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Pt.1 Pt.2

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Hanamaki Takahiro, Suna Rintarou, Miya Osamu, Hirugami Sachiro, Kozume Kenma

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[lunamochii]

"You like me don't you?"

"No, I don't!"

"You like me."

"I don't!!"

The members of Kamomedai are watching the scene unfold before them with a bored expression, it's been days ever since Sachiro figured out who was slipping confession letters to his locker and it was no other than you, their manager.

"Just admit that you like me and I'll be your boyfriend."

"Hng.."

Sachiro clasp his hands together and broke out into a fit of laughter and the others could only roll their eyes, finally the never ending chase have come to an end.

"Ugh, whatever! I'm leaving!"

"Ah- wait up!"

Sachiro ran up to you and when he did, he engulf you to a hug which you didn't bother struggling and he showered kisses to your cheeks. Well, he likes you too. Waaaay before you start liking him.

[yaku-paisen]

I used to wonder how to write angst/conflict into HQ fics because everyone is so healthy and well-adjusted by the end of the story. Which is absolutely not a criticism! I stan! It's one of my favorite things about the manga, but my brain is small and my imagination didn't know what to do will all these completed emotional journeys. Then I realized that you can take those healthy traits to an extreme for some delicious drama & character development - positive or negative ,':D

Hirugami's relaxed detachment sliding into apathy and depression, caring less and less until nothing matters much at all.

Hoshiumi's desire to prove himself turning everyone into competiton. Everything is a threat, a perceived slight. Only when it's too late does he realize it's lonely at the top.

Oikawa's ambition turning into a hungry monster that even he can't control. Nothing's ever enough. He doesn't even know what he wants anymore. All he knows is that he wants.

Iwaizumi's strength and stability going overboard; now he can't show any weakness at all. He's the reliable one. People depend on him. So he has to keep it together, no matter how much he wants to fall apart.

Kuroo being so skilled at reading others and adapting to them that it becomes unsettling. He sees all the things that people won't say. And he usually only uses his powers of perception for good, but maybe, just maybe, one day he'll use them for himself.

[kosije]

Can I request a Hirugami Sachiro fluff wherein the reader accidentally/unintentionally confesses her feelings >^<

I rlly love your writing!! I dont see much hirugami posts so id rlly appreciate it if you wrote this!

a/n: so so so sorry for my absence ^^; thank you for your support and im happy you enjoy my writing! Lightly edited, feel free to lmk any mistakes :)

Spring just might be your favorite season. The cool wind, flower blossoms, and calm days at the park with your best friend, Sachirou, and his pup make it hard for other seasons to compete.

“I’m gonna take her for another lap around, wanna come?” he asks, beckoning the playful Maltese puppy, who’s the same shade as his hair with two taps on his thighs. The only word you can think of to describe him is perfect. The bright blue cloudless sky and green flower-dotted grass seem like they’re only as radiant as the man standing in them in front of you. His smile is dazzling and his white tee tight and khakis show off his physique.

You say you're still short of breath, hoping he couldn’t tell that you were gawking at him.

he nods, turning his focus to the Maltese and grabbing her leash.

Only once he’s out of sight do you smoothen out your floral dress and take a swig of the ice-cold lemonade he had packed in the basket holding the rest of your snacks. It’s one thing to find your best friend attractive. It was a fact that he was gorgeous. Whether it was you two walking through the halls, attending his volleyball games, or going to the park for a picnic, Sachirou always seemed to draw the attention of everyone around him. And just a light brush to his curly hair would have any girl falling for him. But in love?

You can tell you’re pushing it. Even if your diary has his name written on every page with hearts around it, you know he’s not yours. You’re his friend, and friends are only meant to be friendly.

So how come when you see the two run back a few minutes later, your heart skips a beat and you let yourself pretend the two- or three of you are on a date? After hours pass of talking, running, drawing, singing, dancing, and eating, you both decide to wine down at his apartment.

“I just feel that she’d be much better with the side character. I mean, they have way more chemistry.” You say in between snacking on a random bag of chips you grabbed from the basket.

“You’re better than me. If she ends up with the bad boy as a cliche, I might shit myself,” He says, laughing when you scrunch your nose to him and let out an airy laugh. You think you see his cheeks go pink, but before you can ask about it, his dog jumps between you two.

“Hey! Down girl!” He says leaning back to avoid being hit by her tail while you hide your chip bag and move to cuddle her, giggling over how Sachirou shouldn’t be so mean to her.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d believe she’ll to steal you away from me. Am I not cute enough?” He coos with a fake pout. Even if he is teasing, you can still feel your heartbeat spike.

“How could anything be cuter than you, Sachi?” You say subconsciously, still playing with his dog. It’s only after a couple beats of silence that you realize that was definitely not said in your head, and you feel a wave of embarrassment.

“I don’t know why I said that...” You mumble, not daring to look up and see his reaction. No matter how many excuses you tried to think of, none of them negated how obviously unfriendly you meant that.

“Listen I’m so-“

“Do you mean that?” His voice is soft, and against all of your reservations, your head turns up to face him. His lips are slightly parted, and his cheeks are flush.

You can’t find it in yourself to lie to him when he looks at you like that. So against the butterflies threatening to escape along with the chips, you breathlessly say yes.

His dog jumps from your lap, running off to somewhere you can’t bring yourself to focus on because his body is getting impossibly too yours. To the point where your fingertips are ghosting each other.

“How do you feel about me, really?” He asks his face now close enough that you can feel the shakey breath he lets out after the question. His eyes are steady on yours, but only for a beat does it flicker to your lips and you try your best to swallow the lump down your throat.

“I......What I feel for you is stronger than friendship. It has been stronger than that for a while now,” you confess, leaning into him with a rush of courage. “Is that... okay?”

“Is that okay?!” He squeaks, his voice cracking before tackling you down on his couch in a hug that almost knocks the wind out of you.

“Can’t... breathe,” you gasp, making him spring up and apologize profusely.

“A simple ‘yes’ would’ve been good,” you say, not being able to hide the elated grin pulling at your lips.

“It’s more than ‘okay’, stupid. Oh my gosh, do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? Being in love with your best friend is a bigger cliche than that movie we were watching.”

If the hug didn’t make your heart skip a beat, his confessing he’s felt the same way as you make your heart feel like it’ll stop right here.

“Tell me about it.” You say, watching his breath hitch before moving his hand to your cheek, pulling you closer to him by his feather-light touch moving to your chin.

Wordlessly, his lips catch yours, and you feel your head spin. His kiss is soft and intoxicating, but so passionate you’re left gripping on his shirt. You both pull back for hair, and his eyes glint like he’s looking at the stars.

“I love you.” The words are easy and flow effortlessly from your lips like they’ve been said countless times before.

“I love you too.” He says, with that same smile that’s always lit everything around him up.

Softly, he pulls you into his chest, reviling in the realization that all of his feelings have led up to (what was) his wildest dreams coming true.

And when you hear his heart hammering against his chest as he presses his lips softly on your forehead, only then is it obvious that there is no better season than spring.

[vagabond-umlaut]

two shots of ristretto, please!

One must have heard of espresso, but ristretto? No?

Well, translated to 'restricted' in Italian, ristretto is another version of espresso, but of a sweeter and more intense quality than the latter— though, you reckon, there's no entity in this world, sweeter and more intense than that white-haired, blue-eyed enigma-turned-menace of yours.

▸ yakuza heir! gojo satoru x uni classmate! fem! reader; TIMESKIP; dad! gojo satoru x mom! reader; FLUFF AND HUMOR GALORE; popularising the headcanon that gojo is so terrifyingly gojo for everyone, except his crush; the said crush's smart & not dense, for the first time in my stories; there is yakuza so there's a gun and there's a tiny bit of violence; brief appearance of utahime, shoko, suguru & nanami; POST-TIMESKIP: the most adorable twins ever, sachiko and sachiro, are back, with tons and tons of fluff!!!!!

▸ belongs to the series 'tang!' — same universe as the work 'every rose and its 'twin prickles'' — but you can treat this as a stand-alone fic if you wanna!

▸ i know i described the reader to be smart and stuff, but the thing is: she is smart, of sorts, that is. and the post-timeskip portion is tooth-rottingly fluffy but not for satoru; sachiko & sachiro will never let their papa get some loving from their dearest mama... AND this is 4.4k wc long— idk how i wrote so freaking much! anyways, whatever it is–

▸ i don't own the characters, the image or the divider used. please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

Gojo Satoru was born with three things.  

