#tetsuro kuroo imagine

[duckymcdoorknob]

Hi Ducky could I send in an emergency request? I’ve been having really bad anxiety and panic attacks and Kuroo and Oikawa are my top comfort characters so I wanted to know if something with that could happen…?

Hello!! Thank you so much for the request.

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CW BELOW THE CUT: graphic descriptions of panic attacks.

𝑇𝑜𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑂𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑤𝑎

It’s not like you could help it or anything… they just, kinda happened.

The more you thought about not thinking about it, the more and more they started happening.

Truthfully, you knew that there wasn’t any real danger. But damnit, your mind was dead set on convincing you otherwise.

Luckily for you, you had an incredibly attentive person attached to your hip.

Tooru Oikawa, your best friend since diapers, wasn’t the most emotionally adept individual, but he could pick up the signs of a panic attack before you even realized they were occurring.

So, on the night of his eighteenth birthday, he knew just what to do, and how to do it discretely…

You, Oikawa, and three of his other friends, were all seated at a restaurant for a nice meal. Everything was normal, Makki glaring daggers at Mattsun, Iwaizumi trying vainly to keep them tamed, and you and Tooru spectating the whole ordeal.

As they all say: it really does come out of nowhere.

Breaking you from your previously serene state was a nauseating wave of panic. Nothing was happening to you, and yet your mind was alerting you of danger. Why?

You noticed first your vision tunneling into an almost blurry state. That’s okay, that’s manageable. You can live with some weird vision.

That is, until it got worse.

You then noticed your chest bearing a heavy weight. The pressure on your lungs made your chest burn and your head spin. It hurt. But, that’s alright, you can do it! Right?

Tapping your finger to keep yourself grounded, you start hyper-analyzing the menu that was adorning the side of the wooden table. But, it wasn’t working…

Barely managing to whimper out a sentence, you alert the party that you were going to use the restroom. Hastily, yet carefully, sliding out of your chair, you rush toward the front of the room, making a beeline for the front door.

Pushing the heavy, glass doors open, you found a secluded area and slid down the wall. Grasping the collar of your shirt, you attempted to heave out breaths to no avail. Tears flooded your vision as your head pounded from the lack of breath entering your lungs.

In the midst of the darkness, a gentle hand was placed on your shoulder, so lightly as if the person doing so didn’t want to startle you.

“Hey, I’m right here.” A hushed voice cooed, “You don’t have to do this alone, you know.”

As it turns out, Oikawa had noticed your speed to escape, and instantly knew you needed help. Excusing himself to take a phone call, he rushed outside as well.

“ ‘K-Kawa? Wha’ you doing-” You grimaced, every word a labor.

“No no, shhh. Don’t talk yet, take a minute.”

You nodded and closed your eyes, hanging your head low between your legs.

“Aht aht, no. You can’t put your head down like that, you know this.” His hand gently touched your chin to pull it upward. “You can do this, I know you can.”

“Mnh, h-hurts…” you whimper.

“I know, honey. I know.” Oikawa carefully takes your hand, brushing his thumb over the knuckles, “is it alright if I hug you?”

After pondering for a second, you hesitantly nod. The brown-haired male slowly enveloped you in his arms, cradling you as carefully and lovingly as possible. “There we go, hang on to me.”

You obliged to his instructions, resting your head on his shoulder and tracing shapes into his back with your finger.

“You can’t forget to breathe, (Y/N).” Oikawa’s cooing voice was a gentle reminder of your ultimate goal: not asphyxiating.

The setter’s hand rested on your back, rubbing in a careful pattern. “I’ve got you, you’re safe, I promise you that whatever is in your head right now is not going to harm you. We are in no immediate danger, I assure you.” His voice was like honey, sweet and delicate, as reassurances flowed from his lips.

After a few more minutes, your breathing had leveled, and your vision had returned. You sigh tiredly, and un-tense your body, slumping into his shoulder.

“There they are, welcome back.” The brunette chimed as he brought his other hand up to cradle the back of your head. “Is this okay? Do you need to be held a little longer?”

Cuddling up to him, you smiled and sighed in content, “yes please… m’sorry I made you miss your birthday dinner.”

“Mm it’s actually quite the contrary, (Y/N). The boys think I’m making a phone call, and if know those three, Iwa-chan will still be trying to keep the feral children under control right now.”

You chuckled and closed your eyes once more. “Thank you, Tooru.” You whispered.

“Anytime, (Y/N).” Oikawa replied, gently kissing the crown of your head.

By the time you re-entered the restaurant, you noticed that he was in fact correct. Poor Iwaizumi was currently trying to keep Mattsun from dying at the hands of Makki.

The two of you wordlessly slipped back into your seats at the table, and Oikawa shot you a supportive wink and a smile.

While your panic attacks do come out of nowhere, and completely derail your plans, you’re forever thankful for your best friend that helps put you back on track.

𝑇𝑒𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑜

It’s sort of funny how some things can lead to great friendships.

When your panic attack hit, you didn’t even know Kuroo that well, you just ended up in a study group together.

Leave it to your teacher to give you the biggest test of the year right when you’re having trouble in his class…

When you voiced your troubles to your best friend, Yaku, he immediately suggested that the two of you form a study group for the exam.

With snacks and drinks lining the table, gentle music playing from someone’s phone, and a variety of colored, dry erase markers, your group was ready to go.

At first, an hour went by with no issues. You were confidently answering questions and getting them correct. However, when you answered your first question wrong, something changed within.

Your confidence left and you suddenly went radio silent. Even if you knew the answer, you didn’t try to speak up. This did not go unnoticed by Kuroo.

As the minutes passed, little things began to develop.

The words on your paper became a staticy blur, each letter being distorted by your slowly tunneling vision. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth as the rest of your body broke out into a cold sweat.

Above all else, you were having a bit of trouble getting air in. You couldn’t risk speaking, but you couldn’t be in the room any longer. Wordlessly, you stood up from your chair and rushed out of the door.

Once you were safely outside of the library, you instantly plopped down in the grass, flat on your back, gasping for air. You couldn’t breathe, and it was scaring you. Tears rushed to your squeezed-shut eyes as heavy weights pounded atop of your chest.

After about fifteen seconds of solitude, you heard hasty crunching from the grass below you. “Hey, (Y/N), you have to sit up.”

You recognized the voice… where had you-

“You’ll never get any airflow like that. Sit up with your back straight.”

Regardless, you obliged. You insecurely positioned yourself upright as the smallest amount of air returned to your lungs.

“Good job.” The voice praised. “Is it alright if I sit behind you? I won’t touch you yet if you aren’t comfortable.”

You hesitantly nodded your head, still finding yourself panting and choking on your sobs.

There wasn’t even a moment’s worth of hesitation in the sudden action. The person sat behind you, legs open, with you seated in between them.

“Here’s how we’re gonna do this.” The voice began, “Tap my right knee once for yes, twice for no. Okay?”

You tapped his right knee, mind starting to slowly unfog.

“Can I touch you yet? Are you comfortable with that?”

At this point, you were ready for the panic attack to stop, you didn’t care how. You gently tapped the person’s right knee one time.

Carefully, you were pulled flush against the person talking to you. You immediately noticed the sleek material of a windbreaker… “K-Kuroo?” You croaked.

“Yeah, it’s me.” He replied, gently taking your hand, “But don’t speak yet, you need to get your breathing under control.”

You nodded and laid your head on his shoulder, loosening the tension in your eyelids. From then on, you focused on taking a breath.

“Easy does it… nice and slow…” the male whispered, gently rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. “Do you mind if I rest my hand over your heart? This works well for my little sister.”

With a staggered sigh, you tapped his knee once. What did you have to lose?

Kuroo slowly brought his hand up to the left side of your chest. “Here we go. I’m gonna start with my pointer finger, then rest my whole hand flat.”

The black-haired male did just as he said, and shockingly, you felt the weight from your chest disappearing.

You quickly began to gasp in air greedily, panting heavily as the oxygen finally returned to your lungs

“Ah, welcome. back.” Kuroo cooed, “Do you want me to let go? Or do you need more time?”

“More time…” you whispered, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck. “Sorry…”

“Nothing to be sorry about. This is completely natural. This was your brain’s way of telling you that something was off. I’m just glad that I knew what was happening, because everyone else sure as hell didn’t.”

“I’m glad that I was able to help you calm down. I know how awfully scary these can be. You probably felt like you were going to pass out back there… didn’t you?”

You nodded with a sniffle as all of the fears on your mind finally came out in the form of tears.

Kuroo carefully turned you around in his hold, maneuvering himself to hold you securely by the waist, and to have another hand running through your hair.

“It’ll be alright, let it out. You’re safe with me.“

So, you did.

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[imagineanime2022]

He Comes To Your Rescue *Part 3*

Tetsuro Kuroo X Reader, Ushijima Wakatoshi X Reader, Satori Tendo X Reader

Summary: You get caught up in something and he defends you

Part 1- Toru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kotaro Bokuto

Part 2 - Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya, Rentaro Suna, Kei Tsukishima

Part 4 - Yuji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa 

Part 5 - Tobio Kageyama

Kuroo Tetsuro

🧪 You had just finished watching a match with Nekoma, Kuroo had texted you once they were back in the changing rooms and asked for you to save them seats at the Kurasuno match so you set off to find some seats for him and Kenma. 🧪 You managed to find three seats in a nice place and texted Kuroo to tell him where you were for when he came looking. 🧪 The match was so intense you didn’t even realize that there was someone approaching you until they spoke. 🧪 “Bet these seats are free.” “Actually someone is going to be sitting there soon.” “Sure they are, you never had any friends before I doubt that’s changed.”

You looked up upon recognising the voice, she was the old bully from your middle school. You sighed as you realized that the seat probably weren’t worth this and there were still loads free, you were sure she’d only come over here to tease you “I’ll just find somewhere else to si-” “Where are you going Kitten?” You smiled at the sound of Kuroo’s voice, he wrapped his arm around your waist and rested his head against your shoulder. “There’s no way that you aren’t messing with her… Right?” The girl in front of you asked. “What is that supposed to mean?” Kuroo asked, straightening to his full height. “Maybe you haven’t noticed but there’s better out there.” She smirked as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. “You mean like you?” He asked. “Well-” “Kuroo can you stop messing with her and tell her to get lost? I want to sit down.” Kenma was the one to speak this time as he pushed past his larger friend and sat in one of the seats. “You heard him get lost will you.” He waved her off as he pulled you back to your seat, you were playing with your sleeves “Hey Kitten.” Kuroo pressed his lips to the side of your hair as he watched the girl retreat into the crowd “you okay?” “Mmhm.” You hummed. “You know you're my first and only choice.” He assured you as he squeezed you against his side as best he could in the seats. “You two are disgusting.” Kenma mumbled his eyes not moving from the match in front of him. “Don’t worry you’ll understand one day, Kenma.” Kuroo winked at him and you playfully slapped his thigh. “Pay attention, you wanted to watch this match.” You smiled and then pressed a kiss to the side of your head before leaning back to watch the match.

Wakatoshi Ushijima

🦅 Ushijima doesn’t really pay attention to much but he pays attention to you, he notices a lot and has become accustomed to the look on your face when you want to be out of a situation. 🦅 He wasn’t there this time though, you were out with your friends and they had decided that they wanted to go for a couple of drinks and they all slowly disappeared as they got more and more drunk. 🦅 You were contemplating leaving considering all your friends had driven here yourselves, your choice solidified when each of your friends had come up to you to say that they were leaving with someone else. 🦅 You texted Ushi to tell him that you’d be home soon but he called you before you could get too far.

