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[salmonmakiii]

Hello!~ I love your time stamp series!

I’d like to request a timestamp as well!

18:37 with Oikawa as a husband, with angst to fluff please!

Thank you so much <3

Of course!!! You submitted this one so I’ll tag you just in case you don’t see it. If you want me to remove the tag, please tell me!! and also my deepest apologies this took too long :”

[18:37]

About : Oikawa x gn reader Note : This is my first writing after a while, hope I still got it T_T, angst, fluff

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The brunette hissed at the voice he’d heard for the past thirty minutes. He blamed his big mouth for saying those words. If only his emotions didn’t get the best of him, he wouldn’t be out here searching frantically for you. Nonetheless, he tried calling you and continued to jog around the neighborhood.

Oikawa had his wins and losses before and he handled them quite well. He was a grown-up, wise enough to accept his losses and not to be too cocky or childish whenever he wins. But something about this season’s loss seems to get to him. You were there, watching him when the other team scored a point that leads to their victory. His opponent was a rookie in the season, and your husband’s team didn’t have much information about them. Both of the team was equal in terms of teamwork and power. Although, you watched your husband long enough to know that the opponent’s setter is still inferior to him, and you’re sure that his team knows it too.

After the game, you decided to meet your husband outside of their locker room. You cheered him on asking about how awesome he was and how intense that game was. He could only give you a small smile and rest his hand on your head, giving it a little tap. You knew from then on that he wasn’t okay. And for the past week, your suspicions were right.

Ever since then, he’d been caging up himself in the gym and in his private court. He’d leave first thing in the morning and would come back late at night. He was too tired to even reach your shared bedroom and most likely would end up on the couch. This wasn’t the first time your husband acted like this, but this was by far the worst.

As days passed, it felt like you were living alone. The usual mornings where you would wake up to him beside you and how you would stay longer in bed together now were replaced by the cold and empty bedside every time you awake. No more loving kisses and cuddles to start the day, no more having breakfast together. Even at night, he didn’t whisper sweet nothings to you like he always did. You missed him.

It may sound selfish but he is your husband.

Yesterday, you made the decision to confront him about this. You stayed up till late at night, your eyes heavy and the gravity beneath your feet seemed heavier, especially after a tiring day from work. The sudden sound of the front door opening caused you to sit up straight from your place on the couch. You blinked your eyes awake, giving them a little rub, and turned your attention towards the door. There you saw your husband, tripping over his feet from trying to take his shoes off. You stared at him, seeing that he hasn’t noticed your presence. He walked to the couch, scratching his head, still not noticing you.

“Tooru.” You called out to him firmly. At the sound of his name, he lifted his head, eyes a little wide and confused.

“You’re still awake? Why aren’t you asleep yet?” He asked, dropping his weight onto the couch, causing you to jump a little. He laid his head down on the couch, sighing loudly.

“I was waiting for you. Also, the bed has been… too cold for my liking.” You glanced at your husband who seemed to pay no mind as he closes his eyes and covered it with his arm. The room went quiet and you could feel the irritation clawing at your back. You understood his situation well, but come on! At this point, he was being childish.

“Tooru, we need to talk,” Seeing that he didn’t respond but know that he’s listening, you continued.

“You need to relax, Toru. You’re overworking yourself.” You sighed, putting a gentle hand on his head.

“Our team lost to a rookie. I felt it. I felt like something wasn’t right with me that day.”

“Tooru, it’s not your fault. In volleyball, you work as a team-“

“So it’s MY team’s fault for losing?” He asked. You pulled your hand away and stared at him.

“You know that’s not what I meant,”

“Oh, then I’m sure you’re just complaining because I’m not spending enough time with you, right?” He suddenly snapped. You continued to look at your husband, the words stuck in your throat.

“Iwaizumi already nagged to me about this. I don’t need you reminding me. Just leave me alone and give me time.” He huffed, covering his eyes with his arms once more. You were baffled and hurt. Holding in your tears you made your way towards your shared bedroom, leaving your husband alone.

The next morning, Oikawa set off early as usual. But he didn’t see you wandering about the kitchen or the living room like the days before. He went over to the bedroom and saw no sign of you. He thought it was because you had to go early to work so he shrugs it off. But ever since he step foot outside of his house. He had an uneasy feeling in his chest. Maybe he was too harsh to you. Maybe he was being too selfish.

He went early today because of that unsettling feeling gnawing at his back. Because of it, he couldn’t focus much on his practice. He tried texting you or calling you in between sessions. But he got no reply whatsoever.

Must be really busy then…

He couldn’t explain the tightening on his chest with each step he walked towards his house. Once he opened the front door, the house seemed too empty for his liking. There was no sound whatsoever, no sign of anybody inside.

And here he is right now, still searching for you.

Oikawa stopped for a second, his feet aching. All those non-stop training are finally kicking in. He bent down and massaged his calves, trying to soothe the pain.

“Good job, Tooru. Your damn ego and big mouth just HAD to- ARGH DAMN IT!” He yelled at no one in particular. Those anxious voices in his head start to cloud him when a familiar voice washed it away.

“Tooru?”

Oikawa stood up straight looking at the figure in front of him. His anxiousness blown away the minute he saw you. You were still in your formal wear, although a bit disheveled, you were unharmed. Ignoring the aching in his feet, he jogged to you and engulfed you in a hug.

“Where have you been?! You didn’t answer my text or calls- I was worried!”

Your eyes widen at his outburst, putting a hand on the back of his head, you sighed and hugged him back.

“I’m sorry… I shouldn't have given you the silent treatment.” You whispered, caressing his hair.

“It’s okay, you have the right to act that way, but when I text about your wellbeing, please answer. I was so worried something might happen to you.” Oikawa pulled away and put a gentle hand and your cheek.

“I’m sorry for acting so mean to you.” His voice was almost a whisper and you can feel the pain in every word. You gave him a small smile as you placed a kiss on his head.

“I could never stay mad at you, Tooru.” You giggled in hopes to ease the tension.

“Good. Because once we’re home, I need you to do wonders with your hand – my calves are killing me.” Your husband leaned onto you.

“I’m convinced you won’t be able to live a day without me.” You teased, with his one hand around your shoulder, he pinched your cheek.

“Hey, I’ve been living just fine!”

“Barely…”

“You’re too mean, honey!”

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Tag: @siriiel

[salmonmakiii]

I’m back ;_;

Hey guys, sorry for not posting for MONTHS. Shit happened and I lost my motivation and passion to write T_T. 2020 just wasn’t it. Anyways, I’m back now and I’ll try my best to catch up on the requests!! And for those who need a shoulder or an ear, you can message me!!! We’ll get through this together, thank you so much!!

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[salmonmakiii]

Hello there!! Can I get a time stamp of 5:32 with husband Tsukki? All fluff please! Thank you so much

I hope this is fluffy enough?? Cuz this is literally crack for me JKHDJSDHJSD and A VERY LATE HEADS UP that most of my stories (especially if ya’ll requested husband!character) has manga spoilers!! 

[05:32]

About : Tsukishima x reader Note : This legit happened to me a few days ago and I freaked out. Fluff??? Crack???? Forgive me if there’s any mistakes!

You let out a yawn, but you didn’t stop brushing your teeth in front of the bathroom mirror and your husband stared at you. Your eyes had bags under them and they were a little dark too, your head bopped a little from time to time, a gesture that he knows too well that you were tired. Tsukishima had picked you up from work at 11.

He was worried when you told him you’re going to be home late. You’ve been working so hard lately for the past few days and you even used your day off yesterday only to come back at 10.

“Did he give you a day off tomorrow?” He asked, still brushing his teeth. You didn’t move, your eyes were now closed as you slowly nod your head, letting out a quiet hum.

“Good.” He said, spitting out the toothpaste and washing it with water.

He should be, anyways. He thought, a frown visible on his brows.

Tsukishima is known for his saltiness to people. When you first started dating, you noticed that he’s especially salty to his friend Hinata and Kageyama when he invited you to hang out with his friends. Even so, you knew deep down that he may still have an ounce of respect for the two. But this time, he despises your boss. He hates your boss so much.

Your boss was the ‘spontaneous’ type; They’ll suddenly give you tons of paperwork without warning, would give you unplanned events, and would suddenly call for you outside of your work hour. Tsukishima knew that this is what you signed up for. Being the CEO’s secretary is hard work. But even he knows when to draw the line.

This morning was one of those times where your boss would suddenly call you to the office on your day off. Tsukishima luckily had the noon shift so he was able to escort you to your office that morning. Your boss was already waiting outside the building where Tsukishima had dropped you off. You gave Tsukishima thanks as you got out of the car, what confuses you was that your husband was taking his seatbelt off.

You heard your name being called and you turned around to greet your boss. Surprisingly, Tsukishima was beside you, his hand around your shoulder as he stared at your boss.

“Good morning, (Y/n)-san. Glad you could make it. Let’s get started, shall we?” Your boss said, completely ignoring Tsukishima beside you. Being married to him for quite a while, you knew when your husband’s aura would change. You nod your head at your boss and they began walking back into the building. You reached for his hand and tiptoed to place a kiss on his cheek.

“It’ll be fine, Kei. Stop glaring daggers at my boss.” You giggled. Tsukishima sighed and gave you a good stare.

“If you’re feeling tired. Call me to pick you up and tell your boss right away.” He emphasized the word in disgust. You chuckled once more and nodded your head.

That morning, Tsukishima gave your forehead a peck and a kiss to your lips as a bonus. Both are very rare for him to do in public. Because of that rare phenomenon, you decided to use that as your serotonin boost for your today’s work.

But maybe it wasn’t enough, since you came back from work looking like a zombie. You almost scared Tsukishima when he came to get you. And now here you were, being led by Tsukishima to the bedroom, he’s afraid you might bump into something with that sleepy eyes of yours.

Tsukishima carefully laid you down on the bed, he turned off the lights as you get under the blankets. He rounded to his side of the bed and sighed as he plopped down. You instinctively reached for your husband and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest. Tsukishima sighed as he faced the ceiling, your body in his arms.

“How’s your work today?” You asked, voice dripping with sleep.

“It was fine. There were lots of kids from schools, though.”

“That’s nice…”

“They were loud. There were two of them that reminded me of Kageyama and Hinata, too.” You giggled tiredly on his chest and you let out a sigh.

“That must’ve,” You yawned, “bring back memories, huh?”

“Unpleasant ones,” He groaned and you chuckled once more, nuzzling to his chest.

You mumbled something to Tsukishima but he didn’t catch what you were talking about. He was about to ask you but stopped himself when he saw your steady breathing, your eyes closed and your mouth a bit agape. He took off his glasses and put it on the nightstand beside him carefully, so not to wake you. He pulled the covers further up your body to protect you from the cold as he pulled you closer, his position now hugging you close to him. He stared at you for a second, a smile on his lips and his eyes slowly came to a close.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Tsukishima was enjoying his sleep when he felt you rustling out of his hold. His eyes slowly flutter open and saw you stumbling out of the bed. His eyes were squinted due to his poor eyesight and his right arm supported his body.

“Where are you going?” He asked, voice raspy.

“I’m just going to get a drink.” He nodded at your answer as he laid back on his pillow. Tsukishima let out a sigh before looking at the window. The curtains emitting a soft glow, meaning that the sun had risen. He reached for his phone, pressing the power button to look at the screen. He put it back on the nightstand and laid back, eyes closed as his body faced the ceiling.

05:32… I have practice at… 9? I think… the museum-

His thoughts abruptly stopped when he heard you yelling out his name. His eyes shot open and his body sat up straight in an instant, he looked at the slightly opened the door and heard you yelling his name once more. His feet swung to the edge of the bed and he reached for his phone and glasses. He ran outside his room, already wearing his glasses as he held his phone, ready to call someone if needed as he rushed to the kitchen.

When he arrived there he saw you standing on top of a chair, he was genuinely confused as you froze in place.

“What's wrong?” he asked. You whipped your head towards your husband and relief washed over you.

“K-Kei, th-there’s a huge spider,” You said, voice a bit trembling.

Tsukishima’s face immediately went blank. He wanted to ask “THAT’S why you yelled?” but he couldn’t bear the terrified look on your face and decided to set the teasing for later.

