#if u know me this should be obvious but like. suga IS good for oikawa. he reminds him to take care of himself etc etc but iwa thought maybe

[monstrsball]

iwaizumi meets suga and thinks he's going to be a good influence on oikawa but actually suga makes him worse (positive)

[haikyuuphilia]

hey! ur hcs are super cute 🥺 may i request hcs of who would be the most willing to do a chapstick challenge (where u put on different flavors of chapstick and they have to kiss u to find out what flavor it is)? thank u so much <3

ofc!!! <3 ranked them from most to least likely + this turned out mildly spicy <3

haikyuu boys do the chapstick challenge with you ♡

→  OIKAWA is the one to recommend it to you. he has both of you take turns doing each flavor. after layers of cherry and mint chapstick, you both get competitive about it, demanding rematch after rematch with more and more kisses.

→  ATSUMU is suspiciously enthusiastic about it. in reality, he’s using the challenge as an excuse to kiss you as much as he wants. the feeling from guessing correctly is almost as good as the rush he gets when his lips meet yours.

→  BOKUTO just really likes the flavors he gets to taste while kissing you. soon enough, he stops guessing and starts ranking which ones he likes best, but his hands and mouth start roaming places other than your mouth. 

→  SUGA is unusually good at guessing the chapstick flavors, even the flavorless original one, and he won’t stop smiling during the kiss when he figures out which flavor it is. “sweet,” he says. the look in his eyes tells you he’s not talking about the flavor.

→  HINATA gives you quick pecks because he’s embarrassed, but he puts genuine thought into guessing the flavors. he likes the coconut flavored chapstick but keeps on kissing you over and over, claiming he can’t tell the difference between some of the other flavors.

→  KUROO agrees immediately – who would pass up this opportunity? – but he’s very flustered at first. he recognizes all the flavors at once, but he purposely guesses them wrong so you’ll let him kiss you again.

→  IWAIZUMI laughs at you after you do a few rounds, saying, “come on, if you wanted to kiss me so bad, you could’ve just said so.” soon, you’re kissing even without any chapstick on.

→  USHIJIMA doesn’t see the point, but he indulges you. he’ll rub his thumb over your lip where there’s some extra chapstick, then pull you in for a kiss by your chin. he keeps his eyes closed for a few seconds after you two pull away (and his mind’s not on chapstick).

→  OSAMU tells you that your lips taste good. you swear that the room heats up a few degrees when he pulls away after each round, eyes half-lidded, licking his lips and smirking at you.

→  DAICHI thinks it seems like a fun way to pass time. it’s less fun for him when he’s trying to hold himself back from knocking over the lined-up chapstick and simply making out with you.

→  AKAASHI comments on which flavors he likes the best, saying his favorites are honey or vanilla or pomegranate. you realize that he seems to like every flavor; he laughs and says they all taste good when they’re on you.

→  KAGEYAMA is comically bad at guessing, and even though he recognizes your go-to chapstick immediately, everything else stumps him. he’d usually get sick of games he can’t win, but for some reason, he keeps on doing this one.

→  SUNA agrees, but both of you know that he’s doing it just so he can kiss you as much as he wants. he keeps on saying he didn’t get a good taste of it the first time around – can he try again?

→  SAKUSA is averse to the idea at first. after he gives in, you can tell he likes when you wear mint chapstick, and you’re not sure if your lips are tingling from the flavor or the sensation of his lips against yours.

→  KENMA agrees, though he makes it clear that it’s only because you want to do it. accidentally initiates a deep kiss because he’s trying to use his tongue to taste the chapstick, but neither of you mind.

→  TSUKISHIMA is good at the game, but it’s obvious that he likes the kissing more than the guessing. the last flavor you try is strawberry, and he murmurs “you should wear that one more often” before leaning in for another kiss.

[oilivia]

dating the Haikyuu boys as.. zodiac sign stereotypes

a/n: it seems this year i’m all for trying new things and making weird banners. i’m honestly not sure if anyone else did it before, i tried looking it up but i haven’t seen any posts.

this is pure fluff and a bit of crack, headcanons of some of the Haikyuu boys as their respective zodiac sign based solely on my experience with said signs and their personalities. 

don’t take this too seriously please! but if you want to come for my head, my asks are open.

Characters: Yuuji Terushima, Satori Tendou, Koushi Sugawara, Tooru Oikawa,  Wakatoshi Ushijima, Koutarou Bokuto, Atsumu Miya, Tetsurou Kuroo, Keiji Akaashi, Tobio Kageyama, Rintarou Suna, Kiyoomi Sakusa

CW: fluff, some crack, mentions of kissing and sex (but nothing explicit), PDA, sun sign stereotypes, my own interpretation

Wording: 1.3k

♡ Aries - Yuuji Terushima

spontaneous dates. 3 am “u up?” calls. play fighting. running naked on the beach at midnight. 

