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[tsukishumai]

HQ boys + Obsessed with you

when they think about you... brain go brrrrr

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Kuroo carries a portrait of you, and a Polaroid picture of the both of you together around in his wallet. He breaks it out whenever he gets the chance, and often uses it to show off during business meetings. Every intern that works at his company has been shown your picture by Kuroo during orientation.

Tsukishima has your initials engraved into his sports glasses so that you’re close to him during every game. He has them engraved on every single pair that he owns.

Atsumu won’t stop talking about you during every single one of his interviews. He always finds a way to bring the topic back to you. “What are some important rituals you perform before every game, Miya-san?” “Eat a good meal, do my stretches, and get a kiss from y/n!”

Ushijima makes sure to only accept sponsors from all of your favorite brands so that he can get you free merchandise. Don’t even bother asking him why he’s in a commercial for Potato Chips when he doesn’t look like he’s touched a bag in his life. It’s because they offered to give you limited edition flavors.

Iwaizumi loved letting you borrow his clothes, bc when you returned them, they always smelled of your perfume. Iwaizumi doesn’t admit that he sends hours inhaling your scent, avoiding washing his clothes so he could be surrounded by you. But when you stopped giving his clothes back (sigh), iwaizumi resorts to keeping a bottle of your perfume in his room, and sprays it whenever he misses you

Sakusa moved in with you after one week of dating. He literally showed up once, and then never left. He’s there when you wake up, and he’s there when you go to sleep. You haven’t spent one single night apart since making it official. Sakusa tried going on a boys trip once and literally called you to pick him up from the train station just four hours in. He’s not going anywhere.

Kageyama brings items of your clothing with him to away games. Whichever he can get his hands on — a shirt, shorts, a sweater, whatever. You nearly had a heard attack when you were helping him unpack and you found underwear. It took you a few seconds to realize it was yours.

Suna got your name tattooed on him. He may have been drunk, and it may have been on a dare, but he displays this tattoo proudly. He hates when people ask “well, what if you guys break up?” as if Suna would be dumb enough to ever let that happen.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

rbs v appreciated! <3

[ojirominaj]

—THEIR SLEEPING HABITS

featuring: multiple characters.

content warnings: swearing.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI— sleeps with his room literally fucking freezing. the air conditioning on + a fan full swing in his room. usually sleeps in full pajama sets as well. quietly snores and usually moves away from you while he sleeps, always ends up coming back tho

MASTUKAWA ISSEI— sleeps either shirtless in pajama pants or with a t-shirt and boxers. and he is an arm swinger + snores loudly so have fun with that <3. also a human heater!!! you literally have to push him off of you at times because you’re sweating.

MEIAN SHUGO— also a loud snorer, like loud as shit. you sleep on the couch multiple times a week and he always follows you because he doesn’t like sleeping alone hmph. sleeps shirtless with boxers and likes to wrap his arms around you and pull you flush against his chest.

ARAN OJIRO— literally an angel. sleeps in a t-shirt and sweats and his room is always the perfect temperature, making you both sleep like literal babies. he’s also a quiet sleeper, no snoring and stays in one position majority of the night, usually beside you!

MIYA ATSUMU— he sleep talks. and it’s usually continued arguments with osamu that never got finished when he was conscious. it scares you too because you’ll be dead sleep and he’ll mention something about how he had a right to take samu’s last ongiri because he pushed him into the volleyball cart earlier. and he doesn’t have a headboard >:(

BOKUTO KŌTARŌ— loves to cuddle you, and he’s the little spoon when you two sleep because he loves being held by you!!! sleeps with a fan on so it’s not too hot or too cold and he wears mix match pajama sets to bed as well.

KUROO TETSURŌ— sleeps with water on his bedside table and it’s entirely too hot in his bedroom. so he sleeps with just boxers and socks <3. also a snorer and what makes it worse is that he snores in your ear and it’s annoying but you put up with it each and every night.

TERUSHIMA YŪUJI— he sleeps completely naked, i’m not elaborating on this. also one of those boys that has the blue sheets and flat pillows + no headboard i’m sorry it has to be said. (you upgraded his room though so he now has fluffy pillows and 800 thread count sheets). sleeps wild but he doesn’t snore so it’s not that hard to manage tbh.

TENDOU SATORI— wears the matching onesies you bought a couple of months back during one of your date nights to bed. or he wears tacky pajama sets lol it’s the cutest shit ever. likes to nuzzle his head into your neck but he’s a drooler so watch out. you two also wake up in the weirdest positions.

SUNA RINTAROU— his room has blackout curtains for sleeping reasons and he’s an avid wearer of wearing pajama pants with no shirt on. very comfortable sheets and comforters so you’re always cozy but he has a childish ass headboard so it cancels out :(

author’s note: hi bffs i’m in a good mood to write again :) so enjoy this mwah. also!! reblogs help me a lot and are appreciated </3!

OJIROMINAJ © 2021. Any redistribution or reproduction of part or all contents in any form other than reblogging is prohibited.

[ganyunomi]

THEIR REACTION TO SEEING YOU STARING AT THEM WHEN THEY WAKE UP

mvps. miya atsumu, kuroo tetsurou, suna rintarou, oikawa tooru. 

anything special to declare? nope! just some good ol’ fluff <3

a/n: hello, yes, it’s me. i’m back <3 watch me dip again after this for a while tho lmao

ʚ ATSUMU : there are three stages he goes through: 1) “what are you doing?”; 2) “why?”; 3) he gets all smug for a second but then he turns all shy about it. he’ll mumble something along the lines of “‘s too early for this,” before he looks at you again with a flustered expression. his eyes scan your face before he becomes even more flustered and turns away, only one thought swimming through his head: why were you looking at him as if he was the best person in the world?

ʚ KUROO : he’s so half-asleep he probably doesn’t even register it at first. it’s kind of funny to see how his eyelids are slowly drifting closed while he tries to keep them open to stare back at you. he pokes you while saying, “stop staring.” he gets so giggly about it when he sees you smile. like, he’s genuinely confused about it but he’s seeing you smile so he must be doing something right. he does think it’d be nice to know why you have such a lovestruck expression on your face, though.

ʚ SUNA : he doesn’t even notice at first. man just turns around before drifting off to sleep again, only to wake up in about a minute once he realizes that you were staring. which leads to a very confused suna and the words “was there anything special today?” tumbling out of his mouth as he slightly panics. he’s mostly worried because he knows that he remembers every special event you two have, but he’s far too sleepy to properly recall any at the moment. but his worries simmer down and soon a warm feeling spreads instead. because even in his sleepy state he can recognize the love swirling in your eyes.

ʚ OIKAWA : he woke up thinking he was late for practice only to remember it was a saturday and that he’d be spending the day with you. he yelps when he sees you staring because he swore you’d be asleep. he’s quick to recover though, because he’s soon teasing you with, “i bet you wanted to wake up to a special sight.” but he quickly shuts up when he sees a smile grow on your lips. he blushes when he hears the affection in the soft “yeah” you reply.

[mortedeveles]

a pinch of reality | hq!! x reader

I do not own Haikyuu or any of its characters however do not repost, plagiarize or make my content into audios!

Headcannons + drabbles of how confessions with some Haikyuu boys would turn out! SFW, minor cursing, fluffy, female reader

Not beta’d we die like men (I edited it, hopefully it isn’t too rough!) 

Approx of 1.4K words, give or take. Enjoy! 

