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[evamame]

anon request for kita / post marriage life in your new tiny country house

you’re in the kitchen, a place that’s still a bit bare and lacking decorations, mixing together a side salad for dinner in the only bowl you could find. from the small window above the stove you watch kita out in the field, finishing his work of tending to the rice paddy for the evening. the sun’s just begun to set, hues of pinkish orange and yellow decorating the sky. you slide open the tiny window, creating a slot for you to yell your voice out into the vast space beyond the walls of your new home. “kita, dinner’s ready!” in the distance, you see his small figure stand up straight from its crouched position and give you a glove covered thumbs up. you leave the window open to ventilate the house, letting the breeze nick your skin and the cicadas become background music.

he returns to the house quickly, going to the bathroom to wash up as you set the table. your real dining table hasn’t came in yet—everything takes longer to arrive far out in the countryside—so you sit on the carpet in the living room where the low coffee table resides. kita returns from the bathroom, throwing his towel on the arm of the couch before taking his spot on the floor across from you.

“how’s the rice going?” you ask. you don’t know much about being a rice farmer, but you act invested in his work nonetheless. kita never fails to listen intently to everything you say no matter how mundane, so it’s only right you return the favor.

“it’s goin’ well. now that it’s the summer season, i have to work on managing the fertilizer and the water,” he tells you as he picks up his chopsticks.

as he scarfs down his food, worn out and hungry as he should be from a whole day of hard labor, you look around your new living space. the area is decorated by empty shelves yet to be filled, boxes piled high that still need to be unpacked, and dim evening lighting surrounding the two of you created by the only light source not still in the moving truck—the overhead light. lines of gold stream in through the windows, fully uninterrupted without any curtains put up. your plates are mismatched, and kita sips out of ice water from a coffee mug as you use chopsticks of different lengths. your socks are just as uncoordinated, since you’ve deemed it impossible to find a matching pair in the mountain of clothes that were rearranged in turbulence on the road.

“i can’t believe we really have our own house,” you say in between bites of pork belly and lettuce.

kita smiles in agreement. “it’s kinda surreal, isn’t it? sometimes i still forget we’re even married.” his wedding ring, a sleek silver band on his ring finger, shimmers as he moves to grab a side dish. you look down at your own, a perfect match to his. his last name, now your’s too, is inscribed along the curve. you feel a weird swell deep inside your chest as you look it over. not one that’s fluttering, not a fleet of love like you felt when you two were still teenagers crushing over each other. rather you feel something more permanent, something you know will be there forever as long as you two keep the rings on your fingers. a warm and comforting feeling—home.

your new home, the paperwork for it written under your shared last name, isn’t necessarily big. there’s nothing more than cozy cottages within the walls of the countryside. all the room has been saved for large expanses of fields filled with beautifully colored flowers and rice farms overflowing with fertility and growing life. you hadn’t expected you’d ever find yourself in a place like this, but kita brought you here and so you can’t bring yourself to mind it. even through simple things like these, sitting in a comfortable silence over a small meal in a tiny and empty home, everything feels right. like it’s all you’ve ever wanted and all anything was ever meant to be. maybe that’s because, and you realize this as you watch him sit across from you, that the man you’ve become newly weds with is the only part of your life you need to feel fulfilled. as long as he’s there, the time spent lousing around on the wooden front porch doing nothing and taking slow walks across long quiet roads is all worth it. and you can’t wait for every evening to come where it’s just him and you, in the solitude of your sanctuary, tending to rice fields and spinning salads under the sunset lights.

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[evamame]

Hi, I wanted to ask if you could do some fluff of Kita Shinsuke as a married couple in their quiet country house, pls? <3

I really love how you write!!

yes i can! tysm for the request!! 🫶

read here

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atsumu’s mini me always has his back / baby fluff

atsumu is on the phone, arguing with somebody over an advertisement shoot that he doesn’t want to do. he’s been going at it with the person on the other end for a while, you and your baby sat nearby.

