Hello everyone! I am really sorry for neglecting this blog and for forgetting to check my inbox - work caught up with me and I was off the computer for quite a long time.
I have just posted all the remaining works I have received over the past week or so; hope everyone enjoys them! Once again, thank you all so, so much for participating. I hope that you enjoyed writing your pieces!! <333 Have a nice day ahead!
(P.S. I can always be contacted at @spained-ankle :D)
From @chaos-toxin for @a-spoonfulofsuga - Mun is really really sorry this was posted so late; I was caught up with work and forgot to check my inbox :(
Note: I loved all of the prompts and I’ll probably write them later but for now here’s this, which I had fun with when I wasn’t panicking over how hard writing is.
Pairing chosen: DaiSuga
Prompt chosen: Person A somehow loses their sight for a day and finally realises what a nice voice Person B has.
Koushi woke up that Tuesday and realised several things at once; first, that he was running very, very late; second, he definitely had not gotten enough sleep; and third, he’d completely forgotten to do something important, but he couldn’t remember what it was. Also, Daichi still wasn’t home, which meant he was being overworked again and wouldn’t be back before Koushi left.
As much as he wanted to give up and try again tomorrow, he couldn’t afford to miss work, not if he wanted to eat and afford rent at the same time. So he rolled out of bed, overestimated the drop and landed on his face; tried to take a quick shower to wake himself up and found that the water was stone cold, and forgot his phone halfway down the stairs and had to run back into the apartment for it. The only good thing to happen that day was that he narrowly avoided missing his train. He even managed to get a seat that let him look out the window without making awkward eye contact with someone across the aisle, and he hadn’t forgotten his headphones, which made him wonder if maybe the past hour had just been an unusual bout of bad luck.
The rest of the morning was almost pleasant, considering he’d woken up alone and almost broken his nose getting up. He got to work on time and it was early enough that the people shuffling in for coffee hadn’t worked up enough energy to be their true, spiteful selves yet. He even got a few smiles in return which was rare even on a good day. Eventually, he forgot the pain in his back and shoulders from the day before and fell into his work, taking orders, trying to do ten different things simultaneously while pretending he was perfectly calm, making drinks on autopilot. Koushi was fine with the rest of his life being a mess if he at least had eight hours where the only thing he had to worry about was dropping change on the floor or getting venomous glares from middle aged people with better jobs and a vicious sense of entitlement.
But then the lunch rush hit, and Koushi had to admit that he was a little nervous because they’d just hired a new kid (they kept saying was old enough to work there but who looked like he was still in middle school) who was perfectly lovely but always panicked when it came to unfamiliar situations. Around lunchtime Koushi casually switched from taking orders to making them; it made life a lot easier, and he liked seeing the wave of relief that swept over the new ones when it turned out that they didn’t have to try and make three different frappuccinos at once while someone was howling in their ear at the drive through.
Yet somehow, in the time it took Koushi to finish prepping for lunch, the kid had ended up making the first drink of the lunch hour. And before Koushi could take over, there was already another order in the queue that had to be taken care of, he hadn’t finished restocking the cakes in the display and if he took the time to switch, they’d be behind on orders for the next two hours because everyone in the city apparently liked to all get their coffee at the exact same time.
It went a lot better than he anticipated, honestly, and although the kid was obviously nervous, he was fast, didn’t panic when handed an order he’d never made before, and could follow directions from everyone else if he needed them. Koushi was starting to think that he’d underestimated the kid and needed to apologise when the crowd died down, when he caught the eye of a woman the kid had just served and knew immediately knew that there was a problem.
“This one isn’t good enough,” she said, slamming her drink back on the counter with a frown so deep it almost made her lips disappear. Koushi had seen her out the corner of his eye while he was helping another customer. She hadn’t taken a single sip yet.
“I’m so sorry,” Koushi lied and plastered his best Customer Service smile on his face like he wasn’t already sweating through his apron. “We can remake it if you like.” He carefully ignored the glares he got from the people still waiting in line.
The woman huffed, pushed her untouched drink across the counter, and folded her arms. “I told you exactly how much foam I wanted in this, and I expect that much. I don’t get this kind of treatment from my usual place.”
Koushi apologised again, shoved the cup into the first hands he could find behind him, gave them a look that he hoped made them understand how desperate he was to get the woman out of here before she started screaming about lawsuits, and turned back to the disgruntled line in front of the register.
Two customers in, the woman was even angrier.
“This one is fine,” she was telling Kuroo, who didn’t even have the energy left to look anything other than bored, “but this one is a complete mess. I’m not wasting my money on this. I ordered two drinks that are exactly alike. I didn’t pay you to give me something this disgusting.”
Koushi wanted to butt in and let her know that technically, she wasn’t paying them much at all, but he was in the middle of trying to figure out why a customer’s credit card refused to go through the reader. The machine kept beeping and he prayed it wasn’t broken again.
“…and I don’t want him making it either,” she continued, and Koushi looked up just as she was jabbing her finger in the kid’s direction. He blushed all the way up to his violent red hair and Koushi hated the woman even more than he already did. “I don’t know why you’re hiring children to make my coffee now, this is absolutely ridiculous. I don’t know what the world is coming to…”
At this point, everyone had tuned out of her tirade except for the kid, who was still blushing and now fumbling with the lid of a drink he was trying to make. Koushi felt for him, he really did, but he didn’t have time to even throw him a sympathetic look when he was juggling drive-through orders at the same time. Koushi was sure that if he - wasn’t his name Hinata?- made it through today, he’d be the best barista the store had had in months, especially considering their high turnover of stressed college students, high schoolers who didn’t really understand the concept of financial responsibility, people who’d been working there for too long like him-
And in between thinking this and turning back for the next order, he felt something very hot and very painful hit him full in the face.
He barely had time to process it, because suddenly everyone was around him at once but he couldn’t see any of them, Hinata was apologising so hard and fast he was slurring words together and Koushi was trying to tell him that it was all right even though he had his eyes squeezed shut and was trying to ignore the pain long enough to tell someone to call a god damn ambulance.
He didn’t have time to be afraid, not when he was suddenly hyper-aware of every noise around him, every pair of eyes that he couldn’t see, openly staring at him and his burned face, every part of exposed skin that the coffee had burned, the hospital expenses he could barely afford to pay, the fact that he’d forgotten to pay his phone bill last night-
“Kuroo,” he said, flailing his arms out and hitting someone too short to be Kuroo. “Kuroo, I need- where’s the store phone? I need to call-”
“Suga, you just got blinded by coffee, who in the name of God could you have to call right now?” Kuroo said, his voice higher and so much more strained that Koushi had ever heard it. He was yelling. There was a panicked murmur in the background and Kuroo was yelling.
“I just- I need to call and say I’m okay, I forgot to pay for my phone- I mean, the bill- I just need to tell him-” He wasn’t making any sense, he was in so much pain and he was starting to hyperventilate, he was trying to get out of the chair they’d forced him into but he kept overbalancing and falling back into his seat but he had to get up, he had to call Daichi because he needed him-
“I’ll call him, okay?” Kuroo said, catching Koushi’s hands and squeezing them. “Don’t worry about that. Keep your head back and that cloth on your face until the ambulance gets here. Worry about yourself for once.”
Koushi opened his mouth to argue but he was cut off by the ambulance arriving, loudly and with enough lights that he could see them through his tender eyelids and under the damp cloth over his face. Or maybe he imagined the lights. Kuroo told him later that there hadn’t been any lights.
Koushi let himself drift off after that, because it was easier than being fully awake and in pain and worrying about how concerned Daichi would be when he found out and what if Koushi was blind forever now because he hadn’t been careful enough, what if Hinata was hurt and he’d never asked, what if the customer had been hit? Koushi hadn’t even asked if they were okay-
“Easy.” There was a female voice now, soothing over the sound of ambulance rattling around him as it raced back to the hospital. “Just breathe and don’t panic. You’re going to be fine.”
“Fine,” Koushi repeated, “I’ll be fine.” And then he was gone.
***
It was too dark to see anything.
It was so strange. He couldn’t remember falling asleep, but he knew he couldn’t have gone to bed late enough that it’d be this dark already. Plus, there was always a little light coming through the window in their room even at night, so this absolute darkness didn’t make any sense. He was too tired to lift his hands, too tired even lift his own eyelids…
“Suga?”
Koushi froze. He definitely knew that voice, but it was different somehow. It didn’t sound right in the room they were in, almost as if there was too much space for the sound to move around in.
“Suga?” the voice said again, and a hand slipped into his. “Can you hear me?”
Koushi’s lips were so dry that he had to force them apart. When he spoke, it was with a voice that was still hoarse with tiredness. “Where am I?”
“The hospital,” Daichi said softly. There was a screech as he shifted closer. “You got burned at work, do you remember that?”
Koushi’s hand began to shake, and Daichi squeezed tighter. “I’m right here, sweetheart,” Daichi soothed, and the bed dipped as he moved to sit on the edge of the mattress. “You’re okay.”
“My eyes…” he tried to say, but he was panicking again and couldn’t get the words out.
“It’s not permanent,” Daichi said, rubbing circles into the back of Koushi’s hand. “It’s mostly your eyelids that got hurt and the bandages are more of a precaution than anything else but your sight will be fine. So don’t worry.”
He nodded, but he still had other questions. Daichi understood.
“Everyone’s fine,” he continued, “Kuroo called me. There was someone…Hinata, I think? I think he feels worse about this than you do. At least, that’s what I got over the phone. But you could always find him later and talk to him if you want.” His fingers rasped over the bandages across Koushi’s eyes as he pushed his hair away from his forehead. “But right now I need you to relax and only think about getting better.”
Koushi opened his mouth and managed to rasp something very feeble, something that sounded a lot like ‘No’.
“Let me take care of you,” Daichi said, in the kind of voice that Koushi knew he wouldn’t be able to argue with easily even if he was in better condition. So he let himself get taken care of, as much as it made him uncomfortable. At least his hospital stay didn’t last very long at all - his other burns were minor and since he had Daichi, the doctor felt better about letting him go home. It was weird, trying to understand what was happening when he couldn’t see any of it, getting distracted by other sounds he’d never heard before, people’s voices, traffic, machine noises. Relying on Daichi felt weird too. He didn’t want to be a burden.
No matter how many times Daichi told him not to panic, that he was there and holding on to him, and no matter how many times Koushi squeezed Daichi’s arm, he couldn’t relax. Part of it was not being able to see, but he really did trust Daichi so it wasn’t that much of a problem. Most of it was that Koushi had always had an issue relying on people even when he really, desperately needed help. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be taken care of but that he still had trouble coming to terms with the fact that someone wanted to take care of him without expecting anything in return. Sometimes, he unintentionally hurt Daichi’s feelings and that always made him feel worse.
“I’m sorry,” Koushi whispered. They were on the train then, Koushi’s arm hooked around Daichi’s elbow. He was wearing Daichi’s sweatshirt with the hood pulled up, and he’d stopped shivering a while ago. There was someone having an obnoxiously loud conversation on their phone so he didn’t think Daichi would hear. That was kind of the point.
But Daichi sighed, a little frustratedly. “Suga, there’s nothing to apologise for. It’s not like I’m forced to do this.”
“I know,” Koushi whimpered, feeling worse for irritating Daichi, for being annoying, for not being able to help the fact that he kept needing to apologise.
Daichi didn’t say anything after that, and Koushi didn’t know how to interpret the silence when he couldn’t see Daichi’s face. And since he was still wracked with guilt, the longer Daichi stayed silent, the more Koushi panicked, the louder the jostling of the train sounded, the more it seemed like the woman on the phone seemed to be laughing more at him than at the listener on the other end of her call, the more it felt as if the other eyes in the carriage and the passengers they picked up at each stop were glaring at him for daring to be there with his hideously bandaged face-
The train stopped and Koushi jumped even though the stop wasn’t particularly sudden. Every movement he made felt too big and loud and out of place and he was trying so hard not to panic right there on the train in front of everyone. Daichi caught his hand before they got separated but as soon as they’d stepped onto the platform, Koushi let go and held onto the back of Daichi’s shirt. He felt like a child then, tugging on the back of Daichi’s shirt, but this way he could hide his face and panic in peace. No one was looking at him, he tried to convince himself. No one had even noticed that he was there.
The walk home from the train station felt three hours longer than it ever had been before. At points, even without being able to see, he could tell where they were by the way the road curved and which turns they took, but he still felt lost and tired and afraid. They were overtaken by people on bicycles and a car or two, but for the most part they were alone. He focused on the sound of their feet and their breathing, steady from months of practice walking the same long, steep roads.
By the time Daichi was unlocking their front door, Koushi was practically vibrating with nerves. He hadn’t realised until now how much his faux confidence relied on him being able to actually see his surroundings, just how much he hated not being able to fend for himself, how loud the world was, how much it stank of perfume and powder and stale sweat, stress and greasy food, the click of heels on pavement, the chill of the breeze in summer, the gravel through worn shoes, the dead silence that formed a wide, gaping black hole between him and Daichi-
“Koushi.”
Koushi’s thoughts stuttered but didn’t quite stop- he couldn’t remember walking inside or closing the door behind them or anything between the keys and the lock and stumbling over the lip of the door and Daichi’s hands on either side of his face-
Daichi pressed his lips at the corner of Koushi’s mouth, gently, as if Koushi were only spun glass and dust.
“We’re home,” Daichi murmured, low and soothing and close enough that Koushi could feel Daichi’s lips move against his mouth. “Breathe.”
He still felt like all his air was caught in his chest somewhere but he still slowly brought his arms around Daichi’s waist and tried to focus on the kisses Daichi left along his jaw, slow and soft and so careful, like he had all the time in the world and nothing was more important. When Daichi reached his ear, he told Koushi that he loved him.
Koushi let himself be led to their bedroom and patiently sat on the edge of the bed while Daichi helped him undress and change into a soft t-shirt and pants. As he searched around for the edge of the blanket so he could pull them over his head, he was a little surprised to find Daichi’s hands already there, climbing into bed next to him, and then realised it was because it had been far too long since they’d gone to bed at the same time. Weeks, maybe. Probably months.
“I’ve missed you,” Daichi said and maybe he slipped his hand around Koushi’s waist but he wasn’t paying attention. “I feel like I haven’t…seen you.” He paused. “I hate it.”
“Me too,” Koushi agreed. His hand was caught somewhere in the sheets and it was frustrating him. “Do you think one day it’ll be worth it? All the stress and not being able to see each other and…getting spit on by angry middle aged women with lattes and better jobs?”
Daichi laughed then and Koushi fell in love with him all over again, so hard and fast that it hurt. It was the first good sort of pain that day.
“Maybe,” Daichi said. Koushi’s hand was travelling up his shoulder now. “I hope so.”
Didn’t you have work today?” Koushi asked, but he sounded a lot less concerned than he was trying to be.
“I told them it was an emergency,” he said. Koushi’s hand was travelling along his jaw now. Close. “Which it is,” he said, before they could get into an argument. “Getting carried off in an ambulance counts as an emergency.”
“Is it?” Koushi said absently. There. His fingers rested on Daichi’s mouth now, so his fingertips tingled when Daichi spoke.
“Of course it is,” Daichi said, exasperated. He went on for a while, talking about how Koushi needed to worry about himself more, that he was important and needed to maybe be a little more selfish if that’s what it took, and how was he supposed to relax if he couldn’t trust Koushi to take care of himself? And maybe there was something about how he could afford to take a break sometimes but Koushi never let him finish because he’d pressed his lips against Daichi’s with far more force than he ever had before.
Koushi had expected him to be at least a little more shocked about being interrupted mid-sentence but a split-second later Daichi’s hands had tightened around his waist and he was kissing back, hot and open-mouthed and desperate. Koushi carded his hands through Daichi’s hair, hooked his leg over Daichi’s waist and moaned into his mouth, unintentionally bucking his hips as Daichi licked into his mouth, over his tongue, bit down on his lip and pulled; and soon it was nothing more than heat and sweat and frantic breathing, until they both had to stop because they couldn’t breathe..
It had lasted all of five minutes and definitely wasn’t the way he’d wanted it to happen after so long but for once, Koushi didn’t feel guilty. Maybe it was because it was with someone who already how much he really cared about them, beyond clumsy, high school skin contact. Or maybe it was too close afterwards to tell.
“I missed you,” Daichi sighed again, relieved and tired and hoarse and exactly how Koushi felt. It was a satisfied kind of sigh now, relaxed and finally calm. Koushi loved him this way.
“I missed you too,” Koushi whispered. He tucked his head under Daichi’s chin, huddled closer into his heat and wished - not for the first time - that it could always be like this.
From @novelexperiences for @whattaurl - I am really sorry for uploading this late; I was caught up with schoolwork and forgot to check my inbox! But here you go <3
It’s been like, a week since V-day. I’m so sos os ssosososo sorry!! It was a ton of fun writing though, I really hope you like it at least a little bit ;-; ALSO, YOUR FIC WAS LOVELY
Pairing: low-key KenHina, ft. ace/aro Kags
Prompt:
A group of friends decide to play a game of truth or dare. Is it a good idea? Maybe not, especially since Person A dares Person B to play 7 Minutes in Heaven. (bonus: afterwards, person B asks person A the truth question “do you have feelings for me?”)
///Maybe it was the milk///
Maybe it was the milk. Lately, Kageyama had been feeling a little sick – his stomach turned sometimes in the middle of math class and he was feeling a little unsteady on his feet.
He kicked a pebble off a road and kept walking on his path home. The sun was really too bright.
He shoved his hands in his sports jacket and felt around for his phone. Maybe he could ask his mom…?
No, she was still at work. Kageyama squinted at the road in front of him. The sun was reflecting off mailboxes and neighbors’ windows, shooting into his eyes and probably burning his cornea. Or whatever. He wasn’t the best with science stuff.
Did he know anybody who was? Tsukishima liked dinosaurs and stars and stuff, but did that mean he was good at science? Kageyama didn’t know Tsukki’s grades in anything except for Japanese and English (they were higher than his). If a person was good at English, did that mean that they were probably good at science?
He squeezed his eyes shut and furiously ran his hands through his hair. He caught his reflection off a window as he walked by and his frown grew deeper. Who cared about brushed hair? Who cared about brushes? Who cared about hair?! He sure didn’t. He cared about the sun in his eyes and his stomach turning and his dumb teammate and his mom who was busy from 9-6 on Tuesdays and Thursdays and he cared that today was Thursday and right now it was 5:35.
He went back to kicking pebbles.
The sun dropped a little further and Kageyama’s brow grew a little smoother. He cared about all of his teammates, whether they were dumb or not. Tsukki was difficult and rude and liked to provoke people for no reason. In movies and TV shows, when people who were better than you at something tried to provoke you, they were usually trying to teach you something.
Tsukki was taller and smarter than him, but every time an antagonizing word dropped from his mouth (approximately every time he opened his mouth) he did nothing but make fun of him. He did it to everyone, not just Tobio. He never stopped calling him and Hinata childish idiots.
Kageyama knew he wasn’t the most mature guy in Miyagi, but there was no need to be so abrasive. He didn’t know how Yamaguch—
It was Yamaguchi!
He was the science guy! At least, that’s what Kageyama figured when he asked him after practice whether or not he was lactose intolerant. When Kageyama had answered that he was and went back to sipping from his lunchtime milk box, Yamaguchi had looked slightly horrified.
Not in a particularly bad way, but he looked worried. Concerned, even. Anxious. But Yamaguchi was always anxious. Lactose intolerance wasn’t such a big deal if you handled your milk intake appropriately - his doctor said so.
Kageyama pulled his keys from his bag’s side pocket, sliding in and shuffling his shoes off. He dropped his bag off by the stairs and made his way to the kitchen. The house was quiet save for the sounds of the heating system underneath the walls and the knocking of the blind draw and the fan by the windowsill.
It was hot.
Kageyama sneezed.
And dusty.
He wished he could play volleyball right then and there. He always wishes he could whenever and wherever. His mom (it was 5:45), tried to get him to try other things. Things like taking up piano or baseball or swimming or watching TV or something that wasn’t volleyball. She tried to make him more friends and gave him dating tips.
