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[kiyuhai]

could you put an age indicator on your blog pls? i don't mean to be mean it's just some people are more comfortable with that

yes ofc! i just haven't gotten to it because the electricity's been out for a while ^^;;

[kiyuhai]

Hi hi!!!!

If your requests are open could you possibly do a cute kageyama fluff? Maybe because hes not good at communication hes struggling a lot with reader and how to read us? But we reassure him and squeeeeee

Ily!!!

hi sweets! im so sorry for the late answer but yes, requests are open, and i'm working on the kageyama fluff!

but just a little question,,, did you mean like, communication in general TT? i might have interpreted your rq a bit wrong HAHHA

[kiyuhai]

It’s normal for your lover to wake up earlier than you. His work required him to, so you treasure these rare moments. As a clingy sleeper, he buries his face in the crook of your neck as he holds you close to him. You move to get up but he tightens his hold on you.

“noo,“ he mumbles, burying his face deeper to your neck. “c’mon, babe, let’s sleep in…“

“day off?“ you slur in your half-asleep daze, turning to face him and he nods. You smile and wrap your arms around him. “mmkay..“ you close your eyes, nuzzling your face into his hair. 

You spend the next hours, with a smile on your face as you lay asleep next to him

note. reposted from main blog, with different tags!

[kiyuhai]

there's a damn BUG here and i don't like the wings flapping noises its making jfc

[kiyuhai]

the fuck

[kiyuhai]

ohh i hate hate hate dentist appnts the sounds that happen make me wish i could stop hearing 😭

[kiyuhai]

Stealing His Hoodie

feat. Akaashi Keiji, Iwaizumi Hajime, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya note. I want a bf with a hoodie to steal from </3

Akaashi Keiji

It's cold. 

The apartment is cold. Why is it cold?

Right- because your loving boyfriend is at work, has overtime and he’s not in the bed with you for cuddles. Blasphemy, betrayal at the highest level.

You grumble under your breath, and glance at the clock on the nightstand.

It’s still 7, and you really want Keiji home now. Getting up from bed, your brows furrow as you eye the room. Nothing has changed. No Keji, no sight of him, nothing, nuh uh– is that his hoodie? 

It is. It’s laid on the chair, and you smile. Well, if he isn’t here for cuddles, then he won’t mind you stealing his hoodie just for a bit, right?

He’s tired. Keiji want’s nothing more but to get into bed with you, snuggle against you and sleep. Shuffling off his shoes, he sluggishly moves around the room to change, before moving the covers so he could snuggle back into bed. He folds his glasses and puts it on the nightstand, eyes flickering over to you.

There you are, curled up on your side of the bed and… Is that his hoodie? 

A smile creeps up his face, and he lies down, moving so he could pull you to him. The movement wakes you for a moment, and you groan, opening an eye to look. “You’re late.” 

“I know, honey. I’m sorry.” He mumbles, pulling you to him. You just hum, wrapping your arms around him as you snuggle your head to his chest. “Mhm. You’re forgiven.”

Keiji chuckles, “Okay. Is that my hoodie?” 

You mumble against his chest, and he can tell that you’re already drifting off. “Mmhhmm. Missed you, stole it.”

“I can see that.” 

His answer is nothing but sleepy murmurs that make a low laugh leave his chest. “Okay, hon. I’ll let you sleep.” 

Iwaizumi Hajime 

“Haji.” 

“Hm?”

“D’ya mind grabbing something for me back in the classroom?” Your brows are furrowed, focused on the banner you were assigned to do for sport’s fest. He raises a brow and nods. “Nah. What is it?” 

“I left this paper? It has the added comments of the others, and I need it before I finish up the final sketches.”

“Got it. Be back in ten.”

“Mhm. Thanks.”

Just as he leaves, a cold breeze sweeps through the room, and you shiver. “Ugh, I should have told Hajime to bring my jacket too.” You grumble, putting down the pencil to rub your arms. You look around the room, and spot his hoodie next to his bag. 

