#exchange 2017

[fortheloveofeggos]

my favorite people in the entire world 🌻❤️

[dabiapologist]

[Haikyuu Fanfiction]: Linked Hearts, Inked Hearts

For the 2017 HQ!! Rarepair Exchange! @hqrarepairexchange

Rating: T and UP

Written for: Jay @quadruples.tumblr.com!

>>> Hi, hope you enjoy your gift! Tried to stay true to your prompt :DD

Pairing: Oikuro/Kurooi

Word Count: 3039

Summary:

It is then that an idea pops into Tetsurou’s head.

“Linked hearts.” He blurts out. Tooru turns in his arms to look at him, deadpanned. “Hearts? Really?”

“No, no, listen,” Tetsurou continues, tapping at the spot on Tooru’s neck where he had been kissing at before. “For you, two hearts right here, ‘cause I always kiss you there, and for me,” He raises his hand and runs his finger down the side of his thumb, “Right here, along the side of my hand. ‘Cause you always kiss me there.”

“One red, and one blue.” Tooru adds, starry-eyed, “Yeah, simple, but meaningful. I love it.”

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The second Tooru sets eyes on the small shop, there is a gleam in his eye that makes Tetsurou freeze in his tracks. The fingers interlaced with his curl with a sort of childish giddiness, tightening until it hurts a little and Tetsurou is forced to acknowledge what’s got his boyfriend so damned excited.

“Babe,” Tetsurou nudges Tooru in the side, “My hand, you’re squeezing kinda hard.”

Tooru turns to him. “Let’s get tattoos, Tettsun.”

Tetsurou blinks. “Tattoos.”  

“Yeah.”

“Tooru, you know we just came here to the mall to buy underwear, right?”

“Oh my god, you actual old man.” Tooru pouts. “We’ve done that! But, look,” He drags Tetsurou over to the window of the shop and presses his nose to the glass, peering inside. Tetsurou tries to ignore the odd glances his boyfriend is getting from the patrons inside. “I’ve always wanted to get one,” Tooru continues, casting a sidelong glance at Tetsurou. “Aaaaand, since our one-year anniversary is coming up in a few days, I thought we could do something fun and spontaneous.”

Tetsurou grins impishly. “So, what, you wanna tattoo my name on your ass?”

The smile slides right off Tooru’s face. Tetsurou backs out of the way just as a fist like a missile comes in, nearly catching him in the side. “Kidding! I’m kidding!”  

“Tch, I bet you’d love to see your name tattooed on my butt.”

Tetsurou’s smile grows heady, lip snagged in his teeth as he presses close to Tooru, hugging him from behind. Tooru fidgets, elbows him in the gut, and then relaxes into the embrace with an eye-roll.

“Well, it is mine, isn’t it?” Tetsurou whispers, pressing a soft kiss at the junction of Tooru’s neck and shoulder, all the while rubbing his now sore stomach. “It’d look good with a hand print around it-”

“Can you control yourself for five minutes, Tettsun? Good lord.” Tooru gripes, though he’s blushing a little. He laces their fingers together again, raising their joined hands to his lips, and places a few tender kisses to the underside of Tetsurou’s wrist and by his thumb. “Wait till we get home, at least. Come on, we’re doing this.”

And with that, Tetsurou finds himself inside the tiny hole-in-the-wall shop, standing awkwardly at the reception desk behind Tooru as he flips through books of art, searching for inspiration.

“I want it to be something simple, but memorable.” Tooru says with a smile, eyes pouring over the portfolio, drinking in the colors and the details, excitement growing with each page. Tetsurou leans over to look as well, throwing in the occasional ‘ooh’ and ‘oh, look at that’ before letting out a genuine praise at a portrait of an extremely lifelike leopard tattoo.

“See anything you like?” The receptionist, a young girl with more piercings than probably years to her life and bright pink hair, asks with a smile, setting down the telephone.

“Um, it’s our one-year anniversary on Saturday, and we wanna get tattoos together.” Tooru says, smiling down at her like sunshine beaming down onto the city.

“Aww,” She chirps, standing and walking around the counter, “Congrats! So, what kind of tattoos are you looking for? Your names?”

“No,no,” Tetsurou jumps in, “Not names. I think that’s so tacky.”

Tooru makes a noise of agreement, closing the portfolio. “I was thinking more like a symbol or something. Something cute but simple, but...meaningful at the same time?”

The girl laughs. “No, I get it. And between you and me, most people who get name tattoos usually end up breaking up. It’s kind of a jinx, in my opinion.”

Tetsurou tacitly agrees, wrapping his arms around Tooru’s waist, to which Tooru laughs in response. “I’m not going anywhere, stupid. I love you too much.”

Tetsurou makes a happy noise into the crook of Tooru’s neck, noisily kissing the skin a couple of times, despite Tooru’s protests. “Tettsun, god.”

“You guys are so adorable together, the girl says, “And actually, not to sound creepy, but I noticed you guys out the window before, hugging just like that, and man, I wish my girlfriend would hold me like that sometimes.” She finishes, a dust of pink scattering over her cheeks.

