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atsumwah · 8 months

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too pretty!

featuring : matsukawa issei the loml <3

notes : you're jealous your bf is too pretty

you're aware that your friends are very attractive.

oikawa's somewhat charming personality easily grabs a girl's attention, iwaizumi's buff figure immediately turns heads whenever he enters a room and makki had this boyish ruggish look that somewhat looks cute to some people. it's normal seeing them being hit on by girls and sometimes it's like a form of entertainment for you.

but your boyfriend on the other hand, now this is new.

you've been together since high school. you've always found issei attractive. he's not a smooth talker like oikawa, but his attentiveness and response when you talk to him makes you feel seen and heard. he doesn't seem as built as iwaizumi at first glance, but underneath those baggy clothes hid something you're glad only you can see and touch. he's not as easy going as makki, but the way he spontaneously shows up at your house at 3 in the morning when you're upset tells you maybe he's easy going when it comes to you.

so falling in love with him was inevitable because all the things he does with you and only you are attractive.

but you're not the only one who thinks that anymore.

see, after your boyfriend figured out his own style that weren't baggy clothes and instead fitted his physique and also found a way to style his usual mess of a bedhead into luscious curls, he suddenly became attractive to everyone around him.

and it pissed you off. he was always attractive without the sudden change but now its like that's all people see.

like when you visited oikawa and iwaizumi at the gym and the manager shamelessly flirted with issei the moment you left to greet them. or when you visited makki with him at the cafe he worked at and makki's coworker only paid attention to issei and completely ignored you. or when you were out grocery shopping and left issei for five minutes only to come back to a girl who had the audacity to ask if he was single.

so yeah you're pissed off. and there's only one logical way to fix this.

"what are you doing?" issei asks as you settle down on his lap and ruffle his already done up hair. "baby, i just fixed it."

"i know. i'm ruining it."

instead of being mad his hair is being messy, he raises an eyebrow instead. "but then we're gonna be late."

"you'll go out like this then."

he has this amused smile now. "okay, what's up with you?"

"nothing." you said, somewhat proud of your work. "just fixing you up."

"this is the opposite of fixing me up, babe." he took your hands and plants kisses across your palms, then he rests his own hands on your hips. "why are you making me look like i just made out with you? there are other ways to achieve that."

in another situation you would cave in but you had a mission. "you're too good looking. i'm trynna make you look less good looking."

this time, he laughs. "gee thanks babe. i appreciate the compliment."

"i'm serious." you pout, though issei just keeps on laughing. "you're too pretty and girls are swooning all over you and you don't even do anything about it."

"whoa what," he stops, eyes locking onto yours. "who's swooning over who now?"

"everyone is all over you. can't you tell?" you huff when you realize his bed head makes him look even more attractive. damn it.

"honestly no." he says simply. "and you're…jealous?"

"i'm not jealous. i'm pissed. there's a difference."

"pretty sure they're the same thing, babe."

you squish his cheeks, framing his face with your hands. "stop being so pretty."

he chuckles and brings his hands up to cover yours. "this is really bothering you, huh?"

"maybe just a tad bit."

"you know i only got eyes on you, right?" he takes your hands off and leans in so you both are nose to nose.

"i've been told so once or twice."

"once or twice?"

"maybe hundreds of times but who's counting."

"and you know im stuck with you forever, right?"

"mhm," you indulge him by wrapping your arms around him, "you better be."

"so there's no reason for you to get all jealous." he says, eyebrows raising up as if an idea popped into his head. "what if you just kiss me if that happens?"

"like stake my claim? what are we, animals?"

"i mean that's what i've been doing when guys hit on you."

"it is? wait, back up, when has that happened?"

"you're delusional if you think guys don't hit on you."

"they don't!"

"yeah well they don't get the chance to do it properly because my radar is just too good."

"oh my god, you're serious."

"deadass. and lemme tell you, it always works." he says proudly. "i get to turn you into mush and also send a warning to other guys. win-win situation."

"i do not turn to mush."

"really now?" he wiggles his eyebrows. "want a reminder?"

you think you've indulged him quite enough so you flick his forehead instead. he winces. good.

"so you don't mind?" you said, narrowing your eyes playfully. "you don't mind me staking my claim on you next time it happens?

"baby, please, I encourage it." he says, almost too quickly.

you giggle, feeling some sort of satisfaction that your boyfriend is all on board with you staking your claim in front of people. it should make you feel shy or embarrassed but it kind of makes you feel giddy instead. but he doesn't need to know that yet.

tempted to do a pt2 but it's just me reader making out w issei

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cottonlemonade · 1 month

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500 yen

warnings: Seijoh 4

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“Over there by the benches, 12 o’clock.”

“Oh, pretty.”, Makki said.

Issei emptied his water bottle in deep gulps. “I’m going in.” He slapped his cheeks with both hands and rolled his shoulders, then looked at his friends expectantly. “Say something encouraging.”

Makki inspected his hands. “Not a chance.”

“Nope, but I can slap you, too, if that helps.”, Iwaizumi offered.

“Thanks, I think I’ll pass.” Issei’s shoulders dropped.

“Of course it’ll be fine, Mattsun. You got this.”, Oikawa assured him.

Once his friend left he added, “500 yen, he gets rejected.”

“Yup.”

“I don’t know.”, Makki interjected, trying to observe the situation covertly while Iwaizumi and Oikawa just blatantly stared, arms crossed, “She might be into it. I mean, tall protective boyfriend is something girls like, right?”

The other two looked at him.

“Yeah I know, I don’t believe it either.”

“I can tell from here that she’s out of his league.”, the captain noted, tilting his head and letting his eyes wander over your curvy figure.

Then Makki grabbed his shoulder and Oikawa’s jaw dropped.

“No way she is giving him her real number.”

“I think she might be. Look at that blush.”

Iwaizumi grinned, never having doubted his friend.

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dira333 · 2 months

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What's in a scarf - Matsukawa x Reader

A/N: Roommates to lovers, Miscommunication, Angst to Fluff

Requested by @notsochillnerd

The girl is pretty, with soft blond hair and chocolate brown eyes that are now peering up at you.

“Hi?” You ask, stomach swirling with emotion. What is she doing here? Who is she? And, more importantly, who is she to Mattsun?

“Hi,” she chirps, holding out her hand, “I’m Yachi Hitoka.”

Your voice wavers a little when you tell her your name, but if she notices, she doesn’t point it out.

“Do you- uh, are you waiting- do you want something to drink, or?”

“Mattsun should be out any second,” there’s a blush forming on her cheeks as she speaks. Your stomach drops. They must be close if she’s referring to him by his nickname as well. But, doesn’t almost everyone?

“Ah, well, I guess… Do you want some coffee?” You step into the kitchen just to get away from her and the implications of her. You’re still wearing your coat, but you don’t want to go back out where she’s standing.

You make coffee, more so to distract yourself than to offer her.

If only Mattsun would reappear from wherever he’s vanished too.

The universe grants you this wish much too readily for how deaf it has been to your begging in the last months.

You can hear the front door open, can hear Mattsun’s voice before you see him, or before he sees you.

“There you go, Hitoka-chan,” His voice is warm and filled with affection. When you turn to look at them, your stomach flips. Mattsun’s tying a scarf around the girl’s neck, the color a familiar turquoise. It’s the one he brought back from Seijoh, a custom-made accessory everyone bought. It had been a whim of the Captain in his third year and he’s insanely protective of the piece. To see it wrapped around some other girl's neck makes you choke. You turn back to your coffee, wishing with all your might that it trickles down faster. You need to get out of here.

“Oh,” Mattsun’s voice changes. If it had been warm like a cup of tea before, it’s now smooth and deep and sweet, like drinking molten chocolate. He calls your name.

“Oh, hey.” You turn around. His brows shoot up at the sight of your forced smile… Or maybe it’s the furrow of your brows that sets him off.

He’s next to you in two big steps. “You okay?” He asks and you nod instead of shaking your head.

You’re not okay. But he’s got a pretty girl waiting for him, a girl he willingly gives his scarf to, a girl that’s prettier and daintier and just not you.

“I’m fine, just tired. Are you going out?”

“Are you sure?” His hand moves but you step back before he can touch you. Something flickers over his face but you don’t dare to follow it. You turn back to the coffeemaker, fill the drink into your travel mug, and straighten again, presenting it to him like the solution to all of your problems.

“Well, I’ll be going. See you around. Yachi-chan,” You nod in her direction as you rush out of the apartment.

Actually, you had planned to stay home. You had been dreaming of a cozy evening on the couch all day, the thought of a movie night cuddled up with Mattsun the most heavenly thing. But this isn’t going to be happening. Not tonight, and not in a while, it seems.

And isn’t that just pathetic?

That you can’t even begin to unravel yourself from him, that your mind doesn’t allow the thought of “Not him!” but instead clings to the possibility of “Not now!”?

“Are you sure you’re not just overreacting?” Your older sister asks an hour later.

