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you're not getting it. it's not clocking to you. it's not clocking to you that I'm standing on business

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Presenting everyone’s favorite athletic trainer Iwa-chan, here to assist the players and coaches and to make sure everyone is safe!! 

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“kei..” you whispered in between kisses.

tsukishima kei is a busy man. if he’s not acing his classes, he’s repping sendai city and racking up points for his team. he barely ever had free time on his hands — specifically, you in his hands.

so, when he stopped by your place, it took you by surprise to see him standing at your doorstep. he was heaving, hair and clothes tassled by the wind. one thing led to another and…

“kei, c’mon..” you whispered again. he kept going, hungry and starved for your lips, deep groans in annoyance and protest to your wishes. he finally had you in his hands — how in the world could he pass up this opportunity? he kissed you in such a manner that if he pulled away for just a bit, you’d vanish from his touch.

he pulled you in closer by the waist, hands roaming around your body for something, anything to keep him on steady ground. his lips were no different from his hands, ravaging and becoming completely insatiable. tongues dancing, teeth clashing — it was just too much for you. with a whine and a small push to his shoulders, he finally pulled away, a string of your shared saliva covering the gap between your lips.

“kei, it’s getting late. don’t you have some work to do?” you panted as you clung to his sweater, small amounts of worry peeking through your voice. you knew how busy he was and how committed he was to his passions, but in this moment, nothing could match how badly he needed you.

“one more, please. please let me stay,” he begged in reply, voice laced with fear of an absence of you, even if it’s just a second. his glasses were long tossed aside, his hair tasseled from your fingers, lips swollen with kisses, and cheeks flushed a deep, bright red. his hand cupped your jaw as his wide hazel eyes searched for the smallest glint of permission to keep going.

“please, i need you…”

well, how could you say no to that?

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NOT EVEN DEATH FT. ATSUMU MIYA

I don’t like to gossip — but a little birdie told me the best man is head over heels for the maid of honor.

eventual smut! minors do not interact with nsfw chapters. indulging: smau with loads of written content, best friends to lovers, f!reader with she pronouns, matchmaking, grief, angst, drama, check individual chapter warnings before reading.

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MAIN STORY

listen while you read: series playlist / atsumu on aux

chapter zero — meet the cast.

dude, we’re getting the band back together!

chapter one — bonnie and clyde.

bachelorette parties, gender reveals. are we allowed to have strippers at both or would that be entirely wrong?

chapter two — mrs. iwaizumi.

after one too many emotional toasts and one too many champagne flutes at kiyoko’s wedding, you decide to play matchmaker. (written part included)

chapter three — quid pro quo.

grief is complicated. so is talking about it with your ex.

more loading…

SIDE STORIES

osamu miya — title pending 18+

you didn’t mean to babytrap your friend with benefits. but he doesn’t seem to mind? in fact, he seems more than keen on the situation at hand. or should I say, fingers.. (wc tba)

tba…

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the sun peeks through the soft, cream curtains on a quiet saturday morning. rousing from your sleep, you find sheets tangled over your legs and the other side of the bed empty. the smell of pancake batter dances through the air, a smile creeping on your face.

you saunter over to your boyfriend looming above the stove, spatula in hand with a pan in the other. with his shirt missing (take a guess at who the culprit is), his toned upper body is on display and his apron doing little to hide it.

“morning, baby,” you rasped as you kissed his bare shoulder.

“mornin’ babe,” atsumu replies as he sets down what he was holding.

“special occasion?” you ask, hopping onto the island table just behind him.

“yeah, celebratin’ our first mornin’ t'gther. no more goin’ to my place or yers — jus’ one roof now.” he smirks as he turns around to face you. his arms find their way on either side of you, his body pressing against your knees as he cages you in. he leans down to press lazy kisses on your collarbone, his messy hair tickling your neck.

“‘tsumu, you better be watching the stove.”

