bbymilkbread

[bbymilkbread]

“tch, what are you doing.”

“hugging you.”

“i’m not stupid. why are you hugging me,”

sukuna grouses, his entire vast frame growing stiff. it was always like this with you. every few seconds, you’d be talking to him about literally anything and out of nowhere, your human arms just wrap around his waist. the demon stands still with the most repulsed poker-face, yet he doesn’t attempt to pry you off. for whatever reason, your warmth was surprisingly .. comfortable. you’ve got the cutest smile contorting against your features. burying your face into the center of his chest, the demon sighs, flicking your forehead. “oi brat, i asked you a question.”

playfully wincing at his gesture — you have a tiny pout. “you looked like you could use one,” and your arms briefly tighten around his slim torso. “also, usually when someone’s hugging you, you’re required to hug the other person b-”

“don’t tell me what to do,” and you gasp, feeling strong arms pull you in close. with an oof, you land right into his soft padded chest. your cheek tenderly rubs against the various ancient markings that paint and decorate his skin. the ‘hug’ only lasts for about three seconds before he pulls away, pretending to feel ill. a mere drama king. “disgusting. got me participating in such a revolting, humanly act. think ‘m gonna be sick.”

“oh, don’t be dramatic,” you tease, leaning into his touch. you’re met with a crimson-red glare but you could spot the vague pout forming against his lips if you squinted. out of all the pesky humans he’s encountered, no one was ever tolerable or worthy for his attention.

no one except . . . you.

a simple gesture as hugging makes him feel mushy ‘n soft inside and he hates it. loathes it, that dumb carefree grin that cheeses against your lips, the cute glimmer sparkling in your eyes. so irritating, so . . adorable.

as you rest your chin against his chest, you let off a tiny huff. “do demons not hug each other?”

“not in this way,” he murmurs, feeling an awkward lump brew in his throat. sukuna’s eyes suddenly avoid yours and you grow curious. not only that, but his body language changes. your softness was making him nervous.

he swears a plethora of inaudible curses under his breath, remaining rigidly stiff and refuses to move his beefy arms another itch. your arms wrap around him again and a huffing sigh makes his tense shoulder lower. with a grumpy grunt, his eye twitches and a single fang bares below his top lip, a sign of cute stubborn annoyance. “ack, you’re squishing me, human. release me at once.”

your chin swiftly rubs against the soft fabric that made up his personalized kimono before deadpanning. “not until you hug me back.”

“i am hugging you back.”

“no you’re not,” you giggle, burying your face inside between the opening slit of his clothing piece. his body heat tepidly radiates against you and you’re engulfed with his loud natural scent. the demon’s almost always naturally warm, your personal heating pad. he shoots you a vexing glare, nostrils flaring up in exasperation before his arms awkwardly pull you closer. “hey, not s- so tight, ‘kuna.”

“now you wanna complain? you’re gonna take this hug,” and you giggle, feeling him gingerly shove you into his broad chest, squeezing you tight.

sukuna sassily rolls his eyes at the audacity,

he’s never been one to participate in such ludicrous, but if it was with you, maybe it wasn’t that bad. sukuna stares down at you, a weird soft feeling pooling its way into his heart — after a while, he unwraps his arms from your body, ruffling your hair. “stupid.”

with a cheeky grin, you wrap your arms right back around his torso, nuzzling against his chest like you were a kitten. with a gruff groan, his arms suddenly mirror you, slinging around your waist, pulling you close tightly. how annoying, he’s starting to enjoy this little thing called ‘hugging.’

sukuna slowly adapts to the warmth of your body against him, a faint smile creeping on his face at your next adoring words. “love you ‘kuna.”

“you’re gonna experience a deadly cough in five days, brat.”

“huh?”

“hmph. i said . . i love you too.”

[bbymilkbread]

HELL OF A WOMAN.

PAIRING. Bakugou Katsuki x f!Reader

CW. slight enemies-to-lovers, some angst but not heavy, fluff, you're both snarky (romantic), ~4k words, slice of life, reader has a healing quirk

A/N. i'd say slowburn but it's only slowburn because i barely ever write fics this long lol

Throughout your time in the nurse’s office as Recovery Girl’s student apprentice, you’ve met many different students. They all varied– whether it be their quirk, their grade, or even the injury they had come in for. 

Students from the general education, support and management departments rarely ever made their rounds to the nurse’s office, only coming in for a simple cut or bruise. 

That left you with those in the hero department.

You got along well with nearly all of them, even going as far as becoming friends with a few. And while that was true, of course there were gonna be some who you couldn’t get along with. But, there was specifically one student you could not stand. And he’d probably say the same thing for you as well. 

It was none other than Bakugou Katsuki.

———

The first time you really interacted with Bakugou Katsuki was within the first month of your apprenticeship. It was in your 3rd year, and you had already been managing well. 

Your day had started off fantastic. Recovery Girl had left you to run the office by yourself, thoroughly trusting your working and communication skills, so that she could run errands out of town. 

The office hadn’t been too busy, allowing you time to finish a bit of your homework at your own little desk next to hers. A few people came and left, just needing a simple healing of their arm or leg. 

You had been lost in thought when he slammed the door open, practically huffing as he walked in. Putting your pencil down, your wide eyes looked up and met his own. It felt as though he was burning a hole straight through your skull with the way he stared you down.

You didn’t even have to ask to know who he was. In your first and second year, his face was plastered nearly everywhere throughout the media. Bakugou Katsuki. But you’d never talked to him. Well, until now.

Assuming he’d be like every other person who walked through that door, stating their business then quietly leaving, you broke the deafening silence.

“Uh, yes?” you let out, cringing internally at the way the words came out.

Bakugou looked around the room before back at you, “Where the hell is the old woman at?” he spat.

You were seemingly surprised at his not-so-subtle entrance and dirty language. 

“If you meant Recovery Lady by “old woman”, then she’s out of town for some errands. I can help you if–”

“And who the hell are you?” he snapped before you finished, impatience laced in the way he spoke and stood before you.

You could practically feel how your jaw dropped and eyebrows furrowed at his blunt question. If he didn’t hold back, then why should you?

“I’m Y/N L/N, I’m Recovery Lady’s helper. Now,” you put on the most calm and collected voice you could manage, “what the hell do you want?”

The day was going well, before now at least, and you were not going to let some egoistic, cocky guy ruin it for you. Tug of war is a game with two different sides, and you weren’t gonna let him win victoriously. 

Bakugou’s face scrunched up at the words you spat right back at him, opening his mouth to retort something– probably an insult– before letting it fall shut with a grunt. 

“What the– Just put a bandage on this shit,” he held his arm out for you to see a scrape wound running up the length of it.

You raised an eyebrow as you glanced between the injury and his eyes that looked down at you expectantly. And waited.

“The fuck you staring at?” he spoke– yelled, really– before stepping a bit closer.