Tsukishima sighed loudly and scratched his head. He walked over to your figure, his eyes asking “where” you pointed to the counter near where the glasses were hung up. Tsukishima carefully walked towards the spot and he indeed saw a spider. It wasn’t that huge but it wasn’t a small one either.

Tsukishima mentally gulped when he saw the creature, he’s not afraid of spiders but he most definitely prefer not to engage with the said creature. Tsukishima was about to take another step towards it but he jumped when you snaked your arms around his neck and your feet around his waist.

“Ah- what the- what are you doing?” He asked, turning his head to his shoulder to look at you. He was whisper-yelling, thinking that the spider might move if he was noisy.

“I don’t want that thing suddenly jumping towards me when you try to catch it!” You followed his hushed tone as your grip on him tightens.

“What if it jumps towards us? What happens then?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at your logic.

“Then we die together, easy.” You shrugged.

Your husband groaned and straighten up his back so you wouldn’t fall.

“Fine, but I’m not holding you up.”

“Yessir!” With that, you made sure that your grip was secure.

Tsukishima took a deep breath as he slowly and carefully made his way towards the spider. He picked up a cup that was far from it and held it firmly in his hand. You watched from his shoulder as he lifted the glass, his steps still steady and once he was close enough, he quickly put the bottle on top of the spider, trapping it. You and Tsukishima both sighed in relief.

You climbed down his tall body and sat on the chair you once stood on while Tsukishima went to get something thin enough to slide it under the cup. Once he did, he carefully escorted the spider outside and when he came back inside, he saw you still slumped in your chair, your head tilted to the back a little.

“A ‘Thank you’ would be nice,” He said, hovering over you. You opened your eyes and grinned sheepishly.

“Thank you, my brave and amazing husband.” You exaggerated. Tsukishima rolled his eyes, he puts a finger to your forehead, applying pressure. But he suddenly retracted his finger and replaced it by placing his palm on your forehead.

“You’re burning.” He said. You straighten your back and stared at him confused, his palm still on your forehead.

“I am?”

That jerk. Tsukishima scowled.

“Yes. Did that boss of yours over-worked you or something? Does he even know how to properly run-“

“Woah, woah, sea salt, calm down.” You chuckled, “I have a day off anyway, I can rest.” You shrugged.

Tsukishima felt pity looking at your tired eyes, not to mention the eyebags under it. He sighed and took out his phone as he began typing.

“What are you doing?” You asked,

“I’m telling my teammates that I won’t be attending practice today.”

“Huh? Why not?”

Tsukishima looked at you and flicked your forehead.

“To take care of you, idiot.”

You rubbed the stinging spot on your forehead and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Then what about your work?”

“I don’t think I have a shift today, so I’ll be fine.”

“But you’ll get sick if you stay here!”

“We live together, dummy. It’s not like the first time one of us gets sick anyways.”

Feeling like you lost – not a surprise – the debate with your husband, your lips jutted out, eyebrows knitted together.

“What’s with that face?” He asked, putting his phone on the table.

“I was just thinking that if you don’t have work, you should at least go practice. I know how important it is to you-“

“You want to get rid of your husband that badly, huh?” he cut you off with a smirk, “Well getting rid of me ain’t easy.” Tsukishima walked towards you and ruffled your hair, messing it up even more. He snorted and went to the fridge as he took out some ingredients. 

“Now go wash up, you stink.” He ordered. You stood up from your seat and stuck your tongue at him. But once you faced the other way, you couldn’t help the little fluttery feeling in your chest and the soft smile that appeared on your lips.

[salmonmakiii]

Hiii I’d like to request a time stamp please! 01:25 with boyfriend Kuroo, all fluff pls 🥺

I’m sorry for the late updates T_T I didn’t know my college schedule will be THIS packed T_T Here ya go!

[01:25]

About : Kuroo x reader Note : Fluff, nekoma rich, Kuroo being a whiny boyfriend >:( Sorry if I have any mistakes!

“HAHAHAH,”

“Tetsu! Stop laughing in my ear!”

You hit your boyfriend’s chest jokingly as he slowly calmed down from his laugh and let out a “sorry”.

Being stuck in quarantine with Kuroo was fun. For the past month, you two would either be cuddling all day in bed, trying new recipes from TikTok, making TikTok with him, or just lay around the house doing nothing. There are a few times where he had to do his work, but with the pandemic right now, he didn’t have a lot he needed to do.

You, on the other hand, didn’t have a job yet. You were about to find one but quarantine strikes first before you could. Kuroo was fine with it since his job could already fulfill your daily needs, that and maybe someone wanted you to be available whenever he needs cuddles after a stressful zoom meeting.

These days were just one of those days where you tow had been cuddling in bed all day, only to wake up a few times to get something to eat and then to go to the bathroom only to fall back asleep in each other’s arms.

That was a big mistake though. Both of you were now wide awake in the middle of the night and your boyfriend suggested to watch some of The Office episodes. The two of you got bored of it after watching five episodes, Kuroo then decided to go back to memory lane as he searched “iconic vines that…” on youtube and now both of your cheeks were sore from laughing and smiling.

When the youtube video ends, your boyfriend used his left hand to move the cursor to peek at the time while his right was still rested around your shoulders.

“Babe,” He called, you looked up from your phone to your boyfriend.

“Yeah?”

“I think we messed up our sleep schedule,” He let out a chuckle. You looked at the time on your phone and smiled.

“I guess we did,” You shook your head, fixing up your position to stretch out your limbs. Kuroo moved the laptop from the bed to the nightstand.

“You tired yet?” He asked, stretching his hands.

“Nope,” You smiled, leaning in as you kissed your boyfriend on the lips. Pulling back a little to stare at his handsome face. Kuroo gave you a grin as he leaned in once more to kiss you. You cupped his cheeks as he moved his lips on yours and you pulled back abruptly as you squinted your eyes.

“Why is your face so dry?” You asked, rubbing your thumb on your boyfriend’s cheeks.

“Dry? I don’t know,” He answered shortly, clearly uninterested in the current topic as he leaned down once again. You halt him and let out a laugh when he groaned.

“I have an idea!” You exclaimed, letting go of your boyfriend as you scrambled off the bed to go to your drawer.

“If it doesn’t involve you cuddling me and giving me kisses, I don’t want any part of it,” His child-like grumble made you laugh. You took out a few of your skincare products and put them all on the bed.

“We’ve been doing that for a whole day, Testu.”

Kuroo jutted his lips as he looked at you with those sad, cat-like eyes and his hair seemed like cat ears as it went a little droopy. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“We can have that after I put chemicals on your face.”

Kuroo muttered a “Fine,” as he scooted closer to look at the products on the bed.

“Now come on, let’s wash up our face.” You smiled at him, Kuroo groaned once again as he lazily made his way to the bathroom, his feet dragging on the floor.

“Come on!” You said, pushing him to walk faster to the bathroom.

Finally arriving at the bathroom, you gave Kuroo one of your hair bands. Your boyfriend looked at the hairband and then at you. If you wanted him to do things your way, might as well be a little hard to get.

“Can you put it on for me, please?” He asked in a gentle and yet teasing tone but you did as he asked, since he looked so cute. Now that his rooster hair was out of his face, he continued to put his face wash on his face, rubbing it and then applying it to his cheeks first, you follow after him with your own and you both decided to brush your teeth right after.

When both of you finished, Kuroo handed you your towel as he wiped his face with his. You thanked him and walked back towards the bedroom with Kuroo following behind you. You plopped down on the bed and grinned at your boyfriend who’s towering over you.

“Now, let’s begin!”

“You’re weirdly excited about this simple thing.”

You gave Kuroo your toner and he looked at you with an offended look. You tilt your head to the side and raised an eyebrow.

“What’s wrong?” You asked,

“I thought you were going to put it on for me?” He pouted, jutting his lips out.

“Tetsurou, I swear, you’re a child!” You laugh. Nonetheless, you sat crosslegged, putting two pillows on top of your legs and patting it, gesturing for him to lay down his head there.

Kuroo smiled victoriously and laid his head down, his body bounced just a little as he plopped his body on the mattress. He let out a sigh of relief when he felt your hand ran through his hair.

“You’re so spoiled,” You planted a kiss on his forehead and put a few drops of the toner to a piece of facial cotton. Kuroo only hummed as he relaxed when you pressed the cotton to his face, the pressure you gave him felt like you were massaging his face.

Putting the cotton and toner aside, you reached out to the mini-fridge near you to get those facial masks. Kuroo said something about that fridge being used for drinks, but you put in some of your skincare there anyways. You took out your facial masks, choosing the right one for your boyfriend’s dry skin. Kuroo was still closing his eyes, hearing you rummage through things.

“What’s taking you so long?” He asked, opening his eyes and looking up at you.

“I’m choosing a facial mask for you,” You said, not glancing at him as you continued to search.

“I’d take anything, honestly,” He shrugged, closing his eyes once more. You let out an “Aha!” and tapped Kuroo’s head. Your boyfriend opened his eyes to see you smiling.

“Wanna wear this one? It’s for dry skin.”

“Yeah sure.” He closed his eyes once again.

Kuroo knew what masks they are, he saw you wear it a few times around the house. He even got scared by you when you wore a black one. If he remembered correctly, this was the one where it was like cloth but soaked in some moisturizer…? He shakes the thought away and just went with the flow.

What Kuroo forgot was that this was fresh out of the fridge and it was cold. The second the mask touched his skin he jolted and sat up, looking at you.

“Jeez, babe! Warn me next time! That thing is below freezing temperature!” He complained and you laughed at him, still holding the mask with your fingertips.

“Sorry! Sorry! Lay down and let me apply it to you.”

Kuroo glared at you as he grumpily lay down on the pillow. You laugh silently and warned him by counting. Kuroo flinched a little at the sudden cold touch, but as the mask covered more of his face, he relaxes. You let out a content sigh and gently stood up, Kuroo noticed your absence and let out a groan.

“Where are you going?” He whined,

“Will you stop being a child, Tetsu?” You giggled, reaching for your moisturizer on the table across your bed. “I’m just going to do my routine.” You heard another groan leave him.

“When do I take this off?” He asked,

“In 15 minutes,” Kuroo groaned once more and reached for his phone beside him, opening his social media.

Fifteen minutes passed by pretty quickly. Kuroo had set up a timer and he immediately called out your name to take the mask off. You shook your head as you move from your comfortable spot on the bed. You peeled the mask off and he let out an exaggerated sigh.

“Finally! I’ve been waiting for ages.” He said. you saw him about to wipe his face with a towel and you quickly stopped him, pulling his face to you.

“Do NOT wipe them off!” You warned while Kuroo raised an eyebrow.

“But my face’s so slimy,”

“You’re supposed to spread it all over your face,”

You began spreading the excess serum on both of his cheeks, gently putting on pressure to massage his face. Kuroo visibly relaxed and leaned into your touch. A few seconds of massaging his face, you finally let go and moved back to lay down on your spot once more. Kuroo throwing his body beside you. His hand reached for the light switch on top of your bed and the room grew dark, the soft light from the closed curtains being the only light source.

“Now, where’s my cuddle and kisses?” Kuroo asked in a raspy voice.

His hands were already around you and his lips were grazing yours. You giggle at him before closing the gap between you. Kuroo’s lips formed a smile once you started taking the lead, that giddy feeling he always liked resurfaced. Kuroo initiated to put sloppy kisses on your cheeks but stopped and pulled back.

“Ack! Ew!” Kuroo stuck his tongue out as he tried to get rid of the weird taste in his mouth. You stared at him confused before understanding what happened.

“You tasted my night serum didn’t you?” You chuckled, Kuroo frowned and turned to you.

“Yeah, and it tastes BAD,”

“Well, what do you expect?” You laughed, pushing a hand through his hair.

“Something sweet! Don’t they have some kind of strawberry flavor or something?”

“They don’t, Tetsu.”

“Well, they should!”

A good five minutes went by as you hear your boyfriend's complaints before the two of you were out cold. In the morning though, Kuroo was surprised at how soft his skin felt as he looked at himself in the mirror.

