#terushima yuuji x gn reader

[xnchxntmxnt]

hiyaa !!

i’d like to request fluff sjsjsjsjsj

i’ve recently got back into hq,, once again<3

so teru pls n ty cause just,, he

anyway if you pls, male/gn reader who gets rejected and basically gets comforted n then realises,, oh shit i like you not this mfer 😦😦 so there’s sobbing and ilys but then a real ily and it’s just all so

aww

anyway !! don’t feel pressured to write ever, have a good day :]]

my b!! forgot to sign off lol,,

yr recent ask was me !! i have returned <3

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we're gonna pretend i didn't get this ask several months ago ok im sorry

small conversations, smaller confessions

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Character: Terushima Yuuji

Warnings: some kissing at the end, maybe a little cursing?

Notes: i decided to empty out my drafts/inbox and this was the latest thing in my inbox again i am so sorry. thank you @possiblypoe for the help love /p <3

gn!reader!

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It was hard to stay upset when your best friend had ice cream smeared on his nose and was giving you a retelling of a conversation he’d had with his four-year-old brother, while somehow managing to sound exactly like his brother when he mimicked him. 

For the last ten minutes, Terushima had been parading around your room, overdramatically imitating his brother while taking quick breaks to shove more ice cream (from the giant tub, by the way—you were sharing it since he forgot to buy himself anything on your way home) in his mouth. 

The person you’d had a crush on rejected you at school, and since they had, Teru had been right by your side. You had to threaten him to get him to go to class, actually. He was trying to be incredibly supportive, though, and comfort you in any way he could. 

Which lead to him insisting on going to the store, buying a ton of your favorite junk food, and now he was doing everything in his power to make you laugh. Including some rather inappropriate jokes that had him laughing harder than you. 

He sat on your bed, kicking his feet up and putting them on your lap. “How you feeling now?” he asked, taking a rather large scoop of ice cream and putting the whole thing in his mouth. 

You stared at him for a moment. “Worried you're going to get a brain freeze, Yu.”

He shrugged. “Eh, whatever,” he said through a mouthful of ice cream. “Not what I meant. You feeling better about what’s-their-name?”

“A little.” You let out a long sigh before shoving his feet off of you, deciding to lay down. Your pillows were on the other side of him, so you laid your head on his leg. He smiled down at you as you kept talking. “You’ve done a lot for me. Thank you, Yu.”

“Anything for you,” he said, booping the tip of your nose. “Y’know, that person’s kind of a jerk, anyway. I don’t think that would have worked out well for you.”

“Did you hear something or are you saying that to make me feel better?”

“It’s just to make you feel better.” 

You scoff and roll your eyes at him. 

“I’m sorry! I don’t think I’ve heard one person say something bad about them! President Perfect, if you ask me. Maybe a little too perfect.”

The comedic suspicion in his voice made you laugh again. What would you do without him?

Teru was…amazing, really. He was there to comfort you at any given moment, always had something to make you laugh, and had this energy that drew people to him like a magnet. He was always so chipper and, despite sometimes needing someone to reign his shenanigans in, really cared about the people around him and made sure they knew it. 

When you looked up at him again, a content smile stuck on his face as he looked back, something seemed like it clicked in the back of your head. You’d been pining after this person for a few weeks and sure, maybe you liked them, but there was something different about Yuuji. How much of that was years of friendship, and how much of that was something else?

You sat up abruptly, shaking the thought from your mind. You didn’t need to go there right now, what if he didn’t feel the same? What were you saying—you yourself weren’t sure how you felt about him! You needed to get your head straight first and then you could figure out what the hell all this meant. 

“You alright?” he asked, following you by sitting up as well, reaching out a hand to make sure nothing was wrong. 

Quickly, you nodded, jumping up and heading toward your door. “Yeah! I’ll, uh…ill be back in a sec. Feel free to finish off the ice cream.”

He made a weird face but you didn't take the time to look, instead running for the hallway and deciding to lock yourself in the bathroom for a moment. What were you thinking? Years of friendship down the drain because of a fleeting thought? But now you were thinking about it more and—

“Dammit!” you cursed, half-whispered as you slammed your fist on the counter. Now what were you going to do?

A quiet knock sounded from the other side of the door and you heard Yuuji’s voice. “(Y/N)?” he asked. “You good? Thought I heard something fall…”

You sighed and turned, opening the door. He offered an encouraging smile that broke whatever sanity you had left in your mind. 

All the emotional exhaustion finally got to you. Maybe it wasn't a great decision, it was definitely rash, but you grabbed his hand and pulled him a little closer, asking, “would you freak out if I kissed you right now?”

He stared, wide-eyed, but shook his head. Without a second thought to let your sense of reason kick in, you dropped his hand, grabbed him by the collar, and kissed him.

It was fast—much too fast—but you could feel the tension cut through the air and dissipate the closer you got. Expectantly, you looked at him as you pulled away, waiting for one of you to say something. You tried to, but the words didn’t want to come out. 

He spoke up first, barely above a whisper. “I have been waiting to do that for years,” he muttered before leaning in again. This time, he kissed you breathless, one hand gently on your hips and the other holding the side of your face. Your hand dropped from his collar and played with the (quite soft, actually) buzzed hair at the bottom of his head. 

You stayed there for a while, back against the counter, just kissing. Neither of you wanted to pull away from the other, he was more important than air, and apparently, he thought the same. 

After a minute or so of that, he leaned his forehead against yours, smiling against your lips. “You have no idea how much I wanted to do that,” he said, bumping his nose against yours. 

You leaned back quickly, looking him in the eye, expression that of shock. “You what?” you asked, just now processing his earlier words. 

He laughed and laid his head on your shoulder. “I’m sorry, (Y/N), I…I never wanted to say anything, but I’ve had a massive crush on you since…what, probably first year?”

Gently, you smacked the back of his head, asking, “why didn’t you tell me?”

Yuuji picked his head up and kissed your cheek. “I didn’t know you’d feel the same!” he said, mimicking your tone. “Let’s just…skip that part. Less talking, more kissing.”

He paused for a moment to make sure you didn’t want to argue/would be okay with that (always a gentleman) so you closed the gap between you. He was right, talking could wait.

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[kairismess]

❝i love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?❞ summer fling. — haikyuu angst headcanons.