“...Hm.” You eye it, before shrugging, moving to grab it and put it on. The moment you did, his smell wafts all over you and you smile. “Yeah. I feel a bit warmer now.” 

He comes by at the right moment, papers in hand as the door slides open, “I got the papers. Is there anything else– Is that my hoodie?”

You blink and look up at him. “Yeah. It is. I got cold.”

“Huh.” Hajime raises a brow and heads over to you. You reach for the papers, and you catch a smile on his lips. You frown. “What?”

“Nothing.” He smirks. “I was gone for five minutes, and you missed me already?” 

“What? No- I just- Ugh!” You huff and move to remove his hoodie, only for his laugh to stop you. “Relax, babe! I was kidding. You can keep it.” You narrow your eyes at him before returning your attention back to the sketches and the banner.

“Besides,” You glance up at the right time to spot the smirk on your boyfriends’ face. “It looks better on you.”

You flush. And throw the pencil at him.

Atsumu Miya

You grabbed the first thing you see in your wardrobe, threw it on, and walked around the house to do the chores for the day. It’s not like you didn’t know it was your boyfriends’. You knew it was his the moment you threw it on and it smelled like him. 

You simply opted to wear it, since you were too lazy to go through your dresser, and it was comfy. 

Also, he wasn’t around for two weeks due to a match he had scheduled so who is he to complain if he isn’t here.

You move around the kitchen, wiping down the counter, reorganizing the cabinet, and you hear the door slam open, and Atsumu calling out to you. “Babe!! I’m home!” 

You freeze, but before you could do anything to hide the fact you stole his hoodie, he appeared by the doorway. Smile wide, and definitely just came back from a two week long volleyball season. 

“Hey!” You smile. 

Then he pauses, and stares at you. You stay still, already knowing what he is staring at. 

“...Is that my hoodie?”

“Yeah.” You shrug. “Why, do you want it back?”

Atsumu stares at you, and breaks into a wide grin. “Now why would I ask ya that? It’s yours now, anyways.”

“Oh. Reall- WOAH!” He had moved around the counter and picked you up, grinning widely as he swings you back and forth while hugging you tightly. “‘Tsumu what-?” 

“Ya look so pretty in my hoodie.”

A giggle leaves your lips when he peppers kisses all over your face. “I miss you too, baby. I should steal your hoodies more if this is the reaction I get.”

He lands a kiss on your lips, and the both of you are smiling when he pulls away. “Yeah, I’ll start leaving my hoodies around for ya to take whenever you miss me or somethin’”

You grin. “Okay.”

Osamu Miya

It's laundry day. And you have nothing to wear to do laundry. 

Grumbling, you move around the room, searching for a good enough shirt and pause when you see Osamu’s hoodie hanging by the door. You glance at it, then at the full basket of laundry… 

Humming, you start laundry with Osamu’s hoodie on. 

He had left earlier for work, so you are left with laundry duty. It takes most of the morning, and during the afternoon, you lounge around the living room, scrolling through your phone. By the time 5 PM rolls around, you are fast asleep, wrapped in the familiar smell of Osamu through his very comfy hoodie.

The lights are off, so Osamu does his best to stay quiet as he moves around. But pauses when he notices your figure on the couch. Peeking over, he smiles. Soft, and absolutely in love, he notices his hoodie you are wearing and chuckles. 

He picks you up, the movement making you wake up for a bit. “Hi.” You mumble, closing your eyes and snuggling back in his arms as he takes you to your shared bedroom. “Hey,” Osamu laughs. “Got my hoodie, I see.”

“Mhm.” You shift, tapping his shoulder for him to put you down. “Laundry day. Needed to wear something.”

“Okay.” Osamu sets you down, raising a brow as you yawn. “Did you eat?” You ask him, rubbing your eyes as you pad towards the kitchen.

He shakes his head, and follows, eyeing the hoodie that nearly swallows you whole. “Mkay. I made dinner.” He watches you move around the kitchen, in his hoodie, and he smiles. A soft feeling settles in his chest at the domestic sight and a thought pops in his head as he helps you to set the table: Yeah. I’m going to marry this woman.

