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he's finally here 😭😭😭😭

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First art in this year

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“it’s too damn cold,” atsumu grumbled, pulling his coat tighter around him as the breeze kicked up.

as the gentle flurries blew with the winter wind, atsumu found himself more and more frustrated with the snowy season. why’s winter so cold and dry? running in this weather is a bitch. it ain’t worth anything, only giving him nosebleeds and—

“‘tsumu!” you gasped, your smile so big it could split your face in two, and you pointed to his eye. there laid a perfectly shaped snowflake right on his lashes, and you pleaded, “lemme take a picture!”

“no.”

you frowned with your best puppy eyes (that he’s never quite strong enough to withstand).

and of course, you whipped out your phone as soon as he grumbled a lovingly annoyed ‘fine’, and you stood on your tip toes to get that perfect angle. with you standing so close, atsumu noticed your tongue peeking out from your lip when you concentrated real hard on—

suddenly, you quickly flipped the camera and leaned into his side, smiling for an onslaught of photos with him. "say 'it's snowing!'"

scrolling through the photos, you whispered out a quiet, "you look so stupid here," with occasional snorts of laughter as you showed him the results—some candid, some... more than unflattering.

as atsumu stares at the pictures, though, all he found himself focusing on was your smile, much more enchanting than the soft, white blanket that surrounds them. your hair, with the little snowflakes, so perfect and unique in shape, clinging to it. your eyes, his favorite color. and—oh God wait, is that a little snowflake on your nose?—

so with reddening, snow-flushed cheeks, atsumu whispered, “maybe winter ain’t so bad.”

a/n: yeah yeah i pulled this one out of my ass because IT’S SNOWING AND IT NEVER SNOWS WHERE I LIVE–i've gotten two days off from classes and i am living for it

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you've never told kita your favorite flowers.

and yet here they were, another couple of them in a little vase—your favorite vase—on the kitchen counter, like always. you stared at the blooming buds, as if they were taunting you, your mind struggling to remember if you’d ever even mentioned them your fiancé.

your thoughts were quickly interrupted upon the familiar crunch, crunch, crunch of the grass beneath the footsteps of a familiar gait. shinsuke walked in through the back, so beautiful and so sweaty after taking his boots off on the porch.

“evenin’, sweetheart,” he greeted with his same gentle smile, coming to give you a quick kiss on the forehead. you hummed with a soft smile as he went straight to the sink to wash his hands.

“you smell,” you teased, earning a little laugh from your love.

“do i?” he asked with a knowing look, “thought i’d smell like peaches and wildflowers.”

apparently, your greeting smile and little joke was not enough to hide the serious brainpower you were using to try and figure out when the hell—

“i sense that brain workin’,” kita commented as he scrubbed and dried his hands, his voice gentle, “what’cha thinkin’ about?”

“when did I ever tell you my favorite flower?” you blurted out before actually thinking, and you inwardly cringed, sounding like some petulant little kid.

real smooth.

kita’s brows furrowed slightly in confusion at her question, looking to the vase in the kitchen. “i mean, i knew ya liked flowers ‘cause we always walk past that one florist in town when we’re out... but your eyes light up just a lil’ bit more when he’s got these in the window.”

your cheeks turn hot, not realizing he noticed things like that. clearing your throat, you awkwardly mumble, “didn’t know i had a stalker on my hands.”

kita couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, the rich, low laugh still making your heart race and the butterflies in your tummy flutter. “yer the one who said yes to marryin’ me, sweetheart,” he said with a slightly crooked grin, coming over to rest his hands on the curve of your waist, “it ain’t creepin’—i just pay attention.”

a/n: I AM ALIVE!! i was in the TRENCHES with my classes last semester (irls know the pain), but i am back (i think)!

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[oikawa] two sides

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iwaizumi knows it's never a good sign when he hears the snickering of his former teammates. he should've figured they were up to something when they tried every trick in the book to distract him into blindly following them to an undisclosed location. he belatedly realizes their scheming as he stands with you in the archway underneath the conveniently placed mistletoe dangling above.

you look up at the small plant and then at iwaizumi. "i knew there was something fishy when oikawa told me that you needed help tying your shoelaces and that you absolutely couldn't leave your spot."

curse these stupid christmas traditions, iwaizumi thinks. yet there's nothing he wants to do more than kiss you.

his eyes are glued to a particularly interesting spot on the wall, and his ears are as red as the berries adorning the mistletoe. how cute.