Kageyama cared about a lot of things and he cared about a lot of people but he didn’t love anything that wasn’t volleyball and his family. If you already knew what you loved, why tinker around with anything else?
He’s got friends, friends who like volleyball and help him with his homework. Friends who know a lot about dinosaurs and lactose and friends who are as bright as sunlight reflecting off neighbors’ mirrored doors.
His phone beeped from the side of his bag, the screen illuminating it from the inside. Kageyama slowly made his way over, yawning and blinking tears away from his eyes.
He rubbed them while thumbing in his passcode. It really was dusty. Did his parents have time to dust the house? Should he be doing that? He wished he was playing volleyball.
He read the message as he made his way back to his kitchen.
From: hinata-dumbass
Message: hi kageyama!! Me and tsukki and yamaguchi are gonna hang out cuz yamagucci’s mom got him 2 elephant tons of meat buns and stuff
“Elephant tons…?” Kageyama squinted at his screen. “Is Hinata a science person?”
From hinata-dumbass
Message: oh! And also money!!! Can you believe that! My mom would only leave me money to go buy groceries or something lame Yamagachi’s mom wants him to buy stuff for his friends!!!
A person who couldn’t spell Yamaguchi consistently is probably a person who doesn’t know what lactose is either.
From: hinata-dumbass
Message: anyway I’m his friend and he ‘s your friend so you should eat meat buns and spend money with us too
From: hinata-dumbass
Message: where rr you? If ur at home, then stya there! We can come to you! Your house is really easy to find anyway
From: hinata-dumbass
Message: anyway, I’ll bring milk.
Kageyama cared about friends that buy him milk and invite themselves over and friends who have moms that give them money and meat buns and think that Kageyama is their friend.
His stomach rumbled and his face crumpled. If he had to say he loved anyone, it would probably be Yamaguchi. Yamaguchi would be feeding him with meat buns and bringing a Hinata-dumbass who would give him milk because they’re friends.
He laid his head down to cool on the marble countertop. It was 5:56.
He cared about his mom coming home and his friends coming over and Hinata’s terrible typing skills.
The mustiness and dustiness enveloped his head, languidly sending him off to slumber. Within the next few minutes, Kageyama-san walked in to the home she shared with her husband and son. She slipped her work heels off with a clatter net to Tobio’s sneakers by the door. She lightened her footsteps when she saw her son’s head nested against his arms on the kitchen countertop.
She smiled and shifted her hand through his hair. She needed to buy him a comb. A ‘bing!’ had her give a gasp, hands coming up defensively on top of Tobio’s head. His cellphone gave another rattle and she sighed, picking it up to read the message.
From: hinata-dumbass
Message: we’re here bakageyama!!!
“Hm?” Her lips pursed. Kageyama invited friends over? She smiled, it wasn’t like him to invite people over without first asking her for permission. She gave his shoulder a nudge and watched him shudder awake.
“Tobio-kun?”
“M-mom?”
“’hinata-dumbass’ is at the door.”
She smirked, watching him grow increasingly flustered. “Don’t worry about permission. Hinata-dumbass-kun is waiting for you.” She winked at him and made her way upstairs, stretching out her back and grabbing an apple on the way.
She smiled to herself as she climbed the carpeted stairs. She knew that her son wasn’t one for serious attachment. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t make friends – he’s always had a solid group of kids who admired his natural athletic skills. She didn’t know if it was a mental thing, but Tobio never felt inclined to go so far as to invite people over. She had worried for a time about girlfriends then figured the problem might be boyfriends.
After a few years, she figured that if he ever had any interests of the sort, he’d tell her. She made her way to her office, closing the door behind her after hearing chattering and scuffling from below. She let out a breath in exasperation – she recognized the voices of Tobio’s volleyball team drifting up.
“That boy lives and breathes volleyball…” she shook her head, “wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up building a shrine for Giant Shiny Volleyball-Sama sooner than confessing to a girl…”
Downstairs, Hinata had barged in through the front door, Yamaguchi, Tsukishima and Kenma following close behind. Kageyama looked in from the kitchen entryway, quickly making his way over to greet them.
Hinata haphazardly threw off his shoes by the Kagayemas’ shoes and scuttled off to the kitchen.
“Wow! You have an awesome house, Bakageyama! Is that fireplace? Why do you have a fireplace? This place is so Western.”
“Shut up, dumbass.”
“Wait, but why? Oooh, nice kitchen! Is one of your parents foreign, like Lev? Hey Kenma! Do you know if Lev’s house is Western?”
“I don’t know. Why would I know? I didn’t design it.” Kageyama turned towards Kenma, who had stayed silent. “Why are you here?”
Yamaguchi nervously waved his hands, as if brushing away Kageyama’s crass tone. “I think he meant, how did you find yourself in Miyagi. Don’t you live in Tokyo?”
Hinata’s head popped in from the kitchen entryway, “Yeah, duh, Yamaguchi! Remember training camp?” Yamaguchi’s face rose, his brow furrowing, “Anyway,” Hinata interrupted, “Kageyama, he’s here because I asked him to come! He has off from school and I asked if he wanted to come and sleepover for a couple of days.” He headed into the living room with an apple and a milk box, “Don’t you guys have anything besides milk?”
“No.” Kageyama’s face betrayed confusion.
Yamaguchi’s face rose again, his finger in accordance. “Kageyama, you really did say you were lactose intolerant. Why are you still drinking milk?”
Kageyama’s face stayed crumpled up. Yamaguchi knew he wasn’t a science person.
“What’s lactose?” Hinata asked from the couch.
Kenma made his way over to Hinata’s side, pulling out his phone and drawing his legs up to his chest. “It’s a sugar found in milk. Cows milk, specifically. Some humans can’t digest it properly.”
Tsukishima finally spoke, pulling his headphones down and walking over to the sole armchair. “That means you’re allergic to milk.”
Kageyama looked close to crying.
Hinata piped up, “But you haven’t died or anything! That must mean you can’t be that allergic.”
Kageyama’s face cleared up, his eyes seeming a little brighter. “Hm. You’re right. Anyway, we also have water.” He shuffled to the kitchen and looked into the fridge, “and root beer” he said, pulling out three bottles.
“Root beer?” Hinata looked gleeful. Tsukki looked disgusted. Yamaguchi turned towards Kenma, “do you like root beer?”
“It’s ok.” He turned back to his phone.
Kageyama made his way to the circle of his friends in the living room, sitting down stiffly by Yamaguchi who had taken the left side of 2 person sofa.
“So, what now?” asked Tsukki.
“Uhhhh, let’s play Truth or Dare!” Hinata chirped, hugging his root beer. “We can use these bottles when we’re done.”
It took 20 minutes, a concerning amount of burping, and Kenma pounding Kageyama in the back when he looked like he was choking for all of the root beer to be downed. At the end of it, Tsukki looked like he was ready to sink back into his headphones and possibly into the armchair. Yamaguchi had obtained a case of the hiccups, his ahoge bouncing with the rest of his body. Kageyama was sulking after coughing out half his root beer onto his shirt. Kenma and Hinata were focused on the former’s phone, chittering over some app or other.
Tsukkie sighed aggressively, sinking further into his seat and crossing his arms. “Either we start this game or I’m leaving.”
The room was silent for a few beats as glazed eyes turned toward the blond. Yamaguchi recovered from his root beer-induced stupor and drained his bottle from the remaining dregs. He got off the sofa, jostling Kageyama who let out a burp /more of a gurgle/ in response. Yamaguchi looked worried as he leaned forward to put his bottle on the ground, looking back to check for signs of nausea.
Kageyama pouted and slid off the sofa, plopping himself down next to his sofa partner.
Hinata and Kenma followed suit, Tsukki leisurely making his way down. He shoved Hinata half onto Kenma’s lap trying to make room for his legs.
“So, how are we doing this?” Yamaguchi started as Kenma reached over for the bottle.
He bit his lip when the bottle landed on him. “Uh, truth?”
“Have you ever played 7 minutes in heaven?”
Hinata ‘wow’ed, nudging the taller boy over, “Have you ever played?!”
Kenma didn’t answer, opting to stare Yamaguchi down into answering.
When he didn’t answer immediately, Kageyama swiftly turned toward him, taking the opportunity to nudge him. “Well, have you?”
Yamaguchi looked down, “Yeah. Well, no. Kind of.” He looked up, staring at Tsukki’s jean hem. “It was 4 minutes.”
He spun the bottle before anyone had a real chance to respond.
It took a few turns before settling on Kageyama.
“Dare.”
“Play 7 minutes of Heaven with me.”
You could hear the music playing from Tsukki’s headphones from how quiet the circle became.
Tsukki smirked, pushing into Yamaguchi’s knee with his socked foot, “Looking to make up for the 4 minutes?”
Yamaguchi’s ahoge drooped, his face shutting down. “Whatever. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, Kageyama.”
Kageyama had sat through all of that looking pensive, leaning back on his arms, staring at the carpet.
“It’s alright.”
He clambered up, offering his hand to the other boy. “Let’s go.”
Yamaguchi was blushing, fumbling over his feet trying to get up. Kageyama gave a hefty pull and dragged Yamaguchi toward the hall closet under the main stairs by the door.
The group watched them go, faces neutral and contemplative.
Hinata was the first to turn back, grabbing Kenma’s phone and shoving it into Tsukki’s face. “Have you ever played this? Kenma never has but he managed to crush me in like, everything.” Tsukki scoffed and called Hinata inept at anything that didn’t have to do with jumping and being a shrimp.
The ensuing video game war/insult volley occupied them until they saw a flustered Yamaguchi curl up on armchair Tsukki had been occupying.
The circle stared at the brunet, eyes looking expectant.
Yamaguchi hid his face into his knees and didn’t respond to outside stimuli.
Kageyama walked in, reclaiming his space on the carpet.
Hinata finally voiced the question, “So…” his eyes darted back and forth between the two subjects of interest. “What happened?”
Kageyama was silent for a moment before turning to Yamaguchi with a blank expression, head tilted. “Do you have feelings for me?”
Yamaguchi, if possible, burrowed himself further into the armchair.
Kageyama shrugged and turned toward Hinata. “It was fine. We talked a little. About volleyball mostly, but also about school and his freckles. A little bit about stars. I told him I’m not a science person and thought he was really smart then he got kind weird, like he is now.”
Kageyama’s eyes shifted back toward Yamaguchi, tracking his movements for further signs of discomfort. “I asked him what people usually did when in the closet. I didn’t do anything, really. I gave him a hug because I ran out of ideas.”
He leaned back against his arms again. “It was fine.”
Kenma’s eyes looked devious. “I think Yamaguchi might still be in the closet.”
Kageyama blinked up at him, owlish, “Hm? But he’s right here.”
Tsukki rolled his eyes, pulling his headphones over his ears. He didn’t come here to find out about his friend’s love interest and he didn’t really need confirmation that Kageyama was asexual and aromantic. Figures someone like him wouldn’t care for much save a volleyball and a victim for his attempts at friendship.
He leaned back against the edge of the armchair Yamaguchi was still curled up, bracing himself for an evening of idiocy.
He really only came for Yamaguchi. ‘Do you have feelings for me?’ Really? Tsukki scoffed under his breath, rolling his eyes. Honestly, Kageyama.
Meanwhile, Kageyama returned to staring at Yamaguchi’s crumpled up figure. He felt his stomach turning and his eyebrows shot up. Hinata told him about feeling like his stomach was fluttering when he was talking to someone he liked.
Did Kageyama like Yamaguchi…?
3 seconds of introspection wiped the wrinkle off of Kageyama’s brow.
From @chronicle-art for @levizoe - I am really sorry for uploading this late; I was caught up with schoolwork and forgot to check my inbox! But here you go <3
(Hey! I hope you like it, I tried to put two of the three prompts you gave me into this. I really hope you like it!)
The First Valentine’s Day
Pairing: Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu
Prompt: Coffee Shop!AU & Valentine’s Day stuff
Asahi glanced at his watch again and he sighed. He’s ten minutes late. He thought to himself and he was starting to get anxious. He had agreed to a date with a guy in one of his classes, they had decided on going to the coffee shop nearest the campus just for convenience. But now, since Asahi got there ten minutes early because he was terrified of being late, Asahi has been sitting there for twenty minutes and his date still hasn’t shown up.
He noticed that the barista kept sneaking glances at him but he was too nervous and anxious to do anything about it. Although he had to admit, the barista was cute, he had black hair spiked up which, Asahi was sure, added to his height. He also seemed to be very energetic, what with the barista dancing around behind the counter as he swept the floor and cleaned the counters.
Asahi looked at his watch again and sighed, going on twenty minutes late. He’s starting to think that he has been stood up. He looked down at his now empty cup and set it aside with a frown. He should have known that he wouldn’t be good enough for anyone. Just before Asahi was about to get up and walk out of the place, a cup of coffee, exactly the same as he ordered, was set down in front of him.
“On the house.” The barista said with a smile when Asahi looked up with confusion. “You look like you’re kind of down.” He stated as he leaned on knee on booth across from the taller man.
Asahi shrugged in answer, “I got stood up. But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” The barista’s jaw dropped.
“No. You should be surprised, because from what I can see, you’re a catch.” The black hair male countered. He then held out his hand for Asahi to shake. “Nishinoya. Nishinoya Yuu. But all my friends just call me Noya.”
Asahi was shocked but shook the shorter man’s hand anyway, “Azumane Asahi. It’s nice to meet you Noya-san."
It was that encounter that turned Asahi’s world upside down. That night, Noya had ended up giving Asahi his number and the two have been talking constantly since that day. Noya would just randomly text him and tell him what he was doing or proclaim that he was bored with a ton of emojis following the text.
The two boys had met in December and now it was going on February, so for two months, the two of them have hung out multiple times, going to see movies (no horror since Asahi couldn’t handle them), going out to eat, and just doing random stuff. But now it was getting closer and closer to Valentine’s Day and Asahi knew that he wanted to do something for Noya, even though they weren’t dating. He thought that this would be the time that he could finally buck up the courage to tell Noya how he felt.
A week before the fated day, Asahi texted Noya
Asahi: Hey Noya You free on Valentines Day?
Noya: Yeah! （＾ｖ＾）
Asahi: Do you want to do anything?
Noya: Of course I do! ＼（＾▽＾）／ anything in mind?
Asahi: Wanna come to my place and watch a movie and order take out?
Noya: HELL YEAH! ┗(＾∀＾)┛
Asahi: :) Be at my place at 7?
Noya: Of course! I’ll be there! ヽ( ★ω★)ノ
Asahi smiled at his phone when he received the final text from Noya, now all he had to do was think about what he could do for the smaller man. He wracked his brain for something and then it hit him, Noya had a major sweet tooth. Asahi decided that the best way to Noya’s heart was through his stomach, so homemade chocolates it is.
The next day was the weekend so he didn’t have any classes, he went to the grocery store and got everything he needed, and then when he was back in his apartment, began making the chocolates.
—
A week went by and the Day of Judgment, as Asahi had begun to call it, finally arrived. He had already ordered sushi to be delivered and the chocolates he had made were sitting on top of the fridge so he could grab them when it was time.
He looked at the clock nervously and he saw that it was ten minutes to seven, he had ten minutes to worry about what he would say to Noya to get him to understand what his feelings were towards the younger man.
He looked at the clock again and five minutes have gone past since he last check and then was when the knock at his door came. Asahi startled and looked at the door, Noya was early it was odd. Noya had never been early to one of their hangouts he was always on time or five minutes late. So him being five minutes early was a little nerve wracking for Asahi because he still hasn’t figured out what he was going to say to Noya.
Asahi took a deep breath and went to the door and when he opened it, he wasn’t greeted with Noya’s face, he was greeted with a bouquet of roses. When the roses moved aside, Yuu looked up at him with a smile.
"Happy Valentine’s Day, Asahi-san!” he yelled and held out the roses, “For you.” Noya said simply.
Asahi was floored, he had never in a million years expected Nishinoya to get him anything for Valentine’s Day, but that’s not saying that he wasn’t appreciative.
“T-thank you Noya-san.” He stuttered and took the roses, and then he stepped aside and allowed Yuu into his flat. He quickly went and put the roses in a vase and spoke, “I h-have something for you too." He walked over to the fridge and took the bag of homemade chocolates off the top and handed them over.
The look on Yuu’s face was priceless, he was ecstatic and confused all at the same time.
"Thank you Asahi-san! You didn’t need to get me anything.”
Asahi just shrugged in response, “I wanted to." Noya just grinned.
—
After the gifts had been given, after the sushi had arrived and they had eaten, and after the second movie of the night, Asahi was getting antsy. He wanted to say something, tell Noya how he felt, but he was so nervous that he would be rejected, just like everyone else he had ever liked. But before he could get a word in, Noya interjected his worrying thoughts.
"Asahi-san, I um…. I need to uh…. Can I tell you something?” Noya sputtered out, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Oh y-yeah, of course.” Asahi said, his mind now racing at 300 miles per hour. What did Nishinoya want to say, did he want to tell him that he didn’t want to be friends anymore, that Asahi wasn’t good enough, he was so worried about what he was going to say.
“So I… uh… that is to say I… um… God this sounded better in my head.” Noya paused to gather what he was trying to say, “Asahi-san, would… would you maybe… uh… wouldyouliketogoonadatewithme?"
That last sentence was so mashed together that Asahi couldn’t understand a single word. "I’m sorry, w-what was that?” he asked in confusion.
Nishinoya took a deep breath and looked at Asahi, “Would you maybe like to… go on a date…….. with me…"
Asahi froze. Did he hear that correctly?
"Uh I mean, if you don’t want to that’s fine, we can just continue how we have been going, if you don’t want to go on a date with me that’s okay. I just wanted to ask because you know I really like you and stuff and…” Noya kept rambling on nervously while Asahi just sat there staring at the shorter man. Finally after about five minutes of rambling Noya stopped and asked quietly, “Are you going to say anything?”
“Yes.” Asahi said quietly.
“Okay, you said something. But are you going to answer my question?” Noya complained
“Yes.” Asahi replied with a slight smile.
“Alright then what’s your answer?!” Noya was getting a little bit frustrated.
Asahi just sighed and smiled at Nishinoya. “Yes, Noya. That is my answer.”
Noya froze and then a look of realization crossed over his face, “Oh… you were saying yes to my question… Okay I feel stupid now.”
Then Asahi laughed, which made Yuu grin like an idiot, the shorter man was happy that Asahi had finally loosened up a little.
Asahi looked at Noya after he was done laughing and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Did you really mean it?” he asked.
Noya crawled over on the couch and sat on his knees right next to Asahi. “Of course I meant it. I really like you, I have since the day we met.” He smiled.
The blush that crossed Asahi’s face made Yuu just grin even more. The older man hadn’t realized that Nishinoya liked him like that but he was so happy that he did.
“And now!” Nishinoya began again and moved in closer, “the moment I’ve all been waiting for.” He grinned. Then he leaned in and gently kissed Asahi.
Asahi was shocked to say the least but after a moment of hesitation, began to kiss back. Nishinoya was so soft and gentle and didn’t move unless Asahi invited him to do so and that made Asahi like him all the more. Having someone who wouldn’t do anything he wasn’t ready to do, how did he end up so lucky?
After a minute, Noya pulled back and rested his forehead against Asahi’s and with a smile, he said softly. “Happy Valentine’s Day Asahi.”
Asahi didn’t say a word; he just leaned in and kissed him again.
From @trashy-grand-king for @cryptidowl007 - I am really sorry for uploading this late; I was caught up with schoolwork and forgot to check my inbox! But here you go <3
Prompt: Person A knocks on Person B’s door with chocolate and flowers on Valentine’s Day, only to be told they’re on the wrong floor by Person B.