“Babe! My face is as soft as a baby’s bum!”

Maybe he’ll let you take care of his skin-care from now on.

[salmonmakiii]

23:00 with yamaguchi! maybe walking in the park with him

I manage to make these between my busy schedule HAHAHA multi-tasking queen😌  Ya didn’t mention any details so I made it fluffy, hope ya like it though!

[23:00]

About : Yamaguchi x reader Note : Fluffiness cuz yamaguchi babie, sorry if I have any mistakes! 

Yamaguchi didn’t even know how he was invited to this party. Last time he checked, he wasn’t very known on campus. He didn’t know what got into him for coming to the party in the first place.

Oh yeah, he wanted to try new things.

He told Tsukishima – who wasn’t invited – about the party. His friend mentioned that it wasn’t worth his time to come to a silly party and he agreed at first. However, after closing the door to his dorm, he decided to just go to the party and see what it’s like. It wasn’t what he had imagined.

He recognized a few people from his class and greeted them, but then went on his way to the other rooms. His eyes landed on you and his heart leaped in his chest. You were in the same English and Math class as him, he got in the same English project group as you and even talked a few times in class. He wouldn’t call you two as “Close” though, it was more like “He has a crush on you but you two barely even know each other”.

Yes, this boy has a crush on you. How couldn’t he? You were amazing in his eyes. You were kind, you’re friendly, you weren’t that popular but people know who you are. You weren’t the smartest, but you have your grades balanced. He looks up to you and without even knowing it, he began to develop a crush on you.

He lost control of his feet as he made his way to you, but he stopped when he saw you being greeted by another group as they sent compliments to you. Yamaguchi pursed his lips and walked the other way, the courage he once had a second ago vanished.

He began to lose interest in the party and decided to walk back to his dorm around 10. He didn’t order a ride because he needed fresh air from the party, it was a long walk, but he didn’t have any classes or assignments to do anyway. After a while of walking, he encountered a park and decided to take a stroll for a while. Before he could step into the park, however, he heard someone calling his name.

“Yamaguchi-san?”

He turned around at the call of his name and his eyes widen.

“(L/n)-san?” He watched you paced towards him as you smiled at him.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

“I got sick of this party that I got invited to and decided to just go back home. What about you?”

Yamaguchi’s heart raced when you locked gazes with him.

“The same reason as you.” He scratched his cheek nervously.

“No way, were you at the same party as I was? How come I didn’t see you?”

“I didn’t really go around in the party that much.” Yamaguchi then pointed at the park while looking at you.

“I was thinking about taking a stroll at the park, do you wanna come and join me? Or do you want to go home? I can escort you if you want?” You laugh when he bombarded you with questions but nod your head.

“A walk in the park sounds nice. I needed the fresh air anyways.”

You and Yamaguchi headed in as you exchanged small talks. The boy seemed nervous at first but once he hears you laugh about him complaining about the smelly bathroom back at the party, the tense feeling he had on his shoulders disappeared.

“The only good thing at that party was the Pizza, honestly,” You added, shaking your head.

“I know, right?” His laughter echoed through the night.

Silence engulfed the two of you. You motioned to a nearby bench with a lamp post beside it, illuminating it’s surrounding dimly. You and Yamaguchi sat on the bench as you continued to tell stories about the worst thing at the party.

“You’re pretty fun to talk to. I’m surprised you’re not apart of the popular guys on campus.” You said, giving him a smirk.

“Me? With popular guys?” He snorted, “Have you seen me around class?” Yamaguchi was about to laugh once more but stopped when he saw your genuine confused face, eyebrows knitted.

“Why wouldn’t you be?” You asked, “You’re kind, you’re outgoing, you’re polite to everyone,” You paused, “You’re… also… cute.” You turned to look away, the last word was almost inaudible but it was a quiet night, there was no way Yamaguchi didn’t hear it.

All you received after that was silence from the boy beside you. You began to feel nervous, you were about to say something to smooth it out but when you turned your head, you saw the said boy with a shocked expression as his cheeks grew red. Somehow his flustered expression was contagious as your cheeks felt hot.

“Ah! I-I’m sorry if that offended you, Ya-Yamaguchi-san!” You frantically wave your hands.

“N-no! You didn’t offend me in any way! I-I was just surprised!”

Both of you stopped talking, seeing that it’ll only make you both stammer. There was a pause before you two laughed at your silly selves.

“Thank you for your… um… compliments,” Yamaguchi chuckled nervously,

“No problem, we’re friends right?” You asked, a sheepish smile on your lips. Yamaguchi was taken aback once more but then a gentle smile grew on his lips.

“Yeah.”

One step at a time, Tadashi. One step at a time.

[salmonmakiii]

The Moon Is Beautiful Isn’t it? || Nakamoto Yuta

About : Yuta x Reader

Genre : Tiniest of angst, slow burn, fluff!

Words : 6.5K+ words (Can ya'll believe this story originally had 15K+ words? ya'll I'm wildin')

Note : 月が綺麗ですね or tsuki ga kirei desu ne translates to "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" But that phrase doesn't literally mean "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" in Japanese. It actually means "I love you". Swearings, mentions of blood, and drinking! Also, kouhai usually means someone who's younger (underclassmen), senpai is someone who's older (Upperclassmen)

Nakomoto Yuta is either dense or just plain dumb.

Maybe both.

Almost everyone knows what this Japanese phrase means. But somehow he doesn't? You're a bit disappointed but somewhat happy at the same time. You can now confess subtly without that airhead knowing what you actually said.

Your crush on this man started in high school.

You were searching for your classmate who accidentally took your notes instead of his when he panicked about being late for club activities. You overheard him saying something about soccer. Thinking that he might be in the soccer club, you headed to the soccer field immediately.

You made your presence known to the coach that stood near the bench and asked for permission to speak to one of the members. The coach nodded and asked for the name. When he called out your friend's name, he came jogging towards you with knitted eyebrows. You told him that he took the wrong notebook and he apologized before walking towards his gym bag, rummaging through it before taking out your notebook. He apologized once more and you forgave him.

Before you could even thank him and bid goodbye, you were suddenly hit by something hard in the face, right between your eyebrows and just above your nose. Being unprepared for the impact, you stumbled backward and fell to the grass. Lucky for you, the grass helped soften your fall. You couldn't open your eyes for a few moments, the pain was too great and you felt a harsh headache spreading from your forehead to the back of your head. You could hear footsteps coming towards you and your friend even yelled in shock, calling your name to see if you were conscious.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, are you okay?"

"Nakamoto! Language!"

"Shit, sorry coach- I mean- fuck!"

You sat up slowly, a hand holding your arm to help you. The boys that surrounded you back away a little to give you space. You hissed in pain and took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. You most definitely do NOT want to cry in front of them. The cause of those tears was mostly because you were startled by the sudden impact. The pain slowly subsided and you were able to open your eyes. But the second you opened them you were a bit surprised that a lot of boys were surrounding you.

They all wore worried faces but the most terrified looking was the one who was beside you. You've seen his face around school a lot but you couldn't remember his name.

"Are you okay? Can you see clearly?" He asked,

"Um... yeah... I'm fine." Just as you answered his question, you felt something trickling down your nose. The boy in front of you felt like his soul left his body as the other boys behind him let out gasps.

"Someone bring her to the infirmary!" One of them yelled. You looked at them confused before touching the top of your lip.

blood.

"Nakamoto-chan, bring her to the infirmary! Be responsible!" your friend nagged, the boy who you now know as Nakamoto groaned.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." He stood up, picking up your belongings, he held your notebook in his hand while he strapped your backpack to his shoulder, letting it loose a little.

Nakamoto turned to the coach and without exchanging other words, the coach nodded his head.

"Here, let me help you up," He offered you his hand. You looked up at him, one hand covering your nose as the other held onto his arm.

The walk to the infirmary was silent and you secretly thanked the architect who designed the school that the infirmary wasn't that far from any of the sports areas. But you cursed when the nurse wasn't in the infirmary.

"Shit," Nakamoto muttered, "Uh, I'll help you out, just, um..." He scanned the room, "You can sit on the bed right there, I'll get the medicines." he offered,

"It's okay, I'll do it myself," You waved your hands at him but he only shook his head.

"Nope. The least I could do is treat your wounds... that I caused."

Arguing with him seemed like a waste of time, so you nodded your head and sat down on the slightly taller bed and began pinching the bridge of your nose., he put your belongings beside you and began pacing around the infirmary. You watched as Nakamoto rummaged through the cabinets and took out a box of tissues, he then went to the lower cabinet and took out a towel. He then paced to the little fridge near the nurse's desk and opened up, letting out a cute "aha!" as he took out a little icepack.

He then proceeded to walk towards you, all items in hand.

"You seem to know this place well," You chuckled, watching him set down the items beside you.

"Our team gets injured often," He took a deep breath before looking up at you with a smile, "And by 'team' I mean me." You pulled out two pieces of tissue and placed them in front of your nostrils as you let out a small laugh.

"Breathe through your mouth, kay?"

"Yep,"

"Place this on your nose bridge" Nakamoto handed you the icepack covered by the towel. You took it from his hands and put it where he said.

"Thanks," You gave him a small smile and he nodded his head,

"No need to thank me, I was the one who did this to you," He shrugged, crossing his arms as he swayed back and forth on the balls of his feet.

"I'm Nakamoto Yuta, by the way," He nodded,

"I'm (L/n) (Y/n),"

"What year and class are you in?" Nakamoto asked,

"I'm a first year, and in class 5," You smiled politely,

"Ooh~ I'm a second year, class 4."

"Ah! Sorry if I was being informal with you, Nakamoto-senpai" You didn't know what you said, but Nakamoto suddenly stiffens, a small blush on his cheeks.

"Did I offend you?" You asked,

"Ah, no, no, it's just... um... it's nice being called... senpai"

You were baffled.

"No one has ever called you senpai before?"

"The only kouhais I get along with are from the soccer team. Even so, we're so close so they don't call me senpai... those rascals. But no, I do get called senpai but it's pretty rare."

You laughed as you remember what your friend had called Nakamoto. Nakamoto accompanied you in the infirmary, telling funny stories about his team, and without realizing it, you guys just clicked. Nakamoto was there with you until your nose had stopped bleeding. He bid goodbye to you first, saying that he needed to get back to practice.

"By the way," Nakamoto suddenly peeked inside the room just as you were about to head towards the door,

"you can call me Yuta! But don't forget to use senpai after it okay?" He beamed. You let out a chuckle and nodded your head.

"Nice! See ya later, (Y/n)-chan!"

You stood there frozen before a smile made its way to your lips. You went back home that day with a good mood, albeit the throbbing in your head.

Later, huh?

Indeed you and Yuta now saw each other a lot. Even though you were in different years, the two of you hung out every recess, walking to the canteen together. You would sometimes watch his practice before going home. It turns out, Yuta's stop at the station was the same as yours. So, being the good senpai that he is, he offered to walk you home every day.

The closeness between you two had sparked rumors that said you two were dating. You and Yuta would just laugh whenever someone brought it up to them.

"You're kidding? She's like a sister to me,"

"Um, I don't want to have a brother that gets injured at almost every practice. You're a nuisance."

"(Y/n)-chan. I. am. hurt."

Your group of friends would just roll their eyes and they even bet about you two being lovers by the end of Yuta's third year. The worst thing about this was that they didn't even hide it. they declared the bet in front of you two. But your mind does wonder at their words, you don't see Yuta that way, and Yuta doesn't see you that way either.

There's no way you're gonna fall for him. He's only a brother-like figure to you.

Right?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

(Ooh, a fancy header!)

You dropped your head on your desk, sighing loudly before continuing to hit your head again a few times, trying so hard to shake that one thought out of your head.

Fuck, I'm in love with him.

How did this happen? It was approximately 5 months ago that you said you only see him as a brother. But now, butterflies filled your stomach whenever you see him coming to your class and you felt as if you're on cloud nine whenever he called your name, even if it's one of those silly nicknames he gave you.

Seeing him with a blush on your face was inevitable now and you know deep down that this wasn't some passing crush. You were really in love with him.

What was it that made you fall for him?

