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hi, friends! if you’re an army, i just opened a bangtan imagine blog. u can follow if u like! hehe

three beers and one wrong number

au: you text the wrong number and jesus christ you sent some embarrassing texts thank god the other guy is nice (and sounds cute) (from this link!)

featuring: kim namjoon

genre: fluff, a little bit of angst (just a pinch, really)

words: ~1.3k words

You hastily grabbed your new phone out of your front pocket, making sure not to drop it this time. Being the clumsy dumbass that you were, you dropped your phone last week in a Starbucks toilet, which refused to be resurrected by the ever-so-reliable rice immersion technique. And it worked for your ipod and ipad quite a few times before! But alas, your phone just completely gave up. And so, a million apologies to your mom later, you got a new one and were now back to normal programming. But of course, with a ton more care this time around.

You typed in your friend’s number and then proceeded with your message. You snickered to yourself in the first floor hallway of the Chemistry Building, as you relived what happened in your class a while ago.

“Lmaoooo bitch guess what” “professor Kim asked for my notes at the start of class bc he wanted to refresh last week’s lessons” “and all I wrote there was “im so fucking sleepy” i kid u not! and i did it in calligraphy too!!!” “AND HE SAW!!!! HE FRIGGIN SAW AND HE LAUGHED AND SAID “me too we both need caffeine”” “IM . DIE”

You then locked your phone, put it back into your pocket, and proceeded to walk to your dorm room after the quite embarrassing yet actually kinda cute Organic Chemistry class.

Hours later, you checked your phone and was met with slight disappointment when the screen showed no replies from your friend. “Maybe she’s busy”, you thought to yourself and then went back to reading the material for tomorrow’s Philosophy class. Hume wasn’t going to rise from the dead and teach you, anyway.

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Would you be okay with writing a scenario where Nishinoya rolls his ankle really badly during a game?

a/n: first noya ask! i’m so excited AAAAAA

Silence. 

Karasuno students were gasping, whispering, and pointing their fingers at the scene in front of them. The referee was whistling and staff were rushing to the court. But all you could hear was dead silence. And then, the sound of your own heartbeat growing too loud, defeaning your ears. 

Nishinoya was on the ground, holding his leg to his chest as his form curled in pain. 

Shit, shit, shit. 

He had been chasing a one-touch ball that was going way too far and… You saw it. The way his left ankle bent a little too weird, it had to hurt. Nishinoya had yelped in pain and crumpled to the ground. 

Oh, god. What the fuck do I do? 

Sense slowly trickled back into your mind, replacing the initial shock that stilled you to your core. You haphazardly ran to your boyfriend and knelt beside him. You didn’t touch him; you were too afraid to hurt him even more.

“Oh my god, Yuu. Oh my god. Are you— Shit, shit. What do we do, Daichi-senpai? Suga-senpai?” Words fell out of your mouth in quick utterance, the panic behind them very evident. You looked up at your upperclassmen, and their eyes mirrored yours. Their libero was out of the game and it didn’t look like he was going to return soon with that kind of injury. 

“[Name]-san, we’ll take Noya to the clinic. Do you want to come?” Takeda-sensei’s voice cut through your thoughts as he asked urgently. At that moment, Nishinoya was lifted up with the stretcher and the aides started taking him away.

“Yes, sensei. Please, oh my god. Yuu, Yuu… Please tell me—“ You answered clumsily and ran to catch up with them, your words mere mumbles at this point. 

You stared at Noya’s calm sleeping figure as the words of the doctor repeated over and over again in your head. It was a sprain, a really bad one, and could take over a month to fully heal. Your boyfriend loved volleyball more than anything and he was the type of person to blame himself for incidents like this, saying he could have stretched more or had been more careful despite already being a damn good athlete. 

It was then you realized that tears were already falling down your cheeks and your hands were crumpled into tight fists. Hastily wiping the tears away, you sniffled and grabbed a tissue by Noya’s bedside table. 

“…babe?” A small voice interrupted you. Noya had awoken. 

“Oh my god, Yuu.” You quickly stood up to get even closer to him. “How are you feeling right now?”

His eyes slowly adjusted to the light but they never left your face. “A bit worried, now that I woke up to the sound of my baby crying.” 

You smiled sadly, not minding the tears that kept running down your face. “I was so worried, Yuu. I didn’t know what to do. I thought—”

“Hey, hey.” Noya sat up and held your hands. Softly, he caressed your cheek, wiping away your tears. “Baby, I’m okay. I feel okay, yeah?”