Here’s an idea I’ve had for a very long time: pinching and confessing with some Haikyuu boys. Allow me to elaborate, 

— If you confess, these guys will break down and completely become a mess. They’ll end up pinching themselves to make sure they’re not dreaming: ASAHI, Hinata, Tendou, Goshiki, Akaashi, Koganegawa, Bokuto. 

   After volleyball practice is over, Asahi feels like a wreck. Sweat is running down his forehead, his back, and his chest. It’s a prickly feeling and it makes him uncomfortable. He can’t wait to get home so he can jump into the shower. As he packs up with the rest of his friends, Asahi hears your voice.

‘’Asahi!’’ You call out and he freezes. Oh no. He gulps, gaze still on his bag. He’s sweating uncontrollably and he probably reeks- he can’t talk to you like this! But Nishinoya claps him on the back and sends him on his way. Asahi is too distracted and nervous to argue.

Once he’s reached you at the entrance of the gym, Asahi feels his anxiety skyrocket. ‘’Hey,’’ he tries to play it cool though he feels anything but remotely similar to cool. ‘’What’s up?’’ 

‘’I have something to tell you,’’ your words are making his stomach twist. ‘’Can we talk outside?’’ 

He wants to say no, but it’s hard to say no to you. Plus, what could go wrong? Maybe it’s a simple thing- you want to invite him to an event…or you want to stop being friends with him. Oh, God. He nods and walks outside with you but Asahi starts to wonder whether he made the right choice. 

‘’So…’’ he shoves his hands into the pockets of his shorts, thankful he has something to keep his hands busy with. ‘’What did you want to tell me?’’ He has to lower his neck to avoid the branches and leaves of the tree you brought him to.

‘’Okay, so…’’ you inhale loudly. ‘’I want you to have this first,’’ you hand him over a heart-shaped box, and Asahi’s heart skips a beat. He doesn’t want to assume things but….are you confessing? Oh my God- this can’t be real.

‘’I hope you’ll like the chocolates- I made them myself,’’ his face is warm. ‘’But anyway-!’’ You laugh nervously and it makes Asahi smile. He’s not the only one who's nervous. ‘’I like you. I’ve liked you since our second year but I’ve always been too scared to tell you…but I wanted to tell you before high school ended. And I was wondering if you felt the same way…’’ 

This is too good to be true-! Asahi’s right hand goes to pinch his arm, maybe he's dreaming. But then he pinches himself a little bit too harshly and he grunts, quickly rubbing the sore spot.

‘’What- are you okay? Why did you pinch yourself-?!” You’re quick to step forward, your hands gently holding onto his arm. You’re so, so close to him…Asahi feels like he can’t breathe. He felt the pinch, felt the pain. He didn’t wake up in his bed, so he’s not dreaming. He laughs, both out of embarrassment and relief as he nervously rubs the back of his head.

‘’Just wanted to make sure I wasn’t dreaming…’’ He’s never been more glad that he’s not. 

— They’ll ask you to pinch them after you confess rather than pinching themselves: ATSUMU, Tanaka, Nishinoya, Lev, Oikawa. 

“Atsumu! Wait up, I have to tell you something.” The blonde stops at the sound of your voice, a smile taking over his face. Osamu rolls his eyes, deciding to keep walking home. He knows he’ll be third-wheeling if he sticks around.

“Y/N! What’s up?” Atsumu hopes you can’t tell how fast his heart suddenly started beating. He watches you meet his gaze and he swallows. You’re really, really pretty. How the hell is he supposed to maintain eye contact like this!? His face is on fire.

“I hope this isn’t too sudden, but…” you look away before meeting his gaze again. “I like you.”

Atsumu’s mind goes blank. His jaw hangs open and he freezes. Did he…did he hear that right-? You like him!?

His first reaction is to laugh. And he does, a burst of awkward and nervous laughter leaving his lips. Your face falls, and Atsumu wants to slap himself. 

‘’I’m not laughing at ya-!” He’s quick to stammer, hands moving in a series of awkward and unexplainable gestures. God, he wishes he could disappear. You’re probably regretting confessing, seeing how much of an idiot he is.

‘’I’m making this worse, aren’t I?’’ He laughs again, one hand going to tug at his hair. ‘’Just…can you do me a favor?’’ You instantly perk up, nodding.

‘’Sure. What is it?’’ He feels his chest tighten at the smile you give him. It shouldn’t be possible for someone to be this cute! So unfair…

‘’Can ya pinch me?’’ Atsumu squeaks. Darn, that was not cool at all- he sounded like a little boy! He clears his throat, meeting your gaze. ‘’Sorry- anyway, can you pinch me? Just gotta make sure I’m not dreamin’.’’ 

You furrow your brows, no doubt confused at his strange request. ‘’Um…okay.’’ You lean forward and Atsumu holds his breath. Even then, he catches a whiff of your perfume. It makes his cheeks warm but then the jolt of pain that shoots through his left forearm has him yelping. ‘’Ouch! Ya didn’t have to pinch me that hard!’’ He whines, rubbing his forearm. You burst out laughing, lips tugging upwards and your body relaxing. The pain in Atsumu’s arm seems to fade away the longer he stares at your laughing face and before he knows it, he’s laughing with you. 

— They’ll confess first and you ask them to pinch you: USHIJIMA, Kita, Aran, Akaashi, Aone. 

‘’Y/N,’’ you almost bump into Ushijima’s chest, barely able to keep yourself on your two feet as you step back. When did he get to your class? ‘’I would like to talk to you- privately if that’s possible.’’ He looks at you expectantly and you swallow nervously. Slowly, you nod. 

‘’Sure. Let’s walk outside?’’ He nods. It’s lunchtime so there’s no harm in hearing him out…you hope. 

‘’So, what is it you wanted to talk about? Is something wrong?’’ You speak once the two of you have reached Shiratorizawa’s open area. The weather is nice today, with the sun shining down softly and some wind rustling through the trees. 

‘’Oh, nothing is wrong. I simply want to tell you something,’’ he clears his throat and you notice that his hands are behind his back. It’s nothing out of the ordinary but it makes you wonder if he’s hiding something. As if reading your mind, Ushijima pulls out a bouquet of your favorite flowers from behind and you think you’re going to faint.

‘’These are for you,’’ his voice is deep but with a soft tone that you usually don’t hear. ‘’Satori told me girls appreciate being given flowers… I hope you like them.’’ Flowers aren’t your all-time favorite but the gesture still makes your face warm.

‘’Thank you…’’ you grab the flowers with a smile. Your heart’s racing but you try to ignore it. ‘’I love them.’’ 

‘’I’m glad to hear that,’’ you’re surprised to see a tinge of pink on his face. You’ve never seen Ushijima nervous or flustered- this is a first. ‘’I also asked the florist to put a pink camellia- they’re supposed to symbolize longing and affection,’’ Oh? Your heart skips a beat. 

‘’I don't think it's necessary, but I’ll say this as to avoid any confusion or miscommunication…’’ he takes a step closer to you and you swallow audibly. He’s so warm and it’s hard to not lean into him. ‘’I am enamored by you, Y/N. And I wish to be in a romantic relationship with you if you reciprocate my feelings.’’ 

‘’Um…’’ you barely manage to squeak it out. ‘’Can you pinch me?’’

Ushijima furrows his brows. ‘’Pinch…you…? Why?’’ He looks concerned and your face is growing warm with embarrassment.

‘’I have to make sure…I’m not dreaming…’’ your voice is so low that Ushijima has to lean forward. His hair slightly brushes against your face and it tickles. 

‘’Come again?’’ You want to squeal and bury your face into a pillow. With a dramatic groan, you lower your head. 