His name. 

His looks.  

And, of course– the baggage certain to tag along with the above two. 

Cup of coffee languishing in the frost of your ignorance, you lock gaze, the first time, with the famous infamous scion of the Gojo’s, an awfully stormy morning at the café your friend works at.  

Said friend looks halfway on the path to sweet, sweet dreams, resting her head on folded arms on your table — smiling, you tuck a wayward strand of hair behind the shell of her ear, and return to your sly spying on the group seated couple of feet away. You think you see Gojo look at you yet another time — it must be an error of your eye, you reckon, given how he's giving a sharp grin to the man across from him, in the very next instant.  

Yeah, that's what it is. No one can possibly switch from shooting that level of thoughtful gaze to that level of feral grin in that short span of time. Yeah, it must have been a mistake of your silly eye.  

Anyways, whatever it is, to say you hate drawing attention to yourself will be the greatest understatement of the century— so you decide to look away for a beat, to avoid even the faintest hint of suspicion, eyes going back to the chemical reactions strewn across the mess you call notes— only to snap back to the white-haired boy, widening in horror from the click! then the scene crashing onto your brain.  

Gojo chuckles, eyes flitting from the gun aimed at the space between his eyebrows to the man holding it. "Aww," you register him croon, that self-sabotaging dumbass, "resorting to such cheap violence so quickly, Zenin-san? Grew tired of a civil conversation already? Tsk. What a pity." 

Another time and you think you'll consider this precise moment to be when you wake your friend up and slowly sneak away into the kitchen then out, via the back door. Another day and you know you'll consider this very second to be when you return your focus to your assignment on carbohydrates, all the while hoping you or your friend won't be cast into a brawl none of you are a part of— 

Too bad it isn't another time or another day, though.  

Biting back a grimace, you shut your laptop and rise from your chair with a loud clatter. 

"Forcing someone isn't really a nice way to make a deal, y'know," you hum, walking over to their table and plopping down onto the free seat next to Gojo, "what is better is to explain the pros and cons to the one opposite to you and try to convince them. Gently. And if that doesn't work, manipulate the hell out of them. But this?" you shoot the metal gun a disappointed glance, shaking your head, "this is a method even I know I shouldn't use to get my rival to agree to something, though I'm not from a criminal background." 

The man– Zenin, you correct yourself; the second largest yakuza clan right after Gojo's family, your memory supplies after a beat – gives a slow look from the weapon to you, a scowl appearing on his features. And barks – voice, a disgusting grating noise to your sleep-deprived self.  

"Who the fuck are you, girl? And why the fuck are you interfering in this?"  

You pause. Okay, this wasn't what you were expecting when you first strolled out here. You were expecting a yell, a scuffle; worst case, the gun aimed at your precious brain. But this? One question about your identity, and the other about your reason for approaching them? You haven't prepared yourself for this! 

Frowning, you cast a glance to your left, only to find the white-haired boy stare at you, staggered, with wide eyes and flushed cheeks; then at your friend who's snoring away like she doesn't give a damn about napping at work; then at the man glowering at you.  

You sigh, rubbing your temples. 

"Who the fuck I am... that's for me to know and for you to find out,” you answer, smirking, before growing serious again as you rush to explain, upon catching a murderous glint in the man’s eyes, “I mean, c'mon, y'all are the yakuza. This should be a piece of cake for you, shouldn’t it?"  

The man's glare only worsens in result; stamping down the apprehension in your mind, you continue, "And as for why the fuck I'm interfering in this—"  

You abruptly fall silent.  

Offering the boy beside you a panicky glance.  

Wondering what the hell you can say in reply. 

Should you say, "I've been listening to you threaten the poor boy for a good thirty minutes now, saying he's gonna face dire consequences, or some shit like that, if he doesn't share the area in the east with the Zenin's or refuses to marry their third daughter— who I'm pretty sure, y'all have made into nothing but a maid, a cook and a broodmare. Poor girl, being spoken of by her own family member to a stranger boy, as if she isn't a human being but something with no life or ambition. But, hey, how you raise your kids is honestly your own problem and I’m not here to drill some lesson into your head– though I guess, folks like you could really use some. Anyways, whatever the fuck it is, I'm here because I JUST CAN'T SEE ANOTHER BEING FORCED TO DO SOMETHING AGAINST THEIR WILL. AND I’M GONNA PROTEST AGAINST IT AS LONG AS I’VE A BREATH LEFT IN MY LUNGS." 

The inner-you tsks at the outer-you.  

You groan inwardly, shifting to the next plan already.  

So, must you say, "Gojo's my classmate, who has been sitting behind me since the first class of the year, and very weird to say, but I have also been finding him here at this coffee shop, every day I visit since that day, sitting at this specific table and scribbling in a notebook for hours at end— and, yeah, way weirder to admit out loud, but I guess I have also formed some kind of attachment to him? 'Cause of which, I feel, I get worried when I see him being actively threatened? And, yes, of course– all the while I totally ignore that he's next in line to a notorious criminal family or the fact that he's never even noticed me once before today." 

Another click! bounces off the walls into your ears, making you draw away from your mind back to the situation at hand. You settle for offering a shrug.  

"Why I'm here is because Gojo is one of my acquaintances and I just can't seem to stand someone being forced to do something against their will." 

Your statement earns a mocking laugh from the man, but before you rush to defend yourself and the fact you spoke the truth, a calloused palm rests on your forearm. Gojo's gaze flits from you to the gun still pointed at him then back to you. You feel a mild tremor in his fingers when they meet your skin. Good heavens, Gojo must be really scared, huh? 

His careful voice reaches you, a far cry from the haughty tone he was employing with the Zenin fellow earlier, "It's best if you leave now. Go take your friend and go away. And don't come back here. At least not until sometime later, yeah? Things are gonna get a hell lot messy and I don't want you to see that." 

For the first time in many days, the buzz of caffeine in your veins weakens, giving way to the thrum of worry you feel at Gojo’s words. Has this bastard already accepted his fate!? Hell no! Not if you can help it!!  

You give his arm a light pat. 

"While I leave you here, all alone, huh?" Shaking your head, you click your tongue. "Nope! Not gonna happen, mister. My parents raised me way better than that. Besides, you might not be knowing me but I've been knowing you for a while now, and despite what everyone says of you being the crown prince, or whatever, in the underworld — I ain't leaving you here, with your life at the mercy of a person who doesn't even have a shred of respect for others' freedom of choice and stuff." 

A noisy yawn sounds in the background, soon followed by a noisier series of snores. Gojo's mouth opens and closes a few times, like a funny fish, before he inquires, voice brimming with disbelief, "You... have noticed me? Since when?" 

You blink, then chuckle. "Of course, I have. Since the first day, if I'm being honest here," you reply, then add as a hasty after-thought, so that he doesn't see you as a weirdo, "I mean, it's tough not to notice you, y'know? Not when you're—" 

A deafening crash interrupts you in the middle of your sentence. You look away from the boy to find the man standing now, face contorted in a mix of fury and desperation while he shifts the gun's muzzle from Gojo to you, then back to Gojo, words leaving him in a harsh yell. 

"THE GIRL NOTICED YOU 'CAUSE YOU'RE THE GOJO SATORU AND YOU'RE HANDSOME AS FUCK. NOW, CAN YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH? AND YOU — YOU SICK, SPOILT GOJO BRAT– YOU SAID YOU DON'T HAVE A MINUTE TO SPARE? BUT HERE YOU ARE, CHATTING YOUR LIFE AWAY WITH THAT GIRL—" 

A second deafening crash reverberates through the small shop– and you think you see your life flash before your eyes– but not before the man drops to the ground, most probably unconscious and hopefully not too damaged to lead a functional life, and very earnestly not dead. The gun clatters to the ground beside him. You turn to your classmate, eyes wide. Gojo returns your gaze, unblinking and slack jawed. 

Heart thundering in your ears, you hurry to explain yourself, "I–" 

"You smashed that plate on that guy's head." 

Gojo’s blunt words bring you to a still, making your eyes drift to the fragments of the unlucky glass plate, to the unluckier but-totally-deserved-it Zenin, then back to your classmate. A little more awe on the boy’s face and you think his jaw might hit the floor.  