[kiyuhai]

iwaizumi, Osamu, and kuroo(if you write for him) with a s/o that has mochi-like (face😭) cheeks?!

note. hi!! thanks for the ask hehe<3 honestly, it would range with squishing and biting. they get cuteness aggression. tbh, me too.

Iwaizumi Hajime

It was the first thing he noticed from you. Round cheeks that remind him of…. Hajime looked at the mochi in his hands, and slowly raised it up to compare it to your cheeks, even from far away. “.... Mochi.”

Oikawa gives him a look, glances over to where he was staring, then grins. “Ah, did you mean [Name]-san?”

“Is that her name?”

“Yes?? Do you think her name was mochi or something?”

“Well, she looks like one.”

--

“So is that why you call me mochi? I thought it was just a cute nickname!!” You huff at him, shifting away from him as you pout. Hajime laughs, and scoots closer, only for you to move away. This takes only a few more scoots before you reach the end of the couch and you simply cross your arms and pout. 

He pokes your cheeks, “It is a cute nickname! Because it matches you.” 

You squint. “Are you trying to get on my good side right now, Iwaizumi?” 

“Oh no, not the last name.” Hajime rolls his eyes, but his smile only widens. You catch a glint of mischief in his eyes and freeze.

“What- hold on, what are you doing–” 

Too late. 

He has his hands on your face, squishing and kneading like there’s no tomorrow and you splutter. “Haji?!”

“Shhh, let me squish your very squishy face.”

You pout, but that makes it worse. Resign to your fate, oh, mochi-cheeked lover. 

(when you try to move away, he bites your cheek. Its the cuteness aggression talking.

Osamu Miya

It was his nickname to you, since you were friends and since you started dating. It NEVER went away. “Mochi-cheeks.”

You glare. “I have a name, y’know?!”

“Yeah,” Samu shrugs. “But mochi-cheeks match you better.”

Your cheeks puff out and he grins, pointing to them. “See? Mochi-cheeks.” 

“Ugh, ‘Samu!” 

He just laughs, and reaches over to hold your face in his hands, ultimately squishing your cheeks together. “‘Samu!!” He squishes your cheeks again, and you groan. 

“What, Mochi-cheeks?”

“Stop– Squisfhing me!” Your words come out muffled when he stretches your cheeks and he simply grins. 

“Nah.”

You narrow your eyes at him and his stupid lopsided grin, but you don’t really do a thing to stop him anyways. So that’s your fault. 

Kuroo Tetsurou

He bites you. Bite you as in, BIG chomp, teeth on your cheeks, and you screech. Loudly. “KUROO!”

Kuroo only smiles, pulling away slightly, a glint in his cat-like eyes and you lower your body, quickly maneuvering yourself away from him. You raise your hands up against him as you say, “Stay! No!"

"What? C'mon, sweets! I'm not gonna do anythin'!"

"No! You're a biiig liar, Kuroo. No! Stay- Bad Kuroo!! Bad- YAH!”

Unfortunately for you, he’s taller, and much more agile, so now he has you in his arms, keeping you in place despite your squirming and attempts to run away. 

You try again, “Kuroo-” the warning in your voice goes unnoticed- more like ignored- and he takes a big bite of your cheeks. 

You screech. 

He laughs. The stupid, hyena laugh. 

You are so gonna kill him.

[kiyuhai]

Pre-school Teacher Sugawara Koushi, who has a crush on his co-worker, a fellow pre-school teacher, you. You were hired at the same time he was, so safe to say, you were close. “Fellow pre-school teachers stay together.” He once said to you, smile wide and hand poised for a handshake when you got to know each other on the first day of work.

Pre-school Teacher Sugawara Koushi, whose students became his wing… kids(?) the moment they noticed that their teacher had a crush on the pretty teacher next door. They started making a ruckus during playtime hours, conspiring with the other class to request mixed play times, throwing tantrums and crying when either of you said no. Needless to say, you guys work together more often due to that.

