#adoring.bokuto

[ukeishin]

— the good within the bad

what they do when you have a bad (mental health) day

note: i don’t explicitly mention anything about mental health, but that’s just what i was thinking of when i wrote this. sometimes, you just need some comfort from your faves.

tagging: @babyworld

ft. bokuto koutaro, ennoshita chikara, hanamaki takahiro, kita shinsuke, sakusa kiyoomi, ushijima wakatoshi.

warning: gn!reader, fluff, comfort

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— bokuto koutaro.

bokuto pulls you into his chest. if you didn’t know any better, you would think he was the one who was having a bad day with the look on his face. he places both of his big calloused palms on either side of your face, forcing you to look into his golden eyes. bokuto then proceeds to list every single thing he loves about you. even as your face flames up and your neck warms in embarrassment, bokuto continues on. he could go on and on forever, but eventually he ceases when it proves to be a bit too much for you, resulting in you burying your face into his chest. he’ll hold you as long as you need him to.

— ennoshita chikara.

ennoshita coaxes you to lay down on your stomach for him on your bed. he slips a pillow underneath your head to properly support it and presses a kiss to your cheek when you turn to lay your head on its side. he murmurs for you to relax as his hands find purchase in the area in between your neck and shoulders. your eyes flutter closed as he slowly begins to knead the knots out of your back. the soft sound of music floats through the air in the background and ennoshita lowly hums along to the tune. he leans down at random to press feather light kisses all over your back. you deserve to relax.

— hanamaki takahiro.

hanamaki forces you into the car and drives the two of you to the nearest convenience store. his arm is casually slung around your shoulder as you meander through the aisles of the cramped convenience store. hanamaki tosses all of your favorite snacks and drinks into the basket as you converse about an utterly absurd topic that only hanamaki would think up. when you get to the check out, hanamaki looks your way and asks for your card. when you deadpan, he assures you he was just joking around and smiles when you crack a grin for the first time that day.

— kita shinsuke.

kita ushers you out of your bedroom. he sits you down on the couch, wrapped up in a clean blanket to watch your comfort show, and goes to the kitchen to boil you some water. he makes you tea the way his grandmother always made it for him when he was younger. he carefully hands you the mug, warning you that it’s hot and you should wait for it to cool down before you take a sip. you give him a grateful smile and bury yourself deeper into the blanket. when you drift off into a much needed nap, kita then slips back into your bedroom. he tosses all of your dirty laundry into your laundry bin, picks up all the trash off the ground, and tidies the papers strewn across your desk. anything to make your life a little bit easier.

— sakusa kiyoomi.

sakusa gently guides you out of bed and into the shower with him. he slowly undresses you, peeling your dirtied clothing off of your body and sets it down in a neat pile before urging you into the already-hot shower. he makes sure you’re completely underneath the shower stream before taking a wash cloth and dragging it across your body. afterwards, sakusa takes his time washing your hair, massaging shampoo into your scalp and rinsing it out with water. after he’s satisfied with the job he’s done, sakusa holds you in his arms and lets the warmth of the water wash over the both of you.

— ushijima wakatoshi.

ushijima sits still on the couch, allowing you to scurry into his lap and curl up into him. he lets you shift around until you get comfortable. your head against his chest and legs lazily wrapped around his middle, you cling to him like a koala, not that ushijima minds. his grip around your stomach is loose, but firm. he does his best to not move even an inch when you drift off to sleep on top of him. ushijima doesn’t want to disturb the rest you so desperately need.

[ukeishin]

how they’d react to reader cheating on them with their best friend! (Osamu/Suna, Daichi/Suga, Bo/Akaashi, Kuroo/Kenma) oof that’d hurt

note: the exclamation point at the end is taking me out. i added a couple more characters to the mix!

ft. bokuto koutaro, kozume kenma, miya osamu, nishinoya yuu, sawamura daichi, tsukishima kei

warning: angst, cheating

— BOKUTO KOUTARO

his whole demeanor shifts in front of your eyes. his hair deflates and the brightness in his eyes visibly dims as he attempts to understand what you just told him. he asks you “what?” because he truly cannot comprehend what you just said. there’s simply no way that either of you would do that to him. but here you are, in front of him with tears in your eyes, begging for his forgiveness. bokuto wants to reach out and comfort you because he hates seeing you sad, but how could you hurt him? when you leave later and he goes through an “emo mode,” he thinks about how he’s lost the only two people who could cheer him up.

