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"Want some granola?" Suna asks, totally unsympathetic to your blubbering form sitting on the stairs between the fourth and fifth floor in front of him.

"Rin…I'm literally…" you groan, tired of it all. A few tears are swiped from your moist cheeks as you shudder and attempt to even out your voice. "No, Rintaro. I don't want any damn granola. I want my boyfriend back! How the hell can he just break up with me like that, over text of all freakin' things?! He's…he…he's a…"

"A dunce face," Suna completes for you.

"Yeah! A dunce face! I mean, why would he do that? How can he do that? We were fine last week!"

"Humans are fickle creatures," he muses.

"Yeah? Ha. Well then it's official. I hate humans- oh, except for you of course," you quickly say to your best friend. "But that…dunce face, and our physics professor, and the lady at the store who didn't give me proper change- I hate them!"

"Mm, I'm not a human actually," he says around a mouthful, noting the flavor profile between the oats and…nutmeg? Mhm, nutmeg. They totally put nutmeg in it. "I'm a genie."

"Oh, really?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Yup. I'm not fickle at all. In fact, I've had the fattest crush on you for the last few years and never wavered. Even when your face looks like that. I probably love you by now or whatever. Don't know what's wrong with your boy toy," Suna shrugs as if he didn't just confess to you and smacks his lips. "Anyways, Atsumu is waiting for me on the quad. I was supposed to be there half an hour ago but a pesky human kept me back."

Suna drops the mostly finished bag of granola on your lap, only containing the little bits and pieces you liked, and plants a big kiss on you, right on your snotty and bitten lips. "Later, dude."

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“My life has finally…finally gotten kinda fun.”

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suna rintaro • christmas eve princess

“c’mon, baby. don’t be like that.”

you huffed back at your boyfriend, your arms crossed over your chest as you childishly pouted. you walked ahead of him, continuing your journey to the passenger seat of his luxury car.

“hey, sweetheart, stop.” he chuckled as you continued to ignore him.

the silent treatment that you played didn’t let up as you neared his car in the store’s packed parking lot, much to his dismay. he stayed behind you, his large hands filled with your family’s christmas gifts you both had just purchased last minute.

it started out small, this argument did.

suna, ever the lazy man he is, pushed aside gift buying for weeks as your schedule filled once finals season approached, resulting in your shopping to begin the night before christmas. to say that you were irritated would be an understatement when you found that there were no gifts to wrap.

you wanted to kill rintaro, and even contemplated makibg sleep on the couch for a week— but it was christmas eve and even though he was annoying, you still wanted nothing more than to be near him during this holiday season.

angry or not.

as you approached your passenger door, you turned around briefly to take one look at him.

his hair was collecting snowflakes, the jet black locks speckled with white fuzz beautifully. his strong arms were carrying two heavy bags and one large electronic box for your younger sibling, and although he looked as if the items were nothing compared to him, you could tell that he was struggling slightly to carry them all in this cold, and his long fingers were most likely numb from the cold.

“wait, just a second. you know that you’re not allowed to open your own door; that’s my job.” suna corrected as your glove clad hand reached the car door handle.

you rolled your eyes, but felt your heart warm a few temperatures at his manners.

“let me just set these in the trunk and i’ll get you in that nice and toasty car, ‘kay? don’t want my princess getting too cold.” he explained as he popen the trunk, and carefully set the gifts in there.

you waited patiently, frustrated at him, but nevertheless ignored him still.

he tucked his frozen hands in his pockets breifly as he walked around the your side of the car, sending a flirty wink your way as he watched your eyes follow his moves briefly before looking off in the distance.

“i saw that, pretty girl.” he chuckled under his breath as he reached you.

the close proximity of him suddenly, caused a warm feeling to envelop your cold body. his scent filled your lungs as you breathed in the harsh air, your eyes nearly rolling back at the smell.

he was intoxicating.

his bare hand covered yours to gain your attention, wanting nothing more than to see your eyes on him once more— those pretty eyes that he adored.

when you didn’t budge, he let out an airy laugh at your behavior,

“sweetie, c’mon. look at me…” his voice was nearly teasing, catlike in every way as he spoke.

“what?” you harshly huffed out.

“ah, there she is. there’s your pretty voice that i missed so much.” he gently cooed at you. you found it condescending.

“what do you want, rintaro? i’m cold.” you were icy cold when you asked him, your voice cruel.

he ignored your attitude, tucking a loose strand behind your ear before caging you against the car door.

“rintaro! what is wrong with you? i’m freezing and i have to go home and wrap presents because you,” you shoved your finger against his coat covered chest. “didn’t tell me that we didn’t have any until last minute! now, i’m going to be exhausted all fucking day tomorrow because i’ll go to bed late”.

he smirked as you shouted quietly at him, careful not to make a scene.

he didn’t want to invalidate you in anyway, because he knew very well that he fucked up this year, but something about how adorable you looked in your puffy coat he bought you had his heart bursting. you looked so damn cute, exclaiming about your worries while you dressed warmly. your cheeks were flushed from the harsh cold, your nose beginning to run as well.

you had his whole heart and you didn’t even realize it.

you noticed the smug look on his face, immediately resulting in a punch to his shoulder.

he hissed in pain lowly, his broad body flinching back slightly before the hand covering yours nursed the now sore muscle.

“ouch, baby. that was awfully mean of you, don’t you think?”

you huffed in annoyance before turning around and opening the door yourself. but, just as you opened it, your boyfriend was quick to shut it with his knee.