‘’I want you to pinch me so I’m sure that this isn’t a dream…’’ you grumble. Ushijima doesn’t respond at first but then you hear him chuckle. It’s a foreign sound to your ears and it feels like a blessing.

‘’I’m sure I can prove you’re not dreaming in another way…’’ one of his hands goes to your back, slowly pulling you closer to him. ‘’If you’ll allow me.’’ 

A/N: I hadn’t done headcannons/drabbles in a hot minute and I’ve had this idea in my drafts for months :’) Consider reblogging, commenting, and liking if you enjoyed! Much love and happy holidays <3 

[kythed]

“pillow talk” - a collection of conversations between you and matsukawa issei.

1. october 23rd, 1:03am.

“that was fun.” matsukawa props himself up on one elbow, lower half still covered by a disarray of blue dorm sheets.

you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling your t-shirt back on, but you turn to look at him, smiling slightly. “fun?” 

“great. excellent. out of this world amazing,” he says teasingly. there’s a glint in his eye and a flush in his cheeks. 

“that’s what I thought.” you make to stand up, but matsukawa grabs your wrist before you can move another muscle. 

“you can stay,” he says, face strangely hopeful and childlike (a sharp contrast to the night’s earlier… activities). “if you want, I mean.” 

your body aches to climb back under the covers with him, to press yourself against his hot skin and let yourself fall asleep in his embrace… but what you have with matsukawa is new and fragile, and you refuse to close your fist on something delicate and shatter it in the process. 

“maybe next time. I have class in the morning.” advanced calculus, to be specific. hell on earth, to be even more specific. 

“will there be a next time?” there it is again. that hope. 

“if you’ll have me,” you say, rising from the mattress.

“I’ll do more than have you.” he grins, cocking his head. “I’ll take you.” 

and there it is — matsukawa issei, ladies and gents. you smile to yourself as you slip out of his room, committing the feel of his hands gripping your hips and his lips on yours to memory. 

2. october 27th, 4:36pm. 

you stay this time. it’s a weeknight, and there’s class in the morning again, but the bed is warm and matsukawa’s arm fits like it was made for you. he’s nervous, you can tell, what with the way his fingers shake slightly as they brush the hair from your eyes — but that’s okay. it’s endearing. cute, even. 

“hey,” he says, voice low and throaty. 

“hi,” you respond, turning your face to look at him, his sharp, angular face shaded even more dramatic by moonlight. he really is a little too pretty for his own good, you decide, running a light hand down his torso. his mouth twitches when your fingers skim over his waistband and back up again. 

“tease,” he sighs, and you laugh. 

“it’s what I’m best at,” you say. 

“among other things,” matsukawa concedes, grinning. you gasp and hit him lightly on the chest.

“you’re so dirty minded!” you scold, and he scoffs. 

“I’m the dirty minded one? listen sweetheart, twenty minutes ago you were —” 

you shut him up with a swift kiss on the lips, swallowing his indignant words as he chuckles somewhere in the back of his throat and pulls you on top of him. you slide your fingers into his mess of dark hair and smile into the kiss until he finally breaks away and begins dusting smaller kisses along your jaw and collarbone. 

“you know,” you breathe, trying to avoid gasping when matsukawa presses his mouth to that soft spot right below your neck, “you’re acting awfully boyfriend today, issei. you’d better be careful before I up and decide to make you mine.”

“maybe that’s what I want you do to,” he says without looking at you. 

you start in surprise, a small smile creeping onto your lips. “oh, really?” 

matsukawa unattaches himself from your neck and takes your face in his hands, staring up at you with a grin. “really.” 

“okay,” you say, and in response he squishes your cheeks and laughs. you roll your eyes and tug on his wrists until he lets go. “okay, boyfriend.”

“okay, girlfriend.” 

you’d never anticipated a relationship to fall into place so easily. but then again, with matsukawa, everything — everything from his sweet talk to his skin to his stupid pickup lines — is pretty damn smooth.

3. january 1st, 11:24pm.

“you have a nice nose,” he says, running a finger down its bridge. golden afternoon light slices through the gaps in his shutters, casting odd stripes across his face.

“I hate my nose.” you bite back a sheepish smile. “it’s weird.”

“no, it’s cute,” he insists, and despite yourself, your heart swells. maybe it’s silly, maybe it’s shallow, but nothing really beats having someone refute your insecurities, however insignificant they may be. “I’m the one with a weird nose.”

you sit straight up, nearly knocking him back. “you do not have a weird nose. I love your nose!” 

“I love your face.” matsukawa gently pulls you back down, gathering you into his chest so he can rest his chin on your shoulder. 

“well, it is a pretty nice face,” you say, and he huffs.

“you were supposed to say you love my face, too,” he whines in a small voice. you almost giggle at the thought of this six foot two giant baby-talking to you.

“I thought that was self-explanatory,” you say. “I like everything about you.”

matsukawa shoots you a dramatic glare, furrowing his brows. “yesterday you said you didn’t like my t-shirt.”

“it was a rick and morty t-shirt! I was morally obligated to disparage your fashion taste in that moment,” you say piously. 

“so you don’t like everything about me,” matsukawa sighs, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. “my girlfriend is a liar.” 

“I like everything about you except for the fact that you like rick and morty,” you correct yourself. 

“I like everything about you except for the fact that you don’t like rick and morty,” matsukawa shoots back, and you let out an ugly guffaw. 

“alright, then. agree to disagree?”

before answering, he leans forward to give you a brief kiss that you return, enjoying the faint taste of spearmint on his lips. “you’ll come around eventually.” 

“I really won’t.”

“you will.”

“I won’t.”

“you won’t.”

“I will,” you say, and then — “wait, no. damn it, issei, I can’t believe that worked on me.”

“gotcha!” 

4. march 20th, 3:16am. 

“dude,” matsukawa says. “we should go out for ramen.”

“did you just call me dude?” you raise an incredulous eyebrow. 

“sorry,” he says, sitting upright and pulling on a shirt. “I meant babe. can we get ramen?”

“it’s 3am,” you say, catching the shirt he tosses to you and putting it on. “is there any place nearby that’s still open at this hour?” 

matsukawa whisks you out of bed, bridal style, and spins you around, ignoring your protestations as you attempt to scold him between giggles. when he finally sets you down you’re dizzy, clinging to him for balance. “obviously you don’t understand the ramen business. when the craving hits, it hits, and these guys know that. that’s why there’s a 24 hour ramen-ya near every college campus in the country.” 

“then,” you say, blinking hard as the room comes back into focus. “I say we go eat.” 

“let zem eat ramen?” matsukawa says in a phony french accent. you want to roll your eyes but you can’t quite bring yourself to do so. he’s too damn charming about it. 

“let zem eat ramen,” you repeat, and he laughs, rumpling your hair before grabbing his keys off the bedside table. 

“you’re adorable.”

“I’m a legal adult,” you sigh. “why do you insist on calling me cute? I’m sexy.”

“you’re cute and sexy,” he agrees, opening the door for you. “the two are not mutually exclusive.” 

“fancy words.”

“I’m just trying to impress you,” he says with an obnoxious wink. 

5. april 4th, 1:58am. 

“do you think there’s life in space?” 

you’re lying side by side next to matsukawa, both staring up at his dorm room ceiling, where a handful of plastic stars glow in the dark. 

he snickers. “you mean, like, martians? little green men with antennae?”

“sure,” you say, ignoring his jab. “or maybe enormous space whales swimming somewhere deep in the cosmos. galactic empires of cyborgs and robot servants. train stations that take you from star to star.” 

“that reminds me,” he says. you feel him slip his fingers into your hand. “we should watch star wars together sometime.” 

