oranoyaora

[oranoyaora]

mended

iv. anew

ft. timeskip!oikawa tooru

warning(s): I don’t think there are any?

notes: ummm so I haven’t written for like months and I’m sorry??? idk if I should leave it at that, or keep going? (mended ch. list)

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You had been stunned. You weren't expecting Oikawa to answer you, so when he did, you truly didn't know what to do next.

Silence.

"Look," you started, "I know it's been a really long time since we last talked, but..."

You really had no idea what to say.

"Um... I- sorry I..." you shook your head, brows furrowing as you sighed.

Silence followed again.

You looked down at your feet trying to remind yourself to be grounded and not chicken out. You finally got to this moment, and now you felt like running away and hiding under the covers of your comfortable bed.

You should've prepared more, you told yourself.

But really, how were you actually supposed to do that? You've worked yourself up so much, so many times just to get to where you are now.

"That's ok."

Your head whipped back up at Oikawa's response. That was much better than what you had initially imagined how it was going to go. The next sentence he threw at you almost made you stop breathing for a moment.

"I'm just really glad to hear your voice again."

You let out a sigh of relief. The unease you had felt going into this moment started to vanish. Oikawa's receptiveness made you start to let your guard down.

"Did I wake you," you asked softly.

"No," Oikawa rasped.

You silently chuckled, "You liar, I did, didn't I? I'm sorry."

"No, no, no, it's fine," the setter replied hastily.

Oikawa muttered something that you couldn't make out, prompting you to ask him what he said.

"I, uh, it's nothing," he shrugged, "I was just saying that I don't mind because it's you."

That made the corners of your lips tug up. He ended mumbling that last bit, but you could easily understand what he said.

"I'm really sorry for not keeping in touch, I-"

"Don't worry," Oikawa cut you off, "Iwa-chan had told me you were going through some things."

Your heart stopped for a second, "Did he tell you exactly what those things were?"

"No, he said that you would let me know when you were ready."

"Ah," you breathed, "ok."

"But, y/n..."

Oh how you missed your name being called out by him. Oikawa always had a teasing tone in his voice when he called you by your name. But this time, the teasing tone was absent. There was a tenderness that painted out the sound and syllables of your name.

"It's been almost two years... are you ok?"

Such a simple question. You knew Oikawa was being very careful. He was typically very nosy, but he was also very perceptive. That question cloaked a million other questions that Oikawa wanted ask.

It almost brought out some stray tears that had remained within you.

You smiled somberly, "I am now."

A comforting silence fell upon you two.

You're not sure what it was, but things were finally feeling right. Even after two years of not communicating with each other, you and Oikawa still seemed to be on the same page.

"Um," you were still a bit hesitant, "I also wanted to let you know that I found a job in Brazil."

This was definitely news. At first, Oikawa was excited to be in closer proximity to you after years of being thousands of miles apart. But then he realized that that bastard would be coming with you. Oikawa's excitement fizzled into something bitter.

The bitterness inside got the better of him.

"Oh, that's great," he quipped, "and I'm guessing what's-his-face is comin-"

"He's not in the picture anymore," you shut up Oikawa.

"Oh..."

That was all you had to say. Oikawa tried filling in the blanks, but didn't push you further. Don't get him wrong, Oikawa was definitely shocked. But the selfish part of him found a silver lining in your situation.

"Anyways," you softly deflected, "I just thought it would be nice to meet up when we both have the time."

The silver lining being the second chance that Oikawa never thought he was going to ever get. The initial bitterness he felt reverted back to excitement.

Oikawa sat up, propping himself against the headboard of his bed, "Yes."

He thinks he might've said that too quickly.

"I mean, uh, yeah," he tried to smoothly play it off, "just let me know when you get to Brazil, and I'll find time for you."

That last bit made you smile again.

"Oh, I, uh, forgot to mention that I'm already living in Brazil," you sheepishly said.

"Oh," Oikawa started, "well, that's perfect."

"Really?" You raised your eyebrows.

"Yeah," he said before whispering, "really perfect."

You were glad that the two of you were only on a phone call. If Oikawa saw how bashful you looked now, he would ruin the mood with his endless teasing.

On the other end, Oikawa fell into a dreamy state. He couldn't believe this was real. It wasn't until now did he realize how much he yearned to talk to you again.

Knowing that you currently live in the same continent as him made Oikawa nearly evaporate. What were the odds that you suddenly appeared so close to him when the two of you seemed like strangers.

"Ok," you felt a little giddy, "well I'll let you go since it's late."

"I don't mind," the setter bluntly stated.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Oikawa reassured you, "I have the day off tomorrow anyways."

"Ah, but I don't want to take up time during your day off-"

"Y/n."

"Yes?"

"I'm telling you that I want to stay up and talk to you," Oikawa resolutely stated.

You paused before attempting to convince Oikawa that you wanted to respect his time again.

He wanted to do these things for you. When was the last time someone had done that for you? Oikawa desired to stay up late because he got to talk to you and hear your voice. Because it's you.

Something pleasant bubbled up inside you as a grin broke out onto your face. You're glad Oikawa made it clear to you. Why?

... because you both ended up talking until the sun started to rise.

[oranoyaora]

mended

iii. lost & found

ft. oikawa tooru

warning(s): some angst, self-doubt, slight anxiety

tags: childhood friends to strangers(ish) to lovers

notes: trololol I hope you like this ;P (mended ch. list)

Two years.

It had taken nearly two years for you to feel somewhat normal. Two years to get over everything that had happened. Two years to finally realize that Oikawa was and has always been the one.

Your then-fiancé, or the Asshole, as your brother likes to put it, was given a second chance. Yes, a second chance. You truly had regretted it and blamed too much of yourself for believing that he could have changed.

A fraction of that regret consisted of the what if. You thought back. Had you not gotten with that cheating bastard, would you and Oikawa have ended up together?

However, for the most part, you had beaten yourself up about even giving a thought to a second chance, and then proceeding to actually give it.

But now? You couldn't have felt more free.

You always knew in the back of your mind Oikawa stood there. But you often rationalized your acceptance for not grabbing onto Oikawa and taking him with you from your mind and into reality.

You tried telling yourself that what you felt for Oikawa was just a one-sided crush. You minimized the magnitude of your love for Oikawa by sweeping it away when someone else decided to show you love.

However, finally being without your ex-fiancé has made you realize that that old love of yours never disappeared.