A smirk tugged up at the corner of your lips before you sat back in your spinning chair, crossing a leg over the other. Like you were the one expecting something.

“You–”

“Please.” you cut him off, lifting a hand to inspect your nails nonchalantly. Hm, maybe you should get them done.

“Like hell I’m saying that, do something about–”

“Please.”  you repeated, emphasizing the word in a louder tone. You looked at him from behind your lifted hand, the smirk that once teased at your mouth now sitting there fully– mocking him.

“Fine! Fuckin’ fine!”  Bakugou snarled, his pearly whites peeking from under his lips. “Will you please do something about this?”

Satisfied, you responded, “‘Kay,”

———

Perhaps you should’ve bit your tongue before you spoke to the oh so great Bakugou Katsuki. In your defense, you didn’t know he’d hold it against you. You were joking, obviously. It was obvious. Right?

And so, everytime he walked into the nurse’s office, he’d send you the same nasty glare, practically seething through his teeth as he made eye contact with you. You knew exactly why he did the gesture every time he came in, but how long did this guy hold grudges for? It wasn’t like you publicly humiliated him or anything. 

“Why are you always looking at me like that?” you asked him one day as the Recovery Lady escorted him to one of the vacant cots, leg stretched out as you leaned back in your chair. 

“Hah? Like what?” he grunted in your direction as he took a seat, an eyebrow raised in curiosity? Irritation? Probably both.

“Mm,” you looked up to the roof as if you were thinking, “Like you like me or something, I mean it’s really flattering but you don’t have to sta—”

“As if. I’d rather watch an elephant take a dump than stare at your face any day,” Bakugou inputted as he lifted his arm to allow Recovery Lady to heal the injury along his bicep.

“Oh really? I didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff, Bakugou,” 

You fidgeted with the pen in your hand as you watched his face scrunch up. 

“You know what—”

Just as he was about to rise and stand from his spot, Recovery Lady quickly and gently pushed him to sit back down. 

“Y/N,” she emphasized your name with a familiar tone, “I think we’re running low on bandages, could you go get some from the storage room?” 

Even though her words were anything but hostile, you and Bakugou could tell she was scolding you. You let out a sigh. 

“Yeah, I can,” 

Getting up from your seat, you set your things down before making your way to the door. Not before stealing one more glance at Bakugou. He was also staring back at you, but this time there was a bit of cockiness in his eyes. Getting the last word never hurt anybody.

You slid the door open, eyes still locked with his, “You know, you’d probably look cute as well if you didn’t look like you were constipated 24/7,” 

“The fuck—”

Quickly sticking your tongue out at him, you shut the door before he was able to finish his sentence.

———

The nurse’s office had been particularly quiet today. The slow day in the office gave you more free time to yourself, which allowed you to catch up on a couple past assignments. Only two or three people came in before the lunch bell rang. After packing your bag, you waved off Recovery Lady as you excused yourself to the cafeteria.

And when you returned, it was still quiet. You quickly noticed that it was also void of Recovery Lady, the short woman nowhere to be seen. As you slid the door shut behind you, you heard a hushed groan come from one of the beds. Your head snapped to the source of the noise, quietly stepping closer to the person. 

Almost naturally, you recognized the disheveled blonde hair. Bakugou. 

But this was different. New. He was quiet for once, and the eyes that almost always were glaring at you were closed shut. Your body relaxed at the unusual sight of him. And maybe if you were crazy, you would’ve thought he was cute. 

As you got closer, you noticed the slight crease in his eyebrows, as well as the bandage that was wrapped around his torso. 

Perhaps you got too caught up in the moment, though. Too caught up in the way his chest slowly rose with each breath, the way his skin seemed to glow under the sun’s filtered light. So caught up that you didn’t realize those familiar crimson eyes were staring back up at you.

“You a pervert now?” his voice cut through silence, causing you to tense and step back. “The hell are you looking at?”

For a moment, it felt like your voice was caught in your throat. You caught yourself trying to find something to look at. Something other than him.

“Looks like you’re in quite a predicament,” you commented with a breathy laugh, not really knowing what else to say. Stupid joke.

“No, really?” sarcasm was laced in his tone, but you could hear the struggle as he grunted quietly afterwards.

Maybe you’d spare him for the day.

“Recovery Lady hasn’t gotten to you, yet?” you asked as you slowly made your way to your desk, setting down your bag.

“Nah,” he let out a huff as he sat up, “Shit— she wasn’t here when I got here,”

Letting out a hum in response, “Do… Do you want me to help you then?” you asked, even though you already knew the likely answer.

“What the hell do you think—” 

“You know, on second thought I have some homework—”

He let out an exasperated sigh before surrendering once again, “Yes. Yes, please. Help me,”

Biting back a small smile, you turned back around to make your way back to the injured man. You pulled up a chair next to the bed, sliding in closer. After gesturing him to lay back down, your hands carefully peeled back the bandages that covered the wound. You’d never get used to the sight of blood. 

You could feel the way his body tensed every time your hand neared his injury, though you tried your best not to touch it at all. 

“Sorry if it hurts a little,” you said, lifting your hands over the gash, “Just do your best to relax,”

“Whatever,” Bakugou responded as he turned his head away from you. 

It happened in a flash. From his peripheral view, he saw your hands glow, and the next thing he knew: he was fine again. Not a scar, scratch, or wound in sight. Like it wasn’t even there. 

Though you enjoyed the perplexed look in his eyes, you could feel yourself becoming rather light-headed. You took a deep breath before standing up and going back to your desk to get your water bottle. 

As you took a sip of your water, you watched as he sat up in the cot, lifting up his shirt to examine the skin. 

“Never seen a quirk before?” you laughed at his amusement.

His face quickly snapped back to his normal grouchy look, “No, just didn’t know you had a quirk at all, you usually just bandage my injuries up. Plus healing quirks are rare,”

“Mm, I get that a lot,” you mused, twisting the cap back onto your water, “It’s just a normal healing quirk though. I’ve been working with Recovery Lady to train it’s capabilities,”

Bakugou grunted in response. Silence filled the room for a moment before he decided to speak up. 

“Gonna head back to class,” he stated curtly, swiftly putting his blazer back on before stepping towards the door, “Thanks, I guess,” 

With one last glance back at you, he was gone. Leaving you and the rapid thumping of your heart alone in the room once again. 

———

“Is anyone sitting here?” a gruff voice came from above.

With the rest of the noise in the cafeteria, you nearly didn’t hear him. Your eyes gazed up from your food toward him, eyebrow shooting up in question.

“Uhm,” you swallowed the food in your mouth before responding, “what does it look like to you?” 

You gestured to the empty seats around you before going back to poking at your lunch.

“Tch, just asking,” Bakugou murmured under his breath as he tugged a chair out from under the table and took a seat.

As you ate, you couldn’t help but sneak a couple of glances his way. Just why was he sitting with you? Was this his own silent way of tormenting you?

