#alkaano talks

[alkaano]

Contrary to popular belief, Tsukishima Kei is not a nonchalant, ignorant boyfriend who hardly cares about you. 

If anything, he is the complete and total opposite. 

You first noticed it when he started to hang around you too much, ignoring poor Tadashi while he complained about the newest teacher, instead opting to watch you throw your head back and laugh with your friends. It’s sudden and loud, two things that Tsukishima hates, but he’s never heard anything so sincere, so carefree, so…full of life.

The sound strikes him right through, and all of a sudden, he knew that cupid’s arrow (or yours) hit him square in the heart. And he finds himself not caring one bit.

But that was the first time, and you didn’t even notice him ogling at you like a pubescent boy. However, you really start to notice when you first start to date. Naturally, it takes him a while to warm up to you. You are still mutual classmates at the end of the day, but you both eventually get to the point your parents hardly blink when you both arrive home together. 

It’s by the fourth month he’s sharing his toy dinosaur collection, raving about the key differences between the Tirranasarus Rex and some other dinosaur name you could hardly pronounce. 

“So yeah, the Spinosaurus basically gets their name from the spine-like sail on its back, but I always thought it would better fit the Stegosaurus because of the spikes and everything, you know? But whatever– oh and then there’s this one…” And you’re just nodding along while he excitedly rambles, all information just seeping from one ear out the other. You still remember to ask him questions though, just to see that spark in his eye. 

And you finally toss  the “nonchalant” Tsukishima rumor out the window by the time you guys are a year in, where you’re sitting next to him on his bed, him laying right beside you eyes fixated on the way your lips move while gossiping about the latest news. 

“AND KEI, YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED AFTER, she has the nerve to say ‘Oh, I didn’t think you’d be interested, so I just forgot to tell you’ like, how the hell do you forget to tell me about how you got with your bestfriend-since-middle-school’s ex?! I knew from the start that she was trouble but everyone said that she would be soooo nice and amazing, well NOW look.” 

He chuckles a little bit, watching as you semi-seethe on the edge of the mattress.

 “You always have a good read on people, I have no clue how you do it but it’s hilarious to watch when you end up right.” 

“RIGHT?! LIKE COME ON ALREADY-” He smiles, yet again diving into one of your endless rambles. 

Tsukishima doesn’t care, and in fact, he doesn’t want this moment to end. 

All he wants is to be part of a world where your voice is never too far.

a.n : credits to @/aquazero for the dividers/banners (?) also TYSMMM for all of the love on the atsumu miya fic it means so much to me so tytytyty for all the support <333 but anyways, i hope you all have a wonderful rest of your day <3

[alkaano]

Osamu Miya is the best husband ever. 

He knows you work hard every day, he can see it on your face the way you haphazardly drop your work bag on the floor before climbing into his lap after work. The way you melt into his neck with a sigh, your shoulders dropping as if all the weight you carry finally loosens. 

You love your job, and he knows that–but it gets hard sometimes and he knows that too. He just can’t help the way his heart cracks a little when he sees your face after a long day. 

It all starts when you both are out for a date after work. You sit across from each other, him watching you as you ramble about the latest coworker drama. 

Absentmindedly, you go to scratch your hands, eyebrows furrowing at how dry your skin feels to the touch. 

“Ew, my hands are so dry and gross,” you mutter to yourself, “I really need to remember to bring hand lotion with me.” 

Osamu’s eyes narrow at that. 

“I thought we stocked up on lotion when we went to the store yesterday?”

“Yeah we did. I buy it thinking I’m going to use it, and then I forget to use it at all,” you chuckle at your own forgetfulness, but Osamu finds nothing funny. 

And again, when you come back to the restaurant instead of straight home after work, again looking exhausted. 

“Welcome to Onigiri Miya,” he says, his back turned to you, “How can I – oh,” He turns fully, 

His eyes finally land on you, a sparkle forming when he takes in your figure as he walks towards you to give his habitual kiss on your forehead, “Welcome back, love, how was your day?”