You’re sitting on a park bench outside of the library. This one has the best view, even more so now that the sun is beginning to set and below you, the city turns into a canvas of twinkling lights.

“I’m not overreacting!” You defend yourself immediately. “You know how much this scarf means to him.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the only one in existence. It could be Makki’s or belong to one of the other guys that were on his team.”

“But she was so pretty-” You begin, only to be interrupted by her sigh.

“Haven’t I told you enough times already that you don’t have to worry about that? You’re the only one who thinks you look like a troll.”

“I don’t think I look like a troll.”

“Listen,” your sister’s voice suddenly gets that specific tone that tells you to listen up and behave and you straighten without really wanting to, “You need to go back and talk to him. And if I’m wrong in this, which I am not, you can have that dress of mine you always want to borrow.”

“For real?”

“For real.”

The apartment is quiet when you enter.

A quick check confirms your suspicion, Mattsun isn’t home.

You busy yourself with doing the laundry and even get rid of a fat spider hiding next to the washing machine. As you take a picture of your confirmed kill, a habit you’ve grown into ever since you moved in with Mattsun, you can’t help but feel the sadness crawl into your bones again.

It’s comfortable, sharing a flat with him. He’s clean, organized and he always pays his bills on time. The only thing he brings home - besides discounted flowers from the funeral home - is Makki and you’ve long grown used to their humor, awful Karaoke session, and the occasional bout of drunken weirdness.

You send the picture anyway, even though you should have let it live. It would serve Mattsun right to stumble across it in the dead of night.

But still… How can one not fall in love with him? That’s a question you still have not found an answer to.

You resume your task, get back to folding the clean laundry, still warm from the dryer.

Something turquoise peaks out of the mess and you tug at it, half expecting it to be Mattsun’s old team jersey.

But it’s not.

It’s a scarf.

His scarf, you confirm. His mother stitched his first name into it because he kept coming home with more than one, never knowing which one was his.

Your heart stumbles as your mind tries its best to catch on.

If this is his scarf, then….

You must have fallen asleep, drained from feeling too many emotions in one single day. You blink against the dim light coming from the kitchen only to realize that there’s a warm hand cradling your cheek.

“Mattsun?” You ask and he hums low in his throat.

“Hey,” He mumbles, dragging his fingers through your hair, “Are you feeling well?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you try to push yourself up but he settles heavy on your legs, keeping you down.

“Stay, please?”

“I can barely see you,” you point out.

He laughs and maybe it’s the lack of vision that enhances your senses, makes his voice trickle over your skin like the touch of a feather.

“Maybe that’s for the best.”

You huff and cuddle back into the pillows. The Couch lacks the abundance of your bed, but it’s good enough. Something soft is curled around your right arm and you nuzzle into it, recognizing its telltale turquoise color a little too late.

“Ohmygod,” you gasp, trying to untangle yourself from the scarf as quickly as you can, “I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s okay,” Mattsun’s hand is warm on your wrist. “It looked cute how you cuddled with it.”

Heat envelopes your face and you press your face into the scarf to hide from him.

You’re the master of lying to yourself, of letting insecurity overwhelm you, but even you have to acknowledge that this looks like more than friends.

It feels like more than friends too, has felt like that for months now.

Mattsun’s hand is on your back now, rubbing lazy circles into your skin. He seems to be comfortable sitting on your legs and maybe it’s that, this comfortableness and the fact that you can’t get away, that has you address what needs to be said.

“Mattsun?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you like Yachi-chan?”

“She’s nice,” he tells you quietly, “A little shy but she’s good for Kentaro.”

“Kentaro?”

“Mhm,” his hand stops for a second, “Did you not know-?”

You bite your lip, glad he can’t possibly see your face right now. But his voice is too soft when he speaks on. Either he’s able to see right through the thick fabric of his scarf or he knows you to well.

“Did you think I was dating Hitoka?”

“Maybe?”

His hand leaves your back. His weight leaves your legs. You try to swallow but only meet resistance.

Suddenly the room is flooded with brightness. You flinch back and blink into the light.

Mattsun’s in the door, hand still on the switch.

“I want you to see my face when I tell you this,” he declares with determination. “I’m in love with you.”

Your heart stops for a beat, only to resume it’s work with double the speed.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely!” There’s a boyish grin on his face now as he kneels down in front of the couch and pulls your hands out from under the scarf. “Who else will kill all the spiders for me?”

“You’re an idiot!” You scoff, unable to hide your own grin now.

“But you love me, right?” He asks, peering up at you. “Right?”

You nod, unable to speak. But Mattsun understands anyway.

He eases the scarf from your hands and wraps it around your neck, pulling you close by the ends until there’s nothing but a breath keeping you apart.

“I’d love it if you kissed me now,” he teases.

So you do.

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miyamoratsumuu · 10 months

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♡ 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬, 𝐰/ 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐!! ♡

pt. 1 - pt. 3

characters: t.kuroo, i.matsukawa, r.suna

note: implied fem partner for all of them, reader is implied as the character's girlfriend at the ending bonus, lowercase intended. pictures used are not mine, all of them are found on pinterest!!:) (there are only three characters on this one cause they're all so long JSAHKSJABD so buckle up babes hehe)

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KUROO TETSURO "you're more than enough for me, princess"

before the two of you even began dating, you already had a close friendship with tetsuro. you've spent nights together studying for an upcoming test, mornings greeting each other and telling each other to have a good day, and afternoons out and about. neither of you really cared if you felt like the sun was about to melt your skin off or the heavy downpour of the rain will leave you sick for the rest of the week.

and of course, once you did start dating, none of that changed at all. sure, a dash of romance was added, but tetsuro always flirted with you anyway. it didn't help that the two of you were sat beside each other in class. every ten minutes or so, you would find him slipping a small piece of paper onto your desk. the notes ranged from asking what the hell the person in front was talking about, to telling you how gorgeous you looked and asking if you wanted to have lunch with him later.

dates with him are often impromptu. you would wake up to a text from your boyfriend from two am earlier that day if you wanted to go with him later in the afternoon to a cat cafe he just found out about.

sometimes he wouldn't even give inform you that you're going out. you'd just find yourself being dragged outside by tetsuro who was rambling on about a movie he wanted to see for so long and that he wanted to watch it with you for the first time now that it was showing in cinemas. these antics of his never failed to surprise you, but most of the time, you agree nonetheless. that is except when you actually have something you need to do and finish.

the first time he suddenly held onto your arm and started pulling you didn't go as smoothly though. what can you say, he startled you. who in their right mind would just start pulling on your arm so suddenly while you were fixing your stuff in your bag? either way, tetsuro still whined about the now prominent red mark on his cheek, complaining that you slapping him across the face was uncalled for. but he immediately shut up when you promised to give him an ice pack and an evening of cuddles later on.

for the impromptu dates he wants to go on where he has to come over to your house, he always brings along a flower to gift to you. one day, you ask him why he constantly gives you a singular flower of the same kind and he just answers with "so once we've gone on enough dates, you'll have a whole bouquet of those. it would stand as a reminder on how many days we've spent together."

there are a decent amount of times too where you guys go out together but don't really have anything planned to do. so the two of you often just end up walking toward wherever your feet would lead you to. there was one time you two were walking on a street with almost no people around, when this man suddenly tugged on your hand that he was holding and twirled you around. later on dipping the both of you down and when you looked at him with wide eyes, he's already wearing a huge ass smirk on his face. after composing yourself from whatever just happened, the both of you continued walking. when you come across a cafe, restaurant, or shop that catches your eye, you could bet that he would be more than happy to accompany you inside.

when tetsuro's drinking something that you want a sip of, whether it's coffee, juice, or plain water, of course he'd let you. but before you could take the cup from his hands, he holds it out of your reach. and before you could protest and ask him what he was doing, he's already bringing the drink back down and holding the edge of the cup to your lips. "go on, take a sip babe". the first few times you two did this ended with you having a wet and sometimes stained top and tetsuro straight up laughing. you got the hang of it eventually though, and it's a usual occurrence for the both of you now.

you know how there are some official haikyuu art with kuroo and kenma where kuroo looks like he's been looking at kenma for a while? that's totally him with you. it doesn't matter what you're doing, really. you could be doing your hair, working on homework, making a sandwhich, heck you could even be ranting to him about a teacher of yours that was the worst and he'd still be staring at you with heart eyes. he thinks you're beautiful, after all. you could think otherwise, but tetsuro would always and forever do his best to make you see what he sees in you.

tetsuro is the type of guy who loves kissing you every chance he gets. well a lot of the hq boys are but him especially. not even a minute passes by of the two of you being with each other when his lips are already kissing your palm, the back of your hand, your knuckles, all the way to your forehead, nose, cheeks, and last but definitely not the least, your lips.

during days with snow, he enjoys making these sort of snow sculptures with you. there was one time where you ended up making a cat and he was so proud of it the two of you ended up taking dozens of pictures with the sculpture and ended up sending all of them to kenma almost immediately, bragging about how the two of you could be professional snow-cat builders at this rate.

like I mentioned earlier, tetsuro has this habit of passing you little notes when you're in class. that habit of his isn't restricted to that, though. it's often that you would find little notes taped to your things. some of your favorites wrote "you look pretty today. I like you in [your fav color]", "wear something cute later;) I'll pick you up at 6:00pm", "you're doing amazing babe! keep up the great work I'll always be right by ya" and of course, the original "I love you<3". sometimes he won't even bother to write it on a piece of paper and stick it to one of your things. he would just show up in front of you, your coffee order in hand. he hands it to you, wishes you a great day then walks off. you were confused at first but your expression was instantly replaced by a smile. the words "for the prettiest girl ever!" was written on the cover of your drink.