🎧 song inspo: cruel summer. — taylor swift.

it sometimes hurt you to be reminded that you love him.

you couldn't put that false "romance" you two shared over the brief summer vacation behind you, because every time you tried to forget him, he'd always come back to the front of your mind, and you'd be reminded over, and over, and over again why you loved him.

you didn't just love his smile that lit up the whole room, you didn't just love the confidence and charisma he had that made everyone else fall for him—and of course, you didn't just love him for what he could do or how great he was at volleyball... you loved him for him.

he, who sometimes forgot to eat with how engrossed he was in practice, so you always brought him some food—sometimes dragged him to eat with you if he was being hardheaded; he, who always had the gall to tease you over the smallest things—he never did know how to let go of making you pout all cutely—he, who never spoke a word of, "i love you" back to you when you'd murmur it in his ear or mumble it in between the hungry, lustful kisses he stole from your pretty lips.

you should hate him. but you can't.

not after spending what felt like a lifetime with him, feeling the hot and cold of a relationship that didn't quite feel like one... just being his summer fling—you can't help but want him back, even if he can't remember your name or refuses to name you in front of his friends and teammates.

especially not in front of the new girl who took your place.

oikawa, atsumu, suna, tsukishima, terushima.

[sunshowerwriting]

shoving your cold hands under their shirt to annoy them, but it backfires. they just grab your hands, give you a little wink, and go, “oh? looking to feel me up were you? touch all you like.”

ASMODEUS. solomon. tanaka. nishinoya. OIKAWA. atsumu. TERUSHIMA.

[emmyrosee]

Emmy my dear could I have some Terushima fluff? nOT ANGST THIS TIME. I just reread the fic you wrote for my last ask and I am going to cry. Could I just get some humble Terushima Yuji being an insatiable tease? -pip anon (I love you, take care of yourself)

Mannn you’re no fun ☹️

Jk ily but I do love to mess with ya a lil bit 😂🥰 also you do the same, or else I’ll come fight you rn no 🧢

————-

He was always at your house.

Terushima Yuuji had somehow, someway managed to sneak his way into your life almost daily, opening the door and closing it like he payed the damn rent himself. Your roommates didn’t care, if anything they really loved having his company around- you’ve had to talk to them about inflating his ego more, which is about the last thing you need- but the amount of times you’ve come home to him eating your leftovers, or in one of the hoodies you stole from him, or taking a hot shower and using all the hot water was a staggering amount.

And it’s not like you… mind- well, okay, maybe you mind just a hair when you go to shower and are blasted with ice- but over all, Yuuji’s proved himself to be a good handyman in times of need, and he’s quick to give you money for groceries, and it truly makes you question where the little snot rocket from so long ago ended up in that little soul of his.

You also appreciate the sixth sense he has when it comes to you coming home, and when your hands are full of groceries, you’re secretly a little glad the stubborn asshole you now call a friend decided to stick around.

“Need help?” He says happily, propping the door open with his foot, watching as you waddle in with the bags. He makes no other moves to help you though, and you roll your eyes.

“No, I got it,” you say, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Thank you. What would I ever do without you?”

“Probably be really bored,” he snickers, grabbing one of the bags that hang haphazardly from your pinkie.

He doesn’t need to ask where things go; it’s one of the nice things about Yuuji, you never have to ask him for other help, and he does tasks with no complaints or no questions. He merely sends you teases and annoying, blown kisses when his eyes catch yours, because who would Terushima Yuuji be if not a menace to your everyday life?

“Yuuji,” you sigh, trying to hide your smile with an annoyed grimace as he bumps into you once again. “You know you could be about twelve different places right now, and they’d all be immensely more helpful.”

“Hey,” he says, pointing his index finger at you. “Watch your mouth. You love my company and you know it.”

“I almost have to,” you scoff. “You’re always here. Eating my food, stealing my blankets, using my shower. Rentless, mind you.”

He closes the cabinet door with a small chuckle before turning to your and offering you a shrug and a smile, “what can I say?” He turns to you fully, leaning against the countertop. “I just like the idea of you comin’ home to me.”

You tense up, stomach flipping at his words, and you can practically feel that stupid grin splaying over his face as he looks at you, clearly enjoying your newly flustered features.

“Shut up and put the ice creams away.”

“You got it, boss.”

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Wear You Down

Terushima x gn!reader

“How did you two even get together?” Daichi had always been curious. You were his cousin for crying out loud! And he remembered how your boyfriend behaved back in high school. “I still can’t believe we’ve known him as long as we have.”

You just gave him a smile, your eyes drifting to see the man you now called the love of your life fixing up Asahi’s hair for his up coming fashion show, “What can I say?” You offered with a shrug, “He wore me down.”

“Babe!” Your boyfriend called, digging through another cabinet as Asahi sat rigged in a chair to avoid accidentally tousling his long hair from position, “Do you remember where I put those fancy pins we got for this? I thought they’d be with the rest of my stuff.”

You laughed, getting them from atop the fridge, “You stuck them up here so you wouldn’t lose them, love.”

“Ah!” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, taking them and hurrying back, “You’re a life saver. No one can read my mind like you can.”

“Hey!” You were seven years old, running up to a boy you’d never seen before on the playground. School was only a week away. “I bet I can guess your favorite color.”

“No way,” he laughed, staring up at you from the swing, “That’s impossible!”

Wiggling your fingers in front of your face, you spoke excitedly, “I can feel it oozing from you! It’s the same as mine, I just know it.”

“Humor me then,” he smirked, as well as a little boy could at least, “What is our favorite color?”

“It’s dark green, right? Right!?”

He had never seen someone as happy as you were in that moment. Grinning at him with a missing front tooth, hair haloed by the sun behind you. Admittedly, he had been in a fire truck phase, red was his favorite. But as he looked at you with wonder in his eyes, opening his mouth led to an innocent lie, “You’re right. Dark green is my favorite.”

“I knew it!” You thrusted a fist into the air, “I’m Y/N by the way. Y/N L/N.”

“Terushima.” He offered, “You’re so pretty. Can I be your boyfriend?”

You laughed, so full and bright, “We’re too young for that!”

“Maybe in the future then.” He shrugged, about to ask you to swing with him when someone called your name.

“Come on, Y/N! Auntie says we gotta get home for dinner!” Another little boy with black hair, your cousin Daichi, waving his hands to get your attention.

“Coming, Dai! I hope to see you again, Terushima.” You were running away before he could reply.

He ended being in your class until you moved to attend Karasuno with Daichi.

When Daichi and Asahi finally left, Yuuji wrapped his arms around you from behind, “It’s good to see you smiling with them. I gotta say, back when we started dating I was afraid Daichi would hold it against you.”

“Why’s that, love?” You looked back at him, leaning your head against his shoulder, “Daichi is my cousin, he just wants me happy.”

Yuuji grimaced, “I know, but I can see why he had reservations before.”

Taking his hand, you spun out of his embrace, “Remember when we ran into each other at the tournament?”

He pouted, “That’s exactly what I’m talking about!”