“Oh it was the usual, had to deal with some paperwork, helped the new guy out with the stupid printer, and obviously eavesdropped on the lady across from me for our daily gossip” you giggle as his lips brush your temple, embracing him in return.

He hums in response, “Did you at least eat what I made today?” 

You guiltily look away as your hands glide to rest on his shoulders.

“If I said no, how would you react?” 

He pouts with no real malice behind it. 

Osamu sighs, gently tilting your chin up to make you look at him, “My love, you can’t keep putting off food for that long,” his voice soft yet firm, “You gotta have the energy to focus on the work drama if you want to keep reporting back to me.” He smiles, tone lightening the mood of the room. 

You laugh at that.

 “Okay, Samu. For the sake of our debriefing sessions.”

He knows that you’ll inevitably end up skipping lunch again. So he vows himself to change that once and for all. 

From then on, Osamu wakes up thirty minutes before you do, packing your lunch and readying your work bag for you. He unplugs your laptop and phone, safely storing it away exactly where you keep it, along with your headphones since he knows you can’t work without them. 

As you step out of your room, bracing yourself for the usual morning rush, you freeze. Your husband stands by the stove, cooking breakfast, your work bag waiting for you by the dining table. 

“Samu?” you call out. 

He looks over his shoulder, giving you a quick smile before refocusing on the food. 

“Morning pretty girl,” he walks over with your plate, “Made you breakfast, your bag is already for you with everything. Let me know if I missed something.” 

You both eat, relaxing for the first time in a while, and he sends you off with the usual kiss, waving as you reverse out the driveway. 

Fast forward to your lunch break, your hands are dry and itchy again. You’re about to lament at forgetting lotion again, before your phone rings. You check the name, brows knitting in confusion at the sight.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby,” your husband’s voice rings through, “Come on out for me.” You don’t think twice about it, body jittery with excitement. You nearly dash out the building, walking out to see your husband waiting for you, signature Onigiri Miya plastic bag in hand. 

He holds it in front of him, “Got us some food, and your favorite hand cream.” You laugh, running off to kiss his cheek, before you both stalk off on your lunch break together.

From then on, Osamu makes it his duty to lift some of the weight off you, making your mornings easier and eating lunch with you, even if it means lost customers in the process. 

Osamu might not be the husband with the highest paying job, but he is the husband who puts everything into his love for you, and wouldn’t have it any other way.

a.n: banners made by @/aquazero. MORE THAN 2000 NOTES ON THE TSUKISHIMA FIC OMG. TYSM GUYS I LOVE YOU ALL SO FREAKING MUCH <333333. have the happiest holidays :) !!

I reserve the right to my own work. Any translations, plagarism, inspiration, etc. without credit and permission is not tolerated!

[alkaano]

Miya Atsumu has a weird obsession with you wrapping your hair in a shirt after you shower. 

Ever since you started dating, he notices every single time you finish washing your hair, you automatically grab an old t-shirt instead of a towel. The exact method you use to wrap it around your soaked hair is one he never understands— all the loops and twists you have to do, he can’t ever follow them. 

One time, you were lazy and you swung your hair over and just wrapped it up quickly, standing up to plop it on your head. Another time you had carefully wrapped it so your curls would stay perfectly cylindrical and dry just right. After watching the second method, while pretending to watch highlights of the next team the MSBY Jackals were supposed to play, he gives up trying to learn how to do it.

Atsumu never figured out your pattern, and honestly, he lived for the surprise. But one thing really caught him off guard, when you ran out of your old t-shirts and you had to use one of his.

He stared at you for a minute, eyes narrowing as he took in whose shirt it was.

“What’s that on your head?” 

“Your shirt? Why?” You ask from the kitchen, raising a brow.

“Oh, nothing just asking,” you shrug and turn away, unconcerned. 

Later, when you finally let your hair air dry, Atsumu takes it back to throw in the washer. He’s just about to, except he pauses— a whiff of something sweet and very familiar filling his nose. 

He glares down at the shirt and brings it to his nose. Vanilla, coconut, and jasmine, all scents from your shampoo. He just stands there in the laundry room, face in his shirt that smells like you, a smile spreading across his face, blush dusting his cheeks and ears. 