“hey! what is your-“

he face leaned closer to yours, his cold nose touching your own freezing one. his dark eyes bored into yours and his lips brushed against yours gently.

“you know only i open this door for you, no one else. not even you.” he whispered darkly, his voice raspy.

you nodded slowly, allowing him to reach next to you and open the door back open for you, his eyes never leaving yours. he backed up enough for the door to fully open.

“go in.”

you obeyed reluctantly. you slid into the luxurious car, the soft heated cushions welcoming you happily with comforting warmth. you let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling, before turning your attention back to your doting boyfriend. he leaned in towards you slowly, your breath hitched as his torso entered the warm car. his face became nothing but a few inches away from yours, giving you the impression that he was going to give you a forgiving kiss. but instead, he reached a few inches behind him, and pulled the seatbelt around your lap before buckling it.

“gotta keep my little princess safe, don’t i? these roads are icy, brat.”

you nodded along, at loss for words.

“suna?” you called out after a few moments of thought as he was exiting the vehicle.

he stopped momentarily, crouching over slightly to hear and look at you as you spoke.

“kiss me.” you whispered.

he smiled wide, and if his cheeks weren’t frostkissed you could’ve seen the blush that creeped upon him at your words.

“of course.”

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tags: 18+ minors dni,smoking (both reader and aki), talk of death, gn reader, insinuation of sex, first kiss, let know if i missed anything

synopsis: aki is so sweet, you just had to have a taste.

It’s quiet, as he liked but it’s unfamiliar. Ever since the making of his ragtag team Aki’s living space has grown used to loudness, a habit none of his team could curb - except for you. Then again you are an exception in most cases of his life. You don’t like regular milk and prefer soy milk, he makes an exception to go from his rigid grocery list to buy the soy milk you like. You love all things sweet; jellys, suckers, hard candies, Aki keeps different flavored bubblegum for you in his back pocket. He can deny it all he wants but the fact remains that he has a soft spot for you.

He even shares his cigarettes with you.

The quiet of the room is broken and you paddle in from the living room to the balcony where he sits, taking in the cool air and watching what little are out pass by. It’s been hot so you’re wearing clothes that reveal more than he’s used to, more than he can handle at this point in your relationship. Dating is…unfamiliar to him. He knows what love is, what it looks like - the dates, flowers and chocolates but the life you two have; it’s danger and cruelty doesn’t let such things happen. You don’t seem to mind, he notes.

You like it when he makes changes to the grocery list, when he folds your laundry and when he does the dishes. You treat acts like they are flowers and chocolates and dates at high class restaurants. You look happy, he hopes he makes you happy. You’re wearing short shorts, the kind that rises and sits at the curving plush of your ass and he tries to not look when you bend to take things out from the grocery bangs. He feels you come behind him in the chair he sits in and wraps your arm around his shoulders. The sleeve of your shirt is a spandex material, you hate short sleeve shorts with passion so you always wear something like this.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” He asks and he feels you hum near his ear. Your cheek presses into his hair that flows down to his neck, free from his hair tie. Twirling one of his locks around your finger you respond,

“I can’t sleep when you aren’t with me. I don’t feel safe enough.” He hums back and ignores the twitch of his lip in amusement. Kitten-like and sweet it’s no wonder he loves you so. Reaching back, he takes your hand in his and squeezes it.

“I’m here, sorry I stink of cigarettes.” He apologizes as he rubs his thumb over the knuckle of your hand. Aki hears you laugh and you press a kiss to his ear - he ignores how it makes him turn pink. Your hand comes into his vision and he lets his jaw relax for you to take it. Going from behind him you situate yourself at his side, half sitting on the armrest of his chair and taking a drag of his cigarette before letting the smoke release. This career isn’t lucrative, you’ll die young anyways killed by a vice would be better than the fate of dying at the hands of a devil.

“There now we both stink of cigarettes.” You say with a smile that’s less empty when you give it to him. You keep the cigarette and take another drag. He reaches to take it back and you huff softly, taking it out of his reach.

“What, you want another indirect kiss?” You tease and he shakes his head. He leans further into your space - he takes in the knee socks and the fullness of your thighs but stays stead and takes back the smoking white stick you keep from him. He takes a drag then moves to it with his left hand, further from you.

“No, I don’t want you smoking.” You shake your head and smile at his comment - he’s said such things every time but you see how his hand laxes to pass you his cigarette. Little pleasures for little lives.

“You always say that but you still give it to me.” Aki sighs and his arm goes from being next to you to around your waist. He leans in, places his head onto your shoulder and snuffs the cigarette on the dish next to him. You smell of his detergent and your shared room.

“And you always make a comment on indirect kisses, if you just want a kiss just ask for one instead of mooching off my cigarettes.” He feels you stiffen and he smiles at the embarrassed look on your face he knows is there. His arm wrapped around you, leads to his hand that rests at your hips, slips up, his palm at your stomach.

You squirm and he can feel you try to get up but he keeps you there - you often forget how strong Aki is given how gentle he is with you. So he keeps there, in the night air, with the scent of cigarettes and laundry detergent, hand pressing into the warmth of your skin.

“You want a kiss? Is that it?” He asks you and your shoulders tense before you nod, face warm not from the heat but from the feeling blooming in your chest. You hear his laugh, it’s soft and kind, it makes you want to hide from him because this isn’t what you’re used to.