You nod slowly. 

"Yeah, but as self-defence. I mean, you saw how eccentric that man was acting, right? I had to do something to protect both of us," you explain, looking away from the pair of blue eyes watching you closely, to your friend who still seems to be lost in the land of sleep (how much exactly did she drink last night, huh?) to your grey sneakers, voice growing mumbled with every other syllable you utter.  

"But that doesn't mean you've to feel some sort of debt towards me or anything. I too was kind of at mistake then, I guess... what with me rambling so fucking much when there was a literal gun at your head. I should have acted with more tact then – if I had done so, then maybe this mess could've been avoided. I mean, I've never seen these things before in my life, y'know? Except in TV shows, that is. Yet, this foolish me here thought she could just swoop in and save you like some sort of a hero..." 

Sullen, you trail off, face growing warm from embarrassment whilst your mind devises a plan on how to clear up the mess you created, many thanks to your foolhardy nature, when a muffled laugh reaches you. Gojo's eyes twinkle in enjoyment at the bewildered huff you give him.  

"You did save me like a real hero back then, y'know," he says, grinning a wide grin – before it disappears, making way for a much reserved, much shyer(??) version. A giggly voice within you whispers he looks just as sweet as he did with his cute dimples. The boy continues, carding a hand through his mess of white hair, with a casual glance at the man, "And, as for the mess you keep mentioning, don't you worry. Gun shots create more mess than a plate smashed on the head. And if I can clear that within a minute– this won't even take me a full second, Miss Hero. Don't you worry for this at all. But, yeah, thank you." 

Now, you don't really know if it was the sincerity in his voice as Gojo thanked you, or the fact that he has to clean up the mess you made in the first place, or the stunned feeling so clearly visible in the blue colour of his irises when you admitted to noticing him— whatever it is, you find yourself not wanting to leave anything unsaid between you both.  

Moreover, the realization that lives are considered extremely low-on-value in the world of crime, so much that guns are whipped out at the tiny disagreements or boasts are made on how quick a gunshot mess can be cleared by them — this realization doesn't make things any easier for you. 

Giving the injured man and your napping friend a momentary glance, you return your focus to Gojo, whose eyes are now narrowed at his mobile, and speak those words weighing heavy on your mind right now.  

"I really noticed you since the first day, Gojo," you say. The boy pauses his typing, confused gaze darting to you. "But not just 'cause you're the Gojo Satoru, or 'cause you're really pretty — which you totally are, by the way— but mainly because you had ambled into our first class, on the first day, a magnificent hour late, with your two friends— and my first thought seeing you was, what sort of a fucking entitled brat is this guy, sauntering in as if he owns the entire place." 

A beat passes before the boy erupts into chuckles, though the tense quality of them doesn't escape your notice. Pocketing his mobile, he shoots you a small smile. "And what about noticing me after that? It was just my name and looks which kept your attention hooked onto me, wasn't it?" 

The question– the mumbled way it was asked, more so– sends you into a brief bout of musing silence. Gojo's eyes remain trained on you the entire while — quite contrary to the innumerable adjectives you've heard to describe them: oceanic blue, sparkling blue, mesmerising blue, kind-of-startling blue– you think they're just... blue. So blue, you wonder if there's anything as blue as that gaze peering down at you.  

Perhaps not. 

Lips curving into a smile, you hum, "Yes and no. Yes, 'cause that was the main reason why my eyes kept trailing you whenever we were in the same place. No, 'cause they were the reasons only until I realised what kind of person you are, and how very different you're from what I first thought of you. I got new reasons after those." 

"Mind telling me those new reasons?" 

Gojo's nervous question widens the smile on your face. Casting your friend a glance — goodness, how many drinks did she really have at the party she went to last night — you reply, making your voice light and friendly, "Your personality made me curious. You are old money, with good looks to boot— you're literally the heartthrob of every girl on campus! Still, I've never seen you with anyone from them— never with anyone outside your group of three friends — though, I got to admit, the blond boy looks nothing less than constipated for a week, when he talks to you." 

That last comment draws a chuckle from the white-haired boy. The tightness in his shoulders seems to relax a bit, you note with relief. Face still carrying the same smile as before, you continue speaking.  

"And the second point which made me curious was how different you behave in different places. Your voice rings across the cafeteria every day during lunch yet you stay so quiet here for hours at end. You once said you've never been much of a book person, yet I always see you in this shop, immersed in your notebooks. And– what has struck me the most of all is the way you tend to go out of you way to annoy others – I've been sitting in front of you in class for a good three months now, yet you've never ever irritated me in the slightest. Kind of strange, ain’t it?" 

Stunned silence comes as the answer to your question, what with the addressed classmate of yours, rooted to his spot on the ground, blue eyes as round as the plate you had smashed on the man's head some time ago and the expression on Gojo's face, almost as if you've grown a couple of heads in the while you have been chatting with him.  

Or more like monologuing, now that you think about it.  

This guy is always so chatty with others: he was even then with that gun cocked to take his life — then why the fuck is he so unspeaking right now, eh? 

"Oh God, Satoru, I can't believe your plan of lurking in the places she goes to, to catch her eye, worked out!!" "Are you asking her out right now, bro?" "Can you all please move? It's raining like hell outside and I'm not really keen to get my leather jacket wet, thank you." 

The noisy rumbles of rain and thunder stream in through the opened door, before the latter is closed again, snapping you out of your internal monologue, a bit too sudden and harsh for your liking. Three pairs of eyes regard you with an utmost curiosity — you return them a blink before dragging your eyes away and looking at the boy a good foot away, only to find him resolutely staring at the overhead lights. Two pretty long (and pretty weird) seconds pass before you finally decide to tear your gaze away from him to the rain-soaked glass window of the eatery.  

A face with creased brows and warmed cheeks greets you from your reflection.  

Screwing your eyes tight shut in an attempt to ward off an annoying headache you can feel build up, slowly yet steadily, you let out a sigh.  

Friendship with the Gojo Satoru seems good enough but romance with the Gojo Satoru... that doesn’t seem half-as-good, right? 

Right? 

"Wrong." 

Your son's insistent voice, coupled by the tiny fist he slams down on the table, breaks you out of your reverie and you turn to find Sachiro wearing a frown, tears brimming in his eyes– eyes which move away from his father and sister to you, pinning your drowsy form beneath the weight of their moisture.  

Stifling a weary sigh, you place the menu card back on the table and coo, "Aw, Sachiro! What's wrong, baby? Are Papa and Sachiko saying mean things to you again? Are they still teasing you regarding today's incident?" 

Although, you suppose to yourself, catastrophe might suit what happened today, way more than the word 'incident'— what with the shrieks, cries and yells resounding through your flat in the short time you took to get ready for your Sunday lunch at a restaurant. Rubbing his eyes a little, the little boy scoots closer to you and nods weakly, wrapping his tiny arms round you. Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, you direct a stern look at the two sitting across from you.  

Sipping on the welcome drink, Sachiko just shrugs back at you.  

"I'm not the wrong person here, Mom. He is," your daughter explains, pointing a finger at her brother, then retracting it at your frown. Your husband snickers from beside her. “Yeah, sweetness, it’s Sachiro who’s wrong. Getting confused on when’s your birthday is no small mistake. Besides, our darling little munchkins taunt me the entire time if I ever make a mistake, no? Can’t see why they can’t stand a taste of their own medicine, then.” 

The sobs muffled into the cotton of your dress grow in intensity and misery. Sending her father a vicious stink eye, your daughter moves to observe you and her brother, a cute little frown on her face.  

"Okay, fine," she relents after a short beat, returning the lemonade to the table, "Guess I was a little wrong. Maybe I shouldn't have teased him so much, along with Papa, for messing up the date of your birthday. I also should not have said, he doesn't love you, some time back."  

A very weighted moment passes. The little girl jumps off her seat and reaches your side of the table, tiny arms reaching out to wrap around her brother. It takes a minute, and a small nudge from your side but soon enough, your two kids are hugging each other; Sachiro, a wailing mess, whilst Sachiko, being the older of the twins that she is, keeps saying 'sorry's' and patting his head, the exact same way their father does to them in times of their grave distress — when they throw a tantrum and get a nice long lecture from you, that is.  

Fond smile creeping onto your lips, you tear your gaze away from the two adorable angels of your life to your husband.  

