i just scooped through your account bcs im bored on holiday and howleymowley i love all of your mha work😭😭💕💕 and i saw youre currently open for request so can i pretty please request smau and headcanon with tenya, katsuki, and any character you want about them taking care of sick reader but reader used to go to a boarding school and everytime they sick, their room/dormmate doesnt really taking care of them properly(and some of them wasnt even care abt reader) so they forced to be independently taking care of themselves so when the boys taking care of them they wasnt really used to this and felt guilty but the boys reassured them that its okay and they deserve to get taken care!! im sorry if its quite long and eng is not my first language sooo yeah,,, thankyou if you decided to do this req and please take care of yourself too!! dont want ya to get sick bcs there wont be any fictional character taking care of you 😔😔 hope you have a good day/night and dont forget to take care of yourself and drink lots of water!!
THERE FOR YOU ⸻ E. KIRISHIMA, K. BKG, T. IIDA ; gn reader
SYNOPSIS — how mha boys take care of their independent sick partner.
INCLUDES — headcannons, oneshot, fluff, slight angst.
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EJIRO KIRISHIMA
ejiro is naturally a really kind person. taking care of you when you’re sick is no biggie!
as soon as he gets the news, he’s at your door with medicine, food, blankets and even takes the time to fluff up your pillows.
he’ll stick close to your side, claiming that as long as you sneeze anywhere other than his face, he should be a-okay!
but he does understand your feelings of embarrassment as you’re not really used to this kind of care. so he distracts you from feeling bad by doing fun things.
all you did was send a text to mina, asking if she could bring medicine to you. it wasn’t that serious, but you couldn’t risk going out with a mask because if ejiro saw, he’d be all over you.
it wasn’t annoying, it was just a bit… new to you. ejiro has a very warm heart and is always willing to help others. but you didn’t want to bother him with your silly cold, so you decided to keep it from him.
but lo and behold, just a few minutes after you sent the text, knocks were heard on your door and the muffled voice of your boyfriend spoke from behind it. “y/nnnn,” he dragged out, “let me in!”
what the hell mina, it was supposed to be a discreet exchange of medicine.
you said to mina (telepathically) as you opened the door to see kirishima with his non – existent tail wagging behind him and an apologetic mina standing to his side.
and so, here you were. all tucked into bed with a warm blanket and fluffy pillows as ejiro blew at the soup he bought for you, making sure it was not too hot. “ejiro… seriously you have to back up, you’re gonna catch my cold.” you said, keeping the blanket over your mouth. the red – head just grinned at you, gently pulling down the blanket and giving the bowl to you. “don’t worry, babe! i’ve got a strong immunity system, now drink your soup, i cooled it for ya!” he chirped, watching you intensely as you drank it.
you diverted your eyes from his gaze and instead, stared at the patterns of the crimson riot blanket he got for you. “thank you for everything kiri, the soup is really delicious. but you can go now, i don’t want you getting sick too and plus, the class is having movie night later. you should go attend.” you said, poking at the floating veggies in your bowl.
“pshh, it’s fine! i’d be so unmanly if i didn’t take care of ya, and besides, you’ve taken care of me many times. it’s only fair if i return the favor!” he exclaimed as he took the empty bowl from you, “and… movie night with the class isn’t the best thing ever. god knows how many spoilers someone drops in the middle of the movie and how iida nags at us if it has inappropriate scenes.” he commented, letting out a giggle from you. “and then there’s mineta, who always drools over the female leads!” you pointed out, earning disgusted faces from both of you.
“hey!” ejiro yelled suddenly, making you jump in surprise, “if we can’t be with the class tonight, let’s have our own movie night!” he declared, rummaging through his bag for a laptop and propping it up on the bed. he put on a movie and crawled under the covers with you, holding onto your body as if you weren’t sick.
“you’re seriously gonna get sick, dude.” you said, knowing that you should leave his grasp, but your body leaned into his chest. “actually, i’ll get sick if my partner calls me ‘dude’, but i guess that’s just me.” he joked, delivering his line with utmost sadness.
“you’re stupid.”
“stupid for ya!”