“C’mere, face me.” He says and it’s the usual Aki talks, calm and reserved so you listen, turning and descending to his space. You catch the blue of his eyes and you want to squirm with how he looks at you, affection unrestrained and unrestricted. He brings you in close, his other hand bringing your face closer to his. He kisses you, just letting his lips brush against yours and you hate how you whine the softest bit.

Aki pulls away and your face feels hot, he smiles.

“Do you want another?”

You nod, so desperate you forget your embarrassment. Something twinkle in his clear eyes and you shudder at what you’ve awakened. He leans back in the chair, you follow, going from the armrest to infront of him and he sighs at the sight. You’re pretty everyday, but desperation makes you lovelier.

“Ask, and I’ll give it to you.”

You end up asking all night, and for more, good thing Aki makes exceptions for you.

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈

word count: 1k. fic.

cw: female!reader. fluff. yuuji crushing hard. megumi being fed up.

notes: this was supposed to be smut but as i was writing it, it kinda reminded me of the guy i used to go out with when i was in college so it’s heavily based off of that. idk how i feel about it.

“if you don’t close your mouth, you’re gonna choke on a fly or something,” megumi scolds yuuji, smacking the back of his head to snap him back to reality. yuuji blinks a few times, bringing a hand to the back of his head as he turns to his friend with a scowl on his face.

“hey! that hurt,” yuuji furrows his brow, his lips jutting out into a pout as he glares at the dark-haired boy.

“stop spacing out, what are you even look-” megumi looks up to see you a few tables away, biting on your bottom lip as you take notes on something. “oh, never mind.”

yuuji feels his ears turn red and turns away from megumi, who just scoffs and rolls his eyes at him.

“why don’t you just ask her out? staring at her like a creep isn’t gonna get you anywhere,” megumi frowns. “besides, we didn’t come here so you could ogle at her, we need to finish this project.”

“i am not ogling,” yuuji shoots back. “she just happens to be in my field of vision.”

megumi rolls his eyes again. “yeah right, just like you happen to be taking the same art classes even though you have no creative bone in your body or how you happen to know when she studies in the library, you freak.”

he didn’t know what else to say other than he likes you a whole lot and he’s not very good at hiding it. yuuji tries to play it off, even though he knows megumi won’t buy it.

“i’m not a freak. we just cross paths a lot, that’s all,” yuuji lies.

“yeah, okay,” megumi looks at him unimpressed.

yuuji glances at you again. you’re just so perfect. the way you smile at him reaches your eyes too, and they crinkle up when you look up at him. and your lips were just so kissable, always wearing some kind of lip gloss.not to mention how sweet you were to him, using free periods to help him with his homework.

admittedly, yuuji knew he was being a little much, but you were you. he couldn’t remember ever liking a girl as much as he liked you. he wanted to ask you out, he really did, but he couldn’t stand the idea of you rejecting him. so he found himself being content with your friendship.

you look up, seeing yuuji staring at you and you smile, waving at the pink-haired boy. yuuji smiles sheepishly at you, embarrassed that you caught him staring at you. he manages to wave back at you as you gather your stuff and walk over to the two boys.

“hi yuuji! hi megumi!” you chirp. “is it okay if i sit with you guys?”

“yeah, go ahead,” megumi smiles at you. you thank him, taking the seat in front of yuuji. you take out all of your supplies, going back to taking your notes.

megumi scribbles something down on a piece of paper before kicking yuuji under the table. yuuji opens his mouth to say something but stops when megumi subtly shifts the piece of paper so yuuji could read it.

don’t be a pussy and ask her out

yuuji squints his eyes at him before focusing his attention on the worksheet in front of him, or pretending to focus anyway. megumi huffs, deciding to take matters into his own hands. he calls out your name and yuuji starts panicking internally when you lift your head.

“have you eaten yet? maybe we could all get some food when you’re done with your notes,” he offers.

“oh yeah, i’m starving actually-“

“great, well i just got a message from my roommate and my dog ran away so i have to get going,” megumi gathers his things and slings his backpack over his shoulder. “but yuuji here is completely free. you guys have fun, okay?”

megumi shoots you a smile, completely avoiding the glare that yuuji is sending him, before he walks out of the library.

“i didn’t know megumi had a dog.”

yuuji sighs. “that’s because he doesn’t.”

“oh? then why-“

“ugh, i’m so lame,” yuuji groans, holding his head in his hands as you tilt your head in confusion.

“yuuji, we don’t have to go anywhere. if you need to go-“

“i was waiting because i had a plan, and then megumi had to do that,” he mumbles to himself.

“plan? plan for what?”

“i like you,” yuuji blurts out. “i like you a lot, and i was gonna tell you. i-i had this whole thing planned out and i was gonna ask you to dinner but then megumi got tired of hearing me talk about you, and i took these art classes because you were in them, but i don’t want you think that i’m like weird, i just-“

you start to giggle, effectively cutting off yuuji’s rambling as he lifts his head up.

“you’re cute, yuuji,” you smile at him. “i was wondering when you’d come out and say it.”

“huh?”

you roll your eyes, packing your stuff. “you’re not very subtle, you know. not to be rude, but you can’t paint for shit but you’re in all my painting classes. and you don’t need my help in calculus, nobara told me you’re at the top of your class.”

“oh.”

“yeah,” you shrug. “i like you too by the way, if i didn’t say that already.”

it takes a moment for yuuji to process your words.

you knew. you feel the same.

“wait,” yuuji sits up. “you knew and you like me back?”

“yup,” you nod.