You answered the phone with a small smile on your face as you saw the caller ID “Hello Ushi.” You greeted him. “How long will it take you to get home?” He asked. “Well I’m walking so-” “Where are your friends?” He asked immediately. “They all found someone to go home with.” You answered “it’s fine we’re not that far from the club they chose, it shouldn't take long for me to get home.” “I’ll meet you.” He said. “No you don’t have to do that.” You tried to get him to stop but he wasn’t having it. “I’m going to meet you, tell me where you are.” He ordered and you sighed before giving him the name of the road that you’d wait for him on. The moment that you stopped moving you became very aware of a figure behind you, they seemed to have stopped at the same time that you had, you pulled out your phone and text Ushijima alerting him to your worry, he texted back telling you that he’d be there soon. “Hi there, you look like you're waiting for something.” You looked up, you didn’t recognise the guy in front of you but you smiled all the same. “Waiting for my boyfriend.” You answered, slipping your phone back in your pocket and wrapping your hand around the house key in your coat pocket. “Really?” He asked as he stepped closer to you, you swallowed as you looked in the direction that you knew Ushijima was going to appear in. “Why’d he leave you out here all on your own?” “I was with some friends.” You answered. “Really? They as pretty as you?” He asked, you mouth was dry and your eyes were cast down to the floor until your heard someone call your name, you looked over relieved when you saw your boyfriend walking towards you, the man that was questioning you took in a breath and stepped away from you, you stepped away from him and towards your boyfriend who pulled you into him immediately. “You are?” He asked, addressing the man that had been speaking to you seconds before. “I- I was just making sure that she was okay.” He answered. “I’ll go now.” He almost fell over trying to get away from you. “Are you okay my love?” Ushijima asked switching his attention to you. “I’m okay.” You nodded “I was about to stab him with my keys though.” “Mmm, well that will never happen again.” He promised “and you won’t be going out with these friends unless I can pick you up after.” “Ushi-” “Come on, it's late, we need to get home.” He said leaving no room for argument but you were definitely going to have to talk about that some other time.

Satori Tendo

🍫 Tendo met you before he left for France and you guys had a long distance relationship for a little while. You were still studying but you surprised him when you got a job in France as a team manager. 🍫 When Tendo started getting hired to make stuff for big events, you were hired, you were supposed to be organizing schedules for all of the chocolatiers in the company but most people were looking for your boyfriend. 🍫 It was getting to the point where you were starting to turn people away because there was no way to get all of the work done in time for the events, most people were understanding but there was always someone who pushed their luck. 🍫 You were working overtime, in your living room phone between your ear and shoulder as you listened to the event coordinator talk.

“What date do you need this done by?” You asked. “30th of this month.” He answered. “Mmm, and who were you hoping for?” You asked. “Satori Tendo.” He answered. “Unfortunately that won’t be possible, he is fully booked for the next few months.” You explained. “This is a very important event.” He spoke and you sighed. “That does not change his availability sir.” You answered as Tendo leaned over your shoulder pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I want to speak to a manager.” He ordered and you rolled your eyes. “You're speaking to one.” You answered. “Well then I want to speak to your manager.” He answered, you started typing an email as you listened to his complaining. “My manager isn’t working today, you’ll have to wait until Monday.” You explained. “That will be too late!” He shouted down the phone but before you could say anything in return, the phone was taken from you. “My manager has given you her answer, I won’t be at your event thanks.” Tendo hung up the phone after saying that throwing it onto the seat before putting his hand out to you “I need you to taste something for me.” “Tendo I love you but you can’t just say that to a client.” You scolded him and he rolled his eyes walking around so that he was in front of you picking you up and walking towards the kitchen. “He can’t talk to you like that either.” Tendo mumbled as he sat you on one of the stools and pointed at two small chocolates. “Which one is better for that fundraiser?” He asked. “Which one?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and popping the first one in your mouth. “The orphanage one.” He answered, watching you taste the other one. “The kids will like that one.” You pointed at the first one and he nodded. “You're okay though, right?” He asked. “Hm oh yeah, that happens all the time when your boyfriend is the most popular chocolatier in the world.” You winked and he shook his head and pressed a kiss to your lips.

Request Here

[sunaluv]

more "come get your man"❗❗ with some more haikyuu boys maybe but honestly? whoever you want 🙏

i got u 😉

part 1 here

pairings: osamu, atsumu, kuroo

OSAMU

onigiri miya was due to close in the next two minutes. you watched your boyfriend close up the counter from your spot on the stool. you liked sitting in when his shop was empty like this, it felt kinda…domestic.

it triggered your thoughts on the future with the hotter twin (in your opinion), you could see yourself walking down the alter to meet him, eating on the floors of your unfurnished home, him standing behind you whilst you rocked your child to sleep—

“hey samu what should i do with these!” you almost rolled your eyes at the voice shouting from the kitchen.

osamu had explained to you how he hired one of his friends from high school to work for him as a favour. she had just finished getting her degree and was looking for work in the area.

you didn’t mind, you were secure in your relationship so there was no reason to be pissed. that was until you had met her and introduced yourself to her as his girlfriend. like a switch had flipped, she instantly started to openly show her hatred for you behind sugar coated insults and not so subtle faces she made only when your boyfriend was out of sight.

you watched osamu’s chest expand in a deep breath. he ran his fingers through his disheveled hair before flipping his cap back on, pecking your temple before heading to the back. “i’ll go see what she wants then we’ll leave, ‘kay?”

you nodded and packed your bag, leaving your space clear and waiting by the counter for your man.

a whole five minutes had passed. you haven’t heard anything which was a sign that you should go investigate, given that girls record.

“…i thought we had a rule for customers showing up before closing time.” a hushed voice whispered.

“we do, there’s no customers here.”

“so who’s still sat out front, you always do this sam—”

ahem.

two faces looked to your spot at the door opening. one looking guilty, one relieved.

“you ready to go samu?” you asked sweetly. “it’s been five minutes and it’s movie night, you know i’m dying to catch up on our franchise.” you not so subtly bragged.

he breathed out through a chuckle. “of course baby, sorry for the hold up. i’m done here anyways.” he walked towards you, missing the dropped jaw of his employee.

you wrapped your arm around his waist before you left, not before smirking at the red-faced girl who was shaking in anger? sadness? embarrassment? you didn’t care.

your shoulders dropped at the chime of the bell followed by the nights breeze as you began your comfortably silent walk home.

“you’re cute when you stake your claim on me ya know?” osamu flicked your forehead.

“shaddap.” you retorted. “if she doesn’t understand boundaries i’ll set them.”

ATSUMU

atsumu was a textbook example of a frat boy. the parties, the girls, the popularity, the girls.

the only stereotype he’s not playing into is dating the leader of the girls sorority house, and some people felt like he’s doing it all wrong.

“omg hi! welcome to—” the cheery voice dripped upon seeing you at the door. “the boys house, who do you know here?”

the girl you recognised as the sorority house leader shamelessly eyes you up and down, twirling the ends of her blonde hair.

if she was here, the rest of the girls were too. they did everything as a culty pack: traveling, partying and even dating. you always thought it was weird how they were all paired with a frat boy, but you never said anything. maybe to them at least.

they obviously hated you for being a rock in their river.

“i’m here for atsumu,” your brow quirked.

her face hardened before plastering into a plastic smile.

“sorry ya just missed him! maybe if you go to—”

“BABY IS THAT YOU!?” a loud, excited voice belonging to your boyfriend shouted.

looking over her shoulder, you watched his blonde locks fly with the wind as he shoved past the girl who let out a disheartened gasp, and picked you up before picking you up and twirling you around.

“i missed you so much,” his soft lips continuously pressed against your face before pouring all his emotion into one last kiss on your lips.

“i missed you too tsum,” you giggled “i was only gone a week though.”

“a week to long! come i have so much to catch you up on.”

again ignoring the fuming girl who had watched the whole interaction, he damn near dragged you up the stairs past all his frat bros who you made sure to shout a greeting at as you passed.

you could hear the rest of the girls from the sorority comforting the girl who was now crying, talkin bout ‘he’ll come around, you two are destined to be together. but you didn’t care, you knew atsumu knew about his rep as a frat bro and he has explained to you about how much he doesn’t care about the ‘dumb stereotypes’ and ‘he likes what he likes, and thats you’.

“you know she likes you right?”

“does she, i thought the only reason she wants me that bad is so their matchup can be completed…”

“that’s part of it, but i feel like she genuinely likes you…” you trailed.

“hey, hey,” he held your cheeks tuning your focus on him. “i don’t care about all that okay? i’m yours and yours alone”

you nodded, placing your hands over his.

“now,” he pulled out his phone going straight to the photos app “let me show ya all you’ve missed.”

KUROO

“tetsuro stopppp,” the girl who had been partnered with your boyfriend for a science project whacked his arm playfully. “omg girl tell your boyfriend to stop.”

you looked at her, then him, then back at her. “stop being a bitch tetsuro.” you played into her antics, drawing out his name like she did.

“not like that, you don’t need to be mean. it was literally a joke.” she mumbled.

kuroo’s eyes met your rolling ones across the table as he shrugged.

“so what are you guys doing after this,” she asked the both of you, but stared at kuroo.

you had explained how you were going to the mall after, so they should probably finish up so you can make it soon.

“you’re going on a date? that’s so cuuuute, there’s actually this really cute place we saw together when—”

“i’ll be right back. toilet.” kuroo stated tensely, sending you an apologetic look as he saw your panicked expression. the both of you knew what her intentions were.

she watched him leave, all the way until the toilet door closed then she turned to you. “can i be real with you a sec, have a heart to heart you know as a fellow sister.”

she didn’t let you respond before she spoke out. “i highkey think tetsu deserves better, he seems really tense around you and i know your dating or whatever but i feel like i could treat him better. i know him.”

woahwoahwoahwhat.

“no.”

“no?”

“no!” you took a deep breath in, before calling her name. “i know you like him, you haven’t even respected me or him enough to hide it. but if you really loved him or knew him, you would know how uncomfortable he feels with you openly flirting with him while he’s in a committed relationship.”

your words hit her like a truck. “you’re not listening to me,” she reached for your hands across the table which you retracted before she could reach. “he needs someone like me, i’m not trying to diss you but you dress kinda bland, your not in many classes together, he doesn’t even talk about you all that often.”

“i do when you overstep, but otherwise i’m just trying to do my work and leave.”

she turned around to see her dear tetsu, arms folded, hurt look on his face. you knew he didn’t like confrontation, so he must have been feeling a strong type of way for him to talk like this.

“tetsu—”

“kuroo.”

“tetsuro,” she stood up placing an arm on his arm which made him step back. “please just come to me, you know we’ll be good together too…”

noticing your boyfriends drastically increased discomfort, you stepped in. “i think you’ve done enough,” you put yourself between the two of them.

wordlessly, you took his larger hand in yours and left the library. after checking up on him, the two of you decided to have a home date instead.

“thanks for stepping in by the way” his voice came out small.

you squeezed his hand. “anything for you tetsu”

[euphoricimagination]

𝓗𝓪𝓲𝓴𝔂𝓾𝓾 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓼 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴-𝓶𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵

Feat. Nekoma & Inarizaki -> Part 2 [Aoba Johsai & Fukurodani]

Premise: You had to do something else for a week and a half, leaving the boys alone for that period. Although they told the coaches that they could survive without you, the coaches ask a girl to help them out instead. They weren’t particularly excited, which got worse the more they spent time with her

Nekoma

You arrived later than you expected, just on time for the club, So you didn’t get to see your dear team until much later

When you enter the gym, you see a…strange view

No one in the team was happy

Yaku and Kai didn’t have any expressions on them, Lev was pouting aggressively, Fukunaga had a frown, Yamamoto was mumbling words and Kenma was nowhere to be seen.

The girl that was supposed to replace you for the week was walking besides a very annoyed Kuroo, who was pushing the cart with the balls

Weird, considering that doing that was the basics for being a manager

They were so out of it that none notice the sound of your shoes, weird considering how attentive they are

“Ah Kuroo senpai, thank God you helped me! I’m so small and weak that I wasn’t able to push it over” you heard her say, making you cringe at the sentence

“Yeah, whatever” said a disinteresting Kuroo

And that’s when you confirm that something was really wrong, Kuroo was never this dismissive

“What’s happening? Everything ok?” you asked making Kuroo turn around with a relief smile on

“Oh hi, Kuroo senpai was just helping me since you know, I’m so small and weak” says fluttering her eyes at him

“It’s just pushing the cart. It has wheels on it…” You gave a disbelief look to Kuroo, who just rolls his eyes “it’s not that hard”

“Maybe for someone as big as you it wouldn’t be so difficult!”