Pairing: Daichi x Suga
Rating: Everyone <:
Notes:
Happy Valentines Day, my wonderful recipient! <: Hope you have a great one! Sorry this is almost a week late(And on the short side)! My laptop started literally smoking on Friday, and so I couldn’t get this in by the 13th, but it’s here now! ^^; (Also I quietly slipped in a tiiiny bit of Kurodai, I hope you don’t mind. ^^’) Also Suga and Daichi are aged up into their early twenties, and have only met a few times. Not enough to really be familiar with each other, but enough to know each other’s names and basic likes and dislikes. And what are titles
I also know Kuroo wouldn’t do this, buuut…
(I don’t know where to insert a Read More break, but if I did, it would be here)
Saturday - February 14, 2015
2:41pm
No, Sugawara Koushi did not have anyone to celebrate Valentine’s Day with, but he was okay with it. He knew that he didn’t need anyone else to have a good time, but… That didn’t mean that it wouldn’t be nice to have someone he cared oh so dearly for with him. Suga would just celebrate on his own with some bubble tea and his television. He wasn’t expecting anyone at that moment, seeing as most of his friends were celebrating the day with their significant other, so the quiet, but firm knock on his door startled him a bit. After a moment of deliberation, Suga paused his movie and slid out from under the kotatsu to answer the door, setting down his drink on the way.
Upon opening the door, the grey-haired male was a bit surprised to see his crush, (God, that sounded weird, even in his own head) Sawamura Daichi, at the door with a heart-shaped box of chocolates and with what looked like a bouquet red camellias haphazardly hidden behind his back. Or were those roses? And didn’t he have a boyfriend? To say that he had a crush on the slightly taller man was a bit of an understatement though. Suga’s confusion showed on his face when he recognized the other, but it quickly went back to its usual cheery and welcoming expression.
“Ah, good afternoon, Sawamura-san!” He greeted the other with a tilt of his head, finally taking notice of Daichi’s confusion. “Good afternoon to you too. Uh, do you know where Tetsurou lives? I thought he lived here…” Ah right, Daichi did have a boyfriend. Luckily Sugawara did infact know where Kuroo lived, and so he said as much. “Yes I do. You actually have the number mostly correct! Kuroo-san lives directly above me.” Daichi’s eyes widened a bit at this, dipping his head and making an apologetic gesture to Suga as best as he could with the box of chocolates in hand.
“I’m sorry, thanks for telling me Sugawara-san. Have a great Valentine’s Day.” Daichi dipped his head once more and left as Suga waved bye to him. Suga made his way back to the kotatsu, tea in hand, and pressed play on the remote.
Saturday - February 14, 2015
2:46pm
Sugawara heard knocking on his door once again, quite possibly more confused than the first time today, pausing the video playing on the television and taking a sip of his tea before setting that down on the kotatsu and getting up to go answer the door. It was still a bit chilly outside, so he didn’t want to keep whomever was at the door, most likely Daichi, longer than needed.
It was Daichi.
Of course it was Daichi.
He shouldn’t be as surprised as he was. It was Valentine’s Day; who would be knocking on his door at this time, aside from the one person who was just here not even five minutes ago?
Probably no one.
Definitely no one.
………
Why was he here anyways?
Suga greeted the other once again with a wave, noticing Daichi’s change in attitude. Instead of being excited, he saw it underneath the nervousness, he looked.. Kind of dejected?
“Hey, uh, can I come inside?”
Suga hurriedly nodded and moved to the side so that the other could enter, being handed the bouquet of what he could now identify as camellias and the box of chocolates from earlier. “Sorry for the intrusion, and happy Valentine’s Day, Suga-san.” Daichi said as he knelt down to remove his shoes. The grey-haired man was now quite confused and somewhat concerned, but he shook his head and went to go put the bouquet in a vase with water.
“Don’t worry about it. Make yourself at home. Can I get you anything?” Sugawara asked from the kitchen and getting a polite negative in response to his question. He put the vase, now filled with camellias, on the counter next to his sink in the sunlight before joining Daichi at the kotatsu.
“I… Hope you don’t mind my asking, but what happened with you and Kuroo-san?” He asked, glancing over at Daichi through the corner of his eye in time to see him lightly flinch at the inquiry. Oh. Not something good, then. (Obviously, otherwise why would he be here with the gifts he was going to give to Kuroo?)
“We.. We broke up.” Daichi replied honestly and to the point, averting his gaze to the side opposite of Suga. “Oh. I’m sorry.” Suga didn’t press the issue or ask for details. Instead, he offered the remote to the other, receiving a head-shake in response, and pressed play. Daichi recognized the movie as When in Rome, with Japanese subtitles, and quietly chuckled to himself. He appreciated Sugawara not pressing the issue and relaxed into the comfortable environment, the kotatsu warming his thighs and helping him to wind down.
Not long after they settled into a comfortable silence, save for the movie playing, most of the words he couldn’t understand without the subtitles, Daichi’s eyes started to wander around the dim room, eventually, inevitably, landing on Suga’s beautifully silver hair and tracing across his face and shoulders. He never really got a chance to really appreciate how easy he was on the eyes, admiring how the light from the television danced over the other’s soft features and how he sipped at his tea through the straw.
It looked like it was plum flavored.
“You know Sawamura-san-” “Daichi’s fine.” Suga looked at Daichi with an amused expression before lifting his gaze to the ceiling. “Well then, Daichi-san, I…”
Suga swallowed and took a deep breath as he seemingly searched for something in the patterns of his ceiling. Daichi waited patiently for him to continue, turning back to the movie when it didn’t look like the other was going to continue, still listening out for him in case he did say something. The shorter man’s fingers absently tapped at his cup, finally speaking after a couple of minutes.
“I really like you, Daichi-san.”
Oh.
Daichi was not expecting that.
Suga looked over at him with an apologetic expression. “I know that’s probably not something you really wanted to hear after what happened with you and Kuroo-san, and we never really talked anyways, but I just needed to get that out in the open.”
Daichi furrowed his brows, looking down at his lap after recovering from the initial shock of Suga’s confession, not speaking for a moment as he gathered his thoughts.
“I-”
Suga cut him off with a soft smile.
“You don’t have to tell me how you feel right now. Like I said, I just needed to get it out in the open.”
Daichi nodded and turned back to the television.
Suga did too.
Sunday - February 14, 2016
3:14pm
It’s been a whole year since Kuroo and Daichi broke up, and it’s been a whole year since Suga confessed to Daichi.
Daichi still hasn’t told him how he felt.
But that was okay. They started hanging out regularly and spending time with each other since then, taking their time to get to know each other better.
Daichi never forgot about Suga’s confession.
And tonight he was about to do the same.
Sunday - February 14, 2016
8:08pm
Daichi and Sugawara just arrived at the latter’s apartment, just getting back from buying each other dinner(They were both too stubborn to let the other pay, so they just split the bill and paid for the other’s meal.), and so far, nothing had changed. They were still friends. Great ones at that, but Suga still wished that they were something… More.
In due time, Suga. In due time.
The two of them settled on the couch(Suga had gotten one a few months back), the shorter man leaning against the other as they watched subbed American romcoms, something Daichi learned that Sugawara liked to do on Valentine’s Day. He didn’t particularly mind.
Sunday - February 14, 2016
8:37pm
“Hey Suga?”
“Hm?”
“… Can I kiss you?”
As soon as those words left Daichi’s mouth, Suga froze, not entirely sure he heard the other correctly. Just to make sure, he turned to Daichi, who donned a small, lopsided smile when brown eyes met brown. After a moment of recovering from surprise, Suga nodded and leaned in closer to Daichi, who then tilted his chin up a bit more and pressed his slightly chapped lips to the other man’s softer, unchapped lips. They both still faintly tasted like their dinner, but neither of them cared at this point.
They separated after a few moments, the air around them warm and comfortable, no longer paying attention to the movie, and Daichi pecked Suga on his lips once more before speaking.
“I love you, Sugawara Koushi. I really do.”
Suga’s jaw parted just the tiniest bit at that.
“Will you be my boyfriend?”
Daichi received a nod and an enthusiastic “Yes!”
The two of them spent the rest of the evening watching Suga’s romcoms, switching to Japanese ones later on, cuddling, and occasionally languidly kissing each other. Daichi ended up staying the night, the two of them sharing Suga’s bed, and waking up well-rested and refreshed in the morning. They spent as much time together as possible before Daichi had to leave to get ready for work in the afternoon, immensely glad his shift wasn’t in the morning.
From @highnessesknight for @bicyclestandard - I am really sorry for uploading this late; I was caught up with schoolwork and forgot to check my inbox! But here you go <3
(Happy Valentine’s Day, I really hope that you have a stupendous day and that this brightens your day!)
DaiSuga
Daichi witnesses Sugawara perform magic, something which is far from allowed. When Sugawara sees him he must convince him to not tell anyone.
Sugawara’s P.O.V
Sugawara had always felt as if his home held its own enchanting presence, the slithering vines which ventured the cracks of the antiquated cabins exterior alluring in their unpredictable patterns while they only posed but a small portion of the overgrown garden which was his mystic yard. The stone of his cottages walls, though aged, filled the air with unspoken tales and lessons as if an experienced elder. The scent of the swaying greenery filtered through the fluid air and floated with the winds motions towards the window the grey haired young man had opened.
The whimsical scenery and vibrant colors played with Sugas vision as his insipid eyes playfully darted around the greenery in search of new beautiful sights which their land provided with such natural ease. The stray leaves drifting from their branches were a drizzle of life during their descent; the green heart shaped flora sweeping along the drifting atmospheres tender currents.
Their sorrowful siblings stretched their timid stems in their own pitiful attempts to retrieve their slipping brethren, lime fingertips slender like that of a brilliant pianist as they rippled in the newly birthed winds. The young mans bones then gradually increased in discomfort when they were suddenly beneath Sugas chest as he heaved himself atop his weak joints in desperation to draw nearer to the elderly trees withering arms. His dainty fingertips interrupted the delicate airs joyous patterns with its abrupt appearance, his drooping sleeve which was drenched in an inky black interfering with the purity which had evolved beautifully within his garden in the span of time it was beneath his care.
Sugas eyelids narrowed intently while his pale tongue wearily hovered above the dead skin which prickled his dry lips, no matter the amount of time he licked their surface they remained like that of a deserts surface as if without something. His conscious didn’t stray from its own personal mission though, even as such a thought graced his mind, his fingers continued in their march through the air until with his own judge and jury Suga believed he had reached the proper length to easily do what he had wished to perform.
Thin, virtuous crows feet accessorized the grey haired mans eyes, the creased skin pinching beneath his luminescent lashes while he hung his upper body off the sill like a bird prepared for a flight they had longed for. The pitter patter of his heart had once been up to par with the delicacy of drizzling dew, though, while the winds trailed like thin streams of water atop the tender paleness of his scalp the drumming organs intensity grew ferocious as if it were aware of the lingering spirit who had paused on the curve of the pathway which traveled the side of the young mans quaint home, the stranger observing dubiously.
As Sugawaras expression wore a mask of distinct concentration, lips curving into one another like tumbling waves the aging date drifted with whimsical blues not yet tainted by the murderous reds and oranges of dusk. The atmospheres warmth seeped through the young mans cloak but upon his florescent lawn it appeared as if the leaves beneath his grasp whose crisp stems peaked above the shaved grass began to vibrate like the winter had made a guest appearance; an intangible sheet of ice making the greenery shiver before, like wondrous butterflies, they began lifting their sluggish heads and once more venturing the air upwards.
The leaflets graciously danced upon the wind the young Wizard conjured, each exquisite being performing flimsy pirouettes with their crowd of brethren, celebrating their presence and position in life without the frightening shouts and cries of rejoice which humans would have found necessary. The Earths subtleties constantly whispered volumes into their ears, its messages personified through the oceans curling waters and the occasional rigorous winds which forced Sugawara to latch his withered windows shut.
Sugawara was no demon, he was a simple individual who merely noticed these various tones and had made the decision to listen. The oppressed constantly howl with such ferocity to be heard, for their pleas and demands to be given attention and the world does as they wish. The world either seeking ways to distinguish these volumes or appease them, in the end paying the humans who lacked gratefulness exactly the price of attention they had initially asked for. The people who issued their attention to them were given rewards though as Sugawara humbly does the same but for their land he is instead meant to pay for his deeds, with something worth much more than his time.
The leaves flourished with iridescent greens when they once more attached themselves to the brittle wood of the swaying tree, its evergreen hairs’ appealing dance during their ascent causing it to join with their rhythm. Their invisible hands clasped their homes and floated in a cute meek manner with the winds flowing river as they greeted their siblings with these light movements.
The pressure which had once compressed Sugawaras upper abdomen softened while he leaned away from his strident window sill; a newly birthed tranquility arising comfortably along his garden, he was grateful for his ears, though his listening was referred to as treason and sin the young wizard wouldn’t allow the apprehensive and fear induced mindsets of the confused to phase his well-being.
Daichi’s P.O.V
Daichis broad shoulders appeared to be enveloped within wiry chains as the entirety of his body was threaded intensely close with a tense needle. His fingernails excavated into the plush flesh of his moist palms, the humming sting which permeated from each penetrated spot gradually numbing and becoming unnoticed with time. His steely gaze continued to observe the young man he now knew to be a demon dressed in polished skin and attempted to urge himself away.
The wizard wasn’t as Daichi had seen illustrated upon the yellow hued parchment of what documents and books the libraries allowed for the public vision. He appear like an angel, the aging days golden sunlight glazing the other young mans silver locks in its heavenly shades, the slivers of purity appearing as if they had made contact with Midas himself. As Daichi mentally made his impossible statement the dull stare of the other graced his own eyes, their lines of vision addressing and scrutinizing each other with a single fluttering of their lashes.
At first, the Wizards expression hadn’t strayed an ounce from pure horror though through natural selection a powerful radiating grin interrupted his earlier emotions. Though their distance held some length Daichi could still view the slight coiling of the grey haired mans eyes, the skin on the outer edges of his eyes rolling into each other with utter joy.
“The winds are quite extraordinary today, wouldn’t you say?” The young wizards appeared as if he were devoid of the worlds vibrancy, a being who hadn’t been colored by their creators brush when born.
There was a moment which Daichi had been a gullible fool and had consciously forgotten the others devious practices and he, himself, nearly issued the other a gracious wave. Though, with the rustling percussion of the surrounding trees’ leaves he had been reminded and with the heel of his worn out shoe he addressed his attention behind him through an about face and abruptly took off in said direction.
Daichis fists remained tightly clenched as they fought through the evolving winds, his arms pillaging past his ribs in powerful motions, the rough fabric of his loose t-shirt skimming his white knuckles as they rippled in tiny waves.
“Hey, wait!” The voice was the single warning issued to the young man before a portion of his shirt no longer drifted like a tattered cape behind him and was instead kidnapped by a set of scrawny skeletal fingers. The idea of the wizard Daichi had earlier observed being so near drowned him in a smothering anxiety, the illusion of a perilous amount of spiders crawling and scattering feverishly from where the wizard grasped his shirt entered his mind and fueled his action of turning around with a savage persona contorting his expression. His eyebrows inched inwards, the skin beneath his eyes creased and tumbled over each other thinly with a delicate haze of sleep deprivation darkening his naturally olive tone.
“That wasn’t the wind, you did that. That was all you.” The rugged pebbles beneath his feet crinkled roughly as he without words threatened to burst into another fast stride from the demon that occupied the air before him.
“Please, it was the winds.” To Daichis unpleasant surprise the young wizard had taken action before him. The fingers which held scattered scars to tamper with the beauty of their natural purity raised before him while he appeared to believe that what he spoke was a clever ruse to trick the dark haired man.
“And a wolf is disguised as my grandmother.” He responded stridently, his grating tone drenched in his lack of patience. “You made those leaves reattach to the tree.”
“But I didn’t. The wind is like a ravenous beast you know. You cannot control it; you can merely change yourself to move with it. The winds are truly what moved those leaves, I tell no lie.” The Wizards tone wavered as he spoke his pleas, the façade of strength which he formulated merely a wall of tumbling rocks without strength. “Everyone constantly asks for a sequel to their life or a second opportunity, all I did was push the leaves closer to their branches and they held back onto them by their own choice. I can’t force them onto the tree as much as I can’t force a person to live or force you to not go screaming to the nearest town about the wizard covered in warts in the house of candy.” The silver haired man released a captured breath of air; it was neither one of exasperation nor one of defeat. Daichi found a filthy interest within him which was naturally curious as to what emotions had laced themselves into such a sigh. “Just, don’t give the world’s magic to me, I didn’t perform it. Like I had said, it was the wind. It was all the wind.”
“Yeah, the wizard covered in warts that lives in a candy house and crazy beyond belief.” Daichis front teeth nibbled intently on his lower lip, the gnawing habit like the sensation which silently coerced him to believe the others words. He performed so and laid in a quiet war fought by one when a fruitful chuckle graced his ears, like chipper hiccups the young wizard sung the happy tones before recovering his composure.
“Don’t I sound that way?” Daichi glared at the beaming smile which continued to occupy the others expression. “But you were crazy enough as a child to believe that monsters cursed the shadows of your room at night.”
“Yes when I was a child, but it was also fiction.”
“So you’re afraid of fiction? That’s a relief because I’m real and what the wind did was real.”
The chains which were so expertly threaded around his shoulders earlier once more grasped him, his body broken within a still stupor.
“You saw me put leaves back on trees, come on I might as well be an old brittle women in a bonnet. How unintimidating can you get? Please, don’t tell anyone. There aren’t many who choose to listen.”
“You seem to have stolen my grandmas’ hairstyle so I believe you on that, but all the wind has ever done for me is break my families apple trees’ branches. Put in a good word for me with the wind and I won’t say a word about you.”