From then on, Atsumu has always been waiting for the moment you step out the bathroom, his shirt in hand, offering begging for you to take it, just so he can keep your scent on him all the time. He even takes some shirts during his away games just so he can miss you a little less (it doesn’t work, it makes him miss you even more).

He tries to deny it, saying he’s only doing it to help you get ready faster, but you both know he’s lying. One thing is for certain: Atsumu is now stuck to your side forever, and will gladly sacrifice his shirts in the process <3.

a.n : dividers made by me. have a good one <3 I reserve the right to my own work. Any translations, plagarism, inspiration, etc. without credit and permission is not tolerated!

[alkaano]

♥︎ Iwaizumi Hajime who is just such a man ♥︎

Who always buys gifts for you, not expecting anything in return except being his girlfriend and best friend

Who always opens your passenger door and helps you if you’re in heels, who’ll even buy you more comfortable shoes while on a date.

Who will gladly and effortlessly carry you bride style when said heels start to hurt. He loves doing it so much he’ll do it even if you aren’t wearing heels.

Who is the embodiment of “Wear what you like, I can fight” and always introduces himself as your boyfriend (sometimes fiance)

Who refuses to let you pay for dinner, even if it’s his birthday you’re treating him to (You did get sneaky one time and he’s still very a little sour about it) 

Who is loved by your parents for being such a gentleman, asking your parents if he can become your husband and start a family with you one day(no, he doesn’t ask if you can be his wife, he asks to be yours)

Who loves you so much, he doesn’t know how to put it in words, but still lets you know everyday how much he adores you and cherishes your presence  

Iwaizumi Hajime, who just loves you so much, he can’t help but smile each time he thinks about it <3

can you tell who I love more (hint: it's not the setter)

(translation or copies of my work, in any way, are NOT allowed. I reserve the right to my own work)

[alkaano]

Daichi Sawamura never thought he would get this lucky. 

He always thought he was your average guy, who’d end up living an average life. He got decent grades in high school, had great friends and made it big in volleyball just in time before high school ended. But he really started to consider himself lucky when he first bumped into you while walking to class that one spring day, coincidentally, the same day cherry blossoms first bloomed. 

“Asahi, have you seen Suga anywhe-” he stops, suddenly stumbling back, turning just in time to see papers fall and you rushing to pick them up. He hurries back to help you, “I’m so sorry, I didn't see you there. Here let me help you.” He looks up, ready to give you back your papers, and finds himself staring into your eyes before going to pick up the rest of whatever you may have dropped. 

“Oh no it’s fine, really, it was an accident, so don’t worry about it,” you reassure, smiling politely before taking the papers from the kind man before you. You politely bow, and head your way back down the hallway. 

Daichi Sawamura knew from that day, as he watched your disappearing figure, that he was going to be the one to put the ring on your finger. 

-

One year of friendship, four years of dating, half a year engaged, and two years of marriage later, he still considers himself the luckiest man alive. He reminds himself of that every day, when he collapses in your arms after a long day of patrols, when you make his bento every morning, and especially when you rush into his arms after praying he would return safe and whole to you. 

And even now, when you’re hunched over the paint-by-number in your hand, the TV playing some random episode of whatever crappy reality drama you put on for "background noise", with concentration fully evident on your face. 

He’s not even doing his, instead he’s looking over at you in amusement, watching as you carefully and precisely try to stay within the lines of the intricate design. You look over at him and smile after rolling out the ache in your neck. 

“Sawa, finish yours, you barely painted four spots,” you chuckle, teasing him. 

He huffs out a laugh with you, "I will, sweetheart, just taking in the view. Gotta get into that artistic mode, you know,” his smile joyful. You playfully push him at his clearly cheesy line, while trying (and failing) to hide the blush creeping up your neck. 

“Whatever you say, officer,” you say before returning back to your canvas. Daichi watches as you dip your brush back into the paint, your eyes glowing with pride and happiness. 

Yeah. This is it, he thinks, This is what life is. 

Daichi will always wonder whether it was some supernatural force that made you take that hallway that day, or whether it was pure coincidence. 

