Suna is desperate to keep your memory alive, to hear your voice one last time. Following the months after your death, Suna invests in a developing AI program that’ll let him do just that. (Inspired by S2E1 of Black Mirror)
Clumsy Love (1.4k) — Osamu x Suna
in which suna helps his best friend get ready for prom
On My Mind (3.1k) — Tsukishima x Reader
The 5 times Tsukki wanted to kiss you + the first time he did
Love is a Poor Man’s Food (1.5k) — Atsumu x Reader
you and your boyfriend shop at Ikea for furniture for your new apartment
for the msby black jackals, it’s very easy to tell when atsumu miya is in a bad mood.
maybe it’s how they’ve all gotten to know each other better or maybe it’s the amount of time they’ve all spent together since the very first day, but by now, they can all tell, just by atsumu’s little quirks and whims, when the setter’s feeling particularly … grumpy.
“did’ja forget how to serve all’a sudden?” the blond barks in the middle of the court, cutting the practice match short as the ball hits the ground loudly.
sakusa bites back at him, eyes squinted, “did you forget how to set?”
atsumu’s been like this all morning.
ever since he entered the gym doors and hinata greeted him their usual morning “hellos”, he’s been nothing but a grumbly, mumbly mess, glaring at everyone who got at least two feet near him.
they figured its just one of those days.
usually, they’re able to work around it, eventually snap him out of his horrible demeanor and bribe him back to his usual tsumu self with a couple of jokes here and there.
but today, nothing is working. he isn’t budging at all. not even meian could get through to him with how loud his sulking is getting.
and it’s bothering everyone on the team.
“so, when are we gonna call reinforcements on this?” sakusa mutters to shoyo, the two of them watching their blond headed friend from afar, observing - not so discreetly - as he sits alone on the bench, somehow still managing to look annoyed at the floor.
they wonder if he’ll yell at that too.
“i don’t wanna get yelled at again.” hinata grimaces, his shoulders dropping wantonly as he recalls the last time he called for reinforcements.
after all, the reinforcements: you, did warn all of them the last time it happened that you would very much rather not be involved in any of this should it ever happen again.
( the last time they called you in because atsumu was apparently being unreasonable, not only did you reprimand atsumu for terrorizing the team, but you reprimanded everyone else as well for even dragging you into it. )
hinata nudges sakusa, “you make the call, omi.”
and sakusa breathes in deeply, “… no.”
the rest of the morning feels horrible for everybody. an obvious damper in the air as no one is feeling energized or static enough to proceed with the rest of the day’s practice.
if it wasn’t so sunny outside, hinata swears, he could hear thunder and lightning flashing so dramatically.
“obviously we’re all not feeling great this morning.” meian starts, addressing everyone on the team as they all huddle around each other. “some more than others.”
atsumu sees the pointed look his team captain gives him. he does his best to look to the side and ignore it.
“but, regionals are coming up, and that means i need everyones heads to be in the game.”
atsumu knows he hasn’t been the best teammate today, but can they really blame him? he wasn’t just picking on them for no reason. the serves really were weak and the timing and the tempos of the plays were just plain subpar.
if he was in a good mood, then fine, sure, maybe, he would have relayed those criticisms better, be gentler and nicer.
but tough shit, because today, he’s not.
today, he is in an awful, horrible, terrible mood, and the team’s below-average play was just making everything worse.
“so, why don’t we all take a break?” meian’s voice cuts him out of his slump, and for the first time all morning, his shoulders pick up a bit in anticipation. “how does thirty minutes sound?”
thirty minutes sounds great – fantastic, even.
but not for him to take a break, no - no way. there’s absolutely no time for that.
because right now, as meian speaks (so awfully slow, atsumu thinks) you are currently 15 minutes away from his gym stadium, tucked away in an opera theatre with one of your classmates, watching a performance you’re assigned to write an essay on.
and usually, he’s cool with things like that, it’s normal for you to go on university trips with your friends. your major takes you all over japan for the amount of assignments it has you accomplishing, after all.
but for some reason, this time he’s not. this time he can’t be cool with it.
this time it gets under his nerves so much that it just about makes him want to explode at a wall.
this time you aren’t with the friends he’s met before. this time you’re with someone new, someone assigned to watch the show with you, and it’ll be someone he’s never met, just the two of you there, in the theatre, in the dark, alone.
he’d yell at a floor if he could.
now, he isn’t a jealous person. he really, really, really isn’t.
and when you both left the house this morning, he’d given you a kiss on the cheek with his usual sly grin, an i love you to start the day, and a promise that he’d pick you up when he can.
but the second you left his sight, it was like it all suddenly hit him.
you. a guy. alone. in a theatre.
you were basically going on a date.
and that puts a very, very awful taste in his mouth.
“alright you rats,” meian sighs as he takes a look at the team he’s talking to, no one seemingly paying attention anymore after the minute he said ‘break’, “be back in thirty. i mean it.”
and that was all the cue atsumu needed to hear. one second he’s breaking from the team huddle, and the next he’s bolting out the door.
“be back in thirty or it’s diving drills for all of you!”
atsumu glances on his wristwatch as he runs, he’s got about thirty minutes on the clock and you’re about fifteen minutes away from him by foot. he didn’t bring his car today and really, just from the practice alone this morning, his heart rate is already up by a dozen.
he can’t afford to slow down now. so, he’ll just have to run faster.
this is fine — better than yelling at the floor, at least.
“so, how about that performance, huh?”
you look up from your watch as your classmate’s voice cuts through your thoughts. he’s standing to your right, awkwardly distanced, but a decent amount of feet away that he’s not so close.
is it bad that you don’t remember his name?
“it was okay.” you give him a polite smile, scratching your cheek in instinct as you make polite conversation.
“i thought it died down a bit during that final part though.”
“i noticed that too,” he gives you a smile back, “it did lose momentum.”
the conversation is very polite, quiet, riddled with pointless small talk to make up for the painful awkwardness wafting in the air.
you’ve got half a thought in the back of your mind to make up some lame excuse to just suddenly leave and go, but you still kinda feel a little bit sorry for the guy for being stuck with you on this project.
(plus there was that whole forgetting-his-name thing that something tells you you should feel guilty about.)
curse you, randomly assigned project partners.
despite having shared classes with mr. nameless over here and seeing him around campus a handful of times, the two of you never really interacted until this morning when you both met up for this theatre watching project.
you’d mentioned it to your husband in passing, and halfheartedly expected him to make a fuss about it, especially when you told him that it’d be another guy you were partnered with, but much to your surprise, he’s taken it pretty coolly ( a feat you weren’t aware he was capable of ).
now though, as the show just ended and the two of you wait in front of the theatre for the next bus to arrive, the air is filled with a thick awkward silence that you hope when the bus does come, it goes in the complete opposite direction of where he’s headed to.
you’d almost feel bad for the guy for having to withstand such awkwardness if it wasn’t for the fact that you hoped he’d just walk away and leave.
“you wouldn’t happen to be free after this, would you?”
the silence comes to an end when he turns to you, hand on the back of his neck, cheeks slightly flushed.
so much for just walking away and leaving.
his voice seems quieter now, less whole, and he’s pretty much looking at every other thing except for you, “i just noticed that it’s around lunch now and well, maybe we could grab some food together and continue discussing the show?”
now, you wish the bus would arrive and just run you down on the spot.
what do you even say? surely, not his name, you can’t even remember it.
if atsumu was here right now, he would absolutely lose his shit, maybe even yell, or cause a scene, but that’d be enough to rescue you from this highschool confession scene about to unravel, but he’s not and he’s busy and far away and–
“hey, did i miss the show or sum’n?”
you blink. was your husband a genie or something? suddenly appearing out of nowhere each time your little heart calls for him?
“tsumu?” you’re more excited than surprised, “what’re you doing here?”
instead of answering you, your very sweaty husband turns to look at the guy you’re with instead. the very guy who’s been tormenting him all morning in that sweaty little head of his.
he is so not impressed.
“miya atsumu,” he says suddenly, almost scoffing, and he wipes the sweat from his forehead as he straightens his posture, and with that same sweaty hand of his, he extends it out for your classmate to shake. “nice to meet ya.”
your classmate gives you a nervous laugh, looking at you more than the odd and suspiciously sweaty man in front of him.
he asks, smile breaking a little bit, “miya?”
“yup.” atsumu replies bluntly, and he’s got that punchable smirk of his on his face again, “miya.”
where was that bus when you needed it?
“nice to meet you too.” your classmate gives him a short reply, that same polite smile he gave you earlier now appearing not-so confident, and he grimaces slightly as he shakes your husband’s hand.
you try not to laugh — it wouldn’t be polite.
the next bus is forgotten though after that gruesome little handshake as your poor, poor classmate suddenly gets a text from - apparently - his mother, asking him to walk back home right this instant.
you tell him you understand and that it’s okay and that you hope he gets home safe.
and you both ignore the fact that his phone has been in his pocket this entire time, and that neither of you saw him get any text at all.
really, you owe him for putting him through such awkwardness, but when you remember his name, you’ll remember to return the favor.
once he leaves — rather hurriedly — it’s just the two of you now, you and your very sweaty husband.
“hey, what’re you doing here?” you ask him for real thus time, less surprised now and more pleased to see him so suddenly, “did you finish already?”
atsumu finally gives his attention on you, and just like magic (genie magic?) his sly and obnoxious demeanor changes into something so much more familiar.
he deflates a little bit, now that it’s just you around, and you’re grateful that the cool japan air has dried down most of his sweat before he envelops you in a hug.
