tears as well and he shook his head as if to tell you that you should let them settle things between themselves. but a yelp from kazutora had you turn around to see his bruised, bloodied face being punched another time by mikey and then another, and another. chifuyu was still holding baji against him, sobbing into his shoulder and takemichi was still standing in front of them, fists clenched and tears streaming down his face while draken watched from the sidelines as mikey hit kazutora over and over. and when your gaze met draken’s, begging him to just make it stop he simply shook his head, looking away with tears brimming his own eyes. you writhed against mitsuya, squirmed and sobbed as you tried to free yourself, quiet cries of he’s gonna kill him and let me go, mikey’s killing tora! falling past your lips and onto deaf ears and you hated every second of it and you hated takashi for stopping you. you couldn’t process what happened afterwards, just the fact that mitsuya had your head buried in his shoulder while takemichi was screaming out words you didn’t understand to mikey and kazutora and all of them. you didn’t notice siren alarms were blaring, signaling the cops’ arrival, until chifuyu’s limp hand rested against your back to help mitsuya guide you out of the parking lot. your eyes searched for kazutora as you looked around, tired limbs slowly leading you outside of the place and your eyes widened when you saw him kneeling beside baji’s corpse. “what- why isn’t he coming?” you asked no one in particular, stopping in your tracks. “he- he said he’d take responsibility for what he did,” mistuya answered softly. you blinked at him a few times, slowly processing his words. “he’s turning himself in?” mitsuya didn’t have the time to answer that you were already running towards the bicolor-haired boy, kneeling beside him and ignoring the slight pain in your legs from the brusk fall. your hands clutched at his jacket, eyes searching for his and you hated how dull and empty his own looked - even more than usual. “t-tora,” you breathed out, shaking hand cupping his cheek and you attempted a smile, “why wouldn’t you come with us, huh? you can start all over with us, with toman,” you tried to convince him when he shook his head, a sad smile etching its way onto his tear-stained face and your words turned frantic, desperate. a lump formed in your throat at the way he looked at you, so loving yet so sorry, adoration swirling with guilt into his warm irises, his hand resting against the one on his face and a pitiful whimper left your lips when his own touched the palm of your hand. “i can’t,” he simply said, voice hoarse and pained and you swore you heard your heart crack at the sound of it. “i need to make amends first,” he continued, calloused hand cupping your cheek and a thumb wiping your tears away that were soon replaced with others. the sirens were growing closer but you couldn’t care less. you couldn’t leave kazutora here, he can’t go to jail, he doesn’t- he can’t leave you and toman behind. “tora, please,” you begged, a sob wretching its way out of your throat and maybe you were being selfish, maybe you couldn’t think of anything else but yourself but you refused to see him step out of your life for who knows how long. “angel-” you cried louder at the name, at the gentle tone he used. “no, no, you can’t leave us,” you tried, to no avail. “please, come with us, tora, you can start all over, yeah?” you repeated a second time, eyes hopeful. but a hand was grabbing your arm and pulled you onto your feet and you writhed and cried and fought your way out of the grip, eyes bleeding an ocean of tears while you felt like a hole was being torn in the depths of your chest. “i’ll be good,” kazutora promised, nodding towards draken who’s grip tightened around your waist, pulling you farther from the boy. “i’ll be good,” he said again. his voice was so gentle, so full of sorrow it hurt when it reached your ears. you could hear your heart breaking with his words, with the softness of his voice, the tenderness of his tone melting with a pain you couldn’t understand nor imagine. it left you speechless, mouth dry and throat constricted. and when his head turned away, when his eyes refused to meet yours again despite your almost inaudible begs and cries, you felt all the strength in your body vanish. you didn’t know when your tears stopped bleeding, when the ache in your heart turned into a dull throb or how you ended up being carried by ken. but you didn’t care, you couldn’t and you didn’t want to care. and so you let draken drag you away, far from the parking lot and from baji’s lifeless body and from kazutora’s warmth.
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i’d like to thank @maitani​; @spookydraken​; @bokutoslittledoll​; @manjiroia​ for giving me their feedbacks for this lil one shot bc i was a lil nervous since it was my first angst- reblogs are highly appreciated!
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staying professional was something miya atsumu was used to being told.
on the court when he gets a little too angry, during interviews when the questions get a little too personal, and especially at galas when he’s already way to drunk to act in any respectable way.
if they wanted him to act professionally, why would they serve expensive champagne that goes down so smoothly he would even realize he was 3 drinks down?
you had heard from sakusa that atsumu was acting like a child and causing a scene, and as manager (and head of the PR team) you knew that you had to take care of it.
you found him outside the the gala in the front, he was standing by your car crying. you walked over to the blonde knowing all to well what was going on with him.
“i’m so sick of this. i have hate keeping up this act,” he said as you reached your hand out to grab his arm.
“atsumu, you’re drunk,” you pull out your phone to call him a cab home. this was a normal occurrence for him at galas.
“no, i’m in love with ya, and i don’t wanna hide it anymore”
you froze, eyes widening at his words. he was the one that said it would be better for you two to hide your relationship (something about the HR team telling him to stop dating around) after all. you didn’t ask him why, you didn’t even care to, you hated having to act professional around him just as much.
fighting the urge to run up to him and give him a “your doing great” kiss to cheer him up during a game, not being able to calm him down when he gets heated during interviews, and never being able to watch how much he drinks at galas due to your attention always being pulled away.
you nodded your head, “i agree, let’s talk about this tomorrow”.
he smiled at your words.
“now i’ll be back, let me tell foster that i’m leaving. with my boyfriend,” you said as you walked back into the hall.
atsumu smiled as he watched you leave, he was too drunk to even remember what made him cry.
when you got into the gala, you slipped sakusa the cash you owed him and thanked him for his help.
that man always had a way with words, and he always knew how to get under atsumu’s skin.
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kuroo tetsurou hates working on wednesdays.
he hates having to wake up early every morning and sit through morning traffic.
he hates sitting alone in a big office while he works on hours of paper work.
he hates sitting through boring meetings filled with information he knows is wrong (and that he’ll have to correct later).
he hates paying way too much for lunch when he forgets his at home.
he hates when his boss comes in to start some boring conversation, making him realize that the week is far from over.
he hates leaving at 5:40, the peak of the the afternoon rush hour traffic.
however… kuroo loves working on thursdays.
he loves sitting with you on the phone as he drives to work, even though the drive feels significantly shorter than usual.
he loves when you call to check in on him as he does his paperwork, making sure he gets things done instead of talking about how he loves the way you’ve been doing your hair recently.
he loves sitting through meetings and secretly texting you, making fun of everyone else in the room and cracking jokes.
he loves when you come in and bring his lunch because he always seems to forget his lunch at home on thursdays.
he loves when his boss comes in and starts a conversation with you, allowing kuroo to get work done while he looks at you in awe as you speak.
he loves leaving at 5:40 with you and driving to your favorite restaurant simply because it’s date night.
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