MATSUKAWA ISSEI "I'll be here for you no matter what, beautiful"

after a while of the two of you dating and once you're completely comfortable with each other, brace yourself because from now on you're issei's top priority. he'll do everything in his power to make sure you feel great about yourself, you're being taken care of, and that you have an amazing time whenever you're with him.

there's no specific explanation for it, really. issei really just loves having you depend on him. it doesn't matter if you're sick, struggling with something, upset, or feeling completely fine. he just wants to be there with you and for you. he's a middle blocker, so he's great at reading people. you're showing signs of needing a hug? he's already in front of you with open arms. you need fresh air and some time outside? he'll make sure to help you put on your shoes by tying your laces.

despite him loving the feeling of you knowing you could depend on him whenever, he knows to himself as well that you're someone he could lean on too. he wasn't used to it at first because for some time he was someone who always coped with his negative feelings by making jokes. and he would almost never take his feelings seriously because he thought it wasn't worth it. but slowly, you broke down those thoughts of his and made him know and remember that his feelings were valid no matter what. issei was barely ever vulnerable towards someone. and since then, you've been the only exception.

dates with issei are almost always adventurous in a way. you don't know how or why, but he somehow knows a lot of abandoned or rarely visited places around the area you're in. they just so happen to be the best places to have a late night date at, too. he would always make sure the both of you have a great time either way, though. when you had a date at a neglected playground with overgrown grass for fifth date, you ended up not being able to go on most of the playground equipment because of how rusty they were. except for the swings. surprisingly, two of them were still in great condition. you two made a bet on who could swing the highest. you almost threw up and even almost flew off the swing, but it was worth it for the money. after that though, you ended the night by sitting beside each other on a bench, silently enjoying each other's presence under the night sky.

and you couldn't forget the time he took you to an abandoned construction site. it didn't look like they were going to build something tall there from what it looked like. or they really did just give up on the construction early on. you didn't pay mind to that, though. what's important is the amazing pictures you and issei managed to take while you were there. who knew that an unfinished building would look great as a photoshoot background? did I mention it was a great place to play hide and seek in too?

when you two were out on a walk during a snowy day, you started shivering after a while from the cold. issei took note of this and stepped in front of you. you were wondering what he was planning this time, but the look of confusion on your face slipped away when he wrapped your hands in his large ones, almost completely covering them. he blew into his hands then rubbed them against yours. you were too focused looking at his hands that you didn't notice issei look back up at you. "there, all better doll?"

on days the two of you go shopping, you always end up bringing home things you didn't need at all but still loved anyway. this habit of yours began on a saturday afternoon when issei texted you saying that he was going to the store to buy some things he needed for a project and asked if you wanted to join him. you did, and while he was busy looking for the construction paper he needed, you were doing your own thing. you had found a section in the store that was specifically full of animal stuffed toys. there were dogs, elephants, giraffes, almost any animal you could think of. but the one you ended up presenting to issei and offering to buy matching ones for the both of you were stuffed mice. he didn't question the choice of animal, instead he agreed without hesitation.

this became a tradition for your relationship ever since. the small knick knacks that were displayed on the shelf in your bedroom served as clear proof of that.

issei is a ring wearer type of guy. he has a decent amount of rings stored in his bedside drawer, and always alternates between wearing each one of them everyday. on his birthday, you gifted him a ring. it was black, but had shine to it because of the small stones outlining it on both sides. issei never took such special care of anything else in his entire life. except you, of course. he promised himself to wear it everyday and never replace it for a different ring. if there was a time he can't wear a ring, (which is almost impossible but it still happens on some occasions) issei keeps a spare thin chain somewhere in his room specifically for when that happens. he slips the ring into the chain, then wears it around his neck. you told him you liked it better that way somehow because now the ring that you gave him is closer to where his heart is.

makki gifted you and issei the santa and reindeer cap during a christmas get together you had with the seijoh 4. he gave you those as a somewhat gag gift expecting both of you to never wear it. what he wasn't expecting though, was for you to post a picture on your instagram with issei wearing the santa cap and you wearing the reindeer one. you two slayed those caps btw.

cuddling with issei always makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside because of how perfectly his arms wrap around you. dare I say his arms that are big enough to rival iwaizumi's and bokuto's. when he hugs you, he squeezes you with just the right amount of force for you to almost physically feel all the stress from the past two weeks leave your body instantly.

this man is a completely soft gentleman at heart. behind that tough and strong front of his is someone that is so soft for the people that he loves. that means you. he's the type to open doors for you whether at the car, a restaurant, a store, even your own bedroom. before you step out the door to go out on a date, he gently holds your hand and places a kiss on your knuckles. and when you don't have a hair tie at hand when you're eating, he pushes your hair back and holds it in one hand so you won't end up with hair in your mouth or so it wouldn't dip into your food.

matsukawa issei loves looking into your eyes. he doesn't have a reason either, he just does. much so like how he loves being able to take care of you. you know that whenever he's about to kiss you, or when he has an urge to do so, he gets this look in his eyes while he stares right at yours. and he never fails to tell you how much you mean to him before and after a kiss, whether it's just a small peck or if it lasted more than a few seconds. once your lips seperate from his, you'll always hear a low "you're breathtaking, gorgeous".

SUNA RINTARO "you're the one for me, darling. the only one that I'll never let go of."

believe it or not, rintaro was the one who confessed first between the two of you. technically he was bugged about it by the twins until he had enough, but yeah. his confession wasn't a lovey romantic one too.

as you sat down on your desk after you came back from the cafeteria, you noticed a neatly folded piece of paper. at the top of it, it wrote "to: (y/n) from: sunarin". this was from suna? why did it have atsumu's writing then? you recognized it since you've been friends with him and his twin for a while now. plus, atsumu was the only person you knew that called suna, sunarin. you weren't classmates with any of them, so you assumed one of the three boys sneaked in your classroom while everyone was outside for lunch break. you had to stop your thoughts so you could actually see what was inside the piece of paper. as you unfolded it, you started to read what was written in a handwriting decent enough to be legible. "I have a crush on you, lol" with "international crush day" and "pls destroy after reading" written at the top and bottom of the paper. you didn't see this coming. at all. but you did your best to play it cool and set a reminder in your mind to talk to suna after dismissal. you definitely weren't going to follow what the note said at the bottom, too.

after classes, you made sure to have a chat with suna and talk about what was going to happen next. the two of you ended up planning a date that afternoon. and tsumu and samu definitely were not eavesdropping and hiding behind a bush the whole time. the rest of that day was history.

anyway, onto actually getting to date suna rintaro. the early dates you went on with him are the typical dates anyone goes on. movies at the cinema, dinner at a restaurant, an arcade at the mall, and an amusement park. even though those aren't out of the ordinary or extravagant in any way, he still made sure to make it special enough for the both of you to remember. because he may look like he doesn't pay much attention whenever you ramble on to him, but he does. he really really does. he would remember your soft murmur of thinking about how you could go to a carnival that just opened because it seems really exciting. and the time where in the middle of your rambling of how your week went, you mentioned what your favorite meal was at this specific restaurant. and with those tiny details, he makes every moment you spend with him a great time.

as time went on, the two of you grew more comfortable with each other, and slowly but surely, rintaro let himself become vulnerable with you whenever he needed to be. earlier on, you assured him that he didn't have to tire himself by exerting so much effort every time you two have to go out because him spending time with you was something you already appreciated a lot. since then, the both of you won't always actually go out whenever you want to have a date. instead, you would often be together at one of your houses to watch a movie or the latest episode of your favorite series, play a video game, card game or board game, or just lay together on the couch, content with each other's warmth.

since rintaro has finally let down his guard around you, prepare for weekly long nights of just talking to each other. it doesn't matter what you two talk about, rintaro just loves hearing your voice. and vice versa. every friday evening, the two of you could be wherever but you would always make sure to have your weekly late night bonding. you could talk about how your day or week went, a recent show that you started watching, the person that you swore on disliking for the rest of the week, and even what foolery the miya twins ended up getting into this time. sometimes you won't even have a specific topic, you would just start talking about anything that randomly popped into your mind. sometimes, rintaro would barely talk. but you didn't mind knowing that you have his full undivided attention no matter what.