But there was distance between you and his heart. It seems he had closed it off in the same way you had done before. This thought made you worry about the nonexistent consequences of your actions.

If Oikawa had closed himself off from you, has he opened his heart for another?

A part of you grew possessive of him. The selfish side you had tried so hard to suppress, slipped through and you started to embrace it like an old friend.

All of those times that instigated the simmering jealousy within you, started to steam out.

You had grown tired of letting go. You felt lost, and this was perhaps the cause of the emotional nausea you had experienced for years. Not knowing where you stood with Oikawa, the person you were closest with and had truly loved, had slowly dug a hole in your chest.

There were many times in which you mentally ripped your hair out, frustrated of being in the state of not knowing.

Even if you couldn't have the love you desired from Oikawa, you still, at the very least, wanted to repair the friendship you both had. A part of you felt responsible for pushing him away and letting it happen.

Communication between the two of you had nearly become nonexistent since you became officially single. You were too preoccupied with the emotional turbulence from what you had gone through. But now that it seems like everything has come down to a calm, you could now steer your way back to Oikawa. L

You stood from your chair of contemplation. You had been basking in the warmth of the sun until it disappeared. The warmth couldn't quite reach your heart.

You walked back into reality as your feet led you inside your apartment.

So much thought was given to this very moment. So many hours were spent as you wandered off into different scenarios. But reality has hit you and your feet stayed glued to the floor, no longer inching your way closer to the task at hand.

You expected this. It always happened. Somehow you would muster up the courage to go back to Oikawa, but then suddenly stop yourself. It was hard to take that next and final big step.

You were scared of stepping into the unknown. You had, after all, been floating around aimlessly for years not knowing anything.

You looked down and met your reflection in the black mirror that sat on your kitchen counter. You became lost again, in the nothingness. Your mind slipped away from reality as it was being absorbed by the darkness.

You heaved in a large breath, shoulders lifting as air filled your lungs. When you couldn't take in any more air, you slowly exhaled it from your mouth and your shoulders started to drop.

This would be the last time that you would let go.

You released yourself from your fear and doubt as you reached out for the object in front of you. Your hands felt clammy holding onto it as you once again stared back into your reflection.

Without thinking more, your thumb tapped it. Your reflection disappeared as the screen lit up displaying a picture of you and Oikawa when you were little kids.

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It was 11:37 at night when Oikawa's phone started to violently buzz on his end table. He could have sworn that he had his Do Not Disturb mode on, making him groan. He was just starting to fall asleep.

Heaving a sigh, Oikawa propped himself up on one elbow and reached for his phone. He blinked a few times, trying to clear the sleepy bluriness in his eyes.

When his vision became focused, Oikawa had never sobered up from sleep so quick in his life. If it were anyone else, he would've denied the call, but it was you.

He blinked a few times, trying to process each letter of your name. Was he dreaming? Ten seconds later felt like a lifetime before he decided to answer.

"Hello?"

Oikawa held his breath. His heart beated louder and louder in his head, filling the silence that met him. No sign of you indicated that you were on the other line, making Oikawa become anxious.

Maybe it was a mistake?

Whatever little hope Oikawa had started to chip away from underneath him. How could he truly think that you would want anything to do with him when he was the one who started to crack away at your friendship?

He could feel himself slipping away again. Oikawa was falling back into that pit of self-loathing. He had desperately been clinging onto that sliver of hope for so long, and maybe this was a sign that he should move on.

But just as he was about to let himself fall, your voice chimed in like a bell and grabbed him.

"Hi... Tooru..."

[oranoyaora]

mended

ii. in tooru’s eyes

ft. oikawa tooru

warning(s): fluff, angst, a little hurt w/ no comfort

tags: childhood friends to strangers(ish) to lovers

notes: here’s part two! @multi-fandom-fanfic I hope you enjoy :) (mended ch. list)

I was nine when I had first met you.

Iwa-chan took me to your house. He introduced me to your mom. However, out of the corner of my eye, I saw you just slightly peaking your head out from the entrance to the kitchen. Your mom told your brother to introduce you, and you disappeared into the kitchen. Iwa-chan looked for you and called your name out before you creaked open the pantry door, and revealed yourself.

Pretty. That was my first thought when I saw you. I found it cute that you were shy. I asked your name, and you said it. My inner space nerd got the best of me. I don’t know how I did, but I thought your name was as awesome as space and aliens. Now that I think about it, it was kind of embarrassing to go off on tangents about space right after first meeting each other.

I noticed that you were staring intently at me, and you became embarrassed and hid away behind the door again. Iwa-chan teased you for being so shy. All I did was smile and offer my hand out to you. I asked if you wanted to go out and play with your brother and me. You slowly peeked your head out and glanced at my hand before taking it in yours. Iwa-chan got protective over you, and you made a sassy remark back at him, making him calm down. I miss holding your hand...

I was twelve when I realized my feelings for you.

It was my first game of the season during my first year of junior high. My nerves were getting the best of me. I had been looking forward to this game, but the doubts about my ability were pulling me down. Of course, you noticed this. You were always perceptive despite never verbally expressing your observations.

You... raised your fist and brought it down onto my head. I remember dramatically crying out, asking why you did that to me. You gave me an unimpressed look as I tried feigning ignorance to the reason of you bonking me on the head. You then harshly flicked my forehead, making me yelp out again. You told me to stop doubting myself. You said five words that have stuck with me ever since then. I have faith in you.

My view of you changed. You were the first to have believed in me. I still beat myself up for not having valued that enough throughout junior high and high school. But it was what made me start to like you more than just a friend. I should have confessed my feelings, but I was too much of a coward to do so. I couldn't ruin what we already had.

I was seventeen when you had first met him.

You probably wondered why no one would ever confess their feelings to you or ask you out. That was my selfish doing. Yes, it was hypocritical of me because I had dated that one girl. But I did that to try and forget my feelings for you. Obviously, it didn't work out, which I'm honestly grateful for. I just couldn't stand the thought of you loving someone else, so I scared away any admirers of yours.

But somehow, he managed to slip through the cracks and slithered his way into your pure heart. Don't get me wrong, he seemed like a nice guy and made you happy. However, my thoughts of jealousy and pettiness made me thoroughly resent the guy. I didn't want him stealing away my best friend, the person I love. I didn't want him knowing you the way I had gotten to know you.

You welcomed him with open arms. I couldn't do anything. I didn't want to ruin the happiness you had gained from him. I should have confessed to you back in junior high. Maybe it would have prevented the ache I had been feeling in my heart. But I loved you too much and couldn't destroy your happiness.