KATSUKI BAKUGO
he knows you're going to fall sick before you know it.
he's quite observant. so if you show the slightest bit of a sniffle or fatigue, especially when the weather changes, he's already ready.
very thorough when taking care of a sick you, kind of like a mother. (he will glare at you if you say no to eating a particularly nasty vegetable or refuse to drink the fever soup he makes for you. but hey, it's for your benefit.)
he knows something is up when you are too reluctant to accept his help. but he will make sure that you know that he'd be there for you no matter how sick you get.
you had decided to skip class today, your stuffy nose and cough was going to get you nowhere other than the nurse’s office. you had gone to get some medicine but ended up being too tired to move, so recovery girl suggested you rested for a while before returning back to your dorm.
the clinic was empty this morning, so it was quiet, the perfect napping spot. you were just about to drift back to sleep when you heard the clinic door open and heavy footsteps enter the room. this person walked right past recovery girl and instead, stood at the foot of your bed, the faint smell of your favorite soup wafting with him.
katsuki.
“kats! what are you —” you were cut off with a cough as you tried to sit up. katsuki gently helped you up, placing pillows behind your back. “don’t strain yourself. i got you some soup, eat.” he stated, pulled a chair right next to your bedside.
“no wait — you’re gonna get sick!” you urged, stretching your arms out to stop him from coming closer. “i said to not strain yourself, dumbass. don’t you have to take a pill? you can’t take that shit with an empty stomach. now be quiet. i know your throat hurts when you’re sick.” he replied, shutting you up as he took out a soup container from the plastic bag.
he used a spoon to scoop up the soup, making sure to get the vegetables as well, and held it in front of your mouth. your ears turned red with embarrassment as you hurried to grab the spoon from him, only for him to open his mouth slightly, urging you to imitate. swallowing all the leftover pride you had, you accepted and allowed him to feed you.
for the next couple of minutes, there was silence between the two of you, the only sound being the scraping of the spoon against the container as katsuki made sure you ate every bit of the soup.
as you drank the last bit of soup, katsuki got your fever pill and a glass of water. it was like you didn’t have to lift an arm. he was quite tedious as a caretaker, and it reminded you of your mother and how she’d take care of you when you got sick. it had been a while since someone did this for you.
“sorry kats.. you’re having to miss morning class because of me. you didn’t have to come, i could’ve taken care of myself.” you said, swirling your glass of water around. katsuki stared at you for a bit, before starting to pack up the soup container and utensils back into the bag. “you don’t gotta apologize for that. i took care of you because i wanted to, because i care about you. i don’t know why you’re so reluctant to let me help, but that will change. i’ll be there when you get sick, y/n.” he said with a gruff voice, before pausing his work and looking up at you. “i know i’m a damn good doctor, but don’t take this as a sign to get sick every week.” he said with a smirk, causing you to let out a small giggle.
“thank you, katsuki. i really appreciate it.”
he’s the most prepared.
comes in with medicines, water bottles, easy food to eat and even a humidifier.
the type of guy to read the entire fine print of the pill containers.
but he’s and observant man and can tell when his actions make you uncomfortable, and will make sure that he reassures you.
you don’t even know how you got here.
the last thing you remember was sitting on a bench during gym class, feeling dizzy and way too cold for a hot summer day before everything went black. now you were under soft sheets, all tucked in with soft classical music humming in the background.
it took a few minutes for things to register in your head before you realized that you weren’t in the nurse’s office, but tenya’s room. you tried to sit up, only for a sharp pain to pulse through your head, your body immediately reminding you just how weak you were. before you could say anything, a familiar voice broke the silence.
“ah — you’re awake!” tenya’s tone was calm but laced with relief as he turned from his desk. he adjusted his glasses, the corners of his mouth lifting in that careful smile of his. “how are you feeling?”
he moved towards you, bringing with him a tray on which was kept a pill, a glass of water and even a neatly folded napkin. he gently placed it on the nightstand.
“please don’t strain yourself. you passed out during gym because you’re running a fever. and i thought it would be best for you to stay here instead of the nurse’s office — better sheets, air quality and privacy.” he spoke in the same logical way he did during presentations, just a bit softer so that he didn’t startle you in your delirious state.
“you didn’t have to do this,” you mumbled out, ears turning pink from embarrassment. “i could’ve taken care of myself.” tenya paused, before kneeling down in front of you, holding your hands and looking into your eyes. “i understand your feelings of discomfort,” he said, eyes earnest. “but you don’t have to be used to it anymore.”
you blinked, startled by how easily it came to him. how easy it was for him to declare that you didn’t have to be alone anymore.