Relieved to find him sans any teasing smile, you receive a gentle look from him, his hand reaching out to interweave his fingers through yours. You let him with a content hum, basking in the simple domestic joy seeping in through the sweetly scented air of the restaurant. A pair of plush lips press to your palm; biting back a giddy giggle, you throw the owner of said luscious lips a meaningful wink.  

Though... you doubt how much of your meaning could be conveyed to him... given how the two of you jerk back from each other a mere instant later, at the loud clearing of a throat from Sachiko and an angry 'Papa! Go away!' from Sachiro.  

Stomping back to her chair and settling into it with some effort and a huff, you watch an extremely pissed shadow form over the little girl's face, worsening as she twists and cranes her neck up to face her father. You really, really think your husband must not chuckle in this way in the face of such a thunderstorm— not when your daughter is shooting daggers with her gaze; and certainly not when your son is shooting that gloating smirk at him.  

Another time and you think you’ll look at that glare and at that smirk, then proceed to be on cloud-nine, realizing your children, despite being xerox copies of their father (both in looks and manners), did inherit certain features from you as well— something which a terribly competitive voice inside your head claims, is a great win— now, however, is decidedly no such time.  

Not when the person you’ve loved for these many years and know, will continue to do so for an eternity, looks one step away from being tormented to death– by none but the two milk-toothed lights of both of your lives.  

You watch Sachiko’s frown deepen, more than should be possible for someone her age, then begin. 

"Papa, I'm sorry but I have to break our deal. Sachiro is right. We two are the strongest duo of twins in the multiverse — we can't let you break our team this way. So, what if my brother makes a mistake? He's a young baby and babies are allowed to make mistakes, aren't they?"  

You wonder if she truly understands she was born a mere six minutes prior than her brother... and not six whole years, as appears to be the case right now. Holding back chuckles, you spare the person, addressed in the ‘not-really-apology' apology, an amused glance, then nod your head solemnly at her words.  

"They are, baby. They so are," you agree in the very next instant, then ask, a genuine inquiring inflection to your tone, "But what deal did Papa make you agree to, baby? Sounds pretty serious to me, to be honest." 

"Oh, it wasn't anything, sweet cheeks," your husband begins with an awfully nervous-sounding chortle; too bad, your daughter is quick to beat him to it. Throwing him a smirk, you can only describe to be devious, she looks back at you and grins. "Two weeks back, Papa found me in the living room, late at night, staring at shooting stars through the windows. And I found him walking away from the kitchen, eating a giant chocolate bar. Papa said you’ll be very mad because we didn’t listen to what you said, so, we should make a deal and become a team to keep this a secret from you." 

"Papa made that deal– only to divide us. So, our strong team can be destroyed and he can easily defeat us and keep you all for himself, Mama," your son chips in, puffy eyes narrowed into a very hard glare. Your daughter agrees vehemently from the opposite side.  

Your eyes drop to the glass of lemonade before you; you try your best to stifle the yawn.  

This fight over your affection has been going on since the time your children turned four or so... and despite them nearing an age of six in few months, no end can be seen in the horizon, to this war raging within your home...  

And as for the matter of Sachiko being awake way past her bedtime? You reckon you can't really do much on this, other than repeating the rules and the reasons behind each one of them– especially of punctuality and an adequate sleep– to her, like you did the last time... though, you think of toning your lecture down a little this time, considering it wasn't a video game but a meteor show she had stayed awake for... besides you too used to be — okay, no, wait, what??? 

Your husband's sheepish grin collides with the incensed glare you aim his way over the table. Letting out a frustrated huff of an exhale, your face turns away from his, choosing to stare at itself in the clean glass windows instead — too, too mad to acknowledge that white-haired, blue-eyed menace of yours, whining apologies with a pitiful gaze.  

You screw your eyes shut and let out a sigh. 

Being married to the yakuza king, Gojo Satoru, is a story, you deem, it couldn’t have been better, but being married to the sweet fiend, Gojo Satoru?  

Oh, sweet– no, strike that, you fucking hate that word—  

Oh, sour heavens above.  

That's a different story altogether. 

▸ if you've reached this point and still love me and/or my writing, istg I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH. writing something inspired by one's self-ship is so satisfying but so difficult, ngl. A BIG TYYY TO YOU WHO IS READING THIS LINE RN AFTER READING THIS MONSTROSITY OF A ONESHOT *sniffles*

▸ masterlist

[guppybibi]

Masterlist ⑅　ೀ

Fics

⠀✦⠀Yachi Hitoka (1) (2) [unfinished]

⠀✦ Kita Shinsuke 𓊆 It's Showbiz, Baby.𓊇 (1) (2) [ongoing]

⠀✦ Iwaizumi Hajime 𓊆 Ditzy Princess 𓊇 (1) [ongoing]

Oneshots

⠀✦ Tsukishima Kei (1)

[In which he dreads the plushie you made..]

⠀✦ Daichi Sawamura (1)

[In which he embarrasses you at your workplace, affectionately—of course.]

⠀✦ Hinata Shoyo (1)

[In which the two of you go on a n arcade date, sounds normal enough–right?]

⠀✦ Tendo Satori (1)

[In which the two of you connect through his chocolates!]

⠀✦ Hirugami Sachiro (1)

[In which your precious pet brings the two of you together.]

⠀✦ Koshi Sugawara (1)

[In which you spend Christmas together.]

⠀✦ Miya Twins (1)

[It will never be the same for them. NO incest.]

⠀✦ Kageyama Tobio 𓊆Academic Failures𓊇 (1)

[In which the both of you compete for the worst grade.]

⠀✦ Kiyoko Shimizu 𓊆It's For The Best𓊇 (1)

[In which you go to her wedding, except it's not you she's marrying.]

⠀✦ John Soap MacTavish (1)

[In which he's dead as hell/j]

⠀✦ John Soap MacTavish (2)

[In which he wants to be a bird.]

Headcanons

⠀✦ Haikaveh (1)

⠀✦ How they react to artist!reader 𓊆ft. keiji & bokuto𓊇 (1)

⠀✦ PJSK boys w/ sleepy!reader (1)

⠀✦ Karasuno first-years with idol!reader (1)

⠀✦ Karasuno first-years confessing to you (1)

Requests

⠀✦ Tsukasa Tenma x gn!reader w/anger issues (1)

⠀✦ Akito Shinonome with a gf who's obsessed with another group (1)

⠀✦ Toya Aoyagi with a gf who's a danceaholic (1)

⠀✦ Akito w/horrible rizz x implied!fem reader (1)

⠀✦ Akito x fem reader who's like Ame from NSO (1)

Drabbles

⠀✦ My sweet (1)

⠀

[oooohno]

hiiiiii nana! question for you, what's your love language, and what's sachiro's? how do you express love to each other?

Ooooh another excellent question! I show my love through gift giving & acts of service & Sachirō strikes me as an acts of service & quality time lover (I have this headcanon that on his days off he always follows be around & even gets mad when I try to do small stuff on my own e.g. picking up a parcel) BUT I think we both crave words of affirmation to some extent to feel reassured & acknowledge in our efforts & feelings (something we definitely have to work on together lol)

What about you & Byakuya? Are there differences in the way you show your love & how you want to receive love in return? :3

[strawbearisamu]

he overhears you complimenting another guy

gets whiny and pouty, keeps following you around, and won't stop till you cuddle him and give him so compliments of his own. might try to copy whatever the other guy did and declare that since he's the best, obviously he can do it even better.

·˚ ༘ ꒰⇢ bokuto, atsumu, sugawara, oikawa, terushima, tendou

gets really excited and starts complimenting him too. a literal ball of sunshine. 

·˚ ༘ ꒰⇢ hinata, inuoka, komori, aran, yamaguchi

agrees, and joins you in complimenting him. will point out something super specific. too.

·˚ ༘ ꒰⇢ ushijima, kita, daichi, iwaizumi, kai, aone, reon , akaashi

jokingly insults him (but not really), might sound a touch condescending and accidentally start a fight

·˚ ༘ ꒰⇢ kuroo, oikawa, kunimi, atsumu, tsukishima, futakuchi (kenji), yaku, shirabu

stonewalls and ignores you but refuses to tell you what's wrong. gets caught glaring at the guy too many times. only stops when you say you don’t like jealous boys, cause now he’s pouty and sad and you have to cuddle him. 