I was eighteen when I left you.

After graduating, I planned to go to Argentina to pursue my career in volleyball. You, of course, supported me. A small part of me wanted you to tell me not to leave, and I honestly would have dropped it for you. But why would you do that? You were never selfish in that way. Your kindness is what made me fall in love with you.

You and your brother dropped me off at the airport. It was easy saying goodbye to him, but you? I'm pretty sure we didn't even verbally exchange an actual goodbye. I really didn't want to let go of you. It was difficult. You were crying and held onto me tight.

I don't know why, but I placed my lips on your forehead. Maybe it was the closest form of intimacy I could have with you since you were already with someone else. Or... maybe it was my way of trying to let you go. I really miss you.

I was twenty-three when you told me of the... news...

Your face beamed through the screen. I felt... bitter. I wanted to throw up. I could feel my insides twisting and my heart felt like it was going to drop into my stomach. How selfish I was. I wanted to be happy for you, but my true feelings nearly got the best of me. I masked them with my playful demeanor. But even so, I selfishly made a dig at you. I teased how you were never one for marriage.

It might have been a joke, but I know you. You would actually sit back and think about it, and even second guess yourself. You knew there was truth in my words. I shouldn't have given you a hard time about it, but it was so hard not to. I had to force my congratulations off my tongue. I wonder if you knew how sincere I was being.

Instead of every day, our calls became every other day, then to once a week, and now sporadic. The practical side of me knew it was because we were pursuing our careers, so we naturally became busier. Another part of me knew why the distance between us intensified. You being engaged shouldn't have changed our relationship, but it did.

I had been the one that put the distance between us. My schedule had conveniently gotten busier, giving me an excuse to not facetime you. I honestly could not stand seeing him whenever he was in the frame when we were talking, so our facetime calls became shorter and shorter. It pushed me to prefer calling you and not seeing your face.

... I really ruined it, didn't I?

[oranoyaora]

mended

i. in your eyes

ft. oikawa tooru

warning(s): fluff, angst, kinda hurt & no comfort

tags: childhood friends to strangers(ish) to lovers

notes: trololol I haven’t posted in like a year now 😭. Pls bear with me on this one, but I think I’ve got something in the works 😈 (mended ch. list)

I was eight when I had first met you.

You and Hajime walked into the house very loudly, now that I think about it. Hajime introduced you to mom, and you smiled so politely and bowed when you greeted her. Mom told Hajime to introduce you to me, but I quickly hid in the pantry, too shy to say hi to you. Hajime called out my name, and I had slowly peeked my head out from the pantry door.

There you were, standing in our kitchen, waiting patiently for me to come out. But I didn't come out. I merely waved my hand and squeaked out a small 'hi'. You lightly laughed and asked for my name. You thought my name was so cool you somehow connected it to space and aliens, which made me bashful.

I became hyper-focused on your features. You had really pretty brown eyes and hair. Your smile was really cute... still is. I'm talking about your genuine smile, not the one that you always give to charm others. But then you noticed I was staring at you for too long, making me hide my face behind the door. You smiled and held your hand out asking if wanted to play with you and Hajime.

I was ten when I finally accepted that I had a crush on you.

At first, it was because I thought you were cute—a child's physical attraction. But then I realized it was more than just that. Yes, you teased me most of the time, but you were always so kind to me. You, Hajime, and I were inseparable. You always stood up for me, protected me, and cared for me when we were children. I was truly happy to call you my best friend.

I struggled very much to come to terms with the fact that I had liked you more than a friend. There was no way I could like you like that, you were my best friend. I saw you as another brother, before my feelings for you became too much. I couldn't help but like you. I never told anyone, not even my mom or Hajime.

And yet, even as children, I never wanted to jeopardize our bond for my feelings. I wasn't sure if you liked me back, and I was scared of the possibility of rejection coming from you. So I kept my feelings at bay, holding the status of being your best friend. But little did I know that would be one of my biggest regrets in life...

I was thirteen when you won the Best Setter Award.

You were crying, and snot was coming out of your nose. I was surprised you let everyone at the ceremony see you like that, considering that you always loved to look good in front of others. But after the ceremony, you ran to me and nearly hugged the life out of me. You were so happy and so proud of yourself. You finally saw the fruits of your labor, of how hard you had to work to get to where you are.

I was so proud of you, and I knew how much it meant to receive the validation and reward of your hard work. Although it made me a little sad that my validation was not enough for you. You always held my and Hajime's opinions to the highest degree with most things, so why not this too?

I was fifteen when you had your first girlfriend.

It was my first year in high school and I was excited to be with you and Hajime, just like old times. But then I saw her hanging on your arm, and you smiled charmingly at her. Is it possible to have a heartbreak caused by someone you're not with? I never wanted to sabotage your relationship because you seemed so happy.

But it still hurt. I could tell that she only wanted to be with you for your looks and popularity. She truly didn't know you. She never truly saw you for who you were. She was materialistic and superficial. You were vain about your looks, yes, but I will never forget about that ugly outfit with the plaid shorts you wore that one time.

But I guess I needn't worry about her. She broke up with you because you never made time for her. Volleyball was your number one passion after all. And yet, it seemed like we spent more time together than you and your ex-girlfriend did. Perhaps it was because I was your best friend. We had a special bond and I didn't want to ruin that either.

I was sixteen when I had first met him.

He was a new student and needed help with navigating the school. For some reason, I was the one to show him around. He was charming and a social butterfly. He had a kindness about him that attracted everyone to him like a moth to a light. I, like many others, fell under his spell. My feelings for you had been closed off for so long that my heart suddenly opened up to him

It somehow all worked out. I fell for him, and he fell for me. It was refreshing to be seen that way. I guess I had longed for you to see me in the way that I saw you, and because it never happened, I easily allowed myself to be swept away by someone like him.

I remember I introduced you to him. You were cordial, yet teasing. You seemed unbothered to everyone else, but I saw a gleam in your eyes that told me you didn't fully approve. But you never acted on whatever you were feeling, and left me and my new relationship alone. Maybe things would have been different if you had done so.

I was seventeen when you left for Argentina.

Hajime and I dropped you off at the airport. I... I really didn't want you to leave... to leave me... But I didn't want to stop you from pursuing your dream, your happiness was one of the most important things to me. After you and Hajime said your goodbyes, I couldn't help myself when I tackled you into a hug. I cried so hard. I sobbed and hid my face in your chest, clinging onto your hoodie. I didn't want to let go.

