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[kittenisstarstruck]

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[kittenisstarstruck]

(sweet fic, mdni 18+, bath w/ daichi

Steam curled lazily through the air, fogging the mirror and softening the bathroom light to a dreamy glow. The water in the tub rippled when you sank a little deeper, letting out a quiet sigh as the warmth soaked into your tired muscles.

You’d had a long day — the kind that left your shoulders knotted and your thoughts tangled. Daichi had seen it the moment you walked through the door. He hadn’t said much then, just gave that steady look of his before running the water for you, checking the temperature, and telling you to “relax before you fall over.”

You thought he’d gone back to the living room. But a few minutes later, you felt him behind you — the sound of his quiet steps, the faint creak of the floor.

“Hey,” he murmured, voice low and warm. “You doing alright?”

You smiled faintly, eyes still closed. “Getting there.”

There was a pause, then the soft rustle of fabric as he sat down beside the tub, resting his arms on the edge. He studied you for a moment — the way your hair stuck to your skin, how the water glimmered against your collarbones. When he finally spoke, his voice had dropped to that quiet, possessive tone he only used when he was worried.

“You push yourself too hard.”

You opened your eyes, finding his gaze steady on you. “I’m fine, Daichi.”

“Yeah,” he said softly, reaching out to tuck a wet strand of hair behind your ear, “that’s what you always say.”

His hand lingered at the side of your neck, thumb brushing over your pulse. You could feel his protective energy radiating through that single touch — that need he had to take care of you, to make sure no one and nothing hurt you.

“You’re mine to take care of,” he said quietly. Not a command, not even really a statement — more like a truth he’d been holding in.

You felt your cheeks warm, and before you could answer, he dipped his fingers into the water and gently poured it over your shoulders, washing away the day’s heaviness. His movements were slow, deliberate, almost reverent.

“You don’t have to carry everything alone,” he murmured. “Let me take some of it.”

You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes again. His fingers traced lazy circles over your skin, not in hunger but in comfort — a quiet promise that you were safe here, with him.

The room was silent except for the faint splash of water and the sound of his steady breathing. He leaned in then, resting his forehead against yours, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re beautiful like this,” he said, “when you finally let yourself rest.”

You smiled softly, reaching up to touch his cheek. “Only because you make it easy.”

He chuckled, the sound low and tender. “Good. Then I’m doing my job right.”

He stayed there with you, his hand in the water, thumb tracing idle paths along your arm as the steam wrapped around you both. Every touch said what he didn’t need to — that you were his person, and he’d always be there to hold you when you couldn’t hold yourself.

[kittenisstarstruck]

i live in the south eastern us and i figured that since we're all snowed in anyway...

"OPEN THE DOOR!"

you sat up straight from your bed, hair still pulled back, eye mask under your eyes as the snow built up more and more outside. you swung your legs out from under your warm duvet, your pajama set still on, tea steaming on your nightstand as you slid your feet into your slippers.

you held the phone to your ear, struggling to hear.

"baby what are you talking about?" you said, a little louder into the phone.

"OPEN TH- OH FUCK!"

you swung open the door to your ground floor apartment, the chilly wind and snow nearly blinding you from the cozy warm lights you'd been sitting in inside. you squinted, clutching your phone before you saw it. a head and black body stand up from the snow and awkwardly bound towards you.

"tanaka?!" you shouted in bewilderment, opening the door wider as he tumbled inside, bags in hand wearing a puffy black jacket and thick snow pants with... rain-boots?

he set his stuff down quickly, you shut the door behind him as he shrugged off the coat, happy to be in your home. you turned to him in shock and confusion as his chilled hands found your cheeks, making you squirm before he pressed a kiss into your lips. "mm missed you so bad baby" he said between smooches, moving his arms so they gathered you in a close embrace to himself.

you placed your hands on his chest, pulling back slightly. "ryu.. how.. what- what is going on?" you stuttered between giggles.

"you said you felt lonely. i couldn't drive through the storm so i ran here." he said, face held as if what he said was a completely normal, rational thing to do.

you laughed, pressing a kiss to his lips. "you're ice cold, you're gonna get sick ryu"

he melted into your touch, his lips smiling against yours. "cmon whatever my baby wants-" he pressed a kiss to your forehead "-she gets"

"oh! look!" he said, turning and opening one of the bags he brought he pulled out a tupperware of your favorite hot meal. "i made it, for you" he said, handing the warm container to you. you smiled taking it over to the kitchen to plate it up. "let's eat it together okay" you said, he hurried over ready to help.

it didn't matter how bad it was outside, he was more than happy to be stuck inside with you.