he is def a strong music listener!!! he would share his playlists with you, and you would do the same. and when you do, he enjoys listening to your playlists so much. sometimes he would even end up listening to your music more than his own. you noticed this and thought it was really sweet. it also gave you an idea of what you could do for your date this weekend. on the saturday evening that same week, rintaro was confused as to why you were on your phone instead of spending one on one time with him. before he could question you, you were a step ahead of him. "what would you say if we made spotify playlists for each other tonight?" you asked him a little too excited. he was caught off guard by your request and your enthusiasm, but he agreed nonetheless. the thought of you making a music playlist dedicated specifically for him made him smile a bit. when the you and rin were done and exchanged the links for the playlists, the two of you immediately started listening to them. and discussing how each song reminded you of the other. both of you ended up listening to those same playlists every day for a whole month or so. and until now, both of you constantly still listened to those same playlists.

while you two were in the mall, you passed by a mirror in a store that seemed perfect for a mirror selfie. you called rintaro over then told him you two should take a picture. he stood beside you and you posed in front of the mirror, holding out a hand positioned into a half heart and gesturing for rintaro to complete it. as you pressed the button to take the picture, instead of doing a half heart on his hand to finish yours, he positioned his hand in a 👍🏻 beside yours. he chuckled at your face of betrayal then ruffled your hair. you got the perfect opportunity to get back at him when one afternoon in your bedroom. he posed the same half heart on his hand for your mirror selfie. but instead of a thumbs up, you put up a middle finger beside his hand.

while walking around busy streets side by side, he has your pinky wrapped around his while you're swinging both your guys' arms forward and back. rintaro isn't big on pda, but he isn't against it either. he likes showing off to others that you're his significant other, and that he's yours.

BONUS !!!

these three pictures are them. all three of them. yes, I do think they would have that t-shirt in the middle. all three of them would be fine wearing it in public but issei is the most confident one wearing it outside, maybe even tetsuro. and no one can convince me otherwise. (chat pictures are inspired by the ones I found on pinterest<;3)

the playlist part in suna's was inspired by @cloudsvna 's smau series 'perfect strangers' !!! it's an amazing series, make sure to check it out !!:)

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shojoisms · 2 years

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— [♡] 21:55 with Matsukawa.

just a lil drabble because I love this man, your honor + not beta’d just copied and pasted from my docs.

✩⡱ content+warnings: fem!reader, established relationships, vaginal penetration, size kink, creampies, pet names are used!

Your boyfriend watches in amusement — watching you huff and grunt as you struggle to sink down on his cock, both your hands placed on his broad chest to steady yourself as you try again.

“What’s wrong, bunny?” Matsukawa asks, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, his features doing nothing to mask that — yes — he does find your current dilemma amusing.

“Need a hand?” You roll your eyes as he places his heavy hands on your hips before you swat them away — the teasing lilt never leaving his tone.

“No,” You lift yourself up so that you're hovering mere inches away from Matsukawa’s thick, monster cock — the fat mushroom head bumping against your clit has you hesitating.

For a while, none of you say anything instead you retract one of your hands, stroking his cock for good measure. Matsukawa groans at the sensation, pre cum beading on the tip as you continue pumping him and slathering his shaft in his essence for extra help.

It’s not long before you’re aligning the tip of his cock with your awaiting heat — slowly but surely, his girth disappears between your folds. The stretch burns, although not unbearable, your boyfriend was huge. Way more endowed than most of the men you’ve ever been with, even rivaling half of your toy collection.

A string of curses spew from you both. “‘S fuckin’ big,” you hiss, your head laying against Matsukawa’s chest as he finally bottoms out.

“So fuckin’ tight,” He mocks back with a hiss, although with no malicious intent — you felt amazing around him, like you were made for him and he’s damn sure he’s gonna mold your pussy in the shape of his cock, ruining you for every man after him, has his balls tightening at the idea.

“Give me sec,” you breathe out, giving yourself time to adjust to the sheer size, and hefty weight of Matsukawa’s cock.

“Take all the time you need,” He hums, “not goin’ anywhere, not when your pussy’s clenching onto me like this,”

You can feel your boyfriend’s chest rise with laughter, as soon as your body gets accustomed to his you raise your hips, allowing them to fall back down upon his cock — his laughter catching in his throat as you clench around him.

Your pace starts off slow, teasingly slow, just to spite your boyfriend and he rolls his hips lazily in encouragement.

You relish in the way Matsukawa’s cock feels as you spear yourself upon it — his cock stretching the warm pouch of your cunt with each movement, as you force more of him inside you, making you feel full.

“Is—sei,” You drawl, Matsukawa can barely take it, he needs more — more than what you’re offering.

Taking matters into his own hands, he grabs you by your hips — palms planted firmly against you. You squeal in surprise as he lifts you up before slamming you back down on his length, his cock delving deeper inside of you as the tip hits against your cervix.

His pace is relentless, unforgiving, almost certain that he’s punishing you for teasing him earlier. “Fuck, f—fuck” you cry, your hands clawing at his back while your nails rake across his skin, leaving scratches across the surface.

He merely groans in response, unfazed by your actions.

It feels like your losing your mind as more and more of Matsukawa splits you open, he even shifts his hips to ram into your more sensitive spots with a calculated precision — determined to make you go dumb on his cock.

It’s not like he had to do much anyways.

Matsukawa’s not much of a talker when it comes to sex, but something about the way your hole keeps sucking his cock back in has him reconsidering. “You feel so fuckin’ good, shit”

Tears are beginning to form in the corners of your eyes, your vision going hazy as the last remnants of your sanity fades away. “Like you were made for me, bunny,”

Your lips fall open, as more moans roll off your tongue. You’re close — the coil in your tummy growing tighter.

Matsukawa knows it, he can tell by the way your walls flutter around him — clenching, and squeezing his cock as you finally cum.

You fall slack in his embrace, although it does nothing to hinder him — he continues bouncing you up and down on his cock as if you were weightless, weighing less than a doll. “Almost there,” he grunts, and it’s not like you could really comprehend what he was saying anyways.

And with a few more rolls of his hips, his cock twitches and pulses inside you, signaling his end as he spurts thick ropes of semen along your walls until you’re completely overfilled, leaving some to seep from between your folds —- wetting both yours and his thighs.

Matsukawa pulls you close, pressing his lips against the curve of your face. “Atta girl,” it comes out breathlessly, “let’s go get you cleaned up,”

#haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu imagines #matsukawa issei x reader #haikyu x reader smut #matsukawa x reader #Matsukawa smut #Mattsun smut #hq x reader smut #hq drabbles #matsukawa issei x you #perhaps I shall make my formatting for posts look better too..#hmm..

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moechies · 5 months

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giving issei nii a bj 🏩💝 tw dark content icst, giving oral

“good, just like that. just a little more, cmon.. do it for your nii chan.”

his cold fingers are tangled in the side of your scalp, soothing his thumb over your sweet face.

you glance up at your nii chan with your pearly eyes glazed in the prettiest tears, with your wet lips from your saliva that still had a little remnant of your previously applied lip gloss. you were too fucking perfect.

“breathe in through yer nose imouto, it’ll be easier for you,”

you pull your mouth off his cock unexpectedly, the suffocation getting too overbearing. it was starting to burn your throat with how much it was being stretched, but the unsatisfied look on your niichans face was enough to make your heart ache.

“m-m sorry issei nii, s-s just too big.. i jus.. just n-need your help! please..!”

“yeah, you need nii chans help? how, hm? you have to tell me, or i don’t know what to do.” he did know what to do, but he was teasing you. making you say lewd things out loud. he loved it, and you knew that.

“m-maybe you can try n push on my head.. so it’ll go deeper..!”

it makes him grin.

“kay, let’s try it. gonna take it all this ti—“

and before he can even finish his sentence, your warmth is already wrapped around him, pulling a groan from your niichan. you feel his hand on your head yet again, but this time he’s a bit rougher with his actions. his hand begins to press down further and further onto your head, the pressure getting just a bit harsher each second.

the panic settles in, as you feel his cock going past a certain limit in your throat,

“don’t panic, yer doin’ so good f’me yeah? just what i expected from you, imouto.”

the praise causes a flutter in your cunt, pressing your cunt furthermore into your heel.

“gonna cum, princess. you know how to make your niichan feel s-so good, hm?”

and before you can hum back in agreement, your niichans semen fills down your throat, to the brim if your mouth. the action is too quick and causes you to choke and whine. he pulls out with a groan, tracing a heart with his tip on your plush lips. it makes him chuckle at your little angered face, in realization of what he had just done. he places a gentle kiss on your lips anyway, because how could he not?

“good fuckin girl. so good. here, ya wanna spit it o-“

“s so sweet issei nii!”