From @n-open-open-ope for @sushioi - I am really sorry for uploading this late; I was caught up with schoolwork and forgot to check my inbox! But here you go <3
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY! I hope you find someone who loves you as much as Oikawa and Iwaizumi love each other :3 I however would like to apologise. I accidentally neglected the part of the prompt where it says person a and b don’t know each other. Sorry ;-; Also this got way out of hand .-. I still hope you enjoy
-exploded as he landed on his ass, and he had to inhale, now he’s hacking his lungs out, and he just wasted a fucking dollar, what the flying fuck-
“I’m so sorry! A-Are you okay?” Hajime looked up and directed every single curse to ever exist to his life. That something he had crashed into just had to be Oikawa Tooru, who was now half-caked in flour. He was kneeling over Hajime, hands on both sides of his head. Hajime’s eyes widened. His face was growing hotter and hotter with each passing second. Just a bit more heat and he could probably fry an egg. Fuck it. He’s too close. Hajime could feel that stupid, gut-wrenching feeling he had strived to get rid of so many times threatening to boil again at the pit of his stomach. Oikawa suddenly sneezed, blowing up a small cloud of flour. He caught Hajime’s stare and gave a sheepish grin. “Yeah, thanks. Sorry about that.” Hajime averted his gaze to see that a couple people had stopped to stare. Right, they were sort of in a compromising position in the middle of the street. He nudged Oikawa. “Um, if you don’t mind…” “Oh! Yeah, I’m sorry. This is totally my fault. I’ll buy another packet of… Is that flour? Yeah. I’ll buy you another packet of flour,” Oikawa said, scrambling off from the ground. “You know, Iwa-chan, I was actually looking for you. Kind of. Can you talk right now?” Hajime stopped in the middle of dusting flour off himself. “Iwa-chan?” “Oh, aren’t we close enough to be giving each other nicknames?” Oikawa pouted and- Fuck. That fucking pout should be illegal. “Anyways. Are you free tonight?” “Tonight? Y-yeah.” Hajime didn’t have the heart to tell Oikawa that he and Mattsun (which basically meant Makki was included) were having a movie night. “Why?” At that question Hajime could’ve sworn Oikawa’s cheeks were dusted a faint red. “You want to know why? Alright,” Oikawa inhaled and looked Hajime right in the eye. “Iwaizumi Hajime, will you be my Valentine date?” “The fuck? No,” Hajime blurted, then immediately snapped his mouth shut. I can’t believe I just turned down a date with my unrequited crush. I deserve to die. “I-Iwa-chan! I can’t believe it! You just rejected me!” “…No, I didn’t. Check your hearing.” I’m gonna light myself on fire the first thing I get home.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, there was nothing Hajime could set himself ablaze with back at the apartment. He supposed that was fine. Oikawa (surprisingly) did not tease him for nor say anything regarding his words. He insisted on buying him another bag of flour, and somehow Hajime ended up with nine bags of flour in total, which Oikawa nestled happily in his arms on the way back to his apartment. He whined about needing to ‘pay Iwa-chan a visit’ until Hajime got annoyed and hastily agreed to it. “Nice place, Iwa-chan,” he commented, gaze flying around the room as Hajime opened the door and kicked his shoes off. He hurriedly carried the groceries to the kitchen, then stepped back into the living room. “Oh, Iwaizumi, you’re finally-“ Makki trudged from Mattsun and Hajime’s shared room, yawning and smoothing down his hair. When he saw Oikawa he paused, eyes growing wide. “Hanamaki-san! Yaho!” Oikawa called cheerfully from behind Hajime. Makki blinked, then turned back into the room silently, closing the door behind him. Oikawa hummed nonchalantly as he spun around in a circle. Hajime eyed him thoughtfully. “Well, remind me why you’re here once again.” “Well, I do need to make sure my date looks good, right?” Oikawa purred, leaning in close to Hajime, nearly nuzzling his neck. “Frankly, I don’t trust your fashion sense. Look at what you’re wearing.” He rested his palm on his stomach, giving the Godzilla on Hajime’s t-shirt a pat. “Wow. Excuse you, that is a perfectly fine shirt. A-and get the fuck off,” Hajime gave a push (maybe a bit too hard) and he stumbled away with a yelp. “Plus Valentine’s Day is tomorrow. Why are you here now?” “Looks like your memory is as horrible as your choice in clothing,” Oikawa stared at him, eyebrow raised. “Valentine’s Day is today, Iwa-chan. Why else would I ask you about your plans tonight?” He heard a snicker behind him. Mattsun simply sipped his coffee and gave Hajime a wink when he turned to glare at him. Protection, he mouthed as he disappeared back into their room. Hajime felt his ears go hot. He really shouldn’t have let Oikawa go into the apartment with him. They knew about his infatuation. It would probably be months before they stopped teasing him. “That’s also where your room is, right? Come on, let’s help you pick something out,” Oikawa grabbed his hand and started in the direction of the room, but Hajime didn’t budge. “Iwa-chan?” “Wh-why me?” Hajime muttered, staring at the ground. Oikawa’s grip on his hand loosened. “ I mean, um… Why you asked me out. We… We don’t even talk! You have tons of fangirls, and they would be more than happy to go with you.” “You don’t want to go, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa turned away, eyes soft. “No! The fuck, I never said that. It’s not like I don’t want to go with you. Just… Why’d you ask me of all people?” There was no reply. Hajime lifted his eyes, only to find Oikawa biting his lip, eyes fleeting, and oh my God, is that red on his cheeks? “Hey… What is it? Just spit it out.” “Nooo, Iwa-chan, it’s embarrassing,” Oikawa whined, turning away. “Come on, just tell me. I won’t laugh at you.” Oikawa pouted and shook his head. “I’m wearing this t-shirt tonight, then.” Oikawa’s eyes widened. “Wow. Okay, fine. Don’t laugh.” “I promise.” “Promise what?” “Promise I won’t laugh.” “Alright.” Oikawa narrowed his eyes, then let out an inaudible murmur as he turned his gaze to the ceiling. “What?” “… Hot.” “I can’t hear you.” “I-I said you’re hot!” Oikawa wailed as he buried his face in his hands. Hajime was positive he was blushing now. “Jesus Christ, how much of a sadist are you?” “W-well, I didn’t fucking expect this answer!” Hajime’s own cheeks were burning, and he looked at everywhere but Oikawa. His heart was pounding so fast he was actually worried he’s going to have a heart failure. “Is that the only reason though?” “Yes. I mean, no. Actually, all the girls I had in mind were not free today. I just happened to run into you, and so I asked you out. You were sort of at the bottom of my list.” “Wow. Glad to know you think so highly of me,” Hajime muttered. He should’ve seen this coming. “I do think highly of you! My list comprises solely of hot people! It’s hard to get a place, stupid! You should be honoured!” Oikawa stuck his tongue out at Hajime. Hajime scoffed, but he couldn’t help control the smile that lifted up the corners of his mouth. “So, are we doing this or not?” “Whaaat? You’re questioning my motives again?” “No, dumbass. I meant picking out my clothes, which I could do perfectly fine on my own.” “No, you can’t,” Oikawa threw open the door and strode into the room, pausing for a second before opening the wardrobe on the unoccupied side of the room. Makki and Mattsun watched vigilantly from their seats on Mattsun’s bed, eyes unblinking, behind the magazine in their hands. Oikawa threw open a few drawers before leaning back and clicking his tongue. “What is this, Iwa-chan?” He smirked, dangling the pair of dinosaur print boxers Makki had given to him as a crack gift. Hajime’s eyes widened in horror. A fit of dry coughs came from behind them. “Give it back!” He leapt for the piece of clothing. Oikawa giggled as he swung the boxers above his hand. “Iwa-chan is so cute and small, especially when angry. It makes me want to squish your cheeks.” "Who the fuck are you calling cute and small? I’ll punch you.” “Wow, I can’t believe you actually wear them. No wonder I never see you with only boxers on. Also, Oikawa, toss them this way,” Mattsun snickered behind them, motioning with his hand. “Mattsun, if you don’t want Makki to become a widower, then I kindly suggest you to shut the fuck up.” “You see, Iwa-chan, this is precisely why I can’t trust you with choosing your own clothes,” Oikawa swung the boxers in front of Hajime’s face. He snatched them back, stuffing them deep into the drawer. “Shut up. That was only one exception!” Hajime spat. “Now can we get on with the actual choosing?” “Whatever you say. Oh, by the way, Matsukawa-san, Hanamaki-san, you might want to-“ Oikawa made a turning motion with his hands, “-flip your magazine.” Makki and Mattsun looked down collectively, then frantically flipped the previously upside-down magazine. Hajime raised his eyebrows. “Observant.” “Or else how could I have uncovered your dirty little secret?” “Just let it go already!” Hajime whacked Oikawa on the arm. He spluttered as Makki and Mattsun snickered. Hajime turned to them, and they immediately developed an interest in the magazine. “You two, get the fuck out,” Hajime sighed. Mattsun was about to protest, but Makki pulled him out by the arm. “Leave them have their couple fight in peace,” he grinned before shutting the door. “No one’s having a couple fight! Sheesh,” Hajime huffed, then noticed Oikawa staring at him. “What?” “Nothing.” He stared into the wardrobe before turning back to Hajime. “I never really expressed my gratitude so thanks, Ha- Iwa-chan. It helps me out a lot.” “Don’t be silly,” Hajime spluttered, bashful. “Wh-what exactly am I helping you with anyway?” “Well, I will be having dinner with my ex tonight. I need a hot date to show off.” “So there was an ulterior motive. I shouldn’t have trusted you.” “I’m sorry! But… The part about of asking you out… It does mean something, you know?” Hajime was too busy cursing his shoujo-manga-protagonist-rivalling tendencies to blush to pay attention to the red on Oikawa’s face. “I-I don’t care either way. I’m free tonight anyways.” “No, you weren’t free,” Mattsun piped. Hajime whirled around to find him and Makki peeking through a gap between the door and its frame. “We were having a-“ Hajime shushed Makki before he could continue. “Get out!” He slammed the door in their faces, clicking the lock. Hajime crossed his arms and turned back to Oikawa. “Anyways, as I was saying, ulterior motive or not, I accepted your invitation. So you can have my word that I’m going to put my heart into it.” There was no response. “Hey, Oikawa? A-“ “Have you always been this cheesy, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa grinned. “Shut up. Also… Happy Valentine’s Day.” “… Happy Valentine’s Day, Iwa-chan.” Hajime went over to the wardrobe and squatted next to Oikawa as they went over his clothes. He pretended not to notice when Oikawa’s fingers slipped discreetly into his palm, but even he could not fight the smile that crept onto his face.
From @hetalia-ing for @airblends - I am really sorry for uploading this late; I was caught up with schoolwork and forgot to check my inbox! But here you go <3
Omg hope you enjoy this happy valentines’ day everyone i love all of you and i’ll edit this and post this on ao3
Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Yamaguchi Tadashi
Prompt: Fake dating!! I don’t care about the circumstances, just…. fake dating and realizing they don’t want it to be fake anymore *clenches fist*
“So what’s the reason for this emergency meeting today?” Hinata asks, staring at the knowing looks of his seniors as the entire Karasuno Volleyball Club sits in a semi circle inside the gym.
“So what’s the reason for this emergency meeting today?” Hinata asks, staring at the knowing looks of his seniors as the entire Karasuno Volleyball Club sits in a semi circle inside the gym.
“Well…” drawls Daichi as he nudges Sugawara who sighs afterwards.
“In our club we have a tradition, passed down by our seniors a couple of years ago.” At this, most of the members lean in and Sugawara continues.
“Every year, a few days before Valentines’ Day, there would be two people chosen to be the Valentine couple. Basically, it’s just play-pretend.”
“I hope it isn’t me,” Asahi says weakly, placing his hands together.
“Oh come on, it’s gonna be alright! I just-” his eyes go wide and sparkly- “hope I’ll be with Kiyoko-san!” Noya yells.
Yachi glances at Kiyoko’s poker face.
“Hey! If you do get her, we can share, right?” Tanaka grabs his shoulders and shakes them forcibly.
“Only if you’ll share if you get her too!"
The two look at each other in mutual understanding and do a bro-fist.
"The lots are here.” Kiyoko says, getting up and placing the small box in the centre.
“Now who should do the honours?” Sugawara says and nudges Daichi this time.
“Can’t be helped then.” He says, getting up and sitting in front of the box, facing everyone.
“Mix ‘em up real good!” Noya calls, pumping his fist into the air.
Daichi smiles and puts his hand into the slips of paper, shuffling them.
“Start! Let’s start!” Hinata shouts.
Kageyama turns to look at him. “Why you do you seem so excited all of a sudden?”
“Eh? I’m not really? And besides, that’s none of your business!”
The two get to glaring at each other.
“Now, now, we’re starting. ” Daichi says and dips his hand into the box.
“Good luck, everyone!” Sugawara says and the club begins wishing one another luck.
Mostly everyone then places their hands on the floor and begin drumming. Daichi grabs a slip of paper, fumbles and then drops it.
Yachi gulps.
He picks up another slip of paper carefully and pulls it out the box.
Asahi pales.
The rhythm becomes faster as Daichi’s hand enters the box again. He separates the lots into two big piles and transfers slips to and fro.
“Wow… it’s almost like a ritual.” Hinata whispers to Kageyama who nods.
Finally, he lumps all the lots back together.
The pitter-patter of hands stop.
“And what was the purpose for doing all that?” Ennoshita breathes out.
“Sorry, I just really like the texture of the paper.”
“I-It’s rose-scented!” Yachi says.
Daichi pulls a slip out and brings it to his nose. “Smells really good.”
He looks down at the two slips of paper he’s got. “Oh well, looks like this year’s Valentine Couple has been selected.”
Yamaguchi does his best not to retch.
“And?” Kageyama says. “Don’t keep us in suspense.”
Daichi scratches the back of neck with a smile. “Well… I think it’s best if we all find out together.”
The club nods at one another and all huddle around the two small slips of paper. “Everyone, hold onto these two slips of paper and on the count of 1, 2 and 3, we flip them over.”
Hinata’s stomach starts doing cartwheels.
“Yes!” Their cry echoes.
Yamaguchi grips the papers so tightly that his knuckles are turning even whiter.
“It’s just for the fun of it. Even if you do get chosen, nobody will force you to do anything you don’t want to do."
Yamaguchi turns to look at Tsukishima. "Thanks, Tsukki!"
"1, 2, 3!”
The papers are flipped over.
Asahi and Yachi sigh in relief.
Nishinoya and Tanaka hug each other and shed tears of disappointment
“Congrats, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi!"
"Give us a kiss, won'tcha?”
Everyone then turns to look at Yamaguchi. Alarm bells start ringing in his head and a hot blush settle on his face. “U-Um, I-I-I’ll be g-going now!” He flees, picking up his bag in the process.
-
What am I doing? What am I even running from?
He catches his breath at a nearby water cooler and starts filling up his almost empty water bottle.
His heart slowly settles back into a normal pulse as he stares at the water trickling.
“Hey.”
He jumps.
“O-Oh um hi Tsukki.” He mumbles meekly. He sees Tsukki’s hand holding a piece of paper.
“…Sugawara-san gave some… ideas.” He shrugged noncommittally.
Yamaguchi closes his bottle and puts it back into his bag before reaching for the piece of paper.
Their fingers brush and Yamaguchi quickly grabs the paper, covering his face as he attempts to read it.
“The thing is we already do half these things, don’t we?” He hears him say. “Things like eating together and going home together.”
“We haven’t done the other half like holding hands, cuddling or kissing-”
-oh shit.
There was silence as Yamaguchi had never been more thankful for the existence of the paper blocking his face.
“If you want to… I guess we can try them… maybe."
Yamaguchi lowers the paper enough just so that he can see Tsukishima.
Tsukki’s ability to sound so cool even when he’s saying something embarrassing instills newfound courage in him.
"Okay, Tsukki!” He grins, hugging the paper close to his chest.
“Let’s go.” Tsukishima turns and Yamaguchi follows like always.
-
It’s in the evening when Tsukishima finally reaches home. They had exchanged lesser words compared to other days as they walked home but it wasn’t a cause for concern since it was pretty obvious what the cause was.
He pours water into some cup noodles and heats them up in the microwave. His phone promptly vibrates just as he finishes adjusting the settings.
[5:32pm Yamaguchi Tadashi] Hii Tsukki
[5:32pm To: Yamaguchi Tadashi] Hey.
[5:33pm Yamaguchi Tadashi] Bento trade tomorrow?
Freezing up, he re-reads the message multiple times. Bento trade, isn’t that like a shoujo manga thing? He keys in his reply then presses the send button.
[5:33pm] To: Yamaguchi Tadashi] Okay.
He places his phone back down onto the counter. His heart races as he begins to think of various reasons that may explain Yamaguchi’s excitement.
Number one, Yamaguchi just likes celebrating things in general. Tsukishima knows this to be true from the times he’s insisted on giving presents to him and on hanging out together on just about every occasion there is.
Number two, someone must have put the idea into Yamaguchi’s head. Even then, his eagerness still isn’t justified
Tsukishima’s heart leaps as this one idea clings to his brain again. Does he- What if he actually likes me?
Sighing, he unlocks his phone and clicks on the Internet icon. I can’t believe I’m really doing this, he muses, feeling his face turn hotter as he types in “does he like me” into the search bar.
Instantaneously, his screen flashes and out pop thousands of results. He grimaces as he scrolls through the first page, all of which are quizzes. As he contemplates maybe attempting just one, his fear of Yamaguchi seeing his search history takes over and he quickly deletes his entire history and closes the app.
That night, he goes to sleep with his dignity intact.
-
Yamaguchi’s phone vibrates, arousing him from his drowsiness.
He moans and reaches for it, tearing his eyes away from the bright light and looking back after they’re better adjusted.
[4:33am Sugawara Koushi-senpai :D] Hey guys fyi there won’t be any training tmr so try to get some rest okay? :))
[4:34am Nishinoya Yuu-senpaii xD] Aw lmao is it because you’re going on a date? *winking emoji*
[4:34am Sugawara Koushi-senpai :D] Nah but maybe some of you might be *winking emoji*
[4:36am Tanaka Ryuunosuke-senpai :)] Ehh are you talking abt Tsukiyama? *winking emoji*
[4:38am Hinata Shoyou-kun (*-*)] oh my god r.i.p
[4:38am Kageyama Tobio-kun (^_^)] same
[4:39am Sawamura Daichi-senpai (~_~)] Everybody pls go to sleep or i’ll consider resuming training tmr
[4:39am Nishinoya Yuu-senpaii xD] yessir
[4:39am Tanaka Ryuunosuke-senpai :)] yessir
[4:39am Hinata Shoyou-kun (*-*)] yessir
[4:39am Kageyama Tobio-kun (^_^)] yessir
[4:40am Sawamura Daichi-senpai (~_~)] istg
Yamaguchi laughs at the text messages, clicks on the group chat to view its participants and scrolls down to a particular contact.
For @hqhaikyuu from @esudeathwillslay - I am really sorry for uploading this so late! I was caught up a lot in school work and forgot to check my inbox; but here is your fic dear <3
Note: I hope you enjoy the story, I’m a bit of an immature but it’s the love that was put into it.
KurooxTsukishima
Fake-dating fic
“How much longer do we have to stay like this..” Kuroo said gritting his teeth.
The music got louder, Tsukishima swore he was going to destroy the DJ station.
“Until this stupid party is over, so just act lovey-dovey ok?” Tsukishima said applying deathly pressure to Kuroo’s sweaty ass palms. Flashing a fake smile at a girl who was walking through.
“It’s already 10, I feel like shit.’ Kuroo said walking next to Tsukishima, his face looked irritated but no one would know the extent of his anger unless they held his extremely hot palms..
His skin was white, not naturally. For the reason they were so uncomfortably close, why they had to pretend to enjoy each other’s presence; is what made him white to the bone.
“I need to get drunk, now” Tsukishima said. still feeling a cold sweat run down his back.
“Wow, I bother you that much?” Kuroo said, his idiot grin shining in Tsukishima gold eyes.
“You worse than anything or anyone I’ve dealt with.”
“Aw, come on Tsuki. Don’t be like that” Kuroo said in a small mocking tone, deep and raspy.
Kuroo moved his mouth away from Tsukishima quickly as Bokuto drunkenly walked over to them.
“Dude it’s only ten and you’re drunk” Kuroo mused.
“This is the largest summer break I’ve had lemme enjoy it ya bastard.” Bokuto slurred. Throwing his fists around, spilling his beer in the process.
“There he is!” Lev yelled, pointing towards Bokuto. Akaashi closed him then quickly striding to Bokuto, angrily. “I told you to wait for me in the car.” Akaashi hissed between his teeth.
Kuroo helped Akaashi bring the drunk rebeller into his warm car, ready to drive off.
“That music is giving me a headache” Tsukishima said as he took a deep breath from the outside, the crisp cold air quickly wrapping around his hot head.
“Back to our little convo..” Kuroo said, in his other hand the half split can of beer that Bokuto had before. “Do you really hate me. I don’t think you’re half bad..” Kuroo smiled genuinely, his messy hair flowing through the wind. Tsukishima liked it.
“You’re drunk.” Tsukishima plainly said, taking another deep sigh.
“Am not” Kuroo pouted. Tsukishima gladly pointed to the half empty beer can in his hand, the one he had taken from Akaashi’s troubled boyfriend.
“Doesn’t prove anything” Kuroo said, placing the can onto the black concrete.
Tsukishima just grinned, that shit-eating grin got to Kuroo.
“You aren’t half bad at acting with this thing” Kuroo said. He hit a string that didn’t sit well with Tsukishima
Kuroo felt the cold air rise off of Tsukishima, an uncomfortable air.
“I’ll just go.. get us some drinks” Kuroo said awkwardly, almost tripping as he got back into the noisy house.
Kuroo grabbed a couple of soda’s silently as a couple made out on the counter top. They were really going at it, red kisses marked on the side of the fridge. A cabinet gave in as they were both pressed against it. Kuroo felt bad for the cabinet more than he did the messy couple.
“Hey Kuroo!” A girl screamed, holding a champagne bottle in one hand and using the other to keep her dress over her top. It was extremely large on her.
“Why don’t you talk to me any more?” She cried out, slinging her arms over Kuroo’s broad shoulders.
Kuroo didn’t answer, he just looked down at her with a pissed off face.
She pouted and Kuroo knew he bought himself into deeper shit. “Why are you ignoring me?”
Kuroo used the small moment when she was off her guard to run to the front of the house again.
“Did I take to long?” Kuroo said. Tsukishima didn’t respond, his headphones hand been plugged in. Kuroo could hear just a small amount of music seep out of the red headphones.