That was it for Kuroo, who quickly move to your side giving you a hug

“Well, guess you can leave now that our manager is back. Bye”

"Kuroo-senpai!! Stooop! I can stay here too!” says stomping her feet

The whole commotion cause everyone to look at you, and you swear you heard a collective sigh full of relief

Quickly enough you felt a bunch of arms around you, a bunch of head pats and a ton of screams of your name

Which quickly was interrupted by a loud scream by the girl “KYANMA!!”

You look at the stairs where Kenma was standing shaking slightly with big eyes. The girl tried to get close to him, yelling “They are being mean, Kyanma!” but he just runs away towards you

Yes. Run. He hated her, she was so loud and desperate, Kenma literally couldn’t stand her.

“You’re back” says Kenma hiding behind you, showing more happiness that you ever have seen from him

So happy that he went to hug you tightly, he really missed you

“Anyways, now that our team is finally complete you can leave. Please go out” says Kuroo

“Agh! Fine! I’m way too good for you anyways!”

She sends you a look full of venom, but you didn’t really notice it

After all, you had a clingy Kenma hugging you tightly and the rest of the team waiting for one

Inarizaki

After your small break reached an end you finally were ready to go back to your boys

They were having a small hangout in the Miya household

They tried to be sneaky about it, not wanting to invite the girl that was replacing you

But sadly for them, she somehow knew and crash into them before you could arrive

She’s the first person you see when you enter their house with the spare key they gave you

“Who are you?” she asks with her eyebrow raising

“Ehh…I’m Yn, their manager. You helped them while i was out?” You ask back, confused at her sudden presence

“Yes…I actually think I should be the new manager! After all I play like 17 sports and definitely know more than you about sports. What do you think this is? Cheer? Not like it’s a sport, but whatever” she says with a overconfident smirk

In the meantime the guys that were already in the house starting to appear into the hall, confused at how loud her voice was being

“Anyways! Why don’t you leave? A girl like you probably doesn’t even know a thing about sports! We’re gonna play videogames while you probably just want to paint your nails or whatever!”

“Who says you’re staying?” Atsumu says, frowning

“Ha Ha, you’re so funny Atsumu! Of course I’m staying” she says nervous

“No, you’re not” Osamu adds

“I’m sure we can all hang out tog-” you try to say

“You shut it! I bet you don’t know anything about the sport!” She says to you despite you trying to help her

“Really? You barely even know what we play, you just join because you wanted to see hot guys” a voice behind you says, Suna entering the house as he passes his arm through your shoulders

The girl immediately went pale, stammering the next sentence “well…well, I mean, of course I know!”

“Sure, that's why you asked 'if we knew' the rules of basketball yesterday. Just leave, nobody wants you here anyway”

She scoffs annoyed, looking at the rest of the team as if asking for help, which she doesn’t receive. She scoffs one more time, walking towards the door and leaving as she shoots a glare towards you

“You guys are so mean” you say, receiving a chuckle

“She deserved it, if anything she just hinder our practice” Osamu adds

“Besides, nobody talks about our beautiful manager like that” Atsumu hugs you along side Suna

The rest of the team also comes to hug you, and while they were a bit rude, you knew that they only had good intentions

You love this foxes too much

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Note: a little something about my boys, also, I cringed way too much while writing this

[emmyrosee]

I found out akaashi calls Kuroo ‘Pain-in-the-ass Kuroo-San’, so here you all go

——-

“No, truly.”

“Like, he’s so cocky, for what?”

“Literally!”

“And don’t even get me started on his hair today; like good lord, did he look in a mirror?”

From around the corner, Kuroo and Bokuto listen intently, one with a small smirk, the other with worry in his eyes. You and Akaashi had been talking in between practices for the past three days, for hours on end, and it was about time the two captains called you out on it.

What they didn’t take into account, was the one and only, calm, collected Akaashi Keiji to be such a gossip.

Even Kuroo’s got to admit, it’s kinda hot to hear his insignificant other and Bokuto’s wrangler talk shit.

“Do you think they’re talking about me?” Bokuto asks, and Kuroo shakes his head in mischief.

“No, they’re talking about me, Bokuto.”

“How can you tell?”

“They’d never talk bad about you- one, they adore you, and two, Akaashi knows better than to risk putting you in a mood-“

Interrupting Kuroo’s countdown, there’s a groan from the other side of the wall, followed by an akaashi chuckle, “hey- he’s your man.”

Kuroo smirks, “number three.”

Bokuto’s worried expression turns to one of amusement, “ohhhh, you have ugly hair!” He cackles, pointing at Kuroo. Behind the corner, the two of you go quiet, and Bokuto covers his mouth. “Well good luck, Kuroo!”

“Thanks, Bokuto,” he chuckles, stretching before making his way around the corner to face you both. “Heyyy,” Kuroo sings as he walks towards you. He lowers his eyes as you shift in shock, and Akaashi merely looks up at him in challenge. “I was wondering where you two disappeared to.”

“Same place we always do,” Akaashi says flatly, taking a sip of his water. “I’m glad you’re able to use your cognitive thinking skills to find us.”

He gives Akaashi a fake, dramatic smile, before letting his body language drop back to casual. He casts you a look, “hey babe.”

“Hey love,” you mewl, resting your head against his thigh cutely, and he knows you know he heard you and Akaashi not thirty seconds ago. He smiles and gently uses a large hand to cup the back of your head, thumb gently stroking your temple.

“Whatcha talking about?” Tetsuro chirps, smiling fakely. “Got all nice and quiet when I came around the corner.”

Akaashi rolls his eyes, “talking about them potentially becoming a manager for your team. Why’re you acting weird?”

Tetsuro lets out a loud “ahh,” in understanding. “Was that before you asked if I looked into a mirror today?”

Akaashi smirks, “before, of course.”

“Right, obviously.”

You blink at him in mercy, “we were just kidding…”

“Oh, I’m sure,” tetsuro says, pinching his brows as he nods in understanding. Then, he hunches over to be closer to you, face to face.

“Doesn’t mean I’m not going to make you pay.”

You scream as he scoops you in his bulky arms and tosses you over his shoulder, ignoring your flailing limbs and laughter. “You, I’ll deal with later,” he says, locking eyes with Akaashi.

Who only gives him a smirk to rile him further, “in your dreams, Kuroo-San.”

[romeavecryst]

.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

˖ ࣪⊹ He’s the kind of guy to help put and take off your shoes, even if your not drunk, but if your getting ready his large hand wrapping around your ankle as he slips your shoe on next tying the laces or strapping the heels your wearing “Hmm there you go love can’t have you bending over to put them on no?” His voice deep and tender kissing your lips gently.

Ushijima, IWAIZUMI, Daichi, Kuroo, TSUKISHIMA, BOKUTO, TANAKA, Kageyama,

Little reminder rq are open!(im desperate ☹️)

[forusomimiya]

He likes to have eye contact with you while his watching another man who is not him fucking you raw.

He likes to have eye contact with you with one hand on his cock, asking you to be obedient to the man who’s asking you to kneel down to fuck your pretty mouth.

He likes to have eye contact with you when you moan his name but it's another cock that's filling you.

He likes to have eye contact with you as he licks the other man's juice dripping out your pussy.

He likes to have eye contact with you when you cry and beg for his cock long enough to finally get it.

KAGEYAMA, BOKUTO, SUNA, KUROO, ATSUMU, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI, ASAHI

[angelltheninth]

How about the HQ Team captains getting injured and their girlfriend helping them heal/stay in bed?

There are quite a few captains but I guess I'll just include my faves.

Pairing: Daichi Sawamura, Tetsuro Kuroo, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Kotaro Bokuto, Toru Oikawa x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, injury recovery, slight angst, kissing, teasing, being stubborn, changing clothes, reassurance

A/N: Guess we're starting the day with angst and injury.

Daichi is very understanding that he has to take a break for his leg to get better. As long as he gets rest it should be fine, it's just annoying to have to call you every time he needs to go somewhere cause it's hard to get around on his own. Really boring too, stuck at home all day, at least you visit every day and tell him what's been going on.

Kuroo wants to go and play despite his hand being broken. Argues very strongly that he can always use the other one. He can't even eat with his injured hand, let alone attend practice, or worse games with his team. Stubborn he insists that he's fine but has to bite back a groan of pain when you so much as kiss his hand.

Wakatoshi doesn't say anything about his ankle hurting until the game is won. For which he gets a lot of scolding for you and you spend some time at his place to make sure he's not walking around too much. Or at all really, he won't say it hurts even if it does so you poke him to remind him that yes, his ankle is indeed hurting.

Bakuto complains a bit too much for the level of leg injury he has, he just overdid it on his leg muscles a little and will be fine after a few days. Bold of you to assume he won't milk this situation for all it's worth, constantly keeping you by his side and telling you only your kisses can make him feel better. Which means he'll be fine.

Toru almost pouts when he realizes he's cracked a rib and has to stay home. Flirts with you when you tell him that you'll be helping him get dressed, he'd rather you help him get undressed. Despite his complaints and trying to brush things off he is very grateful to have such a caring girlfriend.

[jjeulip]

kuroo. osamu. tendou. oikawa.

"stop looking at me like that" you muttered.

he softly chuckles at you as his face gets closer to you still staring at you like you're the most purest thing on this earth. "you're cute" he whispered a little. alright- kinda hot.

suna. nishinoya. semi.

"so why'd you suddenly stop texting me last night?"

he looks at you with a question mark look on his face. "what?,.... .-. oh., i fell asleep." and when he sees your reaction he couldn't help but laugh softly. He wraps his hands around your waist and give your neck several light kisses. "sorry ma'am, i will make it up to you now yea?"

atsumu. tsukishima. iwaizumi.

"___" he calls out your name from behind.

"wha-" bang! he suddenly pinned you down on the table. As your back hit the table, an 'ow' came out of your mouth, you looked at him who is on top of you right now. "what was that for?" there was a smile on his stupidly handsome face as he looks down. "just recreating one of my dream's scenes last night y'know?"

©jjeulip | all rights served.

this was short TT

[duckymcdoorknob]

Hey! Idk what counts as a emergency request but feel free to discard this if it's not an emergency. So I'm at my family home with all my aunts and uncles, basically a reunion which I've tried to cancel on a dozen of times. They're all very toxic and gatherings like these always f*ck up my mental health to the point of panic attacks. They love talking about how I've gotten fatter, my grades, all my life in general. They think that because I speak out, I'm rude. Here's a event that happened today: my aunt who I'm sharing a room with tested positive for covid and I'm being called an inconsiderate b*tch for not wanting to share a room with her. In conclusion, mental health? Bad. Exhaustion? 100.

I was wondering if i could request a comfort fic? With haikyuu boys? {Kuroo/ Iwa/Daichi/ Ushijima}

Hi anon!! You may request this yes!

I’m only gonna do 3 characters though, but I’m trying my luck with Ushijima bc this is the first time I’m writing for him!

(I would like one tall order of the Ushijima scenario bc yes)

I hope by the time you’ve gotten this you’re feeling better! I apologize for the amount of time it took, but hopefully this will make you feel better!

Please don’t hesitate to ask for anything you may need!

CW UNDER THE CUT: Toxic family relationship, Panic Attacks, minor injury

𝑇𝑒𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑜

It all began when you had shot your best friend a quick “BITCH” over text

He had immediately dropped whatever he was doing to FaceTime you, noticing your screen illuminating.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you texted him once more. “Can’t call rn. I’ll tell you why in a sec.”

Kuroo huffed, wondering what had gotten you so worked up.

And within five minutes, he recieved a wall of text.

Your best friend took the time to read over every word, ensuring he understood what was happening.

As he continued to scan the words, his heart broke at your situation. How could someone be so cruel? To their own blood even?

After reading every word, he didn’t apologize, he didn’t opt for affirmative words, he simply sent two words: “Come over.”

On the other end, you scoffed. It wasn’t that easy. You couldn’t exactly sneak out and see him.

But, you did what you had to do: you tried, and by the grace of whatever deity you believe in, your family let you go on the premise of you were “doing a group project at your partner’s house.”

It wasn’t ideal to lie, but you wanted to get out of the house so desperately it didn’t matter.

“I’m free.”

“You know where the key is. Get here fast but safely.”

You practically ran to your best friend’s house. When you arrived, you rang his doorbell once, knocked twice and took your shoes off.

Taking the key from inside the potted plant, you hastily opened the door lock, letting yourself inside.