“nope.” atsumu shakes his head, melting away in your embrace, “meian gave us a thirty minute break, i thought i’d swing by.”
you push him off, and you tilt your head at him, brow raising, “but it’s more than a mile away?”
“yeah.” he gives you a nervous laugh and his ears pink up just a little bit, “yer telling me.”
so, maybe, he didn’t take it as coolly as you had initially thought. maybe you did marry a very jealous man who would run over a mile to come see you.
but that’s okay too, because your cheeks hurt from smiling so much at that fact.
“does this have anything to do with the text sakusa sent me earlier?” you give him a knowing look, smile teasing.
“depends.” atsumu squints his eyes. “whadd’he say?”
“something along the lines of “help. come. right now.”, does that make any sense at all to you?” you raise a brow, and you cross your arms over your chest as you ask.
“nope. not at all.”
“oh, you are evil when you’re jealous.”
“i am so not jealous.”
“you so are.”
it’s easy to tease him when he’s like this. all flustered and pink in the ears, and the toothy smile on his face makes you forget that he could ever be seen as anything remotely close to scary or intimidating.
you give him a soft kiss on the cheek. “thanks for coming to see me.”
“i did it all for my sake.” he tells you, scratching the back of his neck, “sorry.”
“reminds me, shouldn’t you be getting back by now?”
atsumu takes a quick look at his watch, it’s almost that thirty minute mark meian gave him for his break, and he knows, all too well, that he’ll get another earful of it when he gets back.
you see him look worried for a moment.
not to say that he wouldn’t deserve it. he knows now — now that he isn’t blinded with all consuming jealousy — that fine, maybe, maybe, he might’ve been an asshole today.
but he’s back to himself now, and he really didn’t want to do any of those diving drills.
“come on, let’s go back now, i’ll come with you.” you take his hand in yours as you tug him to make a progressive step.
he perks up a little bit, “you will?”
“well, you need all the help you can get sweet talking everyone back into believing you haven’t been a jackass to them all morning.”
prank calling husband!atsumu but it's literally impossible to get him mad at you bc he just adores you so, so much :3
but today?? you had the ultimate plan. the one that’d surely crack him. there was no way he wouldn’t at least get a little ticked over this one. because this man loves his truck.
you’re already grinning as the phone rings, curled up on the couch with your phone pressed to your cheek, and ofc he picks up on the second ring.
“hey, sugar, whatcha need?”
you chew your lip, shoulders shaking as you try not to laugh. “honey, i—i think i did somethin’ wrong… ‘m sorry.” you throw in a pathetic little sniffle, turning your head to wipe a nonexistent tear like you’re up for an oscar.
“i ain’t never mad at ya. what’s wrong? darl’? fuck, don’t cry—”
you can hear the panic settle in. the soft shuffle of his chair. maybe even his keys already in hand. the guilt nips, sure, but the bit’s too good. you power through.
“i was just tryna surprise you… so i filled up your truck.”
you mute the phone real quick to cackle, slapping a hand over your mouth before unmuting again like nothing happened.
“i j’ used the green one! it was pretty,” you say, voice wobbling like you’re on the verge of tears. “but now the truck won’t move.. ‘m sorry baby..”
there’s a pause. a deep inhale. and then—
a sigh of... relief?? ffs.
“oh, baby,” his voice is so soft you almost break again. “you damn near scared me half to death." he chuckles, voice sounding so sickeningly sweet.
"it’s alright, darl’. you were just tryna help me out, yeah? s’okay. just don’t touch nothin’ else, okay? i’ll come take care of it. ‘s not your fault.”
you blink. “you’re not mad?”
he scoffs, like it was a stupid question. “are you kiddin'? ‘course not! i’d pour diesel in that truck m’self if you asked me to. shit—i’m on my way now. sit tight for me, yeah?”
you choke on a laugh. “tsumu—tsumu wait, i’m kidding—baby, i’m joking! i didn’t touch the truck!”
silence.
“…you little shit. are you doing that tiktok crap again?”
we're almost at the end of the year, but there's always fanfic to be read! check out previous months' recs: october, september, august, july
some of these fics are rated e!
sakuatsu
can we always be this close (forever and ever?)
g. 3.1k. sakusa approaches osamu to ask for his ring size because he plans to propose to atsumu. osamu instead interrogates him to see if he's ready to be with atsumu forever, while suna watches. very endearing with the best ending ever.
The Wisdom Tooth Incident™
g. 4.8k. atsumu gets his wisdom tooth removed and forgets about sakusa in his post-anesthetic haze. i will never tire of this trope. you can pry it from my cold, dead hands.
city of millions
t. 7.2k. mostly sakusa-centric and background sakuatsu. a beautiful love letter to sakusa's early years of university, his friendship with akaashi, and learning to reconnect with things that he left in the past (things being miya atsumu).
lingua franca
m. 9.1k. sakusa learns about the different love languages through his life and finally finds someone who has the same love language as him.
itadakimasu
t. 10.9k. pro athlete sakusa puts out an ad for someone to cook him meals, and aspiring chef atsumu answers his call. a slow but beautiful partnership that leads to love.
double lift
e. 12.8k. 3/3. accidentally been reading a lot of winterwaltz6's works this month huh (they're all very good though). this one is the intimacy of sakusa helping atsumu re-dye his hair after he's been on the bench due to a knee injury. very soft and warm <3
halfway to sunrise
e. 12.9k. atsumu offhandedly tells sakusa that he can sleep with him and sakusa takes him up on it. fwb to lovers.
hustle for that muscle
e. 13.8k. atsumu and suna make a bet on who can get an underwear ad first, and the loser has to ask their respective crush out. atsumu loses, hence the hilarious attempt to ask sakusa out, which leads to eventually trying to sleep with him.
anchor
m. 21.3k. atsumu helps sakusa through his panic attack and sakusa reciprocates in turn. augh, the emotional damage this caused, but the fluff made up for it. beautiful writing and discussions of mental health.
take two
e. 23k. 3/3. sakusa reconnects with his ex, atsumu, after finding him on an adult site, and maybe, just maybe, they'll rekindle their relationship. the prose was full of so much pining and love.
A Thousand Cuts
t. 37.9k. 3/3. this is the perfect study of misunderstandings, miscommunication and unrequited love. absolutely heartbreaking with gripping prose.
hand study
e. 84.4k. 7/7. atsumu injures sakusa's hand and becomes his personal helper while he heals, with benefits. fwb to lovers with a healthy dose of angst but has a happy ending.
Lessons in Falling
e. 87.2k. 6/6. sakusa resists from falling in love with atsumu because he believes his family is cursed with falling out of love and dysfunctional relationships. atsumu is so tooth-rottingly sweet and patient while waiting for sakusa to make peace with his family. gripping prose and tension. one of my favorites <3
iwaoi
thrilled by the still of your hand
t. 2.6k. iwa and bokuto arm wrestle. that's it, that's the fic. and oikawa kisses iwa but that comes later.
tattoo your name across my heart
g. 5.4k. iwa drunkenly gets oikawa's name tattooed on his arm. SO CUTE. SO FLUFFY. augh my heart, they love each other so much.
Even here, there is light
t. 11.4k. single dad oikawa finding love in iwa. oikawa's son is so lovely in this, along with their love.
come get me, come love me
m. 20.7k. oikawa is invited to a wedding upon his return to japan and comes face to face with his ex, iwa, after several years. a lovely, lovely fic of coming back together <3
Learning to Walk (So That We Can Run)
m. 27.6k. oikawa's knee isn't healing the way it's supposed to be, thus a long journey of getting surgery and enduring the rehab that follows. iwa is with him every step of the way.
bokuaka
and i have never felt so bright
t. 16.5k. 5 times akaashi told himself not to be selfish in life and 1 time he decided to. the 2nd chapter blew me away with the domestic details and eventual getting together. such a sweet fic.
down, boy
e. 87.8k. 15/15. think of sakuatsu's terminal curiosity but bokuaka. that's all i can really say without being too detailed, other than it's slow burn with a lot of spice.
sunaosa
check out all the wonderful works from the sunaosa autumn gift exchange that were revealed in november! there's lots to read and fanart to see <3
the universe called and said we're soulmates
t. 3.8k. suna starts dreaming of his relationship with osamu in different universes. so sweet and beautiful!
two drinks
t. 4k. suna falls head over heels with the barista to the point that he orders coffee every time he sees him. except he doesn't like coffee. absolutely hilarious!
moonlight
e. 5.5k. emotional spice featuring suna having low self-esteem and osamu wanting to show him that he's loved. beautiful, with so much affection from osamu to suna.
stop me if you’ve heard this one before…
g. 6.4k. osamu is a dumbass and keeps forgetting about relationship milestones and suna just finds it amusing. find yourself a partner that finds your forgetfulness endearing like suna, seriously.
god in jeans
t. 22.4k. atsumu accidentally kicks a god's shrine and ends up indebted to them - i.e. suna. outsider pov watching suna and osamu fall in love despite suna's god status, with a healthy amount of angst and an eventual happy ending.
drowning in gravity
m. 24.1k. exes to fwb to lovers. suna being emotionally constipated, osamu being patient but also impatient...combine all that together and you get angst with a happy ending.
other
And flowers bloom in his wake
g. 10.6k. kurodai. modern magic au where everyone has a unique ability and daichi's ability is that flowers grow where he walks and kuroo makes it his personal mission to protect those flowers (and fall in love in the process).
know what a river can be
g. 13.6k. oikawa-centric. a character study of oikawa's time overseas to pursue his volleyball career with bodies of water as the main motif. beautiful prose with an uplifting ending.