Kuroo put the drink in front of Tsukishima’s face and he quickly took it down to his lips.
“A bit thirsty aren’t we.” Kuroo said. He knew that Tsukishima couldn’t hear him, hearing his own voice maybe calmed him down just a bit.
Tsukishima only took off one headphone when he started to hear Kuroo hum to the music that Tsukishima was blasting into his head instead of having to listen to the terrible dubstep that emitted from the house.
“I could dream for miles and miles, but I don’t think you’d care.” Kuroo sang, the words carried on the night wind.
“We could go anywhere at anytime at anyplace it don’t matter .” Kuroo added, he bought his knees to his forehead and continue to sing the song.
“We could be flying, soaring, screaming or singing.” Tsukishima said. He pulled out the headphones from the phone and let the song play on. Kuroo lifted his head slowly and looked at Tsukishima in surprise.
Tsukishima didn’t look back, he kept looking in front of himself. Looking at all the parked cars that were smushed together.
“But we aren’t going to be shining, because there are flaws within all our claws that we use against each other.” Kuroo sang louder, the words hung longer.
“Because, we are all monsters.” Tsukishima said. No musical tone was put onto it.
“It’s a soothing song.” Kuroo said
“it’s my favorite song” Kuroo jumped. He wasn’t expecting a response back.
Kuroo wasn’t sure if he was going crazy but the music inside the house was getting worse.
“Let’s ditch” Kuroo mumbled. Tsukishima turned his head to Kuroo, “They’re going to ask-”
Kuroo shot up out of frustration, “I don’t care” He held his hand out towards the surprised boy.
Heat creeping on his face quick.
Tsukishima grabbed his hand and was pulled up quickly, before he knew it the winter air was pushing violently against his face. His blonde hair a blur in front of his face, all he could sense was the burning sensation in his legs and the contentment that the basically oozing out of Kuroo.
He was out of breath, but he was happy.
They ran into a convenience store and Kuroo ran around grabbing bags of his favorite ships, sodas and flavored waters and more.
The store seemed to go on forever, or it could just be that he’s not breathing in order.
Tsukishima did the same, grabbing candy’s that made his childhood gold. All the summer memories with his brother and their favorite candy.
“What the hell are we going to be needing a watermelon for, it’s not even summer. My second question is where the hell did you find it..” Tsukishima said, eyeing the large fruit with suspicion.
“Who cares! All I know is that it’s 50 percent off, I’m not missing this deal” Kuroo said, he held the hefty item with pride and walked over to the counter and paid for the items.
They ran through an abandoned parking lot with a old shopping cart and ran.
Until they reached a little park with green fields and flowers that stood still even as the air ran.
“Well doesn’t this look like it’s straight out of a fairy tale.“ Kuroo said in between heaving breaths.
They both dropped the items of food onto the luscious grass and dropped into the cool earth.
“Hey Kuroo.”
“Yeah” He shifted himself to listen to Tsukishima better
“Do you hate me?”
The wind howled filling in the enormous awkwardness between them.
“I’m not saying I dislike you.” Kuroo whispered. There was no need to talk in a normal tone, the place was quiet enough.
“Then do you love me?” Tsukishima whispered back. Sweat started to bead up on his forehead asking the intimate question. He closed his eyes in embarrassment, wishing that he would just fall into the now freezing ground.
There was too much silence, all Tsukishima heard was the fast beating of his heart.
Then he felt a tang of warmth on his right hand, then it fully covered it. Kuroo’s hot and sweaty hand, covering Tsukishima’s cold ones.
“I don’t know” Kuroo forced out of him, the response sounded cracked.
“Then do you like me?” Tsukishima said, this time he took the courage to look over to Kuroo. He had found that Kuroo did the same thing
“What are we, twelve?” Kuroo nervously grinned.
“The word seemed appropriate.” He responded back.
“It was a child’s question”
“But you gave me a child’s answer” Tsukishima shot back, obviously irritated.
“Well then, listen to this answer”
Tsukishima was all ears, waiting. His ears lightly brushed at the grass from beneath, “Still waiting”
“I hated you enough to love you.” Kuroo blurted out quickly. He grabbed his shirt as he uttered the words, probably wasn’t even audible.
“What kind of John Green horse shit is that.” Tsukishima laughed. He reached out to one of the many snacks they bought and stuffed it in his mouth.
“The hell! You wanted an answer, was it not cheesy enough?” Kuroo’s face was a mix of emotions that sent Tsukishima into a laughing riot.
“Calm down” Tsukishima coughed out. He grabbed a glass bottle and handed it to Kuroo who was still spouting out nonsense.
“My god” Tsukishima sighed. He moved forward and grabbed Kuroo’s face, “Shut up and drink, dammit.” Kuroo took a sharp inhale.
It smelled like potato chips, his second favorite brand. He moved forward, still in Tsukishima’s grasp. That scent of chips then hit him harder, he could taste it. Oil, sea salt and whatever he had been drinking before.
That kiss deepened, accidently.
No it hadn’t. That’s what Kuroo had thought.
The kiss deepened, period.
Tsukishima moved his warm hands into Kuroo hair, messing with it as their breaths touched each other’s cheeks.
The pleasant feeling of each other, made they’re night.
Note: My dear recipient, Happy Valentine’s Day to you, doll! This is my first ever IwaOi, and I really tried my best, so hopefully you will enjoy it. I took liberty with the prompt, because despite how easy your prompt seemed to be, I actually had difficulties with presenting something that would meet the requirements. Again, hopefully you will enjoy it. Best wishes! :)
Pairing chosen: IwaOi
Prompt chosen: Person A and Person B are childhood friends, Person A loves person B, Person B has a girlfriend
‘Iwaizumi-kun?’
Hajime looked up from his book; a really pretty, blonde girl was leaning against the door of his room, and she wore nothing but a pair of knee-high socks and a red and black T-shirt that was sizes bigger than her actual size. She had so many options to choose from, yet she chose this particular T-shirt – it would probably satisfied Hajime’s kinky bastard of a best friend-slash-flatmate.
It was the uniform of the national volleyball team of Japan, with the number four on it.
The girl was watching him intently – she easily got bored while waiting for her useless idiot of a boyfriend, and she tended to wander into Hajime’s personal space, trying to have small, meaningless talks with him. It wasn’t a bad idea, really, since they have known each other for quite a while now, and despite the fact that she was a supermodel and an idol, she was easy to approach and she was rather down-to-earth – still, Hajime would rather keep her at an arm’s length, because he knew what she didn’t.
This relationship wasn’t going to last forever – it’s been a bit more than four months now that she and that loser got together, meaning that she was one of the “record-long” dates that bastard ever had, but Hajime could already see the flaws of this relationship; the “dream couple” spent less and less times together, mostly due to the idiot’s practise regime, but she also had day-long shootings and castings.
But at least she was putting some efforts into this relationship; she tried to cook for her “love” and she visited them (much to Hajime’s chagrin) even late at night – to her credits, she has never overstayed her welcome, because she always knew when to leave. She also cleaned if she had nothing else to do while waiting for that idiot, and she tried not to disturb Hajime while he was studying. Overall, she was a really nice and kind-hearted girl, and she really, truly wanted this relationship to work out for them.
But despite her efforts, it was already a lost case, and Hajime had a feeling she knew it already; their relationship was more for the public than for themselves, they looked really good together and on the covers of the magazines – but that was all, and it was kind of sad.
Not like Hajime cared.
'He is late’, she said, probably as an attempt to start a small talk with Hajime, who was trying to avoid her ever since he let her in. 'I wonder what takes him so long…’
He is probably avoiding you, Hajime thought.
'He… doesn’t love me at all, right?’ The question came out of blue – not like Hajime showed any signs of being surprised; she knew that this love was fake, that their relationship was for the audience. 'I… I know it was a mutual agreement at first, but… I have really come to like him.’
A mistake on your part, was all Hajime thought, but he still didn’t say anything. Yes, they started dating because it was beneficial for them: she was a social network celebrity, the girl who was famous for her bikini- and bathroom-selfies (in nothing but her cute, lacy underwear-sets, from which everyone could see that she was a born model), so when they announced their relationship, she was suddenly wanted by the most prestigious model agencies and fashion houses – in exchange, she kept all the other fangirls away. However, Hajime knew that this was bound to happen; that she – just like all the other girls - would end up having feelings for his best friend, that she would want their relationship to be real.
That would never happen, and you know it.
'He doesn’t kiss me unless I ask him to do so. I don’t mind, but… I really care about him, and I… he told me to get a lover the other day.’
Then you should do as he said so. 'Mmm.’
'I can’t help wondering… does he have a lover? Someone he… likes? He wouldn’t tell me something like that unless he has something to… to hide from me. You… you are his best friend, Iwaizumi-kun, do you… know anything?
Of course – the you-are-his-best-friend-card, should I feel guilty or something?
'He doesn’t have time for a lover. He barely has time for anything but practise.’
'I know… Volleyball is really important to him, right?’
'It is.’
It has always been important to him – that, and a couple of other things you would never get to know about. Your relationship is just not strong enough. You are not enough.
'More important than me or you?’, she asked then, and Hajime closed his book. He stood up from his desk, and he started walking towards the tiny kitchen, but he stopped in front of her, finally looking into her dark brown eyes; she was really pretty, he had to admit, and it was probably the reason his friend chose her of all the girls – still, she was just the pretty part of the disguise, nothing more.
'He cares, you know. He should arrive soon, practise ended twenty minutes ago.’
She nodded – and that was when they heard the front door open; the idiot stepped into the apartment, a small but warm smile playing on his lips. He dropped his bag onto the floor and he opened his arms.
'Sorry for being late, darling.’
She let out a relieved laugh and jumped into his arms, hugging her boyfriend tightly; as she buried her face into the crook of his neck, he looked at Hajime over her shoulder – and the look in his eyes
'You made your lady wait, Shittykawa’, he said to his best friend, and he turned his back on the couple.
'Thanks for entertaining my lady, then, Iwa-chan.’
They soon disappeared into the other’s room, leaving Hajime completely alone; he could hear them laugh and they saw them kiss before the door closed behind them – a fake relationship, indeed…
He was still in the kitchen, waiting for the coffee machine to complete making coffee, when the door of the other bedroom open.
'See you soon, dear!’, Hajime heard her whisper.
Clack. Clack. Clack. She was in the tiny hall when she turned back, her eyes meeting Hajime’s. She offered him a small smile.
'Iwaizumi-kun… I thought you were sleeping.’
'Home assignments’, Hajime answered.
'Oh… I hope you can finish it soon – you should sleep, you know, all nighters aren’t fun.’ She shook her head, before she bowed a bit. 'Thank you for everything, you… really are a nice person, Iwaizumi-kun. Good night!’
'Take care.’
She froze, left hand already on the doorknob; Hajime has never said anything to her when she left, he usually acknowledged her by a nod or a short 'night’ or 'morning’, depending on when she visited them – it was probably the first time he said something like that to her. She looked at Hajime over her shoulder, and her initial shock was replaced by a bright, heart-warming smile.
'Thank you… I-I’m leaving then…’
She left, and Hajime turned back to the coffee machine; he knew this night was going to be a sleepless one, so the least he could do was to have a little caffeine in his system – he had to finish his essay, sure, but tomorrow wasn’t the deadline, so there was no need to rush the thing. He really didn’t want to submit some half-assed writings and then get a passing mark, because he wasn’t the type who wanted to “survive” - he was the type who enjoyed and aimed high, he had more in him than just a passing mark.
'Didn’t know you were worried 'bout her.’
Hajime didn’t look up; his coffee was ready, and he poured some into his favourite mug – he then took a sip, enjoying the bitter taste a bit, before he said anything to the other.
'Formality. That’s what it was; it’s dangerous to be outside this late, especially for a girl as pretty as she is.’
He meant it, but not like he cared about it; it wasn’t his job to ask her to stay, it was his boyfriend’s, who clearly didn’t want her to spend the night. His mother would be proud, though - she raised a gentleman, after all, even if he couldn’t care less about Tooru’s girlfriend.
'She deserves better, you know’, Hajime said, putting his mug down and turning around.
There was a tiny, sad smile on the other face, which made a curious contrast to his dishevelled look; his hair was messy and he was wearing a pair of boxers - and one of Hajime’s T-shirts. Oikawa Tooru, setter of the national volleyball team of Japan, who was – by all means – a lady’s man, was now nothing like the man on the cover of the magazines. There were no signs of his usually cheerful manners and the bright, warm smile; he was an ordinary man with handsome features and a body that was envied and desired by many people – this was the man Hajime has known since childhood. It was the Tooru he made friends with when they were five after a fight over a toy spaceship.
This was the Tooru he eventually fell in love with.
'Our relationship is a mutual agreement’, Tooru answered, and he took a step towards Hajime. 'She knows that I don’t feel a thing for her. I use her, and she does the same – just how else do you think she became this popular? She had to become my girlfriend to be this successful in her carrier; this is nothing but an agreement, Iwa-chan…’
'She comes over a lot. She cooks for you, using the ingredients I buy and she makes a mess out of our kitchen’, Hajime said, voice even and devoid of emotions. 'She is annoying, and she won’t leave me alone.’
'Sorry about that, I guess…’, Tooru murmured, as he pressed himself against Hajime, wrapping his arms around the other’s waist. Hajime’s breathe hitched in his throat, because Tooru’s hands found their way under the shirt Hajime was wearing. 'Should I break things off with her?’
'Do as you wish’, Hajime hissed, 'you shitty bastard.’
Tooru laughed at him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 'Do as I wish? Are you sure, Iwa-chan?’
'Shut the fuck up’, Hajime bit out, albeit without venom in his words; he loved this idiot a bit too much, he was so wrapped around Tooru’s fingers, it was almost pathetic.
Except, it wasn’t. Hajime couldn’t help feeling triumphant, because no matter who this idiot dated – strictly for the public, because all his fans really cared about was who his date was at the moment -, Hajime would always come first. He was Tooru’s first love, first kiss and first time – he was much more than just a casual friend for Tooru. He was also his life coach, his psychologist, his drinking buddy and the only constant point in Tooru’s hectic, chaotic life.
'I can smell her on you’, Hajime growled, because Tooru smelled like his usual self – his favourite menthol shampoo and body spray, mixed with the scent of the laundry detergent Hajime used while washing his clothes -, but with a hint of santal and something flowery around him.
'Then do something about it, Iwa-chan…’, Tooru tempted him in return, knowing full well just how his words were affecting Hajime, who groaned again, and finally, finally, crashed their lips together. Tooru smiled into the kiss first, then he laughed a little, just like he always did whenever Hajime’s possessive behaviour took over. Hajime really didn’t like sharing the one thing he loved the most, but he knew that he had to tolerate the girl – she was part of the disguise, after all, a shield that protected Tooru from even more girls. As long as she was there, no other women – or men – could approach Tooru, meaning that as long as Hajime could tolerate Tooru’s current girlfriend, this bittersweet little secret was safe. It really didn’t matter how much time she spent in their tiny apartment, because Tooru loved him back, and that was all that mattered.
Right now, the only thing he had to do was to make the foreign scent disappear – it was going to be a long and busy night…
His mug was left on the kitchen counter, forgotten, the coffee cold and bitter, because in the end, he didn’t need the caffeine in his system.
Omake
Hajime sighed, and put his leftover coffee into the microwave over; he mentally thanked himself for making coffee yesterday, because he kind of overslept, thanks to his idiot lover, who just wanted to spend “five more minutes” in the bed – five more minutes that turned into twenty-seven, which resulted in Hajime being late from his first course.
Great.
'Is she coming over today?’, he asked the moment he heard footsteps coming closer and closer to the tiny kitchen.
'Probably’, Tooru answered nonchalantly, wrapping his arms around Hajime’s waist, then kissing his cheek. 'I can always tell her not to.’
'Whatever’, Hajime replied, turning his head a bit so he could kiss his idiot properly. 'Be nicer to her, you are a terrible boyfriend.’
(Note: Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope that the fic is okay for you, I tried! It was an interesting prompt although looking at it now, I probably picked the worst one for Valentine’s Day. But still - enjoy!! )
Pairing chosen: Kuroo Tetsurou / Daichi Sawamura
Prompt chosen: Person A is dreaming of the first time they met Person B and they wake up crying because Person B has been dead for over a year.
Triggers: Death Mention
Kuroo had never believed in love at first sight. In fact, for the longest time, love itself seemed like it was simply a tale that was told to keep young kids hopeful. While there was the promise of falling in love, there was something to look forward to. Kuroo had stopped believing in such a concept somewhere in his second year of high school, when the girl he was dating told him she loved him. He broke her heart when he told her he didn’t feel the same, and spent the rest of the day feeling awful. At that point, love was a joke.
Through his final year of high school, Kuroo kept to himself. The handful of friends he had were the only people he ever saw. Girls would offer him gifts and he would politely decline. By graduation, his friends were all paired off and happy. He, by choice, was not.
Kuroo was pleased that college was right around the corner. He’d picked one based on their quality of education in his chosen subject rather than where there was ‘hype’. He’d finally decided to major in Culinary Arts, something that he had been interested in since he could work a cooker.
The move into his dorm was easy. Kuroo had very few sentimental objects that he could take with him, most of his memories were kept in the space of his bedroom, glances at pictures making them available to him wherever and whenever he wanted. Kuroo had always been practical. The items in his suitcase were essentials - clothes and shoes and bathroom products. He was a man of few luxuries because he’d never felt the need to indulge.
While falling in love had no longer been a goal of his, he had always been a strong believer in good things coming to those who waited. And if anyone was patient, it was Kuroo Tetsurou. He recalled the day his good thing came to him. He was sat in the library, surrounded by books that explained everything he’d need to know about cooking professionally.
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He’d been buried in a book about food hygiene, far too interested in how bacteria worked to notice that he had company.
“Probiotics are cool - it’s what I’m doing my presentation on.”
The voice made Kuroo jump. His book slipped from his hands and fell to the floor. He stared at it for a brief moment before his gaze settled on the person who was responsible for the sudden scare.
“Uh-”
“Kombucha tea is good for your gut, too.” Kuroo had not seen him before. He’d definitely remember such a face. With the soft features, the warm brown eyes and a smile that was barely there. The fact that this guy was mumbling about probiotics made Kuroo feel fuzzy. He hadn’t even realised that his company had picked up the book that he’d clumsily dropped.
He never struggled with words, not really. He’d always been a confident guy but that was around his friends. The people who already knew him inside out and accepted him for the person that he was. But right now, he’d felt slightly stunned.
“I feel like I’ve interrupted a serious thought process - please forgive me.” The boy stood up to leave, Kuroo stood up as well.
“I’m just thinking about probiotics.” The words came out stuttered and far too fast. He pulled a face as he thought about what he’d just said. But it got a laugh out of his company, which made him smile.
“I’ve got plenty of facts if you’re interested. I’m Daichi, but you can call me Sawamura.” Daichi extended a hand and Kuroo shook it politely.
“Kuroo.” He replied, pausing as their hands disconnected. “You can call me Tetsurou, if you want.”
“Tetsurou.” Daichi echoed. Kuroo liked the way it sounded coming from Daichi. They both sat back down.
For the next few hours, they managed to talk their way through a large number of topics. About cooking, about their plans after college, what they were going to do that evening, what life had been like in high school and the years before then. By the end of the conversation (and a good four hours later), Kuroo felt like he knew everything there was to know about Sawamura Daichi. And yet, he still wanted to learn.
It wasn’t until the librarian wandered over to let them know that they’d be closing for the day that they broke their chattering. They both gathered their things and stood, walking out of the library doors side by side.
“Sorry for intruding in your study time.” Sawamura’s cheeks were tinted pink. Kuroo smiled, shaking his head. Truthfully, he’d been grateful for the conversation.
“No apology necessary.”
“Then we should do this again?” It was a question, one that caught Kuroo off guard.
“Y-yeah, sure, definitely. Do you want to take my number?”
It was a silly question. They exchanged numbers and Sawamura walked with Kuroo until they reached his dorm (apparently Sawamura lived with friends off campus).