“allowing others to care for you doesn’t make you a burden, y/n.” he added, “especially not to me. you are incredibly important to me, and i will always be there for you.”
you nodded, a weak smile on your face as you took your pill. “thank you tenya, that means a lot to me, truly.”
NOTE — DUDE I WROTE THIS WHOLE THING AND WHILE PROOFREADING, I REALIZED THAT THE REQUESTER ASKED FOR SMAU + HEADCANONS AND MY DUMBASS FORGOT TO DO THE SMAU PART 😭😭. if ur reading this im so sorryz, i hope you don't mind 😖.
also fun fact, this was supposed to come out earlier but i got sick.... where was my katsuki bakugo then....
He’s quite literally never opened roblox in his life before this so he’s confused on everything… The controls, changing faces, skins, colors, He. knows. Nothing.
After a few so called ‘practice’ rounds he actually started making outfits! But unfortunately, they are horrible. He couldn't figure out how to remove an item so a lot of unwanted items stacked on top and he just chose random faces that usually don't match the outfit at all
He didn't know any of the themes so you had to explain each one to him, and even then with some rounds, his outfits had nothing to do with the theme at all
Actually, he judges outfits and gives them stars according to his opinion which ends up backfiring when he doesn't ever place in the top 10 in any round
Doesn’t give you 5 stars since you didn't tell him to and he even gives you less than 3 stars on some outfits cause he ‘thought that's what they deserved fairly’...
You never played Dti with him after that day but it was still fun for the time being
Sugawara Koshi
He has played Roblox before but only with you so he knows the basics, but not about dti
Naturally good for a beginner! Doesn’t know much though still so he might need a quick round just to get a walkthrough of the game.
He doesn't even go near patterns for the first 10 rounds but eventually puts the coquette small pink flower pattern on the corset skirt, but even without patterns he’s surprisingly good with color pallet matching which gets him at least 2 or 3 wins erth
Good fashion when it comes to clothes but accessories are very…random. The chunky necklace combined with the baddie choker does not match but he still somehow thought it looked great
Super judgemental with all the outfits. Only gives 2 stars if its an extraordinary outfit but 1 star for everything else (except for you, he knew to give 5 for you.)
Asahi Azumane
Yes. he is a fashion designer in the Timeskip, but no he never played to before. (once again) he has played Roblox with you before! And you even bought some Robux on his account and made him an avatar! (you gave him a silly bear suit avatar for funsies)
Very good naturally and even gets 1st place in only his third round of playing! And highly enjoys it too!
Tries to do the lobby course to get money but fails and gives up after the 2nd try-
Knows some of the simpler themes but when it comes to stuff like Mori kei, coquette, or gyuaru he’s very lost on what to do
Good with outfits, accessories, hair, everything! At least top 5 every round and sorta of harsh but still does ‘fair’ judging! (judged one of your outfits and gave you 3 stars before you forced him to give you 5 stars)
Dti ends up being a regular for you guys and sometimes you have little dates at his (or your) house just to play Dti and hang out
Nishinoya Yuu
Played Roblox for years even before he met you. And LOVES to play Roblox with you! He’s never played dti but has seen some videos on it so he knows very basic controls.
One of the few who knows the basics of dti but…Absolutely ATROCIOUS outfits, everything! Colors, patterns, faces, skin, themes, accessories. Nothing he did in that game was good besides the obby in intermission.
Somehow ends up with the most disgusting green skin and makes the shit stain pants on accident- (and the brat event peener shirt iyk)
Has never and will never place first even though some of the outfits he makes he genuinely thinks are good and rage quits after getting last place 6 times in a row
Very vocal and biased when judging. “Ew she looks like she has botulism” type comments (his outfits look like they got soaked in pond scum film) but when it comes to you “BEAUTIFUL GODDESS, FASHION ROYALTY, EXTRAORDINARY TASTE” even though its a silly fashion game and you're literally made of pixels…
Definitely has fun though and suggests playing again with you :) (also 25% of the time he lags and disconnects mid round)
Tanaka Ryunosuke
Played roblox with Nishinoya on weekends sometimes so he knows how to play. Has only heard of Dti from his sister but has never seen gameplay or anything of the sort.
Spends the first half of the round trapped in the makeup chair because he couldn't figure out how to exit until you told him. at that point, you realized you would have to walk him through every part of playing dti.