“So,” you started before clearing your throat, “what do you want?”

You could see him freeze mid-bite, eyes shooting up to you.

“To eat? What else?” he grunted nonchalantly.

Well no shit.

“Oh really? Didn’t know that,” you rolled your eyes, “why not eat with your friends?”

“Don’t wanna,”

Your lips pulled into a thin line before you gave up. You dismissed him as you continued to finish your lunch. After this you’d probably have enough time to take a nap in the nurse’s office. In an attempt to finish your food without starting some random argument with the blonde next to you, you kept the interactions to a minimum.

After you finished, you debated your options. Did you say goodbye or just… leave? Just leaving would be rude, wouldn’t it? Well who cares, you sure don’t–

“Hold on,” he called out, catching your attention.

You watched as he quickly finished the rest of his lunch, gathering his stuff before standing up. 

“What–”

“Alright, let’s go,” he said as he walked past you towards the garbage can.

“Uh,” you followed shortly after him with your trash, “go where?”

Stacking his tray with the others, he sent you a glare with a rough, “Where else?” 

When you didn’t respond with a word but instead with a confused look, Bakugou sighed and continued. 

“The nurse’s office,” 

Your mouth dropped open in a silent “Ohh”. You tugged your bag over your shoulder as you walked up next to him.

 The walk through the halls was rather silent other than the couple of students that walked past the two of you. But not a word was said between the two of you. At least until he opened his mouth. 

“So, what are your plans after graduating?” he asked, hands in his pocket as he continued to walk by you. 

You let your eyes scan the exterior through the wide UA windows when you responded, “Hm, I think I’ll find a job in a hospital? I think I wanna work in some field with heroes, but I’m not quite sure yet… And you?”

“Obviously I’m gonna a hero,” Bakugou scoffed with a smirk, “Gonna be the best one, at that,” 

“I see,” you let a light laugh slip out at his confidence.

“What’s funny, huh?” he asked, voice suddenly scarily serious. 

Your eyes widened, “Nothing, nothing– It’s just we barely have normal conversations like this. I guess,” you quickly added.

Bakugou hummed in response, coming to a quick stop as the two of you reached the nurse’s office’s door. 

“Well,” you step closer to the door, “Thank you for walking me here, Bakugou,” you smiled.

“Katsuki,”

“Hm?”

He rolled his eyes, “Just call me Katsuki,” he turned the other way quickly before waving you off, “Later, nerd,” 

A laugh escaped you as you watched him walk away, waiting a couple of more moments before walking into the office.

Maybe if you stared for a little longer you would’ve seen the way his ears reddened at your smile.

———

“Oh! Good afternoon Bakugou and Kirishima!” the voice of the elderly woman snapped you awake, causing you to jump in your seat.

You could hear a snicker come from a certain person as you turned to see the two who entered the room.

Your eyes were met with a seemingly beaten up Kirishima and Bakugou, the two having scruffs, scratches and bruises on their skin.

“What were you guys doing this time?” Recovery Lady escorted the two to their own beds, tending to Bakugou’s injuries and gesturing to you to help Kirishima.

“Ah, just training, same as always,” the red head responded with a smile, “Oh, hey Y/N,”

You could feel the ends of your mouth tug upwards at his greeting, “Hey,”

“How’s everything been?” 

As you continued your chatter with Kirishima and helped him with his injuries, you didn’t seem to see or feel the daggers of stares that Bakugou sent in your direction.

On the other hand, Bakugou didn’t even know why he felt like this. 

What was he pissed about? It’s not like the two of you are friends. Did you consider him a friend? Yet why did it feel so utterly annoying to watch you interact with some other guy? 

That was beyond Bakugou. 

Maybe he already knew the answer. And maybe he didn’t want to come to terms with what that answer held.

Either way he couldn’t take another second of this.

“Bakugou? Where are you going—”

The sound of Recovery Lady’s frantic voice caught the attention of you and Kirishima. Your eyebrow raised in confusion as the blonde made his way to the door with the little lady following him.

“You’re not fully healed yet,” the old woman claimed.

“It’s fine,” 

“Let him,” Kirishima said after Bakugou slammed the door shut. “He’s been a little off lately,”

You wrapped a bandage around Kirishima’s elbow, “Off? How?”

Kirishima’s eyes looked up in thought, “He’s been kinda closed off lately; barely comes to our hangouts,”

“Ooh,” you sighed as you continued helping the guy in front of you.

There was a seedling of worry planted in your stomach, and you barely had any clue why. It’s not like you guys were close. He was just some guy who came to the nurse’s office like every other student. Maybe those late nights staying up were finally catching up to you. 

After cleaning up and sending Kirishima off, you were finally left alone. Recovery Lady had left a while ago to fetch some supplies from the storage room. And so that left you and your thoughts alone in the office.

———

A week had gone by.

A week had gone by, and there had been radio silence from Bakugou.

Either training had slowed down or he was completely avoiding you. And either way, it still made you a bit sad. Only a bit. 

Days in the nurse’s office were slow and lonely. You never made a real connection with anyone. People came and people left. They come to get healed and leave. No side talk, albeit a few exceptions. Bakugou being one of those.

 There were times where you thought you saw him entering the nurse’s office when you were leaving, but the glimpses were so small that you chalked it up to your imagination.

It felt like he was consuming your every thought, so you had no choice but to accept the fact that maybe you had a crush on Bakugou. Maybe.

But so what? That was normal, everyone had a crush on him at one point. Too bad you fell victim along with the rest of them, though.

Admitting to yourself that you liked Bakugou was hard, but having to actually deal with the feelings you had was harder. One, because you’ve never really had a serious crush. And two, he was nowhere to be seen. Having a crush on him made your heart beat so quick that you’d use your quirk on yourself to make sure you weren’t having heart problems.

Soon, one week turned into two.

And it seemed like the office was only getting busier as the third years prepared for their finals. Everyone was in and out as they practiced their hand to hand combat more vigorously and more often.

The first couple of days, it was easy. But towards the end of the week, you began to fatigue. Having to balance your own finals and running around the office having to use your quirk over and over was doing a number on you. 

The injuries were becoming worse, the amount was increasing. At times, you were dizzy with how many times you’d have to keep turning around from bed to bed to help someone new. 

Then there was a calm. You barely noticed a full week of finals had swung by, leaving the clinic empty and quiet. 

“Is it alright if I nap during the passing period?” you turn in your chair to Recovery Lady, who is stocking up the medicine cabinets.

“Of course, you should be fine, if anything I can handle anyone who comes in,” she tells you.

You sigh in relief as you walk to the nearest bed on weak legs, basically melting into it as soon as your body hits the cushion. You knock out on the spot, letting your well-deserved slumber overcome you.

———

 Your slumber is interrupted by a slight jolt to the bed frame you’re lying on. You groan as you flip onto your other side. The light escapes through your lashes, creating a blurred light illusion with a silhouette. Your eyes shot open, a silhouette? 