“I’ll text you, Tetsurou.” Sawamura promised. Kuroo had barely even made it through the door when he received a text from Sawamura. He grinned.
Kuroo Tetsurou didn’t believe in love at first sight.
But things changed.
–
Kuroo woke up with a jolt, the overwhelming sensation of falling forcing him to sit up. He was alone in his apartment, wrapped between his blankets. It was still dark, and a quick glance at his alarm clock told him that it was still too early to be awake. He ran a hand through his hair, which was damp with sweat.
Kuroo glanced down at the space beside him, the space where Sawamura had slept every night before the accident. The space which Kuroo never slept on, never touched, because Sawamura had always been particular about his side of the bed.
He hadn’t realised he was crying until he lifted his hands to wipe the sleep from his eyes. Today had been exactly a year since he’d lost Sawamura, and the days hadn’t gotten any easier. He had a jolting feeling that it probably never would.
"The Four Times Kenma Turned on Kuroo, and the One Time Kuroo Got Him Back"
From @nsfw-rian for @tobihos
Note: Hey, Happy Valentines Day!! I loved this prompt and it was so much fun to write! Hopefully I did the characters and this awesome prompt justice!
Prompt: NSFW) Person A and Person B make a competition to see who can go longer assed want to have sex/masturbate/etc… They both lose. kuroxkenma
Story
The 4Times Kenma Turned on Kuroo, and the One Time Kuroo Got Him Back
Kenma blinked away sunlight, which found it’s was through translucent curtains. He laid easily along Kuroo, still pajamaed backs plush. Stretching out with a sigh, he readjusted, frail hands tapping at the nubs on his PSP. The larger laid spread out on the floor, his head placed comfortably on crossed arms as he lazily flipped a page of the sports magazine he was scanning. Kuroo shifted slightly, “hey, Kenma?” he asked mildly straining his voice, clearly uncomfortable. Kenma grunted in acknowledgment, beginning to sit up out of his position. “No, it’s not that” Kuroo stated, encouraging Kenma to return to his original lounge. “What’s the longest you’ve gone without…ya know?” Kenmas body shook slightly as kuroo shook is hand in a vulgar, jerking motion. Upon realizing what Kuroo was getting at with his question, Kenma felt a moment of relief that Kuroo couldn’t see him, as a soft rouge spread across his face. “Longer than you” Kenma snorted, trying to be nonchalant about the invasive topic. “Well Bokuto said he went 7 days without anything; no sex, no jerking off, nothing, Akaashi and him had a bet. At first it seemed really easy to beat that record, but maybe not.” Kuroo explained thoughtfully. “I want to beat his record, but it would be boring to do it alone.” Kuroo stated, a cheeky smile clear in his voice, eyebrow raised seductively. The muscles in Kenma stiffened, understanding the intent of his boyfriend. “Kuroo, you could barely go a day without sexual gratification, how do you expect us to go more than 7 days?” Kenma sat up, slowly easing his way off of the larger mans back. “Think of it as a game!” Kuroo prompted. He ffroze, this is true, it could be a game for him, Kuroo knew exactly how to get to Kenma. Sighing, Kenma visibly gave in. There are few things Kenma would sacrifice an orgasm for, beating Kuroo was one of them. The blonde heavily exhaled “fine, you’re on” shifting on the floor to sit face to face with Kuroo, who gave his signature smirk. He knew how out of character this was for kenma. “We need rules” Kenma stated, pulling at a strand of hair and sitting cross legged his boxers riding up slightly. Resting his head onto his hands, Kuroo looked up thoughtfully at Kenma. “Ok, no touching yourself, no sex obviously.” “and the winner?” Kenma prompted. “Any fantasy the winner wants.” I Kuroo responded wickedly. Kenma flushed, his eyes going wide “Deal.”
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1.
The first day was easy to resist temptation, though it wasn’t necessarily difficult to turn Kuroo on. Light touches, and lingering stares did little to distract both from the original intent. It wasn’t until Kenma stood on tiptoes, reaching hopelessly at a bowl placed on shelf his fingertips scarcely grazed, that Kuroo almost broke. Kenma grunted lightly, his loose flannel rising above his hips with his stretch. His jeans slipped lower, exposing perfect imprints of Kuroos fingers staining Kenma’s pale hips. A surge of adrenaline bolted through Kuroo, his heart leaping as he stood innocently under the arch of the kitchen entry way. Kenma looked back, reading the excitement and discomfort in his boyfriend. He looked down at his waist and smirked, realizing what the love marks resulting from their nights before did to Kuroo. The larger ran his fingers through his thick locks pulling lightly and exhaling heavily while Kenma made large, innocent eyes over at his boyfriend. Kuroo swallowed thickly and moved, reaching up over Kenma to reach the bowl with ease. Kenma pushed lightly back against Kuroo, a movement so small it could have been taken as a shift in weight. The pressure was just enough to hitch Kuroo’s breathing; he feigned a cough and turned away quickly on his heel. Kenma snickered to himself, realizing the fun he could have with his new game. He adjusted his shirt, then smirked and pulled it back up, exposing his hip again.
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2.
Unexpectedly, it was Kenma to start the war between him and Kuroo. After seeing the reaction and blatant sexual frustration, Kenma felt the need to see just how far he could push his boyfriends buttons. It started with a simple accessory; a collar. The blonde smiled smally into the mirror upon looking at his reflection after securing the choker. The thick black band sat just a bit too tight across his adam’s apple where a little bell jingled. Kenma pushed a lock of hair behind his ear and continued through his day, waiting for Kuroo to return home from classes.
Hours later found Kenma hanging upside-down on a large, cushy, black chair, DS in hand; his boxers sliding up his legs due to the position. Socked feet patted a rhythm against the leather while a slip of pink tongue stuck out in concentration. Kenma’s focus was so incredible that Kuroo walking through the door went unnoticed until he called out “I’m home, pudding!” He stepped through the threshold and dropped his bag onto the carpeting next to the door; a habit Kenma engraved. Kuroo toed off his black canvas sneakers and flopped unceremoniously on to the opposing coach.
“How was class?” Kenma questioned lazily, pausing the game, though not making his interest in Kuroo obvious. His eyes shifted, waiting to gauge Kuroo’s reaction. When his cat like eyes reached Kuroo’s he met a pair of wide eyes. Kuroo’s mouth felt like cotton, his eyes locked intently on the leather collar bestowed on his boyfriend. “I- Umm it was g-good” Kuroo suffered out, a blush staining across the apples of his cheeks. When he finally convinced his eyes to pull away from the leather, he was met with a devilish smirk. It was obvious what Kenma’s intent was, and it was definitely working on Kuroo. The pride Kuroo has was almost out weighed by the frustration he felt. Trying to ignore the way his cock twitched when Kenma rolled his neck was one of the hardest things Kuroo ever encountered, being that it was now day 4 of this awful bet. Kuroo mentally kicked himself for even agreeing to this game, and naturally Kenma seemed unaffected by going four fucking days without any relief. Kuroo groaned and turned away, sulking and letting his pride take over the extreme will to bend Kenma over and fuck him into the chair. Kenma smirked and continued his game while Kuroo released and pained groan and sulked further into the couch. “This was your idea, remember?” Kenma prompted. Kuroo groaned and sulked further into the leather cushion.
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3.
Later that night, after Kuroo completed approximately an hour of moans, sighs and other sulking noises, which paired well with Kenma’s chiming of “this was your idea” and “you could just give in” the two agreed to a double date with Akashi and Bokuto. The group decided to take their evening out to a local italian restaurant. The sulking act Kuroo continued on until Bokuto and him were united, booming loudly at each other. Kenma and Akaashi shared an exasperated looking, relating due to their overly excited counterparts. Akaashi eyed the leather choker on Kenma and made a questioning gesture to his own throat, quirking an eyebrow. “Were saying who can hold out the longest” Kuroo explained in a quiet voice. “Hes making you do the bet?” Akaashi questioned knowingly. Kenma smiled and nodded “I think I’m having the easier time.” Kenma commented back. The four were seated and a loud banter continued on. When the food arrived, Kenma began his act. In his spot across from Kuroo, Kenma lazily reached his foot into Kuroo’s personal space. Kuroos leg jerked lightly as Kenmas slide up his pant leg, grabbing his eyes in a light stare. Kenma smirked and took a large mouthful of his pasta, sauce marking the corner of his mouth. To anyone else, it would appear like Kenma took too much food, nothing more. But to Kuroo, it was and over sexualized act of torment. Kenma continued, slurping and taking large mouthfuls of pasta, pushing kuroo more and more. It wasn’t until Kenmas tongue slipped our, lapping the sauce off of his spoon that Kuroo lets out an audible groan and shifts. Kenma smiled minutely, “ready to give in?” Kenma prompted, to which Kuroo fiercely shook his head. Akaashi let out a chuckle, to which Bokuto shot a confused glance, having missed something. “What did I miss?” Bokuto asked, humor in his voice. “They’re playing our game.” Akaashi explained coolly to him. “OH OH OH” Bokuto boomed, over whelmed with humor “give it up dude, it was more fun after I gave in.” Bokuto shook his head at his best friend while Kuroo pushed his face into his folded arms. Kenma laughed quietly, his hands running and pulling lightly at his partners hair.
After the meal ended, the pairs separated, Bokutos hand sat in Akaashis back pocket as the strolled away towards their apartment. Kenmas hand snaked into Kuroos, a natural state for the two at this point. Pulling lightly, Kenma looked up with big eyes “you know, we both could just give in a no one wins” he offered. Kuroo pursed his lips thoughtfully and looked down “maybe. But a few more days and i beat bokuto…” Kenma took this as an invitation to up his game. He gave a shrug, a small peck and then continued their walk home.
4.
Another day passed, making it now five days into this hellish endeavour. Kenma walked down the sidewalk of the downtown shopping district of the town where both he and Kuroo attended university, the cold February air nipping at his cheeks. With his hands shoved tight into his faded red nekoma sports jacket; a souvenir from his high school days, he walked past the average shops. It would be about another hour before Kuroo would be due home from practice. Suddenly, something caught Kenma’s eye; a long pair of thigh highs. Kenma smiled, knowing what a set of these would do to Kuroo. He eyed around lightly and stepped into the shop. After his purchase from a girl with a slightly suspecting look, Kenma returned on his way home. Once home, Kenma replaced his tight worn jeans with his old practice shorts and pulled the tights up to his thighs. The white ruffles rubbed against each other where his thighs touched and the light pink material was stretched taut. Little bows accented the outer edge, belts connected to a pair of matching silk underwear, which Kuroo would only see if he broke first. Kenma continued his day, feeling slightly rebellious and scandalous, going about his day around the house clad in his new attire. Around 15 minutes before Kuroo was due home, Kenma pulled out his graphic design homework and began working, sitting cross legged at their coffee table in their living room, his back to the door. When Kuroo walked in, he stood in the doorway, wary of what his punishment from Kenma would be today. The tension and frustration he’s been feeling was bubbling over him, and all day throughout his english class, Kuroo couldn’t sit still. Basically, Kuroo was in a state of constant sexual frustration; but in his defense 5 days without any gratification was extremely difficult, especially because the amount of sex him and Kenma had would make newlyweds blush. When Kuroo rounded the corner, already on edge, his jaw met the carpet. In front of him, Kenma sat cross legged on the floor in shorts too tight, and pink stockings clinging to mile long legs. His blonde locks tucked behind his ear, a pen was wedged between clenched teeth. “Oh, Hi” Kenma stated normally, looking up innocently at Kuroo. “Oh this is just unfair” Kuroo stated and groaned. Within seconds Kuroos hands were around Kenma, pulling him up to him, Kenmas legs instinctively wrapping his legs around Kuroos waist. Kuroo bit fiercely at Kenmas neck where the collar once was, his hands securing around his back. Kenma laughed breathlessly, overwhelmed by his boyfriend. Kuroo sucked angry marks down his neck, carrying him down the hall to their room. With a plop, Kuroo threw Kenma down. He stood, admiring him. Slowly, Kuroo crawled up over the smallers body. He kissed down his jaw and over the flesh over his neck. “So, I win?” Kenma said airly. “You play dirty” Kuroo responded. Kuroo kissed his way down Kenma, lifting the black tee shirt up over his head. Kuroo bit and sucked across Kenma’s chest until he got down to his navel. Rising slightly above the waist band of his practice shorts, Kuroo was met with a face of ruffles. Kuroos cock ached at the thought of what he knew was under those shorts. Kuroo groaned and looked up at a blushing Kenma. “You really play dirty.” he comment, Kenma snickered and pulled Kuroos hair “please” he begged. Kuroo pulled his own shirt up and over then pulled at Kenmas shorts. “Off” he stated. Kenma lifted his hips up, allowing the fabric to be peeled off of his body. Kuroo nipped at his hip bone, the spot where his finger print bruise was before the bet began. “I liked you better with the bruises” Kuroo whispered against the skin. His tongue lapped over the mark he left then placed a hand over the growing bulge in the pink silk panties. He kneaded lightly, pulling small gasps from the other. Kuroo slid the fabric down over the bulge with an agonizing pace, Kenmas dick springing free. With hunger, kuroo brought his mouth down to Kenmas dick, sucking lightly at the tip. He would have his revenge on Kenma in the best way. Kenma lay panting, pulling at Kuroos raven hair. Just when the pressure was almost too much, Kuroo stopped at removed his own pants and boxers. Once again, Kuroos eyes raked over the smallers body; this time though, Kenma was only clad in those pink thigh highs. Kenma laid on the bed, knees bent, propping himself up to watch Kuroo. “Don’t stop” Kenma begged, his erection sitting heavy and dark against his small stomach. Kuroo needed no motivation further, his hands ran up the stocking covered legs and spread them, revealing Kenma to him. With ease, Kuroo collected the condoms and lube. kuroo stroked himself lightly before covering his hand and beginning to work on kenma. At the first intrusion, Kenma clamped down, feeling the 5 days him and Kuroo felt separated. “Relax” Kuroo ordered from above. With his free hand, Kurok stroked Kenma; not enough to push him over, but just enough to keep him teetering on the edge. The two continued this way, with fingers and stroking and breathless names being whispered. Kuroo was painfully hard, but even in this state, he understood the importance of preparing Kenma right. “Now” kenma ordered, “please” he added softly. Kuroo nodded slightly frantically before sliding on the condom and coating himself with an excessive amount of lube. With a light push, Kuroos legs spread further, Kuroo sliding perfectly between them. “Ready?” Kuroo prompted, Kenma nodded. “Please, i’ve waited too long” Kenma said, revealing how difficult this past week was for him as well. Kuroo bit down and nodded before lining himself up and pushing in. At a burning and painstakingly slow pace, kuroo buried himself into Kenma. The two fit together flawlessly, and though both admired the other fully, the urgency was not lost. “Move” Kenma instructed, sliding himself and down lightly against the bed in an attempt to get Kuroos attemtion. Kuroo quickly understood and began thrusting, stroking Kenma in time. Within a few thrusts, Kenma screwed his eyes shit tight as Kuroo hit his spot dead on. Kenma inhaled sharply, pulling himself up, arms around Kuroos neck. Getting the message, Kuroo laid Kenma back down and began to pound in at the same angle, hitting his prostate every time. Within seconds, Kenma became a babbling mess, cum spilling over his and Kuroos chest. The way Kenma clenched down on him sent Kuroo falling over the edge sooner after. After a moment Kuroo pulled out and cleaned them both off using a discarded shirt. Once they were sufficiently cum free, Kuroo pulled kenma against his chest and kissed his hair lightly “I missed you” he whispered “I missed you too” Kenma replied softly. “Can we keep the stockings” Kuroo questioned into the panting harmony the two were creating. Kenma chuckled im responses and nodded lightly “Yes.”
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bonus
It was one week since Kenma had won their bet, and he was still plotting what fantasy he wanted to enact with Kuroo. He was in the middle of shooting down an enemy player, plotting what to do with him when he heard keys jingling in the door; Kuroo must be home. Just as his eyes shifted back to the screen, Kuroo stepped through the threshold of their house, toeing off his shoes and dropping his gym bag. Kenma looked over and felt overwhelmed. His eyes scanned, taking in the slightly damp raven hair, the way his white university shirt clung to Kuroos muscles, the red basketball shorts that fit a bit too well along his ass. Without thinking, Kenma stood up and walked to stand in front of Kuroo. “Hey kitten, hows your day-” Kuroos sentence was cut off abruptly by a pair of lips, demanding entrance. Soon, Kuroo had an arm full of Kenma as he once again wrapped his legs around Kuroo, kissing him roughly and desperately, but how
could he not be desperate when Kuroo looked that good! Kuroo responded to the touches and kisses and whispered into kenmas ear “guess I win too, huh?”
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!
Hope you enjoy, this was a ride to write so can I say thankyou for the amazing prompts and pairings, was so hard to pick what to go with. I hope you enjoy :)
Kuroo x Kenma
After a wild college party in which Person A gets completely wasted, Person A wakes up the next day naked in Person B’s bed. Person B swears nothing happened between them, but the incident has repercussions on their longtime friendship.
Slightly NSFW due to some heavy petting
Kuroo knew the moment he slowly became aware that the room he was in was unfamiliar. It smelt stuffy, of too many blankets and time spent in the four walls. But the bed, the bed that supported Kuroo’s aching, what-the-hell-did-I-do-last-night? form, was heavenly to say the least.
‘Mystery room is not so bad,’ Kuroo thought to himself as he curled up tighter, making the most of the comfort before he had to be properly awake and dealing with the hangover that was going to make the rest of his day of wakefulness miserable.
He didn’t expect to be pulling someone closer towards him with the movement. Someone small, and slender, and who’s back slotted perfectly against Kuroo’s bare check.
Skin to skin.
Kuroo froze up as the night before came back to him,
The air was heavy from too many people in too small a space. Loud music that shook Kuroo to his core. Drink after drink after drink that emptied and reappeared in his hands, gifts from smiling faces that all blurred together.
Blond hair, hiding it’s owner’s face as they leaned against the far wall. They seemed lonely, and Kuroo wasn’t having any of that when he himself felt as if he was on top of the world.
His large hand on the blond’s slight shoulder, feeling the way the smaller person tensed at the touch before looking up from their phone, and,
The most beautiful honey gold eyes Kuroo had ever seen,
Kuroo loosened his hold on the other, allowing his hands to explore a little. The mystery person had nice hips, and as Kuroo’s hands slowly made their way up, feeling the inhale and exhale, still slow, of the sleeping person who’s bed Kuroo was sharing, Kuroo found a flat chest.
'At least I know it’s a dude,’ Kuroo thinks to himself as he begins to doze off again, fingers still skimming over the chest and sides in slow, lazy patterns.
There’s a sudden hitch in the other person’s breath and Kuroo freezes his ministrations.
“Don’t stop,” Definitely male. His voice still rough with sleep, as he reaches one of his own hands up to rest on top of Kuroo’s, guiding Kuroo’s rough palms against his own body and shivering at the contact.
Kuroo opens his eyes a crack, thankful of the blinds and curtain combo that is keeping the room dim and bearable. The other man’s blond hair is spread out on the pillow beneath his head, while also obscuring his face, but leaving the back of his neck exposed. Kuroo takes this as the all the invitation he needs as he begins to place slow, opened mouth kisses the the pale expanse of skin, hearing how the other man sucks in a deep breath as he arches back against Kuroo, his ass grinding against the taller man’s crotch.
Now it’s Kuroo’s turn to let his breath out in a slow shudder. The smaller man continues to grind back against Kuroo.
“C'mon, please,” The stranger’s voice getting desperate, all traces of sleepiness gone.
“Somebody’s impatient,” Kuroo answers before he pulls himself upright, allowing the other man enough space to roll onto his back.
Blonde hair splayed around him like a halo.
Honey coloured eyes, glistening.
Pouty lips, slightly parted as he took quick shallow breaths.
He was,
“Kenma?” Kuroo sprang back, leaving the comfortable nirvana of the bed and ending up on the carpeted floor.
“Are you alright?” Kenma’s head reappears in Kuroo’s vision. His eyes now wide in shock.