“you avoided the question,” you complain, and he laughs. 

“sorry,” he says. “I’ve never given much thought to huge space whales or interplanetary train stations.”

“you’ve never wondered might be out there? never wanted to fly to the moon and see what there is to see?” the thought is alien (pun intended) to you. how could anyone look into the star speckled sky and see anything other than a mass of worlds waiting to be explored? 

“I don’t need to. kinda have everything I could ever want here on earth already.” matsukawa shrugs, flashing you a grin. “good friends. perfect girlfriend. a really excellent ramen shop down the street.” 

“and that’s all you need?”

“that’s all I need,” he agrees, and you stay silent, scooting closer to press yourself into matsukawa’s larger frame. maybe he has a point. you count over your blessings in your head: good friends, perfect boyfriend, a really excellent ramen shop down the street. even space whales can’t really compare, you decide, sneaking a glance at issei only to find he’s already looking down at you with a soft smile. 

and maybe that’s enough. maybe it’s enough to have someone who loves you and your flaws, someone who lets you borrow his dumb graphic tees and never lets you pay for your own dinner. maybe what you have here with matsukawa issei, feet on the ground and hands intertwined, is enough.

[bokutosworld]

the moment they knew | ushijima, daichi, bokuto

characters: hq captains (ushijima, daichi, bokuto) with gn!reader words, genre: 1.5k words, fluff + slight angst. warnings: none! summary: in love, there’s a moment where everything falls into place and you realize that there’s no one else you’d rather spend forever with. | part one (with oikawa, kuroo, kita)

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI;

admittedly, ushijima is not the best at relationships

but you brought out sides of him that he didn’t know even existed

and because he’s so in love with you, he finds himself looking for ways to surprise you

he doesn’t hesitate to try new things because all he wants is to make you happy in the way you make him complete

When Ushijima comes home, the first thing he notices is the other pair of shoes sitting by the entranceway. He smiles as he walks all the way to the kitchen where he heard a commotion.

Though your back was turned to him, seeing you in his apartment instantly relieved him of his exhaustion for the day. He hurriedly goes over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you to his chest.

“Wakatoshi,” you turn your head back and give him a peck on his cheeks. “Welcome home.”

He shows you one of his rare smiles and reciprocates your kiss with his own. “Thank you, love.” He rests his chin on your shoulders and watches you quietly as you prep the ingredients.

“Do you want to help cook?” You were already expecting him to just hum and leave you to the dishes while he sets up the plates. So it was a genuine surprise when his hands left your body and retrieved the apron (it was a matching set to the one you were wearing) from one of the drawers.

He silently took his place by your side, and took the cutting board and the knife from your hands. You watched in awe as he skillfully sliced the onions in perfect shape.

“Do you need me to cut the carrots too?” You hadn’t noticed that he’s finished until you heard his voice close in your ears. That night, the two of you cooked together for the first time and there was something so intimate and so special about it.

“This feels nice,” you commented as Ushijima now worked on slicing the raw chicken fillet. “I thought you didn’t know how to cook.”

“I’ve been practicing.” His answer surprises you. You can’t help but imagine him watching cooking tutorials and the thought makes you smile.

“Really? And what exactly motivated you to learn how to cook?”

Ushijima stops and turns to you with the warmest look in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t want you to do all the cooking in the future.” He grasps and kisses the back of your hands. “I wouldn’t be doing my job as your partner if you don’t let me serve you too.”

You don’t know which of the two takes your breath away—the way he looked when he said those words or the indirect proposal he just made. Either way, you were already looking forward to the future he’d just proclaimed.

SAWAMURA DAICHI;

your friends always said that daichi seems like the type of guy you’d bring to meet your parents

they weren’t wrong. he was the best partner anyone could ever ask for

you often find yourself wondering if marriage was ever on his mind

what you don’t know is that daichi had been carrying a ring box everyday since college graduation, just waiting for the right moment

Daichi clutches the material of his coat, hugging his body tighter as he stood and waited in front of your office building. He spots you walking with a friend and his lips curl upward into a smile. When you turn to look his way, he feels like a giddy high school boy as his heart skips a beat at the eye contact.

You bid your friend goodbye and run towards his waiting arms. He grunts when you throw yourself at him, laughing as you relax in his hold and he runs his hands over your back.

“You worked hard today. Shall we get your comfort food or do you want me to cook at home and prepare you a hot bath?”

You smile as you consider your options. “I like the sound of the second option.”

He takes your hands and brings it to his lips to plant a soft kiss along your knuckles. “Let’s head home then.”

The two of you begin a silent walk to your apartment complex. Lately, he’s been busy with his police work that he’s rarely had the time to stop by You take a glance at him, trying to remember as much of his face for as long as you can. Because you never know when he’d ever have the luxury of spending time with you like this.

He notices you staring, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing. I just missed you.” You mutter. “Work has been keeping you too busy. It’s like you’re married to your job and I’m just your side piece.”

He laughs loudly that other passersby have turned to look your way. He says nothing, only squeezing your hands and looks at you with a glint in his eyes.

When the two of you arrived at your apartment, you made a beeline to the living room and planted yourself on the couch. You heard footsteps nearing and stopping at the side of the sofa.

Daichi had kneeled beside your position, his face inches away from yours when he calls your name. At the sound of his voice, you open an eye and see him holding out a ring in front of you. You sit up immediately, mouth hanging open as you search for the words to say but he beats you to it.

“You said earlier that you feel like I’m married to my job, and I’m sorry if I ever made you feel that but,” he pauses to stop the tears that threatened to fall. “But my job can’t compare to you. At the end of the day, I’ll leave work and come home to you.”

You’re both crying messes when Daichi takes your hand and positions the ring on your fourth finger. “Will you marry me?” Of course, you said yes.

BOKUTO KOTARO;

bokuto loves with his whole heart and he treasures you like you’re his world

your steadfast feelings made him confident and assured

but whenever a fight breaks between the two of you, his resolve always crumbles

when he realizes that nothing scares him more than the fact that he could lose you, that’s when he makes a promise

When Bokuto wakes up, he instinctively reaches for the other side of his bed and his heart drops when he feels nothing. He jolts up, eyes frantically searching his room for any sign that last night was not a dream.

He’s getting ready to stand up when the door opens and he sees you enter the room with a tray of breakfast in your hands. He scrambles on his feet and you’re surprised when he takes the food and places it on his desk before his arms make their way to hug you.

“I thought you’d left me again,” he mumbles in your neck. When you wrap your arms around him, Bokuto sighs and sinks further into the embrace. “I’m really sorry.”

It all started because of a petty fight. The two of you had been so busy with your own work that neither of you had time for each other. But the one time you’d both been home at the same time only resulted in an argument that led to you giving him the silent treatment for three weeks.

And those weeks were like hell for Bokuto. After that fight, he’d immediately realized his mistake and he’d called and messaged you but to no avail. Last night, you’d finally returned and Bokuto was more than relieved to see you.

“Let’s not fight ever again.” He looks at you with pleading eyes. “It was stupid of me to blame you for not having time for me when I’ve also been so occupied.”

“Bokuto…” You cup his cheeks and he closes his eyes as your hand gently caresses his face. “I’m sorry too. And I promise I’ll never disappear on you again.”

If there was one thing that he’d realized during the time when you were away, it’s that he could never live without you. He also couldn’t bear the thought of being the cause of your hurt and pain so he makes a promise.

He leans so close that you could hear the drumming of his heart. “I’ll never do anything to make you sad again. When we first got together, I told you that I’d only make you happy.”