Point Break
t. 18.3k. daisuga. the karasuno 3rd years undergo the most ridiculous heist of all time. HILARIOUS. so cute and endearing as well, and so, so dumb. on-point prose, pining, and getting together. one of my favorites this month <3
heaven's here, it's right where you're standing
t. 47.2k. 8/8. kuroken. kenma, a cancer survivor, moves to a small seaside town for a change of pace and meets kuroo, the local science teacher and volleyball coach. slowburn romance with perhaps one of the best twists that i have ever read.
Making a Home
g. 106.3k. 27/27. arankita. kita is a foster parent whose license is about to expire when he's given the miya twins to foster, after they've been passed from one abusive household to the next. a beautiful story of found family and love.
i read an obscene amount of fanfic last month with some that i must share with others, hence this post. i still over >100 fics to read so maybe this will be a monthly series? we'll see.
some fics are rated e!
sakuatsu
rotten work & other things worth doing
t. 3k. atsumu and sakusa clean atsumu's bathroom together. that's it, that's the fic. lots of hurt/comfort and love and affection <3
The Sakusa Complaint Jar
t. 3.6k. hilarious take on the swear jar, especially as atsumu learns he's more down bad for sakusa than he thought.
Appease and Assuage
t. 5.1k. sakusa has a bad day and atsumu is there for him. very soft and raw with sakusa feeling off-kilter, and atsumu knows exactly how to help him.
come, morning light
g. 5.2k. sakusa gets sick and tries to push atsumu away but eventually lets him in. very soft and domestic.
Here Is Your Verse
m. 15.52. 2/2. atsumu ends his fwb relationship with sakusa because he caught feelings. they end up reconciling in the end.
when you hear hoofbeats
t. 42.4k. 14/14. university au slowburn where sakusa has eds and he gets into a relationship with atsumu. be aware of the chapter warnings because it gets heavy but has a happy ending!
Stockholm Syndrome Isn't Real
e. 50.2k 8/8. side sunaosa(komo). au where atsumu is a pro athlete but osamu is secretly a hacker and atsumu is kidnapped in his place. love the action, tension, and everything about this.
sunaosa
slip of the pen
t. 6k. suna channels all his pining into award-winning books and osamu has never read any of them. the pining is top-tier in this.
moonsick
m. 7.8k. fwb to lovers in suna's pov. is it really a sunaosa fic without one of them being emotionally constipated?
in the mood for love
m. 8.3k. friends to exes to friends to lovers pipeline. i love the prose and osamu's thoughtful narration.
Litany in Which Certain Words Are Said
t. 10.9k. 5 times osamu says "i love you" and 1 time suna says it back. oohh the yearning in this is top-tier!
a type of hunger
m. 9.1k. i love the exploration of suna's hunger in this as an athlete and feeling like he's falling behind. good thing osamu is there for him <3
An Inconvenient Espionage
e. 26.6k. 5/5. side sakuatsu. spy au, assholes to lovers. good action, good spy work, good tension 👀
somewhere to lay the flowers
t. 25.6k. i've read a healthy amount of bastigod's works and trans suna has me in a chokehold. i also love magical realism and the mythology in this was woven wonderfully. suna's daughter is also a delight!
iwaoi
stumble into the sun
e. 3.6k words of iwaizumi discovering that oikawa has a praise kink. it's also very soft and lovely.
Press '1' to Get a Call From Your Drunk Best Friend
t. 5.4k. a drunk iwaizumi spills about his love and appreciation for oikawa. it's hilarious and fluffy and one of my favorites <3
HIPS DON'T LIE
e. 8.1k. iwaizumi overhears girls talk about how good oikawa is in bed and is given a live demonstration from the man, himself.
i wanna ruin our friendship
t. 18/18. oikawa comes to terms that he's in love with his best friend. features heavy themes, read the chapter warnings before proceeding. there's a happy ending!
bokuaka
Tell Me, Eurydice (How Could I Not?)
t. 6.3k. lovely prose from akaashi's perspective about bokuto becoming captain and the idea of akaashi being his vice captain.
hoot if you've heard this one before
t. 5.2k. bokuto and akaashi lose contact and find each other in university at a cafe that akaashi owns. lovely reconciliation fic and relationship recovery.
papers (the special, laminated ones)
t. 5.3k. bokuto's parents have a tradition of laminating all his special papers and he isn't allowed to get them until "he's ready." i loved how sweet and fluffy this was, especially with his relationship with akaashi <3
Spaces aren’t Voids
7.2k. bokuto had every intention to propose until he lost the ring. a very fun and fluffy fic of a marriage proposal that doesn't quite go through but things go well in the end.
To Have and to Rail
e. 12.4k. this is more humor than smut about akaashi's scientific exploration to match bokuto's stamina in bed. it doesn't go as well as he hopes (of course. good luck, akaashi)
onigiri miya: brand ambassadors (applications closed)
g. 4k. bokuto is kinda slightly jealous of how close akaashi is to osamu because he's obsessed with onigiri miya. hinata feels the same way with kageyama. so what do they do? become brand ambassadors for osamu. absolutely hilarious and fluffy!
Kiss Me (Like You Wanna Be Loved)
e. 56.6k. 27/27. oh the pipeline of strangers to roommates to fwb to lovers, i love it so. equal parts hurt/comfort, fluff, with the perfect amount of nsfw.
kagehina
soft serve
t. 9.6k. hinata and kageyama drive an ice cream truck to fundraise money for karasuno's volleyball club. that's it, that's the fic.
Meme of the Day
g. 4k. kageyama accidentally turns hinata into a meme. very fluffy and cute!
miscellaneous
yachi hitoka stop being so relatable challenge
t. 4.1k. i loved this exploration of yachi being known and getting closer with the karasuno boys. she's such a precious cinnamon roll <3
north is everywhere.
t. 12.1k. an exploration of kiyoko's development through high school, from being a manager out of obligation to continuing out of choice. also ace rep!
summer rolling down a cheek
gen. 13.2k. a beautiful character study of kenma after the spring tournament as he thinks about the future and what comes next. beautiful prose and introspection.
— random bf texts (atsumu, osamu, kita, aran, suna)
genre: fluff/smau. character x gn reader
notes: idk if this will flop but i thought these were cute! also sorry for the weird formatting lol tumblr limits the amount of pics in 1 post. anyways my requests are open;
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ MIYA ATSUMU
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUNA RINTAROU
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ MIYA OSAMU
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ OJIRO ARAN
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ KITA SHINSUKE
notes: tysm for reading!! interactions are appreciated <3 i might make a karasuno or seijoh version so lmk if i should
literally cannot shut up the entire time you two meet up but it's ok because he's funny
"hey you wanna see pictures of my teammates" "yeah sure" he pulls out a blurry .5 of suna's nostrils
offers you protein bars and osamus leftovers as snacks
compliments you on literally everything
you wrote two words? he starts cheering and clapping his hands like you're shakespeare presenting a new play
loves pretending to be your strict teacher whenever commenting on your work
makes up for his lack of preparation by making you laugh and flustered
"i think you can add a little more to this part" "you look so sexy calling me dumb"
if you two meet up at a cafe he ALWAYS!!! pays for you
started off as a mistake because he asked you for your order in front of the barista
but he thought for a moment and decided you're worth an extra $5 out of his wallet
always loses his pencils but has dozens of erasers?????
SWEARS by wooden pencils. he sees a mechanical pencil and jumps 5 feet into the air and starts screaming
last few days of the project he looks constipated every time you two are together
"do you need a diaper" "I WANT YOU"
you accept his confession because you unfortunately like him back and because you want a good grade
also because you don't want him pooping his pants
ARAN:
the sweetest!!
always asks how you're doing before pulling out his notes
digital note taker 100%
loves loves loves writing with erasable pen and only uses pencils for exams
is a "let's work on everything together" kinds guy
he says it's to make sure there aren't any disagreements in content and aesthetic (he just wants to talk to you)
if you guys aren't at your house, always offers to walk you back!!!
great academically but if you're making a poster or slideshow do NOT let him decorate it... pls watch out
"does this look good!" "i'm gonna hold your hand when i tell you this..." "omg you want to hold my hand 😍"
starts giggling to himself in his head whenever you guys accidentally touch
you catch him staring at you one day and you don't know what to say so you just stare back
he thinks its so romantic
you're just confused but go along with it
after presentations you think you guys are gonna go back to being friendly classmates but he finds you after class and asks you out :)
KITA:
ACADEMIC WEAPON TEACHERS FAV EVERYONE LOVES HIM
"do you want to read my notes?" he pulls out 5 notebooks with everything color coordinated, sticky tabs, perfect handwriting, and factually correct
he can sit and work for 5 hours straight and still somehow have perfect posture
first time you asked him for help on something you were about to piss yourself because you thought he would call you stupid and send you to hell
he gave you a small smile and started walking you through it with an unmatched level of patience
that was the moment you folded and had to physically restrain yourself from grabbing his cheeks and kissing his face
always offers you tea when you come over and brings out a small tray of snacks
"are you comfortable? do you need any help?"
is suuuuper meticulous but kind with his 739273 different corrections
he swears by the sandwich method of compliment-critique-compliment
"your analysis is amazing in this section but i think you can expand a little bit after because..."
you're the one who confessed first because you thought you would explode from cuteness aggression if you didn't
and also because you thought even if he did reject you, he'd do it in the most painless way
was super happy and bursted into a bright red face but shy smile!!
still told you to go back to the assignment though...