No clue what most themes are besides ‘Sports’ ‘dream job’ and ‘casual’
But after he gets the hang of controls he actually makes an outfit! Its not good nor was it finished in time but it was an outfit!
Continues making these not-good outfits while maybe OCCASIONALLY making a bearable outfit and getting in the top 6 out of pure luck since the theme was ‘sports’
Makes sure you get first every time no matter what, he even made a second account to use on his phone to give you an extra 5 stars! He also begged his sister for money to buy Robux so he could buy you VIP and all the other game passes-
Kageyama Tobio
Got physically forced to make a Roblox account by Hinata just cause Hinata wanted to play a 2 player obby and Tycoon. And he doesn't play any video games so he’s never even heard of Dti
Only barely knows how to move and nothing else so you spend a good 30 minutes explaining (and re-explaining) how to play and even after all that he still struggles in the makeup chair (and all the chairs)
Doesn't understand any themes even the sport or basic ones (“casual? What do you mean? Casual what?”)
Don't even try at all- no re-coloring clothes or anything. The most you’ll get is the pre-colored corset top, the nearest skirt, and Maybe a necklace.
Does judge the clothes but doesn't give them any stars besides you since you told him he had to give you 5 stars.
He’s mostly confused and gets angry at the game since he doesn't understand a good amount of stuff so you don't play for very long and also never play again
Hinata Shoyo
Natsu made him play Dti with her just so she could get a free 5 stars- But besides that he absolutely did play Roblox with nishinoya before and some on his own back in middle school (sometimes he still does)
He can’t style for shit- all his outfits are either an amalgamation of random stuff he thinks looks good with just random patterns and colors, or he was lagging too much to finish
Tries to ‘fix’ his outfits with accessories but makes it worse with the massive amounts of necklaces and earrings and is somehow confused on when he gets hate comments in the chat or places last place
Votes you 5 stars and spams the chat with support for your outfits and occasional hate for the other ones “Did she even try with that one? It looks so blehhh” (he doesn't look any better…)
Either has nothing to do with the theme, doesn't understand the theme, or tries to do the theme but it isnt good. (saw the sports theme and tried to dress up like a volleyball..)
Tsukishima Kei
He used to play Roblox with Yamaguchi back in elementary so he already has an acc and some experience playing fashion famous (Yamaguchi’s choice of course) but even then you still had to beg him for days on end and offer to buy him strawberry shortcake just to get him to play for only 30 minutes
He grumbles about this whole ‘experience’ being stupid so he doesn't really try at first but somehow still manages to place top 5- after a few rounds though he gets a little more into it and actually goes silent from talking to you to focusing on styling and plays for way longer than the intended 30 minutes
Knows a surprising amount of the themes compared to everyone else and does them pretty well, even submits a code or two for some items like the legwarmers and kitty
Pretty good with styling the darker themes like gothic romance or emo but when it comes to coquette and girly themes he’s just winging it, but still manages to make some pretty good outfits
One of the few who uses and is good with patterns which always gets him in at least the top 5 on the scoreboard at the end, and never rates anyone else more than 1 star. Also sometimes only gives you 4 stars instead of 5 if he wants to be petty and win-
As much as he claimed to ‘hate’ playing it he wouldn't argue if you asked to play dti with him again sometime
Yamaguchi Tadashi
He was a fashion famous and dti fanatic before they even became popular- and he was the one to suggest playing it with you, and much to your surprise he was a top model (25,000+ stars)
Literally better than you and has played through all the themes and perfected them even in the VIP only servers, speaking of; he has VIP, custom make-up, and faster walk speed + all the money items unlocked (including poses)
He also tries to give you tips on your outfits and explains some of the lesser-known themes to you
Actually votes fairly because he’s confident he’ll get 1st place anyway, but still always gives you 5 stars so you can be second next to him
He knows all the Lana lore and codes too so he’s pretty much completed the whole game, but he still loves playing it, especially with you
THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)
An Article from Neena Susan Thomas
“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:
1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.
2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.
3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.
4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.
5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.
6] Number three is public restrooms.
7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.
8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.
9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.
10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.
POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:
1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.
2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.
3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.
4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.
5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.
6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.
7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.
FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….
1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.
2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.
4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.
5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:
a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .
b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.
c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)
6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).
7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!