You reassured me that you'd keep in contact and visit when you could. But none of that took away the heartache. You held onto me so tight, almost as if you didn't want to let go either. But both you and I knew you had to. You pulled back still holding me. My sight was blurred with tears as you smiled somberly. You shocked me. You kissed my forehead before finally letting go. You haven't done that since we were children.

I was twenty-two when he proposed to me.

I was shocked and happy. He did it at a school reunion for our class, so everyone knew and word spread pretty quickly. I video called you that night and told you of the news. You smiled, but I could tell your body went rigid. You said you were happy for me, but at the same time, your eyes held a look of sadness. You immediately moved on and teased me, saying you'd never thought I'd be the marrying type.

You weren't wrong, marriage wasn't something I had thought of. I guess I never really cared for it. It was something that I would have to adjust to, but I didn't mind. I was with someone that made me happy.

Yet, deep down, in the back of my selfish mind, I wished it was you. I thanked you for congratulating me. Before ending the call you smiled again and said 'I'll always be here for you'.

I was left feeling a sort of emptiness. After that call, I felt unsure of what I was getting into. We kept in contact, but not as frequently as before I had gotten engaged. We were going on different paths, so I shouldn't have been surprised that we grew a little distant. But still, you were my best friend. We have always been close. So what happened? Did I... did I make a mistake?

[oranoyaora]

mended

i. in your eyes

ii. in tooru’s eyes

iii. lost & found

iv. anew

[oranoyaora]

Ushijima x reader smut

I’m so sorry for not being able to respond sooner 😭. I’ve been staying at a place where there is no cell service AND no Wi-Fi, so I’ve been off the grid trololol. I hope you like this nonnie 😭

to be missed

minors do not interact >:(

ft. timeskip!ushijima wakatoshi

warning(s): nsfw, smutty smut, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, breeding kink?

tags: established relationship, afab reader

notes: im still getting used to writing smut, so bear with me on this one. also, let me know if I missed anything in the warnings or tags

You were roughly lifted and placed onto the counter of your kitchen. Ushijima slotted his lips onto yours as one of his hands gripped your waist while the other held onto your jaw. Your hands slithered their way into his hair.

The hand that held your waist slid down to your hip, fingers kneading into the fat of your ass. Ushijima tugged you toward him as he grinded your clothed bodies into each other. The friction made you both groan. 

You were both running out of air. The burning of your lungs made Ushijima move from your lips down to your jaw and neck. You breathed heavily as as he grazed his teeth down your neck. He roughly sucked on the area just above your collar bone, making you moan softly.

“What,” you shakily breathed out with a smile, “did you miss me?”

You placed your hands on either side of Ushijima’s face making him look up at you. He straightened himself up and placed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. He thought back to just moments before the situation you two were currently in.

Ushijima had quietly entered your shared apartment. His gym bag slid from his shoulder and onto the ground as he noticed a faint humming coming from the kitchen. He left his suitcase by the front door.

He pattered his way to the kitchen and found you wiping down the counters of the dinner you had made. You perked up and turned with a smile.

“Welcome home,” you said softly.

Perhaps it was the domesticity of all things. Or perhaps it was the fact that you were always so good to Ushijima, always waiting up for him. Maybe it was both. All Ushijima knew was that he had to have you right there and now.

“Dinner’s rea-”

Ushijima cut you off as he grabbed your waist and softly pushed you back into the counter.

Ushijima opened his eyes, staring into yours. One of his hands gently gripped onto your wrist and lightly brushed the back of your hand with a thumb.

“You’re just too good to be true.”

The sweetness of his statement made your cheeks burn, matching the heat you already been feeling between your legs.

“Let’s take this to bed then,” you whispered.

The journey from the kitchen to your bedroom was a heated blur because the next thing you knew, Ushijima was laying you down, spreading your legs open, and placing himself in between them. His large, calloused hands felt hot as they slid up underneath your shirt. You lifted your upper back and arms, allowing Ushijima to discard your shirt off to the side. 

He lowered himself down onto you, leaving a hot trail of kisses along your chest and down your stomach. Ushijima swiftly undid the button of your pajama pants and tucked his fingers into them grasping your panties and skillfully slid them off your legs.

You were completely bare to him now. The sight of your glistening cunt was making Ushijima go crazy as he sat up onto his heels. You had a lusted-out expression on your sweet face as your chest gently rose up and down.

Ushijima kept staring. You loved it, but you were becoming impatient. You lifted your right leg up and placed your foot onto Ushijima’s left shoulder. You dug your heel into his shoulder and bent your leg, making Ushijima lean forward.

“Finish what you started,” you softly teased

Ushijima instantly lowered himself, your leg now hooked over his shoulder. He slowly licked a strip up your slit, flicking up against your clit. You turned your head to the side as a soft sigh left your mouth. 

One of your hands snaked its way into Ushijima’s hair. The flattening of his tongue felt absolutely wonderful. When your wetness started to seep out of you, Ushijima inserted a finger in you as he delegated his tongue to your clit. You moaned out loudly as he started to pump in and out of you.

“Wan’ another finger, Toshi,” you begged. 

“Yeah, love?” was all he said before obliging himself and putting a second finger in you. 

You propped yourself up with your elbows looking down at the man carry on with his ministrations that attacked your cunt. Your stomach rose up and down. You were trying to handle the shocks of pleasure that spread to your thighs and down into your toes. 

You caressed Ushijima’s head before calling out to him, “Toshi.”

The man released his mouth from your clit to look up at you, fingers still inside of your cunt. 

“I need you inside me,” you breathed out.

“Love-”

Your hand moved from his head to his jaw pulling him towards you, “I need you to fuck me, not your fingers.”

You wrapped your legs around Ushijima’s waist and pulled him into you. You moved your hips to gain friction against his still clothed body. You moaned as you attempted to hopelessly fuck yourself against him.

Ushijima groaned. Your voice and your actions were really testing his self-control. He tore off his shirt, throwing it to the side. He sat up again to take off his pants, leaving him in his boxers. 

“Hurry up,” you desperately whispered.

Ushijima made you choke on your words, as he gave you no time to brace yourself. He breathed heavily as he entered you. You whined, making him chuckle.

“You told me to hurry up, love,” the hitter lightly mocked with a smirk. 

The term of endearment made you clench around him. Your breathy sighs weren’t enough for Ushijima.