You become conscious of yourself as soon as you realize the one before you is none other than Bakugou Katsuki. There’s a stupid grin on his face which makes you want to slap it right off of him. You sneakily nudge at the drool on the side of your mouth and adjust your clothing and appearance.

“Finally awake, sleeping beauty?” he says from the seat beside you, and it feels like forever since you’ve last heard that voice of his.

“Yeah, because of someone,” you grumbled, eyebrows scrunching up. He laughs, laughs, as his eyes focus on you.

“It’s getting late,” is all he says.

You have half a mind to respond, until you remember that he’s been avoiding you. Your eyebrows tighten together impossibly closer, as you flip to face away from him.

“You’re a dick,” you say matter-of-factly. “You’ve been avoiding me, I’m not stupid,”

Your eyes are jittery as they look everywhere. Trying to focus on something in the room to distract yourself from all of the possibilities of what might come out of his mouth.

“Why do you care?”

His words cause you to sit up, facing him once more. “What do you even mean, why? I used to see you everyday, then suddenly you just walked out and I never saw you again,”

Bakugou’s eyes slightly roll at your words, and it kind of hurts.

“I just thought maybe we were…” your words trail off causing Bakugou to stare at you more intently.

“Were what?”

“I don’t know, friends, or some shit,” you bury your head in your hands out of embarrassment.

“Did I say we weren’t?”

“Well, you never said we were,”

“Didn’t think I had to,” he says, “Thought you were smarter than that, doc,”

You smile at the nickname. “You can leave now, I’m awake, I just have to close up the clinic. Why were you here in the first place?”

“Had to make sure you weren’t dead or something,”

Laughing, you get up to fix the bed sheets. The words that fly out of your mouth come out on their own. 

“What, do you like me or something?”

“Probably,”

His careless response didn’t register in your mind at first, but when it did, you could feel the heat rush from the back of your neck up to the tips of your ears. 

“W-What? You can’t just say that… weirdo,” your eyes flick up at him then back down to the sheets, fluffing up the already neat pillows. 

Silence filters through the room, the only noise filling your ears being the noise of cotton and linen being moved around. Along with the sound of your heartbeat thumping in your ears. It felt so loud, that you swear he could probably hear it as well. You didn’t know what to do, was this real life?

Did those words really just come out of his mouth?

His head tilted and you could feel his gaze on you. It was nerve-wracking, and you were just hoping and praying he’d say something that’d clear your mind. A small, “just kidding,” would be nice right about now. The hurt you’d feel from that would be better than the anxiety you felt at this instant. 

“Say what?” he mocks, and it causes your eye to twitch.

You decide you’re not playing these games with Katsuki Bakugou today, “Oh nothing, must’ve been the wind,” you flutter your eyes before turning the other direction to fix up another bed that looks like it’d been used.

A hand on your wrist puts a stop to your motions, and it immediately makes your head turn back to meet his eyes. 

“B- Katsuki–”

You’d usually be able to come up with something snarky, but right now all your words were caught in your throat. You were actually scared to say the wrong thing for once.

“You were joking right?” you ask him, nervous for what his answer might be.

Bakugou is quick to retort, “Depends, were you?”

You gulp down your anxiety before giving him a response, “N-No,”

“Then? Use that smart little brain of yours, doc,”

“Say it,” you demand, “I’m not playing this little game with you, so say it,”

His ruby eyes roll before connecting gazes with yours once again, “I like you, or something,” he mimics your words from earlier.

You can feel yourself fluster. The dizziness in your head almost made you convince yourself that you were dreaming. If this was a dream, you wanted All Might himself to pop out and punch you across the face.

“Why don’t you say something now, hm?” his grip around your wrist loosens to a more gentle grasp.

His face closens to yours, the distance between the two of you is only breaths-length. 

“Since you’re so smart, you tell me,” you sass, “Take a guess, smartass,” 

A smile quirks at the corner of his mouth, “You’re such a dick,” he whispers under his breath before closing the distance completely, his lips locking with yours. 

Your eyes widen at the pure shock, but you ultimately melt into the kiss. It’s sweet and you can feel the two of you smiling into it. 

When the two of you part, you can feel slight embarrassment wash over you. “You’re an ass, you didn’t even let me confess, my high school sweetheart experience is ruined forever, 

Bakugou lets out a breathy laugh at your words, “Thought you wanted me to take a guess,” 

“And if you were wrong?” 

“Hah, as if,”

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Meme redraw

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"You know this is a weird place to do your work, right?"

"This is the perfect place to get work done," you argue staring at your book as your friend plops down into the seat next to you.

"Uh...the dorm lobby? Seriously? It's like all the cons of the common room and the library in here. Hello?" She snaps her fingers at you when you don't look up. "Are you even listening? There's no way you can be this focused."

"I'm studying," you mutter dismissively and low as your eyes reflexively flick up to the clock on the lobby wall then back to your book then to the glass doors.

She snorts, dismissive. "Yeah. And I'm Michelangelo reincarnated."

"The... Philosopher?" you reply half-heartedly, too focused on glancing at the faces walking into the lobby over the top of your book.

"No, the teenage mutant ninja turtle," she retorts in irritation. Seriously, what," she leans into your space matching her line of sight with yours, "or who are you looking for?"

"Oh my god, stop." You shove her away just in time.

As she flops back into her seat he comes into view.

Sweaty and glorious, flush from a fresh workout at the gym.

You toe-the-line of staring over the top of your book as the most attractive person you've ever seen let's himself into the building. The early morning sun catches his light caramel skin making his biceps glow as he opens the door, emerald eyes sweeping the lobby before checking something on his phone.

"Ohh..my...god..." your friend murmurs low and heady.

"You like girls," you remind her in irritation admiring his spikey-but-still-soft-looking dark hair.

"No shit, but a vegan can appreciate the skill it takes to prepare such a good cut of meat."

"You're incorrigible."

"And you're hopeless." She turns a flat, unsympathetic look on you. "Let me guess, you sit here just to catch a glimpse of him on his walk back from the gym."

"What?" you shrug, unrepentant. "I just want to sample the wine, not run the vineyard."

She almost cackles. "And you call me incorrigible for my metaphor?"

"I don't know what you want from me," you mutter and settle into your chair actually reading your book now as he disappears into the stairwell, the little Godzilla keychain on his bag still swinging.

"Umm, maybe just, I don't know, talk to him?"

"Yeah, sure." You roll your eyes. "I'll just go up to him and introduce myself like this is isn't a weird place to...I don't even know what it would be."

"It would be more productive than whatever you're claiming you're doing here." She nudges your foot with hers. "Like a meet-cute."

"Blegh," you fake-wretch repeating the phrase "meet-cute."

She opens her mouth to retort but before she can say anything else you shoot her a dark look.