“Be ready in 10, we’re going on a picnic.” You take a look at the clock, Saturday, 2:14am. He’s there in 7 minutes, not 10, grinning as he watches you sneak out of the house. “I brought pancakes” he announces as he takes your hand and pulls you into a kiss. An hour and a short climb later, you’re lying in the grass at the top of a hill, watching the way the stars dance above your heads.

♡ Taurus - Satori Tendou

leaving you the last bite. netflix & chill. massages. sleeping in on the weekend. fine chocolate and good wine.

The delicious smell of your favorite food fills your nostrils. The room is dark aside from the candlelight, an open bottle of wine resting on the table. “I thought I’d do something special for you, I know you had a long week.” You giggle - any excuse for Tendou to treat you like a princess. Was that a chocolate cake on the counter? You hummed with appreciation when you felt his lips place a sweet kiss on your cheek.

♡ Gemini - Koushi Sugawara

driving around town. making out for hours. late night chats. singing at the top of your lungs. sexting 

“Can I open the window?” you ask with an innocent smile. He chuckles “Can I stop you?” You roll it down, your head poking out. The cold air of the night hits your face as you sing at the top of your lungs. Your eyes are fixed on Suga’s, ear to ear grin on your faces. You mess up the lyrics, throwing you both into a fit of laughter. “You’re so pretty” he says as he ruffles your hair when you get back in your seat. 

♡ Cancer - Tooru Oikawa

stargazing. breakfast in bed. saying “i love you” too soon. taking care of you when you’re sick. cupping your cheeks as he kisses your nose.

“What’s so amusing?” you question, raising an eyebrow. “You just look so cute when you’re angry.” You scoff, turning your head to hide your smile. It was just like him to say something stupid and then tease you when you got angry. He knew you couldn’t stay mad at him, not when he made that pouty face “Buy me another ice-cream if you want me to forgive you for dropping this one, Tooru.” “Anything for you, sweetness!” 

♡ Leo - Wakatoshi Ushijima

fancy restaurant dates. surprise gifts. compliments. weekend trips. taking pictures to remember your smile.

“What are you hiding?” you smirk, your hands reaching for the small box Ushijima holds behind his back. Your eyes widen when you open it “How did you know?” “I noticed you looking at it when we went out. Let me see how it looks on you.” He takes the necklace, fingers gently brushing against your soft skin as he clasps the necklace around your neck. “You look perfect,” he states as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

♡ Virgo - Koutarou Bokuto

laughing until you cry. good morning kisses. cooking together. picking you up and throwing you on his shoulder. 

You let out a startled cry when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist and lift you up “Gotcha!” he laughs in your ear as he holds you tight, even as you struggle to escape “Kou, put me down” you demand, your tone amused - you were used to his antics. “Only if you give me a kiss first, I haven’t seen you in forever” he pleads as he turns you around “If by forever you mean this morning.” He bends down, eyes to your level, as he waits for you to close the gap and kiss him.

♡ Libra - Atsumu Miya 

flirting and teasing. making out in the club. playful pranks. dancing in the living room.

Not even the nights when you wouldn’t go out were boring, not with Atsumu. You sit on the couch as he watches a volleyball game, your eyes glued to a book. He changes the channel and hears your favorite song play. He grabs your hand “Dance with me,” he’s smiling, a wicked glint in his eyes. Could you refuse? You get up, your feet carrying you across the living room floor as you dance. Soft kisses find your lips whenever you giggle.

♡ Scorpio - Tetsurou Kuroo

passionate kisses. falling in love with your eyes. finishing each other’s sentences. fight and makeup. watching the sunset.

“Move faster, old man, we only have 15 minutes left till the sun sets” you tease with a grin. He sighs audibly, feigning an exasperated look “Carry this old man to the top if you’re so enthusiastic!” “I’ll leave you here then, Tetsu-” you squint your eyes before you start trekking again. He’ll catch up eventually, he couldn’t be that tired. “Hmm, if that’s how you want to play” you hear him snicker “Last one to the top carries the backpacks!” he exclaims as he starts running, almost passing you before you join in.

♡ Sagittarius - Keiji Akaashi

playing devil’s advocate. forehead kisses. talking about the universe. dancing in the rain. exploring each other’s hobbies.