“yeah yeah, ‘m watchin’ it,” he groans as his lips move up to your neck. his hands hold your waist steady as you lock your legs around his waist. god, this man and his lips. they find every nook and cranny that leaves you weak and helpless, your breath hitching with each press.

“how’d ya sleep, darlin’?” he whispers as he kisses the corner of your mouth teasingly. “good?”

“mmhm,” you hum, trying your absolute hardest to not make any lewd noises. but, atsumu knows all too well. you feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin.

“how’d ya like the bed, huh?” his head is up now, sly eyes staring down into yours. his thumbs caress the sides of your waist, making every possible thought scrambled.

“good.. what’re you getting at, ‘tsumu?” you questioned him, leaning a bit forward to accept his challenge.

“oh, nothin’. jus’ that it’s our bed now. not mine or yers, ours,” he says with a shrug, face getting dangerously close once more.

“yeah? what’s so special about our bed?” you ask as you hang your forearms on his shoulders.

“nothin’ much, jus’ that we can do lots of stuff on it.”

“that so? like what?”

“oh, y’know,” he smirks as he lowers his face into your neck again. he places open-mouthed kisses against it, wet and desperate for more. “lay in it…” kiss. “sleep in it…” kiss. his hands sneak their way into your shirt, grazing over your skin with a light touch that drives you insane. his lips hover close to your ear, his warm breath sending shivers all across your body. he grips your waist tightly, his voice low, hungry, almost predatory. “fuck in it—”

beep beep beep!!!

you both jump at the sudden alarm, eyes wide at the sight of a dark smoke engulfing the pan. after a good 15 minutes, the situation is (mostly) under control. the two of you sit on the couch in silence, waiting for your food delivery to arrive.

“this shit’s why ‘samu’s the cook.”

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i’m gooning

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When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

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i love when ppl say “that’s so you” it feels good to know i exist and have a vibe

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i love every character in haikyuu but there’s just something special about the miya twins that makes them my absolute favourites and i wish we could’ve seen more of them

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gojo reminds me of 2010 justin bieber

they’re literally the same person HELP

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Tooru Oikawa was never one to lose—not on the volleyball court, not in school, and certainly not when it came to charm. With his easy smile, his endless charisma, and a fan club of admirers, he never had to try very hard to capture attention. And yet, when it came to you, the one person who seemed blissfully immune to his antics, Oikawa found himself completely and utterly out of his depth.

It started innocently enough. You were a classmate, someone who didn’t fawn over his every move or sigh when he passed by in the hallways. It wasn’t that you disliked him—you were polite, even friendly, when you spoke to him—but there was a calmness to you that threw him off balance. You weren’t affected by his teasing winks or the way he played up his natural charm. You just smiled at him like he was… normal. And for someone like Oikawa, who thrived on adoration, that was maddeningly intriguing.

He told himself it was just curiosity at first. After all, who wouldn’t be curious about the person who could ignore Tooru Oikawa? But before long, curiosity turned into something else—something warmer and more frantic, the kind of feeling that made his heart race when you walked into the room or when your laugh drifted across the classroom.

Oikawa had a crush. A big, stupid, boyish crush that he had no idea how to handle. And he had 5 signature attempts to get your attention.

1. The “Oh, I Didn’t See You There” Strategy

Oikawa started popping up wherever you were, as if by coincidence. If you were in the library, he’d conveniently show up with a volleyball playbook, claiming he needed a quiet space to study. If you were walking to class, he’d suddenly appear beside you, falling into step like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Oh, hey, fancy seeing you here,” he’d say, his grin boyish and a little too smug.

“You’re literally always here at this time,” you’d reply with a raised brow, but you’d smile anyway, and that alone was enough to make his heart skip a beat.

2. The “Help Me” Excuse

Despite his confidence on the court, Oikawa knew how to play the helpless card when it suited him. One day, he leaned over your desk, his brown eyes wide with exaggerated desperation.

“Y/N,” he whined, dragging out your name, “I need your help. My science grade is in the dumps, and if I fail another test, Iwa-chan will kill me.”