She takes the cue and gives you space to read before you have to leave for class and, blessedly, doesn't bother you the next day.

It's odd.

For someone who enjoys giving you a hard time and never misses a chance to say something just for the reaction she's surprisingly...absent.

It's on the third day of this absence that you realize why.

You're reviewing notes this time when your eyes flick to the clock then out the glass doors down the sidewalk--and you freeze.

He is talking

to her.

They split when the sidewalk does, your friend turning in the direction of the dining hall while your morning mystery man continues this way.

He always comes this way, you try to remind yourself, this is his dorm, this is totally normal and there's nothing odd about you sitting here either this is your dorm, too, and you're always here in the morning and he's going to turn like he always does and go into the stairwell and oh god why is coming this way your friend was right this is such a weird place to do your work why didn't you choose someplace inconspicuous!?

Your eyes dart around the lobby but there's no where to hide or run and suddenly the innocent attraction seems a lot creepier as he walks straight up to you.

"Hey," he says in a hard-to-read-but-still-alluring-tenor words shaping around an accent you can't place and motions at the chair next to you. "Anyone sitting here?"

It's hard to answer when you're not breathing so you shake your head trying not to panic.

"So uh...did you see that..." he awkwardly glances back outside, "...that girl I was talking to outside?"

You plot her downfall a hundred different ways as you nod, answering without speaking again.

"Well..." He shifts awkwardly and you brace yourself.

This is it.

This is when he calls you out on oogling him every morning for the past...you're not even sure how long it's been anymore but it's been long enough that he's going to call you out and order you to stay away from him.

"She kind of...what's the phrase," he pauses thinking for a moment and you guiltily admire the serious thoughtful dip of his brow,"...called me out?"

You stiffen.

"I don't know how she did it..." He shyly smiles--more shy than you could imagine anyone as attractive as him being--and rubs the back of his neck. "But she put it together that I...I always come back from the gym when I know you'll be here..."

He stares at his feet with all the insecurity of someone who's never done this before and it's endearing. "So she" --he makes air quotes-- "strongly suggested that I introduce myself."

Some small part of you acknowledges that your friend was right...this place is a little weird for getting work done--

He hesitantly, apologetically, and maybe a little hopefully meets your eye. "So...Hi. I'm Hajime." He gives a small wave. "I'm the one who's been checking you out."

--but perfect for something else.

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Bungo Stray Dogs Key Animation

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You summon your resolve for this.

It's clear that something's going on with Atsumu and it's not only your responsibility as manager to check on him but your feelings for him, still deeply rooted after all these years, that guide you forward.

"'Tsumu?..." Your voice is low and gentle but it carries across the empty gym.

His eyes close and grips the bench like he needs to be steadied.

"Hey...what's wrong?" You walk up to him but can't bring yourself to sit next to him; it's too intimate.

"If I ask ya something..." his honeyed gaze slowly meets yours, "would ya promise ta answer honestly?"

You shift, sensing the implications behind his words. "I...I'll try."

"Does any part of ya..." he's watching your reaction intently, determinedly. "...still have feelings fer me?"

"What?" you whisper, taken aback.

Cotton fills your mouth as he asks again "does any part of ya still have feelings fer me?" His brow turns up in desperation. "'Cause I'm still in love with you."

Disbelief knocks you back a step and you resist the urge to ask 'what' again.

Still...

Still....

Still......

the word swirls through your mind like draining water.

No...

He didn't...

He doesn't....

Atsumu slowly rises to his feet, his eyes and voice pleading from the depths of his soul. "Please...if any part of ya feels anything...if I have any chance...please..." He reaches out, freezing when you take another step back.

You know what you should say.

You should say no. Lie and deny. Shut. this. down. before either of you get in any trouble. Before your heart is put in any danger.

But the expression on his face compels you toward honesty and the words slip out before you can stop them.

"We can't."

You take another step back but Atsumu mirrors you this time, stepping forward at the same time

because you didn't say no.

"Why not?" he asks--no--demands.

The setter feels the entire planet under his feet empowered by your evasion.

"It--No, that's not what I meant to say."

He steps forward first this time and you step back, maintaining that infuriating distance from him. "What did ya mean ta say, then? Do ya have feelings fer me or don't ya?"

"It-I-It doesn't matter." You square your shoulders summoning the most manager-ly expression you can. "Anything beyond the staff-athlete relationship is expressly forbidden in our contracts."

Atsumu curses in his mind. Damn. That damn contract that finally got him a chance to talk to you alone is coming back to bite him.

He takes another step forward, testing, and you step back again.

"So we can't even be friends?"

You frown, exhaling through flared nostrils. "Is that what you meant?"

He holds your gaze considering the question for a moment.

He wants to lie.

He wants to cling to whatever opportunities he has to get close to you

but he can't.

He can't deny the compulsion in his chest, the desire he's always had to reach further, sink lower, try harder, do his best for the best possible outcome

and he's not going to start now.

He's not going to settle for a friendship when that's what the two of you had before and neither of you were satisfied.

"Is that what you meant?" you ask again, softer this time as if you're hopeful he'll say yes and make this whole situation easier for the both of you. "Did you mean do I still have feelings for you as a friend?"

Atsumu's eyes flash.

"No."

~

"Another startlingly perfect performance last night by the MSBY Black Jackals' setter Miya Atsumu--"

Atsumu smirks as he pops a straw into his protein shake.

"--leaves his fans and opponents heartbroken as he hints at a special someone in a post-game interview."

He takes a long draw of the shake as he watches his own face fill the screen, some low-tier reporter holding a microphone for him. "Well, when you've got the right person watching..." he winks at the camera "it's easy ta shine yer brightest."

A moment later he gets a text.

-really? 'it's easy to shine your brightest'?! what are ya, a fuckin' light bulb?

Now grinning his texts his brother back: No, scrub. I'm a STAR

-nah. you look like a lightbulb with that dumb hair

He plops on the couch not bothering to dignify Osamu's insult with a response; he gets another text anyway.

-heard anything back yet?

Sucking down more protein shake he replies: not yet. Hopefully soon.

~

This season is going well.

Suspiciously well.

After that night in the gym when you not-so-subtly avoided answering Atsumu's questions about feelings the setter's been exceeding everyone's expectations.

Foster's pleased.

Meian's impressed.

Even the owners have come to every home game enjoying their team more than they have in a long time all thanks to their newest rookie who's made opponents crumple and fans swoon.

He's been on his best behavior in press conferences. Kept the teasing of his teammates to a bare-ish minimum.

So everything's fine. Everything's...fine? Everything's fine!

If you keep telling yourself, it's going to be true. Surely.

Right?

Because Atsumu's been more respectful than you could have imagined after that night.

Keeping his distance, being genuine, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the collar of his shirt so it rides up and flashes a ridiculously toned abdomen conveniently in your direction--

Okay he hasn't been perfect.