“like i said, it’s not—” atsumu begins.

“baa!” your son yells, his stubby hands thrown up in exasperation just like his father.

you and atsumu both pause, your son looking up at his dad expectantly with wide eyes, gauging his reaction. did he just back up his papa in an argument he doesn’t even understand? when atsumu swore to you once you got pregnant that he’d make a mini me, it turns out he really meant it.

before you have the chance to break out into a fit of laughter—atsumu holding his own in—he continues, now addressing your baby with a smirk. “that’s exactly what i was saying! ya’ get it, little man.” maybe he’s a bit too enthusiastic as he speaks (bold words to describe the atsumu miya), but it just makes your son laugh at his father’s agreement with adorably loud cackles.

he goes on again, babbling and animatedly moving around as if whatever he’s saying actually makes sense. atsumu just goes along with it, attentively nodding his head. “oh, yeah, totally,” he says before switching to address the phone, “ya’ hear that? even ma’ son agrees with me!”

his marketing manager on the other end is just as confused as he should be. “mr. miya, isn’t your son an infant?”

“a hella smart one!” atsumu declares, holding his hand out in a fist to your son with a grin. his tiny one meets it for a fist bump, followed with even more incoherent words. “yup, so true. that’s ma’ boy!”

extra

“he loves me!” “well, you’re his dad. of course he loves you.” “yeah, but like, he didn’t even know what was going on and he backed me up! that’s true love. we’re tight.” “can you be any tighter than with someone you share genes with?” “we should’ve named him ‘tsumu junior. or maybe the second.” “definitely not.”

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[evamame]

bed bug / kita shinsuke baby fluff

“kita, come here!” you call your husband from your shared bedroom.

he rushes from the kitchen where he was prepping dinner, peering through the door. “what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“we have a bed bug. it’s like, some weird type though. never seen it before.”

his brows furrow at that. “bed bugs? how come? we just washed the sheets last night.”

“no idea. check this out.”

he walks over to one side of the bed, tentatively looking for any sign of insects crawling over the otherwise pristine white fabric. “hm. . . you sure it wasn’t something else? i don’t see anything.” and in perfect timing, under the mountain of blankets piled to beat the winter chill (because you both run cold), he hears muffled babbling. he leans in closer, and your baby boy appears from underneath the covers, lifting himself up and peering his head out to surprise kita.

“papa!” he cheers, and kita shouts in mock fear that makes your baby roll over laughing. the sound brings music to your ears and an overwhelming swell in your chest.

“that’s it! told you we had a bed bug.”

kita smiles tenderly, pinching your son’s chubby cheeks. “you had me worried for a second. i thought we were gonna have to wring the house dry.”

“what type of bedbug do you think this is?”

“couldn’t tell you. but an adorable one, that’s for sure,” he says, picking up your baby and rocking him close against his chest. he peppers kisses across your son’s wispy salt and pepper hair that matches his own. “you know, if all bed bugs were like this, i wouldn’t mind welcoming them into our home.”

“i agree,” you say, smiling as kita giggles alongside your baby when he places a long kiss to his tiny nose.

“let’s get this bed bug into his own bed. good thing i won’t need to bring out my pesticide.”

“does it not work on cute bugs?” you ask, trying to contain your grin.

“chubby little monsters are immune,” he says, smiling down at your baby’s pudgy arms, puffed out cheeks, and stubby legs. even though he doesn’t share those features with his big old papa (anymore, kita’s baby pictures are a different story), he’s still the spitting image of him in every other way.

yeah, this bed bug’s gonna be worth keeping around for a while.