Was it the way he would ruffle your hair whenever he was about to start a match?

Was it that one time where he protected you from a harasser on the train?

Was it when you two stopped underneath a tree to seek refuge from the pouring rain that one night after school?

You suddenly lifted your head as memory replayed in your head.

It was game season, Yuta and his team were getting ready for one of their one important match. But luck wasn't on their side that day. Yuta was one of the best players in his team and out of all times, he suddenly lost balance and fell to the ground in the middle of the game. The referee quickly blew their whistle, calling for a time out. Yuta was sat on the bench and you ran down towards him from the bleachers. The team was already accustomed to you coming to their practices and games, so when they saw you running down, they opened up a path for you.

The medical team was beside Yuta, but without them, people can tell that he was sick. His face was pale, his eyes looked tired and his body was shaking. With a heavy heart, the coach decided to switch Yuta with another member and send him home. Yuta knew he couldn't change the coach's mind no matter how much he begged. He bowed deeply to the coach and the team, apologizing for not being in his best condition. The team tried to cheer him up by joking about him getting sick, but still, they were worried about Yuta.

Being the only available person, you accompanied Yuta back home. You gave him a spare mask for him to wear and began walking to the station with him. Thank god that the match took place not too far from home. Throughout the train ride, Yuta sat in silence, he was looking down on his clutched hands. The train was surprisingly empty, it was only the two of you.

Yuta suddenly let out a scream, which caught you off guard and caused you to jump in your seat. You put a hand on his shoulders as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He then lifted his gaze towards you, an apologetic look on his face.

"Sorry, did I scare you?"

"A bit, but it's fine."

"Sorry. I just needed to let it all out. I've been holding it in."

"It's okay."

Yuta ducked his head low again, fiddling with his fingers.

Watching him, you suddenly had the overwhelming urge to be by his side and to support him no matter what.

You want to tell him that it's not his fault,

You wanted to hug him and tell him that. It didn't matter if you'd catch his illness.

Your memory ended there and now you were back in your room. The only sound you could hear was the clock ticking on your bedroom wall, the needles telling you that it was 10 p.m. You sighed as you walked over to your bed. The bed let out a few creaks as you threw yourself on top of it. You curled your legs, hugging it to your chest as you lay down on your side.

Your mind wanders to Yuta again, remembering his smiles and his laugh. Your heart did a flip when you remember him with his wet hair when he had just finished taking a shower after practice. You let out a small squeal, letting your pillow suck up all your emotions. A second later, you cringed at how much of a simp you are for him.

You turned off the lights to your room, sighing for what it felt like the 50th time that day and decided to call it a night.

Tomorrow's going to be the first day of your second year in High School.

and the first day you'll see Yuta after realizing that you fell for him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A week has passed. Thankfully, you managed to suppress your feelings down whenever you're around him. You thought it was going to be difficult, but Yuta being Yuta, he made you feel comfortable whenever he's around. He just has this calming aura around him. With that, you were able to talk normally with him. Albeit the little blushes that crept on your cheeks whenever he would get close to you.

But you noticed something different about him this year. He was... closer to you.

The usual hair ruffling that happened before a game was now a daily occurrence whenever you guys saw each other, even if it was just passing by each other in the hallway. The gesture itself had already made you a flustered mess, but the lingering eyes from the other students at you made it worse.

Walks back home now was a little different. Usually, he'd be walking by your side, leaving a gap between you as you listened to his complaints about the exam he took. Now, the gap was nonexistent. Most of the time he would brush his side with yours, giving little nudges and bumps as he teased you about your embarrassing story or he would casually put an arm around your shoulder, complaining about how tired practice was and that you should carry him home.

Lunch breaks with him was also a mess. Whenever you two finished eating, he would lean his whole body weight on you. He didn't even flinch at your complaints.

"Senpai you're heavy!"

"These are pure muscles baby!"

As annoying as he is, you still laugh as you tried to push him off.

"Are you sure you two aren't dating?" One of your friends said. You and Yuta stopped laughing and stared at her.

"No. She's like a sister to me, right?" Yuta nudged your side. As painful as it is for your heart, you nodded, "Yep!"

Ouch. There goes your theory about him possibly liking you back.

They say time will heal but it only made the aching in your heart worse. Ever since he became captain of the soccer team, girls have been confessing to him a lot. It was weird to you though, does the title of "Captain" have a say in his sudden popularity amongst the girls? He's always has been good looking, so why did he SUDDENLY become popular?

Alright, you admit you were jealous. You wanted everyone to know that he's off-limits, but he's not even yours to begin with. You're only a friend to him, you have no authority to meddle with his love life. You could only meddle when he asked for your opinion. That's it.

Damn, you hate this feeling.

But you didn't hate the butterflies that would come whenever you're with him, or the feeling of your heart almost combusting whenever he laughed or smiled. No, you don't hate that. What you hate is the feeling of not knowing if he likes you back or not. You needed certainty.

So, you decided to drop little hints that you like him. But even with all that, he'll brush it off as you teasing or playfully flirting with him. You swear if he wasn't an upperclassman you might just head butt his head for being so dense. To make it any worse, he even got you to taste your own medicine.

You guys were going to hang out with your group of friends, it was the weekends so they had all day. Now your friends may or may not purposefully come late so that the two of you would get some alone time.

Yuta was already there, tapping with his foot on the beat to the song he listened in his earphones. When he saw you coming over waving at him, he took one of his earphones off and greeted you.

"You look nice. Tryna outshine the sun or what?"

"I- huh?!"

Yeah, now the two of you would throw flirts at each other. Which was not a part of your plan AT ALL. You laid down on your bed, trying to think of ways to make him notice.

You wanted him to know that you like him, so if he didn't like you back he'll keep his distance with you, making it easy for you to move on. But no, he just had to make you have hopes again. You stared at your window as the moon was there, shining its light through your dimly lit room.

An Idea came to mind. You heard this from somewhere about a Japanese phrase about confessing your love to someone. You searched it up on the internet to confirm and your eyes lit up.

The good thing about this phrase is that you can say it to him when you two walk back home. He can either realize it as a confession or you were just giving your honest opinion about the moon.

I should look at the moon when I say it, so I don't sound suspicious.

And so your plan...B? or was it C? The point is, your plan started.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Sorry! Did ya wait long?" Yuta came running to you, stopping beside you as he bent down and held his knees, catching his breath.

You began your walk back home, Yuta complaining about his feet hurting like usual. When he was done telling stories about practice, you look up to the moon, thinking that it was right there. You took a deep breath, stealing a glance at Yuta before looking back up again.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

Yuta snapped his head at you, a little bit taken aback before following your gaze. He looked up and indeed saw the beautiful crescent moon.

"Hm, yeah it is."

At his answer, you let out a mental sigh. A part of you was relieved that he didn't realize what you meant pat a small part of you was disappointed. But you didn't give up there, you promised that from this moment on, you'll say it every time you walk home with him.

Most of the time, you were glad that the moon was there whenever you two walked together, and surprisingly, he didn't ask any question about your subtle confession at all. If anything, he always responds to it, either agreeing vocally or just with a nod.

There were days that the moon was covered by dark clouds or when it was raining. But you took this as a chance to tell him. It wasn't raining at all that night, but the sky was dark and there were no signs of the moon or the stars. You looked up to make sure, then you steal a glance at him. This time, you didn't look at the sky, you were looking at the path ahead of you.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

Yuta stared at you confused. He looked up, eyes scanning the sky.

"But, there's no moon?" He raised an eyebrow. At this point, you conclude that he doesn't know the meaning of the phrase. You let out a chuckle as you shrugged. Yuta gave you a suspicious look before focusing back on the path.

You continued to say those words over and over. Even when the moon wasn't there. But Yuta was already accustomed to you saying those words, that he'll just agree with you. You once even said it when you hung out with him, the sky was still hues of orange, purple and red. The sun was still there, slowly sinking. Yuta looked ethereal at that moment, how the light would softly kiss his skin and highlighted his features nicely. You turned to him and said those words again. Yuta only spared a glance at you before letting out a chuckle.

"yep, whatever you say."

Though, you're sad that days like these were going to end soon.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It's been 6 years since you last saw Yuta.

Your heart was crushed when he said about going to college abroad. But you couldn't do anything but to support him.

It's amazing that after all those years, you still have feelings for him. How could you not? He contacted you every day, telling you how it went in America and how he was shocked by the culture here. You were a bit confused. Isn't he in college? how is he able to look like he has all the time in the world? You were glad that he did keep in contact though.

But that was 5 years ago.

You didn't know why, but Yuta wouldn't contact you anymore, he wouldn't even read your texts. You were worried that something bad might happen to him or if just simply lost interest in you.

That last one will destroy you if it was true and now it's been a year and counting since your last contact with him. You weren't too worried since he would sometimes post about his life there on Instagram so at least you know that he's doing well.

You tried to brush off the negative thoughts as you focus on your work again.

Life's been great for you though. You had a job in Tokyo with a promising amount of salary, a nice apartment and you're close with your co-workers. They would accompany you to eat lunch together and would sometimes head out to eat and drink.

Today, you just finished your work. You bid goodbyes with the other co-workers before exiting the building. Just as you were about to take another step, your phone ringed. Reaching in your bag, your eyes widen at the name of the caller. You haven't seen that name pop up in such a long time. Your hands were a bit shaky, but you took a deep breath to calm yourself and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"(Y/n)-chan! It's been a long time! Sorry I haven't been contacting you. Are you on your way home?"

you blinked a few times, millions of questions appeared in your head.

"Y-yes, how-"

"Okay! Can you tell me where you are right now?"

"I'm still outside of my office, I just got out-"

"Okay, stay there! I'll be there in a few!"

"E-excuse me? What do you mean? senpai where are-"

beep.

You stared at your phone in disbelief as your heart began to race. Did you hear him correctly? what did he mean by "I'll be there in a few"? The last time you heard from him that he was still in America. He knew about where you work but he doesn't know what time you finish. There were so many questions you need to ask him. But right now, your eyes frantically scanned the crowd that passes you.

You heard your name being called from afar and you turned to your right, a bit startled as a man with a white dyed hair, white t-shirt, a denim jacket, and jeans, not to mention wearing a mask came running to you. You were about to ask who he was as he was panting, but remembering his familiar voice you stepped a bit closer to the man who was trying to catch his breath.

"Yuta-senpai?" You asked. The man lifted his head and fixed his posture, nodding his head. He took off his mask and smiled. The one smile that you missed so much.

"Yep! It's me!"

"H-how are you here? Weren't you in America?" Yuta's gaze softened at your question.

"I just came back 3 days ago."

"Why are you in Tokyo, though? Why didn't you tell me? Did you bleach your hair?"

"Wow, wow, slow down. I was thinking that we should go somewhere quiet, with no distractions at all, so we can catch up properly."

"Oh! I know a place."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Woah, it's surprising that no kids are here," Yuta said as he walked ahead of you, heading towards the two-person swing set near the slide.

"The kids in this neighborhood have strict parents, they're not allowed to go out around this time." You chuckled, walking towards the empty seat Yuta had patted.

After going to the convenience store to buy some snacks, you led Yuta towards a playground near your apartment. You'd always pass by this place. Maybe it was the childishness you had, but you were so eager to try and play in a swingset again. With work piling up and the heavy burden of being an adult, you don't have much free time. Even if you did, you would lay all day in bed, scrolling through social media. You've been wanting to go play in this playground for a while, but were a bit hesitant about what the other kids would think of you. You could play it at night, but being alone in a playground at night after work hours just doesn't sound so safe.

You sat down next to Yuta with a huff and opened a bottle of your drink. You took a sip and gulped down, you pursed your lips and turned to Yuta. He was still drinking his as he gave you a side glance. The soft city lights combined with the moonlight making your surroundings look like those in a fairy tale. Not to mention how the moonlight always makes his features glow even more.

"Please, explain everything." You frowned. Yuta gulped down his drink, letting out a satisfied hum at the delicious flavor as he took a deep breath.

He began explaining to you the things he did in America. He mentioned about the roommate you saw once in his IG story, Johnny. He told you funny, creepy, and embarrassing stories about his experience there. But he didn't tell you about this one embarrassing story.