— KOZUME KENMA

he’s detached and aloof when you confess that you cheated on him with kuroo. he’s always had an inkling in the back of his mind that it could happen. kuroo’s the better of the two of them, more extroverted, more easy to get along with, more charming. it’s a wonder that you chose to be with kenma instead of kuroo in the first place. you’re droning on and on about how you’re sorry, why are you still here? why haven’t you left yet? he wants to be alone now. he wants to get the sound of your voice out of his head. perhaps he can drown it with the noise of video games.

— MIYA OSAMU

shocked. he’s completely blindsided when you confess. didn’t even know you and suna were close. he listens to you ramble excuses before he’s out the door. goes to atsumu’s apartment, who’s surprised to see him, but lets him in when he sees the look on osamu’s face. he situates himself in the kitchen, pulling ingredients out of atsumu’s bare fridge to make him some onigiri because he needs something to cling onto. wants the normalcy of making his shitty brother something to eat before it all comes spilling out.

— NISHINOYA YUU

he laughs. tells you that you got him good with this prank of yours. his laughter dies down when you don’t respond and he sees the solemn expression on your face. asks where your phone is since you’re recording this, right? this isn’t very funny now, babe. once he realizes you’re being serious, he’s asking a flurry of questions. when? why? for how long? did it mean anything? he wants, no needs, to know. when he’s done, he walks out the door. nishinoya can’t stand staying still, can’t stand being in the same room as you.

— SAWAMURA DAICHI

daichi’s expression hardens the moment that the words leave your lips. he listens to your explanation and he can tell that you’re sincerely apologetic for what you’ve done. once you’re done speaking, he thanks you for telling him, but asks for you to leave now so he can think. daichi doesn’t cry. instead, he sits down at the table in his apartment with his head in his hands and thinks. he thinks about where he went wrong for this to have occurred. did he neglect you? was he too overbearing? what did he do?

— TSUKISHIMA KEI

he doesn’t allow you to explain yourself. he’ll cut you off as soon as you attempt to and tell you to shut up. the more you try, the more he gets annoyed and the louder his voice gets. why can’t you just shut up? god, why did he ever fucking waste his time on you? sneers and tells you to get the fuck out of his home and to never come back. when you finally slam the door shut behind you, angry tears bead at the corner of his eyes. his glasses fall to the ground and shatter. this is why tsukishima doesn’t let others into his heart.

[ukeishin]

yk bokuto probably cant choose a favorite anything bc he's scared to hurt the other's feelings (e.g. cant choose a favorite colour bc he doesnt want to hurt the other colours' feelings)

HE’S SO PRECIOUS

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it’d be exasperating if bokuto wasn’t so adorable.

perched on a corner of your bed with your legs tucked neatly underneath you, you run your hand up and down bokuto’s hunched back in a soothing manner. “kou, you’re not going to hurt my stuffed animals’ feelings if you have a favorite,” you say, taking care to make sure your amusement doesn’t spill into your tone.

he tilts his head to the side to look at you with wide eyes, indignation shining through them. he waves an arm, gesturing to your collection of stuffed animals gathered at the foot of your bed. “if i pick a favorite then i’m going to make the rest sad,” bokuto argues, folding his arms in front of his chest and pouting. you playfully roll your eyes which goes unnoticed by bokuto as his gaze is completely focused on the plethora of plushies you own. you shift closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck, peering over his shoulder to look at your plushies as well.

“bo, baby. my plushies don’t have feelings so you can’t hurt them,” you bluntly state, gently knocking your head against his cheek. he huffs, forcing you to let go of your loose hold on him when he turns around to face you.

“how can you say that about our children?” his bottom lip juts out and his eyebrows pinch together and you don’t think bokuto has ever looked so lovely than he does in this moment. his hair is down, loose strands gently framing his face and his golden eyes are softened to a warm honey and the way he’s adamant on calling your stuffed animals your children makes your chest feel funny.

“mhm, you’re right. ‘m sorry,” you murmur, leaning your head against bokuto’s shoulder and looping your arms around his middle. it’s sweet listening to bokuto blabber about how he loves all of his children equally and he’d be a terrible parent if he chose a favorite. deep down, you know he has a certain fondness for an owl plushie that you bought together, which you claimed was the spitting image of him, but you’d happily listen to bokuto talk all day about your stuffed animal children.