You chimed a greeting toward Mr. and Mrs. Kuroo, immediately skating by them and making a beeline for your best friend’s room.

When you arrived, you knocked twice in the pattern the two of you had made up years ago.

The door opened and Tetsuro wordlessly wrapped you up in a tight hug, shutting and locking the door behind him.

“I’ve got you. They can’t get you here.” He whispered, sitting the two of you down on his bed.

You immediately broke down in his embrace, hysterically crying and letting all frustrations out.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you. It’s okay… shhh… you’re going to be okay.” He attempted to let you go, so to dry your tears with his thumbs. “Shh shh shh. It’s alright.”

“No. Don’t let go, please.” You whimpered, holding him tighter.

“Nope, I won’t. I’m right here. You’re safe here, you know that.” Tetsuro replied in a gentle voice, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Everything will be alright. They can’t get you here.”

“I can’t go back there.” You whispered in realization, “Kuroo I’ll lose my brain if I have to spend another minute around them.”

“Well.” He began, “You’re lucky that 10 year old you has been planning for a time like this.”

“What do you mean?” You replied with a sniffle.

“I still have a bag of toiletries sitting on a shelf in my closet. Every time you came over last month, you brought over a set of pajamas and undergarments that you barely wore.”

“Still not following?”

“(Y/N) what I’m trying to say is, you can stay here. You’re right. I’m not allowing you to spend another minute with your family. You need to text them and tell them the plan. Hell, I’ll do it if you need me to. But I can’t live with the guilt of letting you go back home. Not when home is that bad.”

The tears that came out of your eyes this time were ones of pure joy and gratitude. You sniffled and rubbed your eyes, slowly removing yourself from Kuroo’s embrace.

And so, the two of you drafted a text to your family, explaining that you were safe at his house and would not be returning until your extended family left. He had to press send, but he ruffled your hair and told you he was proud of you.

When the two of you walked downstairs, you were once again greeted by your second set of parents. Your best friend explained your situation and that you would be staying with him until further notice.

His parents agreed on the spot, ushering you to get settled into the spare bedroom immediately.

“Welcome home, (Y/N).” Tetsuro said while sliding his hand in yours.

𝐷𝑎𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑖 𝑆𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑎

Finally having enough of your uncle’s comments, you rushed up to your bedroom and packed a suitcase.

You put weeks worth of clothes, undergarments, toiletries and anything else you may need in there. You zipped it up and ran out the front door.

As tears hurriedly flooded your vision, you felt your breathing quicken. You gasped for air as shaky hands fiddled with your phone.

You made sure to clear the corner, not wanting any of your relatives to be able to chase you down.

“Ca-call D-D-Daichi.” You managed to choke into the voice control.

Your best friend picked up after the first ring “Hey, (Y/N) what’s shaki-“

“D-Dai-chi. Help me.” You whimpered into the receiver.

“Get somewhere safe. I’m coming to pick you up.” From the other end of the line, you heard miscellaneous rumbling and the sound of jingling keys. “Where can I find you?”

You looked up at your surroundings, mind immediately fixating on your safest place. “C-club roo-room.” You whispered.

“Okay. Please be careful getting there. I’m coming to find you.”

You placed the call on mute as you tried desperately to calm your racing heart and vibrating hands.

You arrived to the club room and stood in the middle of the room, trying to calm yourself. Your shaky breathing and trembling hands bid you no help.

Within two short minutes, a terrified Daichi burst through the club room doors and hurriedly wrapped you in a panicked embrace. “I’ve got you… I’ve got you.”

Your best friend’s words made you buckle to the floor, sobbing out of frustration and hurt. He followed you down effortlessly, never letting any part of you collide with the mats on the floor.

He sat down with you in his lap. “You’re okay here. They can’t find you in here. You’re safe with me.” He whispered as you hyperventilated in his arms.

“D-Daichi.” You croaked.

“No no. Not yet. You have to calm down, (Y/N). It’s not safe for you to be this hysterical.” He held you tightly, placing his head atop your own. “I won’t let anything hurt you anymore.” One hand held you firmly as the other one rubbed your shoulders.

When you had finally slowed your breathing, you mumbled to him: “Daichi I can’t go back there; not until they leave.”

“I know.” He replied, still holding you close.

“C-can I… Um-“

“Of course you can stay with me. My folks would be more than thrilled to have you.”

“Thank God.” You replied with a smile.

Daichi smiled and grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb along the base of your own.

As you breathed in and out, releasing the remainder of your panic, you thought to text your immediate family.

“Hey, Dai’?”

“Mhm?”

“Can you text my family for me? Just my immediate one.” You asked, pulling your phone out,

“Sure!” He chirps, gently grabbing the item, “Should I message them? Or am I a scribe?”

“You do it. I don’t wanna talk to them.”

“I’m safe with a friend. I won’t be returning until everyone leaves. I love you, goodnight.” Daichi read aloud.

“Sounds perfect.” You said with a sigh, burying your head into his shoulder.

“You ready to head home?” He asked, resting his head atop yours.

“I think so.”

“I’m ready to kick your ass in Wii Sports.” Daichi chimed, slowly standing up with your wrapped around his waist.

You chuckled and stood to your feet, “Just because I cried does not mean I’m weak!”

Daichi smiled fondly, patting your head. “You’re damn right it doesn’t.”

He led you by the hand back to his car, the two of you talking about whatever you could.

“Let’s go home, (Y/N).” The male said, “This home is where you’ll always be welcome.”

𝑊𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑠ℎ𝑖 𝑈𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑗𝑖𝑚𝑎

Wakatoshi had never been a man of comforting words and embraces. He never understood it.

But, the day he answered the door to reveal you panicking, with scrapes on your knees and arms, settled it.

Wakatoshi was not a man of comfort, he was a man of comforting you.

It had happened when you finally had enough of the comments of your family.

With tear blurred eyes, you rushed to your bedroom and shoveled clothes and necessities into a bag.

You didn’t know how much you packed, you just did. You shoved whatever you could into that bag and ran out the front door, slamming it behind you without a word.

And then? You ran.

You ran wherever your brain took you to on autopilot.

It didn’t matter how much it hurt, it didn’t matter that you fell three times while tripping over tree roots, it didn’t matter that you were relentlessly sobbing. You just ran.

When your feet had finally stopped, you found yourself on the front porch of your childhood best friend’s home.

With horribly shaky hands, you rang the doorbell.

As you tried to collect yourself, you fell deeper into panic. Your already labored breathing virtually stopped as fat tears pelted the ground beneath you.

“May I help y- (Y/N)??” A voice sounded as the door opened, “Oh my. Um, please come inside.”

You stood firmly in place, while body shaking. You couldn’t move. You stared into Wakatoshi’s eyes, hoping he’d understand.

Thankfully, he did. He turned around and squatted down in front of you, so to give you a piggyback ride.

You were able to maneuver yourself onto his back and rest your head on his shoulder. “M’sorry, ‘Toshi.” You whimpered.

“There’s no reason to apologize. I’m very glad you came to take comfort here.” He replied stoically.

He stopped in front of the couch, helping you off of his back and shoulders. He then sat down next to you, gently taking your hand in his.

“I’m not very good at this, but it’s evident that I have to help you calm down before anything else.” Ushijima explained, giving your hand a quick squeeze.

“H-hold me ple-ease.” you whispered as you hiccuped out breaths.

Taken aback, Wakatoshi did what was natural to him. He grabbed you and held you across his lap like a young child, resting your head on his chest. “Is this okay?”

“Very.” You replied, nuzzling close to him, “Hold tight.”

He obliged, wrapping his arms securely around your shaking figure. He gently rocked you back and forth, hoping that it would calm you down.

“What’s troubling you? I’d like to understand so I can help.”

“M-my family… Very me-mean. D-don’ wan-na go ho-home.”

“Understood.” He replied, rubbing your shoulder gently.

“Whenever Goshiki gets anxious like this, this is how Tendou holds him. I think he talks about his new discoveries after that. So, I’ll do that for you.”

While holding you close and rocking you back and forth, the gentle giant stoically explained how Tendou had discovered a passion for making chocolates. So, he brought them for the team to try. He was actually quite impressed with how well his friend had done.

“And then, you would’ve thought he just won a car (Y/N). I had never seen Tendou this happy. And then when Goshiki was a little more calm, he told Tendou that he should open up a little chocolate cart. And you’ll never believe what he said next. He said he’s planning to move to France after we graduate. Isn’t that just bizarre, (Y/N)?”

Ushijima awaited your reply, but there was none. “(Y/N)?”

You had fallen asleep in the male’s warm embrace. Wakatoshi found himself smiling slightly, leaning backwards on the couch you were both seated on. He decided to rest a little bit himself; it had been a hectic day after all.

You awoke first, feeling calm and warm. When you opened your eyes, you smiled upon noticing how tranquil your best friend looked while he was asleep. Unfortunately, due to the time of day, you had to wake him up.

“Hey, ‘Toshi.” You poked his cheek gently, “If we sleep now, we’ll be up all night.”

“Mmmm” he groaned, not entirely thinking yet. “Just stay with me.”

You chuckled, “ ‘Toshi-“

“No I’m serious. I’m not letting you go home.” He held you closer to him, as if you were a teddy bear. “If home made you cry like that, I’m never letting you go home again.”

“Only if I’m allowed to. I don’t-“

“You know my mom and dad love you.” He replied with a yawn.

You chuckled and shot your family a text explaining that you were safe with the Ushijimas, and not returning home until your extended family was gone.

“Now can we go back to sleep?” He asked in a tiny voice.

“Mhm.” You replied, nuzzling into his shoulder once more.

“Welcome home.” He whispered before you both fell into sleep once again.

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[imagineanime2022]

Their Child Says/Or Does Something Mean *Part 4*

Kuroo Tetsuro X Fem!Reader, Kozume Kenma X Fem!Reader

Requested: Anon​

Summary: Your the step parent and the kids are being mean.

Warning: Ungrateful Kids

Part 1 (Toru Oikawa, Issei Matsukawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Takahiro Hanamaki, Kentaro Kyotani)

*Part 2* (Daichi Sawamura, Koshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Kyoomi Sakusa)

*Part 3* (Kotaro Bokuto X Reader, Keiji Akaashi X Reader, Atsumu Miya X Reader, Rintaro Suna X Reader, Osamu Miya X Reader)

Tetsuro Kuroo

🧪 Tetsu fell in love too easily, that was how he ended up with a daughter and no mother in sight, that never bothered you though, the day that he expressed interest in you, you were more than willing to run with it. 🧪 Tetsu worked a lot, he had to if he wanted to support his Tomoe that unfortunately meant that for a long time there were things that went unnoticed, now that you were there that was less likely. 🧪 You knew that there was something going on the moment you saw the girl but you had to earn her trust before you could ever find that out but you were getting there. 🧪 It all came to a head when you went to pick up one day, you tried to deescalate the situation but that got you an elbow to the nose.

“Dad I messed up, Mum’s hurt!” Tomoe said not even giving Kuroo the chance to even greet her. “What do you mean?” He asked, expecting her to make a joke. “She’s bleeding.” Tomoe answered. “Tetsu I’m fine, I’m just going to have to leave the car at the school and pick it up in the morning when I drop her off.” You explained. “You can’t drive!?” He asked standing from his seat at the desk writing a note and putting it on his secretary’s desk before rushing out of the building. “Where are you?” “We’re at school.” Tomoe answered. “It’s just a nosebleed, Kuroo this really isn’t necessary.” You informed him as you tipped your head back to try and control the bleeding. “Babe I’m coming to get you both just wait there okay?” He ordered. “Alright we’ll stay put.” You sighed, closing the door and handing the phone cable to Tomoe. “You might as well put on some pusic it’ll take him some time to get here.”

After about 10 minutes there was a soft knock on the window, you pushed the door open and Tetsu crouched so that he could see your face “Here.” He said softly, handing you a packet of wet wipes, you carefully cleaned your face as he turned to Tomoe “what happened?” “I elbowed her in the face, I didn’t mean to.” She answered honestly. “It was a little misunderstanding, she ended up in a little fight, I was just splitting them up and got hit, she never meant to hit me.” You explained as you flinched while cleaning the last of the blood from your nose. “I hope you won.” Tetsu gestured for everyone to shuffle so that he could climb into the driver's seat. “She definitely won.” You smirked as he started the car. “Good.” He nodded as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek and started the car.