Your fingers brush as you reach for the same book. “Please, go ahead” Akaashi says, soft smile dancing on his lips. “Oh, I couldn’t possibly” you reply in an excessively polite tone. You gasp, feigning outrage when you see him take the book from the shelf. “It’s for you, miss” he hands you the volume as he plants a kiss on your forehead, only to pull it away from your grasp with a chuckle. “But I think you can wait a bit more, let me buy it for you, love” he takes your hand, heading for the front of the bookstore. Leave it to Akaashi to make you fall for him all over again.

♡ Capricorn - Tobio Kageyama

power couple. expensive gifts. dark humor. overseas trips. playing with your hair. inner wrist kisses

“You look breathtaking!” Kageyama compliments you when he sees you dressed for the party. “I will need to keep an eye on you, don’t want anyone to steal you away.” “As if anyone could,” you smile when you see him drink in your image, his eyes scanning you head to toe. “But we should get going, unless you want us to be late” “Let them wait, I want to admire my princess”. You feel your skin getting hotter at his words. Maybe you could be late this one time.

♡ Aquarius - Rintarou Suna

blasting music. buying snacks in the middle of the night. foreign movies. aesthetic pictures. witty comebacks. 

You stopped running, hand on your stomach as you laughed, struggling to catch your breath. “Rin, wait” you shout, prompting Suna to turn back and look at you. “What? Can you still run? The store will close in like 4 minutes. Want me to go ahead?” You start laughing harder at his confused expression, watching his brows furrow deeper. “I forgot the store’s open 24/7 now, they changed it last week.” “Are you trying to tell me we sprinted for no reason?” “Bonding experience?” He starts chuckling as well, pulling you into a kiss “Bonding experience.”

♡ Pisces - Kiyoomi Sakusa

roasting each other. falling in love at first sight. neck kisses. midnight strolls. showering together. doing your skincare together.

You feel your body shift and you open your eyes, only to realize Sakusa is carrying you. “You fell asleep on the couch, I’m taking you to bed,” he whispers as if afraid he’d shake the sleepiness from your eyes. “But I haven’t taken off my make-up, Omi” you mutter as you wrap your arms around his neck lovingly. “I’ll take it off for you after I tuck you in, I know how you do it,” he presses a kiss on your forehead as you nuzzle your head against his neck. “I love you so much, Omi” “I love you too”

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[frogtanii]

Wind anon’s reaction to “xxiii. exiled” in PF! Two days late; but here! Okay, I’m just gonna dive right into it

Iwaizumi starting off strong with a “anyone mind telling me what the (fudge) just happened” (yes, wind anon tries not to curse. It’s a thing). The irony is that he was there the entire time. So he may have saw YN barge into Meiko’s room. He may have heard YN call Meiko a female dog. But he also heard and saw Meiko slap YN first. So it’s honestly amusing that he’s the one asking what happened. I guess he’s in disbelief sure... but is it rude for wind anon to like him not knowing what’s going on? Because this means he has to know what happened before YN got slapped. What caused her to be so angry at Meiko? What did she whisper to Meiko? Iwaizumi is in the best place to get on YN squad right now and that is the most ironic thing I’ve seen so far. But moving on...

Meiko... you made it physical first... YN’s been carrying the entire house so hard that there is no way she isn’t strong as heck. Suga’s POV was indeed simping for YN but I might write another poem just on YN’s eyes. Every day we are reminded of YN Supremacy. But back on track, Meiko’s text really does match the fact she had mascara running down her face and she is a mess. I’m impressed by her usage of the emoji actually, because I didn’t think she would be able to see well enough to type up messages in her state. Oh wait, is that too mean? Wind anon always has underlying salt...

YN!! Our queen, angel, love of our lives, you make us so so happy— her messages...from “funny you would bring up that word” to “it’s a promise”—YN is so hot. So cool. As a villain, she would steal the show. YN as a villain would be millions of times more attractive than Meiko— YN with smoky eyeshadow, sleek eyeliner, and mascara, with reddened lips—please, she would be too dangerous for our hearts I cannot—

Okay, I could go in forever with YN appreciation but I already wrote... what is this, 3 paragraphs on just the first image so wind anon has to move forward haha. Osamu telling Atsumu to “put yer girl on a leash” and I’m like, eyebrow raise and scoff, because Meiko has leashes on all of you and you shouldn’t have leashes in a mutual healthy relationship because you should have equal power, agency, and rights— cough cough, but Osamu did say YN was Atsumu’s girl so that’s amusing to me. I think it would be interesting to see his reaction when the whole truth comes out. He will feel inadequate compared to Atsumu surely. How...heartbreaking it would be...

