when they’re grumpy but their s/o wants attention [1.5k follower special]
featuring: kuroo, kenma, akaashi, nishinoya, and kageyama
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he’s not super temperamental but he can develop a short fuse when he’s stressed or overwhelmed
you’ll try to get him to take a break but he gets stern really quick
when he doesn’t give in like usual, you take defeat and leave the room
he immediately feels bad that he snapped at you
he will hug and kiss you until you accept his ample apology
“oh. hey, beautiful,” your boyfriend greeted after you wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind.
“what are you doing?” you asked, leaning down to look at the screen.
“do you wanna take a break and come cuddle with me?”
“i wish i could, babe, but i need to get this done.”
“but you’ve been working forever. please, tetsu?” you give him your best pouty, puppy dog eyes that he always falls for.
“not right now,” he replies shortly.
you start playing with his hair, something you know he can’t resist.
“babe, seriously. i’ll come cuddle with you later. now, please, i need to finish this. can you just leave me alone for another half hour?”
“no, baby. wait–” the door slammed behind you before he could finish his sentence. he swears under his breath, knowing that he hurt your feelings. he quickly exits his work and gets up to go find you.
you’re sitting on the couch, looking at something on your phone. he saunters over and immediately puts his head in your lap.
“i’m sorry, kitten. i shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. i’ve been stressed with everything lately but that’s no excuse because you don’t deserve that. i’m sorry.”
you sigh and try to get up but he stops you by wrapping his arms around your hips, pressing his face into your midsection.
“no, baby, please don’t go. i need you and your cuddles. pleeeeaaasssseee,” he pleads, hugging you tighter. he feels your stomach vibrate against his face and he looks up to see you laughing lightly.
“what’s so funny?” he chuckles with you.
“nothing,” you reply, putting a hand in his hair. “you’re just so cute.”
“does this mean you forgive me?” he asks, sitting up.
“i suppose you can be forgiven.”
“i’ll take it. now, c’mere.” he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him to accept the many kisses he places on your cheek.
he gets frustrated or irritated kinda easily
mostly when he can’t complete a stage in one of his games
he can displace his anger onto you when you want to snuggle up to him
he doesn’t realize what he did until later when he finds you sitting by yourself
he has a simple apology but he makes up for the lack of attention he’s given you
you always knew where to find kenma. in his room, playing a game. if it’s new, you probably won’t see him for a while as he tries to spend all his free time trying to complete it so visits to his house were frequent.
even if you had an outing planned, he would try to get in some gameplay beforehand.
“hey, ken,” you greeted as you entered his room.
he doesn’t respond for a few seconds as he vigorously mashes buttons to defeat the battle he was on. he lets out a frustrated grunt as the ‘lose’ screen taunts him before turning to you.
“yeah. um, let me just try one more time to beat this,” he negotiates.
“okay,” you reply as you sit close next to him. he restarts the stage and you watch him play until you yawn and start to lean your head on his shoulder.
“y/n, i can’t do this while you’re– oh, god. no!”
he loses again, causing him to harshly nudge you off his shoulder.
“ugh, i was so close just then. why do you have to lean on me like that?”
“i’m sorry. i was just kinda tired.”
“well, maybe you should get more sleep so you don’t make me lose again,” he snaps. he mutters under his breath before picking the controller back up and starting again.
he barely even notices you’re gone until he completes the stage on the next round. he gets up and goes to look for you. he finds you sitting outside his house, presumably waiting for him. he frowns, feeling guilty about what he said to you and continued playing instead of apologizing to you. you could’ve been sitting out here forever.
“y/n?” he says softly, getting your attention. “i’m sorry. i was mad at the game, not you. i didn’t mean it like that. i’m ready to go now if you want.”
you’re not totally convinced which prompts him to sit down next to you. he leans his head on your shoulder just like you had to him earlier. he slowly reaches his hand over to yours, interlocking your fingers.
“i really like when you lean on me. please don’t listen to anything i say when i’m playing games.”
you sigh. “it’s okay. i forgive you. let’s go.”
he nods, standing up with his hand still in yours.
“can i have a hug?” he asks cutely, his other hand reaching for your elbow.
you grin and nod, letting him pull you into him. he hugs you tightly, his fingers tickling your back as they brush across. he pulls away, his hands moving to hold either side of your head to kiss the tip of your nose.
he holds your hand the whole way there.
he’s pretty calm and not quick to yell like kuroo but he can let stress take over easily
he’ll try to take a nap to relieve it but you come over as a surprise
he doesn’t take it too well and ‘snaps’ at you
you end up leaving his house completely and now he feels like he can’t just nap this one away
hugs and cuddles you as he apologizes
he had finally felt the sweet embrace of his bed after the longest day ever. he just wanted to sleep it all away, easing his aching muscles. what felt like seconds later, he heard your voice.
“keiji,” you roused, rubbing a hand over his back. “are you sleepy, babe?”
he groaned, shifting over to face away from you.
“i’m trying to nap, baby. what are you doing here?”
“i just wanted to surprise you. you seemed like you were having a bad day,” you explained.
“yeah. i was. and you just woke me up.”
“oh, i’m sorry. i can rub your back if you want.”
“i want to take a nap. alone.”
“oh. i, um– okay,” you stuttered, getting up quickly and leaving the room without another word.
he couldn’t go back to sleep after that. you wanted to make him feel better and he only pushed you away. he quickly got out of bed, hoping he could catch up with you. you weren’t very far from his house as he rushed down the street.
you stop in your tracks but don’t turn around. his heart is hammering against his chest as he stops behind you, trying to catch his breath.
“why are you apologizing? i’m the one who ruined your nap,” you reminded him.
he walks around to stand in front of you, pretty eyes looking down at your wilted figure.