“well, why didn’t you say anything?” his lips droop down into a pout. “i’ve been suffering for months, and you didn’t even say anything.”

“wanted to see how long it took for you to ask me out. nobara and i kinda had a bet going on,” you answered truthfully. “but i guess megumi beat you to it.”

“tease,” he mutters.

“yeah,” you lean over the table until you’re only inches away from yuuji’s face. “but you like me anyway.”

you smirk as you pull away and stand up. he looked so cute all flustered like that.

“anyway, now that the cat’s out of the bag,” you reach your hand out for him to grab. “where do you wanna eat, pretty boy?”

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puppy love

an angsty hinata x reader [0.7k]

⎯⎯ order from @mitskitadori: hinata with puppies, chocolate and holding hands.

warnings: none

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a/n: i didnt forget abt the event, i‘m just slow af <3 thank u for ur patience!

this is part of my 1k event

You had known Hinata for basically your entire life. Grown up as neighbors and visiting the same kindergarden and schools - it was guaranteed that the two of you would become close.

Oh and you were. Best friends ever since you were in your diapers.

You were one when you met him for the first time, not really noticing each other as the two of you were still in your own world, yet being somewhat aware of each other’s presence.

You were two when you started pulling on each other’s hair out of curiosity and softly patting the head when the other one started to cry.

You were three when you started swapping toys after a play date, knowing that you would get them back as soon as you saw each other again.

You were four when you excitedly retold fairy tales and your favorite movies with your plushies.

You were five when you ran around the backyard and scraped your knee, only to have him run towards you and console you, calling you strong and brave.

You were six when you sat together at the dinner table, hunched over your homework with your heads fuming and fingers cramping around your pencil.

You were seven when you stood up for each other, defending your best friend from mean kids in your grade.

You were eight when you had sleepovers every other weekend, giggling into the dark hours of the night until you finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

You were nine when you chased each other with sticks, imagining those were swords as you fought in your own fantasy world.

You were ten when your cheeks flushed whenever you were given a compliment, giggling and shaking your head in embarrassment.

You were eleven when you walked around with intertwined hands, just like you had always done, yet this time you worried for your hands to become sweaty, not wanting the other one to let go.

You were twelve when he pressed his lips on yours in a silly game of truth or dare, pulling away after a few seconds with a bright grin on his face and his ears red.

You were thirteen when you sacrificed all of your free time for him, helping him to practice because even if other people gave up, you told yourself that you would never want to leave him.

You were fourteen when you consoled him after his first match, cursing his opponents and ready to throw a punch as he recounted the harsh words that were thrown at him.

You were fifteen when you saw him get beaten down again, only to come back stronger and even more determined.

You were sixteen when you cheered for him in the stands of ever match, bouncing with excitement whenever he scored and screaming his name as soon as the match was over, wanting him to know that you‘ll always be there for him.

You were seventeen when you looked up at him, prouder than ever for bringing his team so far as they stood side by side, a smile on their lips and tears brimming in everyone‘s eyes.

You were eighteen when the two of you graduated, sharing a tight hug with your diploma in hand, scared of what the future might bring.

When you were nineteen you watched him leave you behind, tears in his eyes as he ran towards his goal, not even looking back once.

You were twenty one when you saw him again - a changed man, still as bubbly and as excited as ever, yet his eyes seemed so far, not looking at you but looking through you, almost like you weren’t there.

You were twenty two when you forced a smile on your face whenever he talked about this special person to him.

You were twenty three when he showed you a ring, a beautiful ring, and stumbled over his words to which you only gave him a reassuring nod.

You were twenty four when you saw him standing at the altar, staring at the person right next to him with the beaming grin that he once gave you.

You were twenty four when you realized that a puppy love was all you ever shared - one that never blossomed into something more.

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fruit of the heart

What do you do when you’re stuck with a stranger for forty-eight hours? Fall in love, of course.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: i ate the last of my ice cream and a day later i thought i had some left, and this is is what came out of it. enjoy my ✨brain rot✨

WORD COUNT: 0.5K

WARNINGS: none!

PAIRING: Sugawara Koushi x gn!reader

↳ STRANGERS TO LOVERS, BUDDING ROMANCE ↲

Sometimes your universe will feel like it lacks something… 

You never imagined being trapped inside during your overnight shift at your aunt’s twenty-four hour ice cream shop (For two days you might add.) would end in an food fight and kissing a boy you’ve never met, but here you were, sitting beneath the cash register while you laugh breathlessly, shoulder to shoulder, merriment renting a home in the curve of your mouth for the night.

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cheers to you & i

Love has a funny way of working itself into one’s life, and in doing so, upheaving everything they’ve ever known — but you suppose it’s always had its reason. So, with that in mind, you learn to reroot yourself, and finally, say goodbye.

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SUGGESTED LISTENING: nothing / sad n stuff by lizzy mcalpine and pure love by mother mother

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i think we’ve all loved someone who we always wonder about somewhere down the line, and i think we’ve all loved someone so purely, that when it didn’t work out, our hearts are tired. this, is my heart getting rest. // big thank you @smoochiesdiarie @frogtanii and @chimielie who beta’d this, y’all are angels <3

WORD COUNT: 1.4K

WARNINGS: fluff and angst, post rejection healing/recovery?? post time skip but no spoilers whatsoever

PAIRINGS: Sugawara Koushi x gn!reader

↳ BEST FRIENDS TO ALMOST LOVERS ↲

Soulmates didn’t exist.