Later that evening after Tetsu went to go and pick up his car (that he had left at work) you were both lying in bed “Are you sure that you're okay?” He asked. “Hmm? Oh yeah I promise I’m just glad that she didn’t get hurt.” You answered. “You are perfect.” He mumbled pulling you in tighter and pressing his face into your shoulder “Yeah well you're taking her to school tomorrow, in case the kid’s waiting for her, I have a feeling this is more than just one fight.” You explained. “What makes you say that?” He asked. “Something has been going on with her, she doesn’t talk about it but there’s something.” You answered. “So fix it.” “Sure thing kitten.” He said softly “now get some rest.”

Kozume Kenma

🎮 Kenma still had a good friendship with his ex mostly because of his son, he wouldn't have tried so if Kousuke wasn’t born. 🎮 The fact that he had such a good friendship with his ex confused his son. He didn’t really care what his parents did as long as they were happy but he didn’t understand why they couldn’t be together if they were such good friends. 🎮 However the problem came when he started speaking to people online and they started telling him what they thought was going on. 🎮 He believed them and things started to escalate from there, you were losing control of the teen, even Kenma was noticing the changes between streaming and running his own business.

You walked into the living room where Kousuke was playing a game “hey it’s time to eat, will you come into the kitchen please?” You asked. “Yeah I'll be there in a minute.” He waved you off, you disappeared for 5 minutes before you walked back in. “Kousuke…” You called but he didn’t answer, you walked over to the plug socket and unplugged the games console. “What the fuck!?” He shouted. “First quiet your Dad is in a meeting and second language.” You warned him. “I don’t have to listen to you!” He shouted standing from his seat on the sofa. “Ko.” You warned again, frowning over your face. “Don’t call me that, you're just here to cook, clean and occupy Dad’s bed, you really think he loves you, with the way that Mum and him get alone you can’t think that’s true.” Kousuke laughed, he was now crowding you, there was no space to step away from him, you were about to talk but someone else did first. “Kousuke go and pack some things you're going to stay at your mother’s.” Kenma’s voice silenced his son, a sound similar to a growl emitted from the teen before he went up to his bedroom. “Did we ruin your meeting?” You asked. “That doesn’t matter.” Kenma said as he walked over, taking your face in his hands “I’m going to take him to his mother’s house and then we’re going to talk.” “‘Zume I’m fine.” You said. “Well there’s something that I want to say to you so wait for me okay?” He asked. “Alright.” You nodded, you walked into the kitchen putting Kousuke’s food into a container and walked out to the front door. “‘Zume!” You called and he looked back at you as you held out the container “I cooked his favorite as least Aiko won’t have to cook for him when he gets there.”

Kenma walked back over to the car and leaned in “your dinner.” He said the tone clipped as Kousuke took the container. “She still gave me this?” He asked and Kenma nodded as he started the car “I didn’t mean anything that I said.” “Doesn’t matter if you meant it, the damage is done.” Kenma mumbled as they pulled out of the drive. “You’ll stay with your mother for a couple of days and then we’ll talk about what happens next.” “What does that mean?” Kousuke asked. “I won’t come back?” “(Y/N)’ll never let that happen, she’s too good for that.” Kenma answered.

When Kenma got home, he found you cleaning in the kitchen, he walked up behind you and took the cloth out of your hand putting it to the side before guiding you into the living room before pulling you to sit on his lap. “You know it doesn’t matter what he says, I love you.” Kenma promised. “I know, I’m okay I promise.” You smiled but he could see that something was bothering you and if it wasn’t what he said then what was it? “What’s bothering you then?” He asked. “Does Kousuke not like me? I thought that we got on quite well in the beginning but if he doesn’t like me I can leave.” You said in a small voice, you didn’t want to leave, you loved living with him, you loved his son, you loved popping in to give him things during the stream but most importantly you loved having a family. “What? No. I’m not letting you leave.” Kenma frowned. “He told me that he didn’t mean anything that he said, I’m going to talk to him tomorrow about everything but tonight is your night.” “Mine?” You asked as you looked at him with a small smile on your face as you realized that everything should work out. “Mmhm.” He hummed, pressed a kiss to your cheek, smiling as excitement took over and you bounced on his lap leaning over to grab the control before turning yourself so that you could see the TV as Kenma changed to a more comfortable position waiting for you to pick what you do next.

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[tetsumie]

“𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘” — 𝐏𝐓 𝟐

read part 1 here!

pairing: kuroo x reader & kenma x reader

genre: hurt/comfort

a/n: hello !! sorry for being gone for soooo long D: i wasn’t doing well and was in a really bad place mentally.. (plus burnout 😓😓) but regardless tysm for all the love in the first part of this fic! i appreciate u all sm and i’ll work on getting asks in! thank u for being so patient w me !! luv u :D

kuroo tetsuro

you woke up late today and weren't surprised that kuroo had already left for work by the time you woke up. but he did leave you a post-it note saying he made breakfast leftovers for you in the fridge.

you smile at the thought that kuroo took the time out of his day to make some food especially in the morning. however, as you're getting ready for the day, your eye catches the lunch bag that's sitting on the kitchen bar countertop.

"this idiot," you mumble, shaking your head with a smile on your face. you pull out your phone and shoot him a text.

y/n: thanks for the breakfast it was really good

tetsu: im glad :)

y/n: also you left your lunch at home stupid

tetsu: oh shit

tetsu: can you drop it off for me? i cant come home to pick up, im in a meeting rn

y/n: yeah that's fine

tetsu: thanks baby ill kiss u when i see u

tetsu: love u 2 the moon and back !!

y/n: ur so weird

y/n: love u 2 the moon and back <3

a few hours pass by and now you're taking the bus to head to kuroo's office with his lunch bag in hand. before leaving the house, you decided to swap his current lunch which was some leftovers with his favorite food, grilled salted mackerel.

you enter his office floor and are greeted by the office receptionist from the floor. "i'm just here to drop off some food for kuroo-san."

"oh yes, right this way," she stands up and opens the office door for you and points out where his room is.

as you're about to knock on his door, you hear his voice from the other side. "i'm not sure if i can come out tonight to eat kenma. y/n probably wants me home, you know how clingy they get sometimes."

your heart sinks to the floor.

has he always thought of me this way? clingy? i didn't mean to act that way? i just like being in his company. i didn't mean to be clingy. i didn't know he felt that way...

"anyways, i'll call you back kenma. i gotta get back to work. see ya later" he ends the call.

you take a deep breath, standing in front of the door, thinking about kuroo's words to his best friend. before you could even knock, the door opens and you're greeted by kuroo.

"oh y/n! you should've texted me you were here!"

you let out a laugh that sort of dies in your throat. "oh um i just wanted to surprise you that's all."

"come in, let's eat together. you can see the beautiful downtown view from here," he tries to usher you inside his personal office room.

you're a little uncomfortable so you hold yourself back from going on, "maybe another time, yeah? i gotta head back. i've got a lot of work to do with college and work and stuff."

"no yeah of course, i get it. work hard! but first..." kuroo smiles and before you can pull away, he kisses you on the head. "i'll see you when i get home. love you!"

too ashamed to even look at him as you walked out of his office, you just wave to him with your back facing him as you walked away.

you're now sitting on the bus on the way home, thinking about the way he called you clingy. "you know how clingy they get.." has he always thought i'm clingy? has he just been putting up with my annoying habits? i thought he liked the way i treated him. i didn't know he thought it was clingy.

you're trying to look back at your actions and now it's all coming back to you.

you're always trying to kiss him, hug him, cuddle him. you're always talking to him about random things from an occurrence at the grocery store to some new show you're watching. literally last night, you both were cuddling while watching a new episode of kuroo's favorite sit-com and you were running your fingers through his hair.

it all made sense.

you were clingy.

and he wanted space.

you were going to respect that.

kuroo comes home later that evening and announces himself with an "i'm home!"

you're on the dining table with the computer open, working on some new assignment and you smile at him. "welcome home," you say with a smile.

he's expecting you to get up and come over and hug him like you usually do but to his surprise, you continue to look back at your computer.

he assumes you're just busy and doesn't think much of it.

kuroo heads into the shared bedroom to unwind from his hectic day at work. he takes a shower and changes into some pajama pants and is now heading back to the living room to see what you're up to.

you're still sitting on the dining table with all your notebooks splayed out and computer open, working on what seems to be some really big project. he plops down next to you and starts squinting at the screen. he starts poking you to grab your attention from the screen.

"the mackerel was really good today."

"that's good."

silence envelops the atmosphere between the both of you until kuroo decides to speak again.

"what are you working on?"

"college stuff."

"maybe take a break now?" he suggests.

"i can't. it's due soon," your voice flat. "if you want dinner, there's some leftovers i made in the fridge."

"alright," he replies, getting up from the chair to the kitchen to warm up some food.

his shoulders droop a little. he was hoping to spend some time with you. but he is aware that something is off with you. he's not sure what it is but he knows something isn't right. you haven't given him a single kiss or even a hug since he's been back and your usual sarcastic remarks are gone.

you've barely even acknowledged his presence.

"maybe it's just an off day?" is what he convinces himself.

but those "off days" are starting to become more consistent.

you're out of bed before he wakes up in the morning and you barely talk to him when he comes home. you always end up sleeping after he falls asleep and he can't even stay up because of how exhausted he gets after work. the amount of physical affection has declined from you and every time he texts or talks to you, your replies are barely existent.

it feels like he's living by himself. when did it get so cold?

on the other hand, you think it's going well! you haven't been all up in his business lately. you're giving him the space he wants. you're hoping that kuroo is feeling much happier since you're smothering him less. sure, you miss getting to hold and cuddle him but this is what he wanted, right?

now that the week is over, kuroo is hoping to spend the weekend with you.

that morning, kuroo sets an alarm to wake up earlier than you in hopes of spending some extra affectionate time with you. however, the moment he wakes up, the other side of the bed is empty and cold.

he has no choice but to get out of bed to see where you are. there's no way you're up right now. at 7 am on a weekend? no way.

he walks out of the room and he feels his heart chip. you're sleeping on the couch, slightly shivering because the blanket you're using barely covers you. have you been sleeping on the couch this past week? why didn't i notice? kuroo begins to internally berate himself right now for letting you sleeping on the couch for this past week right under his nose.

with no hesitation, he bridal-style carries you back into the shared bedroom and tucks you under the duvet cover and comes back into bed.

however, you've already woken up and you sit up on the bed, startled. "w-what? where am i?"

he scoffs, "i brought you in our bedroom idiot."

"oh," you're now grabbing your stuff and climbing out to go back to the couch but kuroo stops you by grabbing your arm.

"where are you going?"

"to the couch?"

"but this is our bedroom?"

"no, this is your bedroom," you emphasize.

"y/n." his tone feels cold to you. "talk to me."

"we are talking, are we not?"

he starts scratching the back of his neck. "yes but you know it's not the same. what's going on baby?"

his hand to tries to reach your cheek to stroke it with his thumb but you turn away and immediately stand up from his bed. "it's okay kuroo, please go back to sleep. it's the weekend, you should rest."

his heart chips at the gesture. why are you avoiding him like this? what did he do? what happened to 'tetsu?'

"it's tetsu to you," he mumbles.

you open your mouth but shut it and cast you eyes away from his stare down at the floor.

"it's always been tetsu to you," he states.

you're still silent and he takes it as his queue to continue speaking.

"baby, everyday i come home from work and you barely acknowledge me. you're always busy doing 'college stuff' or something else. you barely hug me or even kiss me anymore. what happened? what did i do? did i do something wrong? did i overstep my boundaries? are you mad at me about something? please i wanna know what i did wrong so i can fix myself."

your heart softens at his words and you begin to immediately reassure him.

"there's nothing wrong with you... nothing has ever been wrong with you... i just want to work on giving you your space. i know that you think i'm clingy and so i wanted to work on just giving you room to breathe. i know i can be a little too much sometimes. i'm sorry for not realizing how clingy my actions were sooner. i'm sorry i-"

he immediately walks over to you and brings you to his chest, hugging you tightly. your eyes slightly widen. "don't you dare fucking apologize. it's not your fault. shit, it's never been your fault, baby. what made you even think that?"

in embarrassment, you mumble, "i heard you say i'm clingy to kenma. sorry i didn't mean to overhear."