“The doctor said it was a sprain, Yuu. A bad one. It could take up to 6 weeks to heal! What if you miss training and the tournament? What if—”

“Sssshhh. Baby, baby.” Noya engulfed you in his arms and pulled you close to him, making you sit down right beside him on the bed. “It’s an injury, [Name]. It happens. Tournament is two months away; I have more than enough time. And if I don’t…” His voice trailed off. 

You pulled away to look at his face. His eyes were downcast. Oh, how you hated it when Nishinoya’s eyes were drained of its light and warmth. What were you doing? You weren’t the one injured and yet you were here being comforted by the one who was. 

“Shit, I should have… Ten more minutes of stretching… I’m so careless.” Nishinoya mumbled. 

Your eyes widened. “Baby, no. Please don’t blame yourself.”

“But [Name], I could have… I had ten more minutes. I had time. But I didn’t. And now, the team is without a libero. Shit!” Noya grew more frustrated. His hands curled into fists. 

You cried even more as you watched your boyfriend beat himself up over his injury. Shaking, your hands slowly reached and cupped his face. “Yuu, look at me.”

His eyes remained focused on the hospital blanket on his lap. Tears were threatening to fall. 

“Yuu, baby. Please look at me.”

Noya then looked up at you and the way the hurt reflected in his eyes made your heart quiver. “It’s not your fault. You did what you could. Injuries happen even to the most prepared athletes.”

“But I—“

“No, Yuu. No buts. You did well, you did amazing. And everyone knows that. Like you said, tournament is two months away. You can heal in time for tournament.”

“And if you don’t, it will still be okay. Everyone will understand.” 

You kissed his forehead. “Karasuno can pull through until the day you can finally rejoin them. Let’s believe in your teammates, okay? They’re a damn good team.”

Nishinoya closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, his body shaking. “Yeap.”

He looked up at you and smiled. “You’re right. I’ll believe in them and do my best to heal.” He leaned forward and kissed you. “God, I’m so lucky to have you.”

You smiled in return. “And I, you.” 

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the holy trinity

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iwaizumi is toothless in human form

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i love it!! the kenma scenario really did some justice!! anddd that's totally me when i get mad ahahhaha thanks !!

aaww thank you, lovely!!! IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT ❤️

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you're from the philippines?

yeap!! a metro manila girl right here~

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helloooo can i ask for iwaizumi and an s/o who’s just... tired of everything or like has a hard time sleeping :< ahaha this is kind of weird but i really like your writing styleeee thank you in advanceee uwu

a/n: hey guys, it’s me again!! I FINALLY have free time (after graduating college, getting licensed and taking the nmat jfc) so I’ll really try to go ahead with the requests you’ve sent me! thank you for this! iwaizumi is my fave character and I wanted to write something like this aaaaa

inspiration: Zion.T — Eat (this song fits the request perfectly btw)

“Hey, how was your day?” Iwaizumi’s rough voice greeted you as you entered the apartment. You wanted to reply, but really, every single bit of the energy you had left was going into walking each step to the couch so you could lie down and just forget about the week you had. You grumbled in response, making no further comment and plopped down on the brown leather couch.

“I’m guessing it wasn’t good then?” Iwaizumi sat on the floor and leaned on the couch. “No. Horrible week.” You finally replied. You felt his gentle fingers slowly move the hairs out of your face. 

“What do you want to eat?” He asked. And again, you brushed off his question, with a simple “Nothing”. 

Iwaizumi stayed silent for a while, before speaking again. “It’s Friday. Let’s rest this weekend, okay?” You nodded ever so slightly. 

“Okay. I’ll make dinner and you go shower. Then let’s go watch something cute on Netflix and get you sleeping.” He stood up, and hummed his way to the kitchen. You suddenly felt bad with the way you greeted him when you got home. Iwaizumi was trying his best to cheer you up and you couldn’t greet him with even just a tiny bit of good vibes. Slowly, you got up and approached his form, his back to you as he got busy with pans and pots. You reached your arms out to him, and embraced him. Iwaizumi paused in surprise.

“Sorry I was so grumpy… I love you.” You shyly mumbled, as you breathed in his scent. He smells like home.