Kiyoko had run back, someone forgot something- you hadn’t been paying attention, too busy getting the players into their seats and realizing one was missing. Ukai and Daichi asked you to check on her, see what was holding them up. Finding Hinata try to ‘rescue’ Kiyoko from a rival team wasn’t what you expected and you weren’t exactly an extrovert, not as much as you had been when you were younger, but you walked over anyway. The one with the poor blonde dye job dumped Hinata out of the way and you felt the vein in your forehead twitch at his disregard for the boy- only to laugh when the leader of the rival boys recoiled as the orange haired boy jumped in front of him. “Kiyoko is our precious manager!”

“We were just talking,” dye job tried to reason, and you decided it was time to step in.

“Hinata, Kiyoko, the bus is waiting for you two. Daichi is about to unleash Tanaka and Noya.” Kiyoko giggled, knowing the captain and coach would rather tie them to a leash and make Tsukishima or Kageyama find her, “And you, dye job, don’t touch my players.”

“Does that mean I can touch you?” He smirked, and you pulled back in disgust.

“Wow, that’s how you talk to girls these days, Yuuji? Damn.”

He blinked, eyes suddenly lighting up as they soaked in your features, “Y/N!” He pulled you into a hug before Hinata could stop him, “Don’t hate on my game, babe! You’re just jealous you don’t get to see it in action much.”

“Oh, yeah. So jealous. How many people have you actually won over like this, you hound dog?” Rolling your eyes, you shoved him back, already ushering your club members toward the bus.

“Just waiting for you to finally fall into my arms.” He winked, and you gave him a fake gag.

“Gross. Nice try though, three out of ten for the effort. Bye, Terushima!”

The entire bus ride was spent with a lecture from your cousin after Hinata told everyone about the interaction.

Cooking dinner led to a mess- much like it did every night- because Yuuji was always trying to come up with new games to play as you cooked or cleaned. He was equal parts focused and unfocused when it came to any task. It was how he pursued most aspects of his life- talking to clients while working on their hair, wrestling with his old volleyball buddies and simultaneously never missing a beat when you talk to him, juggling chores he’s trying to finish and still catching every second of his favorite tv show. It led to chaos sometimes, like when he spent every interaction you had in high school trying to win your attention and could still be distracted by a pretty face- or at least pretend to be. Your friendship never suffered over the years, but it slowed down the progress you could’ve made with each other along the way.

Because you could look at him now- hair stylist that was doing something he loved, doing favors for your friends like he did today- and sometimes you could see the flirty playboy he used to be.

He still hit on you every day, no matter how big or small the pick up was, but now you never paid attention to whether his eyes could stray. Because they never did, not honestly in the past, and definitely not now. Daichi had concerns for the longest time, before he actually got to see Terushima around you. You were an introvert by nature, long grown out of your outgoing childhood phase, but your boyfriend had always been outgoing no matter the circumstance. Your cousin had worried that he had talked you into it- and he had. But he didn’t manipulate you into it. From that day on the playground he had been your best friend. Sure, he talked you into things that you wouldn’t do, but he also hyped you up about things you wanted. He was the reason you pursued your degree, the reason you worked in a field mostly dominated by men that looked down on you. Terushima always had your back, and it was that long standing trust that eventually let him wear you down for a date.

And your stance on that, as you always reassured him when he questioned your differences, was that letting him wear you down was the best decision you could’ve made.

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[kyopmi]

☆ — 𝒑𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒖 𝒑𝒆𝒏 ! [ ch04 : rin (not suna) ]

pairing — suna rintarou x gn!reader

notes — “not suna” is here... whoever that is

words — 1,093

[ series masterlist ]

“suna—”

“rintarou.”

suna corrects you without looking up from his textbook. his left hand supports the side of his head on the table while his right hand is highlighting contents from the book that he deems important. (although at the rate he’s going, there are way more highlighted words on the page than nonhighlighted ones.)

you shoot him what you hope is an intimidating glare from across the library table, even though he’s not looking.

since your little outing together, the both of you have definitely gotten more attached. attending shared classes together and never failing to save a seat for each other, going for meals while chattering about anything you could think of, having movie and tv show marathons into the late hours of the night, texting endlessly almost every single day. sometimes, you even think he’s the closest confidant you have at the moment, and a small part of you hopes he could say the same about yourself. however, it’s only last week when he asks that you start calling him by his given name, and you’ve told him that it’s going to get some time getting used to calling him by his first name when you’ve been referring to him by his last name for the past few weeks.

“rintarou,” you repeat, to suna’s satisfaction, “what do you think about terushima yuuji?”

your question stops suna in his tracks, the tip of his neon yellow highlighter hovering above his book. his eyes are still trained on the words on the page but he’s definitely thinking of something else, and there’s a beat of silence before he replies.

“why do you ask?” he asks back, not giving you an answer but rather, a question in return. he finally looks up at you with an unreadable expression, twirling the highlighter in his hand.

you shrug and look away under suna’s intent gaze, peering at your own notebook. “dunno, just curious,” you give him a mumbled respond, toying with the mint blue pen on the table.

suna looks like he wants to press for an actual answer. he breathes out a light huff, leaning back on his chair. “well, he’s a business major in our year,” suna ponders aloud, “he’s staying in some big house off-campus. his parents are rich or something. that’s about all i know about him.”

suna shifts his position again, this time leaning forward with both arms crossed on the table. “why are you asking me, anyway?”

“don’t you know everyone, mr. popular?” you tease, a cheeky smile on your lips as you look back up at him.

suna scoffs and gives you an unamused stare. “i don’t, contrary to what your delusional brain believes,” he deadpans, making you giggle. “but why do you want to know about him, really?” he pries once again, intrigue in his eyes. “oh — don’t tell me,” he leans even closer towards you, fox-like eyes narrowing, “our little pikachu has a little crush?”

“no!” you retort adamantly, lightly flicking his forehead with the end of your pen and earning a chuckle in return. “some friends were just talking about him, is all. some party he’s having or whatever,” you finally admit.

at your reply, he cocks an eyebrow. “and you’re planning on going to this party?” he asks, a suspicious edge in his tone.

“no. maybe. i don’t know,” you sigh, not quite having made up your mind yet.

“well, i don’t think you should go,” suna mutters, voice quieter than before and a shadow of a pout on his lips.

it’s your turn to shoot him a questioning look. “and why is that?”

roles reversed, it’s suna who looks away from your gaze this time, though he plays it off as if he’s returning to his textbook. “just don’t think you’ll enjoy it that much,” he replies shortly.

you offer a thoughtful hum in response, and there are no more words exchanged between you and suna for the next five minutes or so as you both redirect your focus on your respective studies.

“hey, y/n,” suna breaks the silence without looking up from his book, “will you let me know if you do go? to the party, i mean.”

the pen in your hand pauses its scribbling across your notes. “may i ask why?”