"are you sure? we don't have to do this—"

iwaizumi is interrupted by your lips against his own. the sweetness of the kiss nearly sends him into overdrive as he tastes eggnog and peppermint flavored chapstick. it's intoxicating—the way he loses his breath to you has him weak in the knees. he holds you with just enough pressure to confirm that he isn't dreaming but light enough to conceal his thinly veiled desperation.

when you pull away, iwaizumi's face is flushed, and you can only assume yours is too judging by the heat in your cheeks. he fidgets with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, a rare nervous habit of his, before speaking.

"i'd like to kiss you again," he says slowly once he regains the ability to form sentences. "without the mistletoe.. or the audience."

iwaizumi glares at his former teammates peeking around the corner, and they quickly scurry away but not before sending him some exaggerated winks and loud whistles.

you smile sweetly at him and his heart lurches in his chest. "i'd love that."

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the instant the temperatures begin to drop, it's a signal to atsumu to prepare himself for the months ahead. not because he doesn't fare well in cold weather—atsumu tends to run hot, but you? all the layers of clothing and blankets couldn't prevent the frigid winter air from nipping at you.

atsumu likes to complain about being your personal heater, but you can't help it if your fingers and toes are still freezing even after putting on snug mittens or fuzzy socks.

"yer feet are like ice blocks," he grumbles when your cold extremities brush against his legs. the heat radiating off of him is a warmly welcomed respite from the chilly outside world.

"i can't help it, 'tsumu. winter has a personal vendetta against me apparently."

despite his whining, he does nothing to stop you from tangling your legs with his. or snaking your hands underneath his shirt. or hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

your teeth chatter involuntarily even as you're buried beneath two quilts and a comforter, and atsumu is overcome by a wave of protectiveness, securing his arms firmly around your shivering form.

he pretends to be disgruntled, but affection seeps through his words. "are ya happy?"

snuggling closer to him, you hum contentedly, and he feels your smile against his skin. the light touch of your fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on his bare back sends tingles down his spine like stray sparks from a bonfire.

he'll never admit it but atsumu is secretly happy to be your hearth. because even though it may be cold outside, when you're holding him close, how can he deny the swelling warmth in his heart?

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❝ A team is a complicated thing, you have to mesh your strengths together so that you act like a single, cohesive unit. It’s asking a lot. It’s not really a ‘the nail that sticks out must be hammered in’ kind of issue. It’s more like the moment you can feel the teamwork really click in place will probably feel a million times better than you could ever imagine. ❞

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happy lil guy

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Meow

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happy birthday kurooooo!! our favourite overworked guy 🥰

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It seems like they are discussing someone

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kuroo has always been a bit of a prankster, pulling harmless jokes on his friends to get a kick out of their reactions. it's his unique way of showing love. what he didn't realize was that you could match his energy.

"happy birthday, tetsu!" you exclaim. "time to make a wish."

inhaling deeply, he blows at the candle in one strong gust. but when he opens his eyes, the flame is still there.

"what? i thought i.." kuroo trails off and tries again unsuccessfully.

you watch in amusement as a look of confusion settles on his features. little does he know you bought a trick candle for his cake, one that would relight itself no matter how hard he tried to blow.

kuroo is no fool, and he catches on quickly after the second attempt when the flame still persists.

"i can't believe you'd betray me like this," he gasps, feigning shock. "a trick candle? really?"

"it's a symbol of my undying love for you," you profess dramatically though you can hardly keep a straight face.

"hmm then why don't you prove it? i think i deserve compensation for the mental distress you've put me through."

he leans in for a kiss only to be met with a generous dollop of frosting planted on his nose.

"i'm gonna remember what you did," kuroo warns jokingly as you're doubled over in a fit of giggles. "you won't be laughing when it's time for your birthday."

"oh come on, someone's gotta give you payback for all the pranks you've pulled."

before you can react, he smears some frosting on your cheek, and you shriek in surprise. sounds of mirth echo through the kitchen as you chase each other around, cake and candle long abandoned. when kuroo finally captures you and you're catching your breath in his arms, he can't imagine a better way to spend his birthday.

a/n: happy birthday kuroo 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

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"Now, it's time for our reward."

HAIKYUU!! THE DUMPSTER BATTLE (2024) dir. Susumu Mitsunaka