Pre-school Teacher Sugawara Koushi, who helps you around with your papers and other things, such as carrying your papers and books, that even your fellow teachers and friends notice. 

Pre-school Teacher Sugawara Koushi, who once stayed back late with you when one of your kids’ parents came to pick their kid up late. He walked you home that night, and it ended with identical shy smiles after you kissed his cheek as thanks. 

Pre-school Teacher Sugawara Koushi, whose students continued to act as wingkids, with one of his pre-school girls actively taking his hand and dragging him to you during playtimes. She took your hand, and made you two hold hands. “Please?” She gave you two puppy-eyes, and you relented. You held hands for the rest of playtime. The kids would not stop giggling.

Pre-school Teacher Sugawara Koushi, who asked you out Thursday lunch, after one of your kids barfed all over your shirt, cried, and you had to take him to the clinic, then the hospital. He volunteered to look after your class, and later was the one to pick you up from the hospital with fresh new clothes and a date idea. You agreed. 

Pre-school Teacher Sugawara Koushi, who later, when asked by one of his kids if you two were dating, smiled widely and winked. “What do you think, Oh great wingwoman?” The kid squealed in joy. 

Pre-school Teacher Sugawara Koushi, who agreed when you suggested inviting your pre-school classes to your wedding years later, smiling when you said “If it wasn’t for them, we probably would have taken two more years.” He couldn’t agree more.

[kiyuhai]

✆ HIRAYA HOTLINE ✆

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📞 . . . call me kiyu <3, 18, mostly posts sfw 📞 . . . This hotline is for the Haikyuu Fandom, with special interest on Iwaizumi, Akaashi, Sugawara, and The Miya Twins,  📞 . . . Masterlist! . . . otw!

[kiyuhai]

solely dedicated to the lomls hajime and keiji 😔😔😔 my bias and my bias wrecker

[kiyuhai]

summary: You overheard his friends encourage him to confess to his crush (you). feat. Iwaizumi, Akaashi, Osamu Miya

I. IWAIZUMI HAJIME

“Bathroom break! I’ll be right back.” You tell Iwaizumi, chair screeching as you get up. He just nods, and returns his attention to the video playing on his phone, one that you searched up in hopes of roping him into the fandom of Alien Stage. 

You take about five minutes, before heading back down to your classroom, but there are new voices inside. Oikawa, Hanamaki and Mastukawa. You peek through the windows, but shrug, deciding that whatever they came to the classroom to bother Iwaizumi for is none of your business. 

The door slides open, quietly, then you freeze. 

“C’mon Iwa-chan!” Oikawa whines. Loudly. “When are you going to confess? It’s been ages!”

Hanamaki nods along, “Make a move at least, man.” 

Confess? You swallow. Hajime likes someone? 

They still don’t notice your presence, and you can see Hajime’s face contort into one of annoyance, but his ears are red. You bite your lip, not wanting to bring attention to yourself. “It’s none of your business.” He grumbles. 

“Really? I mean, I’m pretty sure [Name]-san likes you too.” Matsukawa shrugs. 

You choke. Me?! 

“[Name]-san does tend to favor Iwaizumi more than us when we go out…” Hanamaki mumbles. “That and you always favor [Name] over us. What are you even watching??"

“Yeah! Just shoot your shot, Iwa-chan. What’s the worst that could ha…” Oikawa’s eyes flit over to the door, and he pauses. “...ppen.” 

You raise a hesitant hand and wave. “...Hi? Am I… interrupting something?” 

Iwaizumi’s eyes widen, and he stares, before glaring at the other three. “Out.” 

“Yes sir!” Hanamaki and Matsukawa are quick to get on their feet and leave, glancing between you, and Iwaizumi, dragging a frozen Oikawa out of the classroom, but not before shouting “Sorry Iwaizumi!” and a “Goodluck!”