Sometimes he stands a little closer than necessary to look at something you're showing him, even leaning over your shoulder.

Sometimes his gaze lingers on you.

Sometimes you find your favorite snacks on your desk; snacks that trigger the nostalgia of stopping at the convenience store as you walk home from high school.

Sometimes his fingers greedily brush yours when you hand out water bottles.

Every stolen moment stacks up in your chest because it's all you have. You've talked this over with your mom who recognized Atsumu right away--

"That golden boy you were obsessed with in high school."

"Mom!"

--and you know all roads lead to heartbreak.

Either something will happen and one--or both--of you will lose your jobs, one of you will move to a different team so you can date but then you won't see each other as much, or Atsumu will grow tired of waiting for you and choose someone he can actually be with and you'll have to watch from the sidelines.

Literally.

When he comes off the court with a victory against EJP he stops right in front of you grinning like he's won the lottery.

"Good game 'Tsumu," you murmur and he somehow hears you over the cheering crowd.

"Thanks."

You'd like nothing more than to congratulate him with all the love in your heart but you hold back. The air between you fizzles and sparks.

Bokuto jumps on his back and you let the team's celebration carrying him away

out of reach.

He sits next to you on the bus ride home that night. Meian and Tomas sit across the aisle and keep him occupied but your legs keep touching with every bump and jostle of the bus.

You rest your head against the window willing sleep to come so you don't have to endure the agony of what you can't have and it does. You slump against the glass. The bus turns and shifts your weight.

An innocent gesture of physics from the universe that puts your head on his shoulder.

You're too deep asleep to notice the way his breath catches and Meian chuckles lowly reaching around to drape his jacket over you but it's so massive that it covers the arm you're resting against.

Meian and Tomas lower their voices excluding Atsumu in a way that would have been very obvious had the setter not been consumed with your relaxed weight against him. Heart throbbing, pulse racing, he takes a leap

and holds your hand.

Covered by Meian's jacket he slips his fingers between yours and you flex, holding him back in your sleep.

~

"Congratulations Miya." Foster's smile is proud, almost paternal, from his seat at the conference table.

Atsumu feels a spark of pride in his own chest as he looks down at the official document: an extended contract.

The MSBY owners, Foster, Meian, and Kuroo from the JVA are there, all eyes expectantly on him as he flips through the pages.

"This is great." He smiles but it doesn't touch his eyes. "But there's somethin' in here I need ta negotiate."

Atsumu's practiced this.

He met with a lawyer, reviewed his current contract, and prepared all the necessary dialogue to navigate this delicate situation. To undo the one line of legal text that stands between the two of you.

He can see it in their eyes. The gears turning in their minds. They know you're the one he intends to pursue and they're going to agree to change his contract then not renew yours but he. has. prepared.

"An' just in case yer thinkin' of dumpin' our precious manager," he pulls out two more documents, "these are signed statements from the team condoning a relationship between the two of us and promising to leave if you try to make a staff change."

Their hands are tied.

And when you find out?

When you leave after renewing your contract--your newly amended contract--and plan to go straight to him only to find him waiting anxiously outside the conference room? You don't hesitate. You reach for each other

and the space between you disappears.

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HOWL

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wc: 700

warnings/content: non-con? (sfw)

part 7. directory here.

--

A while ago, you and Atsumu had made plans to celebrate the end of finals week by taking a trip to a nearby town for the weekend. With the events from last night looming above you, that obviously isn’t happening so you pack your things and sneak out to make the earliest train to your hometown to escape potential confrontation. 

There was a part of you that had hoped that Atsumu had camped outside your door the entire night to catch you and desperately apologize and beg you to stay. Shame burned at your cheeks when you scanned the entire hallway and found it empty and clear as it is any normal day. 

With that, you speed off to the station before you can embarrass yourself any further. 

–

The break at home is welcome. Not to say that you’re not still utterly heart-broken, but the reprieve from Atsumu is much needed, however short. You steel yourself for the inevitable encounter as you return to your apartment a week later, making sure to wipe any delusions of Atsumu waiting for you from your mind. Anticlimactically, you survive the short trek from your building entrance to your door in peace.

It’s much later, when you’re leaving for your first class of the semester that it finally happens. By now, you’ve had plenty of time to run all the possible scenarios and plan your respective responses. Predictably, he marches straight up to you when your eyes meet. You immediately move to avoid him but you must be equally predictable to him because he grabs hold of your wrist before you can put any more distance between you two. 

“Where have you been,” he breathes. 

Yep, you had thought through this scenario. This is manageable. 

“Away from you,” you return evenly, trying to twist out of his grip. 

He sucks in a breath at that, like you had just punched him in the gut. Not a bad idea.

“Baby-”

Pet names were scenario C of your imagination. Nothing you can’t handle. 

“Don’t call me that,” you say, still trying to writhe away. 

He tightens his hold and pulls you that much closer. This makes you stiffen up. You had thought of the physical contact route, but had no countermoves for his brute strength. 

“Let go,” you seethe. 

“Not until you let me apologize.” 

“You can apologize all you want. I won’t accept anything, and nothing is going to change,” you recite your practiced lines. 

Atsumu seems to be figuring out what is and isn’t working, and words aren’t, so he focuses his efforts on keeping his hands on you. 

“What can I do, then?” 

“Nothing,” you answer. “We were nothing anyway, so you don’t have to act like you owe me anything.” 

You know you’re being cruel. But you just want to hurt him, make him feel what you felt. 

It works because he clenches his teeth, jaw tightening. 

“You know that’s not true.” 

“Who cares if it isn’t? You clearly didn’t.” 

He groans in frustration. “Why can’t you just- and why are you so-” 

He’s talking in a frenzy, a mix of unfinished thoughts and voice raising in volume. 

You’ve practiced a line that would end all this uncertainty. You’re late to class, you rationalize. This has to end so you can move on, you convince yourself. 

Deep breath in. 

“Miya,” you cut him off authoritatively. “There’s one thing you can do.” 

His eyes widen; he thinks you’re throwing him a bone. 

“Fuck off and stay away from me. I don’t want anything to do with you and nothing would make me happier than if I never saw you again.” 

Shaky deep breath out. It’s fine, you’re fine, it doesn’t hurt. You’re imagining it. Your vision is blurring a little but you keep repeating it. It’s fine. You’re fine. It doesn’t hurt. 

His grip on you releases, his hand dropping down at his side limply. It’s all going perfectly according to the scenarios you had run in your head. The tears in your eyes were not planned, but you’re fine. It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt. 

The damage is done and you think you’re free to go, so you turn to make your way to class and leave him behind.

That’s when you’re yanked backwards, one arm winding all the way around your waist and another palm sliding under your chin. And suddenly, his lips are on yours.

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"Hey Haji...?"

After a moment you hear his reply from the other room. "Yeah babe?"

Eyes glued to your screen as your thumb flicks through clip after clip you weakly call back "can you please come take my phone from me?"