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a/n: saw a really cute video that inspired this

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[evamame]

osamu tattoos your daughter’s name on his wrist when she’s born. the day of her birth was an absolute miracle for him, being able to hear her cries and hold her fragile figure in his arms for the first time. as a way to show off his undying love for his little angel, he gets her name inscribed in small cursive letters across his right wrist. now he can carry her with him to work, smiling to himself at the thought of her adorable babbles and loud giggles every time he catches sight of it while shaping onigiri. his daughter is one of the most precious things on earth to him—coming up second just right after you—so his small tattoo is a homage to his overflowing love for her. it’s a way to commemorate every grabby motion she makes for him to pick her up, every stumble as she determinedly tries her best to walk, and every hand wave followed by a yell of “papa!” when he arrives home that fills his heart with an overwhelming warmth.

[evamame]

you’re sitting in ushijima’s lap, nestled comfortably between his legs as he soothingly runs the bristles of a brush through your soft locks of hair. his movements are so precise and deliberate as if he has the art of hair brushing down to a science, yet he’s so unbelievably gentle with you at the same time. he runs the brush from the roots of your hair to the very tips of the ends in a slow movement, careful not to accidentally tug on any knots and hurt you. he’s subtle with his touch, a forearm brushing a featherlight touch on your back as he repositions his arm or his knee bumping against yours when he evelopes you in his warm hold. surrounding the both of you is a silence, one that’s not awkward but more so comfortable. it’s a silence that feels natural, like home. rather than use his words, ushijima prefers this. he likes to show his love—tell you “i love you”—in the way he takes care of you as if you’re something fragile, something meant to be cherished. he keeps a warm hand on your shoulder, thumb running circles over the bone as the other one massages your scalp with the brush and helps you relax for the evening. he kisses the top of your head when he’s done, just barely even tapping your shoulder to signal for you to get off of his lap. he smiles in that soft and adoring way reserved only for you when he sees how you’ve become sleepy in the short while, making sure to be quick to put away the brush so he can return to the bedroom, tucking you in before joining you under the sheets.

[evamame]

“look of love” / iwaizumi hajime

the smallest curve at the corners of his lips. the dimple on his right cheek that’s just barely there, so subtle he rarely ever smiles hard enough for it to show. with his smile comes the faintest color of pink that taints his cheeks with a warm glow. his eyes soften just ever so slightly around you, shifting from their sharp and intimidating pierce to a comforting downturn. a sign of the ease he feels at your side, of his guard being let down. the knit in between his eyebrows softens, smoothing out from their usual furrow. his face isn’t his usual cool, collected, serious gloom. instead, he lights up. he becomes warmer. welcoming. an invitation for you to accept his love, take it for everything it’s worth. an opening, a show of the vulnerability he usually keeps hidden so deep down inside. accompanied is a soft chuckle at the words you speak. the sound would seem foreign to anyone else, something so soft and gentle coming out of his mouth. but it’s normal with you. everything feels natural when it involves you. it feels right. his love is so tangible in the way his olive green gaze follows you and only you, almost as if they’re programmed that way. programmed to admire every inch of you from head to toe, even the smallest of details. not one part uniquely you goes unnoticed to him. no matter if there’s the most gorgeous sunset view in the horizons above, or a wonder of the world for all he cares, he can’t bother to waste his time looking at it. not if you’re right beside him. why would he? he’d much rather notice the way the orange-pinkish gleam of the fading sky highlights the bridge of your nose, the color of your eyes, and the way it makes you even more radiant than you usually are. the sun sets every evening, doesn’t it? but there’s only so many times he can enjoy moments like these with you, listening to the beautiful song that is your voice and admiring the work of art that is you inside and out. so he’ll keep giving you his love until he runs dry. through his own small ways, his fleeting gazes and gentle smiles.

that’s iwaizumi’s look of love. for you and you only.