Atsumu is number 1 YN supporter and it really shows. First, defending her autonomy and ability to do what she wishes, while also mentioning he is behind her, supporting her, and defending her. The back is an important place because if someone is behind you, it’s hard to see and defend. Atsumu being at YN’s back shows trust and reliability. YN believes that Atsumu will protect her and have her back.

Kenma’s snark with “u have eyes don’t you”. This connects back to the beginning with Kenma telling Sakusa about how he thought he was cool that way—really shows how they have grown from interacting with each other, you’re absolutely brilliant fr0ggy, imagine being able to convey this much character development from 5 words—you’re so cool!

Okay, Meiko being suspicious part... 21 or something. She is so obvious I cannot. She bring up calling the cops first, and now she is like “nope, no can do, let’s just keep it all quiet, nothing, no cops” I am baffled. She is...not slick. Not smooth. But I give her the benefit of doubt and just say that she was too beat up after YN because I cannot believe her idiocy and I need this for my own sanity.

But I see Oikawa...I see him looking for logic. That’s good, very good, I’m excited. And Meiko’s response... how brash.

YN’s crew being all chill. Feeling myself be quenched. YN chooses violence and walks away beautiful. I bask in her glory. And Meiko trying to defend herself but YN really did hit her a lot so I don’t know how she can say that when there is evidence (her face) of her getting hit multiple times.

Daichi being “I’d love to see if YN’s reasoning for attacking you has merit” and I am like, tilting my shades down to be like “do you even see this?” I am... okay, moving on—

Sakusa! Omi! Sakkun—I love him so so much. I wanna trace all his moles and see if they can make constellations. Just imagine him tenderly holding your fingers in his hand while he dabs at your bruised knuckles.

Okay, I don’t want to get into the BS that is them deciding to exile YN to her room. There are ways to schedule for them not interact. Just give them different blocks for kitchen/living room or whatever. Meiko has a consistent schedule for her YouTube. YN has a decently flexible schedule. Iwaizumi is a hecking manager, there is no way he cannot plan this, and if needed Meiko or YN could get someone else to get them food or something so they don’t interact with each other. Oh well.

Meiko is like TNT...she blows everything up...kaboom. Her existence causes her own destruction... I am almost...awed? I also might make a poem involving YN’s past with Meiko and the psychology of Meiko because it is fascinating how she operates.

Blowing up at Iwaizumi and Oikawa who are part of your greatest supporters...she amuses me. Like a clown. A fool. But even jesters and fools require brains for jokes. I like seeing her get kicked off her thrown by YN.

Okay, this is it for my reaction to exiled, moving on to the next one rn!

wowie!! i gotta say, i now ship wind nonnie x yn, ur so v eloquent when u talk abt her it makes me so happy hehe <333

[dothewrite]

sooo i read all of ur scenarios literally under 30 minutes and i loved one of the first ones u did where their s/o thought the guys were gonna hit her? (is that worrying that i liked that) i mean i liked it in a sense that the guys reassured her etc and i was thinking if you could either do reactions or a scenario to when kuroo, oikawa, iwai, kyoutani and suga hit their s/o in the heat of the moment during a fight? like it doesnt have to be a heavy hit or just a harsh shove or something

I’m sorry for taking literal months to do this, and thank you for your patience! I took a more boys-oriented perspective this time, so I’m not quite sure this turned out how my original post was, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

He knows he playsrough sometimes. Kuroo’s not a naturally harsh person and to him, you’rethe one person besides his family that he holds closest to his heart because ofhow well you two fit together. The only way he knows how to go about that is tokeep you as close to him as possible and do his best to make your days a littlebrighter, a little happier.

Any dreams about himbeing your saving grace vanishes the moment he sees your expression when youfold into yourself at an angle, winded from the heavy hit of his arm againstyour collar. It’s not a punch, he knows, it’s not a slap either, but it’s contactthat’s hard enough to bruise and his image is beginning to blur from the sheenof tears that well up against your will.

“Shit-” hestarts forwards, his arm reaching out to you but it freezes in its place whenyou level it with an icy glare. Kuroo lets it drop to his side, limp anduseless, much like his mind, and his mouth opens and closes, mute and withapologies that struggle to surface all at once. He picks one, but it’sinadequate no matter how he turns it over over on his tongue.

“I’m sorry, I didn’tmean to,” he attempts, insistent and desperate, “fuck, how bad did Ihurt you?”