SUNA:
menace i hate him (no i don't)
literally doesn't understand anything that's going on and probably doesn't process what you're saying at first
realizes you're serious about this assignment and forces himself to lock in
asks a BUNCH of questions and jots them down on a google doc
loves to make random conversation when you two are working
actually insane gossiper
nosiest birch you know
allergic to minding his own business that mf has shit on everyone
are you slightly scared of what he has on you? yes. do you still want to hear everything he knows? yes
"i'm taking this info from page 175 of the textbook" "got it, but did you hear that kato is trying to get with his exs best friend??"
leaves notes on your project that are both unserious and encouraging
"omg u are literally einstein"
folds origami when bored
will give you paper cranes, frogs, foxes, and cats whenever you see each other
you discovered that there's small doodles in the posts it's he uses to make them
one day there's your name and his surrounded by hearts like the corny mf he is
confronted him and it and he was just like "oh you found that? well, do you want to go out with me?"
he was NOT SLICK with the way he skipped home and whistled to himself that day after you said yes
OSAMU:
HES TRYING HIS BEST!!! (pt. 2)
can only meet up after school because of volleyball so he offers to cook for you before starting to work
takes notes in class but doesn't understand half the stuff he jots down
writes actual bullshit but half a page in decides to abandon his pride and ask you for help
leans in a little too close whenever listening to what you're saying
tries to make sure your knees are touching and that it's all an accident when your fingers brush (he prepared each scenario in his head before sleeping the night before)
down bad LOSER
spends his time doing his portion of the project while sneaking glances at you
doesn't know how to decorate presentations for the life of him so he is on doodle duty
gives surprisingly good suggestions and takes your corrections to heart
one of the best project partners because of how willing he is to learn and contribute!!! (also because he wants to impress you)
talks shit about his brother to you
atsumu has walked in while osamu was telling you an embarrassing story
they start fighting
osamu gets super embarrassed when you laugh at him
then gets overly confident when you tell him you were rooting for him
will not stop dumb smiling whenever he sees you after that
asks you out after the project is turned in with his hands in his pockets with how they're shaking so much
atsumu who just gets so annoyed at that stupid plushie on your bed.
at first, he denies it. he denies it because the whole matter is just so above and beyond him.
to be genuinely pissed at some stuffed animal? please. he’s THE MSBY Black Jackals’ Setter. a PRO volleyball player. and most importantly, a GROWN man. being jealous over some sewn up cotton? goodness.
but the nights you had abandoned and turned your back towards him just to unconsciously reach for that plushie and cuddle with it instead began to frequent more than atsumu could tolerate.
hes definitely death threatening that stuffed beast (his own choice of words) the morning after.
is this what those scientists in shows felt like when their own experiments went against them? because seeing that white teddy bear he had prided himself in buying as a gift for your anniversary come and replace him during the hours of your slumber wasn’t really the nicest feelings ever.
so, if you find a rather jolly and humming atsumu sipping his coffee at 8:30 am in the morning, just know that he’s feeling really accomplished and expecting your figure to be the only thing he’s holding from the moment you close your eyes, and up for when you open them once again.
“mornin’, baby. whats up with the upset brows?
oh, but don’t look at how the attic just so happened to have its entrance slightly ajar. unfortunately, doing a clean job wasn’t really in atsumu’s blood that day.
____
“atsumu, have you seen the bear you got me for our anniversary? i’m worried… i cant seem to find it. it’s just.. gone?”
“eh? that big thing? how would it even get lost in the first place?”
“i know.. it’s so weird..”
“maybe yer’ just not looking hard enough, sweet.”
“but how—?……also, why’s the attic open?”
“ya look beautiful, by the way.”
“wh—?”
“just woke up too. so gorgeous. wouldn’t expect less from ya. c’mon, let’s go on a walk.”
“but atsumu, the att—
“i think the tulips you planted finally bloomed. let’s check, hm?”
“i just planted them three days ago—?? hey! atsumu! ats—!!”
well. taking an unexpected walk around the neighbourhood on an empty stomach definitely didn’t make things any better that morning.
——
though, if it alleviates anything within you, perhaps do take note at the horror on atsumu’s face upon the sight of your child dusting off that same white teddy bear she had “found while treasure hunting in the attic!” six years later.
as you make a snide comment (totally not directed at your awfully tense husband), and lead your daughter to washing the now roughed up plush, atsumu couldn’t help but feel as if that bear had been plotting against him, making sure to come back with even more malice for their inevitable reunion. (what a poetic mind, atsumu.)
and so, with no you to hold and to feel, and with no daughter to keep close by,
the bed surely felt colder that night.
stupid bear.
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i’m afraid the atsumu hyperfixation is never gonna end
I’m so late, I JUST saw your post 😭 but if you’re still in need of ideas, how abt an absolutely disgustingly sappy diagnosis of lovesickness for our dear atsumu? teasing him for being down horrendously and he doesn’t even bother to fight back bc he’s just like “well yeah” ☹️🫶🏻
I AM FROTHINF AT THE MOUTH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I MISSED HIM I COULD KISS YOU FOR THIS MWAH MWAH MWAH ☹️🩷
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“Bro, you’re so in love with me, it’s craaaaazy.”
Your tease falls from your lips as Atsumu passes you a steaming mug, a smile on his face as he does.
He offers you a shrug, “so what if I do? If you were in my shoes, so would you.” He gently lifts your legs from where they’re curled on the couch and slips under them, resting them back on his thighs for you to continue to rest comfortably. “And don’t call me bro, we’ve been together for 3 years.”
You smile and sip your warm tea, “I’m just saying you want to kiss me so bad it makes you look goofy. Just do it, bro.”
With that, he leans over to press a kiss to your lips, “don’t.” Kiss. “Call.” Kiss. “Me.” Kiss. “Bro.”
“One more, just to be sure?” You mewl, which he immediately provides to you. This time, his lips linger longer, a hand gently resting on your knee and soothingly rubbing his thumb over. You part slightly to put your mug down, relishing in the noise of protest he pouts out. You giggle and turn back to him, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close. “I love you.”
“I love you. So much.” His arms wrap lowly around your waist, tugging you impossibly closer. His lips move down to your neck, sponging wet kisses there before moving up to your cheek. You angle into his touch, fingers toying with the stubbly hairs of his undercut, and you smirk at the gasp and shiver he gives in response.
“You get so drunk on me, oh my god,” you continue to tease. He snickers against your skin. “One ‘I love you’ and you’re down for the count, aren’t you?”
“You know I am,” He mumbles, face lingering in your warm neck. “You would be too, if you were me. You’re just irresistible. Really, this is your fault.”
“No,” you assure. “I’m built different. I’m no softie like you bro.”
Immediately, his fingers spider up your sides and to your ribs, and your arms dart down in defense from his tickles. “What did I say?” He snaps, but his lips are curled into a smirk. “What did I say about calling me bro? Huh? What did I say?”
“Don’t tickle me!” You plead, trapping his strong fingers under your elbow.
“No, I don’t think that was it,” he hums. “I think it was something like… oh! Don’t call me bro! Isn’t that wild? Isn’t that crazy?” He peppers little kisses on your neck, and you toss your head back in laughter.
But you can feel the love emanating off of him. The happiness at hearing your squeals and squirms, coupled with getting drunk from kissing your warm skin truly is enough to get his heart beating, so loud you can practically hear it.
And hey. You’ll take some revenge tickles if it means you get to indulge in this side of him.
cws; swearing, gn?reader but it gives fem to me even tho theres not descriptions of reader or gendered pet names, married life, tooth rotting fluff, yeah.
wc; 605
"'s it too late," atsumu's voice is muffled and his words slurred as he speaks, face buried in your shoulder.
"mm?" you respond sleepily, not really listening to him. strong tan arms are wrapped around your middle, and you absentmindedly curl your fingers into his untoned bleached hair. he purrs at the feeling, pulling you closer to him so he can press his mouth to your neck, grinning lazily. you make a slight noise of protest as you feel his teeth against your neck, and then he bites you, really bites you, to make you shut up.
"mmh, leave the jackals, y'know? fuck 'em, i could become a hermit or a monk or somethin'."
a drowsy, surprised giggle bubbles out of you, and his smile widens in response. he likes making you laugh.
"tsumu," you say, and he realises with glee that you still have your rough, lower-than-usual, sexy morning voice. "tsumu, monks can't get married, i think. and they have to be bald."
he groans, but you're not sure which one it's in response to. switching tactics, you half-heartedly try to push him off you.
"lemme stay here," he whines. "i love you, i wanna—"
"tsumu, no," you chide him, and he quiets down like a kicked puppy. raising his head, he pulls your left hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the spot just above your wedding ring before he gets up with a sleepy yawn.
"five years into our marriage and you still don't let me sleep in," he says with a pout.
you ignore him, pausing mid-movement to admire his sculpted figure and the way his body moves as he transfers his wedding ring from his finger to the chain around his neck. when he notices you looking, a bright, boyish grin lights up his face. "can't risk losing it," he tells you, still smiling. you can't help but mirror his expression with your own giddy, lovestruck smile.
you're fixing up breakfast in the kitchen when he comes in, although he's still not dressed to leave yet. you turn to him, smiling when he nuzzles his face into yours. "baby, can i drive you t'work?"
you shake your head, hands coming up to cup his face. "you're already running late, love."
he rolls his eyes in response, angling his head to kiss your palm. "baby, best friend, love of my fuckin' life. is it such a crime to want to spend more time with you?"