a/n: no. 1 party anthem. actual tears running from my eyes. m.list

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[evamame]

iwaizumi is one of those men that lift up the blanket and pat the spot next to them to invite you under the covers. when you make it to your shared bedroom fresh out of the shower to retire for the night, iwaizumi looks like he’s already passed out cold. blanket scrunched down to his waist, laying on his stomach, face buried into the pillow and arms hidden underneath. every contour of his muscled back and biceps are on display for you in all of their glory under the moonlight glow that seeps through the curtains. the door closes behind you with a quiet click, and to your surprise he shuffles around at the sound, turning on his side to look at you. you fuss and worry that you woke him as you walk over to your side of the bed, to which he quietly shakes his head in reply. he grabs the top corner of the blanket, holding it up and gently patting the open space beside him with a tired smile and weary gaze. you slide onto the soft mattress, where he’s quick to trap you under the sheets, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you against his chest and his strong legs tangling with yours. his face buries into your shoulder, nose rubbing against your skin as he breathes in your comforting scent and nuzzles himself impossibly close to you. his voice is a quiet murmur against your skin as he speaks.

“g’night, my love.”

[evamame]

Haii evamame!! First of all!! I literally love your writing, it’s so good!! And secondly, I know you don’t always do requests and that totally understandable but I had this random idea of like post-timeskip Kenma and kuroo where like you could be dating Kenma and it’s like your anniversary of maybe like 5-7 years and his in his prime for his career as a famous YouTuber/streamer, and like kuroo just like comes into your house that you live in with Kenma at like the butt crack of dawn and annoyingly wakes Kenma and you up while he’s on his own stream to share the “great news” of the anniversary for Kenna’s fans and like shoves the phone in your guys face but it’s just like pure chaos and crack?? I dunno?? And like Kenna gets irritated but is still loving towards you with like fondness yk?? But I thought it was funny and i completely understand if your too busy or just don’t want to do the request or it just doesn’t make much sense but I hope you have a great day/night and please take care of yourself!! Lots of love from a sincere fan!!

(P.s. sorry for the lengthy req, I didn’t know how to word it well lolol)

>_<

this request sounded so fun to write and so so cute so yess of course i can do it!

also thank you so much, everything you said was so sweet!! ily 😭🫶

read here!

[evamame]

📷 request from anon! kuroo surprising you and kenma at your house at the crack of dawn on your 5th anniversary, filming the moment on stream for all of his fans to see (post-timeskip kenma! x reader)

“happy fifth anniversary!”

kuroo’s voice startles you awake as you’re laying in bed. you sit up, a little bit disoriented, kenma’s sleeping figure still holding you tight in his arms. you look around frantically to find the source of the loud exclamation. what is kuroo’s voice doing in your house so early in the morning? as you observe your surroundings you notice that the sun is still rising, with small beams of orange light peering into the bedroom through the curtains. the light illuminates the room through the awfully thin and cheap fabric—you and kenma had bought them for temporary use while first moving in and haven’t bothered to change them since.

your eyes manage to focus as they pinpoint a large bird’s nest of black hair, the figure that dawns it leaning over the two of you with a camera shoved obnoxiously in your faces. “good morning love birds!” kuroo cheers, zooming his phone in onto kenma’s face as he wakes. “look at this chat, kenma acting like such a cutie pie, oh my goodness! isn’t this adorable?! snuggled up to the love of his life!”

kenma leans over to check the time on his nightstand, groaning as he reads 5:30 A.M. “kuroo, it’s 5 in the fucking morning. on a saturday. you asshole.”

“how did he even get in our house?” you ask kenma, a little worried and a whole lot confused.

“gave him the garage code when he left his shit here on new year’s,” he replies, voice grainy and scratchy as he rubs his hand across his face. he mumbles something along the lines of gonna have to change that before noticing the device in kuroo’s hands, freezing mid-movement. “are you recording us?”

“live streaming for your fans.”

“huh?!” both you and your boyfriend yell in unison. kenma instinctively shoves his hand in front of the camera, blocking the view of your bed heads and disheveled pajamas.

“hmm? is the ceo of bouncing ball corp camera shy?” kuroo’s voice is laced with a teasing tone, grin all smug as he shines his teeth wide across his face.