[krys4h-deactivated20260517]

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they could never make me hate you <3

[purr-in-ink]

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[kosmogrl]

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[olivebowl-deactivated20251125]

tonight i bring u dad bkg who just wants to fuck his wife . tomorrow? who knows. (probably more bkg it's all i do)

it’s hungry, the way he’s got you— katsuki’s mouth all over you, teeth on your shoulder, breath hot against your throat, hands everywhere, greedy and starved. the sun isn’t even up but you can feel it— his need, your own. the room is cool, but every inch of you he touches burns.

you’re spread out beneath him, legs bracketed around his hips, one hand fisted in his wild morning hair. katsuki’s biting off his own sounds, gritting his teeth to keep quiet, rutting slow and desperate. you keep arching into him, biting your lip so hard you might bruise.

“god, baby, fuck.” he whispers, so close you can feel his voice more than hear it, his hips rocking against you, his fingers tangled with yours, your other hand clamped over your mouth so you don’t cry out for the whole house to hear.

he’s shaking, sweating, muttering filth into your ear— and you’re both about to come, strung out and so, so close. you can feel him tense, that ragged, trembling edge where he’s about to lose it, and he can feel you right there with him.

and then—

that tiny voice, floating from down the hall:

“… mama?”

you both freeze— katsuki’s eyes blown wide, panic and pure devastation in his face.

“he’ll go back to sleep,” he gasps, rutting his hips once more, desperate, “just a sec, babe, please, i’m so fucking close—”

but then the door handle rattles.

a second soft, and more insistent, “mama?” follows.

the two of you jump— a full-body, heart-stopping jolt. heads bonk together in your mad scramble for decency, you yelping and clutching your forehead, katsuki cursing under his breath, caught mid-thrust and now halfway off the bed.

he’s quick, but not quick enough to avoid smacking his forehead into yours a second time as you both try to untangle. he curses again, but then he softens instantly, cradling your face and kissing your forehead (right where it hurts) with a breathless, sheepish, “sorry, babe, shit— my skull’s a weapon.”

you snort, muffling laughter into your pillow, and hiss at the ache, eyes watering as you hear your little boy outside the door.

rock-paper-scissors is out the window; katsuki’s already grabbing for pyjama pants, grumbling the whole way, but his eyes are softer than you’ve ever seen. “don’t think this gets you off the hook. you owe me. i’m collecting during nap time.”

you stick your tongue out, shameless, watching his back as he pads to the door.

he opens it a crack, hair wild, eyes tired but warm. “what’s up, bud? s’early y’know? me ‘nd mama were sleepin’.”

kichiro blinks up at him, fox plush squished against his chest. “wanna make pancakes, papa. but i want mama.”

katsuki sighs, defeated cause he wanted mama too, and just shakes his head, reaching down to ruffle kichiro’s hair— his hair, copied and plastered onto his sons little head. “yeah, alright. mama's sleepin', gotta let her or she'll get cranky 'rember? gimme a sec, buddy.” the kid nods, shuffles off toward the kitchen, and katsuki throws one last look over his shoulder— full of promise, of bratty pettiness, but mostly affection. “nap time” he mouths, pointing at you with a mock glare.

you grin into the pillow, heart pounding, equal parts frustrated and full. because, really— this is everything you wanted. messy, chaotic, too much love to fit in one bed.

(and nap time is coming. god help you.)

[kittenisstarstruck]

a/n: blurbbing the blurb blurb

The lounge was dim, the kind of place where everything sounded softer, laughter, glass clinks, even the ache in your chest. The live band was playing something slow, something that sounded like smoke curling up from a half-finished cigarette.

You sat stiffly beside your boyfriend, his hand tight around your thigh. Too tight. The smile you wore felt like it had been painted on hours ago.

Across the room, Tsukishima caught your eye.

He was leaned back in the corner booth, long legs stretched out, fingers idly tracing the rim of his glass. The amber light caught in his hair and glasses, turning him into something sharp and untouchable. Except he was looking right at you.

You tried not to meet his gaze, you always did, but tonight, it was impossible. His stare was steady, questioning. He’d seen the way your boyfriend’s grip didn’t let up when you shifted. He saw everything.

When your boyfriend stood to take a call, muttering something about “five minutes,” the air around you loosened for the first time all night. Tsukishima was already moving before you could think.