You smile as you remember that moment when he’d asked you to be his. It was one of the best days of his and your life.

“And that’s what I’ll do from now and for the rest of our lives.” He’s inching closer and closer, your lips just a few millimeters away until you say something.

“What you said just now sounds like a wedding vow.”

He laughs, surprising you when he turns and plops down with you on the bed. He’s hovering above you playfully, “Baby, wait until you hear the rest of it.”

—

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[mattsvn]

THE MOMENT

The moment they knew they were in love.

Sakusa Kyoomi, Kuroo Tetsurou, Iwaizumi Hajime, Suna Rintarou, Oikawa Tooru.

Fluff, no warnings. 462 words. Repost from my old blog.

SAKUSA found out he was in love when he started to miss your scent on his hoodie. It seemed kind of silly, but when he held his sleeve to his nose and all he smelled was the detergent he used, he sensed there was a missing piece. He didn't hesitate to ask you to exchange hoodies, so he could smell your scent even when you weren't around. A way to be close while being far away.

KUROO didn't expect to fall in love with you, much less discover it in such a way. It was your notes in his math notebook, in a completely different handwriting than his own. It stood out among all his writing, and, to him, it looked impeccable. He didn't want to ruin that with his disastrous handwriting, so he left that page solely for your notes, the notes. So, he kept every single scribble you made for him, no matter how small, it was something he never got used to.

IWAIZUMI wished he didn't find out that he was in love while standing next to you, to this day he' s still embarrassed by his reaction. "I came to see you, Iwaizumi" you told him before a match. Blush immediately flashed on his cheeks and he began to stutter, not knowing what to say. Maybe you thought you were making him nervous, or that's what he told himself, so you kissed him on the cheek for good luck. Hajime never seemed as fired up as he was in that game.

SUNA thought he found out in the most unconventional way possible. Amidst all the jokes, he had taken his phone to snap a picture of you, for which you posed horribly. He couldn't help but burst out laughing when he saw it, ready to post it to tease you even more. Without even seeing it, you said "post it and I'll do the same with all the pictures of you where you don't look good. Besides, my worst picture will always be better than your best" you said. He thought he wanted to have that relationship with you forever, and he fell even more in love when you posted that embarrassing photo yourself.

OIKAWA told himself that he already knew he was in love with you, he was just looking for a way to prove it, and he did it on the day he was about to play one of his most important high school games. The day was rainy, and you showed up outside his house with an extra umbrella and your lucky charm that you wore to every test. He took it to Argentina, promising he would come back for you. And so he did, with a ring in exchange for the amulet.

taglist: @sugas-sweetheart @kirislut @hannahalanib1 @goopyartiste @yee-harr @ohno-grapes @peach-pops @meliorist-midoriya @milktyama @majestic-sea-flip-flop @starlessnyx @tanakasimpcorner @msbyslugg @ordinary-ace @boosyboo9206

[kyotarou]

HICKEY PRANK

characters: gn!reader, miya atsumu, tsukishima kei, kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru

genre: smau, fluff, comedy

warnings: swearing, suggestive themes

a/n: reblogs are appreciated :)

— MIYA ATSUMU

— TSUKISHIMA KEI

— KUROO TETSUROU

— OIKAWA TOORU

tags: @elianetsantana @crapimahuman @kutozume @ish-scribbles @seiri-ami @yamagucji @soranihimawari @sullen-angel24 @behan @hikariakaashi @hawkskore @internet-folks @pussybangss

[milktyama]

— ☕︎ HAIKYUU'S BIG TIDDIE COMMITTEE

synopsis: just some wholesome and midly suggestive moments with big tiddie hq men. the four horsemen of the big tiddie committee if you may

a/n: ... do i even need to say anything—

— jjk version

includes: bokuto kotaro, ushijima wakatoshi, miya osamu, iwaizumi hajime (all timeskip)

genre: fluff, some crack, suggestive, self-indulgent lmao

total wc: 746

❥︎ suggestive, if you dont like this content or under 16 block the #— hot-drink tag, manga spoilers

BOKUTO KOTARO — wc: 179

who needs a pillow when you can cuddle with bokuto and lay on his tiddies

cuddles with him are always so comfortable and it’s because he always like laying your head on his chest and then he would caress your head lovingly

and his chest is just so,,, squishy

it’s just so comfortable and warm and honestly he loves how much you love his tiddies lmfao

bokuto also loves it when you lay in between and nuzzle into his chest

his chest area is like kinda sensitive? like it’s very ticklish

but when you subconsciously bite onto his tiddies, no matter how much he wants to pull away from the tingly sensation he just does his best to suppress his urge to maybe elbow your face away

… ((bonus if you bite hard enough to leave a very light mark so when he goes to the bathroom he can see the mark on his reflection))

anyways in conclusion, bokuto adores it very much when you pay attention to his tiddies; he’ll believe his hard work training paid off haha

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI — wc: 169

honestly he has no clue about how built his chest area is until he notices that you tend to spend a little more time and attention towards them

you shamelessly would linger your gaze towards his chest area whenever he’s stretching from sitting too long or when he wears a shirt that’s a little on the tighter side

and you wouldn’t be shy on complimenting on the physique of him

funniest part is that he would take it as constructive criticism towards his work out routine

this 100% leads to you needing to be a little more blunt like you literally have to straightforwardly say “your tiddies are very nice can we cuddle now”

nono the funniest part really is when he just has a poker face and says “ok” in the most monotone voice

so um yea

i’ll leave it up to your imagination of cuddling with him with your head against his tiddies

**bonus he’s shirtless so you can really indulge in the beefiness of him AHAFDJL

MIYA OSAMU — wc: 189

all the work needed for onigiri miya really paid off

osamu remained well built even after quitting volleyball

he 100% wears tighter shirts whenever you’re around when he’s working, and then you would stare at him for a little longer than normal

and that was def the effect he was going for, and he will tease you SO MUCH for it even though he was purposefully trying to get you to look at him

after work, he loves hugging you and ofc you would take this chance and snuggle into his chest, his muscles would still be warm from the blood pumping through his body from working

and that was the optimal time for cuddling him and getting the most potential of his tiddies

as much as he loves teasing you about your hyperfixation on his chest muscles, he himself gets kinda flustered when you focus so much on his tiddies

but he doesn’t stop you so it’s a win-win situation

his favorite thing you do when you’re focused on his chest is you drawing small circles around them

it’s comforting and the slight tickling sensation warms his heart

IWAIZUMI HAJIME — wc: 209

he loves/hates the large amount of attention you just seem to give to his chest muscles

he never knew that people could get so attached to a human body part and he went into sports med and encountered some people with… strange interests

that aside, he can’t deny how much he not-so-subtly adores the attention

especially when you are doing something for him; i feel pretty confident that one of iwa’s love language is acts of service

and as a trainer, his muscles are often sore and tired

you often offer him massages

he will NEVER ever admit that he feels a little warmer when you reach around and on his tiddies and then start moving your hands in circular motions, giving his pecs a nice massage

((sometimes he goes for extra reps on the pecs so you can massage his tiddies))

he would feel a little sheepish sometimes, but it also warms his heart whenever you do

though the sheepishness disappears when you become a little bold and like to… um let’s say play around a little with them hehe

bonus if you do it when you two are bathing together in the bath or the shower; it just feels more intimate and he loves that feeling

honourable committee memebers: daichi, brazil hinata, atsumu, kuroo, aone, MEIAN <3333 (i wouldve incl meian but i dont think i can characterize him but meian is so ☹😩💓)

[tsukishumai]

accidental confessions ;

feat. Kageyama, Oikawa, Atsumu

genre; fluff, friends to lovers

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Kageyama Tobio

he is convinced that he’s not interested in relationships. he doesn’t have the time, and he doesn’t have the patience

he’s also sure that there’s no one out there that could possibly understand his devotion to volleyball and determination to stay on top.

not even you, who’s been the manager to every single volleyball team he’s ever been on

who’s by his side during every victory and every loss

who chose to go to karasuno despite all of your friends going to aoba johsai

it doesn’t matter that one look at you, and all the tiredness evaporates from his bones, and every time he scores a point, he looks to see if you’re watching (you always are).

because he doesn’t have time for relationships, and he certainly doesn’t have time to disappoint his best friend.

so when you walk into the gym wearing a sports jacket two sizes too big, kageyama isn’t sure why he’s stomping over to where you stood.