“no, but you’re filming y/n too. i’m sure she didn’t give you permission to do that at the ass crack of dawn.” he pulls the blanket over you more as if that’ll somehow help shield you from the camera that’s already captured the moment for the whole world to see. yawning, he rubs the back of his neck and groggily runs a hand through his hair. he’s not a big morning person, acting irritated at best during the early hours of the day. but of course, that’s just one way kuroo had planned to push his buttons with his master plan of breaking into your shared home.

“well, since i’m recording this big milestone for your anniversary, why don’t you take out that nice velvet ring b—”

“okay, that’s enough!” kenma yells, grabbing the phone out of kuroo’s grip and slapping his hand across his mouth to effectively cut him off. “you’re such an asshole kuroo!”

you turn under the sheets, curling against kenma’s side. “hmm? what box?”

“nothing, love.” kenma murmurs softly to you, pushing your messy hair back from your forehead before slapping kuroo across the back. “go home, stream’s over pisshead.” as kuroo winces from the impact, kenma pulls the covers further over both of you and pulls you back against his chest. it’s a moment that kuroo doesn’t waste a second to capture, seizing the opportunity for more publicity. the quick shot of it he sneaks for the chat is one they have a total field day with. when kenma sees the clips of it online later that day, he smiles to himself as he can only imagine how much crazier their reactions would have been if they saw the way he fiddled with your ring finger under the sheets, running his finger in a circular motion around it as if imitating the band of a ring.

(he’ll have to pop the question soon, before kuroo ends up actually spoiling the surprise.)

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[evamame]

lowkey i saw ur reblog and i didnt notice the user so i was like "when did i reblog that?" AND THEN I SAW THE USERNAME 😭

anyways hi pfp twin

omg we are twinning

well then hello pfp twin 👋

[evamame]

kageyama’s favorite food is anything you make for him. he love, love, loves your cooking. he doesn’t really admit it upfront—besides a quick nod of his head or a small thumbs up—but the way he scarfs down any meal you dish out to him tells you everything you need to know. besides your cooking, you know that he also loves those childish yogurt milk type drinks. you’ve seen him with them in his hand enough times to build a mountain out of the empty cartons, and the many instances you’ve found him cooped up at a vending machine as he smashes the buttons eagerly makes his slight obsession with the drink pretty clear. with that in mind, you’ve tried to incorporate that flavor into your dishes. his favorite thing you make for him that comes above all else is a yogurt sauce you put on meats and fish. he’ll scoop the stuff up fast, even dramatically lick the plate clean after he’s done eating despite the fact that he’s not one for grand gestures. you also add garlic to the yogurt sauce as vegetable dip, use it in puréed soups, and thin it to use it as a dressing in salads. it’s absolute culinary perfection to kageyama, and the food practically disappears before you even make it to the table to sit down and eat with him.

[evamame]

thanks for the tag nana!!

favorite color → indigo

last song → ‘bout it by JMSN

currently reading → mockingjay by suzanne collins

currently watching → nothing atm, last thing i watched was catching fire :p can you tell im hyperfixated over the hg series

currently craving → tikka masala. also hot honey.

coffee or tea → tea all the way

npt: @yosuk-e @sky-casino @wakatoshiiss @iwaszumi @merlucide @the-ow + anyone else!

get to know your moots tag game ! ✶ answer the questions, then tag six people

favorite color ꕀ green and brown last song ꕀ tú by maye currently reading ꕀ the luminaries by susan dennard currently watching ꕀ the great british baking show currently craving ꕀ massaman curry. like always. and like. alcohol and a couple cigs HAHA. a break too :P coffee or tea ꕀ always tea! i don't like coffee

ty for the tag @saltcxrcle ! tagging: @lelapine @toadspondofwhimsy @outof-spite @h0neyst4rz @hhoneylemon @our-lady-of-venom

[evamame]

🏐 haikyuu men meeting your parents for the first time

very excited and energetic, and super loud too. does his absolute best to leave a good impression. he cracks so many jokes and does everything in his power to make your parents laugh. he’s very comfortable and talks naturally with your parents right off the bat. very expressive and open about his love for you. comes off as a handful but also really funny and super sweet.