There’s all bone andlittle meat on you, and the imprint of his knuckles grows a little pink on theedge of purple against the bare part of your chest. It looks like you gotmauled, even if nothing on your face will give away the pain, he imagines thaton himself and winces. Kuroo’s too afraid to spook you further so he staysstock still, but he aches inside when you take a protective step back from him.

“I’m okay.” You say,and his heart cracks from how readily you tell him. “I’ve had worse.”

“That…” he’s lost.He sees you shutting down in front of him, retreating back to some time whenthis was a regular occurrence- exactly what he wanted to save you from. “I’m sorry,I’m really sorry.”

You glance down atthe purple blossoming across your skin, and almost casually, you run a fingerover it. “It’s going to bruise,” you comment. Kuroo winces again at howcareless you sound, like it was nothing- like he was nothing, just arandom stranger who passed by and rammed their bag against you by accident.

It’s too obviousthat it’s not nothing, not when he shifts forwards, and you shift backwards.Almost in tandem; a dance where he’ll never be able to catch you back from whereveryou’re falling into again. He remembers the bruises you used to have that youcouldn’t explain, and he’s just given you another one, and although it’sunreasonable and he’s always reasonable, he feels the blame for allthose bruises that have ever come to pass fall onto his shoulders. It’s heavy,and he strains underneath it.

“I think we shouldtake a break,” you say as if this was a debate, rather than the discussion thatwould make or break everything, “I’m going to find some ointment, or something.”

You want to leave,he can see it in your eyes and the brusque way your mouth twists and yourforehead furrows- he doesn’t blame you, but he can’t. Kuroo already feels as ifhe’s suffocating, and something screams at him that if he lets you go throughthose doors, some part of the two of you will never come back.

“Wait-” he urges- hedoesn’t care about the way you flinch when his hand wraps around yours, nor theway you look avoid his eyes and stare at the part where the two of you touchlike it’s an infection- he presses tighter, until he can feel your pulseunderneath his fingers, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”

You say nothing, andhe comes closer.

“Will you,” healmost mumbles, and Kuroo never mumbles, “sit; I’ll get you something forthat.”

He doesn’t take hiseyes off you even when you sink onto the sofa, and he comes back with some ofhis muscle injury cream cradled in his hands. It’s cold when he dips hisfingers in and traces the ointment along the edges of your bruise and youshiver. It’s a small thing, just a tremble, but it’s strong enough to shake himtoo, and he’s hugging you before either of you feel the warmth.

“I’m sorry,” herepeats, and his chest thuds the same pattern of words against yours, “pleasebelieve me.”

He takes in thefirst breath in hours when he feels your own arms slowly, wrap around his backin return.

You don’t feel thepain until his grip relaxes- his broad hand wrapped around a frail lookingwrist of yours, pale from the sudden lack of circulation and your gaze follows Iwaizumi’sto your hand. He lets go as if he’s electrocuted, and your arm dropsunceremoniously back to your side as if it had never risen at all, save for theugly red mark around it in the shape of a handprint. A deliberatehandprint, and all that’s on his face is horror.

No, not at the thingthat’s marring your skin- he doesn’t believe that anything could ever mar you-but at his calloused, careless hand that put it there in the first place.

Brute,the voice in his head offers with a smugness that he wants to tear apart, allyou can do is spike, now look what you’ve done.

“Hajime?”

He doesn’t hear,because he refuses to be the one comforted right now- it just isn’t right.Iwaizumi has yet to look into your face to find out what kind of expression youhave on, but he has an inkling of what his looks like. Possibly as ugly as hefeels in this moment.

“I’m sorry,” hecroaks, voice low and harsh and it sounds more like an accusation than anapology, “I didn’t realize I was hurting you.”

“It’s alright-” youbegin, but whatever you’re saying isn’t registering, “I mean, it hurts but Iknow-”

“-I’m going to go,”he interrupts, and you find yourself at a loss for words because this is thefirst time you’ve seen Iwaizumi, the certain, always strong and steadyIwaizumi, look like the spirit of regret painted on a human face. You nod,because that’s the only thing you can do, and he feels grateful that at leasthe can bow out with a modicum of composure. The door closes behind him with amuted click, and he disappears down the staircase.

Perhaps it’s notwhat you deserve, nor is it the best conflict resolution, but he avoids you forthe next few days. It’s a challenge, because you’re acting like nothing’shappened, like it was a mistake and you even smile at him in the hallways, buthe can’t bring himself to return them. Nobody asks about why the two of youaren’t spending time around each other much, and Iwaizumi doesn’t notice thelooks either- he walks with his head hung low, his hands in his pockets, andfeeling entirely too downcast to return your smile.