“Yeah. Fine. Yeah, I am totally fine,” Kuroo rambles, tossing his head back and laughing so forced that he doubts even the deaf would ever buy it.
“You don’t sound fine,”
“I totally am. 100% fine. Do you know where my clothes are?” Kuroo begins to look around frantically, trying to discern his own clothes from the mess covered floor.
“In the wash. There was vomit. A lot of it.” Kenma wraps one of the blankets piled on top of the bed around himself and curls up against the wall closest to Kuroo, watching. “It wasn’t yours, by the way. Shouyou just can’t seem to learn that he can’t hold his liquor that well.”
“Shouyou?” Kuroo stops his search to look at Kenma.
“The friend who dragged me to that party.”
“You have friends?” Kuroo asked, genuinely curious.
“Unfortunately. But these ones don’t disappear off the face of the earth for four years.” Kenma throws out.
“Look, I’m-”
“I know that you moved, but-”
“Kenma, I-”
“You could have called, or messaged, or anything, but no. You left me. You left me in that miserable neighborhood with no one, and-”
“Kenma, I get it, but can we have this discussion when I don’t have an erection!” Kuroo snaps.
“Ah, oh, alright,” Kenma’s voice trails off and Kuroo can feel his eyes scanning over him.
“Can you not,” Kuroo grumbles as he pulls his knees to his chest, arms wrapped around the long limbs keeping them in place, to try and maintain what little dignity he had left.
Throughout his childhood, and even into his early high school years Kuroo could never remember a silent moment between him and Kenma being so awkward.
“Soooooo, university?” Kuroo asks.
“Same as you, hence being at the same party.” Kenma supplies.
“Cool. What’re you studying?”
“Screen Arts, specialising in screen writing while doing some programming courses online. You?”
“Nothing that flashy, physiotherapy.”
“Should’ve known, you’re good with your hands.” Kenma had the gall to sound teasing.
“Dear god,” Kuroo groans, trying his best to anywhere but Kenma’s smug face.
“So. Why did you stop?”
“Wha-?”
“Was it so bad that it was me?” The tone reminded Kuroo of all the reassurances he had supplied to Kenma over their childhood, telling the other boy that everything was fine, that he wasn’t a burden, that they were friends,
“No, it’s,”
“It’s what?”
“Weird. You’re Kenma, the kid who was my neighbour and childhood friend and,”
“And?”
“And I thought I’d at least be a decent enough guy to sleep with you sober, okay!”
“So you’re weird because you think we fucked last night?” Kenma puts bluntly, not looking the least bit impressed.
“Well, yeah?”
“We didn’t.”
“Really?”
“Unless your ass feels like it took a pounding, we didn’t. Can you stop being weird now?” Kenma’s tone was almost pleading.
“On one condition.”
Kenma nodded.
“Can I get your number so that once I find my clothes, and get some sleep and a shower, I can take you out for coffee or something? I feel like we have a lot of proper catching up to do.”
“Better late than never, idiot.” Kenma mutters but Kuroo can still see the smile that creeps across the blond’s face.
Hello! I’m yam-so-sweet (previously dorkcomplex! I kinda forgot that I needed to keep my name the same…) and your valentine’s fic exchange partner! Woo! I’ve never finished a pairing fic before so I’m quite proud of myself. I hope you like it! I’ve also never really written serious kissing…I usually just kinda, pan away to the fireplace kinda thing you know? So I hope that’s okay, or better than okay aha. Additionally, I hope you like the pairing and prompt I chose. Kiyoko and Yachi are just far too adorable to resist and the prompt was also so very adorable that I couldn’t help but put them together aha. And finally, the title is (well sort of) a Les Mis joke. More of reference really. Anyway, you likely won’t understand it and I’ll isolate you with the title so that’s a great start. Nah, I promise there’s no other reference to Les Mis in the fic at all aha. Okay, I’ll leave you to hopefully enjoying it now! Oh and there’s no like, nsfw stuff cause I mean if I’m bad at writing kissing imagine anything else dude like…it’d be so awkward and terrible dear god. Anyway. Do come talk to me afterwards, I wanna hear all the stuff. Especially if you find mistakes cause I tried very hard to rid it of them but I don’t have an overly keen eye so I mean. Okay, I hope you enjoy it!
Paring – Kiyoko and Yachi
Prompt – Person A dancing and playing in the rain, while person B keeps worrying they’ll catch a cold and trying to get person A under their umbrella. –SFW
Words: 1804
- A little fall of rain. -
With much less death and sadness. None actually.
Each raindrop striking the earth alone could not create the cacophony of noise surrounding the two girls at that particular moment. It could only be the most concentrated form of team work found in nature. Water rapidly and continuously falling to the earth and bringing with it the scent of the earth’s dry surface regaining moisture for the first time in a long while. It would always be a beautiful sight to behold. The gutters filling with dirtied water, rushing down into the drains. Cars swooping past, every turn taken with more precaution than the last as the danger of their manufactured world failing against nature’s simplest occurrences weighed heavily on the drivers minds.
Two young girls were standing on the concrete steps and listening to the rain beat down upon the tin roof above them. Drowning out the sounds of their team tidying up inside the warmed gym behind them. They stood with their hands interlocked, watching the dirt slowly morph into mud.
“Oh!” The smaller of the girls exclaimed, shrugging her shoulders to inch off her backpack. She withdrew her hand from the black haired girl and spun to crouch before her bag, “It’s raining. I wasn’t sure if it was going to this week so I brought an umbrella just in case but I bring one everyday anyway because you never really know when it’s going to rain.” She rifled through her belongings with twitching fingers, searching through the entire contents of her bag with increasing urgency.
“Or I thought I brought it with me? Oh no I must’ve left it in the clubroom! Well, Hinata would have but I lent it to him last week and I should’ve asked him for it earlier anyway, I’ll just go get it. Please excuse me, Kiyoko-san.” With a low bow the blonde girl rushed off, back into the gym to enquire after her umbrella.
Kiyoko had hummed in agreement but was already wandering out into the rain, peering up at the sky and allowing a small smile to grace her features. Her glasses were already covered in raindrops and she knew it would prove futile to rid them of it. Shoving them up her slippery nose Kiyoko began to slowly spin in place, her skirt spread out slightly, the material not generating as much spread as she’d like. It wasn’t as satisfying as the films made it out to be and she slowed to a stop.
Already her jumper and shirt were soaked through and there wasn’t a patch of skin free of the rain. Droplets were running down her back and dripping from her chin and nose. Her hair was plastered to her head and she ran a wet hand through it, spiking up her fringe.
“I got the umbrella Kiyoko! Sugawara already had it to give to me.” Yachi rambled as she bounded out of the gym doors for the second time that evening. She hadn’t yet raised her eyes above ground level and was more fixed upon opening the umbrella than her surroundings. When she finally managed to jerk the umbrella upwards and into working order, Yachi looked up expecting to see her bemused girlfriend but was disappointed.
“Kiyoko? Where’d you – Oh! Kiyoko! Get out of the rain! What are you doing?” Yachi cried, rushing out to greet her girlfriend. Umbrella tightly clutched in her fist as she tried to include the smiling girl in the protection. The taller girl ducked out from beneath the umbrella and spun away, laughing lightly as Yachi hurried after her with panicked exclamations about her health.
“Please Kiyoko-san, come under here! You’ll catch a cold!” The smaller girl chased after Kiyoko, often stretching out the umbrella in an attempt to cover her whilst the taller teen danced around her, ducking and dodging the umbrella’s protection with laughter of increasing volume.
The pair continued like this. Kiyoko swerving and twirling about in the mud, her socks dirtying greatly as the mud splashed up around her due to her quick movements. Kicking through the mud as she danced circles around her frazzled girlfriend who adamantly followed Kiyoko with her umbrella. Protecting no one while she attempted to shield Kiyoko from the rain.
“Come on Kiyoko! I don’t want you to get sick! What if you get the flu? That can be deadly! It can be really deadly, and I won’t be allowed to see you if you have the flu. You’ll be locked up in your room all alone and I won’t be able to come see you so I’ll have to sneak in and you know how clumsy I am! I’ll fall over on your roof and then just fall right off and break my neck and then you’ll be sick and sad and I’ll be dead and-”, Yachi fretted, nibbling on her bottom lip nervously. Kiyoko paused in her dancing and maintained her smile sparked by quiet amusement.
“Yachi.” She spoke, interrupting Yachi’s possibly endless series of improbable future events.
Kiyoko slipped one hand behind Yachi’s back and gathered the shorter blonde into her warm embrace. Shielding her from the rain with more success than the umbrella could ever dream of and more love than a roof could ever deliver. Yachi peered through her upper eyelashes at Kiyoko, pulling back slightly and once again letting the rain run through her hair as she soaked in Kiyoko’s light, peaceful expression. Perking up, onto the tips of her toes, Yachi snaked an icy hand behind Kiyoko’s neck and brought her down to meet her lips.
It was a sweet kiss. Gentle and slow, innocent and filled with adoration for each other. Their bodies pressed as close as they could manage while still maintaining contact with their lips. The water continued to flow between their faces, coating Kiyoko’s glasses in a thorough sheen of droplets that she had yet to notice. The thin rimmed spectacles slid down her nose as she pressed her cold lips harder into Yachi’s own. The rain was cold but together the icy touch shifted to the heat of a midsummer storm.
The petite blonde gasped lightly, Kiyoko’s hands and wandered and slipped up beneath Yachi’s jumper, cold fingers pressing against her soft skin. Kiyoko then slipped her tongue between Yachi’s lips which was met with a hushed sigh of pleasure.
Yachi let the yellow umbrella that she once clutched so defiantly fall, still in her grip but hanging on by her fingertips. Both girls were stood in the rain, exchanging their love for each other through quiet gasps and sighs while the elements roared around them and the rain cloaked them from the world’s view as it fell harder than ever.
Kiyoko pulled back, breathless and grinning. She pulled her hand from beneath Yachi’s jumper and placed it on her waist, intertwining their fingers on the other hand. Yachi placed a hand on Kiyoko’s upper arm, letting the umbrella drop as she chose to grasp onto the taller girl’s shoulder instead. Kiyoko raised their entwined hands and began an unco-ordinated, passionate, ballroom dance. Flinging the two of them back and forth while soaking in the loud, carefree laughter flowing from Yachi in waves. Kiyoko, too, began to laugh.
The pair of young girls, laughing wildly as the rain soaked them to the bone. Dancing about in the mud with flushed cheeks and twinkling eyes. Twirling and dipping the other so low their hair brushed the muddy earth, just to be pulled back up into the others loving embrace.
When Yachi pressed her forehead into Kiyoko’s opposite shoulder Kiyoko began to slow. Rocking them back and forth, rotating in a much smaller circle. The two girls pressed so close the rain could scarcely find a route between their two bodies as they danced.
Wrapped in each other’s arms they swayed to the music no one else could hear but them. While no one could claim the world silent at that moment, it certainly didn’t seem as loud as it had before, enveloped in their own safe little world.
If it were a movie, the camera would have slowly begun to pull away from the close up, already having captured the pure, unfiltered love pouring from the expressions of both girls and taking in their abject surroundings. The mud covered ground upon which they stood. The umbrella rapidly collecting water in its upturned state. The gymnasium roof, water rushing down the poorly tiled construction and gathering in the overflowing gutters. It would continue to pan, softly away from the pair, making them smaller and smaller. Making them seem as though they were nothing compared to their great surroundings. Only two girls, stood in the rain, consumed in their adoration for the other. Unperturbed by their surroundings. For all they needed at that moment was stood before them, pressed against them, and utterly, irrefutably in love with them.
But the tranquility must end, and was ended most decidedly by Yachi when Kiyoko couldn’t disguise her sneeze fast enough.
“Ah! See, I knew it! You’re getting sick! Come on, we have to go inside now. The umbrella is useless now, come on.” Yachi spun and attempted to drag the other girl away, back inside the gym but Kiyoko pulled her back.
“Why don’t we just run back to your place? We’re already soaking and we can watch a movie there.” Yachi appeared unconvinced, edging towards the gym again with a viper like vice on Kiyoko’s wrist. Kiyoko sighed and continued, “And then you can wrap me up in as many blankets as you like and feed me however many different soups you deem necessary.”
Yachi released her lip from between her teeth and grinned at Kiyoko, still gripping onto her wrist, Yachi began to run towards the gate, dragging the older girl behind her when she was stopped again with a laugh.
“Your bag? Your umbrella?” Kiyoko questioned, eyebrow arched and amusement dancing across his features.
“Oh, right.” Yachi laughed and hurried back beneath the shelter, scooping up her bag and slinging it over her shoulders. She rushed towards the umbrella and tipped out the water that had gathered within it. Seeing she was struggling to pull it closed again, Kiyoko lifted the umbrella from her grasp and yanked it shut in one fluid motion.
“I’d be useless without you.” Yachi sighed, taking back the umbrella and her girlfriend’s hand.
“No, you’d just be a little lost but you always find your way. I just like to help.” Kiyoko smiled, the two paused and smiled at each other before taking off towards the gate and out into the streets. Yachi already consumed with the inner workings of her kitchen and which soups she had, or if she even had any soup. Oh god, did she not have soup?
Note: Hey there! I hope you like this fic I wrote for you, since I enjoyed writing it quite a lot! I loved all of the pairings in your list, but I’m afraid I have a really soft spot for daisuga (my ultimate otp) and plus I thought this story fits Daichi and Suga so well. Although I chose this prompt, I totally loved your cosmetology major prompt! I definitely have some oisuga headcanons in store for this prompt and I’d love to share them with you some day! Hope you enjoy it uvu <3
Pairing: Daisuga
Prompt: you’re the receptionist at the company my company just bought out and I’m here with my partners for the merger meeting so I feel awkward asking you out for coffee, but here I am asking you out for coffee.
“Kuroo, I’m running a bit late.” Daichi panted, his phone pressed to his shoulder as he frantically motioned at a passing taxi. “I’ll be there in ten minutes, twenty tops. Keep them busy”.
He hung up the phone before Kuroo had a chance to even reply, cursing at yet another taxi that went right past him, completely ignoring him. He struggled to keep the anxiousness that gnawed his stomach at bay, the stress of having to run a new department completely by himself was already overwhelming, and now he was late for his first day. What a lasting first impression he would make, arriving late, all flustered up, his clothes dishevelled and enormous bags under his eyes.
Putting his phone back in his overcoat’s inner pocket, Daichi took a moment to breathe deeply. He put his hand up again, praying to any and all gods that this taxi was unoccupied. Someone up above seemed to finally take pity on him, as the taxi slowed down significantly before coming to a halt right in front of him. He gathered his things and jumped aboard, happy that luck was finally on his side.
He told the driver where to, and reclined in his seat. His mind was swarming with numbers and data as he watched the view from the window. He had been appointed to be the chief executive officer of his company’s newest branch, which just so happened to be located in Miyagi, his home town. It was all so familiar, even after all these years. A smiled tugged at the corners of his mouth; it felt good to be back.
But fond memories of his youth weren’t enough to outweigh the churning of his stomach. He kept glancing at his clock, simultaneously wishing the time would go slower and his driver faster.
He had had several meetings at the new office, but none with the importance of this one. This was the first time he would officially meet the staff. And, as luck would have it, this was exactly the one meeting he would show up late to.
He rubbed his temples, frustrated with himself. He should have double-checked his alarm was turned on, it would have spared him the panic of waking up with only thirty minutes to eat, get dressed, and head to work. He should have also made sure he had actual clothes to wear the previous night, instead of rushing to his laundry basket to pick up the least smelly and more presentable shirt, drowning it in deodorant and cologne.
Daichi clicked his tongue as the car went past a coffee shop. With his rush, he hadn’t had the chance to have his usual morning coffee. What he wouldn’t give for a warm cup of the brown nectar.
Realizing he was close to the office building, he shifted in his seat. Casting a quick glance at the rear-view mirror, he took a quick sniff of his armpits; his luck today was bad enough, he wasn’t taking any chances. Thankfully, he wasn’t stinking.
Taking out his phone, he opened up the camera, flipping it into front-view. After making sure his hair was tamed, he put his phone back into the coat’s pocket. He was late, but at least he looked good.
The taxi cut through the corner at the end of the street where Daichi’s department was. And before he knew it, he had traded the warmth of the car’s interior for the cold harshness of the building’s entrance.
Its height was impressive, not at all comparable with Tokyo’s skyscrapers, but it was higher than most buildings in Miyagi. It was covered with windows, and its straight lines gave it a modern, yet austere, look.
Daichi straightened his back and inhaling deeply, he walked past the automatic doors.
Forcing himself to not haste his step, Daichi walked past the waiting area filled with comfortable-looking couches, right to the elevators. His meeting was in the biggest conference room of the building on the 4th floor.
“Sir?” A small voice called out. “I’m afraid the elevators are for the company’s personnel only”.
Daichi turned around. The voice he heard belonged to the receptionist that, in his rush, he had completely ignored.
“Oh, I am so sorry-” He blinked. The receptionist was looking at him with slight confusion in his eyes. His gorgeous light brown eyes. Daichi cleared his throat rather roughly. “I’m sorry. I’m Sawamura Daichi, I’m afraid I’m running a bit late for the meeting”.
The receptionist’s eyes widened. “I didn’t recognize you, I’m so sorry-”
“-No, no! It’s okay.” Daichi lifted both his hands to appease the distressed man, offering him a small smile.
The man made his way behind the reception desk to shake Daichi’s hand. “Still, I should have known you were my new boss”.
Daichi didn’t know what struck him first: the dimples in the man’s cheeks when he smiled, or that cute mole right underneath his left eye.
With his hand still around the receptionist’s, Daichi found himself lost for words. They looked at each other for a moment.
“I’m sorry, I should introduce myself. My name is Sugawara Koushi”.
It took him a moment before he realised he was supposed to say something back.
“Sawamura Daichi.” The man’s smile was way too gorgeous for his taste. “Are you coming up to the meeting as well?”
“Yes.” Sugawara clapped his hands. “In fact, we should go now. Everyone’s waiting”.
Nodding, Daichi let himself be led by the cute receptionist to the elevator, standing slightly behind him as they waited for it. He tried his hardest not to let his eyes drift south. This was his first day, he would not have a sexual harassment complaint filed against him. Even though Sugawara’s ass was positively sinful.
He quietly ushered inside, rummaging his mind for anything he might say that wouldn’t be too awkward. He decided to keep his mouth shut since all that he was able to come up with were pathetic variations of ‘Hey, I know I’m your new boss, and this is totally inappropriate, but you’re really cute, do you want to go grab coffee with me? Pretty please?’
And then, “So.” Daichi’s gaze met Sugawara’s. “How is it like being the boss of something?”
If it weren’t for the soft smile that graced Sugawara’s mouth, he would have thought that his words had some venom behind them; but it was just a genuine question. He felt his lips mirror Suga’s smile.
“It feels like being handed way too many responsibilities.” Suga nodded in understanding.
“You know,” his pale hand rose to brush a stray ashen lock behind his ear, his brown eyes focused solely on him, profound and alight, “we are all very thankful for what you did for us”.
He was taken back; he wasn’t quite expecting that. It was true that Daichi had struggled really hard to keep the company’s previous employees, despite his boss’ advises. It just felt cruel to him, laying off all the previous staff for no particular reason. So he fought to keep every single one of them, arguing that it would cost the company a lot less than to just hire a completely new staff.
He scratched the back of his head, “Thank you.” Their eyes locked. “It was the least I could do, Sugawara”.
“I think you can call me just Suga.”
The elevator’s doors opened up before them, the small panel flashing the number four, but neither of them moved. Daichi was entranced in the small tilt of Sugawara’s sumptuous pink lips, and the contrast between his fair skin and the small beauty spot on the top of his cheek. He swallowed; the man was so beautiful, how on earth was he going to survive working here with someone like him around.
“Suga.” He tried the name, feeling it run smoothly on his tongue. “I like that”.
Daichi could see the dimples forming on Suga’s face as he smiled, the corners of his eyes wrinkling.
Crap. That was so not fair.