8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.
Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.
If u have compassion reblog this post.
‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.
REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW
AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD.
So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.
it just makes me angry that women need this.. but we do and if you see this, PLEASE REBLOG. it doesn’t matter if you are a male or a female. by reblogging this, you might save someone’s life.
No worries if this post doesn’t fit your aesthetic or theme, this is important information. You could save not just a physical woman’s life but you can ALSO prevent things like PTSD that a woman would acquire from an attack if left alive
never be afraid to dig out their eyes with your fingers or break their arm the wrong way or unhinge their jaws with a punch or a kick or to yell out or to fight back. what were they wearing? definitely not a suit of armor
this is totally unlike my usual reblogs, but PLEASE FOLLOW THE ADVICE WHEN NEEDED AND IF NEEDED. Please, stay safe everybody, never forget to be as careful as you can be.
it’s honestly so sad that advice like this is needed and people can’t just keep their hands to themselves. But it is good to know just in case any scenarios like this happen and to survivors of this, it is not your fault.
hello, congratulations on 100! 🫶 could i request bokuto kotaro with the prompt of first dates? sending love! :)
❝ BEGIN AGAIN ❞ — bokuto kotarou
cw. gn!reader, fluff, timeskip!bokuto, first date, akaashi sets you up on a date with his best friend, acquaintances to lovers, implied that bokuto is taller than reader
word count. 1.3k
rediscovering love in the form of keiji's best friend, a 6'2.9 (he says 6'3 anyway) ball of sunshine that looks at you like you hung the stars
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the boisterous and excitable bokuto that you know is surprisingly mild outside of the court, away from his usual company, with you. he’s very sweet, listening to every word you say with bright eyes and an attentiveness you wouldn’t expect from him.
it's one of the warmest days this week, the sun blazing down on the tree you're sat under, a pseudo little shade to shield you from the glare and bright rays— between the leaves and foliage, a yellow-orange glow seeps into the gaps and paints a beautiful splash of colour across the plains of your smooth skin.
ice cream cones in hand and sitting side by side on the wooden park bench close enough for your thighs to touch, it's a welcome feeling, the warmth of the weather and his presence filling you with a sense of comfort and reassurance despite your nerves.
it’s been a while since you’ve last been on a date, time hasn’t really been on your side lately, and the idea of putting yourself out there again fills yourself with dread. you swore off love and relationships for a while after your last one and honestly? you're scared. but your trust in keiji is unwavering, and knowing how highly he thinks of the ones he holds close to him, you decided to take his word for it, even if you can't deny that you were a little skeptical at first.
keiji decided he has had enough of you lamenting about your lack of action in the love department despite not making any moves yourself and set you up on a date, making some compelling points about how "you already know bo, plus i think you two would be a good fit." "he's literally my best friend, i wouldn't set you up with a weirdo, who do you think i am?" "shut up, i've seen the way you look at him."
you don't deny that bokuto's easy on the eyes— striking hair, innocent features and the most gorgeous smile, paired with his athletic physique and outgoing personality, on the surface, what's not to like?
but really, it's been in all the little details since the day started.
him making an effort to show up early despite being prone to getting lost going to places he's never been to before, he's just bad at directions especially when he's nervous, standing by the side of the cafe twiddling his thumbs and humming under his breath. the way his eyes lit up when he first saw you, bringing a hand up to wave in greeting and instantly putting a smile on your face.
the sudden change in temperature upon stepping inside caused goosebumps to raise on your skin, and he noticed, instantly going to shrug off his light jacket and gingerly draping it over your shoulders, deciding to pick a seat by the window, "so at least a little sun can come through and hopefully keep you warm if my jacket isn't enough." he said this as he pulled your chair out for you and helped you settle in your seat like a true gentleman, and your cheeks warmed bashfully at how thoughtful he's already been in the first few minutes, than how some others have been in months.
you fell into a comfortable conversation, catching up on life since graduating and what you've been doing after that. the two of you didn't particularly keep in contact after all, having just been mere acquaintances and had more of a friend of a friend type relationship. he's hard to miss though, you've seen him on sports channels, having gone the professional route and playing volleyball in the v-league instead of pursuing a college degree or a more conventional white collar job. to be fair, you've never penned him for the type, he was beyond ordinary, and always excelled at the sport even back then, catching the eyes of numerous scouters and teams in the country.