This was a belief you’d grown into early on, you think, when the first boy you’d truly loved broke your heart.

And when the world moved on after, it only confirmed your fears — but you had to be honest; Sugawara Koushi was purity in human form. With a smile that equaled all the stars in the universe, loving eyes and a heart that rivaled the definition of honesty, it was not unbelievable that loving him was easy.

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ଘ ASKING THEM TO KISS YOU AGAIN featuring — bokuto koutarou, iwaizumi hajime, kageyama tobio, kuroo tetsurou, matsukawa issei, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, suna rintarou.

❥ atsumu never settles for just one kiss so when you ask him for another, he agrees almost immediately. he always tries to play it off but the look on his face—the way he smiles with the corners of his eyes crinkling—is more than enough to give him away. it’s quite amusing to watch him try and suppress the lopsided grin at his lips because he really tries to act smug about you wanting to kiss him again, but his little façade never lasts long. he likes to lean in nice and slow, pressing your foreheads together for a moment as he simply peers at you with droopy, lovesick eyes—he’s smitten, truly. atsumu likes to compliment you—or say something borderline embarrassing—before your mouths meet just so he isn’t the only one who’s grinning like a fool; he kisses you just before you can call him a dork in return with two fingers hooked beneath your chin and a pleasant hum buzzing past his lips.

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날 그만 봐..

"Stop staring at me"

반 친구로, 수나 린타로

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“so.”

suna looks up at you, “so?”

“you come here often?” you grin.

he gives you an unimpressed look. you still notice the way the corner his lips quirked up a little. (your pride swells).

“you know i work here.” he leans against the counter.

you bounce on your feet, lips pursing in faux confusion.

“what a coincidence.” you smile, leaning closer to him. “my favorite person works here.”

he leans forward when you say that, a smirk growing on his lips. “really?”

“yup.” you laugh.

“what about you?” he yawns.

you tilt your head in confusion.

“you come here often?” he shoots back, smirk becoming teasing when you turn away.

you hide your smile behind your hand when you look back at him.

“i frequent this place.” you put your hands on your hips.

“how interesting,” he sighs, “my favorite person also frequents this place.”

you cross your arms over the counter, a smile blooming in your lips.

you lean forward. “do they now?”

and suna nods, a genuine smile on his lips. “yeah. they come here every morning before their first class.”

“i bet they’re happy there’s barely any customers,” you lean up, “they love having you all to themselves.”

“what a coincidence.” he leans closer to you. “i love having you all to myself, too.”

you smile, slowly leaning towards him. suna inches his face closer to yours.

“i have to ask you something very important, though.”

you get goosebumps when his breath fans your lips. you can practically feed his lips against your. you inch your face closer to his.

he pulls away, cocky smirk on his lips. “what are you gonna order?”

you have to stop yourself from toppling over the counter. you blink at him. he laughs when he sees your bewildered expression.

“what?” you squeak.

suna taps the sharpie against the plastic cup in his hand. “coffee. you gonna have your usual?”

you blink at him, frowning. “will it be free if i kiss you?”

“no.”

you click your tongue. “fine.”

“i still wanna cash in that kiss, though.”

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hi! I was the one who wrote the itafushikugi piece and I just wanted to thank you for your tags akdhshydgs so glad you enjoyed it 😭😭

OH YEAH NO PROBLEM, thank YOU ! i'm really glad i wasn't being annoying haha :b i literally loved it so much, made me so happy, i spent the rest of my day with HEART EYES because you made everything fall into place so beautifully, like SO CALMING i really really appreciate you sharing your amazing skills in writing so i could read it, i would love for you to lmk (only if that is something you would like to do ofc) if you ever write something more about itafushikugi bc i am obsessed with them and i'm starving yknow :/ ajjsjd jk, but honestly yea it's very hard to find content focused on the 3 of them and their relationship, thank you again <3 i hope you're having a good day/night and tysm for stopping by here hehe :)

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[ 5:59 a.m ] - MIYA OSAMU

“you ever sleep?,” you yawn, resting an arm on your roommate’s shoulder, looking at the screen he’s staring at - the time reading six a.m. he’s been studying all night. again.

”ya ever mind yer business?,” osamu answers, shoving you off, “yer up too, if ya didn’t notice.“

“hey, i just woke up!,” you walk over to the coffee maker, putting in some hot water, “but ya’ve been up all night,” you raise an eyebrow, “haven’t you?”

”whatever,” he mumbles, looking over at the piles of books, “leave ‘m alone,” -he picks up his textbook and waves it around-, “a’ve got assignments to do.“

”aight, grumpy ass,“ you scoff light-heartedly, stretching your limbs as you wait for your cup of coffee, resting your elbows on the counter. “ya want some?”

”how are ya so perky early in the morning?,” he turns to look at you, only getting a shrug in response. ”because i sleep,” you pick out another mug for him, “at night - like a normal person.“ pouring his share of the coffee, you set it down on the table, pulling a chair to sit next to him. you look at him carefully, observing.

osamu has always seemed interesting - from the day he’d moved in as your roommate, to now, when you’d say you’ve leveled up to friends.

his t-shirt is crinkled - the grey fabric decorated with some stains - probably something he was eating before. deep bags line the bottom of his eyes, the skin dark in contrast to his otherwise pale complexion. his hair are fluffy - in all their dyed glory; they look so soft, sticking out all over, messy strands falling onto his forehead - his signature put together look absent. his hair look like they smell good too.

you really want to touch ’em.

so of course, you being you, do exactly that.