Daichi felt a sudden surge of blood to his face, heating up his cheeks, as he stared at the other man, his mouth ajar.
The elevator doors had long closed, secluding them from any interruptions. They were alone in the small elevator, and maybe it was that, or maybe it was the extra blood in his head - currently reddening his entire face - that prompted him to speak so hastily, without any chance to catch his tongue.
“Willyougooutwithmeforcoffee.”
Suga blinked at him.
“I-I mean! Not if you don’t want!” Daichi trained his eyes on the ground, feeling even the back of his neck heating up. “Or-or if you’re uncomfortable with that. I totally get it, besides I wanted to treat you to a cup of coffee only for professional reasons, of course!!” He heard a soft chuckle. His eyes shot upwards, finding a gleeful Suga almost doubling over with laughter. “Okay, definitely not for professional reasons. I’m-” he sighed “I’m sorry, okay? That was very unprofessional of me."
Suga look at him from the corner of his eye, an amused smile on his lips. "It certainly was”.
Daichi wanted to die. Why did he think that was a good idea, for Christ’s sake. Asking out your subordinate on the first day? He knew better than that; even if said subordinate had a smile as radiant as starlight.
Stealing a quick glance of Suga, he decided, "This is awkward, I’ll just leave.“ He pressed the button to open the doors. "Hope you have a nice day-”
“-I’d love to”.
He reeled back around, catching Sugawara’s small smile grow into a wide grin, his eyes closing and his teeth flashing. Daichi couldn’t help but feel flabbergasted, his erratic pulse increasing in speed.
He wet his lips. “What?”
“I’d love to go out for coffee with you, Sawamura Daichi.” He walked past Daichi, out of the small space they stood in and onto the corridor. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder. “Are you coming?”
Daichi didn’t miss the underlying devious tone to Suga’s voice, or the mischievous glint of his eyes. And righting himself, he followed Suga onto the conferences room, wondering if he knew what he had just gotten himself into.
To whoever my reciever might be - First off, an apology is definitely in order here. I was short on time and this fic is short, but I still hope you like it! Also, I kind of deviated from the prompt a little bit, but I hope that’s okay ;_; Happy Valentine’s Day!
Pairing: Bokuaka
Prompt: Person A starts to receive sticky notes in front of their locker door. They irk him at first but later guiltily admits that it’s cute and very heartwarming, though he has no idea who sends them. One day after practice ends, he caught the sight of Person B stealthily slipping a confession letter into his locker.
***
You have really pretty eyes.
That was the message scrawled in huge, messy, purple letters on the hot pink sticky note stuck to Akaashi’s shoe locker. It was stuck on at an awkward angle, and it looked like it could fall off any second. Akaashi noticed it all too easily.
He had no idea what it meant, although he had a sneaking suspicion as to what it would lead up to. But if it actually was a love confession, like he thought it would be, an entirely different question arose: Why? And, more importantly, why him? Akaashi was proud to be one of Fukurodani Academy’s most normal students - not like that was really a hard distinction to achieve here at Owl High - but it also meant that he was fairly uninteresting most of the time, which was fine. People didn’t talk to him too often, and he didn’t mind not being noticed; rather, he enjoyed it. It meant he could spend his breaks between classes in peace, reading or studying or just staring out the window. And while he was sure there were people out there who liked that kind of person, there were other people even in his own class who would make much better boyfriends. He would probably be too busy with volleyball for dates, what with being the vice captain of a powerhouse team and all.
With a frown, Akaashi grabbed the sticky note off the locker and started to stuff it in his bag. He’d look at it later, after practice.
“Hey, Akaashi!” Konoha’s footsteps preceded him, and he lightly punched Akaashi in the shoulder as he passed by. “What are you up to?”
“Nothing much.” Akaashi took his school shoes off and put them in the locker.
“Really?” Konoha looked at the tiny burst of pink sticking out of Akaashi’s bag. “What’s that?”
“This?” Akaashi took the sticky note out and examined it again. Everything was exactly the same as it had been. “It’s nothing.”
“Hm?” Konoha leaned over to read the note, eyes wide as he read. “Ooh, Akaashi! Somebody likes you!”
“I figured that much.” Akaashi shrugged.
“Isn’t that exciting?” Konoha laughed, walking towards the door. “See you in a few!”
“Bye.” As Konoha left the school building and walked toward the gym, Akaashi looked at the note one more time, still completely perplexed. After a few seconds, he put it back in his bag again, making sure to put it in a compartment with a zipper.
Once Akaashi had changed in the club room and got to practice, he was relieved to find that there was nothing weird about that. Bokuto was just as lively as usual, maybe even more so, which distracted Akaashi from the note somewhat. He didn’t particularly like the drills that were in store for today, but he didn’t really care. It was normal.
By the time practice ended, the weird pink sticky note and the message scrawled on it had been pushed out of Akaashi’s mind entirely.
***
You can do anything if you put your mind to it.
When Akaashi was about to leave school for practice the next day, there was yet another note waiting on his shoe locker. It was on the same kind of hot pink sticky note, with the same large messy handwriting, although the ink was blue this time instead of purple. Not like that mattered.
Last time, Akaashi was just confused, but now he was confused and ever so slightly annoyed. He still had no idea where all this was coming from - no one he knew seemed especially embarrassed today, or really seemed different at all.
He took the note again and stuffed it in his bag, in the same pocket as the one from yesterday. They were a pair now. A pair of cryptic, confusing messages that Akaashi had no idea how to interpret. He only hoped that whoever was writing them would reveal themselves soon.
“Hey, Akaashi!” Just as Akaashi was about to leave the building and head off to the club room, he turned around to see Bokuto jogging up behind him.
“Hello, Bokuto-san.” Akaashi stopped to let him catch up.
“So, what have you been up to lately?” Bokuto asked with a grin. “Been doing anything interesting?”
Akaashi shrugged. “Studying.”
“That’s not interesting!” Bokuto put his hands on his hips and pouted.
“Then I guess I haven’t really been doing anything.”
“Akaashi!” Bokuto frowned. “You have to do something interesting once in a while!”
“I guess volleyball is interesting enough.”
“Yeah, but you do that every day!” Bokuto chuckled. “We should all do something together outside of practice sometime, like with the team. That would be fun, right?”
“Depends on what we’d be doing, but yes, I suppose it would be pretty fun.” To be honest, Akaashi barely knew anything about the other third-years besides Bokuto. He’d never had the time to talk to them, since practice was so busy all the time. Though he didn’t really know it, he was looking forward to an opportunity to get to know everyone better. He was the team’s superstar setter, as Bokuto often called him, but he was usually more distant from the rest of the team than he cared to admit.
“Cool.” Bokuto grinned again. “You’re the vice captain, after all, we should plan it together!”
“Bokuto-san, do I seem like the type of person who’s good at throwing parties?” Akaashi asked.
“Nope, but you do seem like you could pull it off if you put your mind to it.” Bokuto wrapped an arm around Akaashi’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s go, we’re gonna be late!”
You could pull it off if you put your mind to it. Akaashi couldn’t help but connect that to the note he’d gotten just a few minutes ago. The wording at the end was even exactly the same. But even so, Akaashi just shook his head and brushed it off as a coincidence. But as he walked over to the club room, he kept wondering if Bokuto had any kind of connection to the note.
***
The next day, Akaashi tried to get to his shoe locker right after school ended, just to see if there was another note, and more importantly, to see if he could catch the mysterious writer. He assumed that their class was on one of the lower floors of the school, which made it easier for them to rush out and post the note up before Akaashi could get downstairs. He wondered if they also knew that his class was on the top floor.
But when Akaashi ran in, he wasn’t expecting what he ended up seeing, and frankly, even if he was expecting it, he couldn’t have been ready for it.
“Bokuto-san, what are you doing?” Akaashi asked, taking one tentative step after the other towards his locker, which Bokuto was standing directly in front of.
“N-nothing!” Bokuto instantly turned around, putting his hands behind his back with a grin as he tried to stand right in between Akaashi and his locker.
“I kind of need to get to my locker, Bokuto-san.” Akaashi crossed his arms.
“No, you don’t!” Bokuto turned back around. “I can get your stuff for you if you want!” He clearly didn’t notice the conspicuously red pen he was holding was right in Akaashi’s view.
“Bokuto-san.” Akaashi walked over and lightly shoved Bokuto out of the way, revealing none other than a pink sticky note on the locker. There were two words written on it: I like. He was clearly in the middle of writing something more. “That was you?”
“Yes?” Bokuto sighed. “I was hoping you wouldn’t find out.”
“Why not?” Akaashi asked, “I would have found out eventually.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Bokuto frowned. “But I wanted to surprise you better!”
“Well, I don’t think there’s much to do about it now.” Akaashi held the sticky note up in front of him. “But if you do want to surprise me, you can tell me what you were about to write down.”
Bokuto froze, his face getting paler by the second. “Well, uh, I -” He stuttered over a few more words before he looked down at the ground. “I’ve only ever seen you smile three times, but it looks nice.” He chuckled nervously. “I like a lot of things, actually.”
“Oh.” Akaashi paused for a second, trying to process all of the information before he cracked a smile. “You’re funny, Bokuto-san.”
“Or you could say I’m a real hoot, couldn’t you, Akaashi?” Bokuto just grinned again.
Akaashi rolled his eyes and got his shoes out of his locker, putting the third note back into his bag. It didn’t matter that it only had the words I like written on it. That was really all he needed.
Title- Cafe of Cuteness
Note- Hello! Hope you have a lovely Valentines! You had some awesome prompts, so I wrote one and my friend wrote another for you! Hope you enjoy it!
Prompt- “you’re sitting in front of the only plug in this entire coffee shop and not using it. I don’t care how attractive you are, I’m sitting at your table because i need that plug.”
Pairing- Kenma x Hinata
Kenma’s eyes were focused on his game, fingers moving between all the buttons. His mum had told him to get some fresh air and get off the game for once, so to appease her, he took his game to the nearest cafe and found a seat in the corner of it. He’d go home in an hour and she would get off his back.
Kenma usually spent a lot of time on his game, but since buying the new Xenoblades Chronicles, he’d only come off it for his classes, and even then he’d sneak it out whenever he could. He watched the cut scene with his entire attention, waiting for the inevitable boss battle between Shulk and the faced Mechon.
That was when he noticed the red flashing light at the bottom of his 3DS. He eyes widened and a jolt of panic went through him as he tried to remember if his charger was in his backpack. He hurried to check. Thankfully, it was. Now he just needed to find somewhere to charge it. Kenma spent a lot of time at this cafe, so he knew just where the plugs were, well, plug. The entire cafe only had one plug and if he was lucky, there’d be no one sitting there…
Shit, someone was sitting there. Not just anyone, either, a cute someone. Kenma could feel his cheeks flush as he watched the boy take a sip of his drink, before jumping back, exclaiming how it burnt him. The boy poked his tongue out, eyes crossing in an attempt to see if his tongue had been burned.
Kenma tugged slightly at his hair as he looked at the boy. Kenma had died his hair to get it blond and then couldn’t be bothered to keep it up, but that boys orange hair was either very recently dyed (and well looked after) or natural. Kenma kind of hoped it was natural, it was more endearing.
He remembered the flashing red light indicating that his 3DS was going to go flat any second now and decided that nerves be damned, he needed that spot. He walked towards the boy, shoulders hunched over slightly.
“Um, excuse me,” Kenma said, watching the boy quickly pack his tongue away and look up. “I need the plug; may I sit here?”
“Ah, yeah!” The boy jumped up, “no one’s sitting here, so feel free!”
“Thank you,” Kenma mumbled. He pulled his charger from his backpack and plugged it in. Once the red flashing light had stopped, Kenma’s panic stopped. He then remembered that he was sat by a complete stranger and panicked once again.
“What are you playing?” The boy asked, pulling his chair around to be by Kenma’s. “I’m Hinata Shouyou, by the way.”
“Kenma,” he mumbled, starting the fight once the cut scene was over. “It’s Xenoblades.”
“That’s so cool!” Hinata exclaimed. “I begged my mum for the game, but then I found out it was only on the new 3DS so I couldn’t get it, is it good?”
“Mm,” Kenma nodded, “It’s very good.”
Hinata rested his head on Kenma’s shoulder as he watched, missing the way Kenma tensed up. “Whoa! You’re so good at this!” Hinata exclaimed as Kenma defeated a Mechon. “What are they called?”
“Mechon,” Kenma answered.
“And what’s his name?” He put his finger on top of Kenma’s player. Kenma’s eye widened and Hinata, who seemed to notice his mistake, pulled his finger back.
“I’m sorry, Kenma!”
“It’s okay,” Kenma told him. “He’s called Shulk.”
"So cool!“
Hinata was more than content to sit next to Kenma watching him play his game and, once Kenma had calmed down and managed to block out how attractive Hinata was, it was actually quite enjoyable. Kuroo would sometimes sit with him and watch him on the game, but he didn’t have the enthusiasm that Hinata had.
Plus, Kuroo wasn’t cute like Hinata.
"Uh oh!” Hinata exclaimed suddenly, making Kenma jump. “I need to pee! Promise you’ll pause the game and not press play until I come back!”
“What-”
“Promise!”
Kenma nodded, his fringe falling into his face, “promise.”
“Good!”
With that, Hinata jumped up and sprinted to the bathroom and Kenma found it quiet for the first time since he sat down next to Hinata. The hour he planned on staying in the cafe was almost up, but Kenma really didn’t want to go home. He could either go home and play the game alone, or stay here and play it with Hinata making excited sounds and commenting every time he did something cool, or whenever a particular plot twist came up.
It was really cute and Kenma couldn’t help but smile slightly at the thought.
Hinata was rushing out the bathroom in no time, hands still damp from where he’d washed them. “Press play, Kenma!”
Kenma looked to his hands, that Hinata was drying off on his jeans, before starting the game once again.
“Hey, hey, Kenma,” Hinata said, “can I have a go?”
Kenma thought about it. He wasn’t at an important part of the game, Hinata couldn’t really screw anything up, could he?
“Okay.”
Hinata grinned, “yay! Thank you, Kenma! I won’t mess it up! Or die! At all! I’ll be like, the best player ever!”
Kenma smiled slightly, pressing the 3DS into Hinata’s hands. Hinata held it carefully, afraid to scratch it, as he started to play.
But, of course with Hinata’s look, he approached a group of monsters twenty levels higher than Kenma’s party.
“What button do I press?!” Hinata asked. “Which is the strongest?! Why are they beating me?!”
Hinata watched as Shulk fell and the screen went black, taking him back to the last check point.
“I’m sorry, Kenma,” Hinata pouted, “I thought I could do it.”
“Don’t worry, Shouyou,” Kenma said. Hinata smiled at the use of his given name. “They were much higher levels than you.”
“Really?” Kenma nodded. “Oh, can I have another go, then?” A simple nod was his answer and Hinata began playing again. Kenma then explained to him how to pick the best armour, though Hinata just picked the ones that looked best, and how to level up the skills.
Before he knew it, the two had been sat together for almost two hours. Kenma knew his mum would want him back soon, so he figured it was best time to leave. Hinata seemed to be having the same idea.
“I have to go now,” he frowned, “I have to be back early so we can go home tomorrow.”
“You’re not from Tokyo?”
Hinata shook his head, “Miyagi, which is pretty far from here.”
Kenma nodded, feeling his heart sink. It was nice for the day, at least.
“So you have to give me your number!” Hinata declared. “That way, the next time I’m in Tokyo, or when you visit Miyagi, we can meet up again!”
Kenma nodded, his fringe helping to hide his smile. “Okay.”
Hinata beamed. “Good! Here!” He shoved his phone into Kenma’s hands, waiting impatiently as Kenma passed his over.
“There you go! I’ll text you later, okay Kenma?”
“Mmm,” Kenma nodded.
“Okay, see you around, Kenma!”
“See you, Shouyou.”
Kenma walked home then, deciding the cafe was no longer interesting.
“Kenma, Kuroo’s here,” his mum told him when he got home. “I told him to wait, because you couldn’t be much longer.”
Kenma nodded and went to his room, not even blinking at the shape that was Kuroo lounging on his bed.
“Where’ve you been, Kenma?” Kuroo asked, eyeing him suspiciously. “You don’t normally spend that long out, even when your mum chucks you out.”
Kenma ignored him, curling up in the corner Kuroo hadn’t taken up. He pulled his phone out, checking the contacts.
☆*:.｡. Shouyou .｡.:*☆
Kenma smiled at the contact, shielding his phone away when Kuroo tried to peak.
“Kenma!” He whined as Kenma’s phone buzzed.
From☆*:.｡. Shouyou .｡.:*☆
Captains mad tht im l8 oops
Kenma answered the text, ignoring Kuroo’s cries that Kenma was growing up too quickly.
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Here is the second one!
Prompt- “I went to investigate a scream and found my neighbour standing on a chair to avoid a rat/cockroach/snake.”
Pairing- Kageyama x Hinata
Damn it, Kageyama thought desperately as he peered under the bed – dust bunnies but not much else – he never should have agreed to this. Well, he used the term “agreed” loosely, as it implied he’d been given a choice in the matter, which wasn’t exactly accurate. He told Bokuto at least a hundred times that he wanted no hand in this ridiculous endeavour of his, and no he really didn’t care that it would be “the best prank ever” yet somehow, somehow, he had still ended up with that thing in his apartment. And now he’d gone and lost it. Great. Wonderful. Where do you even begin to look for-
A scream resounded through the building, vibrating through the wall from the neighbouring apartment. Within moments Kageyama was stood outside his neighbour’s door. It sat on the latch, so gently, he pushed it. Apprehension built up inside his chest as the door creeped open – perhaps he should have grabbed a weapon from the kitchen. The door handle hit the wall, the resulting thud making Kageyama jump. “Hello?” he called out, “Are you alright?” It was too much like a bad horror movie, any second now…
No response. He shrugged it off, venturing further in, entering the kitchen. His blue eyes drank in the scene, but he needed a minute to comprehend what his eyes were telling him, because what he saw was this: a shock of orange hair belonging to a short boy standing atop a chair he was currently in the process of falling off. “Heeeeeeeelp!” He shrieked, losing the last semblance of balance. Instinctively Kageyama reached out to catch him (sport reflexes – yay) until the boy shouted, “Snake!”
And really it all happened rather quickly. There was the boy, falling of the chair. There was his cry, snake! And there was Kageyama’s distraction as he realised.
A puzzle piece clicked into place. Bokuto’s goddamn snake. Unfortunately, Kageyama’s moment of distraction coincided with the moment the boy’s weight collided with his arms, and really he would have like to say he caught him perfectly, but in reality his butt hit cold kitchen tile, and to add insult to injury the orange haired boy landed on top of him.
“Uurggff,” he groaned unintelligibly.
The boy’s arms locked around him, “Save me!” He cried.
Kageyama tried to sit up, succeeding to some degree, but carrot top was now sat in his lap. He blinked in surprise.
Carrot top jumped back, his face changing in colour until it was on par with his hair.
Kageyama’s eyes darted around, where was that snake? Damn it all Bokuto was going to murder him. Or spike a ball at his head, which amounted to the same thing. He must’ve left the door ajar – how could he be so stupid? (He could practically hear Tsukishima’s snarky comment in response to that).
“Damn snake,” he muttered angrily.
The boy squeaked.
Slowly, it dawned on Kageyama where he was, namely, in someone else’s apartment. He scrambled to his feet, bowing apologetically, “Pardon the intrusion, I just came to see if you were alright!”
The boy’s face somehow got redder, “Ah, yes, thank you, it’s just, you see…”
“There was a snake?”
The boy managed a nod.
“I don’t suppose you saw which was it went?”
Shakily he extended a finger, but before Kageyama could leave he added, “Um… wait! I’m Hinata Shouyou.”
Kageyama stopped, paused in the mid-pint between action and inaction. Reflexively he replied, “And I’m Kageyama Tobio.” Hinata’s cheeks were crimson, his right hand creeping up to flatten a lock of flyaway hair, amber eyes dancing with uncertainty. Cute, he thought dimly. He offered a smile before leaving, “See you Hinata.”