“whose is that?” he asks, and you look just as confused as he feels.

“Tsukishima’s?”

his blood boils. “why are you wearing that?”

you look slightly off put as you answer, “because i was cold. why do you care?”

he doesn’t, kageyama thinks, so he says nothing and he walks away. he had every intention of starting on his drills and getting a good warm up before practice started.

but his path veered from the court and towards where his bag sat slumped on the floor.

he dug through the clothing piled in his polyester duffel before pulling out a wrinkled jacket identical to the one you were wearing now.

all eyes were on him as he crossed the length of the gym, and your eyes widened slightly as he threw the black material for you to clumsily catch.

“tobio, what—” “wear that jacket.”

you quirk an eyebrow at him. “i’m already wearing a jacket.”

“change into this one.” “huh? i don’t wanna.”

“and i don’t want to see you wearing anyone else’s clothes but mine.”

the balls stopped bouncing. his teammates quit yelling. the silence was deafening. and he was forced to face your doe eyed expression.

kageyama coughs. “just wear that one, okay?”

he doesn’t see you smiling, shrugging out of the jacket you stole from tsukishima’s locker and slipping your arms through the sleeves of kageyama’s

he’s too busy trying to ignore tsukishima, hinata, and Yamaguchi snickering at him from the corner.

Oikawa Tooru

they say all hero origin stories start with the same thing — that the hero’s body moved before they could think.

oikawa may not be a hero, but when he saw you sitting in a cafe across from iwaizumi, his body definitely acted before he could even think

was that his best friend? alone with the literal love of his life?

granted, you had no idea you were the love of his life, but iwaizumi knew!

iwaizumi told him that he was too busy to go with him to the mall today. oikawa didn’t know he was busy being a backstabber.

as sudden as a flash of lighting, he finds himself standing in front of your table, the both of you looking up at him bewildered.

iwaizumi face palms as you sputter out, “tooru?”

“shittykawa, it’s not what you think.”

“Iwa-chan! How could you!” oikawa couldn’t help but point an accusing finger at the ace.

iwaizumi sighs, your head quickly switching between looking at the two boys.

“If you just shut up for one second —“

“You knew how much I like y/n-chan!” “Oikawa, we —“ “Yet here you are, sneaking—“

“You like me?” You interrupt the two bickering boys, beaming up at the blushing setter.

oikawa wanted to reach up and slap himself on the mouth. he wanted to nod his head, wanted to say he didn’t just like you, but you always managed to make him forget how to function.

“Y/n asked me here today,” iwaizumi speaks up, sliding out of the booth and standing up to par Oikawa’s shoulder, “to get my opinion on how they should ask you out.”

oikawa snaps his head to his best friend, who just laughed.

“Sit down, you idiot,” iwaizumi pushes oikawa down onto the seat, giving you a knowing wink before making his way to the exit.

oikawa looks up at you sheepishly, rubbing his neck and attempting to smile.

“Hi.”

Miya Atsumu

this game was result of countless late nights and sore muscles and exhausted spirits.

atsumu couldn’t allow a repeat of last year — inarizaki on the bus home before they could even blink.

months of training still didn't feel like enough, atsumu always had that nagging feeling that he could do more more more.

you were the only one that didn’t snap at him, didn’t call him annoying for wanting to go over plays, didn’t say he was being too much when he wanted to practice drills until his arms bled.

you just stayed and handed him a towel, and a drink. you made sure he ate his meals and got enough sleep.

you nearly made him cry when you showed up the week before nationals with a notebook full of assessments of his rival teams.

so when he scored the winning point against the team that took them out last year, it was explosive.

the only thing Atsumu could hear were his own cheers.

but the only thing he saw through the cheers and the arms of his teammates, was you. tears streaming down your face, crying for him and his victory

he rushed towards you, and before you could even process what was happening, atsumu had your face cupped in his hands as he pulled you in for a kiss.

your hands flew around his neck, closing your eyes when he lifted you up from your feet and spins you around once.

the boys on the team were cheering when you pulled away, but all atsumu could focus on was the flustered look on your face.

he pulls away quickly, the gravity of what he had just done suddenly crashing down on him.

oh god, he was too high from the win. what if you didn’t want to kiss him? what if he just totally fucked up —

you reach out to grab his hand, smiling up at him brightly. “congratulations on your win, tsumu.”

he grinned down at you, sweeping you back up in his arms. your giggles sounded so sweet to his ears.

“you’re the one making me a winner, darlin.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

rbs v appreciated <33

[ojirominaj]

—HOW THEY SHOW THEIR DOMINANCE

featuring: iwaizumi hajime, kita shinsuke, daichi samawura, bokuto kōtarō, sakusa kiyoomi

content warnings: timeskip!characters. slightly suggestive.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

iwaizumi shows his dominance by saying “no” in a stern way. if he doesn’t think something is inherently good for you, or if it’s gonna help you in the long run he has no problem into telling you so. he’ll always make sure to give a reason why though, so you are never really left in the dark and if you disagree, he’s always willing to talk things out with you. we love a communicative king <3.

KITA SHINSUKE

by giving you reasonable instructions. if you’re having trouble with something or don’t really have a sense of what to do at times, he’ll definitely explain everything to you very gently. also a hands on type person so he will put his hands on top of yours to guide you! or if it’s nothing to deal with body movements he’ll still physically touch you so he can make sure you understand.

DAICHI SAMAWURA

telling you to ‘come here’ and/or while pointing to where he wants you. it’s a habit, it manifested pretty early in your relationship as well. he always has a small smile on his face while doing it so you wouldn’t think he’s upset at you. it will usually follow by a kiss before he begins with what he’s about to say.

BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

will always order your food for you and paying. not to be controlling or possessive but he just genuinely feels like that’s his duty as your boyfriend. and no matter how many times you try to ask him to let you pay one time he’ll just gently decline you with a kiss to your temple, telling you that “you’re too cute to pay for anything.” potential sugar daddy.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

he’ll fix your outfit/appearance if you’re looking disheveled. such as fixing your hair or buttoning up your shirt. he never wants you to go out looking any kind of a way since sakusa himself, never goes out looking a mess. he’ll pull you to the side as well! out of the way of a crowd and will give you a small smile when you thank him for doing so.

author’s note: um this was supposed to be for the mha boys but i don’t want ppl thinking i’m sexualizing canon minors :(. but enjoy reading besties!

OJIROMINAJ © 2021. Any redistribution or reproduction of part or all contents in any form other than reblogging is prohibited.

[ganyunomi]

“my friends say i should stop seeing you,” you say, voice barely above a whisper.

in some way, atsumu agrees with them. this situation is less than ideal, but he couldn’t bear letting you go.