You glanced up from your notebook, unimpressed. “Oikawa, you have better grades than half the class.”

“Not in this class,” he shot back, clutching his chest dramatically. “Please? You’re the only one I can trust.”

It wasn’t entirely untrue—he did need a little help in science—but mostly, he just wanted an excuse to spend time with you. When you eventually sighed and agreed, his grin was so wide you thought he might pull a muscle.

3. The “Accidental” Compliments

Oikawa was known for his flirtation, but with you, his compliments were different—softer, less calculated, and always followed by a faint blush that he’d try to hide.

“Did you do something different with your hair today?” he asked one morning, leaning on the edge of your desk.

“No, why?”

“Because it looks really nice,” he said, his tone unusually earnest. And when you blinked at him in surprise, his cheeks flushed pink, and he quickly added, “Not that it doesn’t always look nice, but, um, today it’s… extra nice.”

It was clumsy, a little awkward, and completely unlike the smooth, confident Oikawa everyone else knew. But you just smiled at him, a little softer this time, and he walked away feeling like he’d just won a championship.

4. The “Watch Me Shine” Plan

Of course, Oikawa couldn’t resist showing off on the volleyball court. If you happened to watch practice, he’d go out of his way to spike harder, jump higher, and throw in a few more dramatic moves than usual.

“Y/N, did you see that serve?” he’d call out after a particularly impressive play, jogging over with a grin.

“I did,” you replied, clapping politely. “It was good.”

“Good?” he repeated, feigning offense. “Just good?”

You laughed. “Okay, okay, it was great. You’re amazing, Oikawa.”

The way his cheeks flushed at your praise didn’t go unnoticed by Iwaizumi, who elbowed him as he passed. “You’re hopeless,” Iwa muttered, shaking his head.

5. The Little Things

Despite all his grand gestures, it was the little things Oikawa did that gave him away. He’d save you a seat at lunch, even when his fan club was glaring daggers at you. He’d bring you a drink after practice, claiming he “just happened to have an extra.” He’d listen—really listen—when you talked about your day, filing away every little detail about your likes and dislikes.

Once, during a rainy afternoon, you forgot your umbrella, and Oikawa appeared at your side with his own.

“Guess you’ll just have to share with me,” he said with a smirk, but his voice was softer than usual, and the way he held the umbrella tilted toward you so you wouldn’t get wet made your heart flutter.

The Confession

It wasn’t planned. Oikawa wasn’t the type to wing something as important as confessing to you, but somehow, the words spilled out one evening after practice. You’d waited for him, sitting on the bleachers with a book in hand, and the sight of you there—so calm, so effortlessly you—made his chest ache in the best way.

“Y/N,” he called, walking over, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Hm?” You looked up, closing your book.

He hesitated, suddenly unsure of himself. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He should’ve had a speech ready, something charming and perfect, but instead, all he could manage was, “You know I like you, right?”

Your eyes widened, and for a moment, he thought he’d messed everything up. But then you smiled, soft and a little shy, and his heart soared.

“I was starting to get the feeling,” you teased, your voice light.

Oikawa let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, running a hand through his hair. “You’re really going to make me say it, huh?”

You nodded, and he laughed, his confidence returning.

“Okay, fine. I like you, Y/N. A lot. And if you’d let me, I’d like to take you out—on a real date, not just me pretending I’m bad at science to spend time with you.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Wait, you were pretending?”

“Mostly,” he admitted with a grin.

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re unbelievable, Oikawa.”

“Does that mean yes?”

You rolled your eyes playfully but smiled. “Yeah, it means yes.”

His grin could’ve lit up the whole gym, and as he leaned closer, you thought that maybe, just maybe, Tooru Oikawa wasn’t so bad after all.

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Tsukishima had always been one to keep his distance, maintaining that casual disinterest that somehow added to his charm.