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koushuwu · 2 years

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Did You Hear That?

minors, ageless and blank blogs do not interact.

pairing: Matsukawa Issei x reader (x Iwaizumi Hajime)

summary: Matsukawa is just the kind of person to accept a call during sex. and turns out, maybe both you and best friend Iwaizumi kinda likes it.

warnings/tags: AFAB!reader, established relationship, kind of voyeurism, kind of exhibitionism, v/ V/ soft dom tendencies, hair pulling, vaginal penetration, kind of phone sex (if you can even call it that).

word count: 1k

A/N: For some reason this appeared in my head at work, and I just had to write it. I literally just finished it and i’m straight on to posting. you’re welcome.

read part 2 here.

His phone buzzed on the bed beside you. With half a mind, you glance at the screen as it lights up in your face to see the caller-id reading “Iwaizumi”. It wasn’t new that he’d be calling Matsukawa at any time of day. But yet, your muscles tensed when you saw Matsukawa’s hand reaching for the phone.

“Issei–” Your voice came out strained and your own hands fisted in the sheets underneath you. Matsukawa simply laughed that low rumbling laugh as he picked the phone from the bed, the other hand still firmly holding your hips in place. “Please–”

“Hey,” Matsukawa cut you off, as he spoke into the phone. Angling his hips, a deep thrust into your cunt had you biting down hard to keep the moan in your throat from slipping past your lips. “What’s up?”

Matsukawa moved his hand to your ass, squeezing the fat of your cheeks. Rolling his hips in a steady rhythm, he slowly pumped his thick cock into you. In the dim light, you saw your knuckles turning white against the fabric, as you tried to steady yourself. Brace yourself against his pelvis, repeatedly rocking against you.

“I don’t think so, why?” Had you been at your senses full might, you probably would’ve wondered how he managed to sound so composed. His labored breathing suddenly steady as he spoke to one of your shared best friends. Maybe it did cross your mind. Gritting your teeth, you turned your head and looked at him. The bastard even had the nerve to smirk at you, when your eyes locked. As if testing how far he could go, Matsukawa snaked his hand around your thighs, fingers pressing against your swollen clit. Your mouth slacked and you didn’t manage to catch the gasp that tore through you. Matsukawa’s smirk grew even wider as he spoke into the phone, managing to sound only a tiny bit smug as he did so.

“Yeah, I think we could do tha–'' clenching down hard around his cock, you cut him off as he had to fight a groan that battled furiously to escape the prison of his throat. Leveling a glare at you, you smiled your most innocent smile. But maybe you shouldn’t have. Matsukawa swiftly grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed you down against the bed, pounding into you at full force, and for a moment you couldn’t stop yourself from worrying that Iwaizumi would hear the wet slaps of Matsukawa’s balls against your pussy through the phone. But then you didn’t, when Matsukawa spoke again.

“No she’s right here, why don’t you ask her yourself?” He said and your eyes widened. “A’right, hang on. I’ll put you on speaker.” A moment later, Matsukawa’s phone landed on the bed next to your head, as his pace let up, only just enough for you to be able to speak. Matsukawa pulled your head to the side enough for you to face him as he pointedly nodded at the phone. You swallowed hard as your eyes threatened to roll back.

“H-hello?” you managed.

“Hey,” Iwaizumi’s voice came through the speakers. “I was just asking Mattsun, if you guys had any plans next saturday,” he explained.

“Mhm–”

“Makki and I were going to see Oikawa’s game. You wanna come?” Your mind was spinning and you found yourself nodding under Matsukawa’s hold. His free hand pinched at your asscheek and you almost yelped out at the sudden stinging sensations. Then you managed to look at him and saw that same pointed look on his face. You’d forgotten to actually reply.

“Yeah,” you managed to breathe out against the linen pressed to your cheek. “I’d– I’d like that.”

“Cool.” You hoped that that would be it, but then Matsukawa’s finger found your clit again. “Call me when you’re done fucking so we can plan it, okay?” Matsukawa rubbed circular motions.

“Nah man, let’s just get it settled,” Matsukawa suggested, shaking you to your core with the soft rumble of his voice and the following laugh. A soft moan tumbled over your lips before you had the chance to stop it, which had your face burning even hotter than before, as Matsukawa rewarded you with a particularly harsh flick of your clit.

“You guys might be into this shit, but i’m not, so let��s just–”

“You’re not?” Matsukawa cut Iwaizumi off, challenge evident in his words.

“No.”

“Really? Because I heard the way your words just cracked at the end there,” Matsukawa pressed, cock still spearing you open over and over and again. “I heard the way it trembled.”

“Piss off,” Iwaizumi mumbled, and you couldn’t help the mewl that passed through the mic of the phone at the tone of his voice. At the thought of him enjoying listening in.

“Oh,” Matsukawa’s smirk was so loud it could literally be heard in his voice. “Did you hear that? She liked that. Do you want to hear her cum?”

“Issei–” your own voice cracked. You felt a familiar heat starting to build up in your insides.

“Mattsun,” Iwaizumi warned, but he still didn’t deny further, that he might actually be into this. He on his end knew that he should’ve hung up long ago. He’d known the moment Matsukawa picked up and he should have said he’d call back later. But he hadn’t.

“That a no?” Matsukawa asked. “Pity, she seems to be really close, aren’t you baby?” He said, directing the last words at you. Nodding your head in reply had Matsukawa pulling your head back harshly. “Use your words. Tell ‘im.”

“Y-Yes,” you whined. “I’m close.”

“Good girl,” Matsukawa cooed, but didn’t get to say anymore before you braved yourself and spoke again.

“Please– Hajime–” the sound of Iwaizumi inhaling sharply came through the speakers. “Want you to hear me cum.” You never would have thought yourself into this, but now that you were in the situation, your head was spinning and the coil in the pit of your stomach wound harder than it ever had before.

“O-okay–” He was breathless through the phone when he agreed.

“Can I– Please–”

“It’s alright.” Matsukawa picked his pace up just a little, and the moans kept spilling over your lips. “Tell her she can cum,” he instructed at the phone.

“Can I?” you whined breathlessly.

“Yeah,” Iwaizumi swallowed audibly around the lump in his throat. “You can cum.”

And it snapped. It snapped in a blaze that had you seeing stars.

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kitasgloves · 4 months

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— ♬ NSFW

This is so stupid but hear me out. MATSUKAWA ISSEI who's not a fan of horror movies but happens to have a lover who's a major fan of horror movies. Like he's all tall, intimidating, hot, and brooding but goes hides his face when a scary scene plays.

"The things I do for love"

He sighs as he sits down to watch another horror movie with you. Matsukawa loves you so much that he's willing to risk getting cardiac arrest. But this time, you decide to ease his fears.

"Oh fuck, [Name]!"

Matsukawa as you sucked his cock on the couch while a horror movie played in his tv. He tries to focus on the damn movie because you warned him that you won't let him cum if he peels his eyes away from the screen.

"[Name] please"

He whimpers and you hold back a smug smile as your tongue traces the veins on his cock. He's so huge that you almost choke trying to deepthroating him. You use you hand to pump the length you could not swallow as you watch him get all flustered as he watches the movie.

"Jesus fucking-ah!"

Matsukawa flinches at the cliché jump scare but you immediately calm him down by rapidly bobbing your head up in down. You hear the tense music begin as the killer hunts down the protagonist. You watched this movie a billion times.

So, you sync the blowjob along with the music. As the killer gets close to the protagonist, so does Matsukawa.

"[Name], [Name], [Name]..."

He chants. His poor heart feels like it's going to explode at the rising tension of the horror movie and your warm mouth around his cock, bringing him to release. The moment the killer catches the protagonist, Matsukawa throws his head back with a moan so loud it overpowers the horrified scream from the movie.

You swallow his cum eagerly as you pull your mouth back to smile at him. Matsukawa looked absolutely wrecked.

"So? How's the movie?"

Matsukawa chuckles, still trying to steady his breath.

"If you let me fuck you every time we watch, I would start to like horror movies"

I miss big dick Issei

#— ♬ ©kitasgloves #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #haikyuu drabbles #matsukawa issei #matsukawa x reader

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sugamii · 1 year

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he was wrapped around your finger. and it had taken months for you to understand just how true that statement was. seeing the way his eyes lit up as you leaned in to kiss him, only for the look to drop from his face when you moved to kiss him on the cheek instead. you would be death of him, he was sure.

you'd been best friends for so long that it felt natural to be with him like this. it didn't bother you as much as you thought it might, finally realizing that he had been in love with you that entire time. because, even as he fell for you, all he had ever wanted was to be near you. to see that you were happy, that someone was taking care of you.

it finally clicks as you watch his face after your "rejection." he's pouting down at you now, you can tell that he's not really upset as he's struggling to keep himself from smiling. how could he be upset looking down at your face and seeing the laughter in your eyes? you're making it difficult to stay annoyed - even if it was fake.