He chuckled and turned to face you. He then held your face with both of his hands. “It’s okay. Bad week, right?” He leaned down and gave you a chaste kiss. “Go shower, I’ll take care of everything.” With that, you grumbled and burrowed your face into his chest. “Stop being such a perfect boyfriend.”

This time, Iwaizumi laughed out loud. “Okay, baby. Now go shower, you stink.” You pulled back and stuck out your tongue, before walking to the bedroom. “I’m gonna wear your sweats!” You shouted just before you were out of hearing capacity. “Yeah, I figured!” He shouted back.

“Oh, damn. Oh, daaaamn.” You said lowly, eyes fixated on the screen as the last episode of season one of The Good Place played. Your legs were plopped on top of Iwaizumi’s and a thick blanket covered you both as you lay on the bed.

“Kinda thought of that at first, but that smile was still creepy as hell.” Iwaizumi added. “True, true.” You agreed. Iwaizumi then shut off the laptop as the episode ended, and put it away. It was well past 12 midnight anyway, and you were both too sleepy to start season 2. “Come on. Let’s go sleep.”

You adjusted yourself and arranged the pillows and blankets. Iwaizumi lied down right beside you and raised his arm. You ducked under, making yourself comfortable as you made him your headrest. A few minutes of comfortable silence passed.

“Hey, Hajime?”

“Mmm?”

“Thank you again. For everything.” You traced abstract figures on his chest.

“Of course.”

“I love you.”

���Yeah.”

“You didn’t say it baaack!”

“Mhmm.”

“Hajime!”

He laughed, and turned to look at you. “Okay, I’ll stop teasing. I love you too. So much.” He smiled and kissed you.

“I love you just a lil bit then.”

“Now who’s teasing?”

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oh my!

featuring: Bokuto Koutarou

inspiration: Seventeen’s “Oh My!”   (lyric video)

a/n: just a lil something I wrote while waiting in a coffee shop. seventeen songs are so fluffy aaaa

Bokuto hummed lowly, all the while a soft smile on his lips and his eyes closed. He heard a chuckle above him. He opened one eye and smirked. “What are you so happy about?”

“Nothing. You just look like a small content owl.” You replied. Bokuto grinned and closed his eyes again. “Why wouldn’t I be? Owls do love getting their noggins scratched.” You hummed in response.

“But I’m not small. I’m a great big papa owl.” He corrected you. Laughing, you let your hands thread through his hair again. It was about 3 in the afternoon, and you were sitting on your bed. The hazy sun broke through the peach curtains by your window and the wind softly breezed through.

You would never say it out loud but you prefer Kou with his hair down. While he already looked so cute with his signature hairstyle (and it was the reason you noticed him and got you two talking), him with his hair down just made your heart explode. He looked calm and comfortable and honestly, just downright cuddly. You looked down on him, as he rested his head on your lap. God, it’s unreal how happy I am right now. This is probably the happiest I have ever been.

“I love you.”

Your eyes widened, the words slipped out of your mouth before you could even realize. You met Bokuto’s wide stare, and his lips broke into an unmistakable grin. He sat up and brought his face even closer to yours. “What did you say?”

“Aaaaaah, stop.” You groaned in embarrassment and lied down on the pillows, covering your face with your hands. Did you just say the three magic words for the first time by accident? And yeah, you realiyzed our feelings a long time ago. But you didn’t know how to say it to him, didn’t know when or where. You had only half the courage you needed, and so to say it by accident! In a scene so common as cuddling in the afternoon!

“Hey, hey.” Bokuto gently removed your hands, as he hovered over you. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

You stared up at him, cheeks flushed and lips pursed. He smiled gently. “I love you too. Thank you for saying it first.” He leaned down and kissed you.

Okay, I was wrong. This moment right here is the happiest I have ever been.

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iwaizumi looks like toothless aka the cutest dragon in hyttd

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?? What went down on Friday??

OHGOD I GOT DRUNK AND I KISSED THE GUY I LIKED ON THE CHEEKS AND WE HELD HANDS BUT FUCK THAT WASNT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN IM JUST PANICKING OVER HERE 

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OHGOD I DID SOMETHING BAD OHGOD I HATE MYSELF WHO WANTS TO LEARN WHAT STUPID THING I DID WHEN I WAS DRUNK LAST FRIDAY NIGHT 

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In the event that things do get physical, Iwaizumi is the guy who rips off his jacket and either hands it to his s/o, or drapes it over their shoulders before he and the guy being mean have the ultimate smack down

Oh yes! Absolutely! That’s also adorable to picture!🤗🤗🤗 because he still wants to take time to care for his s/o in the process

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May I ask headacnons for Iwaizumi, Oikawa and Sugawara with a really lazy s/o? Thanks!