It was just another day in his dorm. Johnny had just bought a manga online to help him with his Japanese. Yuta would sit beside him, teaching him how to read the words, how to pronounce it, and would even translate it. He was thankful that he and Johnny share the same interest in anime, it kind of makes him remember home. It helps him remember you.

Yuta is in love with you.

Always has been since high school.

He realized that he fell for you at the beginning of his third year in high school. He doesn't know why at first, why does he have the sudden urge to see you every day? to get so close to you? Then, he realized it at that one night. The two of you had just parted ways in the station. It was 5 steps after he parted away from you, he stopped.

He misses your presence already.

He turned around and saw you walking away, he fought the urge to run you as he shook his head, turning his focus back on the road. His hands in his pockets as his tongue pushing the inside of his cheeks as a sudden thought.

Fuck, I'm in love with her.

Like you, he didn't know if you shared the same feelings he had for you. When you flirted with him for the first time, he just thought it as a sign that you were now more comfortable with him. Oh, but how he regretted mentioning you about being his little sister and he's mind couldn't help but wander to when you ask him repeatedly about the moon.

Yuta did talk a lot about you to Johnny and the man could see it in his eyes that Yuta was whipped for you.

"Hey, back then, (Y/n) used to say to me these same words,"

Johnny, who was focusing on trying to read the Japanese words, looked up at his roommate.

"Every time I would walk her home, she'd say 'Tsuki ga kirei desu ne'. Do I need to translate the words for you?"

"No, I know what it means. 'The moon is beautiful, isn't it?' right?"

"Yeah. Usually, I'd agree because she said it whenever she saw the moon. But she occasionally started saying it even if you can't see the moon. She even said it to me once when it's still bright outside! I wonder what she means...?"

"...Dude... Are you serious?" Johnny raised an eyebrow,

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"You're Japanese! You should know what that saying means!"

"EH?!"

Yuta admits that he felt pathetic that Johnny, who just started learning Japanese recently, knew what that phrase means before he did. With Johnny's explanation, everything started to make sense.

"Argh! What do I do? I messed up big time!" Yuta ruffled his hair in frustration.

"Just confess to her, duh."

"What if she already likes someone else? what if she's already in a relationship with someone? What if she's already married?!" Johnny knocked Yuta's head with the comic book he held in his hand, hitting it a little hard.

"You literally talk to her on the phone yesterday!"

"Yeah, but what if-"

"Just talk to her goddammit!"

Yuta couldn't even look at your contact that night. His heart was mixed with all sorts of emotions. Happiness? Nervousness? Butterflies in his stomach? The feeling like he'll throw up at any moment? you name it. He's been trying to calm himself down and would even write on a piece of paper on how and what he'll say to you. Every time he wants to text you, call you, dm you, he'll chicken out and this continued for about a year.

He decided to come back to Japan, he asked your friends about you. Where you are now, where you work, what time you come back home, EVERY detail he could get. When he did come to Tokyo, he planned to find you immediately.

But he had a nervous breakdown for the past two days. He was still contemplating whether you actually like him or not. You didn't contact each other for a year. What if your feelings change and what if you think that he's a douche now?

He shook his head to get rid of the negative thoughts away. There was only one way to find out.

"Enough about me, how's your life?" Yuta asked, taking the last sip of his drink, his eyes glued to you.

"The usual. Not much changed since we last talked." You shrug, swaying the bottle back and forth with your fingers.

"Really? You're not... seeing anyone?" Yuta cleared his throat and you snapped your head at him

where is this conversation going? You thought.

"Nope,"

"Oh, that's good..." Yuta trailed off, you turned your head to him, raising an eyebrow.

"No! I mean- not good! W-well, I'm just relieved that- no wait- I mean, I-it's good if you're not in the mood, b-but, of course, it's bad if you're trying to find someone- w-well not that bad, but- ARGH! You know what I mean," The man beside you huffed like a child. You laughed at his loss of composure and looked down at your feet.

"What about you?" You asked, your heart beating loudly in your chest.

"Surely there are lots of pretty girls in America," you smirked, resting your cheek on one hand as you looked at him.

"Ah... There's a lot, but um, I have someone else I have in mind." He nervously drummed his fingers on his thigh. You lifted your head and pursed your lips, nodding.

How lucky must they be being Yuta's eye-candy, you thought as awkward silence surrounds you.

"By the way," You started, pushing away the aching in your heart as you tried to sway the swing. Noticing your intention, Yuta helps by pushing and pulling the pole on the sides of the swing set.

"Why didn't you tell me beforehand that you're going to come back here?"

"Oh, well, um-"

"Were you too busy hanging out with that Johnny guy? Is he your new best friend or something?" You frowned pout and crossed your arms. You try to look like a child who didn't get sweets to lighten up the mood a little. Deciding to play along with your childishness, Yuta let out a teasing side glance.

"Maaaaaaybe?"

You snapped your head at him, face filled with shock and disgust.

"W-well, You're not the only one! I also have a new best friend,"

"Mhm, who?" he asked you amused.

"One of your old teammates works in the same department as me, we hang out a lot and-"

You were not ready for what was about to happen next.

You were cut off mid-sentence when Yuta suddenly embraced you in a hug. Your head on his shoulder and his hand on the back of your head.

"Senpai?!"

There was a silence before Yuta spoke once again, his heart beating as loud as yours.

"Sorry, I couldn't help but get a little jealous when you talk about other men," Yuta said in a low whisper.

If you could scream without hurting his ears or disturbing the neighbors, you would. Your face flushed red and your hands awkwardly placed on the space beside you and Yuta to try your best to not lean in on him too much.

"J-Jealous? Yuta-senpai what do you-"

"Hey," The man pulled away from the hug. His hand placed on your shoulder, eyes staring right into yours.

Your mouth was closed shut, breathing a bit unsteady as you try to answer.

"Y-yes?"

Now or never, Nakamoto Yuta, Now or never. He pumped himself up,

"The moon's beautiful, isn't it?" He asked, his hands traveled down from your shoulder to your hands.

Your eyes went wide, lips apart as you try to find words. Your chest felt like it could explode at any moment because of your increasing heartbeat. You try to collect your thoughts to not jump into conclusions. So you gather the information around you.

The sky was clear, the stars were accompanying the moon as usual. You did see the moon, it was beautiful like Yuta had said. So he would probably mean it that way, right?

But when he said it... he wasn't looking at the moon. He was looking at you. His eyes filled with admiration and love. It was intense and yet gentle at the same time.

You let out a sigh as you surrender to your heart. Throwing away all those over-thinking thoughts. You grasped his hands and intertwined your fingers with his, your eyes watching as he lovingly squeezed your hand back.

"It is," You let out a chuckle, the blush visible on your cheeks but you didn't care.

You both laughed at how silly your love confessions to each other were. Yuta stopped his laughing and called out your name in a whisper, placing a hand on your cheek. You leaned into his warm touch, both of your gaze not leaving each others'. He slowly leaned in, his breath now tickling the top of your lips, both of your eyelids instinctively close.

"Mama, are they about to kiss?"

The sudden yell of a child made you both pulled away in a flash as you looked towards the entrance of the playground. The mother frantically waved her hands at her child, saying that it's impolite to stare. She bowed her head, apologizing to the two of you. She yelled out a teasing 'Carry on' before pulling her child's hand towards the other way. You and Yuta watched as they slowly disappear from your sight, you let out a sigh.

"That was embarra-"

Yuta harshly pulled your chin and placed a kiss to your lips. You didn't finish registering what had happened as he pulled away just a few inches away from your lips before placing a gentle peck to your lips. Now he was done.

"Ain't gonna let some kid ruin the moment," He covered his lips with the back of his hand, trying to cover his flustered face.

"COULD YA AT LEAST WARN ME NEXT TIME?!" You hit his arm hard, Yuta let out an 'Ack!' as he backed away from you, making the swing set shake a little.

"I couldn't hold back- wait, 'next time'?" Yuta smiled, his eyes sparkling. You realized what you just said and hit him again.

"That's not the point, senpai!"

"Ow! Okay! I'm sorry! I'll warn you next time," he said, catching your wrist when you were about to hit him again, laughing at your flustered face.

"And please, high school was YEARS ago. Call me Yuta would ya?"

You let out a huff, pulling your hand away from him.

"Fine,"

"Although, I'd prefer you calling me 'honey', 'baby',"

You were about to hit him again before he raised his hand in defense.

"Okay! Okay! 'Yuta' it is!" Yuta let out a sigh, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

"Baby steps I guess," he smiled at you. You shake your head at his teasing demeanor, gently pinching his cheeks.

"Yeah, whatever."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Please, stop laughing" Yuta deadpanned,

"AHAHAHA- I'm sorry! You- HAHAHA Your non Japanese friend had to- HAHAHAHA- e-explain what the saying means? AHAHAHA,"

"Hai~ I'm leaving you alone in this park now," Yuta stood up, walking towards the exit in fast steps.

"No wait! AHAHA- c-come back! Y-Yuta! AHAHA Wait up!" You ran towards him, trying to catch up.

His back was turned to you, his posture - with his hands folded and how stiff his back looked - clearly showing that he was upset by your teasing. But you fail to notice the giddy smile resting on his lips.

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omg i adored your akaashi timestamp! can you write fluff timestamp 16;03 with boyfriend!akaashi? thank you!

Here ya are! I’m starting college tomorrow, so it might take a while to answer your requests HUHUHU.

[16:03]

About : Akaashi x reader Note : Fluffy, sorry if I have any mistakes in this!

Akaashi looked at his watch as he stopped on your front door, the needle showing 16:03. He’s 3 minutes late. He pressed the doorbell and a few seconds later he hears your voice. A small smile was on his lips when he hears footsteps. The door clicked open and his face brightens when he saw you.

“Sorry, I’m late,” He breathed out, still mesmerized by your appearance. You were wearing the oversized hoodie he bought you. You wouldn’t shut up about how comfortable his hoodie was, so he bought you the same size and brand as his just for you.

It doesn’t have the same feel to it, but you appreciate his efforts. You may have melted when he gave it to you.

“You’re only 3 minutes late, Keiji.” You chuckled, moving away from the entrance to let him in.

Keiji… he likes the sound of his name rolling off your tongue like that.

Akaashi thanked you and excused himself inside your house. He took off his shoes as you closed the door. He took a moment to examine your house. He’s been to your house a few times – He likes to walk you back home! – but he’s never seen what the inside looked like. So this is his first time.

It’s also his first time coming to your home as your boyfriend.

You guys had just made it official a week ago. After 3 months of shy smiles and compliments, Akaashi finally asked you out. Your friends were happy for you two and the constant teasing from Akaashi’s volleyball team, whenever you come to see him at his practice, proves that they were supportive about the relationship.

“Are your parents home?” Akaashi walked over to the counter where you were.

“No, they’re not back until tomorrow.” You said as you poured ice tea to glass for him.

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to come?” He asked whilst fiddling with his fingers, a habit of his you’ve grown to love.

“It’s fine. They already trusted you,” you smiled, “And you promised to help me with chemistry!” You smiled, reaching inside the microwave to get a two pieces of onigiri for your boyfriend. Akaashi sighed, a smile on his lips as he nodded his head.

He watched you put the onigiris on a plate before putting the drink and the onigiri on the tray. You lifted the tray in your hands and Akaashi was already in front of you.

“Let me help you,” Akaashi offered, reaching his hands to take the tray from you.

“No. You’re the guest.” You shook your head and walked past him. Akaashi blinked a few times before following you towards your room.

“Wait a moment,” You said. With your hands full, you reached to open the sliding door with your feet. Seeing your struggle, Akaashi opened the sliding door with ease and gave you a knowing look. Letting out a nervous chuckle, you head in and put the tray on the short table, books and notes already spread towards one corner of the table. You sat down and Akaashi followed suit, rummaging his backpack to get his notes.

“You should eat up first, practice must’ve been hard.”

Akaashi took the plate of onigiri from the tray and let out a sigh.

“We only have meetings on Fridays. But it did make me hungry.” He bit down onto the onigiri as he looked through his notes.