"oh, my love," he pulls away and looks at you with a sad look in his eyes. "it's not what you think."

he sighs and he sits on the side of the bed and taps the bed space in front of him for you to sit down as well. "kenma's been trying to get me to go meet some new volleyball members to affiliate them with the jva and to be honest, i already have so much on my plate with the current affiliates, that i'm really trying to avoid going out for dinner with him. i'm trying to get one of my coworkers to go on my behalf to seal the deal but i can't find anyone willing to."

"i just used your name as an excuse. i swear on my life, i never really meant that. i never ever meant to hurt you."

still finding it hard to believe him, you mumble, "you don't need to lie.. i understand if-"

"y/n, i swear on my mother, i'm not lying," he interrupts. "every single fucking day, the only think i ever look forward to is seeing your beautiful face in my apartment. i look forward to your rambles about the new show you started watching or how the current professor you're shadowing is a douche. i love your bear hugs and i love the way you kiss me all over my face in the mornings. fuck, i love knowing that i get to go to sleep with you every night and i get to wake up to you every morning. i love you, just the way you are. please don't ever change yourself over some fucking lie i said."

"i'm so sorry y/n, so sorry for ever making you doubt my love for you," he intertwines his hand in yours and looks into your eyes. "i'll do anything to regain your trust.

he senses the hesitation in your eyes and honestly, he can't blame you. you've been harboring this guilt for a week and it makes sense that you're still feeling a little uncomfortable around him.

but to his surprise, you inch your way closer to him and hug his chest and the tears begin to fall. his body tenses and he feels so guilty about everything. he rubs reassuring circles on your back and kisses your head every few moments.

after you wipe your tears on his shirt, you look up at him and honestly kuroo hates to admit this but you still look gorgeous even with a tear stained face. he's grinning at you and begins to pepper your face with his kisses.

"love you to the moon and back," he whispers into your ear.

you chuckle and kiss him on the lips. "love you to the moon and back, tetsu."

in that moment, he swears to himself that he'll make sure that you never have to doubt his love for you ever again.

kozume kenma

as the ceo of his own startup company, a youtube streamer, and a college student, kenma can almost never find any time to himself. the only time he really feels at peace is either when he's asleep or when he's with you.

but sometimes things get so hectic and suffocating, he just wants to be alone, away from the world.

after a long day of classes, you walk into your shared apartment and you can hear kenma talking from his bedroom/home office. you try to keep quiet not disturbing him.

in hopes of cheering him up, you decide what better way to do so by making his favorite food: apple pie. you put down your stuff on the living room couch, grab the apron, and get to work.

kenma stays locked up in his bedroom for the majority of time that you're baking and a part of you just hopes that maybe he'll come out to just say "hi" or just accompany you to see what you're up to but unfortunately he doesn't.

after the pie is done baking in the oven and you've brought him a slice so he can get some food in his system because you're sure he hasn't been taking care of himself. you're hoping that maybe, just maybe, the both of you will finally get to spend some time together.

you knock on the door twice.

no response.

you knock once more and call out his name, "kenma, you busy still?"

still no response.

you sigh, realizing there was no hope in knocking, and decide to twist the knob and enter his room. you're greeted with the sight of him sitting on his gaming chair, knees to his chest, headphones over his ears, and slightly biting the eraser top of his pencil.

he must have felt the presence of someone else in the room with him because he looked away from his computer screen and his eyes widened. he slid his headphones off his ear and hung them around his neck.

"how long have you been home?" he bluntly asks.

"for an hour or two now, i think," you reply.

“oh sorry, i didn’t see you,” he mumbles.

you chuckle in response. “i didn’t think you would considering you’ve been cooped up in your room the entire time.”

“well yeah,” he says. “i’m busy.”

as he’s about to put his headphones back on and get back to work, you speak up. “i know you’re busy but do you wanna eat with me? i made-”

“can we talk later? i don’t have time for your clinginess right now.”

oh.

he puts his headphones on and indulges himself back in his work, not even registering the weight of his words.

you slowly walk out of his room, silently close the door, grab yourself a slice of apple pie originally made for the both of you, and plop yourself on the couch to watch some new show on the television.

after working for nearly hours on end, kenma finally finishes the load of work he had piled. now all he wants to do is just spend some time with you before going to bed. he walks out of the bedroom and is greeted by you asleep with the television humming in the background.

he can't help but let a small smile envelop his features. it's such a domestic sight and he wants to photograph this moment in time.

he knows he said some harsh words to you out of frustration but he hopes that you understand that he didn’t truly mean them.

he goes over and kisses your forehead and he smells the distinctive scent of apple pie and his heart softens at the thought that you made him his favorite food.

he goes over to his bedroom, grabs a blanket and lays it over you and goes under the blanket, snuggling himself closer to you. he hasn't felt this relaxed in a while and your presence is just so comforting to him.

he doesn't know what he'd do without you.

the next morning, you wake up and find yourself in an awkward position and your feel arms wrapped around your torso. you look to your left and are greeted by kenma's sleeping figure and you can't help but smile.

but you remind yourself of what he told you yesterday and you silently get up from the couch and begin to get ready for the rest of your day.

his words, "i don't have time for your clinginess right now", really had sent you into a spiral last night and you were too exhausted to think clearly. did you always come off as clingy to him? you were definitely a bit more energetic and enthusiastic than him but you never thought it was clingy?

you can't seem to think straight so you decide to maybe go out for a walk, just to take your mind off things. you just need some time alone, away from your apartment with him.

kenma wakes up only a few minutes later and he feels cold. his neck is sore, considering how he slept in an uncomfortable position because he wanted to sleep with you. however, to his surprise, he doesn't find you asleep next to him.

as he walks around the house, calling your name, a sense of urgency begins to form in the pit of his stomach.

he dials your number and it goes to voicemail.

he does it again. still voicemail.

he's about to call you one more time until he hears the jangle of keys and the door opening. a sigh of relief leaves his mouth and as you're about to turn your keys to open the door, he's a step ahead of you, opening the door for you.

"oh my god, i thought you went missing," kenma hugs you, catching you by surprise. "where'd you go?"

hesitant to reply, you say, "oh just went on a walk, that's all."

"you should've told me, we could've gone together," he states. "i feel like we haven't seen each other in forever."

"it's fine. don't worry about it."

there's something wrong and he can sense it in your demeanor. as you're heading to the master bedroom, he can see the way your shoulders slump as you put your keys back. he doesn't address your distant behavior, thinking that you're just having a rough morning and it'll get better as the day goes on.

unfortunately, it doesn't get better.

you seem to be fine but you just feel incredibly distant.

kenma's been playing games in his room all day and unlike usual, you're not in his bedroom watching him play or sitting on the bed scrolling through your phone. his gaming experience isn't the same when you're not there.

he pauses his game and goes out to the living room to see you lying down on the couch, scrolling through videos on your phone. he wants to ask why you're not staying with him but he doesn't want to make overstep your boundaries, especially since it seems like you're not in a good mood.

but that's anything from what you want.

you want him to ask you to stay in his room and keep you company. but because he hasn't done so, his word "clingy" began to scream louder in your head and to be frank, that's the only thing roaming in your head.

"do you want to do anything today?" he asks. "you know.. because it's the weekend and we can go out if you want? like going out to eat?"

a part of you began to feel guilty considering he was thinking about what you wanted to do and you hated feeling like a burden towards him. he already expressed his disapproval with you when he said he found you clingy so you didn't want to impose any further.

"no it's okay," you reply, eyes glued to your phone. "i don't want to annoy you or anything.. so i'll just go on my own or something..."

he hums in response but his eyebrows furrow as he doesn't seem to move from his spot. he can tell there's something wrong and you're obviously being very dodgy with him about the subject which is why he decides to take a seat on the couch and snatch your phone from your hands before you can even register what's happened.

"hey give me back my phone!" you sit up, stretching yourself over to grab your phone back from him in a failed attempt.

"not until you tell me what's wrong," he says flat.

you sigh, knowing that this conversation isn't inevitable. you can't avoid him forever "you called me clingy yesterday, kenma. sorry that i don't really want to hang out with you right now."

the words that leave your mouth have kenma in a state of shock. you took that seriously? you really thought he meant that? in order to ease his busy day of meetings back to back, you came home baked him some apple pie to ease him from his stresses.

and what did he do in return? called you clingy when you just wanted to spend some well-deserved time with him. god, he was being so ungrateful. his body fills with guilt when he he realizes you took his comment to heart.

“honey, i-” he starts and then is cut off with your words.

"i understand where you were coming from, i like to show my affection with you through physical touch and i know you’ve never been one to really reciprocate that," you begin to ramble. "so i’m really sorry for pushing your boundaries and i’ll give you the space that you need."

guilt is eating him away and he needs to clear the air now, otherwise you might be closed off forever and he’s not sure if he’s ever going to be able to reconnect with you.

“y/n, honey, don't apologize for this. it’s not your fault at all,” he starts. he puts down the phone onto the couch and grabs both of your hands and squeezes them assuringly. “i'm sorry for pushing you away and calling you clingy. you didn't.. you never deserve to be told that."

his hand finds its way to your cheek and he begins to rub comforting slow circles. seeing the sullen look on your face made him realize that he never wants to see you like this ever again. it was like you had lost the light in your eyes. kenma hated how he had diminished that so quickly by making you think that he didn't like your company.

he loves you so much; he could never imagine what life would be like without your presence.

a small smile begins to creep back on to your face and kenma finds himself in a slight sense of relief.

"it's okay," you finally utter out. "do you wanna watch that new episode? apparently there is so much drama now and i'm avoiding socials so i don't get spoiled..."

he chuckles, "i'll do anything with you."

he knows that he can't take back his words from before but as he's sitting on the couch with you in his embrace, he knows he can show you his love through his actions. he'll do anything to bring back that trust to you.

© tetsumie 2023 all rights reserved 

[noosayog]

003 an unexpectedly sweet valentine

❥ warnings/content: kuroo tetsuro x reader, sfw, slight angst if you squint, mostly fluff, jealousy

❥ wc: 3.4k

❥ valentine's masterlist, regular masterlist

“Good morning, senpai!” 

Your senior of one year turns around as he changes from his outside shoes to his inside shoes. “Huh? Oh, morning.” 

“It’s raining hard today, huh?” 

“Oh, yeah. Sure is.” 

“Did you bring an umbrella?” 

“Nah, forgot it.” 

“Aw, too bad! I remembered mine today!” 

“Good for you.” 

The conversation comes to a lull. Senpai stands there looking at you, as if to ask, anything else?

Somewhat awkward, you wave to him. “Have a good day, then!” 

He nods, turning away to make his way to his first class of the day. 

“Wowwww,” a voice from above you drawls. “That was a painful watch.” 

You swivel around to face Kuroo, your classmate. 

“Shut up, Kuroo,” you growl at him. 

“‘Morning Senpai! Have a good day Senpai!’” He mocks you in a high pitched voice. 

You give him a swift kick in the shins, satisfied when he bends over to cradle the spot. 

Kenma appears from behind him, shaking off the stray droplets clinging to his hair. “You deserved that.” 

“Morning, Kenma,” you snicker.

Kenma returns your greeting, heading off to his own class in the year below yours and Kuroo’s. 

A tap on your shoulder gets your attention. “Sorry about him. He’s just in a bad mood because of the rain.” 

“Kai-kun!” you greet. “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize for this idiot.” 

“Hey!” the idiot in question protests. 

Another head pops out from behind Kai. “What’s going on? Talking rooster head trash? That’s a conversation I can contribute to.”  

“Morning, Yakkun.” 

“Can we not talk about me like I’m not here?” Kuroo complains. 

“Shall we head to class?” Kai asks, easily ignoring him. 

“Yep!” 

“Hello? We’re all in the same class here!” Kuroo wails as he runs after the three of you.

In your homeroom, Kuroo, Yaku, and Kai all head to their seats as you take yours by the window. You greet your friends who sit by you, excited to ramble about your encounter with the cool Senpai from the basketball team whom you’ve recently developed a crush on.

“What do you like about that guy anyway?” your friend asks. 