Same. Unlike B-buns, I don’t play a sport and i’m a little lazy. So, just for anyone who requests, B-buns does the NSFW, I can do it but eh, not the best. But I’m good at angst and crushing the soul of your loved ones.

Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru and Sugawara Koushi with a lazy s/o headcanons:

Iwaizumi:

- He’d definitely try and get his s/o to join him on runs, no matter how much they complain. He’d have to bribe them with something they really like.

- Promises to bench press them if they can achieve five push-ups.

- It’s a miracle they do because Iwaizumi was kind of worried they might collapse.

- His s/o tries to coax him a lot in joining them on the bed for a lazy day, junk food surrounding them and many, many TV shows and movies to watch.

- He only does it once a month, and in return, they gotta do laps with him. Which is why it’s only once a month.

Oikawa:

- He’s the type who tries to make exercise fun for his s/o, but they aren’t having any of that.

- Oikawa doesn’t admit it but he actually likes indulging in junk food with them but he feels like trash afterwards.

- Invites them to training a lot, maybe they’ll find volleyball fun and want to join the girls team? They don’t but they do start helping clean up after practice which is good enough for him.

- They ask him for piggybacks all the time and while he could tell them to walk, but actually really likes doing it.

Sugawara:

- Whenever he’s staying with his s/o or vice versa, getting them up in the mornings is a pain. He could be showering, then getting breakfast, and then changed and they’d still be asleep.

- They like to sit on his lap a lot and rest for a bit, he can’t complain too much about it, he thinks it’s pretty adorable.

- Sometimes when his s/o comes to watch him practice, they fall asleep on the bench so he has to carry them all the way home.

- Has to pry them from their bed n the summer, he is not letting them wither away in their bedroom when the sun is out.

- He likes to invite his s/o out with the team, maybe they’ll make friends and then leave their room more? Maybe…

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Ino Hiroki and Kousuke Asuma in Cosplay Mania 2018!!

You read it right!! Engeki Haikyuu Suga and Oikawa are going to Cosplay Mania here in the Philippines on Sept 29-30, 2018!!! AND I AM GOING AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME AAADKS:LKD:LSKF *insert screams of excitement*

Anyway, if any of you are planning on going, hmu!! And maybe we can meet up~ 

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there's not enough kenma hc(´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`) can i request a scenario where kenma s/o is mad at him and he tries to talk to her?

i agree!! kenma is such a cutiepie ;; i hope this satiates you for a bit

It wasn’t his fault, Kenma thought. The newest 5v5 MOBA for mobile phones was just released, and of course, he had to master the hardest mages and marksmen quickly. They were the make-or-break for games like this, after all. It wasn’t his fault that he completely forgot about date night, the date night you’ve been wanting since schoolwork swamped you both. Plus, volleyball season was just around the corner, and Kenma wanted to get Lev’s timing down to the bone. He was tired, and gaming was his reprieve. It wasn’t his fault that the unique sets of skills and gears, along with the coolest-looking assassins and fighters he had ever seen, made him forget all about season 4 of Brooklyn Nine-Nine and garlic parmesan chicken wings and cuddles on the bed and soft kisses.

Well, okay, it was his fault, but Kenma didn’t know how to apologize. He knew he made a mistake, but his Kill-Deaths-Assists ratio was too good to make him feel bad about everything.

But that was until you completely ignored him for the whole week. He thought the ten text messages you sent him were bad enough, but this…

Suddenly, the oh-so-comfortable presence beside him was gone, and only the annoying bickering of Yamamoto, Kuroo and Yaku remained. You reminded him of a bedside lamp, as he often told you. That’s not very romantic, you had pouted. But Kenma explained himself, that you were like this soft light that glowed at night. Specifically, this one nightlight he kept open when he was a child, because the dark was too scary. Not too bright that it made him squint and avert his eyes away, and not too dull that he couldn’t see a damn thing. Just enough for him to fall asleep, comforted by the fact that he was safe and sound.

He didn’t say it out loud, but he hoped the message was clear. You reminded him of home.