"you're always so mean to me. three years of waiting and this is how i'm treated?" he's still frowning, but it's far too droopy to be real. he never had been subtle with his facial expressions, it was one of the many things you loved about him.

you pat his cheek with your free hand, the other one still being held by him. "but don't you just love it?" is your reply, trying to keep the smile out of your voice while looking into his not-so-sad eyes. the best part of all of this is watching him cave and give up on his act.

"i do," he says with a smile so wide anyone else might've thought he was still faking. he looks like a lovesick puppy and, in that moment, you realize that maybe it felt natural because you had loved him from the start. he wasn't alone in that, you were wrapped around his finger and you were sure he'd be the death of you too. "i really, really do."

characters: issei matsukawa, satori tendo!!!!, kotaro bokuto, tetsuro kuroo, ryuunosuke tanaka, atsumu miya,,,

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heich0e · 2 years

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matsukawa issei proposes to you on your second date.

sort of.

he says it so casually, so effortlessly. like he was commenting on your choice of shoes, or the weather.

"i think i could spend the rest of my life with you."

you play it off as simple flirtation, albeit a little forward, but that's just who issei is. brazen. unfiltered. constantly toeing a line between jest and sincerity.

time goes on. casual dates turn to dating, two apartments become one, lives apart become a life together.

issei brings up marriage all the time. you always laugh and play it off.

on your first anniversary he tells you he was looking at rings a few days prior. you tell him you want a diamond so big it makes your finger ache under the weight of it.

on your birthday two years in, he remarks that the botanical garden you two visit for the day would make a good wedding venue. you tell him you'll only marry him in the spring when the flowers are in bloom.

on christmas after three years together, he tells you he can't wait to watch your children open gifts. you tell him he needs to improve his gift wrapping before that happens.

and on a random tuesday four years after your second date, matsukawa issei sinks to his knee in your shared living room. it's raining outside. you're wearing your pyjamas. the diamond on the ring is sparkling in the blue light of the television.

"i wanted to wait for a special occasion," he says, and this time you know it's not a joke, that it really never was, "but I've asked you so many times by now, on holidays and birthdays or whatever, I guess there's not much point."

outside the rain patters against the window panes. issei's face is full of hope.

"so, marry me?"

#matsukawa issei x reader #matsukawa issei x you #matsukawa x you #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa issei #hq drabble #hq writing #writing

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laiiaaa · 1 year

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SEEMS PROMISING — MATSUKAWA ISSEI

summary: New to Japan, a friend drags you to a party. A bad one. You find an elusive yet alluring stranger outside.

contains: mentions of alcohol, Mattsun smoking cigs because I said so, Mattsun being a flirty little shit but you love it, just read it and find out

length: 3.6k

note: The affinity for mysterious, cig-smoking men with dark hair is real.

You press open the door, head pounding, and relish in the cool breeze that hits you as you slide it shut again. “Jesus Chri—oh, sorry,” you cut yourself off, embarrassed to see someone standing out on the balcony before you, off to the side and out of view from the door. What you thought was going to be a nice, peaceful fifteen minutes of solitude has morphed into yet another forcible—and probably unpleasant—interaction.

Leaning on the railing facing the cityscape before you, he looks over his shoulder dismissively. “You’re fine. Felt the same way coming out here.” He turns back around and you almost thank him for being so averse to the attitude inside the apartment: loud, drunk, far too inquisitive if not prying.

You want to ask when he came out here, because even after all the introductions Hajime orchestrated, you don’t think you caught this one’s name. And surely you would’ve seen him among the crowd—he’s noticeably tall, got luscious black curls atop his head, and doesn’t seem the type to talk your ear off. You make a mental note to tell your friends about him, even if his name never makes its way to you.

From his place a few feet away, he reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket—corduroy, probably cataloged as ‘saddle brown’ online—and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He gestures with the box, asking, “Is it okay if I…?”

“Hm?” You turn to face him again. “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry, I won’t be out here too long.”

You’re not sure whether your comment offended him until he gives you that smirk, barely there yet enticing, almost smug with himself. He plucks one from the pack and lifts it to his lips, the metallic flick of his lighter cutting into his muffled motions. You watch carefully as he inhales and exhales, white clouds billowing from his lips and dissipating in the wind.

He takes it between his index and middle finger, leaning his forearms into the railing again before sparing you another glance, longer, more careful this time. “You know a lot of people in there?”

“A few,” you respond, “More, now that a friend introduced me. Definitely not as many as…what’s his name? The blonde one?”

His smirk almost curls into a smile. “Atsumu?” Another puff of smoke.

“Yeah, that one—he’s a little…”

“Little bit much?”

You give him a smile, and he can’t quite tell whether it’s the city lights in the view, or the two drinks he had before coming out here to clear his head, or if it’s just you, but he’s starting to think he’s glad he came to this little gathering, as stupid as it sounded twelve hours ago.

There’s a party inside, you know that much, but as for the reason for the get together, or even the name of the host, you’re not sure. Hajime only provided you with knowing he knows these people, and that it’d give you the chance to meet some now that you’re in Japan. What you didn’t expect was the volume, or the crowd, or the pack-like nature of the people there: they all seem to know each other one way or the other, and you could feel it.

You wouldn’t even say it was overwhelming, the number of people—no, there couldn’t have been more than thirty—but the feeling of being unknown, the other, was. You need to clear your head, get some fresh air. You’re not sure if anyone inside has noticed your absence.

You inch a little closer to the mysterious figure. “Something like that. Are you friends?”

“With Atsumu?” Something in his brows tell you that you’re not even close. “Funny. I know him from high school—played volleyball against him—but that’s as far as that goes.”

Volleyball, you think, That’s the connection? Who would’ve thought. “Ah,” you hum. “So you came to this because…?”

“You meet Iwaizumi yet? He convinced me.” He takes another drag as he gazes over the city. “Somehow.”

Your image of the man lightens at the fact he knows your only friend here, and a soft smile takes your lips. “Hajime did?”

Hajime. So, they’re close, he thinks. “Yeah, we went to the same school, played together, the works.” Could she be…? “He’s a pretty good guy, eh?”

“Yeah…yeah, he is.” You can’t tell what he’s getting at, if anything, and you make another mental note: if you don’t get anything else out of this man, you will be bugging Hajime about him.

“I’m Matsukawa, by the way. Most people just call me Mattsun.” When you give him your name in return, he thinks he could be winning. “Oh?”

You hesitate. “What, something wrong with it?”

“No, don’t worry.” He gives you a once over, and stands fully upright, facing you with one hand still on the railing. You think he’s putting too much faith in the strength of it. Maybe he’s a little more fearless, a little more reckless, than you’re used to. “Hajime’s mentioned you, is all.” He flicks away ash.

“Oh. Why’d you have to make it sound like a bad thing?”

He shrugs. “Didn’t mean to. He speaks highly of you.” You can almost see that smile of his behind plumes of tobacco.

“Really? What’s he say about me?”

“Well…that you’re smart, for one, though I can’t say I can agree with that yet.”

“Yet?”

“Yet.” He flashes a smirk again. “He says you’re funny, too. Again, not too sure about that one, but it seems promising.”

You lend him a blank stare. “Thanks.”

He wants to kick himself for chuckling at that—how could he let his advantage slip so soon? “See, you’re already on the right track.”

“Hm, nice to see you laugh a bit.” And that smile. You tug your jacket tighter around you, not wanting to sacrifice this seemingly meaningless interaction for the sake of the warmth you know is inside. “So, you find out anything else about me from Haji? Or just the basics?”

Ah, so now she’s calling him Haji. There’s a lot he’s kept from me. Hm. “Well, there’s also the fact that you’re very pretty.” He lifts his hand back to his mouth. He’s getting antsy, talking to you, and he’s not used to it.

Your brow furrows, and you consider calling Hajime out here to speak to him yourself. “Haji’s been telling people I’m pretty?” Very very handsome people, you add, internally, but this Matsukawa—Mattsun—doesn’t need that much…yet.

“Nope,” he answers. “Just an observation on my part.”

You cock your head to the side. “…Are you flirting with me?”

He drops his cigarette to the ground and presses it out with his shoe, barely considering whether he’s even allowed to smoke here before bringing his attention back to you. “Would it be more effective if I said yes?”

A laugh escapes you—pity or incredulity, you’re not sure. “Hm, I’m not too sure about that one yet.” You sigh with your lips curving against your will, your cheeks aching with mischief and the thought that maybe it was a good thing to show up. “But I guess it seems promising.”

Mattsun’s smile turns big enough to see teeth this time and he thinks he could be falling in love with you—or maybe he’s just starting to go crazy at the thought of you taking his bit like that, as if everything he has is yours to know and take. It lights a smug fire in your chest that you’ve left him speechless, watching him exhale a sigh through his nose with pink cheeks (from the cold or your quips, who knows?) as he opts to lean on the railing again.

“He’s never mentioned you, you know,” you start, walking right up next to him, turning what was a few feet into mere inches with your elbows on the cold, hard metal.