"we have all the time in the world, tsumu," you say. "eat quick and go."
"not leaving the house without you," he says sulkily. "they can practice without their favourite setter for a bit."
"favourite? that's debatable," you tease, sitting down next to him with your own breakfast. atsumu kisses your knuckles again with a sly grin, ignoring your dig at him. "but i'm your favourite setter."
"you're my favourite everything," you say, and then you laugh as the red spreads across his cheeks and his nose and the tips of his ears. your breakfasts remain untouched as he leans in to kiss all over your face in a bid to distract you.
"are you flirting with me, y/n l/n?" he asks.
"maybe," you reply, still laughing.
he shuts you up with a kiss. "what if we skip work today?"
"and do what, exactly?"
"laze around, y'know. i just want to stay with you, spend some time together."
"hmm." you pretend to think, but your mind is already made up. "i dunno..."
he kisses your palm, and then your wrist. "please? "
you've never been able to resist those stupid puppy eyes, anyways.
I HATE THIS ITS SO HAPPY. kmsing. drop a like, rb and or comment if u liked this 🤔🤔 husband atsumu u could fix me
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: (16+) fem! reader, established relationship, mentions of marriage (obvi lol)
𝗮/𝗻: i needed something mushy and disgusting to tide me over. blame the ceo of adderall for how fucking long some of the drabbles turned out i was locked in. also opening requests yay!!! (as always sorry for any typos sending telepathic hugs if any of this is slop)
𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚
» the type to like really want something overly romantic and picturesque
» i’m talking proposal on the beach (you already know this man is asking you in public, sorry)
» he’s been meticulously planning this for the past couple of months, the ringbox is practically burning a hole in his pocket
» when he tells osamu his plan, his brother is surprisingly more than happy to agree to hide somewhere and film it for him (because atsumu will die without the memory to look back on, that’s just how he is)
» calls osamu the night before in a panic, “what if she says no?!” and osamu is like “….be so fr.”
» you’re wondering why exactly your boyfriend is so antsy on the hour-long drive to the beach, raising a brow at how he keeps readjusting his sweaty grip on the wheel or gulping unnecessarily loudly
» accidentally butchers the approach (he’s just so nervous that it seems suspicious)
» proposes on two knees like shane dawson IM JUST KIDDING EVERYONE!!! THAT WAS A JOKE YOU GUYS EVERYBODY LAUGH PLEASE IT WAS A JOKE!!!!!!
Something about Atsumu was off today. What started as a rather awkward car ride bled into a beach day with a subtotal of about three productive conversations. Perhaps you were just making things up, but, you couldn’t exactly stop yourself from reading too much into his antsy tone and darting eyes. What’s going on? The question has plagued you since the moment he’d opened the car door for you that morning.
As night fell, the expected continuation of stuffy silence ensued; there’s a difference between savoring the romance of shared silence and whatever this is. You couldn’t exactly put your finger on why things weren’t normal, but deep in the pit that has been forming in your stomach all day, you knew that they weren’t.
What a shame, tonight is beautiful, after all. The moon is full, casting a milky glow of its face across the rippling waves, illuminating the gritty sand you walk upon. You consider commenting on the way the air was perfectly crisp, not as sticky and humid as it was earlier in the afternoon, but a perfect marriage of chilly winds and hot air.
Just as you prime yourself to speak, Atsumu beats you to it, halting his gait completely, much to your confusion.
A few moments pass that individually feel as if they could have last an eternity, silence only broken by the crashing of waves and distant cawing of seagulls.
“Ya know I love ya, right?” Atsumu says the worst thing he could possibly say in this moment, it leaves you sputtering, wondering what exactly this sudden declaration could imply.
Is he just saying it to say it? Is he mad? Is he breaking up with you?
A nauseous jolt of fear churns in your stomach and sends the painful tingle of unrefined fear crawling up your spine. With haste, you turn away, hoping that as long as you don’t meet his eyes, he won’t say what you’re dreading. Tonight is so beautiful, does he really have to spoil it?
The beach is empty already, tall grass ripples in a dance with salty seawind, and you try your hardest to watch the bobbing of cattails to ignore what stands in front of you. Your struggle to soothe your racing mind suddenly becomes a lot easier as confusion kicks in at the sight of a familiar face that’s quick to duck behind a fence.
“Is that…Osamu?” You squint, straining your eyes to try and make out the identity of the crouched silhouette in the distance with such little clarity provided by dim beacons of moonlight. Atsumu chokes out a strained noise of frustration, his brain temporarily losing all sense of direction in his surprise, and as a result he jumps the gun on what he was waiting at least a few more paces to do.
You’re still caught up in discerning whether that figure in the distance was your boyfriend’s brother, it had to be. The question was, what on earth is he doing here?
Turning back around, the question is raring to fall for your lips, but is quickly drowned out by a short gasp of alarm to see that Atsumu is no longer standing. Down on one knee, he’s already staring at you like you’re the only way he can continue to live, an entire meal in his lifelong starvation. He’s been yearning for this, craving it for longer than he’s let you in on. In spite of his desperation, a dry laugh of self-deprecation tumbles under his breath.
Your hand flies to cup your mouth, and the only thing on your mind is the little box he’s fishing from his back pocket and cracking open before you. “I already knew I’d be asking ya this the first time I met ya,” the smile he dons is less smug than its usual appearance, it’s humble, a quiet declaration of love.
How could you be so stupid to think he’d do anything but this? It’s all led up to this, hasn’t it? Secret love notes shared in high school classrooms, hasty kisses exchanged anywhere you couldn’t be seen. You think of unpacking your first apartment, how it took too long because he kept making you laugh or how he managed to forget his coffee order once but remembered yours, late nights spent touching instead of sleeping and going to his volleyball games where everyone looked at him, but he only ever had the ability to look at you. That’s what this was all along, wasn’t it? The beginning of the rest of your lives had already started a long time ago, before you could realize.
“The best part of my day is wakin’ up and fallin’ asleep next to ya,” he swallows a dull lump in his throat, unable to control his own watery eyes at the sight of fat tears racing down your cheeks and nestling under your chin, “so would ya let me have that for the rest of my life?”
Maybe this wasn’t exactly how he wanted it to go, but there was never a scenario in which he’d do this and regret any part of it. Atsumu hadn’t realized it until the moment came, but it felt as if his entire life had led to this moment, that he was basking in his zenith as you stared down at him and teetered the edge between girlfriend and wife.
And as it grows heavy on his tongue, Atsumu is certain nothing he ever says after this point will be as relieving as this, “Will ya marry me?”
𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚
» This is Osamu Miya there is going to be food involved in the whole production please and thank you
» Has the wise idea to ask the owner of the bakery next door to bake the engagement ring into a cake
» The problem? He's now convinced himself that you are going to choke to death right in front of him
» Thinks the perfect opportunity is when you visit him at the shop when you're done with work, only because that's his favorite time of the day
» Lowkey nervous but is not about to go to Atsumu for advice, he is going to make it ten times worse
Nights like these weren’t uncommon since you moved in with Osamu, but they're still as wonderful as the first. He never thought you were one to enjoy this type of busywork, which is why he hardly asked you to help until you voiced how much you loved helping him close up his shop.
His employees are long gone for the night, you finish mopping up the dining area with a satisfied hum as Osamu counts up the till in the back. After draining the mop bucket, you knock softly upon the door, opening it at the sound of his hummed response.
“Well? Are we billionaires?” You snicker as you catch the tail end of him locking the safe, “Almost there.” He snorts, standing up with a certain stiffness that wasn’t there earlier, you chose to pin it on a tiring day finally catching up to him.
Osamu stretches his back with a drawn-out sigh, then tilts his head down at you, “Dessert?”
Tonight, just like every other night, your boyfriend made sure that you ate before helping him clean up, happy to share another meal with you in the empty shop. It wasn’t uncommon to celebrate the end of the day with the pint of ice cream stowed in the freezer for this specific reason, but you were certain that the both of you had dug out the lasts of it a couple of days ago.
“You got another pint of ice cream?” You question, eyeing the walk-in freezer tucked in the corner of the brightly lit kitchen. Osamu shakes his head with a sniff, “Nah, dropped by next door during my lunch break.” He supplies, reaching down to open the mini fridge under his desk. The business next door was a bakery, and it happened to be one of your favorite spots when you had the time to drop by, which meant that…
“You got cake?” You straighten up with excitement as he pulls out a clear to-go box containing a hefty slice of rich chocolate cake. Osamu smirks, following you back to the front to share it at the counter while he listens to your happy chatterings of how you’d been craving this all day.
Leaning on the counter across from you, he’s close enough to see his own reflection in the glint of your eyes, had he looked this nervous the whole time? Truth be told, Osamu has also had his mind on something all day too, but it was much more complex than the slice of cake he’d turned around to get a pair of forks for. Well, technically, the problem lays within the cake.
This was no spur of the moment idea, but it felt too soon. What is he going to say? Would you even think this is romantic enough? It’s a stupid idea, isn’t it? And it’s too late to fix it, because there’s nothing he could do about the ring that sits latent between two layers of chocolate sponge.
He hands you a fork, jaw clenched unusually tight as he grits his teeth to bite back to the urge to begin panting with worry. Osamu is unable to hold his own fork properly, clammy hands making a weak attempt at gripping the cold metal while he hovers it over the cake, waiting for you to dig into it without a clue of what’s to come.
Partially nervous, but overcome with excitement, he gnaws on the side of his mouth when you bring a large, ringless piece of cake to your mouth.