"so," taking a sip of his drink, he locked eyes with you and jokingly asked, "when are you coming to one our games?"
with a mischievous glint and an exaggerated false nonchalance, you playfully suggested with a shrug of your shoulders, "hmm i don't know, i'm not really super into the sport or anything, but maybe i'm just waiting for the black jackal’s #12 to formally invite me to come watch. he doesn't seem too into me though, so i don't know if it'll happen, we'll see."
what came after was the cutest outburst that didn’t fail to bring a matching grin on your face, his head thrown back laughing as he processed your words, "well he's clearly missing out because have you seen yourself? if he won't do it i will."
you hated to admit it but this date was going swimmingly and you didn’t want it to end just yet, which brings you back to the present, a mental recount of the hours that just passed broken by bokuto’s hand reaching towards your face.
your breath hitches as his thumb brushes over the corner of your lip with a featherlight touch, your mind going blank at the sudden contact and warmth creeping up your neck, the tips of your ears mirroring the fresh swell of a ripe apple at your shyness.
“sorry, got a little bit of ice cream on your lip there.” he murmurs as he sheepishly retracts his hand, wiping it off on a napkin and turning to face you again while avoiding eye contact. he's so cute, and you can't decide if the dessert in your hands or the man before you is sweeter.
bokuto doesn't know if he's overstepped by doing that, but all of his worries melt away like wax when he sees you trying to hide a small smile, and completely contrary to what he felt seconds ago, gains a burst of confidence to grab your hand as you both stand up from the bench.
upon finding out that you took the train to meet him, he insists on driving you home, seeing that it was getting late. interlocking your still linked hands and lightly swinging them in the wind, you let him lead you to his car down the block, setting on plush leather seats as he opens the door for you.
the ride home is filled with chatter and silly stories, from reminiscing high school and discussing music tastes, right down to playing 21 questions like little kids and learning the basics like your favourite flowers or colour, and bokuto take down a mental note of this, making sure to surprise you with some next time. next time.
as you peer out at the passing streets and night sky, you notice that he's taking the longer way home, letting out a quiet huff in amusement. you're both on more of a similar wavelength than you initially thought, and it seems like he shares the same idea, not wanting the night to end just yet, even though you've already been together for hours.
sooner than you wanted, your house comes into view and bokuto's pulling up to the sidewalk, getting out of the car and once again opening the door for you, ever the chivalrous man.
standing before him, you look up at his youthful face, illuminated by the golden hue of your dimmed porch lights, and you're convinced he was hand-sculpted and molded by angels themselves, soft eyes overflowing with affection as he gazes down at you, “i’d love to do this again sometime, bo—“
before you can finish your sentence, he interrupts, “koutarou— you can call me koutarou.”
with a giggle, you reach up on your tiptoes, pressing a light kiss on his cheek and heading towards your door, calling out just before closing it shut behind you, “i’ll see you soon okay, koutarou?”
notes. hi anon !! pretty excited to get into this because i've never written for bo before !! this was loosely inspired by “begin again” - taylor swift if you couldn't tell by the title ♡ thank you so much for your request, i hope you enjoy this !!
reblogs & interactions are always appreciated !
the quiet type - he doesn't really say much (some of them are just awkward okay i'm sorry) but they're there for you 1000%. need tissues? he's got it. water? a glass in your hands in two seconds flat. cuddles? you're in his arms before you finish asking him. your wish is his command.
↳ kageyama, tsukki, kenma, suna, kita cuz he KNOWS how to take care of you, ushijima
the protective and loving type - holds your hands and sits on the floor or couch or bed with you or wherever you're crying and just HOLDS YOU while you cry and you can't help but just feel so safe with him. he tells u everything's okay and even if it's not right now, it will be and you can bet he'll personally make sure that everything does become okay. also kisses you on the forehead and gives the BEST fking hugs in the world like his hugs are seriously top tier YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE
↳ daichi, suga, ennoshita, akaashi, iwaizumi (have you seen his ARMS), osamu, semi
the emotional soundboard - probably ends up crying with you ngl. but honestly can anyone blame him? his entire universe is sad or upset about something and you expect him to not be emotional as well? of course, that doesn't mean he doesn't comfort you, he just can't help but feel his heart hurt seeing you cry. like even if you cried because of a fight with him, if he sees you crying the fight is automatically over like he will not continue fighting or arguing with you if you’re crying
↳ asahi, hinata, yamaguchi (yk how yachi was nervous and he was nervous and it was like their nervousness kept bouncing off each other before the shiratorizawa match), bokuto because it's bokuto he's adorably sweet though
idk how to title this group - thinks you're beautiful even when you cry, and he's glad you're able to be so vulnerable around him. "i have snot everywhere and i look like shit" NO YOU DON'T like he would NEVER think that. he really does find you beautiful no matter what like you’re just perfect to him. he'll hug you for as long as you want him to, and he'll cheer you up with kisses and your favourite snacks or movie or flowers or even a small date.