“Didn’t peg you for the quiet type,” he said when he reached your table, voice low enough that it didn’t carry. He gestured to the empty seat across from you. “Mind if I sit?”

You nodded, because saying no to him never seemed to work.

He slid in across from you, one arm resting lazily along the back of the booth, the other swirling the ice in his drink. “You look uncomfortable.”

You huffed, eyes flicking toward the door. “He just gets… protective.”

Tsukishima’s mouth curved, but it wasn’t a smile. “That what we’re calling it now?”

Your throat tightened. You wanted to tell him to stop looking at you like that, like he could see the cracks under your skin. But before you could, he leaned forward, voice quiet and cutting through the low hum of the room.

“You shouldn’t have to flinch when someone touches you.”

You froze. The truth in his words hit harder than the bass from the speakers.

When you didn’t answer, he sighed, leaning back again, but his gaze didn’t waver. “You could do better.”

“Like who?” you asked, too quick, too defensive.

His lips twitched — the smallest ghost of a smirk. “You already know the answer.”

He didn’t move closer, but somehow he felt closer anyway — his voice brushing against you, the warmth of his stare burning through your composure.

“You always look like you’re waiting for permission to breathe,” he said, and this time, his hand reached out, fingers brushing over yours on the table. A simple touch. Gentle. Intentional. “You don’t need anyone’s permission.”

You swallowed hard, the world blurring at the edges. His thumb traced a slow circle over your knuckles, grounding you in a way you hadn’t felt in months.

The band switched songs, something slower, darker.

And for the first time tonight, you didn’t look at the door. You looked at him.

“Tsukki…”

He leaned in, his breath ghosting your cheek, his tone soft but sure. “You don’t have to go back with him.”

You wanted to argue. You wanted to say it wasn’t that simple. But the thing was, under his steady, golden gaze, it almost felt like it could be.

Then he smiled, slow and dangerous, the kind that made your pulse trip.

“Come on,” he murmured, standing and offering his hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

You stared at it, his hand, open and patient. Not demanding. Not forcing. Just waiting.

And for once, you reached out first.

[kittenisstarstruck]

so im obsessed with cat dads right now, so here's nekoma as cat dads

Kuroo Tetsurō

He pretends he only got a cat because “cats are low maintenance” but in reality, he spoils it rotten.

Constantly sends you blurry pictures of the cat with captions like “look at my son”.

The cat always climbs onto his laptop during video calls, and he’ll sigh dramatically, but you can see how smug he is.

If anyone teases him about being a “cat dad,” he’ll smirk and say, “Better than being a dog… at least my kid’s independent.”

Kenma Kozume

His cat is basically glued to him during gaming sessions. It curls up on his lap and sometimes paws at the controller.

He never raises his voice, so his cat adores him — the chillest pair you’ve ever seen.

Secretly has a stash of cat toys hidden in his room so the cat never gets bored.

If you’re over, he’ll quietly set the cat in your lap with a muttered “she likes you” — which is basically a love confession.

Yaku Morisuke

His cat is trained. It comes when he whistles and even sits on command. Yaku is very proud of this.

Acts like a strict dad but caves instantly when his cat meows at him for attention.

Will absolutely scold anyone who mishandles his cat. “Support the butt! Don’t just grab her like that!”

Sometimes uses his cat as an excuse when the team tries to drag him out: “Sorry, gotta feed Momo, she needs me.”

Lev Haiba

His cat is terrified of him at first because he’s so tall and loud.

But once the cat realizes Lev’s a total sweetheart, it follows him everywhere.

He constantly posts pictures with captions like “look!!! we match!!” whenever his cat stretches as tall as it can.

Definitely carries the cat around like a baby — and gets scratched for it, but he doesn’t care.

Yamamoto Taketora

Calls himself “the cool uncle cat dad.”

His cat has a little collar with a charm that says “Property of Yamamoto.”

He hypes his cat up like it’s part of the team: “This guy could totally take on Fukurodani’s owl, right?!”

Secretly sings to his cat when he thinks no one is listening. The cat stares at him like he’s the weirdest human alive.

Inuoka Sō

Loves napping with his cat — they’ll curl up together and snooze for hours.

He plays little chase games around the house, laughing every time the cat darts out of reach.

His cat is small and scrappy, just like him, and he brags about it constantly.