But Daichi Sawamura will never stop considering himself lucky, not when he still has you here with him. 

a.n : sorry for not posting in a long time guys ive been on summer break and tryna enjoy whatever i got left. have an amazing day :D credits to @/aquazero for the headers!!

I reserve the right to my own work. Any translations, plagarism, or inspiration without credit and permission is not tolerated!

[alkaano]

ꨄ︎ Sugawara Koshi who is such a lover boy (even before you were together)  ꨄ︎

Who was, and still is, one of your best friends and never overstepped his boundaries as a friend, even when he liked you

Who was ready to comfort you after your bum ex, that he never liked in the first place, dumped you for someone else (secretly, he was relieved you were finally rid of him, but he’ll never tell you that)

Who took you out for ice cream at the park, letting you vent all your frustrations while he listened, his heart clenching at your sniffles and cries

Who was always by your side, and waited patiently for you to heal before asking to be yours

Who gave you handmade gifts that did must have taken a lot of time, but it was always worth it for you 

Who finally asked to be your boyfriend and was overjoyed when you said yes and always brags to the team about it, so much so they almost start to get sick of it (yes, he kicks his feet and giggles at night when he thinks about it)

Who, as your boyfriend, brings you flowers from your favorite bouquet shop on a whim and still makes you handmade gifts, and even buys things just because they remind him of you.

Who memorized everything there is about you. Your favorite cafe, your order, the flowers you love (and the ones you’re allergic to), your comfort shows, everything 

Who gets completely lost in the way you talk, half listening because you look so beautiful when you ramble

Sugawara Koshi who loves to love you so much it makes him smile every time <3

(translation or copies of my work, in any way, are NOT allowed. I reserve the right to my own work)

[alkaano]

hmmmm...ballet dance partner akaashi growing jealous because the newest male dancer suddenly has your attention and wants to practice with you more often.... hmmm...... pianist tsukishima growing jealous over some other dude practicing more often with his favorite violinist because he's trying to practice the piece you two are known for playing together.... hmmm.......haikyu boys getting jealous.......

[alkaano]

♡ Tokyo Drifter Kuroo Testuro, who is the prime epitome of the boyfriend ♡

Who first met you when you were a rookie driver at your first meet and he just happened to be there. (In reality he was scouting for newbies to get on his team and replacements for pit crew)

Who watched you first walk up to your half decent car with a quiet confidence, which according to him, had no reason to be there. All the other drivers had crazy cars and insane modifications, he wondered how on earth you were going to compete.

Whose jaw dropped open when you saw your drifting, easily gliding between cars, making sharp turns like it was nothing. And when you passed that finish line with at least a ten second heading before all the other cars, he knew he had to recruit you. 

Who found you almost inside the hood of your car after the race, trying to fix a leak that had busted during the race. He watches as you examine the engine, admiring the furrow between your brows and how you murmured cute complaints to yourself.

Who “smoothly” walks up to you, offering to fix it for you with a smug look on his face, but immediately falters when finally taking a good look at you. The way your hair falls perfectly onto your face, the unintentionally well placed grease smudge making you look gorgeous 

Who had never stuttered before in his life, but when handing you his number and where to find him, finds himself searching for words and awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, ears blushed a pretty pink 

Who tries extra hard at his races now that he knows you come every once in a while, and even got you to call him the Drift King once (He tried to call you his Drift Queen, but it ended up sounding much better in his head. You chuckle anyway) 

Who asks to be your boyfriend after a hard earned first place, earning himself the grace of your smile and a passionate kiss after (He went home giggling in his car after  and still pinches himself thinking about it)

Who finds it hard sometimes to spend time with you, but always makes sure that you know that he loves you through every win, and every wink into the camera before the race starts <3 

author's note: yeaaa sorry about the long time without dropping I had finals and lowkey got fucked in the ass sideways by them but it's okay I ended with most of the grades I wanted (fuck math bro) anways I hope you guys have a wonderful day, I needed to get this out of my brain but there might be more drabbles about kuroo (cuz I love him so much :D) I reserve the right to my own work. Any translations, plagarism, or inspiration without credit and permission is not tolerated!