“just do it? for me?” he urges instead of elaborating.

just trust me on this — suna doesn’t say it aloud but you can hear him loud and clear.

“okay, rin.”

[ 12:17 a.m. ]

rin was right. rin was absolutely right.

it’s the only thing you can think of as you’re huddled at the front porch of terushima yuuji’s house while his party is still going on inside. your back is resting against the outer wall, holding a plastic cup filled with a drink unknown to you, you only know you don’t like it. the first hour you arrived had been fine — you were mingling and having a good time with your friends — but as the night went on, more and more people trickled into the house and you were unsurprisingly separated from them. instead, you ended up lost in a sea of unfamiliar faces, pushed around by partygoers packed into the house and the reverberating bass of the song you were once enjoying becoming more of a nuisance. eventually, you gave up on finding your friends and stepped outside to get a breath of fresh air.

you sigh, finger hovering above the call button on rin (not suna)’s contact, nervously chewing on your bottom lip in deliberation.

fuck it.

you press the button. the line barely rings twice before it connects.

“y/n? everything okay?” there’s an endearing tinge of worry in his voice as he foregoes a greeting.

“hi. rin — yeah, i’m okay,” you stumble slightly over your words, “just… not in the mood to be here anymore.” you try to add a light laugh at the end of your sentence, but even that sounded weak.

instead of a reply, there’s a flurry of hurried shuffling at the other end of the line.

“hang in there for a minute, okay? i’ll come get you.” his voice is softer, providing you with a little relief.

“you don’t have to,” you say, though anyone can hear how half-hearted you sound.

“i’m already on my way.”

suna may or may not have stolen your phone and changed his own contact name so you’ll remember🖤

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[leti666bigboss]

Heyy! I'm in a huge Terushima mood and I was wondering, if you have the time of course, if you can write a scenario in which Teru helps his darling pick out their next piercing/tattoo or vice versa (His darling helps him choose a piercing/tattoo). You can change or add anything you'd like I really don't mind as long as you're enjoying what you're writing :) Hope you're having an awesome day/night <3

Industrial

featuring: terushima x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: cussing, piercings/mentions of needles, mentions of anxiety/stress

Oh, I think we all know Terushima Yuuji and his habit of doing things in the spur of the moment. He's been like this since he was little, and usually it wouldn't have been such a big deal. That, until it went from buying one thing instead of another to bleaching his hair and getting piercings. But, to be honest, your life would have been kinda boring without his eagerness and desire to try out new things.

Lately he's been having such a big influence towards you that now you want to get piercings as well. Unlike him though, you're thinking your choices very carefully. Maybe a little bit too carefully... "[name], I told you! Stop trying a bunch shit-ton of filters, just get the damn piercing and if you don't like it, take it out!" "And I told you, Yuuji, I'm not like you. I have to think thoroughly before penetrating my body" "You're making it sound like you gon' die or sum" You wanted something simple but not too basic, you've never gotten any wild piercings before-- just lobes and that's it (sorry if this doesn't apply to everyone). Therefore you wanted one that stands out but isn't out of one's tree. Terushima isn't an expert or anything like that, if anything, he's the exact opposite and in his mind every single type of ring, earring or stud would suit you. However, looking back at something he had always wanted, it came to his realization that you might like it as well. He notices your leg shaking rapidly as you're zoning out and the look in your eyes just shows how deep in thought you actually are. Teru doesn't always have a way with words other than his amusing chatter. He hates seeing you anxious about something yet so simple in his mind though, hence he decides to speak up: "Listen, darling, don' stress over somethin' like this. I've been thinking 'bout it and an Industrial would look so damn good on you, don't'ya think?" “Maybe…”

[xnchxntmxnt]

SO UH

I would ask of you

Terushima with a bf that completely matches his flirty energy and it’s just like a

“Who can make who more flustered”

this man has my whole brain rn 🛐🛐

also, don’t feel pressured to write at all:)

Fandom: Haikyuu

Character: Terushima Yuuji

Warnings: none besides not being proofread

Notes: There was no specification about how you wanted the format so here’s some headcanons also yeah ik it said male reader but there was no reason to use pronouns so

gn!reader! (no pronouns used)

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You may think

He would get into flirting battles with you

You’d be correct

However just know that he will be BRIGHT RED while doing so

And will lose

Anyone that can even come close to matching his energy, he completely LOVES

And falls so fast for

But if you're gonna flirt back?

He’s whipped smh good luck to the rest of the team getting him to shut up about you

The first time he was hitting on you, you weren’t together but you knew of him

He was a flirt and a generally fun guy, you might have met once or twice

So when he was flirting and asked for your snap/number (y’all think i actually know how dating works??? And you were flirting BACK with him?

Immediate heart eyes

Jaw hit the floor

But you guys talked more and once you got home from wherever you were at you he talked to you the ENTIRE night

And periodically through school the next day

And then the next day

You guys just clicked and he felt so good talking to you?? He loved it honestly it was so nice

You were so fun to listen to and talk to and he called you while doing homework and after practice and sent little videos during practice of the boys, making jokes like “im so proud of my kids” about the first years

Lets say he fell and fell hard

So this is where the flirting gets interesting

Bc he backed off a lot when he really started to like you

But hes flirty by nature so you guys would do dumb oneliners at each other all the time

But when you catch him irl?? And he’s flirting??

Phewww youve opened up a while new side to his personality

You’ve never seen a guy blush so much

And hes smiling and blushing and looks like a tomato and he’s never been more adorable

Drop a pickupline but look like youre being serious and watch him drop dead on the spot

“You alright Teru?”

“What? Fine! Yea-yeah!! Totally, uh, totally fine. Yeah. Hundred percent. Fine. Yup!”

He does not sound it

Basically the whole point of this is me half asleep rambling bc i need a nap but terushima gets blushy when you flirt with him <3 its been too long since ive done headcanons this is not great lol

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: terushima yūji x gn reader

req: no | wc: 454 | con men au (?) | tw: guns, mafia cw: swearing, lots of screaming/capital letters, very unrealistic

a/n: (?): i don’t know what to call it. this time, italics is the present, normal is the past, as the majority of the fic is in the past. i wouldn't be so opposed to writing more of this au

"That was a reckless move back there, you know." You remark, shrugging off your uncomfortable servant’s suit.

"TAKE MY HAND!"

"It was cool though, you can't deny that." Terushima replies with a snicker, throwing a wad of cash up in the air and catching it with vigor.

You’re too busy panicking to really process his words. "WHAT?"

"JUST TAKE MY HAND!" He repeats, his hand out for you to grab.