You watched him munch on his onigiri with a smile. The way his cheeks puffed and how his eyes scanned his book, he was also still wearing his volleyball jacket, arms completely covered and only his hands were visible. He looked so soft. You were still admiring him, you absentmindedly agree to his question.

He held the zipper to his jacket and pulled it down. He shrugged his jacket off and revealed his blue t-shirt under it. You were caught off guard by his actions and your mind couldn’t help but wonder how ethereal he looked right now. Unbeknownst to you, there was a visible pink blush on your cheeks. Akaashi turned his head to your bashful face and a grin decorated his features.

“I hope you’re not thinking anything weird, (Y/n).”

You flinched at his voice and shook your head vigorously.

“I-I’m not thinking anything! Y-You caught me off guard!” You waved your hands frantically.

“How come? I asked you if I could take off my jacket and you said yes.”

You paused and stared at your boyfriend, cheeks red.

“Let’s start this study session, shall we?” You cleared your throat as you picked up your chemistry book.

After an hour of studying, your forehead was on the table. Akaashi’s explanation about chemical equilibrium felt like someone putting an anvil to your head.

“I’m gonna fail that test on Monday,” You said, head still on the table.

“No, you’re not,”

“But it’s so hard! Can I just eat the paper and be smart?” You sighed, turning your head as you laid on your cheek.

Akaashi pursed his lips as he noticed your clenched fists. He reached your hand, gently open your fingers, and finally slid his fingers to intertwine it with yours. Looking up, you saw your boyfriend giving you the gentlest smile you’ve ever seen on him.

“Let’s try this one more time and if you’re frustrated, just squeeze my hand.”

You blinked your eyes a few times. Your heart felt like popping out of your chest when he gave your hand a squeeze.

“O-okay.”

Akaashi began explaining the subject once more, his hand still intertwined with yours. You squeeze his hands from time to time – you’d even wave your intertwined hands up in the air out of frustration – whenever he explained about the formulas that you needed to remember and he’ll help you calm down by caressing his thumb on your backhand softly, telling you to re-read the sentences again.

Slowly, Akaashi could see the improvement. You’d easily answer the problems given and his question, your hands still bound together but you squeezed less and less, and you finally had a smile after frowning for the past two hours.

“Ah! I finally get it!” You cheered, throwing your hands up in the air. Akaashi puts on a smile at your cheerful face.

“Good job,” He said. You turned to him and nodded your head as you put on a smile, “Thank you, Keiji!” Akaashi nodded. You looked towards his empty glass and offered to get him another drink.

Akaashi took the offer since he’s been talking to you a lot and his mouth was a little dry. You picked up the glass and stood up, letting his hand go. Your boyfriend watched you walk out of the room, staring blankly at the door. He looked down to his hand, closing and opening it.

Huh… His hand felt empty.

His hand was a bit warm and a little damp from an hour of hand-holding but he doesn’t mind. Holding your hand felt nice to him and he wanted to do it again. A few seconds later, you came back with his drink, placing it in front of him.

“I owe you for helping me, Keiji.” You chuckled as you sat down beside him.

“You don’t have to. You owe me if you ace the chemistry exam.”

“Then, what can I do to repay you for this one?” You asked, taking a sip of your own drink.

An Idea pops up in his head.

“You’re good at English. You can help me with this essay I have to do,” Akaashi said, taking out his English notebook.

“Oh, sure-“

“But you have to hold my hand as I write it.”

You blink your eyes.

“It’s only fair, right?” Akaashi said, his usually stoic face reappearing.

“I-I- Yeah! Sure,”

Akaashi opened his notebook and placed his hand, palm side up, in front of you. You chuckled and intertwined your hand with his.

“But you owe me if you get an A on your essay, okay?”

“Of course.”

Let’s just say you two might have to go on a date next Friday.

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!!! New Jump Festa Merch !!!

[salmonmakiii]

Would you please do a time stamp 20:45 with boyfriend Semi Eita some mild angst?

Here ya go~ Again, sorry this took long, sweetie (⋟﹏⋞).

[20:45]

About : Semi x reader Note : Mild angst. Why do I feel like my stories gets longer with each request? Sorry if there’s any mistakes!

You and Semi have been happily dating for a year now. Since you were first years, people have noticed the weird tension between you, and that tension was cleared once he confessed to you in your second year. At the start of your dating, he was amazing. He was kind, caring, and would “drop-kick anyone that’ll hurt you” as he said.

Dating him, you know about his club activities. You’d come to visit him once in a while and would see the coach yelling at them. You felt kind of bad for him because the pressure you felt was intense and you weren’t even inside the gym. You’ll push away those scary feelings for your boyfriend because whenever you visit him, he’ll smile.

When you became third years things started to become weird. You were never the type that constantly needs attention nor were you the possessive type. However, with how your boyfriend’s been acting lately, you couldn’t help it.

You love it when Semi talks about his passion for his volleyball team; how his eyes would brighten every time he told you about his improved serves. But now, it seemed that that’s all he talks about with you. He doesn’t even ask you how you were doing or anything about you at all. You first let this one slide because you know about how serious his volleyball games get especially when he’s a third year now. But that wasn’t the only thing that annoyed you.

Shiratorizawa’s volleyball team is a “powerhouse” according to other schools. Due to their reputation, the members are popular amongst students, especially the third years.

Semi was talented and pretty looking by himself and being in the school’s strict club just boosted his popularity. Some juniors would be greeting him whenever he passes by the hallways and they would squeal whenever he waved and greeted them back.

You were okay with this since he overall has a nice and friendly personality.

Valentine’s day was a bit annoying. Last year, you’d given him chocolates and you remember how flustered he was and how he gave you a peck on the cheek as thanks. This year, however, you saw a group of people surrounding him when you were about to walk into his class. They were complimenting him and wishing him luck for his next game and practice. There were chocolate-flavored drinks on his and chocolate snacks on his desk. Someone even gave him a bouquet.

“These are all for me? Aw, you shouldn’t have, ya know? It must be hard making all of these.” Semi scratched his neck nervously, a slight blush on his cheeks.

You stared at him, your hands gripping the box of chocolates in your hands nervously. Your handmade one felt inferior compared to other gifts. You gave yours after school, and the response you got from here wasn’t so satisfying.

“Oh, thanks for the chocolate!” He said as he put yours into a bag filled with his other gifts.

I mean… at least he said thanks…?

You thought it was only for Valentine's day, but he’s been getting gifts almost every week. Often, he’ll get snacks, you were okay with that, you were. What hurts you the most is that half of the school knows you two are dating but they still dared to send him love letters. You weren’t that popular in school but you weren’t exactly invisible either.

What’s worse about all this was that Semi didn’t even say anything. He just goes with it.

You had enough of this, you need him to know how you feel. Does he still look at you as his significant other or as a friend? You had heard from Tendou about their schedules and you were now waiting outside. They have a training camp next week and you couldn’t wait any longer.

It was Friday night and you were walking towards your dorm building after buying some snacks from the nearby convenience store, a small yawn escaped your lips. You opened your phone to check on the time.

20:45… Gotta get back fast.

You heard a few voices from your right and noticed that it was Semi and a few other guys from his volleyball team; Tendou, Ushijima, and Ohira. You bit your lip nervously, your mind debating with your gut.

Should I talk to him or not? I don’t want to interrupt them-

“Oh! Isn’t that (Y/n)-chan?” Tendou suddenly pointed to you and all heads were on you. You flinched and awkwardly wave to them.

“What are you doing this late at night, (Y/n)-chan?” Tendou hopped and skipped over to you, offering you a cute smile.

“I just went to the convenient store to get some snacks,” You said as you raised your bag of goods, “What were you guys doing?” You asked looking past Tendou to look at Ushijima, Ohira, and your boyfriend walking towards you.

“We just finished practice,” Ushijima spoke.

“Seriously? At this late at night?” You blinked your eyes in disbelief. Ohira let out a laugh and nodded his head.

“You guys are weird,” You joked. You glanced at Semi for a quick second before looking back at the three of them.

“Anyways, Good work today. I should get back to the dorm.” You excused yourself, Ohira then stopped you and pointed at Semi.

“You shouldn’t be walking alone this late at night. Why don’t you ask your boyfriend to accompany you back?” He suggested. Semi looked at Ohira and then at you, confused.

“It’s been a while since you talked right?” Ohira slapped Semi’s back as your boyfriend walked towards your side.

His friends noticed but he doesn’t?

“Be careful though, I heard rumors about ghosts around school lately~” Tendou chimed.

“Ghosts aren’t real, Tendou,” Ushijima added.

“I was just teasing, Wakatoshi-kun,”

Parting ways with them, you and Semi walked side by side. He seemed to be humming a song, enjoying the cold breeze while you were trying so hard to say the words you wanted to say to him.

“So, why are you practicing until this late?”

Dammit! That’s not what I meant!

“Oh, you know, with the training camp and all,” He shrugged. You pursed your lips, letting out a hum as you nod your head.

You guys didn’t exchange any more words until you’ve reached the front door of your dorm.

“Thanks for accompanying me here, Ei-“ You paused, his name somehow stuck in your throat in a painful lump, “Eita.”

For a split second, you could see a frown from him. Then it was replaced by a weak smile.

“Yeah.”

Semi turned around, hands in his pocket. Time seemed to slow down as you bit your lips nervously. Should you do it now? He just got back from practice, you didn’t want to tire him out. But if you don’t you’re only hurting yourself more.

“W-wait! Eita!” You called, your heartbeat fastens and your feet rooted to the grown when his eyes met yours.

“What is it?” his voice rang in the empty night as you looked towards your feet.

You took a moment to calm yourself down, carefully choosing the words inside your head.

“You’ve been… sort of distant lately,” You started and Semi’s expression tensed.

“And I get it that you’re like this because of your practice and all, but-“ You braced yourself for the words that were about to come out, trying your best to not sound shaky.

“W-why do I feel like I’m the only one who cares in this relationship?”

Semi’s mouth was agape and words were stuck in his throat as his mind tries to come up words. That’s not true, what you said. He cares about you too. But looking back these past few months, he noticed that he was slowly getting distant from you. He didn’t know if he intended to do it or not.

“I- That’s not-“ Semi stopped his words. He let out a sigh and ruffled his hair in frustration.

“Look, It’s um…”

As Semi was finding words, you stared at him in disbelief. He was… doubting. If he loved you, he’ll say that it’s not true in a heartbeat. Your body began to tremor and a painful lump rose in your throat. Your stomach was feeling uneasy and you felt like you might cry there.

“Let's talk about this later. After my training camp, okay?” He asked, arms on his neck as he looked at you nervously.

You ducked your head down, a small nod from you was the only thing he received.

“Good night.”

Semi turned his back on you, the tears brimming in your eyes were hidden from him as he walked further away from you.

[salmonmakiii]

Haikyuu requests are closed!

Hello!! I’m sad to announce that my haikyuu requests are currently closed :(

I still have lots of requests I need to do, and I want to focus on those first. But worry not !! Once I finished all the current requests, I’ll reopen them again °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

Please look forward to it~

Thank you all so much for those who have requested (*´・ｖ・) I’ll be sure to work on it as fast as I can!

Makii out!

[salmonmakiii]

hii! i'd like to request a timestamp if it's okay with you? Could you people write about 3am boyfriend tsukishima, angst to fluff? thank you so much and have an amazing day!! 💕🤗

Heya! Sorry this took long, writer’s block sucks :( I hope this came out nice!

[03:00]

About : Tsukishima x reader Note : Angst, Fluff. Forgive me if I have mistakes!

It was an accident. You and Tsukishima knew that.

But all the pent up stress and those lack of sleep he’s had, being rational was the last thing on his mind right now.

You met Tsukishima 2 years ago when you had just moved to your apartment. He was the next-door neighbor and you would greet him every morning. A few weeks passed and you guys suddenly became friends because you share the same interest; stargazing. The apartment rooftop was perfect for that. You accidentally met up at around 3 am, awkwardly talk with each other, and would go back about an hour later.

You were interested in him and was happy that you finally got the chance to talk. Although you admit, he was a bit cold and snarky with his comments but other than that he was fun to talk to. The next day you met up again, then the next day, then the next, and then the next. This became a regular thing for both of you. Of course, that was before the busy schedule you both had. Now, you’d probably meet up twice or three times a week.