·˚ ༘ ꒰⇢ sakusa, kageyama, shirabu (aka salty setters), kyotani

super chill, nods in agreement and moves on

·˚ ༘ ꒰⇢ hanamaki, osamu, matsukawa, kenma, suna, hirugami, ennoshita, nishinoya, akaashi

becomes bros with the guy and makes it his goal to personally destroy him. very patient but you find a piece of paper scribbled "schemes to destroy guy y/n complimented," and tell him to knock it off or you're breaking up with him, he apologises the next day.

·˚ ༘ ꒰⇢ kuroo, oikawa, atsumu, terushima, daishou, tendou

pretends he's okay then cries when he's alone. you find him crying and give him lots of kisses, hugs and reassurance lmao.

·˚ ༘ ꒰⇢ kindaichi, semi, asahi

 tries to start a fight. you either have to apologise and pull him away or he actually gets a bloody nose and you have treat him as he sniffles and apologises to you. 

·˚ ༘ ꒰⇢ tanaka, yamamoto, hoshiumi, kyotani

sol's comments: haha joke :') don't come @ me. <3

m.list <3 | each and every reblop is appreciated ☻ (+ free hugs)

[sachirobabe]

Hiii i’ve seen all your works and wonder if you can do Kuroo n Sachiro hcs with y/n pranking him that “every girls need to shed their skin once a month” while using the peeling mask and ask if they want to peel “the old skin” for them?

You can search that trend on tik tok OMG it’s god damn hilarious 😂, old trend but still makes me laugh so hard whenever coming across the vid.

Thank you so much for reading my reqs n please just enjoy and take your time!!

these are hilarious omg i love watching these when they come up on my fyp, i hope i did an okay job, ty for requesting babes😊🫶🏽

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Kuroo Tetsurou

You had been seeing this trend all over TikTok, now, your boyfriend was chronically online, but you’re hopeful he hadn’t seen it yet and would give you a funny reaction.

As you applied the thick layer of a peel-off mask, you impatiently wait for it to dry, checking your bedroom door to make sure he wasn’t coming in and catching you in the act.

Once it was finally dry, you went off to find him in the apartment. He was laying on the couch, his long legs dangling off the end, his hand lazily held up his phone and he scrolled through Instagram.

“Hey, Tetsu.” You do your best to smile, already feeling the mask peeling by your mouth. He returns your smile, turning off his phone and sitting up, bringing his arms out for you to cuddle with him. “Do you want to help me with something?”

“Sure, what’s up, babe?” He asks and slightly frowns when he sees you take a seat next to him instead of in his lap. He notices a shiny layer of…something on your face.

You took a deep breath, pretending to be nervous. His radar immediately went off and now he was worried something had happened. “You know how every girl needs to shed their skin once a month, right?”

His expression shifted from concerned to confusion, “Wait, what? What do you mean shed your skin?”

“Yeah,” You insisted, trying to keep a straight face, “like when a girl is near her period, she needs to shed.”

“Do you…mean the lining of the uterus?” He asks even more confused, because that’s the only shedding he knows…and he can’t really help much when it comes to that.

You shake your head and maintain composure, “No, I mean on my face. I need help peeling off my old skin, do you think you can help?”

He blinks, clearly baffled, “This wasn’t taught during school.”

“It’s kind of a secret with girls, you remember how they separated the girls and boys? Well, this is why.” You say.

“Okay…” he says skeptically, “I’ll help you, babe.”

You grew excited internally, “Here, start from the edge.” You guide his hand to your face, where it was already lifting. He looks at you cautiously, not wanting to hurt you. “It won’t hurt, don’t worry.” You chuckle.

He nods and decides to give it a shot, he hesitates for a moment, but then carefully takes the edge of the “skin” and began peeling it off. His expression is shocked, revealing the smooth skin underneath, “This isn’t real?!”

“Yes it is! I was just nervous to tell you, so I never asked you to help me.” You say, trying to prolong his reaction.

“This is so weird! Why does it come off like this?” He says baffled.

You laugh, not able to hold it in longer and he’s even more confused now. “Tetsu,” you laugh, holding your stomach, “It’s a face mask, babe.”

He froze, but then bursts out laughing, “I thought I had a lizard girlfriend for a second there.”

You grinned and hugged him, “Aww, did I get you?”

He wraps his arms around you securely and continues to chuckles, “I’ll get you back, babe. I won’t forget it.”

Hirugami Sachiro

Your boyfriend sat at the kitchen table, doing some homework. You had gotten the idea from a particularly funny TikTok and decided it’d be perfect to try on him.

You quickly apply the face mask and wait until it’s dry to go interrupt his productive work. “Hi, Sachiro.” You called softly.

You drew his attention from his books and laptop, “Hi, sweetheart.” He smiles, grateful for the well needed break. “Everything alright?” He opens his arms and you sit softly in his lap, his arms wrapped securely around you.

Your expression grew serious, catching him off guard, “You’re aware that every month girls need to shed their skin, right?”

He furrows his brows, not understanding, “What? I’ve never heard of that.”

“Yeah, every girl does it, but it’s supposed to be a secret.” You held in your laughter at his cute expression. “Do you think you could help me?”

“Help you…peel your skin?” He asks to confirm what you’re asking him to do.

You nod, he thinks you’re oddly calm about this, “It’s my time of the month, and I want my dear boyfriend to help me.” You smile at him, feeling the mask peel a little.

He notices the ring around your mouth, he’s even more confused than he is in organic chemistry currently. “Your dear boyfriend is confused.” He chuckles. You try your best to explain it to him again, and still, he looks at you as if you’re crazy. “Are you feeling well, sweetheart?” He asks

You softly laugh, “I feel fine. Here, let me guide you.” You offer and he nods, giving you permission to continue.

He can feel something ready to be peeled, “Is this normal? I think you’re lying.” He says skeptically.

“I’m serious! Please help.” You pout.

He can’t say no to that face, “Okay, okay.” He says and begins peeling the “skin”, his jaw drops open as he sees that it is indeed peeling off.

“Oh, this one’s a good one. Last month’s was very patchy.” You comment and he looks baffled that this is happening.

“I don’t even…is this supposed to—what is going on?” He stumbles over his words and continues peeling.

You could barely contain your laughter, his face contorts even more at your laugh, wondering what was so funny. “Honey,” you laugh uncontrollably, “it’s just a face mask.”

“I didn’t believe it for a second!” He tries to save himself, “I knew you were lying.”

“Oh sure.” You continue laughing.

“It’s true!” He pouts at you.

You hugged him tightly, “I saw it on TikTok.”

“I will be getting you back.” He points a finger at you in attempts to make you intimidated—it doesn’t work.

[lunamochii]

sachiro.hirugami x f!reader

cw; make out session,

"Oh c'mon! We already paid plus we'll go by groups!"

You refuse to let go on grabbing a tight hold on the railings of your school while your friends are doing the best they can, to get you off

"I rather jump down than go inside!"

It's your school's festival and your annoying friends manage to trick you on accompanying them to the second floor, where the class activities are happening. Your class decided to do a photobooth for the activity, not that much people are visiting so your class was place at the third floor.

The class that chose to do activities that got a lot of people visiting were place on second floor. For examples, cafe theme, horror booth and many more.

"You guys know I'm bad at any horror related!"

"We'll go hand in hand!"

"Nah-uh! You guys also said that last year but I was left inside."

Well, it was more likely of you running away from them since you got so scared that you let go of their hand.

"Hey guys! We all can hear you downstairs, what's up?"

"Umi-kun!"

Your friends let go of you and you sigh in relief and fixes your uniform.

"Honeybunch!"

You mentally gag and glared at your boyfriend, Sachiro, he knows how much you hate being called that but he loves to see your annoyed face.

"Oh hello sugarplum."

You smirk seeing his twisted look, if he knows what to tease you. You also know how to tease him back, two can play that game.

"Hirugami-san can you please, please, please drag your beautiful girlfriend inside the horror booth? We don't wanna waste our money y'know!"

"Hmmm horror booth huh.."

Sachiro looks at your way and you gulp seeing that nasty smirk he has on his face, before you can even run away he already have a tight grip on your hands and drag you. Hell, you can't even get yourself free from him.

"You can pay right after you get out!"