Sometimes shows up to practice covered in fur because he couldn’t resist one last cuddle

[judithhhhhhh]

pro-hero!katsuki x reader

in which you're katsuki bakugo's favorite coffeeshop server even if it takes you a while to realize it

ever since your first day as a server, your coworkers were quick to assign you the one customer that everyone avoided. now, it’s your fifth month working at a café in musutafu and also the fifth month in which you’ve been dynamight’s diligent server. tall muscular body cladded in his hero costume, heavy gaunts draped on the table and a look that could kill on his face, you were kind of nervous to serve him the first time. but now you didn't understand their fear of talking to him. dynamight, or bakugo like he asked you to call him, was sweet. always sparking up a conversation with you, leaving a very generous tip or complementing the coffee like it was the best thing on earth (you didn't have the heart to tell him you were only in charge of serving it, not making it). unlike what your coworkers, or well everyone thought, he was really a sweet laid-back guy. so it’s with a smile and a quiet excitation that you walked towards his table this morning, coffee in hand. 

‘’dynamight, welcome! i already prepared your usual coffee but do you want anything else?’’ you asked cheerfully 

all you got in return was the warning look you always received when you forgot to call him by his desired name 

‘’sorry, bakugo…’’ you giggled

‘’that’s better yeah, and get me one of those muffins too, sweets’’ 

few months ago you would have blushed at the nickname but now? you were too used to bakugo’s playful kindness

you walked back to the counter, reaching for his muffin, when one of your coworkers started talking to you

‘’you know, i’ll never get over how sweet he is to you’’ she said, smirking at you

‘’and i’ll never get over how many times i’ve told you that he’s just a sweet guy to everybody’’ 

‘’pff, please…you have to be legally blind to not see that that fine piece of meat is flirting with you everytime he comes here’’ she answered

‘’no he’s not! and if you actually did the effort to go take his order for once, you’ll see how nice he actually is’’ you answered, fed up with her prejudices against the hero

‘’ok let’s bet, i’ll go over there and bring him his muffin. if he’s as nice as you said, i’ll leave it alone but if he acts coldly, which i know he will, you ask him out on a date.’’ she said excitedly

‘’are you crazy! no way in hell am i asking out THE dynamight on a date, he’s gonna say no, i’m gonna be humiliated and known forever as the dumb server who got rejected publicly by the numero one hero’’

‘’except none of that is gonna happen because he’s obviously into you. anyways a bet’s a bet’’

before you could even answer, she was already walking to his table, muffin in hand. you were maybe totally against her idea, but you were still curious to see how he was gonna talk to her. surely he wasn’t gonna be acting any way different than usual right? so you discreetly got closer to his table, pretending to clean a nearby counter. 

‘’here’s your muffin sir, hope you enjoy it’’ you coworker said cheerfully

‘’thanks’’ bakugo barely mumbled 

‘’and if you need anything else feel free to ask me’’

‘’hm yeah’’ he answered not even looking up to her

your coworker walked back to the counter, eyeing you knowingfully. you quickly scattered back to her side.

‘’what the fuck i-’’

‘’shh, i won the bet. now i believe you have a little something to do’’

‘’no i’m sure it wasn’t like that, he was probably shy or something’’

‘’dynamight? the number one hero? shy? yeah i don’t think so, now go!’’

accepting your fate, you walked towards the hero’s table slowly. that was it. the ultimate public humiliation. you remembered all the time you laughed at people for falling in public and thought that this moment was probably your karma slapping you in the face. but it didn’t make sense, bakugo was usually so sweet and chatty and smiley. how did he suddenly turn non-verbal?!

when you reached him, bakugo immediately greeted you with a smile that you nervously shot back. 

‘’you sending your coworkers to serve me now? i thought i was your favorite costumer’’ he said grinning 

‘’well..huh…i had some huh…cleaning, yes…some cleaning to do’’ you mumbled, feeling your cheeks starting to burn 

‘’well that counter seemed awfully clean to me, but if you say so’’ 

you looked at him for a few seconds, gathering all your courage to ask the question that was going to crush your dignity. 

‘’so huh you’re single? maybe?’’ you asked, not daring to look him in the eyes

he looked confused for a moment before barking out a laugh

‘’the past five months of me flirting with you didn’t give it away?’’ 

‘’you were flirting with me?!’’ you said, not believing it

his face was now completely blank, staring at you like he was trying to figure out if you were playing a big prank on him. 

‘’you’re joking right?’’

‘’no! i thought you were just really nice idk…’’

‘’being nice? since when am i nice to people?’’