With others, he had a snarky remark ready for any situation, coupled with an eyeroll and a dismissive shrug. He wasn’t known to be warm or kind; he was the “too cool to care” guy, perfectly content with his headphones on, drowning out the world. But with you? Things were different—though he’d rather die than admit it.

Sure, he still teased you. If anything, it was a constant in your relationship. Tsukishima had a sharp tongue, and he used it to his full advantage, often poking fun at your quirks. If you tripped over your words or forgot something, he’d smirk, crossing his arms and saying something like, “Oh? Someone’s a bit clumsy today, aren’t they?” But somehow, his tone with you was softer, the edges smoothed out. Where he’d normally be ruthless with others, with you, there was an unmistakable gentleness in the way he teased, a hint of something almost protective.

For example, if you struggled with homework, he’d sigh dramatically, pretending to be annoyed. “Are you actually incapable of doing basic math?” he’d say with a roll of his eyes, but then, without hesitation, he’d scoot his chair closer to yours, patiently explaining the problem step-by-step. His sarcasm was there, yes, but he’d never let you feel dumb, taking his time until you fully understood, even though he tried to hide how much he actually enjoyed helping you.

In group settings, he’d usually make sarcastic comments or keep to himself, but whenever you were around, he was more engaged, paying attention to your reactions specifically. If he cracked a joke, he’d glance at you to see if you laughed, as if your reaction was the only one that mattered. And if someone else tried to tease you? He’d step in with his signature deadpan stare, immediately making them back off, even though he’d deny doing it for your sake.

Then there were the little things he did for you, almost unconsciously. If it was cold outside, he’d offer you his scarf, grumbling, “It’s pathetic that you didn’t bring one.” But he’d linger just long enough to make sure you were properly bundled up, a soft smile tugging at his lips when you weren’t looking. And when you’d thank him, he’d shrug it off like it was nothing, feigning nonchalance, though you swore you saw a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

And the sweetest difference was in the way he’d listen to you. With others, he was often distracted, nodding out of politeness but clearly disinterested. With you, though, he was attentive. He’d remember little things you mentioned—your favorite snack, a song you couldn’t get out of your head, the small details you liked about movies. Sometimes he’d surprise you by bringing you that snack or sending you a message saying, “Found that song you mentioned. It’s not bad, I guess.” It was his quiet way of showing he cared, though he’d brush it off if you pointed it out.

And maybe the most telling moment came when you were feeling down one day. You didn’t even have to tell him; he could just tell. Without a word, he sat beside you, his usual sarcastic remarks softened to gentle teasing, trying to coax a smile from you. “You look ridiculous when you pout.”

notes: ugh i live for soft tsuki 🥹🥹

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best friend atsumu! naturally feels protective of you, but when his feelings deepen, this protectiveness turns more intense. He’ll walk on the side closest to the street, stand closer than necessary when someone unfamiliar is around, and always check in after you’ve had a bad day. If anyone tries to hurt you emotionally or physically, his expression shifts to something darker, a silent warning that he won’t tolerate anyone mistreating you.

best friend atsumu! will always be in contact with your body. his touches linger a little longer than they should. A hand on your shoulder stays just a few seconds more, his fingers brush against yours “accidentally” when he hands you something, and his hugs feel warmer and more intimate. He’ll make excuses like “Just making sure you’re real” to cover up how much he actually wants to stay close.

best friend atsumu! teases you constantly, knowing exactly how to get under your skin in the most endearing way. But he’s also incredibly quick to switch gears and say something sweet to make you smile. His teasing is often his way of masking how much he actually cares, and he finds himself laughing along with you, addicted to the sound of your happiness.

best friend atsumu! always seems to know exactly what you need, sometimes even before you do. If you’re stressed, he’ll show up with your favorite food, saying, “I was just in the area.” If you’re upset, he’ll sit with you quietly until you’re ready to talk, never pushing you to open up but always ready to listen when you do. His way of caring is subtle, always making sure you’re comfortable and happy, even if he’s sacrificing his own time or energy.