You heard the student who's assign on the entrance then you saw your friends laughing along with Korai and Gao, you wish they'll slip on to something once they are inside.

The inside is reaaaaally cold if you must say plus it's pitch black on the entrance, there's a faint light of red, green and blue. Plus, the eerie sounds they are playing. You found yourself sticking to your boyfriend's body like a leech.

"It's okay baby, I'm here."

If he said that in a normal setting where his just reading one of your mangas on your room then maybe, maybe you'll be feeling butterflies from your stomach.

"Walk faster, Hiro!"

"I am? Relax, I-"

You froze when you felt something cold touch your feet, you slowly look down and your eyes met with a bloodshot eyes and a gaping mouth of a 'ghost'

"AAAAAAHAUWOOWSNSHSUSBS!"

You scream and push him away as you ran off. Sachiro was left there standing dumbfounded, he look down and saw what scared his girlfriend and smiled. He even crouch down and pat them on the head before running after you. He couldn't care less to the people who pops out from the sides.

When he got out, he paid for his own fee and tried to look for you but you are no way in sight. Soon after Korai, Gao and together with your friends came out looking all spook out but they are only laughing.

"Guys! Did you see her inside?" Sachiro ask

"No? I thought you guys were together?"

Korai said and Sachiro felt nervous as much he wants to tease you, the thought of you crying alone makes him feel bad.

"Can I go back in? My girlfriend hasn't come out yet."

The shopkeeper nodded but just when he was about to enter, he bump into someone. Sachiro was about to say sorry when the person he bump into hug him.

"Don't leave me..."

It was you. His girlfriend, he sighs in relief and hugs you back. Kissing the crown of your head, he can feel the trembling of your body and he just hugs you tighter.

"Hey hey it's okay.."

He guided you on the side and wipe your cheeks with your tears, you pouted and cried more making Sachiro chuckle and kiss on the cheeks.

"Bubs u okay? We're sorry..."

Your friends approach you and you just nodded. When you ran off, you were fast to find the exit but someone appeared making you turn to your right and you ended up getting lost. It was like a maze inside.

"Is fine.. but don't you ever, EVER drag me there again."

You huff and cross your arms, your friends chuckles and promise they won't do it again.

"Guys we'll go on a date. See ya!"

Sachiro held your hand and drag you away from the group, he didn't even let you say your goodbyes to them.

"Hey! This is your second time dragging me away."

"Sorry"

He didn't look back at you but his hand squeeze yours and you just let him be, you found yourself standing inside a empty room. You were about to ask him what is going on, he hug you, tight.

"Can I kiss you? I'm dying to kiss you."

"What? You drag me all the way here for that?"

He pulled away but his hands are still on your waist, his light brown eyes staring right at you.

"F-Fine.. I mean, okay. You can ki- mmff!"

Your back being press against the wall while his hands travels up and down, his tongue licking at your lips begging for an entrance. The moment you part your lips, he lets out a moan that made your legs wobble.

Normally, Sachiro doesn't act this way, his usually on his tame side everyday. You just don't know on why he is aggressive today.

"Sorry.. it's just you were so cute when you were crying.."

He said when he pulled away for a bit and before you can even answer him, his kissing you again. Your moans and his mixes together, your fingers tangling on his hair, pressing your body towards him.

"Wait- fuck.."

He pulled away and finally, you got a chance to breathe. He went to the nearest table and sat on it, his legs spread out. He held his hand towards you which you gladly took and now you're trap between his legs and resume your make-out session.

Sachiro admitted later that maybe, maybe not he got turn on seeing you on that vulnerable state and how cute you were crying. You told him that you'd rather hide when you cry than to face his less tame side.

••••••••••

bonus part.☆

"Wanna go in?"

You immediately shook your head and tried to drag away your husband, away from the horror booth you guys stumbled upon inside the mall

"Sugarplum please! You wouldn't want your honeybunch to suffer right?"

His brow twitches on the choice of endearment you use, you swear to god that you saw how his lips form into a nasty smirk. Intertwining his fingers to yours, he successfully drag you inside the booth.

Needless to say, you got fuck dumb by him later at night. Is what you get for pissing him off by using those cringey words and crying when you guys got out from the booth.

[yamagucji]

Embarrassing moments

warnings. just for shits n giggles, 14+ readers preferably, mentions of vomit, poop, choking, etc.

HINATA was extremely constipated and needed to use the bathroom quick. but there’s a long line to the mens bathroom (what’s the occasion anyway??) and he’s standing all the way at the back. poor hinata felt a fart coming so he just couldn’t... hold it in. mans SHARTED. shitted and farted at the same time. it stunk so bad that the guys in front of him said, “damn, you need the toilet more than me,” and let him cut in line.

USHIJIMA and tendou stopped to pet this dog during their walk. tendou’s conversing with the owner while toshi’s petting the dog. dog likes it, it’s all good. until... it got bored and decided that toshi’s butt smelled good. dog just wouldn’t stop sniffing his ass. “please, stop smelling me,” toshi says with desperation, which now catches the others’ attention. the owner has to pry their dog away from toshi’s ass cheeks, please. the awkward tension kinda dies down until tendou utters, “so, what’s your secret? what product are you using?”

YAMAGUCHI drank water in the middle of silent class reading. this boy started choking— and i mean choking on his water. you can hear his muffled coughs in the distance and when you turn around to look at him, his face is all red and his cheeks are puffy. none of his classmates say anything but you can practically feel second-hand embarrassment oozing around. the assistant teacher even has the audacity to say, “drink some water.”

KENMA’s calling this one his last try. he sticks his remaining coins into the slot and tries to get the brand new nintendo box thats in the machine. mf has been going at this for over twenty minutes now. his pouch is empty and there’s a crowd of kids waiting for him. no miracle happens in his last try (shit got stuck!!) so he has to move away only to watch in horror— as the kid after him manages to get it. you’re gonna have to hold kenma down before he hunts that kid with every bit of his soul.

DAICHI had a fat one coming in, that’s for sure. thought it was a free real estate just because everyone else in the camp seemed asleep. so he let that monster fart come out (even partly stuck out his thigh for better airway). whole team was awake in a matter of seconds. nishinoya’s jumped off his sleeping bag and asking everyone if they heard that “loud bang.” tanaka’s over here sniffing around because he knows that no one has got some kind of bomb that stinks.

SAKUSA’s not gonna admit to this one. but one time he opened a bathroom stall (it was unlocked) only to find that it was occupied. there are no words to accurately describe just how horried the sight was. sitting on the toilet was a man taking a shit, with his dick on full boner mode, staring back at sakusa. they only made eye contact for just 2 seconds but sakusa’s seen enough. he’s heard enough too, when said stranger asked him, “you wanna join me?”

ASAHI projectile vomited at the theaters. you should’ve known it was a bad idea to take him out to dinner before going to watch a scary movie. man had no courage to tell you he had an upset stomach nor tell you he’s not a fan of horror. it’s twenty minutes into the movie and he’s poking your arm— but you don’t notice because you’re too engrossed. another twenty minutes, and a jumpscare comes on. man beside you vomits like there’s no tomorrow. ya’ll spend the rest of the movie secretly trying to clean his throw-up.

TENDOU was watching anime in his dorm peacefully. until... the whole shiratorizawa team opened the door just in time for the show to switch up to an inappropriate scene. out of all the times they could’ve walked in, they really had to come when 2d clown man was moaning and fighting a kid? tendou scrambled to close his laptop but now he’s just staring back at his teammates; silent, except for the fact that his show is still playing and you can still hearing moaning in the background.

TSUKISHIMA turned his house upside down and still couldn’t find his glasses, nor his extra pair. he was about to leave bare eyed until his mom caught him and forced him to wear his sports glasses. yeah, the one with the whole strap and everything. mans looked like a fool coming to school with it on. people who didn’t know it was his sports glasses mistook it for swimming goggles. he’s so utterly humiliated now, he can’t even bite back when hinata or kageyama says something.

GOSHIKI... i don’t even know what to tell you. who let this kid go further into the lake by himself? it’s all fun and games for everyone until you hear an ear-defeaning shriek by your one and only goshiki. he’s yelling out, “help me! please! help!!” the lifeguards start kicking in and everyone’s trying to make way. is he drowning? is there something there? no for god’s sake. you find out he just made it 5 ft deep and happened to swim over a bunch of seaweed. never take him swimming again.