“what are ya doin’?,” his muted voice speaks as you raise your hand to slowly place it on his head, your fingers extending.

”shhh,” you hold up a finger to your mouth, “just, hold on for a minute,” you tell him, grinning when osamu gruffs in acknowledgment, “fine.“

you stretch your hand nicely, running your fingers through osamu’s hair. it feels good, they’re soft — to be honest, you weren’t completely expecting them to be. after a solid five minutes, you‘re about to retract your hand - when his voice stops you.

“can ya-“ he hesitates, sighing as he sets down his textbook, “-do ya mind doin’ that a little longer?”

”sure,” you reply, walking over to the couch - osamu lets out an internal groan at the loss of contact, following you with his hands in his pockets, posture bent.

“c’mere then,“ you point to your lap as you sit up straight on the couch— perhaps trying your luck at flustering the man - which seems to fail as he simply obliges, placing his head on your thighs as his legs rest up on the couch.

you didn’t actually expect him to lay his head on your lap - you pause for a second, shocked, before he pulls your hand onto his head - making you resume.

“now yer choosing to be shy?,” his lips curve into a smirk on your skin, your hands moving to his forehead - almost instantly curing his headache and making him release a soft groan.

well so much for flustering osamu.

it goes on a while— sitting in silence until you hear a little snore, looking down to see osamu‘s body going up and down slowly, his arms resting under his head - he’s using your thighs as a pillow.

he looks so peaceful, so perfectly serene - something you’ve not seen in a while— a stark contrast to his usual deadpan expression, his lips form a pout; his nose slightly nudging you as his legs spread out behind him, falling off the couch (damned tall people with long legs).

your phone kept on the couch suddenly buzzes, causing you to panic and cut the call before it disturbs osamu. (he deserves some rest, after all). others can wait.

”goodnight,” you whisper, readying yourself to move— about to transfer his head onto a pillow - deciding to leave him alone, considering how he may get embarrassed later.

just as you start lifting up your knees— osamu’s gruff voice speaks up, hands gripping on tighter to you.

“stay.“ he’s never felt this comfortable - he feels loved in your arms; and doesn’t want you to let go.

and as you glance at his face, heart warming at his actions; kissing his forehead as you settle down - he can rest assured you won’t let go anytime soon.

you grin at the side of his head, yawning as your hands slip around him. it’s nice, to be friends with your roommate.

and maybe, just maybe, you could level up to something more.

reblogs appreciated !!

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# things you do that give them butterflies !

✫ ft. suna , akaashi , kuroo , sakusa , oikawa , iwaizumi , atsumu x gn!reader

✫ a/n: i’m a sucker for casual intimacy. @luvrinnie i hope this makes your week a lil better <3

✫ SUNA can’t help but lean into your touch when you run your hands through his hair. “mm, keep doing that,” he tells you, closing his eyes with a gentle smile on his face. he’s laying his head in your lap, hiding his face in your stomach. and he’s lucky that you can’t see the blush on his cheeks as you comb your fingers through the soft strands. “what was that? you want me to stop?” slowly retracting your fingers, you hear a a tsk. suna laces his slender fingers around your wrist and brings it back to his head. and when you lean down to give his forehead a soft kiss, a grin breaks out on his face — all because of you.

✫ AKAASHI feels his heart rate pick up when you pull him into a hug. there’s something so innocent about the way you hold onto his waist, pulling him towards you so you could wrap your arms around him, and he loves the pure kind of love you show him. he hopes you can’t hear the beating in his chest (you can), and he prays that you never let go. “keiji.” he simply hums in response. “you give the best hugs,” you murmur into his chest. a breathy laugh leaves his mouth, and you know by the sound of it that he’s smiling. his eyes are probably crinkled, his dimple making an appearance. and you smile, too, hearing the way the beating in his chest gets just a bit faster.

✫ KUROO feels so incredibly giddy when you laugh at his jokes. he melts at the sound of your laughter. to him, it sounds like everything beautiful in the world — the dew on a spring morning, wind chimes on a breezy day, the sparkles you see on water when the sun hits it just right. and when you look up at him with the remnants of that glorious sound leaving your lips, he can’t hold himself back from placing his hand on your jaw, and slowly leaning down to kiss your lips. you’re both laughing into the kiss — the feeling of nothing but joy encased between you two — and he feels his heart burst in his chest.

✫ SAKUSA knows that he isn’t always the best at giving you affection. of course, he tells you he loves you every day, and does little things for you, but physical touch has never been his strongest point. so when you lean your head on his shoulder to get comfortable during a long and tiring train ride, sakusa looks at you with love in his eyes. to be this comfortable with him and to initiate the touch he craved so much makes him fall for you even more. he leans his head on yours, taking the chance to slowly intertwine his fingers with yours.

✫ OIKAWA feels his face burn when you tell him you’re proud of him. with sparkling eyes, you tell him the three words that mean so much to him — “i’m so proud” — which sound a lot like three other special words to him. and sometimes, he’ll pretend it was nothing, saying “of course you are, i did great out there.” but when you nod in agreement, pink paints his cheeks. other times, he’ll look at you and simply pull you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and wishing you’d tell him those words forever and more.

✫ IWAIZUMI rarely talks about his day, opting to ask about yours instead. he’s always been one to listen and support others, whether it be his team or you. however, when you ask him about his day out of the blue, his breath gets caught in his throat. all of a sudden, he’s a stuttering mess. he feels your hand slip into his, your thumb stroking the back of his hand, and he tells you about every aspect of his day: the little kid who said he wanted big arms like him, the bitter coffee at work, and how he missed you all day. at the end of it, you’re the one who’s flustered, smiling at the thought of being on his mind all day.