HINATA, nishinoya, BOKUTO, atsumu, tanaka, tendo

first impression to your parents is that he’s very mature and respectful. brings a bouquet of flowers for your mom. he also makes sure to appear really put together. sprays on a bit of his fancy cologne and all. a little bit nervous on the inside, but that’s only natural. he makes sure not to show it. what he does try and show, though, is his absolute undying love for you. he really wants to earn your parent’s trust above anything else. “she’s the love of my life. i promise i’ll take great care of her, if you allow me to do so.” doesn’t this sound a bit too much like a job interview?

(makes sure he comes back to ask for permission when he puts a ring on it!!)

USHIJIMA, IWAIZUMI, sakusa, DAICHI, akaashi

swoons your parents over so hard he’s practically flirting. the type to be greeted and welcomed into your childhood home, but not without swiftly pretending to mistake your mom as your older sister when making his entrance. “y/n, is this your older sister? no? that’s your mom?! oh wow, ma’am, you look so young!” oh, how flattering this man is. gets along with your parents a little too well. they end up constantly pestering you about when he’ll be coming back to visit again. they probably like him more than you at this point.

KUROO, oikawa, OSAMU (he also brings freshly made onigiri for your parents), suna, sugawara, atsumu (felt like he kinda fit into both)

a nervous wreck. he requires a lot of reassurance in the car ride as well as the walk to the front door before hand. ends up doing just fine though, despite stumbling over his words a couple times. your parents think he’s the absolute sweetest, most innocent cutie ever. probably ends up using a lot of honorifics and formal language subconsciously out of nerves, but it just comes off as super respectful to your parents. the whole things turn out to be a win-lose situation, and he doesn’t fumble the bag as bad as he thought he would.

ASAHI, kageyama, yamaguchi (i could not think of anyone else vro. sorry.)

masterlist | taglist | tags: @scoupsworld @amaliaaliena @mires765 a/n: multis like this are kinda hard bcs i have to lump a bunch of characters in one group, so some are probably ooc. usually don’t do them for this reason but i felt like switching things up.

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[evamame]

oh my god oh My god new moot can i please say that your iwa fic lives rent free in my head. I THINK ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME. ITS SO GOOD ITS SO GOOD ITS SO GOOD I LITERALLY REREAD IT FROM TIME TO TIME ILY FOR WRIRING IT IYS SOOOOOOOO GOOD and hi new moot sorry im not normal about iwa BUT HI!!!! i hope you’re well !!! :3

HII 🫶

ily for loving my fic your writing is also very beautiful so thank you so much i am honored!! i was giggling and kicking my feet reading this💗 i also struggle to act normal about iwa so we’re in the same boat.

[evamame]

your husband ushijima lets your kids play pretend with him whenever they want. despite his harder and more indifferent exterior, he’s awfully soft whenever his babies ask to have a little playtime. it’s not anything unusual for you to walk into the living room and see him strangely invested in acting as a princess during a pretend tea party with your daughter, or being the co-pilot on a fake flight with your son. he’s obedient and, to your amusement, plays along with anything your little angels request.

the other day you had walked into your daughter’s bedroom to find ushijima sitting cross legged on her pink rug, covered in sparkly hair clips as she used a fake blow dryer to dry his hair. his hair had gotten soaken wet after she gave him a fake scalp massage at her “hair salon.” when she’d finished her treatments, you found ushijima walking around the house with a, to say the least, terrifyingly beautiful makeover of blue eyeshadow, cheeks flushed an artificial hot pink, and a complimenting purple colored lipstick on his lips. his hair was brushed out in any and every direction, probably because the cheap toy hairbrushes your daughter has do nothing but tangle and get caught in the stands. the fake scissors worked great in giving him a nice trim off the top, though.