You chew thoughtfully, blissfully unaware of the way Osamu can practically feel his heart jumping up his throat; there’s nothing too noticeable about the shift in his stoic demeanor, but it does raise a few red flags in your mind to see that he has yet to take a bite.
A look of confusion pulls at your eyebrows and Osamu thinks he might be done for as you eye him curiously, bringing your fork down to dig out another bite. Your fork hits something solid, bringing your attention down to the dessert in front of you. You let out a quick noise of surprise at the clinking noise of metal against metal.
“What the-...” you frown, initially in disgust (which nearly makes Osamu keel over and die), but your jaw quickly goes slack as you lift your fork up, a ring dangling off of one of the tines.
Osamu lets out a breath of relief, glad you didn’t choke to death (which was one of the worst case scenarios he had formulated in his head during the day), then smirks weakly, “Sorry it’s kinda covered in cake.” Why would that be the first thing he says? Is he an idiot?! He feels his cheeks begin to run hot before finding that the shock in your expression has since melted into something else.
“Is this-” you suck in a strained breath when your lover steps from around the corner, taking the ring from your fork. He’s happy that most of the cake had fallen off at this point. “Y’know, I’ve played this over so many times in my head and I still haven’t figured out what to say at this part.” Osamu huffs, partly to himself as he gets down on one knee.
At this point, you’ve stood up once more, clutching a hand to your mouth in surprise. Part of you truly believed you might be dreaming, nothing so perfect could ever happen in real life, could it?
A hopeful look lights up in Osamu’s eyes, the inevitable feeling of a shaky smile tugs at his lips. There’s nothing he’s wanted more in his entire life than to ask you this question, and no matter how it happens, he needs you to know that much.
“I thought I could tell ya how much I love ya, but, I really can’t put that into words,” he’s surprised at the faltering in his voice, his throat caught with a sudden onslaught of emotions, “But I do love ya and I want to spend the rest of my life with ya…more than I’ll ever be able to say,”
You’re already nodding, unable to bring yourself to speak, before he can even ask the question. It makes a lighthearted laugh fall under his breath, unadulterated by anything but love, “Would ya let me marry ya?”
𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨
» Has been wanting to do this for well over a year but keeps chickening out, who woulda thunk it?
» After drunkenly complaining to the twins about it, Osamu suggests he proposes in a more nostalgic setting (less daunting than his previous attempts in fancy restaurants and sunny flower gardens)
» Nostalgic? Suna can't help but think about your first date, which initially seems like a good idea, but now that he's thinking about it...
» If this canoe tips over he's going to die. He's not even going to try to come back up for air. That's it for him.
Suna is beginning to really wonder how lame a person could be before it’s cause for concern. This is attempt number four at proposing to you, and he still has not mustered up the courage to do it. Three dates beforehand, each time a ring box burning a hole in his pocket, each time the two of you walk away unengaged. This time was different, it had to be.
This spot was very familiar, the location of your first date. No, it was not a romantic Italian restaurant nor was it an impressive botanical garden. Your first date, as you both recall, was a terrible attempt at a boat picnic, ending in a capsized canoe and everything precious overboard. Now, it could be a gamble, but Suna was more than willing to right his near-decade-old wrong.
The two of you had paddled out to the middle of the same lake, giggling nervously at every unexpected rock the boat made, an internalized panic attack happening in Suna’s brain each time he thought about the ring in his back pocket at the bottom of the lake. This is a terrible idea, why did he let Atsumu convince him otherwise?
It was sunset, the bright orange glow of the sun gradually sinking beneath the horizon cast a golden hue across Suna’s face, lighting the sage green of his watchful eyes. You’re gripping onto either side of the canoe, trying to catch your breath, “I’m not in shape for this,” you groan playfully.
Suna snorts at this, rolling his eyes, “Stop acting like I didn’t do all of the paddling over here.”
You let out an indignant scoff, nudging him with your oar, “That’s your duty as my boyfriend.”
He chuckles in amusement, but he’s once again reminded of why he suggested you two spend your Saturday like this, for him to stop being your boyfriend. “Is it now?” he hums, sobering up a bit from the laughter.
“Mhm.” You nod, crossing your arms with a feigned scowl that makes his heart flutter.
“Would it be my duty if I were your husband?” God, what is he saying? He’s totally going off script. Suna hates how easy it is to let you throw him off kilter, but, he doesn’t miss the sudden break in your expression.
“I suppose it would be, yeah.” You sniff, fighting hard to preserve the joking nature of your conversation despite the weird twist of hope that made your head spin. Rintaro was only joking, you know that, but the way he was looking at you begged to say otherwise.
He clears his throat, “I’d really like that.”
You place your palms, suddenly softened with sweat, onto the tops of your knees, the corners of your mouth twitching in thought, “You’d like paddling me out to the middle of a lake?”
Rintaro breaks the charged silence with a deep laugh, some foreign mixture of nerves and mind numbing love bubbled up in his chest, and he knows for certain that this is always going to be why he loves you.
“I wouldn’t mind it that much,” he supplies, reaching back to pull out a little box from behind him, “But, you know, I’d have to marry you first, so…”
“Rin!” You yelp, trying your very hardest to stay balanced as he shifts carefully to one knee on the floor of the boat; it’s no use, if you really were in danger of tipping over, you were too preoccupied with the sight before you to really do anything.
“And I’d love to do a lot more for you than paddling a boat, y’know? I’d love to do anything for you,” the top lid of the box pops open, revealing a gorgeously cut diamond that reflects the light bouncing off the water from a fading afternoon sun. “I really want to spend my life making you happy.”
Suna sucks in a deep breath, then smiles at your look of shock slowly fading into a quivering smile and teary eyes, “Would you let me do that for you? Will you marry me?”
𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞
» Who says something has to be extravagant to be romantic? Not him
» Kita's a very go with the flow kinda guy, he says what comes to mind and hopes you'll feel comfortable enough to do the same with him
» So why on earth would he want to surprise attack you with a proposal? Seems unsensible to him
» Kita "I'll let you pick out the ring" Shinsuke, everybody
Kita always made sure to keep a schedule with you around; before the two of you lived together, he found himself working in the rice paddies later into the early evening, but when he has you to come home to, he can’t be home soon enough.
The smell of dinner meets him as he walks through the door, slipping off his work shoes with a sigh of relief to finally be in your presence once more. The sound of you clattering around with pans and dishes in the kitchen is enough to make him want to fall to your feet in gratitude. What did he ever do to deserve you in his life? Monumental good deeds from countless past lives must have added up in order for him to have the pleasure of just knowing you.
“How was your day?” you muse sweetly as he walks into the kitchen, placing a chaste kiss onto the crown of your head like always, “Just fine.” He replies, leaning up slightly against the counter to watch you mix up something in a pot that smells absolutely delicious. As you tap the wooden spoon against the lip of the pot, he’s brought back to reality once more.
All day he’s been wondering how he should approach this. He knew he certainly wanted it to happen tonight, and after a short phone call with Aran on the car ride home, he decided there was no other way for him to ask you than the way he’d initially decided.
Nothing too plain, Aran advised, but nothing too extravagant either.
Kita couldn’t understand this advisory if he tried, and he did try. So, he thought to himself, why not just do what feels right? That’s what he’s been doing this whole time, hasn’t he?
He clears his throat, earning your attention from the meal you were making him.
“Do you want to get married?” Shinsuke asks plainly, almost so plain that you nearly let out a generic hum of agreement, before reevaluating the words just spoken.
“What?” you choke, snapping your head to fully face him, baffled by the perfectly calm expression he held.
“Well, I figured,” he shrugs, “You and I have been together for a while and I don’t think I want that to ever stop, do you feel that way, too?”
To say this isn’t exactly what you would expect from Shinsuke is a lie, he’s always been this way. Other people may find this seemingly nonchalant nature of his insincere, but you know without a doubt that it is perhaps the closest to sincere a person can really get. No sugarcoating, pure honesty, and you know every word he says is impossibly planned out with the same thoroughness he uses to approach everything in life.
“I’d love that,” you finally speak up with a nod, feeling a deep blush begin to blossom in your cheeks with inherent delight, something you’ve always had when looking at Shinsuke.
His eyes light up, a content grin making its rare appearance, “You mean it?” You nod and another, more tender kiss is placed upon your pretty forehead, his hand cradling the back of your neck, “I’m happy to hear that.”
Ever since you’ve fallen in love with Kita, since you’ve started living with him and sharing every spare moment by his side, you’ve come to realize that life doesn’t need to be anything more than simple. Life in itself when you are in love is more than enough. And as you continue your night as if nothing really changed, you realize that this is exactly the case.
The ring Shinsuke lets you pick out the next day has no effect on his preexisting unconditional love for you, he already knew that he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life. The vows you exchange, and the home you make, and the nameplate outside that reads Kita are all just byproducts of something much better, the fact that he’s devoted his life to you.
𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨
» Aran is just effortlessly romantic sometimes, it's perplexing
» Maybe it has something to do with how genuinely sweet he's always been to you, but you swear you don't even see this one coming
» Even if things aren't going according to plan, he's surprisingly more sure of himself than he's ever been of anything
» Of course he manages to make getting poured down on movie scene level romantic sighinggg
Just his luck, he thought. The moment you two head out towards the restaurant (in which he had a very large task to fulfill) an onslaught of unpredicted rain began to pour. Hollering in horrified excitement, the two of you make a run for it, regretting the wise idea to take the scenic route through the downtown park a few blocks away from your apartment.