Those mafioso’s are shooting up their own damn home behind you. Their bullets rebounding against unpierceable objects and shooting straight through fragile ones burn a loud irritation in your ears. The good thing is they couldn’t hear your shouting, the bad thing is that they’re shooting at everything and anything. Luckily they hadn’t reached the sofa you were hiding behind yet, though it wouldn’t be long.

Your only hope was whatever Teru had in his maniacal mind. You take his hand with a little hesitation, to which he smirks. “HOLD ON TIGHT!”

He snatches the doggy couch cover –the one for those big, terrifying big danes of the suite– and begins to run towards the… window, dragging you with him.

You shouldn’t have trusted him. “FUCK YOU YŪJI!”

He pulls you onto his back, grabs each corner of the cover in hand, and jumps straight through the window.

For a moment, time seems to slow down. Shards of sharp glass whizz past your body, your clutch on his body tightens, and you begin to fall.

Now, sometimes, scratch that; usually, Teru was stupid. Right now, you suppose he’s smart. Either that, or it’s dumb luck.

The cover, with the miracle of some kind of movie magic, works against the force of the air and allows you to fall slower than you would if… well, if you didn’t have it.

“We’re fineee, love. We’re safe now.” You can almost hear his grin.

“Say that once we’re actually safe, Yūji.” You’re sure your voice cracks somewhere in that sentence. Now, you’re not afraid of heights or anything, but anybody would be scared while falling through the air for their first time.

Soon, you make it to the ground, where one of your loyal getaway drivers, Bobata, is waiting; you’ve secured two bags full of cash and your wellbeing.

"Besides, we're here now, aren't we?!" He practically skips towards you, wrapping his arms around you in a sorta hug.

“Suppose we are.” You reply.

“Oh and, one thing, darling,” He pecks you on the lips, then pouts. “Don’t swear at me, please. I know I put your life on the line, but it hurts me a little.”

“Okay, okay,” You roll your eyes, which he’s about to protest about but you say something first, “unfuck you then.”

[leviathans-watching]

contact: yuuji | 19 - the party pt II

SYNOPSIS: during your second year of uni you have the misfortune of sharing a class with terushima, a loud and irritating party boy. he’s mouthy, fake, and full of himself, everything your mysterious texting buddy isn’t. but as time goes on and terushima begins expressing new sides to himself never before seen, you wonder if everything is as it seems.

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you gasp, looking up at him. your heart is pounding to the beat of the music and you can hardly form a coherent thought. “what?” you ask, breathless. terushima holds your gaze, steady. “you’re fucking with me. is this some kind of joke?” though your words are accusatory, your tone is anything but- you’re far too surprised to be angry.

“no,” he says quickly. “no, no. i swear to god, i’m not kidding. please. i have the texts. i can prove it was me.” gently, he grabs the hand not currently holding your cup. “are you upset?”

“am i upset?” you ask, a laugh escaping your lips a little crazily. “terushima, i can’t even think right now, there’s no way i can manage being upset.” blowing out a deep breath, you try to put your thoughts in order. “okay. we need somewhere quiet to talk.”

taking advantage of the hand he gave you, you tug him through the house, dodging around people. hinata catches your eyes and tries to mouth something at you, eyebrows wiggling, but you can’t stop to try to figure out what he’s saying.

on your way through, you set your drink on one of the counters then continue to your room, unlocking the door in one smooth movement. the door shuts and all of the noise immediately moves down to a manageable level, allowing you to think. letting go of terushima, you spin around to face him.

he’s looking around, eyes wide. one small part of your mind is trying to tell you that he’s in your room, but you shove the thought away. you can’t focus on that right now.

“okay,” you say, “so you’re- yuuji?” your voice catches a little, and his gaze snaps to yours.

“yes,” he says quietly. “i am. when you texted me, i just panicked, and i just interacted with you. you would never talk to me and while i wanted to respect your boundaries, i really wanted to show you i wasn’t as awful as i used to be. i didn’t think it would lead go all of this.”

“this being…”

“well, really getting to know you,” terushima says, “and falling for you even more.” again, you’re speechless. it’s like a special power of his or something.

“oh boy,” you mutter to yourself, resisting the urge to run your hands through your hair. “so you’ve liked me all this time? since first year?”

“yes.”

sitting down on your bed, you sigh, looking up at him. “okay,” you say. “let me get this straight. you were dared to dump your drink on me in our first year because you thought i was cute, leading me to hate you while you liked me, and then i accidentally texted you and you texted back and then we talked and i fell for you over the phone and then you’re… here?”

“um, that sounds about right,” terushima says with a nervous chuckle. “wait, you fell for me?”

“that’s what you chose to focus on?” you ask, and he nods a little, chuckling again.

“so are you upset? i’d understand if you’re angry.”

“no,” you say finally. “i’m not angry. or upset, really. if anything, i’m relieved. i was starting to like both sides of you and that was really throwing me off. and really, i feel a little stupid now. people literally told me it had to be you- seriously, second year, first name yuuji, etcetera. i mean, you were even at that volleyball game! oh my god, i literally talked shit about you to you! ugh, i’m so embarassed.”

terushima smiles then, and again, you’re breathless. seriously, this guy is good.  “don’t be,” he says. “and i’m glad you’re not angry. i was so scared to tell you, but i knew i had to. kuroo and kenma figured it out and kuroo said he was going to tell you if i didn’t.” his eyes widen and he looks at you, panicked. “wait, i was going to tell you anyway. i didn’t only tell you because of kuroo.”

“i know,” you say, cutting him off. as you continue to look at him, it strikes you just how ridiculous this whole situation is. it’s like something from a bad fanfiction. giggles begin to overtake you, and before you know it, you’re almost crying, clutching your gut. terushima is laughing too, bent at the waist from the force of it, and he looks really, really attractive. without thinking, you stand, pulling him up with you.

kissing him is better than you had expected. not that you had put much thought into it before, nope, none at all. you sigh against him, pausing to breathe, still out of breath from your laughing.

“this is crazy,” you say, grinning. “so are we doing this, yuuji?” he jolts, and you somehow manage to smile wider. “we dating?”

“i mean, if you want, then yeah,” trying, and failing, to be sauve, terushima flicks his eyes to yours. “we can do that.” he clears his throat, and again, you’re pulling him to you. his lips move against yours in perfect tandem, but the moment is broken by your door swinging open and a giggling couple freezes, looking at the both of you.

“sorry,” one of them choruses, shutting the door again. oh yeah, you had forgotten to lock it.

“thank you for telling me,” you say in the silence after the door clicks into place. “i appreciate the honesty and all the other stuff you’ve done for me. i’m really happy everything resolved itself. but,” you say, lowering your voice in warning. “never lie to me again. i don’t know if my heart can take it!”