He slid out just until the tip of his cock teased its way from leaving you, before slamming back into you. You let out a yelp in sync with your body slightly moving up from the forceful thrust. Ushijima smirked in satisfaction. 

Ushijima repeated this over and over. Slow and rough. Every little moan and whine you let out was like music to his ears as he watched you. You didn’t know what those light feathery touches of yours did to Ushijima as they ghosted up and down along his upper body.  

Your hand snaked its way to the back of Ushijima’s neck, lightly tugging at his hair, “Toshi.”

You called his name out like a prayer. You were the only one who looked at him the way you did. You pulled him down to kiss you pressing your bodies together. The closeness made Ushijima start to rut in you. He moved his face from yours and into the crook of your neck. He was kissing your cervix so sweetly, that it made your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

Ushijima was starting to let go. The amount of yearning and longing he had prepared for was being compensated through his sped up, rough thrusts. 

He lifted his head and caged you in between his arms. Ushijima etched every expression and movement on your face into his memory. You were staring up at him with such a fucked-out face.

He was gonna leave his mark on you before he left. Or rather, in you. The tightness of you clenching around him started to work him up even more. His soft grunts quickly turned into groans as his thrusts became sloppier by the second.

You gripped one hand onto his shoulder and the other onto the back of his neck. You moaned in time with Ushijima’s cock pumping in and out of you.

One of his hands slid down to your clit. He rubbed his thumb against the bundle of nerves in rough circles. Your moans increased as you reached your high.

“S’too much Toshi-”

You cut yourself off. Your body twitched as you came, moaning sweetly. Your velvety walls sucked in Ushijima’s cock so well. So well, that Ushijima followed soon after. Hot spurts of his cum filled you up.

Ushijima continued to slowly thrust in you. A white ring of your mixed cum seeped out around him. He looked down to where the two of you were connected. Absolutely mesmerizing.

“Toshi,” you mewled.

Ushijima looked back up to find you smiling at him. He smiled softly in return before placing a tender kiss on your forehead, “I did miss you.”

[oranoyaora]

You all either love hq smut or hq dads with their kids. There’s literally no in between 😭

[oranoyaora]

unholy matrimony

ft. timeskip!tsukishima kei

warning(s): angst if you squint

tags: childhood friends to lovers

notes: inspired by giveōn’s “unholy matrimony”.

“Do you ever want to get married?”

Tsukishima paused before looking up at you sitting at the bar counter as your gaze focused on how he nimbly cut up vegetables. At his silence, your eyes flitted up to his, waiting for him to respond.

The tall man studied you. It was something he had thought about a few times. It seemed like a nice idea, but what stopped Tsukishima was the fear of you both falling out of love.

Marriage.

A huge commitment. One that should be built from a journey of love.

But that’s just it.

What is the point of building a love so great, for it to be locked up? What is the point of getting married if there’s a possibility for it to fail, unraveling years and years of work going into a relationship?

Tsukishima believed that any relationship you foster is a commitment in itself, and that sometimes, relationships come and go. A relationship can remain stable, but that doesn’t cancel out the chance for it to crumble.

Anything could happen.

In his heart, he knows that the both of you would fight tooth and nail to make it work. You’ve both had your ups and downs with one another.

“Not really.”

Tsukishima was just honestly comfortable with where the two of you were at and didn’t feel like he needed to take it a step further.

You smiled at his answer.

“Well, I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

The two of you were more than elated to have saved each other from the heartache that could have ensued if the idea of marriage had been one-sided.

“Besides, I thought we were already married,” he added.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “Huh?”

“When did that happen,” you laughed lightly.

The man shrugged, “When we were eight.”

“You mean when I tied up grass and made them into rings, put them on our pinky fingers, and declared that we got married?” You laughed again.

Tsukishima curtly nodded as he resumed to cutting the vegetables in front of him.

“We were kids, Tsuki,” you reasoned.

“And look where we are now,” Tsukishima quipped.

“Touché, you damn beanpole,” you muttered.

Tsukishima shook his head and scoffed, “I can’t believe you didn’t know that we’ve been married this whole time.”

“Really, Tsuki?” You rolled your eyes.

“It’ll be our twentieth anniversary in September,” the blond continued.

You could not believe this guy.

“You literally just told me that you don’t really want to ever get married.”

“I was talking about official marriage, idiot. You know? The one where you have to sign all those papers?”

“The attitude was not needed,” you bantered back.

“Well, you clearly didn’t understand that we’ve already been married for almost twenty years.”

You crossed your arms and pouted, “I want a divorce.”

“Too bad, you can’t,” Tsukishima snickered, “let’s not forget that you made us pinky promise that we would stay married forever that day.”

“Whatever,” you uttered defeat.

Tsukishima smirked triumphantly. There was a short, yet comfortable silence that fell upon you two. The only distinct noise that could be heard was from Tsukishima chopping up some vegetables.

“I only asked because I wasn’t sure if you were the marrying type,” you admitted.

Tsukishima didn’t say anything, knowing that you would continue your rant.

“I just think that you don’t have to necessarily get married if you’re in love with someone.”

“Did you just confess your love to me?” The man mocked.

You sighed in exasperation.

“That’s it. We’re getting divorced.”

[oranoyaora]

boisterously demure

ft. timeskip!bokuto kotaro

warning(s): none, just tooth rotting fluff and some pining

notes: Bokuto is surprised to find that you’re actually shy off the court. Also, this is not my best work, so I’m sorry 😭. I started it, and was like “shit, I need to finish this” sooo…

You were a complete monster on the court. Every time you or your teammate scored a point, you would roar out a cheerful yell. You communicated super well with your teammates, always making certain calls that benefited the team

Bokuto was absolutely mesmerized by you.

You were such a well-rounded player. Your defense was just as good as your offense, and your sets were just beautiful.

Bokuto, in his simple mind, was trying to figure out how to talk to you. In all honesty, your presence on the court was quite intimidating, and Bokuto wasn’t quite sure how he would approach you.

“Neh, Bokuto,” Hinata called out, “are you alright? You’re kinda quiet.”

Bokuto looked over to the human tangerine and shook his head as a small grin spilled on his face.

“It’s nothing, really,” he started, “but that setter over there is pretty good.”

Bokuto directed his head into a tilt, pointing where you were. Hinata’s eyes followed Bokuto’s direction, spotting you.

“Oh, you mean y/n?”

“You know them?” Bokuto asked with a little more excited energy.

Hinata nodded with a smile, “I went to middle school with them.”

