sandwich shop

dinner is served

[bokubear]

“i’m tired.” keiji akaashi said while his arms held onto your waist, head placed on your stomach with his satisfied sighs while you played with his hair. “such a baby” you would coo, which akaashi didn’t deny, simply humming. he was in his happy place right now, and not long from now he would wake up in your arms. he looked forward to that part the most.

[kiyoors]

“y’know, i bet that if a pretty girl kissed tsukishima, he’d still have that ugly scowl on his face.”

you hear hinata continue to mumble to himself after said tsukishima rejects his offer to throw some balls for him to practice his blocking.

“you think so?” and hinata looks like a deer caught in headlights at having been heard. it’s pretty funny.

“w-well, yeah,” he seems to regain his composure, “not that any pretty girl would kiss him with that frown— he’s scary and mean.”

you hum, he has a point. tsuki can be mean— but not scary, not to you, at least.

“hey! tsukki!” you call out to the subject of your conversation and hinata looks absolutely mortified,

“(y/n)!,” he whisper-yells, “what are you- don’t tell him i said that!”

and you give him a knowing smile— knowing of what, he’s not sure— but you wink and mouth at him, “watch”

tsukishima looks positively bothered and inconvenienced as he makes his way towards the both of you, “what?” he spits out. his eyes never look down at hinata.

you smirk up at him as your hand settles on his shoulder and your other curls as the back of his neck, “nothin’” you look up a him with big, starry eyes, wetting your lips, and you know you’ve got him as you notice his adam’s apple bobble at his throat.

you stand on the tips of your toes to press your lips against his, gently. around you, the squeaking of shoes against the gym floor goes quiet.

the kiss only lasts for a couple of seconds, but it’s enough to bloom a cherry blossom pink on his cheeks. you sigh, and he lets out a quiet tch but you notice that his hand doesn’t really leave your waist when you both part, breaths mingling.

“was that really necessary, (y/n)?” he’s pulling away now, adjusting his glasses; if it was anyone else, you’d say he was almost shy.

“nope,” you pop the ‘p’ and give him your best smile, “just felt like it.”

he shakes his head as he retreats back to the courts of the gym, and, incredibly, there’s the likes to a small smile on his face.

hinata’s jaw is on the floor.

[mxrcline]

currently thinking about being in an academic rivalry with tsuki <3