What he does,however, is leave small things (ointment, snacks, post-it notes, sports drinks,bandages) where he knows you’ll find them throughout the day. He simply isn’tthe type to wallow in self-pity for long, but there’s something that alwaysholds him back, like he’s proven himself unworthy, from talking to you again,and he can’t help but be bitter about his lack of apology the day it happened.There’s no good way he can go about it, and even when he writes the post-itnotes, the emotions are kept bursting at the edge of the pen, and all hemanages to leave are instructions.

It hits day fourwhen he returns to his apartment to see you sitting cross-legged on asecond-hand bar stool, sipping a glass of his orange gatorade. There’s abandage on your wrist- the brand that he’d left by your desk a few days priorin silence- but he allows himself to pull away from that and meet your eyes.They’re a lot softer than he had anticipated, and his heart clenches at thetraces of forgiveness already given.

“Hey,” you offer awarm smile, “welcome home. I missed you.”

This was all what hewas supposed to say, yet they’ve found their way to him from your lips, andthere’s no battling against the tired laugh that pulls itself from his mouth.It’s half-hearted, exhausted, but it leaves a hint of a smile on both yourfaces because it’s better than nothing- better than radio silence for fourdays.

“Hello,” the wordfeels awfully unfamiliar in his ears, and he wishes he could say it a few timesagain for practice before you heard it. Still, he can’t deny the way he relaxeswhen he sees you, even if he’s unmoving as he watches you stand up and walkover to wrap him in a tight hug. “How’s your wrist?” He asks slowly, not quitesure if it’s him who needs the extra seconds, or you.

He can feel yoursmile against his shoulder. “It’s a bit bruised,” you answer, “but it’ll befine, with your ointment and your bandages.”

“Good,” he breathes,and lets it travel its course as you pull back to glance up into his somberface.

“It was anaccident,” you tell him again, “I’m alright, Hajime. I know you didn’t meanit.”

He takes your wristin his hands after a long moment, and turns it over with light fingers. Whenyou don’t pull away, and he doesn’t tense, he finally sighs, and nods with atentative smile.

Oikawa knowshe isn’t famous for his patience, but it’s hitting a record low when you’rewaving that piece of paper around in the air like it’s the fucking revolutionand why won’t you agree with him? It’s a close battle between angrytears and icy looks between the two of you, and he could be chanting somethingfrom a demon summoning and you wouldn’t be able to hear because your furiousvoice is ringing in his ears and he wants you to shut up.

He can’t force yourchin up so the sounds stop blaring, so he does the second closest thing. It’seasy as kicking a child because that’s what his biceps are built for, hittingthings, so he aims, reaches and with a satisfying slap, he smacks the piece ofpaper out of your hands.

He feels mutinous atthe way it flutters to the floor. He thinks it should sink, sink like thestupid weight that it is, but when he glances up at you with smug satisfactionthat there’s no more goddamn paper-whipping anymore, you’re several shadespaler than when he had looked down.

Oikawa frowns, andlooks down against for good measure. “It’s just a piece of paper,” he says. Hewants to snap, because frankly this whole fight over chores is ridiculous, buthe can’t quite bring himself to sound cruel when you’re looking like he hadjust hit you.

He pales too. Well, fuck.

“Okay,” you reply,voice brittle and Oikawa can’t even remember what you’re replying to in thefirst place. “I got your message.”

He presses his lipstogether and marvels reluctantly over how composed and chilly you sound,because all he can see are wide eyes are tears and trembling lips. There’s onlytwo feet of air between him and smoothing all those creases away with hisfingers, but he doesn’t. It’s two feet he can’t find it in himself to cross.

“I wasn’t going tohit you, if that’s what you thought,” Oikawa tells you sharply, and your facecrumples further until all he can see is the ghost of the features that oncesmiled at him so brightly.

“You might as wellhave,” your voice tiptoes on the edge between sorrow and bitterness, and if theapartment wasn’t empty besides the two of you, he would have barely caught thewords, breathed out and never to be retrieved.

He watches wordlesslyas you turn away from him to pick up the abandoned paper and you smooth it invain against the length of your jeans. The sheet of paper feels infinitelyheavier now than when you had pulled it off the fridge, and you carry it backto your room and you turn the corner, out of sight, without another word said.

Oikawa finds himselftongue-tied and helpless, unable to come up with a single word about theredness of your hand. This is ridiculous, he repeats to himself, astupid argument over stupid things, and for a moment he pulls his backupright and he believes that you’re both better people than this. The firststep back towards the kitchen feels like shifting against Jupiter’s gravity,and his knees tremble when he sees the pile of dishes in the sink. You chosethose dishes together, preferring a whole set instead of odd additions in yournew apartment. Shared apartment.