best friend atsumu! finds himself staring at you without realizing it, studying your face when you’re lost in thought or laughing with friends. His gaze is soft, filled with something more profound than simple friendship, and he sometimes gets lost in how much he feels for you. When you catch him looking, he’ll just smile and shrug, playing it off casually, but inside, his heart is racing.

best friend atsumu! has memorized all the little things that make you, you. He knows your favorite way to drink your coffee, the songs you hum when you’re happy, and the way you scrunch your nose when you’re thinking. He even remembers your birthmark on your right shoulder, and sometimes he’ll surprise you by mentioning them. “Oh, I figured you’d like this; it’s just your style,” he’ll say with a grin, secretly pleased that he knows you so well.

best friend atsumu! gets a little possessive whenever he sees you getting close to someone else. If you mention someone who’s been paying attention to you, he’ll go quiet or change the subject, his jaw tensing just a bit. He tries to play it off as indifference, but anyone who knows him can see the flash of jealousy in his eyes. If anyone actually flirts with you in front of him, his responses become just a little sharper, as if he’s subtly marking his territory.

best friend atsumu! is the first person you think to call when things go wrong, and he makes sure it stays that way. If you’re ever upset, he’ll drop everything to be there, giving you a space to vent, cry, or just sit in silence without judgment. He loves knowing that you feel safe with him and would do anything to keep that trust, secretly hoping you see him as someone irreplaceable.

best friend atsumu! compliments you in ways that sound like he’s joking or teasing. “You know, if I weren’t me, I’d probably have a huge crush on you,” he’ll say with a smirk, but there’s always a trace of sincerity in his voice. He’ll drop little hints like that, wondering if you’ll ever pick up on them, and his eyes always linger on your reaction, searching for signs that you might feel the same way.

best friend atsumu! would never abandon you, no matter what. He’ll stand by you in every high and low, never hesitating to defend you or support you. Whether you need someone to help you study, move apartments, or just listen to you ramble, he’s there without question. It’s his way of showing how much he values you, hoping one day you might realize that his loyalty isn’t just because you’re his best friend but because you’re the person he wants to be with.

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The first time you met him, he was shy and soft-spoken, the kind of guy whose presence was comforting without demanding attention.

You didn’t notice the way his eyes lit up when you walked into the room, or how he always seemed to make sure there was an empty seat for you during group hangouts.

But over time, the small gestures added up, and before you knew it, you had fallen for the boy who was always one step behind, ready to catch you.

His love wasn’t loud or ostentatious. On days when you were overwhelmed with school, he would quietly slip away and return with your favorite drink, the one with extra whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon.

One afternoon, when the skies darkened unexpectedly and rain began to pour, you cursed under your breath for not bringing an umbrella. Moments later, a familiar warmth settled over your head, and you looked up to find him standing beside you, holding an umbrella with a lopsided grin.

“Forgot yours?” he teased gently, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Yeah, I did,” you replied, half-laughing, half-embarrassed.

“Good thing I didn’t,” he said, stepping closer so you could both stay dry under the limited shelter. The rain drummed against the thin fabric, but all you could hear was the soft thud of your heart as he leaned in, brushing a stray hair from your face.

“You always take care of me,” you whispered.

“That’s because I love you,” he said, as if it were the simplest, most undeniable fact in the world.

tsukishima kei, iwaizumi hajime, aakashi keji, sakusa kiyoomi, kageyama tobio, wakatoshi ushijima, kita shinsuke, suguru geto, megumi fushiguro, choso kamo, kento nanami shoto todoroki, kyouya ootori, kai chisaki

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where jjk men would take you for the first date :3

GOJO SATORU

Gojo has a flair for the dramatic and a taste for the finer things in life, so he’d plan a first date at a chic rooftop lounge with a beautiful view of the city.

He’s taken care of every detail, from the soft, ambient music playing in the background to the perfectly curated menu of small plates and exotic cocktails.