‘’i really thought you were like that with everybody’’ you whined, ashamed

‘’so does that mean you weren’t flirting back because that would be very embarrassing for me’’ he said, laughter evident in his voice 

‘’well, maybe not but that doesnt mean i’m not interested’’ 

he grinned at you and slid his phone over to you 

‘’how bout you put your number in there then you can find out how sweet i actually am hm?’’

you blushed at the innuendo before quickly typing your number in his phone. he took it back and shot you another smile. god he was so handsome, you can't believe he just asked for your number. 

‘’i gotta go, but i’ll text you later’’

he got up, squeezing your waist as he walked past you. he had almost reached the door when you remember the bet you had made. you hurried over to him and this time it didn’t take as much courage 

‘’wait! so you would want to go on a date with me?’’ 

‘’i figured i’d be the one doing the asking but of course pretty’’

‘’okay cool’’ 

he chuckled at your awkwardness before putting his hand on your arm letting it slide until it reached your hand. he lingered there, just staring at you and you were growing flustered. fortunately, he pulled away before you could turn bright red

‘’well, i’ll see you soon then’’ you said shooting him a soft smile

‘’yeah, can’t wait’’ he answered smiling back at you

he turned around and walked out but your eyes stayed stuck on his back, barely processing what had just happened. 

‘’told you’’ a voice behind you said, making you jump

you turned around and saw your coworker, grinning at you 

‘’oh shut up’’

she just laughed and walked away, while you were stuck in place internally and simultaneously freaking out and giggling. 

[kittenisstarstruck]

(saw this image n pinterest and was hooked)

The bass thumped in your chest, but it was nothing compared to the way Tsukishima’s arm slung heavy across your shoulders made your pulse race. His weight leaned into you- not because he couldn’t stand straight (though the whisky in his hand wasn’t helping), but because he wanted to.

“Y’know…” his voice was low, rougher than usual, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re… really pretty right now.”

Your eyes narrowed. “You’re drunk.”

He smirked- lazy, smug- lifting his drink just enough to swirl the melting ice. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just not holding back anymore.”

When you didn’t respond, he tilted his head, the gold of his hair catching the neon lights, his glasses sliding down his nose. “Don’t look at me like that unless you want me to do something about it.”

You swallowed, suddenly aware of how close he was, of the way his thumb was brushing idly against the bare skin of your arm. “Something like… what?”

His smirk deepened, slow and deliberate. “You’ll find out once we get out of here.”

And then—because he was a menace- he took another sip, eyes on you the whole time, like he already owned the answer.

[kittenisstarstruck]

you came home from the eye doctor with new glasses

and you will not hear the end of it from tsuki

you walked through the front door, new glasses perched on your nose, unsure how tsukishima would react. you hadn’t worn glasses before, and even though they suited you just fine, you felt a little…

exposed.

he glanced up from the couch, pushing his headphones off one ear.

“…seriously?” he scoffed, a chuckle in his tone, one brow lifting as he squinted at you. “who let you into an optical shop unsupervised?”

you crossed your arms, instantly self-conscious. “they’re not that bad.”

tsukishima stood, walking over slowly, and tilted his head as if studying you. you could feel a soft heat rising in your chest but you kept your head straight. somehow after all this time he still made you nervous. “they’re not bad,” he admitted, “but I’m 90% sure you’re just cosplaying as the hot librarian in a coming-of-age anime" he lifting them off your face to inspect them closer.

you flushed. “shut up.” you retorted, snatching them back from him; replacing them where they once were. "i need them to see properly"

he held a smug, satisfied look, clearly loving how flustered you were. he leaned in close, one hand casually sliding into your back pocket, voice low and close to your ear.

“don’t worry,” he murmured. “i always had a thing for the nerdy ones.”

you shoved him lightly, but he just laughed, catching your wrist before you could pull away and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

“they look good on you,” he said—quietly now, almost too casual. “really good."

[kittenisstarstruck]

You don’t even remember why you agreed to this.

You hate horror movies. You hate them. And yet here you are, curled up on Kuroo’s couch, clutching a blanket like your life depends on it while some ghostly figure crawls out of a well on the screen.

Kuroo’s arm is slung lazily around your shoulders, his body warm against yours, and you swear you can feel him smirking.

“You know,” he says, voice annoyingly casual, “you didn’t have to pick the scariest one on the list just to impress me.”

“I wasn’t trying to impress you,” you mumble through a mouthful of candy, pulling the blanket up to your chin. “I just didn’t think it would be this bad.”

He snorts. “Babe, the trailer had you hiding behind a pillow.”

You swat his chest weakly, but he catches your hand before it lands, intertwining his fingers with yours. “You’re such a jerk,” you mutter, though you don’t pull away.