And with that frequent emotional talks, you both grew closer, and eventually, Tsukishima confessed to you one night. So here you were, two years of being together. There were playful insults thrown at each other, but never actual fights. Your favorite was when he would diss you non-stop when you’re not taking care of yourself.

“Can you just eat? I don’t want to drag your ass to the hospital.”

You would often visit him every morning before his class starts and these were one of those mornings. You visit him in his apartment and there you saw his boyfriend, holding his head with his left hand as he held a paper in the other. A thick stack of papers was right in front of him. You’re guessing it was the assignment he’d been working hard on since last week – because he didn’t totally complain to you at all about it for the past week.

“Didn’t you say you have morning classes today?” Tsukishima asked, his eyes not leaving the paper.

“No. The professor called in sick today, so I’m free.” You teased as you sat in front of him. He scoffed and mumbled something about how lucky you are.

“Do you mind if I go get a drink?” You asked, already on your way to the dispenser.

“Sure,”

You gave him a mini thanks and searched for the glass in the cabinets. Once you got it, you filled it with water in the dispenser.

“When is that due?” You asked the glass was now filled. You walked over to him again as he hummed.

“Tomorrow.”

“Ah, okay.”

You sat in front of your boyfriend once again, watching how his eyebrows were furrowed and how he had eye bags under his eyes. You took a sip of your drink and frowned at your dead-looking boyfriend. You wanted to help him, you do, but you don’t know how. You looked at his knitted eyebrows and an idea popped up in your head.

“Kei,” You called. He only answered with a hum. Pouting, you called him once again,

“Kei, Look at me,” Finally lifting his head, you put on a silly face that he always despises, but secretly found funny.

“What are you doing?” he asked, shaking his head as he tried to stifle a laugh. Seeing that it wasn’t good enough, you leaned in closer.

“I don’t know. I just feel like there’s something wrong with my face, is there?” You asked, still making the face. Tsukishima finally laughed and you were happy to see your boyfriend smiling.

You cheered, but while doing so, your hand suddenly knocks the glass of water in front of you, spilling the liquid all over the table. The stacks of paper in the middle soaking up all the water. The room was now dead silent, both of you staring at the stacks of paper and spilled water with wide eyes.

Your look at Tsukishima and the paper, your eyes shaking at the horrifying expression the boy across you had.

“K-Kei-“

“What did you do?” He asked, his voice low.

“I- I accidentally-“

“Did you know how long it took me to print out all these?!” You flinched at his shout and your feet felt like it grew roots. You stared at him, trying to form words to apologize, to calm him down, to reason with him, anything. But all you could do was stare, mouth agape.

Tsukishima walked past you, going to the kitchen to get a towel. He walked right back towards the table and wiped the spilled water.

“Let me help-“

“No. Just-“ He sighed, scrunching the soaked paper in his hands.

“Just get out.” Tsukishima continued to wipe the table, his back now facing you.

His words felt like knives in your chest. There wasn’t a hint of his everyday cynical attitude in his tone at all and you were scared. Afraid of upsetting him more, you bowed a full 90 degrees, mumbling a shaky apologize as you took careful steps out of his apartment.

If anyone were there to see you walk by, they’ll think you just exited from a murder scene.

Back in your apartment, you sat on your couch, still trying to process all of it. You spilled water into his work he’s been doing for a week and he just kicked you out of his apartment without sparing you a glance. You were screwed.

You jump a little when you hear a door slam, you stared at your door.

Kei must be on his way to campus…

After an hour of staring at the ceiling, you mustered the courage to text an apology to him. Shaky hands and eyes a bit watery when you pressed send. Sighing loudly, you lay there on your couch, trying to calm yourself down and think of a way you could make it up to him.

“Can I send it to your email just in case? You know how my laptop is.”

You jolted from your position, eyes wide. The memory of Tsukishima’s voice replayed in your head as you frantically open your laptop. You opened your email and your heart races with excitement as you quickly downloaded the file as you ran to your bedroom to get your USB. Running back to the living room, you hastily plugged in the USB and surprisingly got it in the first time. Copying the file to the USB, you grabbed your jacket, tote bag, wallet, and ejected the USB as you dashed out of your apartment for a copy shop.

≻───── ⋆✩⋆ ─────≺

You leaned on the railings on the rooftop as you sighed. The wind softly blowing against your features as you looked down at the almost empty streets below you. Most of the lights in the surrounding buildings were off and the sky wasn’t that dark anymore. The moon was slightly on the west side, still illuminating the night sky. The stars above you twinkling as you’re enveloped in silence. It’s the perfect night.

After you had printed out all the papers, you put it in two clear folders, re-check the order, and finally set it nicely inside Tsukishima’s mailbox. You text him to give him a heads up, but you’re still worried if he even read your texts. You took out your phone from your pocket, the screen telling displaying “03:00”. You opened your lock, the wallpaper – a picture of you and an annoyed, blushing, Tsukishima – made you miss him even more.

You open your message with Tsukishima, he still didn’t read your message.

What if he didn’t see my message? What if he already printed out a new batch of it? What if- huh?

You eyed your message.

Tsukishima had just read it.

Just as you were still confused about what to do with this information, you hear someone clears their throat behind you. You flinched and turned around. Your eyes meeting those familiar golden ones. Tsukishima was staring at you, his face stoic and cold as ever. He was wearing his grey hoodie with a roaring dinosaur in the middle, his hair was a little messy but it looked cute on him.

“K-Kei! I almost had a heart attack!” You held your phone to your chest in hopes to calm your beating heart.

“You’re being dramatic.” He said, walking up to the railing and leaned against it.

“So, I heard you spilled water on someone’s project-“

“Kei-“

“That they worked HARD for,”

You winced, hearing him emphasize. You stared at your boyfriend and he was staring right back at you with his smug face. You looked down and fiddled with your fingers.

Tsukishima felt like he was scolding a puppy. He felt the tiniest guilt, but he didn’t want to let you go that easily.

“I’m guessing that’s why you’re here right now, even though you have an 8 am class tomorrow.” He teasingly scoffed. Usually, his teasing would make you feel less tense but it didn’t seem to be working right now. He sighed loudly and ran a hand through his hair.

“Thanks,” His voice was above a whisper.

“Huh?” You snapped your head up in shock. What was he thanking you for?

“I got the package you sent me,” He gave you a side glance.

“But you just read my message?”

“I saw you putting it in my mailbox.”

“Oh,”

There was silence once again. Tsukishima stepped closer and abruptly snaked his hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. You looked up at him and you can see the small blush on his cheeks, his eyes were looking at anything but you.

“Sorry about getting mad at you,” He said in a rather gibberish mumbling, but you were glad you could make up what he was saying.

“Why are you sorry? I’m the one who spilled that water.” You said, reaching up your hand to pinch his cheek.

“Besides, stop acting like that, it’s weird.” You pulled his cheeks, riling him up.

“Will you stop that?” He batted your hand away and you laughed at his bashful sight.

“Let’s just go back, it’s freezing up here and I don’t want to take care of you when you catch a cold.” He groaned, his hand still around you as he walked back towards the entrance.

“What makes you think I need you?” You pinched his sides.

“I don’t know. I’m afraid you might flood the whole apartment if I don’t,”

“I told you it was an accident you salty excuse of a human being!”

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll squish you,”

“If you mean squish as in cuddling, then I won’t shut up!”

Tsukishima suddenly leaned in and placed a kiss to your lips. His actions catching you off guard. He plastered on a smirk, seeing that his plan had worked.

“If I talk some more, will you kiss me again to shut me up?” You asked,

“No. I’ll throw you off this rooftop.”

“You wouldn’t-“ Tsukishima gave you a daring glare, his grip on your arm tightens. You shut your mouth immediately and looked forward.

“Okay! Shutting my mouth now.”

You both ended up cuddling in his apartment that night.

[salmonmakiii]

Ahhh finally someone who writes for yaku he’s so underrated 🥺

Just tryna do my man some justice (⑅˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ )

[salmonmakiii]

you 🤝 me: Yaku whores

You🤝Me : Not getting enough Yaku content

But fr as a yaku stan, I need more official art of him😔

[salmonmakiii]

Could I request a timestamp! 20:53 of husband Yaku with fluff and maybe a lil’ suggestive?

How can I turn down a request when it’s my MAN? ♡✧( ु•⌄• ) Here ya go sweetie!

[20:53]

About : Yaku x reader Note : Fluff, suggestive at the end though! Forgive me if I have any errors in this one!

You pressed your thumb to the little square scanner on top of the door handle, you waited for a second and when it let out a beep you pushed the thick wooden door opened. Yaku didn’t fail to notice the little excited squeak you let out.

“We’re finally home!” You cheered, throwing your hands up as you turned to the corner of the hall. Yaku hummed as he closed the door behind him. Once the door clicked, the man pulled both of your suitcases and set it aside. He then went to your side and snaked his hand around your waist.

“Did you hate our trip that much?” He chuckled, placing a kiss on the side of your head as he reached the light switch with his other hand. You turned to him and shook your head.

“What? Of course not! I love it,” Yaku’s features soften at your cheerful face, “I just miss home. We’ve been there for months!”

“Two in a half weeks are not months,” Yaku watched you giggle and free yourself from his hand.

Around three weeks ago, Yaku informed you about the upcoming game in Russia. It was normal for him to go overseas for weeks and you were okay with that, you were prepared. However this time, your husband had asked you to come with him.

You hadn’t forgotten how his eyes glowed with pure happiness when you accepted. Both of you were busy with your works and these past few months had been hard for the two of you to spend time. Yaku would always leave early and come back home late at night, tired from his practices. You would already be asleep by the time Yaku was home, exhausted from all the meetings and projects you did.

The hard part was to find someone in the office who can take care of your position while you were away. Surprisingly, one of your closest co-workers insisted on helping you and you were more than thankful.

“It’s no problem at all! I’m tired of you having to whine all the time about not spending enough time with your husband every time we have breaks together,”

You thank the world for people like them.

You took off your shoes and socks, stepping on the rather cold tile of the floor.

“Eh? It’s a bit dusty here,” You purposefully dragged your feet on the floor. You lifted your right foot to see the soles of it getting a thin coat of dust. Yaku walked from behind you, peeking from your shoulder.

“How come? I bought that little cleaning robot for every room,” He said, walking towards the corner of the living room.

“Maybe it ran out of battery?” You suggested,

“It shouldn’t. Even if it did, it should automatically go to the charging station.”

Yaku crouched down and picked up the circular object. He checked the circular object, raising an eyebrow when he saw the little red light, a signal that the battery ran out. He inspected the charging and flinched when he saw the power button wasn’t on.

“The charging station isn’t on!” He facepalmed and massaged his temples. Registering what he just said, you let out a loud laugh at your clumsy husband.

“How could you forget to turn on the charging station?” You wheezed receiving a groan from him.

Is that why he didn’t get any notifications on his phone from the robot?

You went to his crouched down figure, patting his head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just clean it up a little,” You said, rolling up your sleeves. Yaku turned to you and raised an eyebrow as he stood up.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Not at all,” You shake your head. Yaku sighed and gave you a small smile he then walked back to the suitcases.

“Then I’ll help you.” Yaku took off his coat, his back facing you as he did. Placing it on his coat on his suitcase handle, he turned to you. He loosened his tie, placing it on top of his coat. He proceeded to open the first button of his shirt and his sleeve, rolling it up when his wrists were both free. You bit your lip, the action never fails to make you feel some type of way. At this point, you don’t know if he was doing this on purpose or not.

Shaking the naughty thoughts out of your head, you cleared your throat.

“Aren’t you tired, Mori?”

“Nope. It’s only – “ He paused, bringing up his left wrist to look at the time, “ – 20:53 anyway,” He waved his hand at you, brushing off your question.

“Now, less talking, more cleaning!”

You and Yaku shared tasks. At first, you were supposed to clean the living room and kitchen but Yaku told you to unload your clothes and wash them. You plastered a grin and teased him about not being able to use the washing machine properly. He never did understand those things but he didn’t want to admit it.