You’re still frozen by the door, and Iwaizumi is covering his eyes with his hand. “I’m sorry about them.” He manages to say, moving his hand downwards to cover his mouth, before sighing loudly, hand dropping to the desk. “...how long were you standing there?”

You smile, shy and unsure, and take your seat next to him. “Uhm, since Oikawa-san said confess–”

Iwaizumi groans. “Of course. That idiot.”

You laugh, “Hey! Don’t beat him up. I- so, Uhm.” You pause, before glancing at the paused video on his screen to his definitely embarrassed face. “... You like me?” 

He blinks, and you see his face redden, but he nods, hand covering the lower half of his face as he avoids your eyes. “Yeah. Uhm. For a while… now.” Then he mumbles, “I didn’t want you finding out like this… stupid Oikawa.” 

You flush, and let out a sheepish chuckle. “Really?”

He nods, and you smile. “That's… great. Cuz, uhm– I like you too.” You cough, feeling extremely awkward, but when you see his face light up as he looks at you, you feel like this is a moment you would look back on fondly in a few years. 

“Yeah? You do?”

“Uhuh.” You smile turning shy. You can see his grin widen, and he inches his seat closer to yours. 

“Then I guess I don’t have to beat up Shittykawa later.”

You let out a laugh.

II. OSAMU MIYA

You were just passing by the gym to drop off your cousins’ things before you left. You really didn’t mean to eavesdrop on Atsumu and Osamu’s talk near the vending machine. 

“I dunno, ‘Tsumu.” The moment you heard Osamu’s voice right by the corner, you pause. In your hands are Shin's things that he asked you to drop by the gym, but you look terrible right now, and your friend and also simultaneous crush, Osamu Miya is right by the corner. 

“Really, Samu?” Tsumu sounds serious. “Ya really gonna pass up the chance to admit your feelings ‘ta [Name]?”

You freeze. What?

Samu sighs, the sound of a drink clinking as it hits the metal of the vending machine. You hear the sizzle of soda, and silence for a minute before Samu speaks. “I don’t wanna ruin our friendship, that’s all.” 

“Yeah, well, you’re kind of an idiot, ‘Samu.”

There’s silence, before Astumu lets out a loud “Ow!” and Samu grumbles, “The hell you mean by that, dumbass?”

“Ow– you don’t have to hit me, man!” 

“Yeah, well yer deserved it.”

“For calling you an idiot?!” 

You can tell that Atsumu was going to start another fight, and that Samu has a grin on his face, but Tsumu seems to have reigned in his urge to punch his twin, instead continuing his sentence. “Look, ‘Samu. It’s clear to everyone that [Name] likes yer back, so shoot your shot.”

You blink. WHAT?! You were going to stay still for a few more minutes, but let out the loudest shriek of your life when you feel a hand on your shoulder from behind. 

Turning, wide eyed, hands clutching your chest, you glare. “SHIN!”

Your cousin just blinks at you, and you can tell he’s judging you slightly from the way his lips turn downwards, eyes sharp as he looks at your panicked state and just states, “What’s taking you so long?”

You stammer, “Oh, uhm, well, you see–”

The shriek you let out earlier unfortunately told the Miya  twins that you were there, and had turned the corner, both faces turned in both worry and confusion. “[Name]?” 

You curse, turn to them and smile. “Hi.” Then you turn back to Shin and shove his things to him, before taking off, yelling out a “Okay, See you, Bye!” Face burning red as you think back to the fact that Osamu Miya has a crush on you, too.

You leave a confused Shinsuke Kita behind, and twins that stare at your retreating back, before exchanging glances. 

“She heard us, didn’t she?” Samu says. His twin nods, and lets out another loud “OW!” when Samu fully punches his side.  “What the hell, Samu?!” 

He does confess to you another day, but that was after a good week of you barely meeting his eyes.

III. AKAASHI KEJI

Bokuto is LOUD. 

Because you didn’t need to be close to the gym to hear the snowy haired’s booming voice, “WHAT?!”