Bokuto suddenly got onto his knees, clasping his hands together.

“Can you introduce them to me?!”

The gym went silent and everyone, including you, looked in the direction of the source of the loud outburst. Bokuto locked eyes with you. He immediately stood up and turned away from you, embarrassed by what he did.

Bokuto went into emo mode.

“I can introduce you to them,” Hinata placed a hand on Bokuto’s shoulder.

Bokuto’s entire being slumped, “You don’t have to.”

Hinata shook his and gave a reassuring pat on his shoulder, “I saw y/n smiling at you, so I’m sure you’re fine.”

Bokuto slightly straightened up, “Really?”

Hinata nodded and Bokuto instantly returned to the state he was in not too long ago. Hinata actually wasn’t sure if you smiled at Bokuto, he just said that to lift the hitter’s spirits up.

Ironically, Hinata was telling the truth. You were smiling at Bokuto because you found him quite admirable… and attractive…

But you always admired him from a distance. You were never one to put yourself out there. Of course, volleyball was an exception. In most social settings, you tended to be the quiet one, letting your friends or teammates do most of the talking.

When you heard his excited voice, you couldn’t help but break out into a small smile. You were changing into your warmup clothes as someone called out your name. You looked around to find a human tangerine approaching you.

You waved with a small smile, “Hey, Shoyo.”

“You played so well! Your sets were like whoosh! And when you hit, the ball went wham!”

You placed a hand behind your head as a small chuckle escaped your lips, “You haven’t changed a bit, but thank you.”

Hinata tugged on your sleeve, “Come on, I’m gonna introduce you to my teammates.”

You paused before lamely shrugging and squeaking a small, “Ok.”

Hinata guided you as the two of you trekked around the people that crowded around different teams.

“Shoyo!”

The two of you whipped your heads to the sound of the voice. You recognized the setter of Hinata’s team as he waved to the orange-haired man.

“Who’s that ya got there?” Atsumu asked.

“This is y/n,” Hinata started, “we went to middle school together.”

Bokuto perked up when your name was announced. You were approaching. You were starting to get in close proximity with him. Bokuto’s nervousness and excitement were blurring together as one.

He’s seen you up close whenever the camera guys got a good shot of you during games. But Bokuto’s never seen you this close in person, and he could feel his nerves getting the best of him.

He kept questioning himself. Should he go over to where Atsumu was and say hi to you? Should he do a cartwheel or a backflip to get your attention?

Sakusa just stared at the man drowning in nerves.

Before Bokuto knew it, you were in front of him with Hinata.

“This is-”

His mind went blank. He blocked all noise out as he set his gaze on you. If Bokuto was mesmerized by how you act on the court, he was absolutely stunned now that you were standing right in front of him.

“Hi.”

Oh, your voice. It brought Bokuto back to reality. He wasn’t expecting such a soft and quiet tone. You were always loud and aggressive on the court. But this? Bokuto swears that he went into a different world and met a celestial being.

You hated being put on the spot like this. Especially in front of someone that you’ve been crushing on for a good while.

You felt incredibly small under Bokuto’s gaze. Usually, Bokuto wore his emotions on his sleeve, but right now? He was staring you dead in the eyes. You were a little anxious and confused with the look he was giving you.

“Are ya gonna say ‘hi’ back, Bokkun?” Atsumu interrupted.

Bokuto blinked twice. Much to everyone’s surprise, Bokuto seemed quite calm as he let out a small sigh. He lightly grinned at you.

“Hi.”

[oranoyaora]

HQ! Masterlist

welcome, you hopeless romantics

Karasuno Bois

Aoba Johsai Bois

Nekoma Bois

Inarizaki Bois

Itachiyama Boi

Shiratorizawa Bois

Fukurodani Bois

[oranoyaora]

im about to explode thank u for blessing me with your amazing writings u deserve to b kissed on text mwa mwa mwa

Aww, this made my day 🥹. I’m glad that you enjoy my works, I really appreciate it ❤️

[oranoyaora]

reciprocated

ft. timeskip!kita shinsuke

warning(s): none

tags: strangers to friends, friends to lovers, mutual pining

notes: you have a part-time job as a housekeeper for the Kitas and it’s created lOvE iN tHe AiR… also it’s been almost a month since I’ve posted, so here you go😭

“Granny, why are you giving me that look?” You asked worriedly.

Your grandma had a devious smirk as she leaned in closer to you, arms crossed.

“You mean to tell me that you’ve been in close proximity with such a fine specimen of a man all of this time?”

Her eyes flitted back to the man who had been working in the open field of rice. Your gaze followed suit.

Your eyes widened, “Don’t say that so loud, Granny!”

“What? Can’t I enjoy the finer things in life?” Your grandma shrugged with a grin.

“Granny…” You groaned.

“So you agree? Yumie’s grandson is quite handsome?” The older woman wiggled her eyebrows.

“Granny, you came here to visit Yumie-sama, not harass me,” you whined.

“Oh, I’m just teasing you, y/n. But if I were you, I wouldn’t mind being slinged over his shoulder like that sack of rice he’s carrying right now,” she elbowed your side and wiggled her eyebrows again.

You looked back over to Kita as he did have a large sack of rice on his shoulder. His bicep flexed as he had his arm hooked around the sack.

“You’re not helping,” you pouted and looked away, trying to hide your flushed expression.

“I’m old, not dead, y/n,” she smiled, “I’m just saying that you better not miss your chance with that man.”

You sighed.

“Well, I better go see Yumie!” The older woman exclaimed before whispering, “He’s walking towards you.”

Your eyes widened as your head turned, noticing that Kita was indeed getting closer and closer to you. When you turned back, your grandma was nowhere in sight.

“That woman is in her early 80s, and she dashed out like Sonic,” you muttered.

“What was that?”

You whipped around to find Kita setting down the sack of rice onto the ground. Pink dusted your cheeks as you stared at him. Your eyes were glued onto the way the muscles in his arms moved.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” you said lightly as you looked away.

Kita stood up and glanced at you with gentle eyes. He stayed quiet as tried to tactically come up with something else to say. Your hands were clasped together as you lightly chewed the bottom of your lip. The corners of Kita’s lips slightly tugged up.

You looked back at Kita. He had a light expression on his face. Your eyes quickly flickered down onto his lips and widened. It was a rare sight to find the Kita Shinsuke to smile. You had only ever seen him smile at his grandma. 

But this? He was smiling at you. He was smiling because of you. 