“you’ve got it,” he says, and oh, yep, the two of you are kissing again, and that tongue ring definitely is a plus.

a/n: not super romantic or anything, but when has this story ever been? if you feel like there's something i've left out or something you want to see expanded feel free to tell me and i'll see what i can do lol also epilogue coming next week as well!!

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[onigiri-miyaa]

CONFESSING PT 1 - SUNA, ATSUMU, OSAMU, TERUSHIMA X GN!READER

label:: headcanon

warnings:: n/a

description:: not everyone confesses the same

part two will include:: sakusa, komori, shirabu, kawanishi

ೃ⁀��� SUNA - it was a little too obvious that suna liked you. it just wasn’t obvious that you liked him back. suna would record you at random times, especially during class. you sat next to him, so he would hide his phone behind a few of his books and face the camera towards you and just record your every move. somehow, you still haven’t found out. you watch the boys’ volleyball practice sometimes because kita —— your cousin —— insists on walking you home every day in case someone were to hurt you. such a great cousin. anyways, suna asked kita if he could walk you home one day from practice and kita immediately understood and told you at their break that he had to leave practice earlier and that suna would walk you home. suna took a detour through the park —— he claimed to be lost even though he wasn’t —— and played on the playground with you in the dark. you slid down the slide and he slid down while you were still sitting at the bottom. he grabbed you from behind and just hugged you. “i like staying like this,” he said after putting his head on your shoulder. “i like being with you,” he added, “i really like you, too.” smooth. “i do, too...” you whispered. “so you’ll tell the twins that we’re dating?” suna asked, smiling at you. “they’re behind that bush over there recording us.” you swiftly turned around to see one of them holding up suna’s phone. “run, ‘samu!” atsumu yelled as the two started to run off. “i’ll tell them yes,” you said, getting up from the slide and running after the twins.

ೃ⁀➷  ATSUMU - confession at first sight. yep. you had gone to see kita the day prior about being the manager for the boys’ volleyball club and kita had told you you could as long as you weren’t there for the twins. you had stepped into the gym —— in your uniform —— with kita and were helping him bring in a bag of newly washed volleyball uniforms. atsumu was standing at the other end of the court, ready to serve. he jumped and saw the spot where he wanted to aim and something else. you. he didn’t hit the ball and it landed on his head, causing his twin and suna to laugh at him. as quick as a fox, he ran over to you and kita and got down on one knee. it’s not a proposal, atsumu. “PLEASE DATE ME!” “no way,” you replied. laughter erupted from behind him. “didja get that on video, sunarin?” osamu asked, laughing hysterically. “yep!” suna, who was also laughing hysterically, answered. atsumu fell on the floor with his hand on your shoe, and looked at you with pity. “please?” he asked. “yer the most gorgeous person i’ve ever seen. please??” “no,” you answered, kicking his hand off your foot. atsumu curled himself up into a ball and cried. oh, dear. he never asked you again after that, but continued to do kind things for you and you had to admit, you were falling for the boy. one day, atsumu decided to take you to the cherry blossom festival along with suna and osamu, but they got lost —— more like atsumu got lost and he didn’t want to admit he wandered away from them and got you two lost. he bought you food and found a spot for the two of you to sit —— he forgot about suna and osamu —— on a nice hill. “hey, (y/n)?” “what, atsumu?” you asked. “if i asked ya to date me again, what would my answer be?” “it’d be y-” you turned around without finishing your sentence because you heard snickers from behind you. “ah, there they are,” you said, gesturing to suna and osamu. you turned back to atsumu. “my answer is yes.”

ೃ⁀➷ OSAMU - the two of you had been fake-dating to play a prank on atsumu and the twins’ fangirls. the only thing the two of you really did was holding hands and sharing food during lunch. honestly, osamu loved it. he wanted to actually date you, but he didn’t think you actually liked him. suna figured out that osamu actually liked you —— “you actually like them? what are we going to do with you?” —— and constantly told osamu to tell you how osamu felt. not that osamu listened. suna decided to tell you one day on your way home —— while skipping practice —— that osamu actually did like you. you were surprised and suna got you to tell him that you actually did like osamu. of course, suna recorded everything. suna told osamu of his discovery the next day and osamu almost killed him. you came to watch the boys’ volleyball practice later that day with the idea in mind that you were going to confess to osamu afterwards, not knowing suna had told osamu anything. “hey, ‘samu~!” you called during one of their breaks. osamu looked up and saw you —— who usually didn’t go to their practices which is one of the reasons suna found out about your fake-dating —— waving to him. “i have something really important to tell you after your practice, so meet me outside, ‘kay?” osamu gave you a thumbs up and then turned around to glare at suna. right after practice ended and they had finished cleaning up, osamu raced outside to see you. you were standing near a tree the students called the “fox shrine.” “hey, (y/n),” osamu said, standing next to you. “hey,” you said back, “is it weird if i asked you to kiss me?” “is it weird if i said yes?” osamu asked. ah, suna recorded this for sure.

ೃ⁀➷ TERUSHIMA - oh, to fall in love with your best friend. it’s so sad because one thinks their feelings are one-sided. terushima hadn’t meant to fall in love with you —— his best friend —— but it had had to happen. he figured after hiding them for so long that he would tell you. and that he did. the two of you went to the arcade to play some games and went to this cute little cafe after. he won a whole bunch of stuffed animals for you through those crane machines and you made him carry all of them —— he paid for everything, too —— for the rest of the day. “(y/n),” he said seriously as he walked you home. “hm?” you asked, turning your head to him. “i really don’t wanna tell you this but i really like you.” “i’m sorry, teru, i don’t think i can return your feelings. but let’s not let that come between our friendship, okay! we’re still best friends!” “Yea!” terushima agreed. boy, was he sad. his gestures tended to get more kind and more gentlemanly after he confessed. sometimes, you would feel something in you bubble and your face heat up. you didn’t want to think about it, but started to wonder. could you be catching feelings for your best friend? you decided to tell him, hoping he still liked you. “hey, teru!” you exclaimed, sitting next to him. “oh, hey!” terushima said, scooting over a bit. you had been taking a walk in the park and ran into him sitting on a bench. “what’re you doing out here?” you asked him. “just walking.” “well, uh, you know what you told me a little while ago?” “oh, that i liked you?” “mhm.” “what about it?” “i, uh, like you, too.”