Kenma sighed audibly, fingers thumbing over the edge of his phone.

“[Name]-chan still mad at you?” Kuroo’s voice interrupted his thoughts. Kenma looked up from the bench he sat on, and stared into golden eyes that crinkled along with that sleazy smile.

“Yeah.”

“I told you, just go and apologize. [Name]-chan appreciates honesty, most of all. Don’t think too hard on it.”

Kenma knew that, but he still couldn’t just go up to you. He wasn’t sure if he could take it if you flat-out rejected his apology. That date night was a big deal. It was the first date you two would have had in months, especially after you were out of town when your birthday hit.

He cast his eyes downward on his phone, looking at his phone wallpaper. He remembered the day you changed his wallpaper to a photo of you two that you secretly took while he was too busy fighting off international players on League of Legends to notice.

He found himself smiling softly.

Kenma gently knocked on your bedroom door.

“What’s it, Mama?” Your voice resonated before you could even open the door, and when you did, the smile that beautifully graced your face soon fell into a subtle frown. Kenma hated that. “Oh.. Kenma. What are you doing here?” You asked him lowly, not moving an inch to indicate that you wanted him inside your room.

You weren’t going to make this easy, from the looks of it.

“Can I come in..?”

You looked surprised at his question, and you pursed your lips in thought. After a few seconds, you nodded and opened the door widely. Kenma entered the room he had now become so familiar with, and once again, he was reminded of just how much he missed you.

You closed the door, and sat yourself on the bed. You stared outside the window, not even interested in making the bare minimum of conversation.

Kenma placed his bag down on the floor, and sat beside you.

“I’m sorry.”

You made no reply.

“[Name]… I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Your eyes stared right through him, and Kenma noted how much the sharpness in them stung him.

“For forgetting you.”

You stared at each other for a minute, before you let out a sigh. “Okay.” You then stood up, and sat down on your desk chair. You then busied yourself with schoolwork as you typed away on your laptop.

Kenma furrowed his eyebrows quizzically. That was it?

“[Name]…”

“I forgive you, Kenma.”

“Then..”

“Doesn’t mean I’m happy.”

Oh.

Kenma stood up, and walked over to you. He then sat himself down beside your chair, and leaned his head on your thigh. “I’m really sorry, [Name]… I’m sorry I’ve hurt you. I really won’t do it again. I just got caught up and I completely forget about it. I didn’t mean to, I swear. Just… please talk to me…” He closed his eyes, felt a tear prick his eye.

And suddenly, a hand was ruffling his hair. Oh god, how he missed that.

“Thank you, baby. I was just really hurt…”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too. For ignoring you all this while. I missed you.”

That did it. He stood up, and engulfed you in a long, tight embrace.

When he pulled back, he got out his phone and searched for a website.

“What are you doing?”

“Ordering garlic parmesan chicken wings.”

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Breathe

featuring: kuroo tetsurou

a self-indulgent scenario I desperately need at this time of the semester (aka where reader is a graduating college student and thesis is fucking impossible to finish) 

Kuroo gently pushed the wooden bedroom door, the mahogany feel all too familiar now after all these months.

“Are you here, babe..?” His voice was soft, afraid to disrupt the silence that always seemed to envelop your bedroom this time of the day. And the silence fit as the sun’s afternoon rays broke through your white curtains with the wind breezing past. It all reminded Kuroo of marshmallows and fluffy blankets, and he shouldn’t really be surprised; these were the same things that reminded him of you.

You were warmth and you were radiance.

Kuroo’s lips turned upwards ever so slightly at these thoughts, and he stepped inside your room. Turning his head to the left, his eyes set sight on your figure. You were lying down on your bed, back turned to him as you faced the wall. He approached you, and sat down over the pale blue bedsheets.

He tapped you on the shoulder. “Hey, kitten.”, he said with a smile, but alas, as you turned, only red eyes and wet cheeks greeted him. “Oh, Tetsu.” You quickly removed the earphones that rest in your ears; this was why you hadn’t heard him the first time. But that wasn’t what Kuroo noticed at all.

You had been crying.

Warmth was gone, and only fear and sadness remained in those eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Kuroo immediately pulled off the covers and snuck under them with you. He lifted his left arm, waited for you to raise your head so you could snuggle up to him. You let your head rest on his arm, and laid your right hand over his chest.

“It’s just been… a really bad day.”

“Want to tell me about it?”