The interactions you had with one another were small. Kita was often out in the fields while you stayed inside and tended to the house chores.

But you were both oblivious to the stolen glances you gave to one another. Whenever you were in the kitchen, you would sneak glances at the man working out in the fields. And with Kita? Well, he was always delighted every time he was able to catch you in his vision.

Kita didn’t know when it happened. But he knows that the way he looked at you started to change when he saw you hooking your arm with his grandma’s to help her walk down the stairs. 

You weren’t quite sure when it happened either. Maybe it was Kita’s politeness? Or was it the fact that he was quite literally husband material, which didn’t help the fact that you were a sucker for romance?

Nevertheless, the two of you were quite unprepared for the moment you found yourselves in… together, that is. Kita smiling at you. Your eyes shining up at him in subtle awe in response.

“Uh,” you broke the silence, “are you hungry?”

You inwardly cringed at yourself, but Kita’s smile grew bigger because your question just created the perfect segway for him.

“Yes,” he nodded before adding, “one of my friends from high school owns this restaurant that’s quite popular.”

“Oh, is it good in your opinion?” You asked, a blush creeping up onto your face.

Kita nodded again, “I think so. Would you like to come with me?”

You froze, eyes slightly widening. You had been dreaming of this for the longest time, but now that it came to a reality, it utterly stunned you.

Your silence slightly discouraged Kita as he put on another smile, “It’s ok if you don’t wan-”

“No, I want to,” you blurted.

You shyly turned away.

“I’m actually glad that you asked me…”

Kita smiled before gently taking your hand into his and guiding you out of the house. You nearly malfunctioned as your gaze stayed on your entwined hands.

“See, I told you they would look good together, Yumie!” Your grandma smirked triumphantly.

The two older woman peered out of the window, watching the two of you walk away hand in hand.

“My little Shin finally made a move,” Yumie sighed in exasperation as she wiped off imaginary sweat from her forehead.

Your grandma turned to Yumie and held her hand out. Yumie grabbed her hand and shook it.

Your grandma grinned, “It was wonderful doing business with you.”

[oranoyaora]

streamers 4 life until...

ft. dad!kenma kozume, baby kodzu

warning(s): the one time kenma doesn’t let baby kodzu win

notes: read the warning again trololol. your comment inspired this @levistiddies. ​make sure to read part one if you haven't!

pt. 1

Kenma was really tempted.

He always let Baby Kodzu win in every game they played. He let her collect the diamonds he found in Minecraft. When they would play Mario Party, he always let Baby Kodzu win the mini games every single time. 

Today, they were playing Mario Kart, and Kenma may or may have not put on the 200cc mode. Kenma was trying to hold in a laugh as Baby Kodzu cried out every few seconds.

Kuroosterhead  did he really just choose 200cc???

gyanugyanu  kodzuken water u doing 😭😭😭

“Ah! That’s the fourth, red turtle shell that hit me!” Baby Kodzu exclaimed.

Kenma snickered. He was going to hell for this. Baby Kodzu noticed that a small smirk tugged at the corner of Kenma’s lips. She frowned.

“Did you do something, Daddy?!”

“No,” Kenma snickered. 

“You’re lying! Mario Kart is never this hard!” Baby Kodzu crossed her arms and pouted. 

hinsho_  i can’t believe you would really do that to baby kodzu

The word ‘liar’ flooded the chat with laughing emojis. Kenma narrowed his eyes at his chat. When the race ended, Baby Kodzu got last place while Kenma got first. She threw her controller into her lap and whipped her head and gave Kenma a glare. 

“You had it on 200, didn’t you?!”

Kenma side glanced at her, “...”

“You did!” Baby Kodzu stood up, look of betrayal filling her eyes.

She started to sniffle.

Kuroosterhead  YOU MADE BABY KODZU CRYYYY

jujuluilui321  I'm taking back my subs

Kenma’s eyes widened as he saw tears fall from his daughter’s eyes, “Love-”

“No!” Baby Kodzu stomped and pointed a finger at the streamer, “I’m not playing with you anymore! You’re a cheater!”

Her face was scrunched, brows furrowing, as she stomped out of the room. Kenma sighed.

tsukimoonboy  we protecc, we attac, but most importantly, we take our subs bacc

... an hour later...

Kenma cracked the door open and peaked his head into Baby Kodzu’s room. She was laying down in her bed, arms crossed, and glaring up at the ceiling. 

“Love?”

Baby Kodzu merely side glanced at Kenma before looking back up at the ceiling. 

“I’m mad at you, Daddy,” Baby Kodzu pouted.

Kenma sighed and entered her room. He sat down beside her bed.

“I know.”

Baby Kodzu looked at Kenma, waiting. 

“I’m sorry for secretly changing it to 200 on Mario Kart,” he sighed.

“You know I can only do 50 or 100, so why did you change it?” Her lower lip quivered.

Kenma lowered his head onto the bed, staring back at Baby Kodzu.

“I don’t know, but it was mean of me to do so,” Kenma sighed again.

“You promise to not do that again?” Baby Kodzu narrowed her eyes.

Kenma nodded with apologetic eyes, “I promise.”

Baby Kodzu stared at Kenma before smiling and sat up. She shuffled over to him and hugged his head. 

“I love you.”

“Right now I can’t say I love you back, because I’m still a little mad,” Baby Kodzu mumbled into his hair.

Kenma smiled, “That’s ok.”

[oranoyaora]

like old times

ft. fighter!atsumu miya

warnings(s): none

tags: childhood friends to lovers

notes: in my mind, fighter!atsumu is very yummy

“Can ya wrap my hands for me?”

You turned and raised an eyebrow, “You still need me to wrap your hands? How old are you?”

“Just do it, won’t ya?”

It’s been years since you had done that for Atsumu. You were surprised. Nonetheless, you playfully sighed and got out the tape and gauze. You started on his right hand, wrapping the white material around his knuckles and down to his wrist. 

You let go of Atsumu’s right hand and reached for his left. He swiftly grabbed your hand, encasing it in his larger one. You gave him a questioning look as Atsumu looked away, trying to hide the fact that his cheeks were going flush. 

“What?” You called out.

Atsumu’s eyes briefly flickered onto your face before looking away again. He slightly pouted and could feel the tips of his ears go hot. 

“Could ya... do it like when we were little...”

You paused, eyes slightly widening. Your cheeks started to feel warm. You gave Atsumu a small smile before taking his right hand and bringing it towards your face. You placed a chaste kiss onto his knuckles. The blush on Atsumu’s cheeks started to spread down onto his neck. 