“I’m your jerk,” he says with a grin, and you can hear the smugness dripping from his voice.

You try to glare at him, but another jump scare flashes on the screen in front of you.

You buried your face in his shoulder as another jump scare hit, your body flinching instinctively. He made a quiet, teasing noise in the back of his throat but didn’t push you away. Instead, his arm slid from the back of the couch to around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Aw, poor thing,” he murmured, voice low and mocking, but his thumb was tracing slow circles against your side. “Want me to tell the ghost to leave you alone?”

You peeked up at him. “You’d just flirt with her.”

He smirked. “Only if she’s as cute as you.”

You groaned, tossing a candy at his chest. “You’re impossible.”

He caught it easily, popped it into his mouth, and shrugged. “Maybe. But I’m also the only thing keeping you from hiding under the blanket right now.”

You tried to protest, but when another scream came from the TV, you immediately curled into him again. He laughed softly and pressed his chin to the top of your head.

“See?” he murmured, voice soft now. “Told you. I’ve got you.”

You mumbled something into his hoodie — probably a half-hearted insult — but he only tightened his arm around you, his warmth steady and grounding against the flickering light of the TV.

The movie played on, but you barely noticed. All you could feel was the rhythm of his breathing, the lazy brush of his fingers against your hip, and the faint vibration of his chest every time he laughed quietly at your muffled squeaks.

By the time the credits rolled, you were practically asleep against him. Kuroo looked down, his teasing grin softening into something fond.

“Guess I’ll take that as a win,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

And even in your half-dreaming state, you managed to murmur, “You’re still a jerk.”

He chuckled quietly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Yeah, but I’m your jerk.”

[kittenisstarstruck]

HAI

just wanted to say hi

i hope you're good

you've been serving especially as of late and im glad to be well fed

HI HI HI HI

i love you gorg gorg gorg

im starving feed me mother

[kittenisstarstruck]

The kitchen smelled like cinnamon candles, pumpkin guts, and impending chaos.

You were elbow-deep in orange mush, trying to scrape out the insides of your pumpkin when Bokuto’s dramatic gasp echoed beside you.

“Babe,” he said, wide-eyed, holding up his carving knife like it was Excalibur. “Look at the size of these pumpkin seeds!”

You snorted. “Koutarou, they’re literally normal-sized.”

“No, no, no,” he insisted, pointing at them like they were precious gems. “This one’s huge! It’s like — a mutant seed!”

You laughed, shaking your head as he proudly set it on a napkin like it deserved an award. “You’re such a dork.”

“Hey,” he said, grinning. “You love this dork.”

“Yeah, I do,” you admitted, and he immediately puffed his chest out like you’d just told him he won MVP.

He leaned over your pumpkin, watching as you tried to carve out the top. “Need help?”

“I’ve got it—”

Too late. He was already reaching over, big hands wrapping around the knife handle to “assist” you. The combined strength sent the lid flying off and pumpkin goop splattering across the counter — and onto your face.

You blinked. Slowly.

Bokuto froze. “Oh no.”

You wiped a handful of pulp off your cheek, holding his gaze. “Oh yes.”

He barely had time to react before you scooped a handful of pumpkin guts and flung it right at his chest.

“HEY!” he laughed, clutching at his shirt like he’d been mortally wounded. “That’s a foul! Unsportsmanlike conduct!”

“You started it!”

Within seconds, the kitchen became a full-blown pumpkin war — laughter bouncing off the walls, orange strings everywhere, both of you giggling like kids as you ducked and threw handfuls of goop.

At one point, Bokuto caught you around the waist mid-laugh, spinning you around as you squealed, your laughter muffled against his hoodie.

“Truce!” you managed between giggles. “Truce, Koutarou!”

He set you down gently, both of you breathless and covered in orange mess. His hair had a bit of pumpkin string stuck in it, and you couldn’t stop laughing long enough to tell him.

He smiled down at you, eyes sparkling in that way that always made your chest feel too full. “You’ve got something on your face,” he teased softly.

You raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got something everywhere.”

He grinned, leaning down until your noses nearly touched.

He chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “Next year, though,” he said with mock seriousness, “we’re buying extra pumpkins. I need to redeem myself.”

You rolled your eyes fondly. “Or maybe just one pumpkin and fewer flying seeds?”

He gasped. “No way! Where’s the fun in that?”

You laughed, and he joined you, the sound warm and bright in the messy, pumpkin-covered kitchen — because with Bokuto, even disasters felt like the best kind of memories.

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