✫ ATSUMU lives for your attention. he says he can’t live without it. he often surprises you with little gifts, or by wrapping his arms around your waist to catch you off-guard, but once those actions are reciprocated, tsumu feels his whole body warm up with the feeling of pure love. and when you show him that you were thinking about him by bringing him some lunch to practice, or by randomly coming up to him to kiss his lips, he realizes that he’s never felt this type of love before he met you. “what was that for?” he’ll say smugly, taking ahold of your waist after you kiss his lips. “hm? nothing, just felt like doing that.” and with that, he’s pulling you in for another kiss — this one deeper, and slower. you can feel his heart beating in his chest against yours, and he hopes that your hands won’t notice how warm his cheeks are.

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haikyuu boys as unintentionally flustering things

this has been in my drafts for a bit n i intended to add more boys but i also wanted to put something out for you guys!! so i hope you enjoy :)

includes; suna rintarō, oikawa tōru, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei, miya osamu, miya atsumu, semi eita, akaashi keiji, bokuto kōtarō, kageyama tobio, sakusa kiyoomi, sugawara kōshi, hanamaki takahiro, tanaka ryūnosuke, ushijima wakatoshi, konoha akinori, tsukishima kei

suna rintarō — sitting really close next to someone and having your shoulders and thighs pressed together.

the way your skin feels ablaze and your body’s so tense and you feel a little lightheaded is so intoxicating. you crave more, so much more, but you’ll take what you can get. neither of you make any move to get away, enjoying this minimal physical contact with one another. like you’re both just sitting there and making excuses to stay sitting stuck to each other like this, even if there’s space. for a moment, he does move forward to grab at something in front of him and you deflate a little, but he comes back right away, pressing himself to you and even leaning close to show you something on his phone.

oikawa tōru — leaning down to hear someone clearer or to allow them to whisper in his ear.

oikawa’s incredibly tall, has always been and will always be. he was tall in high school and he‘s tall now, and of course he prides himself in that. half his ego comes from his height. so, given that, more often that not whenever you urgently rush up to him to tell him something, he has to lean down to hear you better, even if you’re only slightly shorter than him. just the way he leans in and tilts his head to the side slightly, eyes unfocused as he listens in before he smiles and twists his head to answer you and his face is so close to yours shbsdjxj

matsukawa issei — manspreading, but not the dickhead type.

the way he sits is always like he’s so effortlessly attractive. he’s kinda slumped in his chair or on the couch like he’s not sitting straight but rather lazily sliding down you know? when he sits, he’s got his legs spread wide and either his hands interlocked and resting on his stomach/crotch, or an arm behind the couch and a hand on his thigh or chest. he always looks??? so inviting??? like you want to go sit on his lap?? and sometimes he leans forward and rests his elbows on his thighs and god. God.

iwaizumi hajime — when guys park in reverse and do The Thing with the steering wheel and The Other Thing with their arm.

iwaizumi’s driving the two of you the majority of the time, not because he doesn’t believe in your driving skills (he doesn’t, rude) but because he kinda just wants to serve you always? like do all he can for you? acts of service ykyk,,, anyways whenever he’s parallel parking or parking in reverse, he starts to do the thing with the steering wheel where he uses only the lower palm of his hand to quickly twist it, and then he puts his arm out onto your seat to glance back and god,,, God.

miya osamu — when guys put their hand just barely on the small of your back when guiding you somewhere.

it’s kind of instinctive with osamu, where he just does it in the moment and you’re left with your nerves on edge and your body on fire for the rest of the night. like you’re trying to get past him to go to your seat or he’s leading you to the window seat on a bus or he’s opening the door for you and gently guiding you. it’s so subtle, his fingertips grazing your back and heat of his palm barely obvious and somehow it’s both the quickest and slowest moment of your life. your back tingles and burns alive for the entire night and the day after too.

miya atsumu — naturally good with kids it’s kind of ??? surprising ???

he’s weirdly like just so good with kids. he’s not awkward and is so smooth when it comes to communicating with them. they always listen to him because he’s just that fun that it feels right to abide by his rules. he’s also always going with the flow too so if the girls dress him up and make him their prince he’ll act accordingly, and if the boys wanna pretend to wrestle him he’ll lose on purpose and he’ll play dead if he gets shot with a nerf gun seriously give this man an oscar. it’s just so endearing watching him there’s no way you wouldn’t wanna marry him.

semi eita — just playing the electric guitar. every instrument too but electric guitar specifically.

the way he casually picks up the guitar and tunes it. the way his fingers move over the strings, the way he glances down barely but then looks up with a small, confident smile because it’s muscle memory for him. the way he shakes his head a little in time with the music. the way he grips the guitar to return it to its place. musician!semi with a lot of rings and chains on and chipped black nail polish. it just <3333

akaashi keiji — saying your name in a conversation

cannot explain what’s so hbwjdnejdd about someone saying your name in the middle of a conversation you’re having. like the need to grab your attention, the way it sounds, the implied and unintended intimacy. like names aren’t generally said a lot during conversations (your name & the person you’re talking to) so when they or you say it, it’s a very lightbulb moment kinda like your attention is completely fixated now.

kuroo tetsurō — that cheeky smile with the tongue to the upper corner of their mouth that guys do.