You pause, hands midway to reaching for the gym doors. Brows furrowed, you slowly open the door, but Bokuto is loud, excited, basically vibrating in joy, as he talks to Akaashi Keiji.

You were looking for Akaashi to ask a few things regarding your shared project before you left, but what you didn’t expect is to hear Bokuto’s next words.

“You're finally partnered with [Name]?! That’s great bro! Maybe you’ll get to confess while you work on that project!!” You blank out. 

What. 

Akaashi’s back is to you, but Bokuto hasn’t even noticed you yet, continuing to ramble despite Akaashi’s embarrassed, “Bokuto-san.” 

“Say, Akaashi– you should take this chance to confess, yknow? I have a hunch [Name] likes you…” He trails off, Bokuto finally realizing you are there, standing frozen as your face reddens. 

You clear your throat, and you swear you never saw Akaashi’s head snap towards you that fast. You meet his wide eyed gaze with a small smile. “Uhm, Hi, Bokuto-san, Akaashi-san.” 

Akaashi’s composure is still stiff with what you can tell is embarrassment at the fact you heard everything Bokuto said, and his ears are red. “... [Name]-san.” 

“.... I’m so sorry, Akaashi.” Bokuto says, frozen in place as his eyes flicker from you to Akaashi. You just smile, awkward, but you continue, “Uhm, Akaashi-san, can I talk to you for a sec? It’s about.. Uhm, our project.”

“Ah. Yes, of course.” He nods his head, and you head out of the gym. 

The air is awkward, and you’re silent for a while, before Akaashi clears his throat. “What are your questions, [Name]-san?”

“Ah. Right.” You converse normally, but you can tell that there’s an awkward air the moment you have eye contact only for both of your heads to aggressively turn the opposite direction. 

“... That’s about it, Akaashi-san.” You smile, and he nods, offering you a smile of his own, and you think wow pretty. You internally kick yourself. “Ah- I’m sorry if I took away a part of your practice time.” You realize how long it took to discuss your project, already hearing the squeak of shoes from inside the gym, and quickly apologize.

“Ah, no, It's okay [name]-san.” He smiles again, reassuringly, and you hesitantly nod. “Okay.” 

It’s silent again, and you quickly excuse yourself, before Akaashi stops you with a quiet, “[Name]-san?” 

“Hm?” You look at him, and you can tell that he’s a bit nervous.

“About what Bokuto-san said… I hope you aren’t burdened by my feelings.” He flushes, and you blink. His hand nervously rubs the back of his nape, “You don’t have to return them. I just hope it won’t be more awkward with this project we have to finish….” 

You nod, slowly, “Uhm, Ah.. Okay.” You pause for a moment, then you quietly say, “I don’t think you have to worry about me not returning those feelings, anyways.”

His head snaps up to meet your gaze, but you smile. “I’ll chat with you later about the project again, Akaashi-san. Have fun at practice! See you!” 

And you run off, leaving Akaashi with wide eyes. He lets out a disbelieving chuckle, but he says to your retreating back, “... See you.” 

[kiyuhai]

im trying to churn something out for the lomls but my brain is so fried

[kiyuhai]

Observant Osamu Miya, who knew you since elementary, and knew that you had foods you aren’t fond of. He knew that despite the fact you eat whatever is on your plate, courtesy of your parents’ upbringing, you would wince and try to ignore the lingering taste of the vegetable you particularly dislike.

Observant Osamu Miya, who told you that you didn’t have to eat the food you don’t like. You just said that it's ingrained in you, so you still eat what's on your plate. 

Observant Osamu Miya, who, after that day,  made sure that the food made whenever you come around at their house or the food he brings over, doesn’t have the foods you don’t like. Atsumu called it favoritism, he called it caring for you. Besides, even at the young age of 8 Osamu liked seeing your smile when you eat.

Observant Osamu Miya, who started bringing you bento boxes during high school, carefully catered to your tastes. He made sure that the specific ingredient you dislike isn’t added in the dish. He makes sure that even if it was, its taste isn’t noticeable.