Oikawa spares thedoor to your room a second glance. It’s not shut, and the weight of its silencewelcome sears into his back long after he’s turned back around.

Maybe he should washthem. The paper says it’s his turn, but he’s so tired from the long day afterpractice and class and he feels the familiar burn of indignation bubbling inhis chest, but it’s dies down when he sees the empty spot where the timetableshould be. Now it’s in your hands, in your room where you’re alone, and ifOikawa stops ranting to himself for a second, there’s the sound of muted cryingin the form of great, heaving breaths.

He picks up the lastclean mug on the rack, and fills it with the last of the coffee. Even if hisbare feet make no noise against the soft carpeted floor, if he can feel thevibrations, you can too. The laborious breathing slows when he approaches thedoorway, and Oikawa can feel your eyes on him long before he summons enoughcourage to meet them with his. A few more steps, just a few more, and you payno attention to the steaming mug set beside your lamp and Oikawa picks up yourhand in both of his and rubs over the soft ridges of your bones with carefulthumbs.

“Does it hurt?” Hemumbles guiltily. Your chilly silence doesn’t pause for air, and Oikawa acceptsthe answer for what it is. After all, he never was the brave one. That was allyou.

So he does the onlything he knows how without losing his nerve; he throws his arms around youbefore you can spot the angry tears running down his face too, and cries hisapologies into the dip of your sweater that you had stolen from his wardrobe.He can feel your muscles freeze from each brush he presses against you, but heholds on, like his Peleus to your Thetis, until his misery moves you toforgiveness.

The apology goesunsaid, having seeped thoroughly into dampness in your clothes, and you holdhim back.

His fist connectswith a solid crunch, and the familiar feeling of catharsis and righteousfury settles itself deep in his bones and Kyoutani sinks backwards onhis heels, readying himself for retaliation.

It’s not that hedoesn’t understand- he does, he’s been told about this countless times by hisfriends, his family, his teachers- but it doesn’t register in his mind until hedoesn’t get the punch he’s expecting from you, but you’re sitting, unmoving, onthe cool wooden floor and a shaking hand cupped to your cheek like a brokenbird. You’re crying, and his clenched fingers relax against his palm. Heconsiders offering a hand, but that’s too out of character, to strange for thiswhole argument that had been going exactly the way he had expected it to, untilnow.

“You’re crying,” hesays out loud, for your benefit, he thinks, but the only response is a brokensob and Kyoutani finds he can’t discern if it’s from pain or if it’s fromsadness. Thinking about the latter makes his chest hurt, and he’s lost; thishas never happened before. It isn’t supposed to be like this- it’s not hisfirst punch, for fuck’s sake, so what the hell was happening?

“Fuck you,” he hearsyou spit, and his fist tightens once again but his chest doesn’t stop hurting.In fact, it hurts more, but you’re rising to your feet with hatred scorchingthe edges of your gaze and you’ve stormed away before he can reach out to you.Reach out to ask you: why does it still ache?

Kyoutani makes nomove to follow you. He chooses to sink into the empty sofa instead, blinking atthe frame of your television and letting his mind rummage through his memoriesto find a reason why this was all going south. He’d asked his seniors before,and they had all told him that arguments were part of a relationship. Okay, hegot that part. So this was nothing out of the ordinary. Yet, minutes turn intohours, and he blinks again to realize that it’s past sunset and it’s too darkfor him to count the number of books on your shelf for the fifteenth time. Atleast he knows that most of his anger is gone, and his confusion paving way formore concise thought and he makes his way to the kitchen, flicking on a lightwhen he passes it.

This too, is afamiliar process as his he feels his fingers numb as he drops the ice cubesinto a plastic bag lying around and he ties a knot around it with the type ofease that only comes with practice. It’s possible there’d be bruising by now,and although ice wouldn’t make it any easier to look at, at least it would dullthe pain. Unlike his own.

He carries it to thebalcony where you sit, solemn underneath a set of dim lights from the apartmentnext door and holds out in offering without a word.

You take it, alsowithout a word. It’s late to soothe much, but the throbbing subsides and althoughyour fingers feel so cold they’re about to freeze off, you steadfastly keep thebag pressed against your cheek. You haven’t bothered to look into a mirror yetand no matter what you find, you know that it’ll pale in comparison to what’salready been done.

Kyoutani’s no closerto an answer outside than he was inside, but he keeps his feet still where heis and sways as the clock ticks the seconds passing. There’s nothing exchanged,but he feels like he’s on a stand, being judged by one who has his fate tied tothe noose. It strikes him that perhaps, this isn’t something he can fight hisway out of.