You silently chuckled and moved onto wrap the blond man’s left hand. Atsumu turned back to look at you. He looked down at your hands as they gently stretched out the gauze around his hand. 

“Cute...” he muttered.

You looked up, furrowing your eyebrows, “Hmm?”

Atsumu caught your eyes with a gentle expression, “S’nothing.”

You kissed his left hand and Atsumu stood up, his big frame towering over you.  

“Are you ready?”

Atsumu nodded. He was usually never this quiet. His cockiness was always reflected through the words that came out of his mouth. You looked at the man with concern.

“Are you ok, ‘Tsumu?”

He shook his head with a smile, “Don’t worry about it.”

Atsumu put his hand on top of your head and leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead. When he leaned away, he smirked as he saw your eyes go wide.

“‘Tsumu, what the-”

“When I win, ya have to do what I just did to ya,” he started.

You raised your eyebrows at him, “‘Tsumu-”

“But on the lips.”

You shoved his face away from you and crossed your arms. You pouted and looked at the ground trying to hide your flustered expression.

“This is not how we did it when we were little,” you muttered.

When you looked back at Atsumu, the smirk was still present on his face and it sent exciting chills up and down your spine.

“S’fine because we’re not so little anymore.”

[oranoyaora]

WTF IS HASANABI DOING WATCHING KENMA’S STREAMS 😭

LOL. I had to put Hasan in there bc he’s a twitch king😭 but I’m glad you know who hasan is 😂

[oranoyaora]

baby streamer

ft. dad!kenma kozume

warning(s): none

notes: kenma’s kid takes over his stream when he goes afk

pt. 2

“Give me one sec. I’ll be back, I’m just getting something to eat,” Kenma pushed himself out of his chair a waved to his chat.

kyanmaaastan nooo don’t gooo

fairy62738 take your time!!

The letter ‘f’ rolled in the chat as Kenma disappeared. Not even thirty seconds later, a small human popped into the room. The chat was going crazy as they approached the gaming chair.

Kuroosterhead STOP ITS BABY KODZU

yuriyuri.123 IM GOING TO SCREAAMMM

_hitsuki_27 come to chat don’t be shy

The four year old plopped into Kenma’s gaming chair. She grinned and waved. Her short, brown hair swished as she tilted her head.

“Hi, Daddy’s chat!” Her small voice greeted.

Chaos. The chat was furiously rolling as those watching swooned and laughed.

The little girl’s face scrunched up, “Call of Duty! Daddy says he never plays that!”

The little girl grabbed the game controller and exited the game that Kenma had been playing. The screen of Kenma’s monitor was still streaming for the chat to see.

She scrolled through the number of games until she got to Minecraft. When she clicked onto it she smiled at the game monitor.

“I’m going to show you the world that Daddy and I have been making!”

oronoyaora stop this is soo cute 😭😭😭

hasanabi she’s gonna show us her socialist empire

The screen loaded and her character spawned. She put herself in flying mode and moved away to give a tour to the chat.

“This is my house,” she showed a purple, castle like structure, before turning.

A significantly small, cobblestone house came into view, “And this is Daddy’s house! I made his house and he made mine!”

The chat rolled with laughing emojis and hearts. Kenma returned and noticed that his chat was going crazy. He saw that his game monitor screen was streaming Minecraft. He chuckled.

“What are you doing?”

Baby Kodzu turned her head and grinned, “Hi, Daddy! I was showing your chat our Minecraft world!”

“Well,” Kenma lifted Baby Kodzu before sitting down and placing her on his lap, “I guess we’re playing Minecraft now.”

“Did you know that Daddy’s scared of the Endermen and Skelly’s?”

Kenma pinched her cheek, “Don’t expose me like that.”

Kuroosterhead LOLOL

Gyanugyanu don’t be shy baby kodzu, tell us more

“ I don’t know what that means, Daddy,” Baby Kodzu shrugged.

Kenma shook his head with a smile, “Go grab another controller, so we can both play.”

[oranoyaora]

he needs some milk

ft. timeskip!kageyama tobio

warning(s): none

notes: if you get the reference in the title, i love u

After practice, Kageyama always went to the vending machine to get a milk box. He heard your light footsteps get closer and closer to him as he picked up the box. The setter glanced at you.

You gave him a small wave with a polite smile. Kageyama nodded at you before looking down at his box of milk, taking the straw and stabbing it through the hole. His ears felt hot. He really hoped you didn’t notice.

It was a little routine the two of you found yourselves in. Kageyama would always get a milk box and you would get there soon after. The both of you would always give a polite nod, but with no exchange of words.

There was still no exchange of words this time, but Kageyama questioned when you started to look pretty to him. All of a sudden, he started to notice the small details about you. 

Your eyes had a glow to them. You would always place a hand behind your neck as you waited for a milk box to drop down from the vending machine. You had really pretty hands. 

“Kageyama,” you called out.

The setter blinked a few times, realizing that he had been staring at you. His eyes widened, the embarrassment was settling in, and he was about to blow a fuse. 

“You ok?” You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowing in concern.

Wait. You said his name. You said his name. Kageyama was really on the verge of blowing a fuse now. When did you saying his name become something that made Kageyama malfunction?

He didn’t even know your name. Something cold started to drip all over his hand. Kageyama looked at his hand that held the milk. He was literally choking the box making the milk spilled all over his hand and onto the floor. Kageyama internally panicked. 

“Ah! Kageyama, you’re getting milk all over you!” You exclaimed.

You had a small gym towel with you. You took a step forward. You grabbed the box of milk and set it on a bench next you. You placed the towel on Kageyama’s hand. You grabbed his forearm and started to pat the towel on his hand, drying it. 

Kageyama focused in on your face. You lightly bit the bottom of your lip as you concentrated on drying his hand. You were even prettier up close.

“Sorry.”

You stopped patting his hand and looked up with a confused expression.

“You’re just really pretty,” Kageyama blurted out. 

Your eyes widened in surprise. You shyly looked down as you continued to dry his hand.

A small smile painted your lips, “Thank you.”

You finished drying Kageyama’s hand and gave a light smile to the setter.

“You, uh... um...” he started.

Pink dusted the setter’s cheeks as he stumbled over his words. 

“... Do you, um...”

“You wanna get some lunch together?” You interjected.

Kageyama silently nodded making you grin at his cuteness. The tsundere setter couldn’t have been happier to have spilled his milk.