“no, you didn’t, baby. you didn’t do anything wrong. i was being a jerk and didn’t need to say that to you. i think i need you more than i need a nap. although, you and a nap would be nice, too.”
your lips perked up slightly in a smile, making him lean down to get a better look at your face.
“is that a smile i see? no, don’t hide it. c’mere, beautiful.”
he takes you in his arms, hugging you tightly. he rocks you from side to side as he leans his head on top of yours.
“i would love for you to join me for some cuddles. but i’ll probably fall asleep.”
you agree, smiling at him before he gives you a sweet kiss. he leads you back to his house where you go back into his room. you get all comfy under the covers with him lying on top of you, his head on your chest.
he kisses your cheek a few times before laying down. “thank you, baby.”
he’s usually a very bright and happy-go-lucky boy but he can get irritated
he’ll get way too amped up about something and then get frustrated when it doesn’t play out how he thinks
he does get loud when he lets it all out on you as you’re trying to comfort him
you try to hide your tears and leave him alone but he cannot believe he just yelled at you
he will literally get on his hands and knees as he apologizes
you liked to meet up with him after his practice so that you could walk home together. seeing him in the gym, you decided to surprise him by placing your hands on his shoulder and using him to brace yourself as you jumped into the air, which is something he would often do to you and his teammates.
“hey, sweetie,” he greeted after turning around, looking kinda solemn.
you followed him out but he didn’t take your hand like he would whenever you walked home. he could never hide his feelings though.
“ugh, i missed almost every dig today. every one! i’m so pissed, i’m going to do so many push-ups– what are you doing!?”
he snatched his hand away from you when you tried to hold it. you winced at his sudden outburst.
“um, i just wanted to hold your hand.”
“are you even listening to me? i’m really pissed off right now, babe.”
“i- i’m sorry,” you apologized. his heart broke when he heard the break in your voice and seeing your eyes become glossy. what was worse, he was the cause of it.
you tried to push the tears back into your eyes. “i’ll walk by myself.”
he grabbed your wrist quickly to stop you. “no, wait.”
you couldn’t hold it in and started sobbing. your hands coming up to cover your face.
“don’t cry, beautiful,” he consoled, wrapping his arms around you. “that was stupid of me to yell at you. i love when you want to hold my hand. my emotions just got the best of me.”
“it’s, it’s okay,” you sobbed, wiping your eyes.
“no, it’s not!” he declares. “what do i have to do to make it okay? please tell me, sweetheart.”
“that’s okay, noya. you don’t have to–”
he was literally on his hands and knees in the middle of the road asking for your forgiveness.
“oh, my sweet, beautiful, gorgeous, smart, strong s/o! will you please forgive me and my idiot self for being a bad boyfriend?”
“noya, you’re not a bad boyfriend. please get off the ground.”
“not until you forgive me!” he wraps his arms around your middle, pressing his face into your tummy.
“okay, okay. i forgive you,” you laughed.
“yay!” he jumps up and into your arms, kissing you many times on the head. “you are my favorite person and i can’t stand to see you cry.”
“now will you hold my hand?”
“of course. can i kiss you too?”
he’s known to be habitually grumpy
he enjoys your presence the most so if he starts getting short with you, you know something’s bothering him
yells like noya but you’ve heard it before so you’re able to leave him to cool off
he’ll eventually realize he was being dumb and didn’t need to yell at you
but he’s not the smoothest at apologizing
kageyama did not like school. he’d rather play volleyball for the rest of his life. he was good at it, he memorized all the plays, and he could understand it. but when he actually does study and still gets a bad grade, you’ll never hear the end of it.
“ugh, this is so stupid. i thought i studied enough!” he vented as you two sat in his room together.
“it’s alright, tobi. we’ll just try something different next time, that’s all,” you consoled, patting him on the shoulder
“pft. easy for you to say,” he grumbled.
“you get good grades all the time without any effort. it doesn’t make sense.”
“i actually try very hard and i want to help you–”
“well, i don’t need your help!” he blurts out, shifting away from your touch.
your lips draw into a hard line “that’s fine. i just don’t want you to get discouraged about school, that’s all. you know i care about you,” you reasoned. you could tell he was already on a short fuse and were currently trying to defuse him.
“i just think that you should–”
“look, you’re not my mom! can you just shut up about this now? i’m done talking about it.”
you nod quietly before packing up your things and leaving. it was obvious he needed some time to himself and you weren’t about to be on the receiving end of his aggressions.
later that night, there was a knock on your door. it was none other than your grumpy boyfriend who looked rather remorseful.
“i, i know you probably don’t want me here right now but i just wanted to say that i’m sorry.”
you simply nodded, the silence allowing him to keep talking.
“i was being a dumb jerk. i know you care about me and i really, really care about you. i feel like i don’t appreciate you enough for everything that you do for me.” he looks down, ashamed of how unfulfilling his love seems compared to yours.
“that’s not true, tobi,” you negate, reaching to him. “i know you care about me. you just have a different way of showing it. like coming here late at night with a– is that a bento box?”
“it’s some snacks my mom helped me make. she said this is good brain food. i was hoping you could help me with some homework. also,” he looks away from you once more.
“i can’t go to the tournament if i don’t pass japanese lit. could you please help me?”
you look him up and down for a few moments before grinning. “of course i can.”
you let him into the house. you feel a tugging on your shirt and turn around to see him standing there awkwardly.
“would you– can you hug me, please?”
you don’t respond except with a smile and simply wrap your arms around his waist. he hugs you tightly, burying his face in your neck.
“thank you. love you so much.”
he has lots to learn, but he’ll get there and one day, it’ll be as easy as volleyball.
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