“and?”

you trace circles on his chest, “and what?”

he shivers at the contact, his hand pulling flush against him.

he glances down at your figure, “are you going to?”

you look up at him, brows furrowing in concern. he hates when people look at him like that, yet he doesn’t mind when it’s you (he knows that you never hold any malice behind it).

you nuzzle your cheek into his chest, arms wrapping around his torso.

“i don’t think i want to.”

he wonders if you can hear his heart pounding in his chest. you wonder if he can feel yours.

“are you sure it’s not gonna backfire?” he clears his throat.

he can feel the smile that grows on your face (and soon, one tugs at the corners of his lips).

you wrap a leg around him, “it hasn’t backfired so far.”

“but it might,” he says, playfully pinching your thigh.

you look at him, a knowing glint in your eye, “it won’t.”

he gulps. he knows you’re right. because there’s too much love for you that’s already flowing through his veins.

you softly smile at him, pressing a kiss against his jaw. he kisses the top of your head.

“you’re right,” he says, voice barely above a whisper, “it won’t.”

he smiles at you, “‘cause i already love you too much to let that happen.”

[mortedeveles]

breathless | kenma kozume

summary: in which kenma reacts to new manager! reader who has him instantly falling in love hehe

pairing: kenma kozume x manager! reader (gender neutral)

tags + tw’s: mentions of anxiety, cursing? kenma drooling over reader and that’s it! [DRABBLE] 

wc: 736 words

a/n: okay so this is a request from yams...from my 100 followers event which i never got to answering, so i’ll be doing it for my 500 followers event LMFAO (which is now closed, this is the last request i’ll be answering!)  

anyway, i hope y’all will enjoy and pls reblog + comment! <3

"Guys! I want you all to meet Y/N L/N, our newest and second manager for the team." Kuroo's grinning as he gently nudges the student forward, and everyone's eyes immediately snap to them. 

Kenma doesn't raise his gaze from his console. It's not like he cares that much either way. He just wants practice to end soon so he can go home and take one long fat nap. 

There's sweat dribbling down his forehead and his chest slightly heaves, still recovering from the intense training. Kuroo gave them five minutes of break and decided to leave and return with the new manager, and Kenma questions his timing but decides to say nothing.

Immediately, his entire team reacts. Kenma doesn't have to look up to know that his teammates are tripping over their feet to approach the manager.

"Woah! A new manager!" He overhears Lev shout with delight, while the rest of the guys break into murmurs and gasps. Kenma silently pities the new manager, knowing they're probably overwhelmed by the group of hyperactive teens. 

And maybe he does it out of his silent pity or just curiosity, but Kenma decides to lift his head. He scans the volleyball court until he sees his teammates clustered in a group, and then he spots you- the new manager.

The moment his eyes meet yours, he feels like all the air in his lungs has been sucked. His heart speeds up, and he feels sweat begin to collect in his palms. 

You smile and wave at him, and Kenma feels like he's going to pass out. Holy fuck. Is it human to be able to look that beautiful?

"Are you going to keep staring at them like a creep or are you going to talk to them?" Kuroo's teasing voice has Kenma flinching, eyes wide with surprise. How did he get here so fast? Clearing his throat, Kenma tears his gaze off you and tries to pretend like he wasn't practically drooling just a few seconds ago.

"I wasn't staring at them," Kenma mumbles as he rises from the court's floor and tucks his gaming console in his pants pocket, refusing to meet Kuroo's eyes. He knows the boy is smiling smugly.

"Of course you weren't," Kuroo's teasing tone makes him want to punch him. "C'mon, I'll introduce you to them." He's dragging Kenma away before he can protest, and his teammates step aside to make way for them. Kenma swallows nervously, trying to keep his anxiety at bay. He decides to stare at your sneakers while Kuroo introduces him, and a sliver of shame sinks in his stomach.

"Hey, Y/N! This is our setter, Kenma Kozume. We like to call him the heart and brain of our team." Oh my god. Kenma wants to crawl into a hole and die. 

As his teammates snicker and laugh at Kuroo's words, Kenma decides to raise his gaze. You're already looking at him, a soft smile on your lips.

"Hello, Kenma. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"Hello," He tries to keep his voice as clear as possible, mentally patting himself on the back when the word leaves his lips without a single stutter or mistake. "It's nice to meet you too."

"Y/N! Come watch me do this super cool trick!" Lev quickly steals away your attention, but Kenma doesn't mind. He needs a breather. 

Kuroo and Kenma head to sit on the bleachers as they watch their team goof around, but Kenma only focuses on you. You're smiling and laughing at Lev and Yamamoto's antics, and the sound of your laughter is nothing like Kenma has ever heard before. It feels like a warm hug, melodious and comforting.

"Damn. You've only known them for a few seconds and you're already in love, eh?" The wry grin Kuroo shoots his way has Kenma's face heating up as he stumbles over his words, trying to deny it vigorously. 

"What-no! What are you talking about!?" He makes sure to keep his voice down, afraid of you overhearing Kuroo's suggestive words. 

The raven head snickers, amused at Kenma's reaction. "I'm joking. But seriously, you're interested in them, aren't you?" Kenma's heart races in his ribcage. For a split second, you look in his direction, smiling. You wave at him, and he hesitantly waves back.

"Yeah," Kenma looks away before he does something stupid. He tries not to smile like an idiot. "I am."

i hoped u enjoyed this short drabble!! please REBLOG + LIKE + COMMENT if you enjoyed <3

[missmorosis]

crying in their arms

-> feat. oikawa and bokuto

genre: comfort :)

w/c: 0.7k

warnings: crying :(

a/n: this was literally written on impulse and it wasnt proofread AJKFDK IM SORRY- but im writing this because wow the discourse is real, i changed the reason to be a failed test tho so i wouldnt be as direct jkFSJK

this could have been done so much better maybe ill rewrite it?? dk but this’ll do for now :)

ily guys

God, you were tired. Tired of school. Tired of this façade you had going on, trying to convince others that you were okay. Tired physically. Tired of talking. Tired of having to take care of yourself. Just plain tired.

With the added weight of a failed test on your shoulder, it felt like everything was over. All those days spent in endless preparation led to an F. What were you gonna tell your boyfriend, who had been helping you study day in and day out?

oikawa tooru

When you got home, you immediately plopped onto the couch, sighing. Hoping Oikawa wasn't home, you knew you weren't ready to face him. But alas, there he was, standing in the kitchen with a bright smile in greeting.

"How'd your exam go?" The question itself was innocent, but it struck you in the heart. You didn't need another reminder that you failed, but here it was.

When you didn't respond, Oikawa's smile faltered.

"What's wro-" he was ready to ask, but stopped when he saw the tears forming in your eyes.

"I'm-" Your voice broke as you felt your eyes sting with the feeling of pain. You finally snapped because of one question, and you were ready to break down. "I'm trying, Tooru," you yelled desperately, as if he wasn't going to believe you. "I'm trying, but I'm tired."

You felt your eyesight blur with unfallen tears gathering up in pools of pain; this pain was the same pain you had been gathering up inside you for days and it was finally making its way out. You were tired.

Oikawa froze momentarily before he grasped your body with no warning, pulling you into a tight hug, and you fell in with a gasp. You fell into the invitation, his familiar and comforting scent welcomed you and surrounded you. You sobbed into his shoulder and all he did was hold you even tighter.

"Hey, hey," his sweet voice whispered. He pushed you away slightly and turned your chin towards him, his heart straining as he gently used his thumb to wipe away a stray tear that had fallen. "I know you're trying. I'm proud of you, baby."

You sniffed, wiping away your own tears with a sleeve.