ATSUMU decided to check himself out using someone’s car window. he’s fixing his hair, picking at his teeth, and even checking to see if he has any boogers. all of a sudden the window rolls down and there’s a senior citizen staring back at him. “boy do you think my car is your mirror?” the man says in a gruffy voice. atsumu’s knees nearly buckle from how scary this man is and how embarrassed he is of all the four minutes he probably spent with this stranger.

SACHIRO’s job as a vet sometimes makes him do really questionable shit (from an outsider perspective). once he had to ejaculate someone’s dog in front of their owner. uh huh... jack them off, for the sole purpose of examining the dog’s semen. he’s never felt such a wave of regret wash through his body during that whole procedure. it didn’t help when the owner was looking at him mortified, nor the fact that it took such a long time.

OIKAWA does this thing were he shows up unexpectedly behind iwaizumi and slaps his ass. everytime he does it iwa always hits him back (but not the ass). today he learnt his lesson when he mistook a stranger for iwa and slapped the guys ass from the moon and back. when i tell you just how quick all the blood drained from oikawa’s body when the man turned around— you can hear a bag of chips fall at the other end of the aisle and it’s the iwa, who had to witness that whole ass-slap event.

ARAN is gonna knock the shit of the miya twins one day, he swears to god. they sent him a mysterious video during his morning walk, where he stopped at a busy street. it starts off quiet, so he goes to turn the volume up full blast. damn video suddenly started blaring ‘lick my pussy and my-’ please... he’s shaking. passerby’s are looking at him with distaste. aran’s now flushed from embarrassment and running towards the miya house. you can guess what happens next.

BOKUTO walked into the wrong house. spent a whole ten minutes rummaging around the kitchen because his friend said to “make yourself comfortable, i’ll be on my way.” little did this man know that there’s a whole family upstairs waiting for the cops to arrive because they think it’s a robbery. poor bokuto, dragged out of the house by some cops but had no idea what was going on. man was literally just vibing— thinking he was in his friends house.

OSAMU swore this size pants still fit him (hint: it doesn’t). he’s walking through the snack section of the store, lightly limping because damn his dick can’t breath. his truth is tested when he goes to pick something off the lowest shelf and his pants literally go, ‘let er rip.’ fabric tore, and what’s worse is that he was wearing onigiri undies. osamu goes to check if there’s anyone else in the aisle and there is— a group of underclassmen girls from his high school.

KUROO tried to make his chemistry presentation more interesting by putting in jokes. he thought they were funny; kenma even huffed a breath. kuroo’s at his third joke by now and literally no one has laughed. not a single one. except for kuroo himself, who’s awkwardly laughing in a dead-silent room. man was embarrassed. other people are getting second-hand embarrassment by the way they avoided eye contact with him. he vented to kenma later only for kenma to say, “it wasn’t funny. it was just stupid.” poor kuroo.

SUNA accidentally connected his bluetooth to the bus. you know, the one that drives all of inarizaki to their games. wanna guess what the fuck he might’ve been listening to? it’s porn. he’s watching porn in broad daylight. suna doesn’t realize what the issue is until he goes to turn up the volume and notices that the sound is off. he take his airpods off and that’s when he hears pure moaning sounds blaring inside the bus. everyone’s laughing— except for kita and their coach who’s still outside. mf calls himself lucky for that.

[dememetor]

hiiii, hope ur having a great day!

i loved the kissing hc, could u do a part 2 with hirugami and oikawa?

of course feel free to ignore this if u dont want to do it, thank uuuuu

hi! thank you so much for the request, hope you're having a wonderful day too anon! (also i hope i did hirugami okay and not ooc since i haven't finished the manga yet and he only has like 2 minutes of screentime shsj)

Kissing headcanons pt 2

kissing headcanons part 1

characters hirugami sachirou, oikawa tooru, kenma kozume, bokuto koutarou

warnings kiSsiNg but you knew that already also mentions of choking? and i swear a little

Hirugami Sachiro

is a really good kisser

his kisses are always smooth, pouring into each other; he sets a nice steady rhythm and lets your lips go with the slightest pop, like we get it you can kiss

tries to seem chill, but is really anxious the first time

obviously wants you to have a good time and wants to impress you which leads to him being a little tense in the beginning - is always hyper-aware of your every movement, trying to reciprocate and figure out what you want him to do

but once he relaxes and realises you just want him to be himself and he gives in,, hnngh

gentle but firm, tangles his fingers into your hair and leads the kiss that way

other hand is resting on your waist (usually) under your shirt

(also he can 100% unhook a bra with only one hand and from behind your back, it is actually fascinating)

(suspicious, but fascinating)

doesn’t really like tongue

but loves nose kisses

also for some reason likes tugging at your lower lip, like gently biting down

usually when you’re done making out he pulls you close and peppers your whole face with light kisses

he is just,, the absolute best best boy

i’m sorry you’ll have to top him

Oikawa Tooru

don’t get me wrong he’s all for switching and teasing and he loves seeing you all flustered and with swollen lips after a makeout session

but you can’t look me in the eye and tell me he doesn't like being topped

i mean he has to be in charge of everything when he's on the court so being able to come home, relax and let you take care of him is a nice change

ok ok i'm getting kind of distracted with this one, these are just kissing headcanons

like hirugami, is an absolutely amazing kisser, like this man knows what he's doing

you could kiss him for an hour straight and you wouldn’t be bored

loves it when you take him by the collar of his shirt and pull him in, that shit gets him SO flustered

like push him onto the bed, pinning one of his arms down, your other hand finding its way from his brown locks to his neck and squeezing gently, making him just enough dizzy, like please he loves it so much

i feel like he’s always horny so a makeout session could happen literally anywhere

no but seriously, you haven’t watched ONE movie together without ending up on top of each other

Kenma Kozume

soft, soft, soft, soft

doesn’t make a big deal out of kissing, but when you kiss him you always feel loved

was never type for longer kisses, i feel like he gets bored pretty easily

kisses! on the! gaming chair!

kisses on the forehead

kisses while he’s gaming - ok but not for long because “babe, not now”, like bAbE nOt nOw stfu and kiss me

but cuddling while he’s gaming? oh yes

lazy making out on his bed, with dim neon lights from his setup illuminating the room, him murmuring something against your lips, not wanting to pull away first

something about him makes you feel safe, you’re never uncomfortable around him, you can be yourself without worrying about doing something embarrassing

missing his lips when you lean in? accidentally crashing your teeth? he simply doesn’t care

the sight of him with red cheeks, half-lidded eyes and lips slightly parted, still tasting your kiss?

beautiful

Bokuto Koutarou

kisses you as if every kiss were your last

does the thing where he lifts you up and spins you around, meeting your lips halfway through

be prepared for him to just grab you under your thighs and lift you up

he likes to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer to him, holding you tight against his chest

and by tight, i mean his kisses are bone-crushing

so, so, so excited to kiss you

when he gets ahold of you, he won't let go that easily, like honestly good luck getting out of his embrace

he just wants to show you how much he loves you?? he's doing his best, if you don't marry this man i will

warning: don't try to tease him by pulling away, he will get the biggest pout

you can literally see the light leave his eyes as the betrayed expression forms on his face in slow motion and he realises he's not gonna get the kiss he wants

pretends he's hurt but only lasts 5 minutes (record time 7 minutes 36 seconds) before he's begging you to take him back again

god he's just so,, proud to have you by his side like he just loves showing you off to his friends like see that's MY partner!!

not even a kissing headcanon but I could talk about this man for days like just imagine waking up to him and the first thing you see in the morning is his smile ahsjsiw9cn

ALSO, it's the cutest thing when you can feel his lips curl into a small smile when you lean in for a kiss or like a proud grin when he manages to make you laugh

I love him

[quirrrky]

HAIKYUU BOYS & THE SILLY THINGS THEY DO WHILE YOU’RE ASLEEP -» scen-canons -» ft. oikawa, kita, kuroo, hirugami, kenma -» A/N: 🧁 I’m writing for hq everyweek 😊  Be a part of my taglist for contents and event privileges DETAILS | FORM 

»—OIKAWA

“Ohhh, is my baby tired? Is my baby Y/N tired?” He whispers and giggles. “I’m going to steal kisses from you. Here I go. Here I go.” Kisses your cheeks twice. You whimper and rub your cheek. He chuckles. You’re just too precious! Fishes out his phone and takes pictures & videos of you. “Oh, look at my baby so cute while dreaming of me.”