after washing off the cheap children’s makeup from his face before he could get some type of reaction, he can’t even catch a break to relax on the couch. before he has more than a minute to himself, your son comes toddling into the living room begging to play doctor and give him a “check up.” nothing ushijima won’t say no to for his little ones, so he lays down and allows your son to use a plastic toy stethoscope to check places a stethoscope can’t actually check. rather than checking the beating of his heart, your son uses it on his legs and arms to check for any injuries he may have gotten from volleyball. after that he injects a “special medicine” using a needle into ushijima’s. . . forehead? before finally completing the most important part of any checkup, using a thermometer to check for a fever by placing it across his abdomen. no problems, guess he’s all set!

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a/n: can’t stop won’t stop with these baby hcs

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[evamame]

iwaizumi attacking you with wet kisses all over your face while you’re bathing in the sun after he comes out from the pool soaking wet.

you’re laying on a chair beside the pool, bathing in the sunny glow that graces your skin with a comforting warmth. not in the mood for a dip, you flip through the pages of your book leisurely as you enjoy the summer heat.

iwaizumi climbs up the ladder out of the pool, all done cooling off in the water. he grabs the neatly folded towel resting on the lounge chair saved for him right next to yours, quickly patting off the beads of water resting on his skin before ruffling the cloth through his short spiky hair. the view is nice. the summer view is nice too—the buzz of bees flying around and yellow dandelions scattered across the lawn—but the real view is the whole 179.3 centimeters standing tall next to you.

“why didn’t you join me in the water?” he asks, squinting as the sun hits his eyes.

“didn’t feel like getting wet,” you say, eyes still trained on the words on your page.

“i can get you wet,” he says with a cheeky grin, one that doesn’t falter even as you wack the book into his thigh.

he chuckles, leaning down and beginning to pepper wet open mouthed kisses all over your face. the water still remnant on his lips wipes all over you as he presses them on your cheeks, your forehead, your temple, your jaw, the tip of your nose, practically anywhere else he can reach, and then finally your lips.

in the midst of his banter you laugh, trying to fight him to no relent. “iwa, stop! you’re getting me all wet!”

“can’t help it. you look gorgeous in that bathing suit,” he murmurs, trying to find any sort of real estate he can to press his lips on.

you put the book down, using your hands to try and claw at his face and push it away. he’s too persistent in slobbering all over your face like a dog for your attempts to work, though. he just starts kissing your palms until they feel numb.

once he’s finally done attacking you with his kisses, he pulls away and simply stays there in front of you, leaning over the chair and grinning at you, his face not even inches away from yours.

“what?”

“nothing,” his teeth are still bared, his smile reaching from ear to ear.

“you’re grinning like an idiot for no reason. i don’t see what’s so funny.” with another scolding yet playful slap of your book to his leg, you open up the page you had dog eared and try to continue reading without his disruption.

to no surprise, it’s pointless as he continues to try and press as many of your buttons as he can. “you look really pretty under the sun.”

you glance up from the words on the page, mouth open and ready for a witty remark. you fall flat at the sight of him, though. the suds still on his face and the wet strands of hair clinging to his forehead make all of the blood in your body flood to your cheeks. every one of his perfections—because in your eyes he has no imperfections—are perfectly complimented by the sun’s rays that highlight his tan skin and the contours of his stupidly handsome face.

the thoughts rushing through your mind make you fall short, and the words you look pretty under the sun too almost slip out before you can catch them. you want to tell him that, but you’re supposed to be irritated with him for slobbering all over your face. sticking to the script, you just look away and try to focus on reading. but iwaizumi can tell you’re just lost in your thoughts when your gaze doesn’t move across the page.

you catch the way his grin fades into a more genuine smile of the sorts, one that shows he’s really happy over you becoming a blushing mess because of him and not just trying to tease you into oblivion.

from the spot in his own lounge chair that he’s taken while you’ve been processing what had just happened, you hear him speak. “join me in the pool now?”

that earns him a book thrown at the head and a loud, firm, no.

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