Seizing your wrist, he takes you to what he considers his saving grace, a perfectly located gazebo to hide from the rain. You’re both panting from the sprint, soaked to the bone from the heavy showers that are now accompanied by crashing thunder. In no time, however, your rasping breaths dissolve into laughter at how dumb of a situation you two landed yourselves in, like always.
“My makeup is running,” you whine, looking at your reflection on the screen of your phone. Aran shakes his head lightheartedly, bringing a hand up to move wet strands of hair from your face, “Your makeup is absolutely fine,” he counters fondly.
How could he manage to make a terrible situation like this so romantic? You’ll never understand him for the life of you.
“I, um,” Aran seems to be deep in thought all of the sudden, before interrupting himself quickly, “we better head back as soon as it stops raining, I don’t want you to catch a cold.” You don’t miss the hint of disappointment in his voice, it makes your heart begin to sink. Was he angry? No, he didn’t seem angry at all.
“Good idea.” You nod, holding your hands behind your back, “This totally sucks, huh?”
Aran agrees with a dry chuckle, something different starting to wash over his face; he wanted this to happen tonight, maybe it still can, just not how he wanted it.
Who is he kidding? The only thing that ever mattered about tonight was slipping a ring on your finger, he couldn’t care any less about a romantic walk through the park or a fancy dinner. He had something even better than what you expected for the night in his back pocket, weighing it down as a constant reminder.
“Actually, I had something else in mind for tonight,” he starts, a bit unsure of where this will lead, “Oh?” You muse curiously, tilting your head at him ever so slightly. “Yeah,” he swallows thickly, then lets a long breath escape him.
“In fact, I don’t care if we miss dinner, because,” he musters enough strength to smirk at you, fumbling around in his back pocket before pulling out a small velvet box, “this is what tonight was supposed to be about.”
You gasp as he effortlessly drops to one knee, offering up the ring with a beam of satisfaction, “The only thing I’m really worried about is making sure I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”
He’s right. Nothing else matters but this. The heavy downpour, the angry honks of cars on wet streets, distant carryings of music from somewhere in the distance, none of it mattered, nor will it ever. The only thing that you could find a care for is the warmth spreading through your body as Aran gazes up at you with such a tender display of love.
atsumu who goes above and beyond to impress you, his crush and classmate of four years, in all definitions of “impress.”
honestly how the fuck isn't it obvious to you by now, he might as well be walking around with “i like y/n” tattooed on his forehead.
you mention you like guys that can cook once and holy fuck atsumu who still doesn't know how to use the microwave without quite literally burning the food, who's never chopped onions before without ending up with enough cuts to bandage his whole hand— that atsumu practices for weeks and stays up till 2 am to prepare for the lunch he'll make for himself, because osamu said said no and then because you bring homemade lunch to stay and eat in class with your friends— he'll casually just plop down on the seat next to you, his friends will then very obviously willingly talk loudly about his lunch and he'll just throw in a, “yeah, made it maself, 'm a solid chef, who do ya think taught 'samu?”
okay if that didn't get your attention, no worries, what are his friends there for?
if atsumu gets lucky in a day and catches you chatting away with your friends in the hallway, then he instructs his friends to walk past you, hover in the corner, just within your earshot— “'kay, so when we pass her by, ya gotta speak ma name real loud, loud enough so she can hear it, but don't annoy her”
and so for the time you stand there, trying to hold a conversation with your friends, all your mind can really focus on is the, “atsumu was so fucking good in practice today, if we're gonna win, then it'll be all him”
and then you hear the subject of the conversation speak, “nah, we're a team, every time we win, it's all thanks ta you guys,” because you also mentioned you like modest, humble guys.
god forbid the days you're absent in class.
atsumu who's sulking all day, doesn't know what the fuck is going on in classes, he's half in and half not in every conversation, even his passes are sloppy and weak. to the point osamu and suna are concerned, well, in their own ways, “are ya constipated or something, yer missin’ your spikes and yer passes as clumsy,” osamu says off-handedly.
“i heard y/n didn't come today, i think her friends said she's sick.” suna chips in, and atsumu shrinks in his spot like a grumpy cat.
“i already know that, wouldn't have come today if i knew she wasn't comin’.”
“you'd miss practice then.”
“don't care, don't talk to me, don't wanna do anything, what's the point.”
“down fucking bad,” suna muses, and atsumu glares at him.
atsumu's day is ruined and his disappointment is immeasurable. why did you get sick? how could you get sick? now he's worried and half of himself and his passes are shit and god, he wants to see you. he feels like he could die.
then when you finally show up the next day after what felt like eternity to atsumu, you find on your desk a pile of snacks with a little note— banana milk, everyone knows it's your favourite, the bar of chocolate they only sell down the convenience store near the school, the glazed donuts that you're always eating in class, and a lot of bubblegums that only one person in class knows you like— atsumu's handwriting is rushed and barely comprehensive but you know it by heart because he doesn't know you saw him slip the note you found in your locker this morning, and countless other mornings—
“i hope you smile because of this”
atsumu as a secret admirer is... not so secret because he's still unaware that you see him every morning, and let him giggle to himself as he slips the notes and the strips of bubblegums in your locker— you don't even like that flavor.
but he gave them, so you think they might just be your favourite.
then again, maybe atsumu doesn't want to be a secret admirer.
atsumu has a crush on you and you know that— he's very obvious. but he's also very dense and doesn't realise that everyone besides him can see you like him too. he doesn't know the only reason you bring homemade lunch is because he had started to eat lunch in class with his friends. you stand in the hallways with your friends pretending to talk so that when atsumu's walking past you, his friends will practically yell his name and you'll see him blushing shyly. he still doesn't know you come to his every match, cheering for him and scream with joy at every one of his scores.
atsumu makes it obvious he has a crush on you but is stupidly dense that you reciprocate all the same :'))))
notes : just things he does that gives you butterflies
when iwaizumi lies down on the couch, he likes to pull you with him and make you settle on top of him. he loves feeling your body against his and just being your pillow in general literally does not care how much you weigh or if you're afraid of being heavy. if you try to wiggle out, he'll cup your ass and make you stay.
atsumu has a tendency to trail kisses down your neck when you're doing something. he especially likes doing it when you're at the stove cooking. something about how he cages you with his arms and slowly kisses down your neck makes your knees turn to jelly <3
matsukawa likes to hold you by the hip. if you're out in public, his hand slowly trails down from your waist to your hip and holds you close no matter where you are. you constantly find his hands drifting even lower and by then you have to shoot him a glare to make sure he behaves.
suna does that thing where he leans down closer to you when you talk. it doesn't matter if you're sitting down next to him or lying back on top of him, he will move his face closer to yours and look you in the eyes while you're talking. he knows it flusters you so when he does it, he has this cheeky smile on his face
i fully believe hinata likes to lift you up just for funsies. like you could be doing the dishes and he needs to grab something from the cupboard above you so he'll lift you up to gently put you to the side. or when you're too lazy to get up and shower, mans will literally carry you on his shoulders like a baby. or when you're in the pool, he easily slips his hands on your hips to bring you up his shoulders. you weigh nothing to him bro
suga likes to tilt your head up when he wants your attention. like not in a demanding way but more like a look at me and only me kind of way. he has this smirk on his face when tilts your head up with his pointer finger, face inching closer to yours as he grabs your attention. literal definition of looks like an angel but an absolute teaseeeeee
matsukawa issei proposes to you on your second date.
sort of.
he says it so casually, so effortlessly. like he was commenting on your choice of shoes, or the weather.
"i think i could spend the rest of my life with you."
you play it off as simple flirtation, albeit a little forward, but that's just who issei is. brazen. unfiltered. constantly toeing a line between jest and sincerity.
time goes on. casual dates turn to dating, two apartments become one, lives apart become a life together.
issei brings up marriage all the time. you always laugh and play it off.
on your first anniversary he tells you he was looking at rings a few days prior. you tell him you want a diamond so big it makes your finger ache under the weight of it.
on your birthday two years in, he remarks that the botanical garden you two visit for the day would make a good wedding venue. you tell him you'll only marry him in the spring when the flowers are in bloom.
on christmas after three years together, he tells you he can't wait to watch your children open gifts. you tell him he needs to improve his gift wrapping before that happens.
and on a random tuesday four years after your second date, matsukawa issei sinks to his knee in your shared living room. it's raining outside. you're wearing your pyjamas. the diamond on the ring is sparkling in the blue light of the television.