»—KITA

Mushy very mushy it’s too soft. Repetitively and gently sweeps your forehead. Watches you with so much love in his eyes. He doesn’t say his thoughts verbally but he just feels them. He just can’t believe how he finally has someone like you in his life. I will protect you all my life. I’ll work hard to make you happy everyday. Sheds tears and kisses your eyelids.

»—KUROO

Draws on your face sometimes. Teases you. “Oh look at that, look at that.” He pokes your cheek with his index. “How can you make me fall in love with you like this, huh, pudding cheeks?” He leans near your ear and whispered, “they’re cute by the way.” And kisses you. You whimper and he chuckles silently. “You must be dreaming of me. Arn’t you?”

»—HIRUGAMI

Kisses you before tucking himself in. Makes sure it’s on your lips. Maybe it isn;t just one. Lovey-dovey. Hates his sister’s boyfriend for it, but he’s closetly the same. Snuggles and hugs you closer because he’s struggling to fall asleep. You’re his human pillow. Nuzzles his face on your head, face or just whatever part of you near him. 

»—KENMA

"Y/N, Y/N,” He softly whispers, “I bought you fries with soda.” No, he doesn’t. He’s just checking if you’re asleep. “I ordered them large.” You don’t budge and that’s his hint. Gently places a light kiss on your forehead and a sleeping mask atop your eyes. Quietly, he sits on the floor, starts his console and resumes playing. 

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[nerd-of-karasuno]

Hello Kara!! Could you make headcanons for married life with Hirugami Sachirou ??😊❤

Of course! I'm always happen to write headcannons. Since this is married life, there will be some minor spoilers down below.

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Not too long after you get married, you have a child...

and by child, I mean either a cat or dog.

Sachiro is happy with either or even both, so he leaves the decision up to you.

he does want a dog just tiny bit more though.

Honestly, married life with Sachiro is pretty relaxed.

Sure you fight sometimes and disagree, but Sachiro is good with communication.

Sachiro is pretty calm during arguments and fights as well.

He despises fighting with you, but it's rather hard for him to get angry, especially at you.

But fights don't happen that often since Sachiro is highly observant, so he notices if you're upset about something quickly and he tries to resolve what's going on before anything argument starts.

Even though Sachiro doesn't play volleyball anymore, he still likes to go to watch volleyball games when he's not working and loves it when you come with

He goes to Schweiden Adlers games often since both his broher and middle school friend are on the team.

Hoshiumi is very fond of you and if you don't mind, he comes over for dinner maybe one every month or two.

Hoshiumi does his best to make sure you and Sachiro get free seats at his games if you're wanting to come.

Anyway, Sachiro enjoys messing with you occasionally, but he knows when to stop.

He likes teasing you too

Sachiro will also tickle you when you're least expecting it.

mainly because he adores your laugh- he always has. He did tell you that when he first confessed to you.

Since he tickles you when you least expect it, he usually ends up tickling you when you're cuddling or when he needs you to get out of bed in the morning because you have to be somewhere.

Cuddles are a very common occurrence and your pet usually joins you two if it's an affectionate.

Sachiro is very good with surprising you with dates and gifts.

He can get quite busy with work and he has had to cancel dates before, so he makes up for those dates by surprising you with another date.

Sachiro puts a lot of thought into your dates and the gifts he gives you. He really wants to be sure that whatever dates you go on that he plans and whatever gifts he gives you are meaningful to you.

No matter what happens, Sachiro just wants the best for you. He loves you more than anything else in world and is so happy he is your husband and gets to spend the rest of his life with you.

[dokifluffs]

Zooms With His Kid | Sachiro, Kuroo

Pairing: I mean, for sachiro, it’s irrelevant since y/n isnt mentioned.. Kuroo X Reader (female) 

Genre: fluffy domestic goodness 

Author’s Note: kuroo simp mwah 

Warnings: Post time skip! Child! 

Zooms with their Kid | Ennoshita, Akaashi // Zooms with their Kid | Suga, Osamu // Zooms with their Kid | Kenma, Bokuto

*S/N = Son’s Name, D/N = Daughter’s Name* 

Sachiro: 

he’s a vet 🤩

“On Wednesday, there will be a virtual appointment conference for the three sick pups and then Thursday, we’ll be clear for the morning but we’ll need to be in the office for a physical check up on the cat. The owner reported more respiratory problems in her cat,” Sachiro glanced down at his calendar

His college intern jotted down the dates for this upcoming week in his work schedule

“Sorry, could you repeat what you said for Thursday, your audio cut out…”

“Sure, so mornings, we’ll have a clear day but then in the later afternoon around 4, we’ll have an owner and her cat come in ‘cause she reported some respiratory problems.”

“Got it…” he concentrated on writing down the rest of the plans as Sachiro went through this coming week and the week after that, slowed down in case the audio were to cut out again.”

“Alright and I think that will-“

“Papa.”

The small voice of his little girl as she babbled, standing wobbly beside her father’s seat as she looked up, her hair clearly damp from her bath earlier, holding a pale blue blankie close to her little body

“Why hello there, my angel,” he smiled as he slid his hands beneath her arms, lifting her with ease

She sat in his lap, only the top half of her head appearing on the bottom left side of Sachiro’s display

“Sorry, my daughter appeared.”

“It’s alright. Is this it?” His intern asked

“Yep, we’re all good to go. See you tomorrow,” he waved off his intern as the zoom call came to an end

“How’s my little girl?” He cooed as she tilted her head, looking at him with her matching light brown eyes, wide as they could be

He stood her on his thigh, taking in how small and precious she was but also how much bigger she was since coming home from the hospital

“You’re growing so fast,” he brought her close to him and smothered her cheek with kisses and raspberries

She elicited adorable laughs as she attempted to cover her face, shying away from her father

“Are you ticklish? Huh?” He smiled as he repeated the action, teasing her, standing to his feet so he could bend forward, dipping her little body in his arms

The entire room filled with her laughed and his heart felt so full

Kuroo: 

“If we’re able to set it up, we should be able to start up about three more programs within the Kobe region as well as at least two more within the Nagoya region,” Kuroo spoke fluidly and clearly as he spoke with his subordinates

Even while everyone was to work from home, the gears didn’t stop grinding

With that said, his assistant continued the presentation as he watched, thinking about what plays could be made to spread sports even more throughout the country, to make the economy move

Just as a few more discussed matters, exchanging ideas as well as complications that may occur, you stepped into his home office, finding him leaned back in his seat with his blazer and tie no longer on, his sleeves rolled back to reveal his toned forearms

You wore your own business attire with a Bluetooth ear piece that almost never left your ear, only when you showered and slept

You carried on your son, clearly on the phone with a business associate as you handed him to Kuroo, mouthing that you were too busy

Kuroo was perfectly fine with it as he took his little boy into his embrace, the babbling infant happily playing with his teething toy

“Apologies, my son will be joining us for the rest of the meeting,” Kuroo explained curtly as his assistant continued on with the presentation, not even noticing that his display was enlarged because it picked up the sound of you coming in and bringing your son in

With a swift click of a button, he muted himself as he sat up straighter, looking down to his son, his once undivided attention now split with the presentation and his son nearing the age of two years

“You’re a lot more fun to be with than being in this meeting, buddy,” he hummed as he bounced, smiling down at his son, leaning forward to press kisses to the crown of his little head

The little one wore a simple bear onesie, his hood up which also had little ears that made him look especially precious to anyone who could see him

“How were you today, hm?” He bet his head down, locking eyes with his son that looked almost exactly like he did

“Were you good for mommy?” He reaches his hand up, rubbing the back of his index finger to his chubby cheek, feeling how smooth and plush he was

His little boy let out a shaky noise as a result of the bouncing, breaking a smile on Kuroo’s lips in the midst of his meetings

“Kuroo-san, how does that sound?” A subordinate asked

“I think that sounds great,” he unmuted himself, his voice and persona bubbly as his smile grew even bigger hearing his son’s babbling bouncing voice

“Doesn’t that sound great, buddy?” He glanced down to his son to which he let out a high pitched babbling

“Ah, he thinks so too,” Kuroo let out the biggest smile, on cloud nine. “Let’s do it.”

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