You didn’t say anything in reply, only closed your eyes and exhaled slowly. Kuroo brought his left hand up, and caressed your hair slowly. There were a few things that Kuroo took absolute pride in: his read blocking, his leadership of Nekoma, his extensive knowledge on Perfume a.k.a one of Japan’s pop music treasures, and the fact that you let him touch your hair. You absolutely hated even if just one finger from anybody else landed on one of your locks; for some reason, the feeling made your stomach cringe and your throat close up. For years, only you were able to touch your hair. But it was to both your surprise that the feeling of being caressed by him was not only pleasant, but that it made you even fall into deep slumber.

You hummed lowly, comforted by Kuroo’s gentle yet loving ministrations. He smiled to himself, pleased with how he was able to at least give you a little bit of comfort. But worry still flooded him. Whatever bothered you was serious enough that you hadn’t messaged him first, and instead, made you hole up in your room with only ‘Katawaredoki’ by RADWIMPS as company.

“I don’t think I’m going to graduate this semester.”

Your voice interrupted his thoughts, and it was then, Kuroo knew.

You were finishing up your 4-year Bachelor’s degree, and Kuroo could not be any prouder. You worked your ass off to the bone, even when all your efforts at that one major subject yielded nothing as you got a failing grade. But you picked yourself back up, and got a high grade when you retook it. You always seemed to get the terror professors, but managed to appease them and pass the subject easily.

But it was no unknown fact that undergraduate thesis was the one Final Boss that could horrifyingly delay almost half the graduating student population. And Kuroo had been there every step of the way, providing caffeine breaks during all-nighters, dropping off food whenever you stayed overnight at the laboratories, and whispering words of encouragement whenever your heart faltered and your courage weakened.

You worked on your thesis for a year, and yet, every week gave you a new set of problems to work with. It was seemingly never-ending.

And now, you were down to your last six weeks, with no acceptable data to input into your manuscript and pass to your adviser.

Kuroo slowly exhaled. “The semester’s not over yet, right?”

“Yeah, but six weeks.. I can’t finish it in six weeks, Tetsurou. It’s just not possible. Just entering the lab already makes me so tired and sad because I know that no matter how many goddamn hours I spend in there, nothing is gonna change-!” Your voice rose with every word, and you erupted into sobs at the end of your sentence.

Kuroo wrapped his arms around you, lips to your temple. He held you as you let out every cry that erupted from your body, hoping to extend even just a sliver of comfort. And when you finally calmed down, Kuroo spoke.

“[Name]… Don’t you think that it would be easier to accept whatever may come at the end of this semester if we knew you exhausted every single cell out your body?”

You didn’t reply, and Kuroo continued. “I know you’re tired, baby. And it hurts me to see you like this. Makes me wish I was in the same major as you, y’know?”

You snorted at that, as if the imagery of being classmates with your boyfriend was such an amusing sight. “Noooo, because then, I’d be too busy trying to fend off everyone else trying to get at my boyfriend.”

Kuroo chuckled. “Ah, but no one can take me away from my mon cherie.” He kissed your forehead.

“But you know. It’s like a volleyball match. It’s not over until the ball has dropped, right? Everyone gives it their 120%, until that horrible sound of rubber hitting wood slaps us into reality. But it’s more bearable that way. It’s more okay that way. Because we knew we gave it our all, and we could leave the court with no regrets.” Kuroo then took his hand and intertwined it with yours.

“That’s why, baby, I want you to finish this strong. Whatever the results be, I want you to leave this semester without regrets. Without thinking ‘I could have gotten this if I gave just a tiny bit more effort’. I want you to be able to accept whatever may come, with a full heart.”

Silence consumed the two of you for a few minutes after that, as you took in the weight of his words.

You breathed slowly. “Ah, who knew my boyfriend was such a philosopher?” You teased him.

“But I understand, Tetsurou. I know. Thank you for saying that.”

Kuroo smiled. “Of course.” You turned your head up to him, and met his lips.

“And if it doesn’t go the way we want it to, then so what? Everyone has their own pace. Fuck society and its standards.” He gestured his arm high into the air. “And I will be right here with you. I will love you no matter what.” He finished, grinning down at you.

“I love you, too. You big gangly cat, you.” You giggled, as Kuroo flicked your forehead jokingly.

“Do you want to get McDonald’s?” he asked.

“Do you even have to ask?”