Observant Osamu Miya, who picks out the food you don't like out of your plate before giving it to you. Atsumu complains about favoritism (again), Osamu doesn’t bother correcting him.

Observant Osamu Miya, who loves seeing your smile when you eat foods you like.

[kiyuhai]

The Glasses Scene

Haikyuu! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Akaashi Keiji ❥➳·₊˚

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〃cw: slightly suggestive (if you squint) 〃fluff, Time-skipped! 〃pairing: Akaashi Keiji x reader 〃wc: 585

a/n: I needed a closure. I need to get this scene OUT OF MY MIND. Also, I suck at describing scene, this is the best I can do. *sigh*

You’re scrolling through your phone, minding your own business, when suddenly a reel pops up. It’s an edit clip of the k-drama romcom — Business Proposal.

That scene.

That damn glasses scene.

No matter how many times it appears, it still gets you.

You don’t even realise the smile pulling at your lips until a quiet giggle slips out, the kind that makes you sound like a flustered schoolgirl trying to stifle her excitement with the back of her hand.

Akaashi notices. Of course he does. He always does.

But he never says anything. Just glances over the top of his book with that calm, thoughtful look, and then returns to his pages like nothing happened.

Days passed and you have forgotten about it.

Until one quiet evening.

You’re in the kitchen rinsing off the last mug when you hear soft thud of his footsteps behind you.

You put the drying cloth aside, and just as you turn to greet him — he’s already there, standing close enough that your noses almost touch.

You’re caught off guard as he rests both hands on the counter behind you, caging you in with ease.

“I’m back, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice gentle as ever, gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart pound.

Before you can say anything, he reaches for the side of his glasses with one hand. Your breath hitches.

In one swift move, he slides it off and sets it down onto the counter behind you. His gaze sharp and focuses intently on you. And something about this moment feels very cinematic. It feels almost unreal.

Then he leans in and captures your lips.

It starts off slow. Intentional. Like he’s taking his time savouring you.

His lips are soft, moving gently over yours, coaxing you open with every swap. He licks at your bottom lip. A soft, demanding request that you would never deny.

You granted him entrance, and the kiss deepens almost immediately.

It turns from sweet and gentle to a tangle of heat and need.

It becomes hot and messy in the most dizzying way. One hand slides up your back, pulling you flush against him, while the other cups your jaw, leaving no room for you to escape.

You clutch his shirt tightly like your life depends on it, and your knees go weak from the way his mouth claims yours. He kisses you like he’s starved for it. Like he’s been holding back far too long.

Just as your legs start to give out, he finally pulls back. He rests his forehead againsts yours as you struggle to catch your breath.

“So?” his voice barely above a whisper. “Did that live up to the drama?”

Then it clicks — he was copying that scene.

But you can only stare at him with wide eyes, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips, still panting softly.

He chuckles and brushes his thumb across your lips, wiping away the faint string of saliva, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You take a deep breath, trying to steady the rapid thump of your heartbeat, “W-when did you learn that?”

His lips curl into a faint smirk, gaze flickering to your lips once again.

“Can’t have you obsessing over someone else,” he murmurs, letting his hands slip under your shirt, fingers tracing the bare skin of your waist.

Then he leans in again, lips brushing the shell of your ear as his whispers,

“Now…how about we recreate the next part of the scene, hmm?”

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[kiyuhai]

Iwaizumi Hajime, who, when he first saw you in the crowd of Oikawa’s fangirls, knew he wouldn’t have a chance– not when you were into Oikawa. 

Iwaizumi Hajime, who stared in shock when you separated from the gaggle of fangirls and headed over to him, shyly handing him an envelope, and a cold bottle of water. 

Iwaizumi Hajime, who stumbled and stammered over his words, but nevertheless was able to mutter out a thank you. He replayed the smile you gave him that day over and over again. It became a problem when he got distracted during practice and got hit by the ball.