You brought the suitcases upstairs and turned down Yaku’s offer to help you, saying that you’re strong and independent. Your husband shook his head and played along. You walked towards your room and unlocked the door. You were a bit surprised when you saw the robot in the room was wandering around.

I guess he didn’t forget to turn this one on.

You checked the other rooms upstairs and indeed the robots were roaming around. You ran to the edge of the stairs and yelled about the new information you had. Yaku sighed in relief, looks like you guys would only be cleaning the living room then.

Running back to your room, you began unloading your suitcases. You hummed a little song that’s been stuck in your head for a while as you placed your items back to their places. You then went to the washroom and began putting the dirty clothes in as well as the new clothes you and Yaku bought. You were lucky that there weren’t many clothes needed to be washed, since the laundry service was great at Yaku’s apartment in Russia. While washing, you look back at the events that happened there.

There were lots of fun memories with your husband. You met his teammates and his friends there, you watched his practice and would go visit his favorite spots right after. But of course, the most exciting was when his official match started. His performance was amazing; how fast and how accurate he dug the ball never fail to amaze you. But there’s always this one routine you caught him doing whenever he’s about to enter the court.

Yaku might love volleyball but he values everything when it comes to you, even the little things. So you could imagine how much he values your wedding rings, the very item that proves your love and strong bonds for each other. He never wanted to take off the ring, except when it’s necessary or emergency.

Volleyball includes a lot of movements, especially in the arms and hands. Even if his position is a Libero – a position that doesn’t include his hands so much – he was still worried that he might ruin the wedding ring. So he bought a chain necklace and every time he’s going to play in a game, he’d slid the ring to the necklace and wore it throughout the game. He thinks of it as his lucky charm.

Now back to the routine.

You sat on the front row, even though you were high-key scared of being smacked by a ball coming at you at 100 mph, you wanted to see your husband better. He was standing at the sides, waiting to be switched again by a player. Every once in a while he would turn to you or even steal glances. The rotation of his team changed and it was time for him to get back in the court. You watched him high five his teammate and just as his feet were one step away from the court, he reached into his jersey and pulled out the wedding ring, giving it a kiss and once he was in, he tucked it back safely inside.

Your heart exploded in pure happiness every time he does that. But you would never tell him that.

After finishing your cleaning duty – and washing up – you went downstairs to see if your husband needed any help. On the way there you overheard your husband singing a very familiar song. (psst, press the link!)

Once you were in the living room, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

He was sweeping the floor with a broom, his earphones in both ears, and his hips swaying as he sang aloud. You plastered a smile, stifling your laughter as you walked slowly towards him from behind.

“Boo!” You slapped both of your hands on his shoulder and he visibly jumped like a cat, the broom dropping on the floor. He turned around and frowned.

“(Y/n)! I thought I told you to stop scaring me like that!” He yelled, his expression made you howl in laughter.

“You were singing so loudly and your voice sucks, Mori! I had to stop you from getting us in trouble for noise complaints from the neighbors.” You joked,

“My voice isn’t that bad!” He pinched your cheeks, pulling it a little to teach you a lesson

You ordered him to go and wash up as you continued his cleaning work and about twenty minutes later, the two of you laid down on the bed, your limbs tangled as you talk about nothing in particular.

“But it was nice wasn’t it?” He asked, his fingers tangled in your hair.

“What was?”

“The trip. We’re able to spend some much needed time with each other,” You hummed in agreement, a moment of silence engulfing you.

“Are you tired?” he suddenly asked. You looked up at him and shook your head.

“Weirdly enough, no.”

“Good,”

Yaku abruptly sat up and pulled you into his lap. Before you could process what was happening, his lips were already pressing tender kisses to your collarbones and the crook of your neck. You let out a small moan and he pulled away.

“I can help you with that,” he whispered before exploring your neck with his lips, possibly leaving marks.

You didn’t want to give in that easily.

“Are you sure?” You asked, massaging the back of his head with your hands. He pulled away once again and stared at you, his eyes had a mischievous glint in them.

“Believe me, by the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be exhausted.” He smirked. His hands pulled you close as he whispers in your ear.

“Maybe even get noise complaints from the neighbors,”

Seeing that you were speechless, your husband chuckled.

“What do you say?”

[salmonmakiii]

Ya’ll I really appreciate the requests you sent me AAAA I’m so excited!!!!

For those who requested,,, please be patient with me T_T

When I write a story, my perfectionist ass always sometimes gets out of hand and I usually end up with re-writing the whole plot or just sitting there, not writing anything, because I can’t find the perfect plot AAJSDKBSDKJSD.

But I WILL answer your requests though! So please look forward to it!!

[salmonmakiii]

may I request a fluffy time stamp of 8:00 for boyfriend!daichi please?

You may! I may have gone a bit extra with the word count (〃∀〃)ゞ

[08:00]

About : Daichi x reader Note : Pure Fluff! I apologize if there’s any mistakes!

Jeez, it's windy!

You shivered at the gushing wind. If you knew it was going to be this cold, you should've worn more layers. You looked down at your two hands, silently praying for the food you brought for the volleyball team would stay warm especially your boyfriend's. After all, you felt bad for teasing him last night.

It was like any other Saturday night where you and Daichi would call each other. Most of the time, your calls would include the two of you studying but last night was one of those days where Daichi would tell you about how exhausting his day went.

He had told you that his parents were out of town for the weekend and wouldn't be back till Monday morning. Being the eldest, he was responsible for his two younger siblings. That being said, he was occupied with house chores for a whole day; cooking, cleaning, waking up his siblings, and making sure they've done their school work. 

You wouldn't be lying that you were low-key worried when he mentioned he has to cook.

Make no mistake, Daichi is a great definition of husband material. He’s wise, has strong sense of leadership, cares for his loved ones - he'd make a great husband. But when it comes to cooking...?

He's not bad that it's to a point where he might burn the house down, but he's not that good either. 

"Sawamura Daichi! I just told you about the amount of water you should pour YESTERDAY!" Dropping yourself on your bed, you let out a laugh when you heard your boyfriend groan from the other line.

"I know, I know! I think I got distracted by something while you were explaining,"

"It was only the two of us yesterday. What were you distracted by? My pretty face?" You chuckled at your sarcastic question, wiggling your eyebrows as if he was right in front of you. It was silent at the end of his line and you frowned. You sat up from your position, your mind connecting the dots.

"Daichi? You weren't distracted by my 'pretty' face, right?"

"..." 

"SAWAMURA DAICHI, YOU SIMP!"

You snorted when your usual calm and collected boyfriend fall apart into a flustered, stammering boy last night. He was too precious.

Once you calmed down, you two continued your conversation. Daichi told you that the volleyball club was going to have practice at 6:50 a.m.

He sounded tired, but you could tell by how the way he talks about it that he looks forward to the training tomorrow. You know better than anyone how much he loves the team. You felt kind of bad for his busy schedule, though. So you’re resolved to give him a helping hand, at least try to cheer him up a bit and you have the perfect idea for that.

As soon as you finished your call with Daichi, you went downstairs to find your mom. You asked her if she could help you cook something for him and your mom was more than happy to help, considering that your family's already fond of your boyfriend.

Your mission started at 5 a.m. You and your mom were already bustling about in the kitchen, executing your plan to make onigiris for Daichi.

Using the ingredients that your mom had won in a lottery a few days ago (She'd won lots of things; meats, fishes, seaweeds, rice, and even sake), you were able to make onigiris with tuna-mayo fillings for the team and grilled salmon filling for the coaches and the managers. Wanting to make something special for your boyfriend, you added grilled meat to his menu.

Both of you were done cooking by the time the clock strikes 7. You and your mom made too much. Your mom suggesting that you should give some to Daichi's siblings.

At around 7:30, you started your journey towards Daichi's house that wasn't far from yours. They were outside of the house, playing volleyball using their brother’s ball. They lit up and greeted when they saw you. Without wasting any time, you told them that you were here to bring them food. 

Their eyes immediately lit up as they received the container from your hands. They thanked you, saying that the breakfast Daichi made this morning had too much salt in it. Laughing, you gave them your welcome and bid goodbyes with them.

When you arrived at school, you looked at your watch. The needles pointed at exactly 08:00. You paced towards the volleyball gym with a smile.

Even from afar, you could hear the boys' voice and the sound of squeaking shoes on the wooden floor. One particular voice made your ears perked and your feet took wider steps towards the building.

When you reached the opened door, you took a little peek inside. The boys were split into two teams as both sides battled like it was a real match. You came just in time to see your boyfriend received a powerful serve from Asahi. No matter how many times he'd done it, it always amazes you how he was able to keep his posture. If you were there in his shoes, your arm would probably fall off.

You shake your head once you realized you were getting sidetracked. You knocked on the door and the coaches’ heads’ turn to you. They gave you a smile and gestured you to come in. Kiyoko, who had seen you come in, immediately went to help you with your belongings.

"I heard you guys were having practice so I thought I'd make you guys a little something," You smiled at Kiyoko, opening the bag to show the labeled containers. Kiyoko’s eyes widen and she gave you her beautiful smile.

"Thank you so much (L/n)-san." 

Giving the bag of containers to Kiyoko, you took one out that's for Daichi. Takeda informed about the food you brought to Ukai. Ukai nodded and decided to give the boys a break.

“You guys! Let’s take a break!” He yelled. The boys stopped and straighten their backs. The noise of unsteady breaths filled the gym. They all walked to the side, all of the boys greeted you as they walked to the side of the gym to get their water bottles and towels.

"You should all thank (L/n)-san, she made you food," Coach Ukai informed. 

Not missing a second, all of those sparkly, overjoyed, teary eyes went to you. 

Except for Tsukishima. His eyes werent as sparkly as the others but they were wide.

"Thank you for the food!" They all screamed and bowed to you.

"Ahaha, it's no big deal. Really." You waved your hands at them.

As Kiyoko and Yachi distributed the food, you walk up to Daichi who was drinking alone. He gave you a side glance and finished his drink, pursing his lips as he smiled at you.

"Here ya go, a special one reserved only for my special someone," You beamed, giving butterflies to Daichi’s stomach.

"Thank you. You made them all?" He asked, putting down his water bottle on the ground, eyes not leaving yours as he did. He then took the container from your hands. 

"Mom helped out. You should've seen her, she was more excited than I am." Daichi chuckled and ruffled your hair. 

You suddenly let out a yawn. Raising an eyebrow, Daichi asked,

"It's still warm. When did you make it?" He opened his container.

His eyes grew wide at the delicious sight before him. There were pieces of juicy grilled meats and two onigiris completed with eyes and lips made out of seaweed. Unbeknownst to you, his stomach let out a quiet growl.

"This morning." You answered, rubbing your eyes a little.

"What time did you wake up?"

"You ask too many questions, Mister. Just eat it will you?" You laughed, pinching his biceps, a habit you just found out amusing when you started dating.

Daichi couldn't control the happiness in his body. He took a step and leaned in, kissing your forehead. He pulled away, seeing your shocked expression and cherry cheeks. He laughed and pinched your cheek with one hand.

"You made food at god knows what hour for me and the whole volleyball club. You walked here, carrying all of it ON YOUR OWN, not to mention you gave me a special one with extra meat and cute onigiris. Who's the simp now?" He raised an eyebrow, the teasing grin he wore made you want to wipe it off from his face.

"Shut up, we're both simps." You giggled, hitting his chest lightly.

The two of you ended your little flirting banter and went to the group that was sitting in a circle on the floor, devouring the delicious onigiris you gave them.

Daichi watched you interact with his team. If people looked closer, they might actually see hearts in his eyes. There’s a genuine smile of admiration appearing on his lips whenever he hears you laugh with the members.

His team loves you, his family loves you.

He loves you.

You turned around, feeling like someone was boring holes to your back. Your eyes instantly locked with his dark brown ones. Usually, he would look away, looking like you didn’t just caught him staring at you. 

But this time his eyes lingered.

Knowing the meaning behind his gaze, you returned it by flashing him a smile. Your eyes gave him the same amount of love and affection before returning back to the conversation you had with Sugawara.

It was a quick passing moment, but it was enough to make this man’s heart combust.