There's a shuffle of papers followed by soft footsteps across the living room and Iwaizumi appears in the bedroom doorway with a frown.

"Is this why you're still awake?" he asks with hollow admonishment.

"Yes," you groan. Your eyes feel like you haven't blinked in hours. "I have a problem, I know."

He sighs, too in love with you to be really annoyed, so he gingerly plucks the device from your hand and plugs it in--on the other side of the room.

"You really should just delete the app."

"I know, I know." You yawn and stretch. "Thank you for rescuing me, my knight in shining armor."

"Anytime my--hold on. Did you steal my pajama shirt again?"

"Hm? I don't know what you're talking about," you say as you roll over and Iwaizumi snickers.

"You're impossible."

"Good thing you don't mind faults."

"Huh?"

You know that tone of voice and can't resist rolling over to see the adorable confusion on his face; you smirk and wiggle your eyebrows. "California? You know...where you went to school? Lots of faults? Like fault lines?"

"Ah--"

"In the Earth's crust? And me? Full of faults?

"Yep, I get it--"

"Like flaws? So you don't mind being around faults--"

"I got it," he insists with a low voice crouching over you on the bed to press his lips against yours, physically cutting you off, but he knows you don't mind; he can feel your cheeky smile. "Go to bed," he says, standing up. "The team is going to jump to conclusions if their manager is tired at practice tomorrow."

"Well...if they're already going to be thinking it," you retort in a sultry voice looking him up-and-down, "maybe we should just--"

He cocks an eyebrow at your innocent grin and, after a long moment, he sighs. "I'll cuddle only until you fall asleep. Then I'll come to bed for real after I finish my work."

You gleefully wriggle against him as he slips into bed as the big spoon wrapping his arms around you.

You sigh from the depths of your soul, content and at peace in his arms. "Thank you, Haji."

"Anytime," he replies. "Anywhere.

"Anything for you, my love."

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It hurts when Sakusa cuffs the back of his head.

"Damn it, Omi. The hell was that about?" Atsumu grumbles rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head.

"You're being creepy."

"'m not."

"You are." Sakusa glowers down his nose at the setter who turns toward the ball cart. "You've been staring ever since they walked in."

Atsumu pouts sourly as he picks up a ball, still watching you form the corner of his eye.

Why did the Adlers' manager need to come early?

Why do you have to be the one to show him around?

And...why do you look so happy?

Atsumu unabashedly trails after you as you walk the other manager out, his stomach flipping when you share a laugh. Atsumu feels a surge of rage when he hears you say

"--call me."

The Adlers' manager grins. "Talk to you soon."

You nearly crash into Atsumu when you turn back to the gym and have to stop short. "Miya." You look up at him, unamused. "What are you doing?"

He's going to ignore the pain of being called 'Miya'. For now.

"Talk to ya soon?" He scowls. "Call me?! What's he need ta call ya about!?"

"Our upcoming game?" You meet his scowl with your own. "You know, the one you should be practicing for?"

He shadows you back to the gym prepared to continue pestering you with questions but you turn abruptly, making him stop short.

"What's going on with you?" Your look cuts right through him.

After Atsumu overheard your conversation with Meian he'd been given fresh hope. Hope that maybe he could clear up the little conversation you overheard back in high school when he was rejecting someone else and explain that if it had been you confessing feelings to him it would have been a different answer.

He was hoping for a second chance.

But it's been impossible to get you on your own, to talk to you and explain everything. Your persistent evasion has to be on purpose. If he hadn't overheard your conversation with Meian he'd assume you hate him now but he did. And he knows you used to have feelings for him so the fact that you're so difficult to isolate only intensifies his hope that maybe you're just trying to get over him.

"Hello?" You snap your fingers aggressively in his face. "Earth to Atsumu. Are you in there?" When he refocuses on you, you pull back skeptically. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"I don't know." Your lip curls in disgust and you start to walk away. "Just get back to practice."

He asks around, trying not to draw suspicion to himself and from what he's been able to figure out you're not seeing anyone.

You haven't in all the time you've been with MSBY.

He drags his feet getting off the court at the end of the day, now he's dragging his feet leaving the locker room knowing, by contract, the athletes are not allowed to be here without you.

It's a cheap ploy but he needs to know why you're keeping him at arm's length.

"Atsumu, let's go," you shout from the hallway.

When he comes out of the locker room you walk away without waiting for him.

You're tired.

You're cranky.

After a long day of trying to accommodate all of the Adlers' needs and caring for a bunch of overgrown toddlers you would much rather be home, not stuck in the stadium with the one person you've been unable to escape.

You make it to the lobby doors before you realize he isn't with you. Letting out a loud groan you storm back to the locker room; it's empty and dark.

You check the gym--bingo.

Atsumu's sitting on the bench staring at the floor with such sincere distress that you hesitate.

You've been awfully impatient with him recently. Ever since you admitted to Meian that you liked Atsumu back in high school the setter's been everywhere.

It's been kind of annoying

but mostly infuriating.

The moment you saw him you knew you still had feelings for him. He was still the goofy, confident, dramatic, attractive ass you had fallen in love with and you knew this was going to be difficult. You didn't need the blonde popping up all over the place reminding you that you never had a chance and you never will.

Maybe it's for the best.

After all, even if the blonde miraculously, impossibly had feelings for you, too,

you couldn't be together. It's clearly stated in your contract.

You're not allowed to be romantically involved with any of the players.

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Atsumu knows he shouldn't be listening to this.

The fervent empathy in Meian's voice and the hushed insistence of yours makes it clear that this is a private conversation and he had every intent of walking away. He really did.

"You knew him, didn't you?" Meian asks.

Until he heard his name.

"Miya. You know him," he amends.

You don't reply.

Meian surmises "this is why you didn't come to the JVA when his contract was finalized, isn't it?"

"No," you reply hesitating before you add "not the whole reason."

"Why didn't you tell me you had a problem with him."

"Because I don't," you insist, voice still hushed. Meian must have given you a look because you say "what? I don't!"

"Then what is it?" Meian insists. "You haven't been yourself since he joined the team and I not only want to know what's going on, I need to know. We're on the same team here." You snort and there's a smile in Meian's voice when he says "exactly. Figuratively and literally."

There's a patient pause; Atsumu almost wonders if the two of you have walked off without him realizing until your voice quietly breaks the silence.

"I was in love with him."

No.

"We went to high school together," you admit to Meian.

No way.

"There was a time we were even friends…"

You?

"What happened?" Meain gently asks.

"Some people are just...not meant to be." You sigh heavily. "Look, nothing happened. That's part of why I didn't say anything. I had a huge crush on this guy, we became friends, but nothing ever came of it."

"Did he know about your feelings?"

"Yeah."

When you don't offer anything else Meian infers "but he didn't feel the same way."