Iwaizumi Hajime, who, when he saw you again, was determined to not ruin this chance and struck up conversation, leading to him walking you to class, which eventually became routine. 

Iwaizumi Hajime, who didn’t bother correcting Matsukawa and Hanamaki when they teased him about his crush on you, and only muttered a small “soon”, when they asked him if you were his girlfriend. 

Iwaizumi Hajime, who confessed to you right before a match, and got your response at the end of it, with a kiss on the cheek and a cold bottle of water next to him. He had frozen in place, and ignored all the teasing the team and his friends were giving, only focused on the shy smile on your face and the blush that spread on your face, unaware of the same blush and smile on his face. 

Iwaizumi Hajime, who waits for you at the end of the aisle years later with a watery smile, and eyes full of love. 

[kiyuhai]

Bite !!

You have a thing. A thing for biting.  It's a love language, a habit, a lifestyle.  You aren’t exactly shy about it, but you haven’t bitten your boyfriend yet. That changes today! feat. Iwaizumi, Akaashi & Atsumu Miya

Iwaizumi Haijime

He froze in place the first time he felt your teeth sink into his skin. It wasn’t even a hard bite, just a small “nyom”, before you let go and continued on your task like you didn’t leave a bite mark on your boyfriend's bicep.

He gives you a blank look, before moving over to you. “What was that?” He asks, his arm moving to hug your waist. You shrug, “Love language.”

“Oh?” He raises a brow at you, and you miss the mischievous grin that appears on his face.

You let out a giggle. “Haji!” His mouth is on your cheeks, biting into the soft flesh and you squirm to move away from him. “Hey!!”

“What?” He grins, watching you rub at your cheeks. “You said it yourself. Love language.”

“Yeah but– Hey! Hey no!” Your protests are drowned by giggles as he pulls you closer, mouth wide as he chomps on your cheeks. Again. “Haji! Ewww-” You push his face away. “You’re slobbering on me!” 

You try to keep your lips in a firm line, only to devolve into a giggling mess as Hajime chomps on your cheek. 

Later, when you chomp on his arm again, he doesn’t freeze, instead, a smile finds its way on his lips. 

Akaashi Keiji

You didn’t bite hard. 

I mean, you leave small bites on the arms or shoulders of your friends, but when you bit Keiji, you didn’t bite deep out of slight fear of accidentally hurting the man. 

The first time you bit him, it was out of cuteness aggression and you apologized right after. He looked at you with slightly wide eyes. You apologize again, but you see him smile. “What was that for?”

You explain, shyly. Akaashi just hums, and nonchalantly goes, “... Can I bite back?”

Oh shit.

Anyways, that now ends up with the both of you biting each other.

You bite him, he bites back. It's gentle, but sometimes, both of you end up with bite marks that last for quite a while. 

Bokuto and Kuroo give both of you looks, but when they ask you just shrug and go, “Love language.”

“Uhuh. Yeah, definitely."

Atsumu Miya

He yelped. Like, jumped up and yelped kind, when he first felt you bite. 

Eyes wide, body tense like he was in a fight as you looked at you. You pause, you let go, you blink. 

Atsumu stares at you, and you stare back. “?? What the fuck?”

“Hi.” Is all you said, smiling widely.

“?? What??” 

You shrug. “Love language.”

“That doesn’t explain anything?”

You tilt your head, and despite the smile on your face, he can see the small glimpse of nervousness in it. “Do you hate it?” You pause. “I can- like- stop.”

“NO!” He clears his throat. “I mean! No! Don’t! You can bite me anywhere!” Atsumu frantically removes his shirt and you scramble, “Tsumu, you don’t have to remove your shirt??” 

It takes a while for you to get him to put his shirt back on, and you stare at him with furrowed brows. “Are you calm now??”

“Yeah.” He’s looking away from you now and you tilt your head. “So ...You don’t mind if I bite you?”

He shakes his head. "No!"

You smile. “Okay!” 

Every bite mark you leave is proudly shown off to whoever is unlucky enough to stumble upon Astumu Miya.