Your heart races a little faster now, with the whole city right in front of you and your center of gravity leaning a little too close to the ledge for comfort. The two of you could die right now, would the railing give way, but maybe that’s the fun of it for him. Maybe this Mattsun is pretty interesting after all.

“Hajime, you mean?”

“Yeah, it’s not fair, you know things about me, and I know nothing about you.”

“There isn’t much to know.” He shrugs again, splaying his hands out for emphasis.

“Well, you smoke.”

“Yep.”

“You wear a nice corduroy jacket.”

He whips his head in your direction. “You like my jacket?”

You nod earnestly. “Yeah, it looks good on you.”

“Thanks,” he says, biting his tongue to keep from saying more, because he has a feeling that with you, the blush rising to his cheeks will get him into trouble.

“No problem,” you chirp back, heading back to business. “You…used to play volleyball. Used to, right?”

He turns back to facing the city. “Used to.”

“Okay, that’s three things.”

He claps his hands together. “Great, now we’re even.”

“Come on,” you whine. He’s gonna be so much trouble, you think, with the way you’re dying for more. “Can’t we trade?”

“You want to trade information?”

“Yeah, why not? You’re very mysterious, there’s gotta be something to you, no?”

“Is this a free range kinda thing, or are we asking questions?” Mattsun is a bit of a risk taker, a tad impulsive. And maybe a bit too satisfied to have a pretty girl’s attention.

“Hmm…questions. You first, it’s only fair.”

“Alright,” he huffs, struggling to hide the fact that he’s slipping right into your hands. He stares up at the sky for a moment, considering the weight of his question. “How do you know Hajime?”

“Jealous, are we?” And part of you is hoping he is. “We met in college…sophomore year, I think? Neither one of us were from America, so we just kinda clicked. He was doing his sports medicine thing, and at the time I didn’t really know what I was doing yet, and he helped me out a lot. Anyway, we thought we’d never see each other after graduation, but then I got an internship here, so…here we are, I guess. Haven’t been here long, though, only a month or so.”

He doesn’t hesitate or give it a second thought before asking, “How long are you staying?”

You smile. “No follow up questions. I gave you more than you asked, too, so now it’s my turn.”

He waits patiently, contently, wondering what he should ask you next, but you came prepared for this battle.

“What’s your favorite song, and why?”

“That’s two questions.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He wonders what he did to deserve this: a beautiful, snarky girl like you, asking stupid questions about someone you don’t even know and aren’t obligated to.

“I’ve never really had to think about it.”

“Okay, then think about it now.”

He pauses. So demanding, this one, she’s gonna hurt. He ponders it almost too long for your liking. “Eight Miles High, I think, by The Byrds? My dad used to play it all the time.” He pauses again, smiling, and he wonders again about how he even ended up here, talking to you, with you smiling back at him as he explains, “He was born in Japan, but lived in Los Angeles for a while in his twenties, and he liked them a lot—said that nothing could compare to The Byrds playing through open windows cruising down the highway, so he kept a bunch of their CDs and played them for me when I was little. There’s nothing special about that song in particular, I just like the sound, heard it a lot, fits what I picture my dad was like, in a way.”

He’s cute, you think, under all that dark and gloom, he’s cute, and sentimental. “I like that answer,” you add. “Sounds pretty damn special.”

“Might be.” He shrugs and brushes aside the care you gave, listening to him. “Fuck, I need another cigarette,” he hisses, letting his head fall.

“If you do, I’ll go inside,” you say, not sure if it’s the threat you’re meaning it to be as much as it’s a plea for him to stay with you.

“Hm, don’t threaten me with a good time.” Yet he makes no move for his jacket. “I guess that’s the fifth thing I know about you, then.”

“And what would that be?”

“That smoking’s a no-go?”

If you knew better you might wonder why he’d care. “It’s not that,” you reassure, “I mean, I was in California for four years, traveled a bunch, so I don’t mind the smell. I think it’s the idea of addiction that scares me.” Your confession hangs in the open air. “You can add that to the list instead.”

Mattsun takes his time to respond, considers whether he should at all. He observes you from the side: the pout of your near frown, the white of your teeth when you chew at your bottom lip, the crease between your brows when you face him and say it’s his turn again.

And he keeps his eyes on you when he tells you, “I’ve never kissed someone.” And before you can ask him Why? only for him to tell you There’s no follow up questions, and before he can ask himself What the fuck am I saying to this girl I barely know?, he tells you, “I mean, I’ve kissed people, obviously, but not for any reason that’s particularly romantic. Just sex, and…everything adjacent to it.”

You chew on his words for a moment and he thinks he could throw up.

“You can add that to the list now,” he adds, filling the silence.

He feels a lot closer to you now, physically, with your shoulders and hips almost joining together and your noses no more than six inches apart when you face each other. You still want to ask him Why? even though you’re sure he’ll snap the moratorium on follow up questions back on you. Maybe confessions like this tie a rope around two people and tug.

“I don’t think I have either.” Absentmindedly, you lift two fingers to your lips. “It’s funny that you mention it.”

“Why?”

“To the first part, or the second?”

“The first.”

“I don’t know.” You turn to look at him again and he’s already waiting halfway. “I mean, I’ve had a boyfriend before, kind of, but it was never really…”

“Romantic?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, “He was a dick.”

“That sucks.”

“Thanks. How about you?”

“I fucked around a bit in years past. Didn’t really settle or do relationships or anything romantic.”

“I’m sorry.” Yet all you can think about is how you’re sinking deeper into this pit, a boy who doesn’t do relationships.

“It’s alright.”

“Things can always change, you know.” You look back at him, not knowing whether the comment was for his reassurance or your own, and something has changed in the way he looks at you. He isn’t looking just to look anymore, but to listen, as if he can read something from your expression.

“You think so?” he asks, a hopeful lilt in his voice. He doubts whether he really knows himself.

You can't seem to peel your eyes away from his when you only hum a confirmation. Breaths exchanged between you turn white in the cold nighttime air, and you draw closer together for warmth, noses almost touching. Something in your gut tells you this isn’t normal, to be this close, and something in the back of his mind tells him that he’s more than okay with it.

He smiles something different, something of admiration instead of mirth. “This got very personal.”

“It did.” You look at his lips.

“I don’t even know you.”

“No, but you could.”

He smiles back at you, his eyes trailing to your lips in turn. “I could.”

“And it’s helping me make your list, so it’s okay.”

“This is true,” he agrees, “Though I’m a little nervous to ask what you’ve been extrapolating.”

“We can debrief another day, if you’d like.”

He tilts his head, just barely, and each breath into your lungs feels like another pull at his lips to reel him in. “Who said I’m ever going to see you again?”

Your eyes dance between his lips, curled in a way you crave to taste, and his eyes, glazed over with what can only be called desire. “I did, just now.” You give in to his movements closing the marginal gap between you, a hair’s breadth from what you’ve been pining for.

“I know I didn’t say this before, but you can call me Issei,” he murmurs against your lips.

“I thought you said most people call you Mattsun?”

“That I did.”

“Am I not most people, then?” You smirk and you think you’ve caught him.

“Hmm…” he starts, bringing a hand to brush up the column of your neck, grasping your jaw in his hand ever so gently, his thumb pressing to your bottom lip. “Not too sure about that yet.”

He only lasts, mesmerized, a second longer before he presses his lips to yours. He keeps his kisses short, and he keeps them sweet, and you make the third mental note of the night to search whether nicotine can be transferred through kisses because fuck, something about his smile-ridden lips have you hooked.

You loop your arms around his neck while he looms over you and snakes his free hand from your waist up your back, holding your body oh so close to his that when he nips at your bottom lip you swear your knees start to buckle. It’s innocent, the way Mattsun kisses you, like he’s hungry for nothing more than this—the two of you, on someone’s balcony, asking questions that may very well mean nothing by the next year, kisses for cushioning.

He slips his tongue past your lips, gently, teasing, and you think this is what it feels like to really kiss someone. He wonders if dying right now would really be all that bad if it means having your mouth be the last thing he tastes, your face the last thing he touches.

Until you hear the sound of someone’s “Oh” and you both turn to look where it came from. Your fingertips are still grazing the hair at the nape of Mattsun’s neck, his lips now at your jaw for you’ve turned your head to see the door. He can smell your perfume on your neck and he has to fight the urge to kiss you again.

Hajime stands at the door, eyebrows raised with one foot on the balcony and the other still inside. “Am I interrupting something?”

You pull away from Mattsun’s hands with reluctance, and he tries, hard as he might, to wear his calm demeanor again, itching to have the weight of you tugging on him.

“Nope,” you snip, missing Mattsun’s warmth a little more than you’d like to admit. “What’s up?”

“We’re…” His eyes catch Mattsun’s foot tapping away and your hands fiddling with the railing, Mattsun’s messy hair and your glistening lips. “We’re singing and doing cake now, thought you might wanna join.”

“We’ll be there in a second,” Mattsun says. Is there even a ‘we’?

The two of you stand still, anxiously, as Hajime gives a very brief goodbye—scary, even, he’s so unphased—as he walks away, leaving the door ajar for you to follow.