Gojo would revel in the opportunity to impress you, ordering playful, extravagant dishes and insisting you try each one, claiming, “You haven’t lived until you’ve tried this.”

Throughout the evening, he would be playful, pushing boundaries in that charming-yet-infuriating way only Gojo can. Every time you start to talk about yourself, he’d interrupt with a witty remark, a smirk playing on his lips, trying to fluster you.

He thrives on seeing you react, watching your cheeks flush as he leans in too close, maintaining intense eye contact. Despite his teasing, Gojo would genuinely listen when you shared something personal. And as the night goes on, he’d be the one subtly leaning closer, captivated by the words leaving your lips.

Just as you’re considering the night might end, he’d propose a spontaneous adventure — maybe finding the best street food spot nearby or even an impromptu visit to an art exhibit that stays open late.

That’s what’s so interesting about Gojo, he’ll switch things up within a second. You love his want for fun, his spontaneousness because it is a perfect reflection of what you.

SUGURU GETO

Geto’s approach to a first date would be thoughtful and understated, perfect for setting an intimate tone without overwhelming you.

He’d choose a quiet art gallery or museum where the atmosphere is calm. Geto would enjoy walking beside you in the echoing halls, discussing the artwork with surprising depth, sharing his views while gently prompting you to share yours.

He’s curious about how you interpret the world around you and respects each thought you share, offering his own perspectives with gentle understanding.

After the gallery, he’d guide you to a nearby café, where the ambiance is cozy and the lighting dim, perfect for a more personal conversation. He’d order something warm and comforting, possibly recommending a drink or pastry he thinks you’d like.

As you sit across from him, Geto would engage you in deeper conversation, asking about your dreams, fears, and the things you hold close to your heart. His gaze would be soft but piercing, letting you know he’s listening and genuinely cares.

When the evening winds down, Geto would walk you home, his presence warm and protective. He wouldn’t push for more than you’re comfortable with but would leave you with a gentle, reassuring smile and the promise of a next time, his fingers lingering a second longer as he bids you goodnight.

Geto is also the type to wait until you get inside your house for him to leave. He wants to make sure you’re safe

RYOMEN SUKUNA

Sukuna isn’t one for conventional first dates.

He’d take you to a hidden, low-lit sake bar, one with an almost intimidating atmosphere that feels secretive and exclusive.

Sukuna would revel in the idea of introducing you to something more daring, watching you explore unfamiliar territory with him.

From the start, he’d be direct, his eyes holding a confident, predatory glare as he leans back, observing every reaction you give.

There wouldn’t be small talk with Sukuna. He’d jump straight into bold, unfiltered conversation, possibly even flirting with an edge that’s equal parts thrilling and intimidating.

He’d challenge your views, play devil’s advocate, and enjoy every moment you rose to meet his energy, sparking a kind of intellectual and emotional intensity.

Sukuna is the type to test boundaries, not necessarily out of malice, but because he thrives on intensity and wants to see the fire within you.

As the drinks flow and your inhibitions lower, Sukuna’s gaze would turn more possessive. He might pull you close, his hand settling on your lower back as he makes a bold statement or teases you just enough to get under your skin.

By the end of the night, there would be no doubt about his interest — and his desire for you to reciprocate with the same unrestrained passion he brings.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

Toji’s approach would be straightforward yet unexpectedly thoughtful. He wants to leave a good impression, but he wants to be 100% himself.

He’d take you to a classic, unpretentious late-night diner, one where the food is greasy, the lights dim, and the jukebox plays old rock songs.

Toji is a man of simple pleasures, and he’d want to share a slice of his world with you without any pretenses or unnecessary extravagance. As you sit across from him, he’d probably tease you a bit, but his gaze would be steady and assured, a slight softness peeking through his usual gruff exterior.

He would be all up on you, holding you by the waist and put his hand on your lower back. As if you were his already.