"i wanted to wait for a special occasion," he says, and this time you know it's not a joke, that it really never was, "but I've asked you so many times by now, on holidays and birthdays or whatever, I guess there's not much point."
outside the rain patters against the window panes. issei's face is full of hope.
did you ever happen to finish those akaashi bf hcs 👉👈
— akaashi relationship hcs
note from nia: YES. copy pasting this from my notes BFSJFB mini LL break time for keiji my beloved <3 (LL gang ur getting rime hcs today i pinky promise)
he is sooo. [perfect man] [angel] [beautiful romantic music]
he asks what you did today instead of how your day was because he knows it's easier and wants to hear every detail
he takes note of your interests and offhand comments of things you want so he can surprise you
he's so good at that tikotok couple gift challenge where you need to buy something that fits the prompts. so nonchalant about it smh
he'll quietly drop off some cut up fruits and a drink while you're working, kissing your forehead before leaving
he has a private playlist filled with songs that remind him of you and your relationship. he's flustered when you first find out but it works out when you make a collaborative playlist for both of you to have
he really appreciates how he can be open and comfortable around you. his laughs are louder and sometimes he'll even snort at an unexpected joke (he's embarrassed at first until you do it too </3)
he writes little notes and doodles for you to keep or put on your wall
i think people forget keiji is completely capable of being a Menace. one time he hit you with a pillow because you weren't waking up. when you shot up and asked "did you just hit me with a fucking pillow?" all he said was "what pillow?" as if he wasn't holding it
he offers to text or vc whenever it's late and you can't fall asleep. he'll tell a story or quietly hum a song
if you have something on your face he'll turn you towards him and gently wipe it off
he lets you put makeup and nail polish on him as long as it isn't too bright
sometimes he'll text you during his break at practice or work
he sends a photo captioned "save me" even though you cannot, in fact, save him
he's very cute & fun when you try to do a text prank on him because sometimes he's confused but he's Got the spirit!
you start sending song lyrics and he's like ?? but then realizes they're lyrics and sends the next lines and asks "did i do it right is this what you wanted"
he likes studying with you whether you're quizzing each other or just body doubling. you both make sure you aren't overworking (or goofing off)
he's really good at explaining things + he's very patient :[ if you don't understand his explanation he'll try wording it differently and showing more examples
he doesn't accept any bad self-talk . if you say anything along the lines of "i can't do this" or "i'm too dumb for this" he tuts and makes you look at him
kisses you on your forehead and promises that he'll keep helping and that you'll be alright
(you can ask for extra kisses and he'll jokingly call you needy before agreeing. forehead again, cheeks, nose, mouth. same order every time)
so grateful whenever you bring him his regular coffee order (if he hasn't already bought it plus your own drink)
he never fails to take you out on a date after exam season is over
yes yes cafe dates, museum visits, picnics at the park. why is no one taking this guy to a butterfly conservatory or pottery date. why are you not bringing him to a bookstore to pick out books and annotate and read together. why are you not staying in and attempting to cook or bake together....come on
you guys bought a cute plushie on a date and named it and now it's your child. sorry
the first time you held hands he was so !!!!!! oh my god he was nervous about his hand being sweaty and whenever you had to let go he'd aggressively wipe it on his pants just in case
now it's a normal thing you do and his heart still flutter a little but at least it isn't as bad
he wanted to get you flowers for your first date but started overthinking about if it was too basic, if you'd want to take care of them, etc.
he settles on your favourite snack and a necklace instead
genuinely so relieved when you put the necklace on and very happy when he sees you wearing it days after
makes sure you get inside before leaving, waves to you through your window with a smile
he overthinks and gets stressed sometimes. he tries his best to stop bottling it up and often comes to you first for comfort
he likes to play with your fingers and asks you to brush through his hair with your free hand
if he sees you in bed he comes in beside you and nuzzles his face into your neck
when you ask if he's alright he hums, "just needed to be with you for a while." oh i love u sir
he loves sleeping with his head laying on your chest or yours on his
will happily be big or small spoon
if you have pets they like him better than you. i'm sorry we lose
if you want him to meet your family, he gets all nervous but they end up loving him (who doesn't love akaashi keiji i'm srs)
took you stargazing once and when he saw a shooting star he wished he'd be able to stay with you and make you happy
arguments very rarely if ever happen. if they do happen they're resolved quickly because they'd probably revolve around taking care of yourselves better, anxieties, etc.
prints photos he's taken of you and the two of you together and puts them on the wall above his desk to look at
he invites you to watch his games and smiles and waves when he spots you
the team (bokuto) teases him and he blushes a little but then tells them it isn't his fault they aren't also in a relationship (Rip)
living with akaashi and him coming home and never failing to find you and say "hi love" before anything else oughghfhh
note from nia: i love atsumu so dearly my comfort boy
does workouts with you. as in either both of you working out, you laying underneath him while he does push-ups so he can kiss you, or just you watching and cheering him on
loves bragging about you and posting you together on all of his social media if you're comfortable with it
he loves it if you get along well with samu. even if he denies it, his twin matters a lot to him and if you guys didn't get along,, there would be a major issue
atsumu asking osamu to help him make your favourite dishes for your anniversary or valentine's or birthday or Whatever else
he's going to be the first person to wish you happy birthday. if any of your friends try to take his title he's fighting them with a timer open and text pre-typed (if he isn't already with you or on vc)
after a long day of practice he finds you and plops right on top. he's a koala and he won't let go until he feels better
gives you the biggest possible hug he can when he spots you for the first time in a long time
oh my god his hugs are so :'/ they're the kind that engulf you and make you feel all warm and giddy while he nuzzles against your neck. i know they are.
very good when you're feeling upset because he won't let go until you do. even if you do go to let go, he's going to make sure you want to and it's not because you don't want to take up his time
threatens to fight someone if he finds out you're upset—says he'll even bring the team along to intimidate them
sometimes when atsumu gets drunk he gets way more emotional (and clingy) so you lay there and rub his back while he goes on about all the things he loves about your relationship and how much you mean to him with tear stains on your shirt
would absolutely 100% adore if you wanted to get matching jewelry or clothes with him. atsumu giving you a necklace or ring with his initials somewhere?? him playing with his own from you when he's thinking or bored?? yeah.
if you fall asleep on his shoulder he may or may not also fall asleep and lay his head on yours
thinking about both of you having a sort of annoying day and just,, ranting to each other when you get home. him going "YEAH! Fuck that guy!" i love solidarity and validation
would play horror games with you like phasmophobia or the forest and try to get you killed until he's scared and then trying to cling onto you
atsumu gaming with his friends. you walking in to check on him and he asks you to cheer him on. "see? aren't ya jealous i have a partner and you losers don't?"
he's muted in the server
it's absolutely nothing against you though. they say hi to you, even ask why you're with him while he's going "HEY" in the background
would (try to) make decisions with rock paper scissors or flipping a coin. picking where to eat, what to watch, who's bringing the dishes to the sink,,
as an anxious person,, atsumu would order the food with no complaints. he loves when you can depend on him
adores when you watch his games, especially if you don't really know much about volleyball (at first). you tell him you're coming to a game and he promises to work even Harder than usual.
telling atsumu you can't come to his game and he gets sad but then he sees you in the stands and he has to stop himself from leaving and running up to you
if you wear his jersey or cheer him on he gets all excited and proud while the other team stares dumbfounded
he's just as supportive of everything you do !! he's going "wow??" and kissing you and gushing about you all the time
would try to take part and copy what you're doing if you asked and he may not be. good. but it's very endearing
would try to sing duets with you at karaoke even if neither of you are very good or taking it seriously. atsumu suddenly looking into your eyes very seriously during a romantic line. ough
casually remembers your regular orders and when you're like ??? he stares back like ??? who do you think i am
likes feeding you or vice versa. he does it sort of casually and you're like ? hello? and he stares back like Eat It,
makes sure to kiss you during the new year's countdown
putting on socks and sliding around the house with him :( he's blasting music that you can hear in every room and trying to dance with you
there's a note in his notes app with dates where things happened that got him all giddy and In Love TM. he'd never let you see it but if you ever stumbled upon it it'd be shit like "3/21 THEY PUT A BLANKET OVER ME WHEN I FELL ASLEEP" "6/13 [photo of you curled up asleep]" "10/31 i fucking hate haunted houses but they were clinging onto me and i saw the meaning of the universe" "11/17 nothing happened today but i just remembered how much i love and wanna marry em"
a/n: y’all really blew me away with the response to the acts of service post and so here is the next part! it took a second to come out because I’ve been struggling with a head injury but it’s up now! I hope y’all enjoy!
love language masterlist | acts of service | quality time |
atsumu —
constantly keeps a hand on your waist if you walking together or holds you hand if he’s carrying anything. big fan of low key PDA: holding hands, quick kisses on your cheek, keeping a hand on your waist/lower back. he loves the little touches. when alone he likes to hold you close, have your head on his chest, pressing kisses to your hair. typically only touchy if you’re walking someplace together or at home, but if you initiate he will keep his hand in yours the whole time.
matsukawa —
holds you close anytime he can. likes when you sit on his lap. will take ANY excuse to have you in his lap or to carry you. stub your toe? up you go. this man is hands and shameless. he takes pride in the fact that he can tend to your needs, and likes showing that off by holding you. isn’t super big about it in public spaces like school or restaurants, but his home screen is a picture of his lifting you up in victory after an early volleyball tournament third year.
kuroo —
likes to hold your hand when you go out to eat together. presses small kisses to your hair, your cheek, your ear whenever his face is close to yours whether it’s standing up from tying his shoe, fixing a strand of your hair, or just sitting together. loves to play with your hair and have you lay on his chest, his body, rest your head upon his shoulder. he revels in the close contact and the fact that you trust him with yourself.
tsukishima —
is very shy which his touch, tries to be as discrete as possible but he is just a tiny wee bit clingy. likes to link pinkies when you walk. share his headphones with you and fall asleep with your heads resting together. loves when you relax into him when your tucked up under his arms. is big on giving you kisses when alone, on your forehead, your lips, your hands if your walking somewhere and there’s no one around. he’s not ashamed of you it’s just that akiteru saw him holding your hand and press a kiss to your knuckles and he yet to live it down.
tendo —
this man is a smitten kitten. a complete whirlwind of a boyfriend. likes to come up out of nowhere and smack one on you when you least expect it. enjoys resting his chin on your shoulder when your working on something and watching as you do it. always keeps a hand on your lower back if getting by you but especially if you’re in a crowded area. have to walk through a crowd? hand is secured. having to stand together on the train because it’s full? hand on your back. really just likes to keep you close and safe, and never make it possible for you to doubt his love.