"He did not. He didn't want a relationship or anything that could interfere with volleyball; he made that perfectly clear. So when high school ended we just..."

"Drifted apart?" You must nod because Meian sighs. "I'm so sorry. Are you going to be okay?"

"Of course," you answer too quickly. "This is why I didn't say anything, because I didn't want to cause drama when literally nothing happened."

The two of you continue talking but start walking away and your footsteps muddle your voices too much for Atsumu to hear what else you say. He wants desperately to chase after you and demand answers or at least sneak along and continue eavesdropping but he can't.

He's frozen.

You were in love with him back then?!

And you think he knew about your feelings? And, even worse,

that he didn't feel the same way?

His heart's ringing in his ears because while he did say that he 'didn't want a relationship or anything that could interfere with volleyball' he definitely,

without a doubt,

most certainly

did not

say it to you.

[bbymilkbread]

—Someone who can’t see the opponent standing right in front of him can’t defeat the opponent that lies beyond!

Happy Birthday to Iwaizumi Hajime!  🏐 [6.10]

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waking up next to HQ boys

+ bonus of how i imagine they sleep

ft. tsukishima, suna & kageyama

TSUKISHIMA:

this is THE experience.

i believe tsukki sleeps very nicely on his side, doesn’t hog blankets, rarely bothers you while you sleep. so in the mornings, you’re usually greeted by a mess of blond hair splayed out on the pillow beside yours.

you snuggle up closer to him, resting your cheek on his back, hearing his heartbeat thump steadily through his shirt.

after several moments, tsukki slowly reacts to the warmth radiating off of you.

“good morning, baby,” you whisper.

tsukki hums, reaching behind to take your hand and bring it over his waist. it’s not much but it’s more than needed for a stupidly wide grin to be plastered on your lips.

“i can practicaly feel you blushing,” he mumbles.

you nuzzle your face into the pillow. “shut up.”

“why should i? i think it’s kinda cute,” says tsukki matter-of-factly.

your eyes go wide. then, you giggle, holding onto him tighter. “did you just call me cute, tsukki-baby?” you coo.

“shut up. i hate that,” says tsukishima kei with a rosy tint spreading across his cheeks.

SUNA:

cuddles you before falling asleep but ends up rolling off on his own in the night. for unknown reason though, you’ll still wake up with him facing you.

his hair falls over his face, his cheek slightly smushed against the pillow. suna’s a light-sleeper so you must keep your hands to yourself if you want to admire him in his most innocent and harmless state.

the moment you move closer, suna says, “how long have you been staring, you creep?”

he opens his olive green eyes.

“only since you started snoring.”

suna gasps. “i. don’t. snore.”

“and i. wasn’t. staring.”

this makes him laugh. “glad i didn’t love an idiot.”

“can’t say the same for me.”

suna sighs, rolling onto his back.

“okay, i’ll take that as my cue to go get ready,” you say loudly, poking one feet out of the blanket before you feel hands tug at your wrist.

“don’t leave.”

when you look over your shoulders, suna’s holding onto you with both hands, blinking puppy eyes begging you to stay. you can’t refuse him.

when you’re secured in his arms, he whispers, “who’s the idiot now, princess?”

KAGEYAMA :

doesn’t let you cuddle him because you’re too distracting for him to fall asleep. funny because you’ll mysteriously wake up in his arms, his chin resting atop your head.

you try to wiggle your way out but this idiot pulls you closer and shushes you in his sleep. so you have no other option but to be nice and hug him back.

snuugling into kageyama feels amazing because one, he’s a human furnace and two, his strong arms are better than any weighted blankets.

the best part though is when he wakes up. you almost dozed off but snap out of it when he stirs. kageyama rubs his eyes with one hand, yawning into his pillow. he opens and closes his eyes several times, his chin a bit red from pressing against your hair.

he doesn’t say anything, still figuring out who he is and where he is for the first minute. when he realizes you in his arms, his blue eyes blink at you. he’s not sure what happened but he doesn’t care.

kageyama nuzzles his soft cheek against your forehead, planting a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“morning,” he says.

“morning, sleepyhead. finally worked out your name and location this morning?”

he groans quietly, sliding down so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck. “no, i haven’t. can i go back to sleep now?”

“who said they didn’t want cuddles because i was too distracting?”

“who? i don’t know that idiot.”

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𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 — whispered through the cold

tsukishima wishes he has the strength to throw away the cotton white cardigan you wore so much. that it's practically yours. but he doesn't.

he doesn't because he can remember the manner it fits you, it's a bit big on you, but that's how you prefer it to be. the little outlined stars drawn across the front of it is actually your doing, you managed to create a cute design to a plain cloth of his. you broke the record for who wears it the most, he can still smell the faint of you in it.

tsukishima wishes you hadn't given him any plushies. and now he can't seem to differentiate you and these cute things.

the first plushie he received before he was showered more from you was way back since childhood, it's color already worned out, unsaturated, gray. it's nostalgic, his chest feels pressured under longing that it aches every bit of spaces in him. it's hard to bury these beneath the shadows of boxes or closed closets, so he keeps it tucked in the far corner of the room or on the edge of the bed. never too far out of reach.

tsukishima wishes he can cook as great as you. but all he can do so far is contemplate the ends of life and take out mostly.

he remembers the shy pink warming in his cheeks when you've caught him making breakfast in pursuit of a surprise, your prior days weren't exactly the best, he had thought miracles would come if he prayed a little, though at the very least it put a smile on your face when you saw him doing the kitchen wrong.

your teasing never misses to put a tick mark in him, however, to say that cooking together is fun would be an understatement. surpressed snickers and defensive remarks results a pleasant start to the rise of the day.

tsukishima wishes…he wishes you were here.

he wishes you weren't so loud when laughing because now he still hears the soft bounces of your voice in his home when it's quiet and he can vividly recall the memory of how you snorted on a joke that absolutely didn't make any sense to him, however chimed along because your laughter was contagious.

he wishes he kept it to himself about how he likes on you doodling his face when given the chance because the second the admission moves past his lips, you've drawn him everything cute and nice on his cheeks peppered with tiny pecks that gradually turns into a cuddle session.

he wishes above on the moon who shares its secrets with him on his balcony that wherever you are, he knows he's not the one for you when you're constantly straight ahead in destinations too far for him to catch on. he knows your name doesn't suit in his tongue and the taste that leaves within is sorrowful and not overgrown sweet meadows because he knows, as though from the beginning, that he's not yours and your not his.

he wishes for the millionth time under the myriad of stars, the gentle moon, on the stars etched by you in his cardigan, on his cheekbone that was doodled with such care, on the walls that know you by heart, tsukishima wishes you were here and he could call you his and his alone. that he could utter your name with warmth. that he could bask in your presence again.

but his wishes are met with the ghost that is his condominium, reminding him endlessly of the distance that can never be reached, the dream that can never be remembered, the comforting home that he spent with you.

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