↳ noya, tanaka, kuroo (he tries to cheer u up with chem jokes), oikawa, atsumu, tendo
hello everyone :) i usually don't post things like this, but it has come to my attention that @daeydreams is copying my work and reposting it on her blog while acting inoccent.
proof under cut! tw: discourse :(
i first encountered dae's blog when her 'work' appeared on my dashboard.
the words, everything, all copied from my post. i'm also pretty sure she took the banner as well.
this post, was MY original work. And I would like to add, she didn't even change anything on my post, just plainly copied/pasted it and posted it.
For context, i posted this on March 17th, 2024.
Dae posted my work on April 23rd, 2024.
link to the fic
so I went to her dm's to ask her to take it down, providing screenshots about my plagiarised work.
and her response wasn't exactly the politest.
then after providing that less than polite response, she blocked me.
Then after she blocked me, i got a dm from one of my mutuals (their user will not be provided as they asked me to keep it confidential) saying that she copied another one of my works.
my work. my words. posted on April 24th, 2024
mine was posted on March 6th, 2024.
clear, blatant plagerism.
i do not tolerate plagerism, in any shape, form or way.
this, is my original ideas, my original work.
this is a situation that i do not tolerate, and it is degrading to have something stolen from me, even making it obvious that you were stealing my work. didn't jumble it up or even replace words- just uprightly copied my work and posted it as yours.
calling yourself a writer, not to mention acting inoccent while you were at it, is pathetic.
Please block and report dae, and if you are following/mutuals with this person, I ask that you block me/break our mutual, if you want to keep interacting with dae. If you want to add any other information/edits to this post, send me a dm or ask to add more.
other writers, whether you're following me, mutuals with me or don't know who the fuck I am, please take the time to block dae as well. in her last dm to me, she said in plain words, "and if I want (and I will) I can copy other writers-" I have a feeling that any/all works posted on her account, is from other writers.
happy birthday to my Kiyoomi man (and my momma LMAOO-)
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When the side of the bed next to him is cold, Kiyoomi is immediately suspicious.
You’re never up and out long enough for your side of the bed to become cold, you hate the feeling of having to rewarm it under your body (though you assure him you don’t mind too much, as you warm up in his arms).
Regardless, he wakes up with a cocked brow and a small, sleepy scowl.
He makes his way out of the room, adorned only in his boxers, knuckling his eyes and smacking his lips as he searches for you.
He checks the bathroom, only to find the door wide open and dark. Then, he checks the kitchen, seeing it in a similar state, he feels a small sense of panic creep through his body.
Only to disappear when he enters the living room and finds you, sleeping. There’s countless black and gold balloons surrounding you, your body curled in on itself for warmth and a cup of cold tea resting next to you. He smiles and looks at the clock. 4 am. You must’ve been out here for hours, blowing up balloons by mouth alone.
“Hey,” he whispers, creeping towards you. He gently lays a hand on your shoulder and shakes you awake, “whatcha doin?”
“Balloons,” you barely manage, voice drunk with sleep and heavy with exhaustion. Your throat sounds raw, probably from so much energy going into the balloon blowing. He chuckles and looks around the room for more details.
There’s a small sign with “happy birthday” in black and gold still wrapped in plastic, black party hats and plates on the side table- you probably were planning on having the boys over for breakfast this morning.
“C’mon, baby,” he says softly, poking you with his toe. “Let’s go back to bed. You need it.”
“C’me.”
“Huh?”
“Carry me,” you whine.
He rolls his eyes with a smile before bending down and scooping you up in his arms, adjusting you comfortably before making his way back to the bedroom with you cradled in his arms.
“D’t tell ‘omi,” you slur, and he snickers softly.
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