“I’m sorry.” It’srash and sounds more like a threat than anything, but he knows he’s on theright track when the pressure eases from his ribs. “I- It probably wasn’t agood idea. To punch you.”

“You think?”

Kyoutani shrinks,and his head ducks low. “This feels like admitting defeat,” he confesses.

“It’s not a fuckingbattle,” you snarl, your roles reversed, and Kyoutani takes a step back.

“Y-yeah,” hebreathes, and the ache rushes back anew, only now it isn’t from confusion, butrealization. If he thought that talking was difficult before, it’s a hundredtimes more unwilling now. “I’m sorry,” he offers again, this time genuine,enlightened, and he backs out of the small space to give you back yours.

Suga’svoice of reason tells him that it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t what he intended,he didn’t want to hurt you, but the thrumming in his blood overwhelmsthe small voice that pleads from somewhere he’d hidden behind bars for the timebeing. You were his voice of reason, you were what allowed him to be the dotingone, the silly one, the one who made you laugh at the worst times, but rightnow he can’t even bear to look at you.

He can only imaginehow much that hurt you- another thing he didn’t intend, but it’s happeninganyway and Suga’s screwing everything up so badly that he wants to beat himselfup and never see the light of day again. He can hear his mother knock on thedoor, asking if he’d like some food, but he can only muster enough energy togive her a weak dismissal. Her footsteps fade away slowly, like she’s turningback to stare worriedly at his door every two steps.

The stupid thing is,it’s been two days, and he still hasn’t been able to bring himself to show upanywhere near you yet. Each time any of his friends mention your name, all hecan remember is the way he had slammed you into the wall, a weak grunt and thedeafening silence that followed because it had been an accident, like he hadsaid, but there was such condemnation in both of your faces in that splitsecond that Suga thinks he’ll never, ever be able to forget.

So much forprotecting his girlfriend, for whatever he had promised when he had asked todate you.

He pushes back his coversfor a small pocket of air to finds its way into his cave of misery, and severalbuzzes comes from his abandoned phone by his desk. It’s with cold, clammy handshe reaches out and swipes to read them from the corner of his vision.

You need to see her,Suga, comes Daichi’s logical voice, you owe her atleast that.

She hasn’t said morethan two sentences to me, Noya’s message is seeped withfrenzy, are you guys still okay???

Suga, come on.Asahi’s message is the most damning of all of them, and Suga drowns in shame ofhis own making.

I’m sorry, hebegins to type, but deletes it quickly. I hope you’re alright, heamends, are you at home right now? He presses send, and waiting for yourreply feels like waiting for a jury’s judgement.

I’m at home,his phone buzzes and his gut sinks to his knees, are you coming over? I’lltidy up for you.

His hair’s more of amess than your place could ever be, but he makes the effort and after a jogthat strains at his calves more from the anxiety than the run, his knuckles rapon your door in jerky movements that feel like a stranger’s.

“Hi,” it’s watery,but it’s you on the other side of the thin space between the two of you andSuga can’t quite believe that you’re the one with the stammer and the nervousshaking in your hand. It takes more than he has, but he reaches out, and holdsit between his own just to stop the trembling.

You still, for amoment, but with your tenuous grip on each other, he’s guided with undeservinggentleness onto the empty sofa.

“Sorry-“ you begin,and he’s startled that it’s coming from you and not him. “I didn’t make it easyfor you to talk to me,” you smile after that, and Suga feels your breakingalign with his own, “will you sit?”

There’s nothing thatcould keep him from obeying you. He perches on the edge of the seat he didn’trealize he missed, and Suga grimaces when he bids the words come to his lips,and finds the call ignored. He takes another deep breath, and although he’ssure that they’ll be lacking, he drums up his own to give you instead.

“I shouldn’t haveavoided you,” his eyes drop to the slump your shoulders slide into, and herealizes that it must still hurt, “did I make you bruise?”

“Just a little,” youadmit, “but it was an accident, Koushi. I told you, remember? Before you shutdown and vanished.”

“Yeah, but-“

“You said sorry,”you press on with a firm tone; Suga knows when he’s outmatched, “that was thefirst thing you said, so it’s okay, apology accepted, alright?”

He doubts that he’llever feel alright about being physically angry ever again, but in the face ofsuch acceptance, there’s nothing he can do but capitulate, and clutches ontoyour hand as if it’s you who needs saving.

You only smile atthe strength in his hold, and turn his hand over in yours to lace your fingersback together.