“What do you mean? There’s so much to like!” 

She gives you a dubious look. “For example…?”

You start counting on your fingers. “Well, he’s captain of the basketball team, so he’s tall-”

“You like him because he’s tall?”

“He’s older, so he’s more mature-”

“Right,” she nods sarcastically. “Being a year older makes him so mature.” 

With two fingers up, you’ve run out of reasons. Your friend rolls her eyes at you. 

“Personally, I prefer the volleyball guys in our class.” 

“Kai-kun?” you nod empathetically. “I can totally see that. He’s kind and smart. Yakkun, too. He’s energetic and outgoing.” 

“Kuroo’s included in that group too, you know.” 

You wrinkle your nose. 

“What’s your beef with him? He’s tall, smart. Lots of people in our grade would say he’s funny too. He’s actually pretty popular.” 

You shake your head, “the most that guy has going for him is his friendship to Kenma. I can totally see someone getting close to him so that he’ll introduce them.” 

Your friend just shrugs patronizingly, like you’re beyond reasoning with. 

“Anyway,” you switch topics. “Senpai forgot his umbrella today, and it’s going to rain all day. I’m going to watch basketball practice afterschool and offer to share my umbrella with Senpai on the way home. Wanna come with?”

“Pass.” 

You shrug. “Suit yourself.” 

– 

“Did you hear that?” Yaku elbows Kuroo, whispering not very quietly.

Kuroo swipes at the elbow, rubbing his ribs and mumbling for Yaku to keep it down. 

“Damn, what’d you do? She thinks you’re such a loser.” 

“Gee, thanks,” Kuroo grits out. 

Yaku holds his hands up in surrender. “Just pointing out the facts.” 

“Hey, now. Let’s not be too hasty,” Kai cuts in. “It might just be a temporary infatuation with the basketball club guy. There’s still hope!” 

Kuroo groans and slumps forehead first onto his desk. Even when Kai is trying to be nice, it makes him feel so pathetic. 

–

When the final class of the day ends, Kuroo lingers in the classroom, still racking his brain for an excuse to keep you from going to the basketball club. He trails after you as you get up to leave the classroom. 

You’re taking a drink of water when Kuroo watches your friend shoulder into you a bit too hard, leaving you to stumble backwards, hands flailing to keep your balance. The uncapped water bottle in your hands goes flying into Kuroo, dumping its contents into the bag in his hands, containing the spare jerseys the volleyball team had planned on using for practice matches today. 

Kuroo drops the bag, arms coming up to support your back and keep you upright. 

When you’re stable on your feet, you quickly pick up your water bottle to staunch the flow of water, though it doesn’t matter much anymore given the jerseys are all soaked through. 

“Hey! What did you do that for?” you scold your friend. You turn to Kuroo, “thanks and sorry…” you trail off, not knowing how to remedy the situation. 

When Kuroo catches the wink your friend sends him, he catches on. “Aww man, now what’re we going to do for practice?” 

Yaku cuts in. “Oh, it’s fine. We can just use the spare-” 

Kai slaps a hand over Yaku’s big mouth, dragging him off towards the gym. “We’ll head to practice first. Why don’t you figure out the situation, Kuroo?” 

“Kuroo, I’m so sorry, but this was all her fault. Hey-” You turn to where your friend was standing, but she’s gone.

“We needed these for today’s practice. You’re just gonna have to help me out with the laundry to get these dried before the 3v3 drills then.” 

You pull a very displeased expression, mumbling something Kuroo can’t quite hear but is definitely a curse out of your friend. 

“Can’t I please make it up to you some other way? I have really important plans today.” 

Sure, as if trying to suck up to that basketball captain counts as really important plans. 

“All you have to do is toss these in the dryer and wait until they’re done. It’s the least you can do.” 

You offer a begrudging, “fine,” hauling the wet bag and following behind a triumphant Kuroo. 

As promised, it takes you less than an hour to dry the jerseys, passing the time by watching the volleyball club boys warm up and run drills. As you pull the jerseys out of the machine, Kuroo meets you by the locker room. 

“All done! Now can I-” 

“Man, it took too long to dry them. We had to restructure our drills since it’s too late to start practice matches now.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Look, Kuroo. I’m sorry, but I have no say over how long a dryer cycle is.” 

“I know. It just really put us in a hard spot, especially given that Nationals are around the corner…” he sighs audibly. “But it’s fine, I know it’s not totally your fault.” He sighs again. 

“Ok, ok” you give in. “What can I do to make up for it?” 

It takes all of Kuroo’s willpower to suppress a victorious grin. “Hmmm,” he pretends to deliberate. “Aha!” he exclaims. “You could be our manager until Nationals are over. That’d help the team and Coach Nekomata out a lot.” 

You hesitate. “Manager? Why don’t you just find a permanent one? Everyone says you’re all popular-”

“Everyone?” he smirks. 

“Yeah. Personally, I don’t really get it, but,” you miss the slight dimming of his grin. “I’m sure there’s someone out there who’d be more willing… I mean, more helpful than I would be.” 

“Figures that you’d try to weasel your way out of this.” 

“Weasel my way- wait just a second-” 

“It’s fine,” Kuroo cuts you off, turning around to leave you there. “You’re right, we’ll just find someone who’s more responsible.” 

“Hold on, Kuroo!” you grab the back of his jacket, pulling him back. 

This time, the grin on Kuroo’s face spreads in full force. 

“I’ll do it. I am not irresponsible.” 

“Great, you can start tomorrow.” 

You cross your arms over your chest, huffing indignantly like you’re satisfied that you’ve restored your reputation, your plans to be alone with basketball-senpai completely forgotten. 

Hook, line, sinker. 

–

Your job as the volleyball club manager is actually enjoyable. Save for the extended time you now need to spend in Kuroo’s company, you make friends with the rest of the team, especially the enthusiastic younger class. 

During lunch time, Kuroo will often request that you join Kai, Yaku, and him on the roof. 

“Why? I deserve freedom from you outside of volleyball club hours.” 

“Interesting that your commitment to taking the position of manager only extends to certain hours.” 

“What? Slander! I’m committed-” 

“We were going to discuss and review our plays from previous games, but I guess we’ll manage without you. Just hand me the notebook and we’ll review without you-” 

You stand abruptly, slamming your palms on your desk. With the notebook in question in hand, you storm past him, making your way to the roof access stairs without another word. 

“Well?” you demand when Kuroo doesn’t follow. “Are we going or what?” 

Kuroo grins. “Coming.” 

In your indignation, you fail to ever catch the grins from Yaku, Kai, and your friends. 

Sometimes, those lunches end up being just you and Kuroo, Yaku and Kai often being called away halfway through. Once all volleyball business is complete, you and Kuroo finish eating in relative peace. Often, he lies down to spend the rest of break napping. You tell yourself it’s too awkward to leave him there without a word, so you sit quietly to keep him company. 

One time, you had awoken to a sound of a camera shutter, realizing belatedly that you had fallen asleep on Kuroo’s shoulder. When you crane your head to face the boy in question, eyes wide and swiping at your lip in case you were drooling, you’re met with the usual smug grin on his lips, but his eyes are warm. Instead of smacking him and throwing a scatching remark, your cheeks heat up and you avert your eyes like an embarrassed schoolgirl.

–

When February rolls around, the entire student body is buzzing with the excitement of Valentine’s Day. You haven’t had any more development with basketball senpai, with your time mostly preoccupied with volleyball, but you’ve long standing plans to make Senpai chocolate. You’ve done research by asking around to find out that Senpai likes dark chocolate. 

“Have you thought about making the volleyball boys chocolate?” Mari asks you. 

“Yep, I plan to.” 

“And Kuroo?”

You choke on your water. “Why would you single him out? Of course… because he’s a part of the volleyball boys…” you trail off. 

Your friend props her chin on her palm, expression bored but the corner of her lips twitch. “Uh huh,” she says in obvious disbelief. 

Your inner turmoil is exacerbated when Kenma says to you, the day before Valentines, “despite his looks, he likes sweeter chocolate.” 

“Who?” 

Kenma just gives you a look, waving as he makes his way home. 

The following day, you show up to school, hands full with all the chocolates you made the night before. Each bag is wrapped in an individual baggie with a white ribbon except for one that is wrapped special, in a small box with red ribbon.

For Senpai, obviously. 

Your first stop of the day is your friend. You hand her a bag and she smiles, quickly opening it and popping it in her mouth right in front of you. 

“What do you think?” you ask. 

“Mmmm,” she closes her eyes, savoring the sweet treat. “So sweet. Milk chocolate? Weren’t you going on about how Senpai likes dark chocolate?” 

“I… made different batches.” you lie. You brandish the box with the red ribbon. “Senpai’s was made special.” 

“Still sticking to giving that boring Senpai chocolate, huh?” 

“He is not boring!” 

“Sure, whatever.” She peeks into your bag to look at the array of all the baggies you plan on giving out today. She looks up at the red ribbon box in your hands then back into your bag. “Just that one box? And it’s for Senpai?” 

“... yup.” 

“What was that pause?” 

“What pause?” 

She just rolls her eyes and turns back to her textbook. 

– 

“Did you hear that? It’s for the basketball guy.” Yaku elbows Kuroo’s ribs. 

“Can you stop elbowing me?” 

“That’s not important right now! She’s still going to give that guy chocolate!” 

“I know, I heard,” Kuroo hisses. 

Kai gives Kuroo a pitiful look that ticks him off. “What are you going to do?” 

“What is there to do?” Kuroo replies, keeping his eyes focused on the homework he has on his desk. “I’m going to grab a drink from the vending machines. Be right back.” 

He gets up to walk to the furthest vending machine in the courtyard. Maybe the walk and the winter air from the garden will help him cool his head. 

When he gets back with a can of tea in his hands, Kuroo sees you standing at his desk, where Kai and Yaku are still loitering around before class starts. He watches you hand each of them a bag tied tastefully with white ribbon. He lingers in the shadow of the doorway, watching Yaku and Kai thank you, then you walking back to your desk without leaving a third bag for Kuroo. 

He feels like he could use another walk right then, but the teacher catches him in the doorway and pushes Kuroo into the classroom to start class for the day. 

He makes eye contact with Kai and Yaku, who shake their heads at him, answering his unasked question. 

–

At lunch, Kuroo disappears on his own. He thinks to himself that he just needs the time to cool down, in fear that he’d embarrass himself in front of you by asking where his portion of chocolate is. He would feel bad enough if you just handed him giri-chocolate that you have everyone else. He would die, though, if you said you didn’t prepare him any at all. 

As he sits alone in the rarely frequented stairwell of the west wing of campus, he sighs. 

What does that guy have that he doesn’t anyway? Every conversation Kuroo has overheard between you two has been terribly boring. He gives dry, one-worded answers. He’s not funny nor particularly smart. He’s tall but so is Kuroo? Maybe he’s good at his sport, but Kuroo is taking his team to Nationals. He’s obviously not into you, whereas Kuroo himself? You get the picture. 

Anyway, he doesn’t think it very presumptuous to think of himself as a better match for you. The two of you joke and laugh together. You get along with his closest friends. Despite your sharp tongue, you seem to be comfortable enough around him. He reminisces of the one time you fell asleep on his shoulder on the roof. He had been wide awake and frozen solid, scared that even breathing too loudly would shatter the moment. He would never tell anyone that the photo Yaku had snapped of you drooling against his shoulder was saved in a password-protected folder in his phone. 

He sighs again, all the tension leaving his body as he lets himself feel all the feelings he’s been holding back. A heavy arm rests over his eyes, squeezing them tightly when he feels the sting behind his irises threatening to surface. 

Unable to pull himself together enough to face you in class, he ends up at the infirmary for the rest of the day, citing a headache. The nurse offers one of the beds and Kuroo gladly takes it, napping the afternoon away, a temporary escape from thoughts of you. 

The break is short-lived as he wakes up just in time for the last class of the day. Not even the prospect of his favorite subject, science, can improve his mood as he drags his feet to the lab classroom. He makes his way to Yaku and Kai’s table, not meeting your eyes. His teammates give him questioning looks but say nothing when Kuroo shakes his head and immerses himself in the lesson for the day. 