[emmyrosee]

Thinking a lot about enemies! to best friends! to lovers! with Terushima rn. Just imagine, you’ve known him since you were in elementary school (you were rivals then and it was always over who was king of the playground). When you both graduated and got into college you meet each other again and despite the fact that the rivalry you once had with him is still there it’s now turned a lot more playful and you’re slowly starting realize how much the years of volleyball has done for him. Also how he’s not actually that bad of a guy and maybe you could give him a chance at friendship because let’s face it, he’s probably much more popular with the women (and others heh) now that he’s in college and to imagine being anything more with him stings a little bit because you know he probably doesn’t want anything more that just a fun night. (Turns out you’re wrong and he’s been pining after you since middle school) -pip anon I ALWAYS MAKE MY REQUESTS SO FUCKING LONG IM SO SORRY EMS. Pls accept a smooch from me because I feel bad. (also, If I find out you’re overworking yourself doing requests I am going to come and kick your ass)

IM LITERALLY-

Babes. Bae. Go with me here. Because you’re sO RIGHT-

There’s Terushima, on the lil playground, stealing your cookies and chasing you with boogers to make you back down because he’s the man of this playground mate, and he does NOT like you comin’ around to take that title, despite the fact that you do, relentlessly.

The amount of times you’ve gotten sent to detention or the principals office for being so malicious to each other, it’s carried all through your school years together, even up to the years where you don’t even have playgrounds anymore, but you both are still so desperate for that grip of power and despise the other person for daring to try and take it from you.

But then he just… stops. It’s a slow change, sure, but surely, the stupid brunette you chased with bugs on the playground turns into a hotheaded blonde, with his nose upturned as he flirts with anyone who would let him, his tongue piercing flittering through the tangle of words. He starts playing volleyball and hanging out with the jocks, he’s seen constantly in their group, and then when Kazuma starts coming around, you finally stop trying to get his attention because so many other people have it.

He doesn’t have time for you anymore.

Raspberries blown at each other turn into subtle nods until they’re barely even that. Getting paired up in class means one person does the entire project, so there’s no awkward positions. Graduation is… normal. It’s bittersweet, and you want to extend your thoughts to the Yuuji you’d once known, but you dont get the chance because he’s off with volleyball friends.

And thus ends the tale.

…until your college roommate starts drowning on, and on, and fucking on about this guy they’re seeing, head over heels obsessed with his dick, his presence, how fun he is, and finally you’re like “oh my god, shut up.”

Then, they smirk, “he’s got a cute friiiieeend,” they sing, and you roll your eyes. And it takes them a minute to beg, but you finally agree to meet Mr Perfect and his cute friiiieeend.

So, imagine your absolute shock when, in the flesh, stands the one and only Terushima Yuuji, next to the guy your roommate had recently been enamored with, his jaw slacked to match yours, his piercing glimmering slightly.

And he looks… good. He looks so good, dear god he looks so good, why the fuck must he look so good, and you find yourself trying to look anywhere but up at him for fear of even more awkward interactions or staring. He’s bulkier now than he’s ever been, his hair longer and floppier than back then, but he’s still the Yuuji you’ve known forever- so why does seeing him look so good make you so uncomfortable?

It only brings you comfort to know that he, too, is trying so hard not to stare at you, but otherwise, it’s like someone died and you’re trying hard not to talk about them.

“You’ve..” he suddenly says, offering you one of his rare, more shy smile. “How… how have you been?”

“Good,” you admit, shrugging while your roommate and his friend go off. Then, you smirk happily at him, “better now that I don’t have to deal with your ass hogging the sandbox.”

“Oh har-har,” he shorts, nudging you with his elbow. “That sandbox was my territory and you know it.”

And from there it’s just… it’s so nice. He tells you about what drove him into volleyball, how he learned to be humbled by people he cared most about- not by those who shoved him off the top of the monkey bars- and how he’s doing great. He’s got his golden eyes fixated on you and you alone, and it makes it incredibly hard to tell him of your own successes under such a gaze.

He listens to you like you speak law, eyes only a little lidded and smile only a little more dopey than normal, they glaze over your frame possessively and it makes your chest brush in heat.

“Hey it’s a little stuffy in here,” he says as the music starts to get louder, after talking for god knows how long. More people have come, but you’ve been far too focused on him to even notice. “Do you wanna like… walk to the convenient store with me?”

And of course you nod. Why would you not? He’s nice enough, you’re both adults, you know that you can hang out without too much of a second thought- really you’re the only one who’s thinking anything of it, you assume- so, with your judgement laid out on the floor and a sure-fire plan to go to the convenience store in effect, you let him take you to the drug store, and sure, you let him pay for your snacks, and when he suggests you two walk around for a bit more before getting back to socializing at the party, you let him.

And it’s the worst mistake you’ve made since agreeing to meet your roommates’ hookup’s wingwan.

It’s wet, it’s stopped raining hours ago, and it smells warm and sweet, and your shoes squeak against the pavement while you both walk beside each other. You nudge him softly with your shoulder, and he snorts and does it back, and it’s like the same playfulness you had from childhood is back in the best way possible.

“I’m going to do something dumb,” he says suddenly, biting his lip in a dramatic, flirty way, and you chuckle and pop another corn chip in your mouth.

“Most things you do are,” you hum nonchalantly, swallowing the chip and grinning up at him.

His eyes glaze up and down your frame in mock-offense before quickly catching your waist around his arm, and planting a kiss to your lips, and the arm holding your snack slacks and you drop the entire bag.

And the kiss is just… magnificent. It’s marvelous, it’s everything you wish it could’ve been and even more. It’s juvenile and silly, but it melts your heart like chocolate and it feels like all will be fine.

Too fine.

Far too fine.

When you two part, your hand comes up to cover your mouth in shock, and eagerly, he leans forwards to swallow your gasps in a kiss once more, assuming your surprise was also laced with approval, but this time you, duck away with tears glimmering in your eyes.

You don’t want to kiss him.

You never wanted to kiss him before.

And now, after years of being distant, he suddenly wants to make a move?

No wonder he’s been so sweet.

He wants something physical.

You refuse to give him that.

He ruined everything you’ve ever wanted from him, with just one kiss.

He didn’t want you like you’d always dreamed of being wanted.

You feel gross, and you stare up at him in betrayal, confusion dancing in his golden pools.

“I… I’m sorry Yuuji,” you whimper, hand still not moving from its cover of your lips. “I… I-I can’t give you what you want from me.”

With that, you drop the bag from the drugstore and leave hastily, leaving him watching without absolute sadness in his aching gaze. He drops his own bag onto the wet pavement, and he wipes his nose in an attempt to ward off the tears that start to brew in his golden eyes, merely watching you walk away.

You’re such an idiot. He can’t stand how dumb you are, from back then, to now.

Because all Yuuji’s ever wanted from you, from the first day you shoved him off the top of that damned slide, was a chance.

And he couldn’t even convince you to give him that.

[keisurin]

hi!! could i request hcs for the captains with an s/o who is afraid of thunder? thanks so much!!