He’d order a milkshake or a burger and insist on splitting it with you, claiming, “It tastes better this way.” With Toji, there’d be no need to put up any fronts — he’s someone who values authenticity and would appreciate seeing the real you, no matter how messy or imperfect.

As the night goes on, he’d suggest going for a drive, taking you to a secluded spot with a view of the city lights or a quiet area where you can just talk.

Leaning against the car with him, the silence between you would be comfortable, punctuated by occasional murmured conversation.

Toji would share little fragments of his life, letting you in just enough to feel a deeper connection. He’s not one to rush things, but he’d make it clear he’s interested with a small, knowing smile as he brushes a stray hair from your face before driving you home.

NANAMI KENTO

Nanami’s ideal first date would be elegant, thoughtful, and respectful — a perfect blend of classic romance and quiet sophistication.

He’d choose a small, tucked-away restaurant that he knows and trusts, one where the food is excellent, and the ambiance calm.

He’d make reservations in advance, ensuring everything is just right, and he’d arrive punctually, dressed in his usual refined style that exudes an effortless sense of class.

Nanami would guide you through the menu, recommending dishes he thinks you’d enjoy, his tone considerate and thoughtful.

As the evening progresses, he’d share stories of his travels or reflections on his life, but always in a way that invites you to share about yourself, making you feel truly seen.

Nanami’s interest would be genuine, and his subtle compliments would let you know he appreciates both your intelligence and your grace.

After dinner, he’d walk with you through the quiet streets, perhaps stopping at a quaint bookstore or a small park for a stroll.

Nanami wouldn’t push for anything beyond a respectful goodbye, but he’d leave you with a warm smile, his voice soft as he promises, “Let’s do this again soon.”

CHOSO KAMO

Choso would choose something simple and sweet for a first date, like a quiet evening picnic in a secluded spot with a beautiful view.

He’d prepare some snacks, maybe bringing your favorite treats if he knew about them, and spread out a blanket where you could sit together under the open sky.

With him, the date would be more about the feeling of closeness and the quiet comfort of just being with someone who values you.

Choso is shy but thoughtful, and he’d focus on making you feel comfortable. He might be quiet at first, but his attentiveness would speak volumes, as he carefully listens to everything you say, nodding and offering a gentle smile.

As the stars come out, he’d likely open up about his own past and his love for his family, and he’d be genuinely interested in hearing about your life and dreams.

The evening would end with a soft, warm farewell, Choso promising to see you again soon with a shy yet sincere smile that lingers in your memory long after you part ways.

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One of the cutest, most unexpectedly sweet things Katsuki does late at night, is long after you’ve fallen asleep. Katsuki is naturally a night owl, often staying up super late doing god knows what.

So on nights he’s at your place studying with you, he insists you go to bed, claiming he’ll leave “when he’s damn well ready.”

But as soon as he hears the silence coming from your room, he quietly shuts off all the lights, quietly walks into the room, and crouches down next to the bed.

Gently, he pushes a strand of hair off your forehead, just watching you for a few moments, his aggressive attitude softening in a way he’d never let anyone else see (because he’s too cool for that I guess)

Then, with a quiet huff, he sneaks a folded blanket out of the closet. Carefully, he layers it over you, tucking the edges just right so that you stay warm.

As he’s about to stand up, he gives in to a small urge and lets his fingers trace your cheek lightly, barely brushing against you. It’s soft, almost reverent, like he’s memorizing this moment of peace.

Finally, Katsuki leans down and, in the quietest voice you’ve ever heard him use, mutters, “Damn it… one day, I’m gonna kill you if you see this.”

Then he quietly leaves, locking the door with the extra keys you gave him. He’d never want you to see that, it’d be “too damn embarrassing” but, you secretly know.

You’ve faked falling asleep to see what he does after you are knocked out. You like to pretend you don’t know, there’s no harm in that, right?

a/n: this could apply to if they’re in a relationship or not hehe and I KNOW HE CANONICALLY GOES TO BED EARLY let me live pls 😭😭 let a girl dream