You turn to Mattsun, almost pleading. “You think he’s gonna say anything?”

“I don’t know, actually.” He runs a hand through his hair and lets his arms fall to his sides. “I don’t think he’d be dying to tell anyone. We should probably go in there, though. Probably the good person thing to do for their birthday.”

“Yeah,” you nod, “Probably.”

You toy with his fingers as he shifts much closer to you again, inches away without either one of you thinking about it. You reach up to his head and he bends down for you, waiting patiently for the strands mussed by your doing to be returned to their rightful place.

“Can’t be giving anyone clues just yet, hm?” you hum, one hand in his hair and the other just barely holding his chin.

Mattsun smiles when you punctuate the question with a peck to his cheek. He doesn’t quite hold your hand, and neither of you know if he even should, but he trails behind you back into the apartment regardless, back into the bustle of the crowd. His fingertips thrum with something he’s never felt. He could follow you like this all night if only you’d let him.

“Hey, Issei?” you ask, pulling him to come a little closer. It’s been less than a minute, and your head is already aching again, your eyes tired.

His ears perk up at the name, and his chest presses lightly into your back before he leans down to hear you better. “Yeah?”

You turn your head towards his without taking your eyes off the crowd in the room ahead, navigating through a place still completely unknown to you. You stop at the doorway, still hidden away from the rest of the group. “Is it really someone’s birthday?”

Issei laughs, heartily for the first time this week, and basks in the way you glow in the mellow light of the party, smiling back at him, sheepishly hitting him while defending yourself in a whisper, “What? I don’t know these people—!” He thinks this—whatever it is, having his hand nearly intertwined with yours, your shoulder blades pushing into his chest, Hajime’s subtle smile and nod of respect from across the room—sure is something.

And he thinks it seems awfully promising.

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❝ INSIDE THE LINES. ❞

— during matsukawa's time babysitting your niece, more than a couple realizations occur to you.

⊱┊pairing. matsukawa issei x gn!reader ⊱┊tags. fluff, established relationship, reader has a 6 year old niece and works at the bakery, food mention, mattsun has a sleeve tattoo :], unedited ⊱┊wc. 1.3k ⊱┊note. cleaning out my drafts hehe this was back when i had my mattsun brain rot (OH btw while writing this he works as a tattoo artist in my mind but i didnt mention it anywhere)

"issei, i'm so sorry-"

"it's fine," matsukawa waves his hand dismissively. his eyes flicker to the clock on the wall. "when are you coming home?"

"soon. i just have to frost the cupcakes and wait for the customer to pick them up." you pan your phone to the chocolate cupcakes, fresh out of the oven and still steaming hot.

"those look really good, babe." matsukawa muses.

you hear a small voice squealing from behind the camera. "i wanna see!"

your boyfriend chuckles, eyes trained on your niece, himeko, whose ears have perked up at the word 'cupcakes'. the six-year-old scrambles onto the sofa, comfortably nestling herself into matsukawa's side. her eyes widen when she finally sees the cupcakes in all their chocolatey goodness. "yummy..." she says, eyes boring into matsukawa's phone screen, unblinking and shiny.

you pan your phone back to your face. "they're not for you!" you remind her.

"i know!" himeko sighs dramatically, strands of hair falling onto her face. mattsun effortlessly brushes it back. "i have to wait for tomorrow so we can make them together."

"yes, that's right." you nod in approval.

"why can't it be tomorrow already?" she pouts. mattsun doesn't realize, but your eyes are trained on him while he stares at your niece while adorning an amused smile.

"hm," you ponder. "maybe if you sleep early tonight, then tomorrow will come earlier?" a sly grin forms on your lips.

himeko narrows her eyes at you. "that's not gonna work on me!"

you shrug. "worth a try."

matsukawa snickers at your failed attempt to trick her. "smart girl," he praises her before raising one of his hands, which is met with a high five from himeko. your niece then proceeds to stick her tongue out at you.

you shake your head, but there's a smile on your lips despite you doing so. she might as well steal your boyfriend at this point, you think to yourself.

you can almost remember the good times—when himeko was four and hiding behind your legs, while matsukawa was crouching in front of you. she was terrified, little hands gripping onto your pants. she told you he looked like a gangster, with all the tattoos covering the entirety of his right arm. "what if he kidnaps me?" she wailed once he leaves, to which you comfort her by saying that he won't. from her skeptic expression and her glassy eyes, it was safe to say that she was far from convinced.

and yet now here you are. with your boyfriend and your niece in cahoots, conspiring together to overthrow you someday.

"anyways, i was calling because she wanted me to tell you she finished her coloring book, isn't that right, hime?"

halfway through his words, himeko lets out an 'oh!' and jumps up from the couch. she picks up her coloring book off the floor, where it was surrounded by an assortment of colored pencils and markers in disarray. flipping to the last page, she proudly shows off her latest piece of work. "look!"

you gasp, genuinely admiring the effort she's put into coloring in the drawing of a fish. considering how she's just turned six, she's done a wonderful job in coloring inside the lines. "that looks so nice! did you do that all by yourself?"

"yep!" she chirps, nodding excitedly before stopping to ponder for a moment. "hm... i guess, uncle mattsun did help me color the amenomies..."

"anemones," matsukawa stage whispers.

"right, amenemones."

you and matsukawa bite back your laughs. "it looks really good, himeko," you comment, still smiling.

himeko nods absentmindedly. it becomes obvious to both you and matsukawa that her attention is not on either of you anymore. she goes out of frame as she continues to flip through her coloring book and zeroes in on her work, leaving matsukawa the only one left in view of the camera.

your eyes flit to the top of your phone screen, clicking your tongue when you read the time. "alright, i better go and start frosting. the customer will be here soon. bye, himeko! bye, baby."

matsukawa's heart flutters helplessly. he will never get tired of you calling him that. "see you," your boyfriend beams. although still engrossed by her coloring book, you hear your niece mumble a soft 'bye' right before the call ends.

pocketing his phone, matsukawa turns his focus back on himeko only to find her tiny lips curled into a frown. "something wrong, sweets?"

she looks up, with her brows all scrunched up. matsukawa feels his heart melt at the sight. "i'm out of pages. what will i color now?"

"i'll buy you another one tomorrow, okay?" he pokes her nose.

with a giggle, she scrunches her nose in effect. "okay."

an idea spontaneously strikes matsukawa. it might be one of the best ideas he's had in a while—the realization that himeko brings out his creative side more often than not quickly becomes an afterthought.

"actually, hime..."

her ears perk up, big eyes staring up at him. those big, doe eyes he has not learned how to say no to.

"i know something else you can color."

matsukawa was sure he saw himeko visibly light up when he offers his tattooed arm. he doesn't need to tell her twice. she expeditiously collects her markers off the ground—she's big enough to know that pencil colors won't be able to color in your skin!—and spreads them out on the sofa next to where both of them sit.

snuggled into his side, matsukawa has his tattooed arm around her as himeko starts to color in the tattoos from the ones on his forearm. "i'll make sure your arm looks extra pretty!" she exclaims excitedly.

"can you make it look as pretty as you are?"

himeko tilts her head to the side as she thinks of an answer. "hm... maybe. i'll try." the earnestness in her answer makes matsukawa chuckle.

as himeko continues, her inquiries about his sleeve don't stop. did it hurt? (just a little bit.) what's the meaning behind this one? (there's no meaning to that one. this one, however...) are you gonna get a tattoo of y/n? (i already did.) can i get one too? (matsukawa laughs awkwardly when he hears the last question, immediately changing the topic by asking her what her favorite color is. he doesn't want to get into trouble.)

the conversations tone down when himeko makes it halfway through matsukawa's forearm. he knows himeko turns quiet once she's focused. it's only when matsukawa feels her marker slip that he realizes that she has nodded off. making as little movement as possible, he closes the cap on the red marker that she was holding and puts it aside.

half an hour later, you tip-toe into your living room with the intention to surprise your boyfriend and your niece at heart. as you get closer, suspicions start to arise when you realize that it's awfully quiet.

wait, are they-

oh.

they are.

your heart blooms at the precious sight of matsukawa and himeko fast asleep on the couch. matsukawa's head is lolled back on the back of the sofa, his arms around himeko as she is curled up into his side. they look so comfortable and peaceful, soft snores coming out of the both of them with hideko's head rising up and down along with matsukawa's chest with every breath that he takes.

you just finished snapping a quick picture when realization sets in.

and no, it's not about how matsukawa has successfully won her over for good—that realization has set in a long time ago.

but it's realizing that you want to spend the rest of your life coming home to this sight. him dozing off on the sofa, waiting for you to come home, and maybe a child, or two, of your own curled up next to him.

vocabulary !

himeko is written like so: 姫子 in kanji. 姫 (hime) means princess, while 子 (ko) means child. mattsun's nickname for her is hime, which essentially means he calls her 'princess'.

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