it’s like a smirk but not really a smirk, where he’s barely smiling down at you, and it’s so teasing. his tongue pokes at the upper corner of his mouth just slightly, and he raises a brow or something. it’s just the type of look that makes your heart tighten in your chest, or makes your stomach flutter and tickle. and the thing is he’s aware he looks good doing it, but he’s so subtly confident that it’s a thousand times more attractive.

bokuto kōtarō — that little celebratory thing guys do after a win/score. let me explain.

so he’s fist pumping the air, leaning back a little and bending his knees. he’s got this feral grin on his face and he’s so sweaty that his uniform’s clinging onto every ridge and muscle and best of all— the way his thighs bulge against the long knee pads he’s wearing. he just looks so good being that happy, high off so much adrenaline. and that surge of confidence it brings him after too!!

kageyama tobio — when they’re super sweaty during a game and guys just grab the hem of their shirt to wipe their sweat

it’s usually during practice matches, and at first it’s always like grabs the neck and wipes. but then it just ends up being frustrating that he has to grab the hem of his shirt. he lifts it up with both hands and just wipes his face, and you’re gifted with the sight of his glistening abs and that trail of hair that leads down into his shorts. he’s so casual about it too like he won’t really realize the consequences of his actions even if some girls are straight up fainting at the sight. i think it’s his nonchalance that makes it even more attractive.

hinata shōyō — those hugs that guys give where you’re swallowed up in their embrace.

it’s a very casual kind of hug, the one where he can continue having a conversation but continue hugging you. it’s that type where he had both arms wrapped tight around you, basically caging you in against his chest. and he starts to do that thing where he’ll rub soothingly or squeeze endearingly, maybe rock you two from side to side while sighing casually. it’s the kind of hug where you’d really needed it and he’s indulging you. you’re silent and just reveling in his touch.

sakusa kiyoomi — that smile where they’re like trying to humor you.

when guys do that thing when you make like a joke or try to one up them somehow and they kinda huff out a laugh or dry chuckle and smile in amusement like yeah ok. it’s kind of a belittling yet challenging smile? sometimes he raises a brow too and he’s so chill and completely unaffected otherwise, with his hands in his pockets and a mask obscuring half his face and then it’s just a raised brow and the hint of a smile seen through his eyes. and he’s staring you down too?? good god

sugawara kōshi — when you nearly trip or fall and they reach out for you.

it’s like that heart stopping near fall and then he gets all wide eyed and reaches out for you, saying “woah, careful” in that really soft, gentle voice. even better if he grabs at your arm or presses his hand on the small of your back to steady you even if you are steady. does he make fun of you after? yes. but it’s still really attractive the way he gets all worried and grows really soft for you in the moment.

hanamaki takahiro — when they can keep up with your energy.

the banter is endless with the two of you. every thing you say he’s got a comeback, a witter, funnier, probably more sexual comeback. it’s so like? exciting? the way he’s always challenging you. he’s always got something to make fun of you of, even if it’s not real and made up. and he says it so smooth and it’s always, always, right in the moment. like he thinks of it in the spot. the fact that it just naturally comes to him how he can keep up with you and match your energy is so, so attractive.

tanaka ryūnosuke — when funny, light hearted guys get super serious about something

he’s always chill and always cracking jokes. he’s everyone’s comfort person, and no matter the situation he can be relied on to cheer and lighten up the mood. but sometimes shit gets serious, like if you’re hurt or something, and he does not crack a single joke. nothing. he won’t attempt to lighten up the mood because he cannot bring himself to. especially if he’s like protective and angry, he gets super quiet and won’t take shit from anyone it’s both heart warming and kinda scary.

ushijima wakatoshi — when serious, solemn, no jokes guys let loose

the complete opposite! ushijima’s super serious and he honestly doesn’t get jokes to even consider making them. he’s a very strong and reliable presence, like a literal pillar. but then maybe you do something stupid or you buy him a snack he’s been wanting and he smiles so softly, so sweetly, and his face just relaxes and softens and his eyes are so kind that you instantly melt. because it’s a sight that‘s as rare as it is makes it all the more endearing.

kozume kenma — when guys have a softer smell rather than a strong, cologne.

when i say softer i don’t mean girlier. i just mean softer. like maybe it’s a fresher smell (like minty) or maybe it’s a more floral smell like jasmine or lavender, or maybe it’s like warm tones (like cinnamon). either way, no matter what he smells like, it’s subtle but there. especially if you sit directly next to him or pass by him. you get a whiff of him and it’s so? calming? alluring? intoxicating in the most subtle way? idk. just. attractive.

konoha akinori — when guys stretch while they’re sitting and their shirts ride up.

he‘s just sitting there minding his own business, relaxing, chatting. he’s had a long day and his muscles are all tight and tense, so he just lifts up his arms and stretches, groaning a little and sighing, in relief and satisfaction, as the tension is relieved. his shirt rides up a bit and he even leans back too, exposing more of his lean abdomen. and when he sags in his chair after he’s got this delirious, satisfied smile or smirk on his face.

tsukishima kei — when a guy is explaining something to you and is demonstrating

like the way he’s trying to explain something on a computer and you’ve got the screen before you so he reaches across you to point something out and then suddenly the two of you are really close?? or if he’s writing down something on paper and he keeps looking up as he’s explaining to see if you’re getting it and to keep you engaged. or when he’s just explaining something and he just. sounds smart. you don’t get a thing but it’s fascinating.