"I really am," he said, and you heard the small smile in his voice. "You have every right to be tired, okay? If you ever need some rest, I'm right here. Now, you’re going to sleep.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you into bed.

“I’m oka-” you started, pushing your way out of his grasp using your elbows.

“Sleep.” He pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you like a trap. Sleep was inviting; it was calling your name and you gave in. He was comfortable.

bokuto koutarou

You stared at the "F" on your paper; it was in a bright red ink that only made it easier for you to remember in your mind. The red was imprinted in your brain. However, once you heard footsteps coming towards you, you scrambled to hide your test behind some books.

"I..." Bokuto sang as he walked into your room with a smile on his face, "...got you strawber-" He froze at the sight of you biting your lips with small tears in your eyes.

With no hesitation, Bokuto dropped the berries in his hands and pulled you into his chest. He knows you're having a hard time, and he was right. Soon enough, you couldn't stop the tears from falling and Bokuto felt your chest gasp for air.

“Y/N!” He hugged you tight; Bokuto no doubt was a good hugger. His grasp was gentle, but firm, squeezing you tight in comfort.

“B-Bo.” He ran his fingers through your hair soothingly.

"It's gonna be okay, Y/N," he mumbled softly, his voice reassuring, and somehow when he said it with you in his arms, it felt like it was the truth, even if he had no idea what was going on. In the safety of his grasp and the comforting warmth of his body, you were free to let go.

He had zero idea what had happened, but to him, all that mattered was that you were okay.

"Kou-" you started, but he clasped a hard around your mouth so you couldn't tell him you were fine. You were thankful for that, however, because you knew you weren't fine, and you needed his company a bit longer.

"Shh, baby, it's okay! I'm here." He was right: he was here. You buried your face deeper into his chest, and his only reply was a tighter hug. He didn’t let go, until you completely stopped your tears.

“Thank you.” You sniffed, and he kissed the remaining tears on your cheeks away. 

“If you feel better, you can have some strawberries and we can talk about it?” You nodded and he insisted on feeding you your strawberries, even when you said you got them yourself.

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messenger | oikawa tooru

pairing: oikawa x gn!reader word count, genre: 1.1k words. fluff. warnings: none! summary: oikawa is popular and, unfortunately, you're the one who's always giving him presents from his admirers.

“Excuse me. Can you give this to Oikawa?”

You’re stopped by an unfamiliar voice just as you were about to enter the classroom. Turning to the side, there’s a girl holding a paper bag. Her head is slightly bowed as she waits for your reply.

“What’s your name and class?” You pry the gift from her hands. Peeking inside, there is a box with cupcakes topped with colorful frostings.

She beams and an excited energy surrounds her. “Mayu! I’m from Class 2-B!”

The bell loudly sounds through the speakers, signaling the start of the day.

“I should go.” She grabs your hands and looks at you hopefully. “I’m counting on you. Thanks!” She turns on her heels and runs to her room which was probably located below the seniors’ floor.

It was the fourth time that week that someone had asked you to pass something to Oikawa. Sighing, you make your way to his desk and drop the bag on the table.

Startled, he pauses his writing and looks at you wide-eyed. Before he could say something, you point to the item in front of him.

“Mayu from Class 2-B asked to give this to you.”

It took everything you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. It was getting ridiculous at this point. Couldn’t his fangirls find someone else to bother with their requests?

Oikawa chuckles, “Another delivery, huh?” He takes the box out and admires the sweets. “Would you like to try some?”

This time, you couldn’t stop yourself from scoffing. “I’m going to my seat now.” As you turned your back and walked away, you could hear Oikawa teasing you about how you’re probably missing out on the best cupcakes ever made.

Luckily, the teacher came in before you could even hit him with your bag.

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“Next week, we’re having an activity in pairs. I want you to decide on your partners already so we can save time in class.”

The class erupts in cheers and the students are already talking over one another before the teacher could even finish her announcement. She tries to silence everyone but to no avail.

To her luck, the lunch bell chimes, and everyone stands up almost too quickly as they say their goodbyes and vacate the laboratory. Just before she exits the room, she reminds you to collect the papers and drop them at the faculty.

Which is how you found yourself currently alone at the room, going over the names written in each of them to make sure everyone has turned in their assignment.

“Aren’t you going to eat?”

You hear his voice as Oikawa plops himself beside you. He moves closer with absolutely no regard of space between the two of you.

“What are you doing here?”

“What are you still doing here?” He retorts, opting to place his arm on the table and rest his chin on his open palm.

“I need to submit these papers first.” You pause in your task to glance at him. “Did you already send yours in?”

He surprises you when he dramatically slams the table. “Of course, do you think so lowly of me?” A hand goes to rest on his chest, his head hangs low as he feigns betrayal and pain.

You stare at him unamused, “You’re a terrible actor.”

He grins, a playful glint behind his eyes as he watches you. “So are you.”

Oikawa stays rooted in his position as you gather the papers. He follows your every move and when you’re about to head for the door, he grabs your wrist and pulls you back to his chest.

He hums as he wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck as he breathes in your scent.

You tense under his clutches but eventually relax when you realize that it was only the two of you in the room. Hidden from the prying eyes and judging whispers of the student body.

In his arms, you were safe.

“How were the cupcakes earlier?” You joked as you got comfortable in his embrace. Oikawa laughs and separates himself from you, turning you to face him and you stood under his gaze.

“It was the most delicious cupcakes that I’ve ever tasted,” he chides. “Honestly, it made me realize that yours could use more work. You should get some tips from... Wait. What was her name?”

He’s backing away from you the minute he catches your eyes narrowing. Oikawa could practically feel you seething with annoyance and he was right when you started advancing towards him and punching his arms.

“Was it Yumi? Or Kimi?” He sputters out as he’s doubled in laughter.

“It’s Mayu!” You almost shout before groaning and stomping away, but he catches you once again.

“If you loved those sweets so bad, why don’t you go to her right now?” You try to look at anywhere but him.

But he’s already cupping your cheeks, his voice low when he confesses, “Why would I do that when I’ve got my perfect, smart, and extraordinary partner right here?”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere.” You scoff, remembering how it was the same exact words he’d used when he first admitted his feelings for you.

“It already worked though.” He presses a kiss on your forehead. “I have you.”

You were speechless yet again. Flustered at his words which Oikawa always knew had an effect on you.

“God, how would your fangirls react if they found out you were this cheesy?” You run your hands along his chest, smoothing out the creases in his shirt and fixing his collar.

“Well, they wouldn’t because I’m yours. You’re the only one allowed to hear my corny jokes and pick-up lines.”

You found yourself laughing along with him in the middle of the quiet room. Being with Oikawa definitely wasn’t easy, especially when no one knew that he was already off the market.

The constant favors from different students from different classes. The weekly rumors that would pop up about him being seen with other people. About him being confessed to almost every day.

However, one thing kept you sane and it was him. Next to volleyball, the other thing he loves is you.

When he brought up the topic of keeping your relationship on the down low, you had your doubts whether he really wanted to be with you. But as someone who has all his business known to the public, you were the one thing he wanted to keep for himself.

Moments like these, when you would be hiding from others and stealing kisses and touches, belonged only to you and him. Oikawa savored these little things and so did you.

“I really should go give this to the teacher already,” you muttered. “Are you still coming by the house after practice?”

Oikawa detaches from you and heads to the door to exit first. “Yeah, want me to bring anything?”

“Just bring yourself.”

He smirks, “See you.”

I love you, he mouths. He doesn’t even wait for your reply anymore as he leaves the room because he knows.

You love him too.