Class goes by even more quickly than normal and before he knows it, the dreaded time of day has arrived. He packs slowly, hating himself for wanting to eavesdrop on your plans for the rest of the afternoon. 

“So, what’s the plan?” he hears your friend ask you. “Volleyball or basketball?” 

“Not sure,” you reply. “Gotta go, see you tomorrow!” 

Kuroo watches as you hastily grab your things and leave the classroom. He ignores your friend’s prying eyes on him as he walks out after you. 

In the hallway, he spots you speeding away towards the shoe lockers. As he contemplates chasing after you, he hears a call of your name. 

Kuroo watches in mild horror when he finds that the voice belonged to the captain of the basketball team. His eyes stay glued to the boy who approaches you, all charming smiles and grinning snake eyes. The two of you are too far for Kuroo to hear your conversation but he can see your expression morphing into one of bashfulness. 

All his emotions spill over as the scene unfolds right in front of him in slow motion. He watches your hands dig into your pocket, making the motions to pull something out and likely hand it to your senpai. It all happens so quickly, but before he knows it, Kuroo’s grabbing your hand and dragging you away. 

Something - wind? His boiling hot jealousy? - roars in his ears, any protests you let out going right over his head. It’s only when the two of you reach the garden behind the gymnasium that he lets go. 

He freezes, back still turned away from yours.

It hits him then. He drops your hand like a hot potato, almost giving into the overwhelming urge to bury his face in his hands, crouch down so low that he’s buried in the ground. 

“Kuroo?” he hears you call tentatively. 

How was he going to get himself out of this one? 

So he does what he does best with you. 

Cower. 

He turns around, putting two hands behind his head to feign nonchalance. He forces out a laugh and in the lightest voice he could possibly muster at a time like this, he sticks his foot in this mouth. 

“You were gonna give your chocolates to that senpai, huh? You better be glad I interrupted and saved you the embarrassment of getting rejected in front of the entire student body.” 

You blink at him. “Excuse me?” 

“I mean, I really saved that guy back there. Knowing your cooking skills, you might as well have poisoned him-” 

A box thrown at his face interrupts him. He catches it before the fall to the ground, staring at the offending hand that launched the item. He then looks to you, thoughtless as your eyes begin to water. 

“They’re for you, asshole. If you don’t want ‘em so badly, go throw them away for all I care.”

As you turn around and storm off, Kuroo sees one of your hands coming up to rub angrily at your face. 

He gives chase once more today. It’s easy to catch up as he gets in front of you, face craning to look at you, to validate that he’s not going crazy and you’re really crying over him. 

You turn away stubbornly until Kuroo grabs your arms, holding them up in the air to trap you. 

“Let go!” you thrash. 

But it’s easy for Kuroo to keep them still, unusually quiet as he looks and looks until he gets his fill and confirms that he’s not dreaming. 

“They’re for me?” he asks. 

“Yes, you idiot. Do you wanna add deaf to your list of defining characteristics? It can be right up there with moronic, insensitive, stupid-” 

He chuckles; he doesn't even know where it came from, really. 

Relaxing, he lowers your arms back down but keeps his hold. “And are they the ones you made for all your friends? Or are they…” he trails off, staring into your eyes to get his meaning across. 

You cringe, neck shrinking to retract your face into your scarf. Averting your eyes, you mutter, “the second one.” 

He suddenly engulfs you in his arms. The squeeze he gives you forces a little squeal from you. 

“Oh my god,” he rubs his cheek against the top of your head like an overgrown cat. “You’re so cute, I could die.” 

Your cheeks feel hot as you repress the urge to smile. 

Instead, you mumble, “die then.” 

[emmyrosee]

Kuroo Tetsuro was put on this earth to have children.

Before your little twins were even a thought, he’d look longingly at young couples with kids, watching with the most dazed expression. He was always the first to smile at infants, wave at toddlers, and if the accompanying parents seemed to welcome his affections, he’d ask the young children questions.

So, the gods blessed him with twins. And 9 times out of 10, he’s the most thorough father you’ve ever known, and he’s so quick to know which child needs what, when, and why.

Right now, however, is the 1 out of 10. And it’s funny.

“There’s a tiny human at the end of our bed,” he whispers against your head, the raspiness of his voice rumbling against your temple.

“I sincerely hope you mean one of our children.”

Your joke makes Tetsuro laugh, slowly sitting up to peek at the cutest intruder in your doorway.

“Good morning, baby,” he mumbles, thick fingers pressing into his eyes to rub the sleep from them. You smile at your daughter at the foot of your bed, sleepily gazing at your little girl. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good, dadda,” she mumbles around her pacifier.

“Yeah? Where’s your sister?”

“Sleepin’.”

“She’s still sleeping?” He says, yawning softly, an arm wrapping around you to pull you closer. “How come you’re not still sleeping?”

“Bluey!” She squeals excitedly, pointing at the tv in your room.

This, has your husband’s eyes furrowing. His body shifts slightly, and his eyes dart to span over her tiny frame.

“You want to watch Bluey?” He asks, and you cock your brow up at him in confusion for his confusion.

“Uh-huh!” She crawls onto the foot of your bed with a finger extended to the big screen, “Bluey, please?”

“What’s wrong?” You whisper, grabbing the remote and clicking the tv so your tiny child is occupied.

Tetsuro leans over, pulling you close, enough to where his warm breath spans over your face.

“I don’t know which one that is,” he whispers, and you let out a soft snort.

“You really don’t know?”

“I know Hanako likes Bluey, but Hanae’s favorite pair of pj’s is the one that’s being worn right now.”

Your eyes flick back down to the figure at the bottom of your bed, who indeed, is wearing Hanae’s favorite green pajamas (Hanako’s are yellow), but is watching Bluey like no one’s business (Hanae immensely prefers paw patrol).

And in his defense… they are twins.

Looking the same is kind of what they do.

“What about her eyes?” You whisper back. Hanae has eyes like her fathers, while Hanako’s are more akin to yours.

“Couldn’t get a good look, it’s too early!”

“Pacifier color?”

“Baby they switch those regularly, you know better than to ask.”

Chewing on your lip, your eyes shift over your child’s excited eyes watching the tv. It’s true, if they weren’t identical enough, now they have to go and switch the few things that make them different.

“Who are you?” Tetsuro asks to no one, though it does make you giggle.

Then, you smile and slowly sit up, patting your husband’s chest lovingly. “Hey stinky,” you call, and you watch her messy black hair swish as she turns to face you. “Who do you like to hang out with more, uncle ken or uncle ko?”

The tiny human beams around the pacifier in her mouth, “uncle ko! ‘Cause he plays pirates with me in ‘da pool!”

You and tetsuro look at each other and grin.

Hanae.

Hanako was absolutely whipped for her uncle kenma.

“We should see him soon, shouldn’t we?” You ask, watching as Hanae bounces excitedly.

Tetsuro rolls his eyes as he sits up, “not before we see uncle Kenma, he’s already pouty that you like uncle Koutaro more, and I gotta hear about it.”

“Of course she likes him more,” you tease, slipping out of bed to start the day. “Hanae is practically attached to Koutarou’s leg; she told us she was going to marry him one day, remember?

“Gonna marry Uncle Kou one day!” Hanae chirps. “N’ Hanako’s gonna marry Uncle Kenma, ‘nd we’re all gonna marry Uncle Kei, and-“

“Do not do this to me so early,” Tetsuro groans, patting the bed for the little girl to snuggle with him. She does, with a happy little noise and a quick scurry close to him, and you can only watch with a smile as they watch Bluey together in the rays of the sun before shuffling off to make breakfast.

[forusomimiya]

HQ captains reacting to you walking semi-naked with his team jersey

𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘛𝘦𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘰, 𝘚𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪, 𝘒𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰 𝘉𝘰𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘸/ 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (all of them timeskip!) 𝘊𝘞: 𝘛𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 (?) 𝘈.𝘕.: 𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 ‘𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 4 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 🦅🐍👑😜

𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 Despite no longer being involved in the world of volleyball, Kuroo still keeps his uniform as if it were a treasure. That uniform is not just a simple piece of clothing, in that uniform there are memories, family, victories… and he keeps it as his most precious object.

So precious that, when you get home and see that you have nothing to wear, you decide to surprise him by wearing it. And that's how you get it when he comes home after a long day at work.

"Oh wow" he says looking at you as he sets his keys in the foyer and his briefcase on the floor. "You look so pretty".

"Ya think?" You pinch the bottom of your shirt and stretch it out as if it were a dress, twirling on yourself. He gives you a smirk, examining your bare legs.

"Yep, just ´cause you're the one wearing it" he walks to the couch and once seated, sighs tiredly, turning to look at you. You know something has gone through his head. A couple of pats on the couch urge you to sit next to him, but you prefer to climb into his lap and entwine your fingers behind the back of his neck. His hands soon wrap around your waist.

"Thank you for the compliment" so innocent, you deposit a kiss on the tip of his nose.

"You're welcome, though…I think you'd look better without it" his hands come in direct contact with your skin, running up your ribs before coming to brush the sides of your tits, up your neck with his lips.

"Oh yeah?" you ask wryly. "Then you'll have to take it me off if you want to enjoy the view" you have plenty of time to jump up from the couch and rush out to his office, to wait for a smiling Kuroo to come through the door while along the way he undoes a couple of buttons on his shirt and rolls up his sleeves. A fucking sexy businessman.

Only 15 minutes later he had you begging, lying on the cold table, making a mess of your ass while he teased your pussy with his fingers, whimpering in pain and pleasure as you swooned listening to all the compliments he had in store for you since he saw you with his shirt on.

𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 "Daichiii…" you call from across the hall, peeking your head around the door frame, watching your husband cook. Daichi turns slightly but ignores you. "I can't see you now honey, come and show me" so you walked tiptoe to his side, where you wait for him to turn to look at you, leaning on the kitchen counter. He gives you a sidelong glance and when he notices what you're wearing, he completely disregards his task. "What a surprise" he laughs. "Where did ya get it?" "It was stored in one of those old boxes in the storage room" Daichi disappears, only his gaze is left riveted on you, licking his lip unconsciously under lewd thoughts. "Earth calling Daichi, are you listening to me?" you ask snapping your fingers in front of his face. The only movement he makes is to touch a button on the plate, the one you can assume makes the fire go out, before you see yourself lifted into his arms, walking with you to the bedroom, where he drops you on the bed and lets you know his thoughts as he goes to the closet and rummages through the drawers. "Oh… I know what you want to play at" "Oh yeah?" he asks undoing his shirt and exposing his toned abs. You can't help but think he's going to give you a striptease right there, because that's how all the strippers in the movies start, bare-chested and in dark jeans. But your world falls apart when from behind his pants pocket he pulls out his work handcuffs. "I'll bet by your expression it wasn't what you imagined" A groan escapes you as he takes both wrists, raising them high above your head, positioning himself behind your legs, which are you don't know how, raised. This was the fucking Daichi you married. "If your intention was to turn me on, it worked. Now be a good girl, or..." whip your ass in warning "I don't promise to be a good cop".

𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 "Where do you want to go for lunch tomorrow?" as if it were nothing, you stroll semi-naked in front of your boyfriend, who had long since stopped paying attention to the book in his hands, forcing him to look at you, no, to analyze you as you paced back and forth across the room. "Kotaro" you call him, scowling. "I'm sorry honey, I was so stunned looking at you I think I cum in my pants." "KOTARO!" but your temper soon deflates and you burst out laughing. "I'm kidding, it looks really good on you, better than me" you blush and steal a kiss for the compliment. "Do you think I would have made a good captain?" "I don't think you're good at that whole leadership and taking control thing" your shocked face makes him chew and swallow his words back. "I said I think!" "Well, since you've questioned it, I think it's a good time to show you that I can do it" Bokuto proclaims victoriously when his provocation towards you makes him manage to get you on top of him, unable to help but smile at the sight of your tits moving easily under his shirt. All he needs to do is lick his lips. "Let's be honest. If you're going to fuck me, let me at least take those tits honey. I can't stop drooling thinking about them" you can't say no to him, because one of the good things about Bokuto in sex, is that just by sucking your tits, he would make you cum time after time. "Well… Let me see those pretty lips wrapped around them then" just one command and Bokuto would already be under your shirt sucking your tits, with a noticeable erection that you would soon take between your hands, milking him.