#ouf, this is a good req, especially cause i also hate thunder TT thank you for requesting!!

daichi is sweetest s.o! tbh you don’t have to tell him about your fear, he understands your body language so easily. when the rain comes he already starts playing a movie to distract you from the thunder that’s about to come. he cranks up the volume to avoid you hearing the thunders. will not leave your side.

kuroo catch his hyena laugh when you flinch at the thunder noises. but also he knows his limits and will turn to comfort you. he brings up really random things like life questions or even start games like heads up or board games, anything to distract you.

bokuto does everything and is the epitome of ‘distraction’. he cooks, cuddles, he makes you laugh, he starts really random play fights and it's so chaotic but it also calms you down a lot. expect your throat to hurt from all the laughing at the end of the day.

oikawa. his room is def sound proof? he can afford it and like he plays volleyball in there and the noise can get irritating therefore you can’t hear anything in or out there. which is why when it does rain he instantly makes you go to his place. he will have an itinerary of things for you to do to keep you entertained and happy. its dorky but so sweet. he just wants you to be happy all the time TT<3

ushijima he’d just hold you in his arms the whole time. you’d be in bed while the blanket muffles the noise better as he whispers sweet things into your ear. “nothing’s gonna hurt you, don’t worry, i’m here.” he’s amazing with reassurance.

terushima is actually also amazing with reassurance. he calms you down so easily and he has his own ways to help you ignore the sound. he has the best headphones and he makes playlists for you because he knows your music taste well. will start blasting that and since you’re using headphones it's the only thing you can hear. he’ll have you sit on his lap and pastime until the rain ends.

kita loves rain but he also hates thunder. it’s not scary but he doesn’t like the sudden noises. he keeps you in his arms and slightly cup your ears so that you don’t hear much. since he’s pretty stoic and strict he’s easy to decline things you want to do. but during these times he’ll do whatever you ask him to.

futakuchi is such a dick about it- but he also understands you. he will make fun of you for it but he’ll also treat you like a princess, he’s not gonna allow you to feel a tinge of fear. for some reason the number one thing on his mind is to just prank call a bunch of people? so you guys do that for awhile. suddenly you both are having a battle on who can drink the most milk in 5 seconds? he’s the jack of all trades no there’s no telling what’s going on in his mind right now but one thing for sure, he just wants you to smile and forget your fears.

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[yamagucji]

Study Date Headcanons

request. hi baby, can I request headcanons study date with Akaashi and Terushima pls?😀see ya - anon

ft. akaashi x gn!reader, terushima x gn!reader

warnings. uses petnames petal, etc.

note. *blushes* wh- who you calling baby for huh??

Akaashi

scholar boy has everything prepared

he’d have you come over to his house (because outside is noisy and he likes alone time with you)

“it’s fine,” he reassured. “you don’t have to bring anything other than yourself and your materials.” 

when you get there everything’s all laid out; including some snacks that are set off to the side for the breaks you’ll take later

akaashi likes to have a bit of structure in his study. he’ll most likely have a planner on hand with some notes going over what the two of you need to study

but of course! he makes sure the setting isn’t too formal because it’s still a date after all

he’ll pull up a chair for you to sit on and set your materials out himself

“are you comfortable, petal?”

you hum a quiet yes, and if you give him a little peck on the cheek as a small thank you he’ll get a little flustered

definitely not much distractions during your study date especially when akaashi wants you two to be the most productive. there’ll be times when it gets a little quiet (save for a gentle tune playing in the background)

and times when akaashi will peak over at you and admire the way your brows wrinkle softly every time you come across a difficult question

“need help?” he’ll ask, already aware that you do need help but still wanting to know if you’d like his guidance

please let him help you or help him ;3 he enjoys any type of conversation with you

when it gets to break time akaashi will close all your materials that way you’re not distracted nor stressed from all the work

“c’mon,” he says, tugging you off the chair. “let’s cuddle for a bit.”

“but keiji, we’re only taking a 10 minute break for now” :(

“i know. so why don’t we make every second worth it?”

Terushima

very excited about the date, but not so much about the study part

actually when you proposed it, you said “study date” but his ears only perked up on the date part so he probably doesn’t remember this being a study session gkjfnfs

“yuuji! why don’t we do a study date?”

“yeah! date?”

“no, study... date.”

“...date ??”

PLEASE SPARE HIM OMG

he’s a little unprepared on the day of the study date. but that’s fine, yuuji’s quiet flexible with anything and as long as you’ve got your own materials it still works

the two of you meet up at a private study room (because terushima’s loud, it’s impossible for him to keep still at the library)

and he get’s really giddy because... you’re alone! together!

“no, no, no,” you scold him, setting up the study materials over the table. “we’re going to study today. no funny business.”

terushima pouts. “study?”

the reality of it is going to bite his enthusiasm a bit, so the best way to approach it is if you make a deal with him

“how about,” you ponder, “i’ll give you a kiss for every chapter you get through?”

oh? bet

[leti666bigboss]

╰┈➤ MASTERLIST ✧.* 🍧

HAIKYUU

➳ SMAUs:

asking them what a beauty blender is

telling them "i want a baby" part one

telling them "i want a baby" part two

azumane asahi comforting reader

➳ scenarios:

“Don’t”. - miya atsumu x sunshine!gn!reader

“Industrial” - terushima yuuji x gn!reader

➳ timestamps:

[10:27 a.m.] - nishinoya yuu

TOKYO REVENGERS

➳ headcanons:

them playing genshin impact part one

them playing genshin impact part two

[moun]

Haikyuu characters when you wear their jersey to one of their games

Date tech & other

Aone: stares at you for a split second mildly flustered and shocked. He’ll probably hug you for a long time after the game. He really doesn’t like pda but will show just a bit in front of the team.

futakuchi: probably is teasing you. I headcanon that he just teases you all the damn time. Just for fun you know? Anyway, he teases you in front of his team but when you get him he kinda just... clings to you... like a koala...

Terushima: won’t. Shut. Up. About. It. Like he’s kinda just casually glancing at you and waving to you throughout the game too. He’ll be very very clingy when you get home. Like if you have plans? Cancel them. You aren’t moving till the next day.

Daishō: smug as fuck. Low key flustered though. If the match is against Nekoma you bet your ass he’ll be smug as shit to kuroo. Ok for real though he’s like really flustered and loving to you when you get home.

Sakusa: “why are you wearing my extra jersey?”... he’ll just say that and when you ask if he’s cool with it cause you didn’t want to make him uncomfy but also wanted to surprise him he’ll just say “no it’s ok and all but like... why???” He still think a you’re cute though.

Hoshiumi: very clingy before and after the game. He’s very happy and you can see a slight bit of pink on his cheeks. He really doesn’t glance at you cause he’s focused during the game so he makes sure to shower you with love when you get home.