It is then that an idea pops into Tetsurou’s head.

“Linked hearts.” He blurts out.

Tooru turns in his arms to look at him, deadpanned. “Hearts? Really?”

“No, no, listen,” Tetsurou continues, tapping at the spot on Tooru’s neck where he had been kissing at before. “For you, two hearts right here, ‘cause I always kiss you there. And for me,” He raises his hand and runs his finger down the side of his thumb, “Right here, along the side of my hand. ‘Cause you always kiss me there.”

“One red, and one blue.” Tooru adds, going starry-eyed, “Yeah, simple, but meaningful. I love it.”

Tooru turns in Tetsurou’s arms, throwing his arms around Tetsurou’s shoulders. “I love you,” He murmurs, leaning in for a kiss, which Tetsurou readily agrees to. They part after a moment, laughing bashfully when the receptionist coughs, bringing them back out of their own little world and back into the small shop. Everyone in the room is staring at them.

“I’ll have an open booth in the back in about thirty minutes. I had an appointment cancel before you two walked in, so one of the guys’ll be available. Just finishing up a session with another client.” She says, leading them to two empty seats in the waiting area, and the pair quickly follow, grinning at each other.

*****

“So which one is gonna hurt more, mine or his?”

The tattoo artist, a bald but good-looking guy covered head to toe in ink with way too many facial piercings (Tetsurou thinks, anyway) turns from setting up his equipment to give them a surprisingly warm smile that also reveals some interesting tattoo work in the inside of his lip.

“Depends on your pain tolerance. I never tell people what hurts and what doesn’t ‘cause, ya know, what’s hell for one person is cake for another, ya get me?”

Both Tetsurou and Tooru nod, each making their own noise of understanding. Tooru points at the artist’s neck. “You have one. How was it for you?”

“Personally, I didn’t bother me much, but I’m used to it, so…”

Tooru’s expression grows a bit anxious. “I don’t know, now I’m getting kinda nervous.”

“Ahh, don’t be. You’ll be fine, I promise. Your tattoos aren’t big so it’ll be quick once I sketch them out. Five minutes. Probably between the two of you.”

“That’s it?” Tetsurou quips, incredulous.

“You’re just gettin’ some hearts right? It’s not the fuckin’ Mona Lisa.”

“Alright, okay.” Tetsurou says defensively, holding his hands up.

Tooru laughs. “And they’re not filled in, just lines. Um, open hearts, I dunno. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, yeah. You want ‘em thicker or thin?”

“I want mine bubbly,” Tooru chirps, “They have to be cute.”

“Oh my god, you’re the gayest thing alive,” Tetsurou utters, face-palming. “I want mine a little on the thinner side.”

“Will do.” The artist says, pulling out two separate pieces wax paper. He quickly sketches out two sets of hearts, both in blue and red, one sheet to Tooru’s specifications, and the other to Tetsurou’s. They both let out a low ‘ooh’ as they watch him draw.

“Whaddya think? Good?” The artist asks, and they both nod, smiling wide.

“Then let me just transfer these over, and then we’ll get started.”

As the artist does something with a scanner and a computer in the corner, Tooru and Tetsurou flash each other a look that says, ‘We’re really doing this, aren’t we?’

A few minutes later, the artist is back in his seat, Tooru’s print in hand.

“Ready?”

Tooru nods and leans his head to the side to give access, flashing a slightly nervous but still excited look Tetsurou’s way. Tetsurou blows him a kiss and gives him a thumbs up.

The artist peels away a clear layer of the paper and presses the print onto Tooru’s skin, holding it down for a few seconds before slowly removing it. He holds up a mirror. “That about where you want it?” He asks.

Tooru angles the mirror, trying to get a better view. “Mm, a little further down. More in-between the neck and shoulder.”

“Okie doke.” The artist replies, and wipes the initial print off. He places the paper back right at the junction of Tooru’s neck and shoulder, and presses the paper down again.

“Yes, right there,” Tooru says with a smile when he gets a second look.

“Alright, cool. Let’s get started, then.” The artist says with a raspy laugh that sort of drowns out the low-buzzing of the tattoo gun as it turns on.

Tooru squirms and makes an odd high-pitched noise when the needle finally makes contact with his skin, but after a few seconds, one eye cracks open, and then the other, before he finally relaxes into it. “Hey, that’s not so bad. It actually feels kind of cool.”

Tetsurou walks over and cranes his head to peer over the artist’s shoulder at Tooru. “It doesn’t hurt?”

“Yeah, a little, but like, in a cool way? It’s not a bad pain.” Tooru concludes.

After a minute flat, there is one blue heart on Tooru’s skin, and Tetsurou whistles. “Damn.”

“You like it?” The artist asks over his shoulder up at Tetsurou, who nods.

“How does it look?” Tooru asks, lifting the small mirror in his hand to look again. He lets out a loud, giddy, “Oh, wow! I love it!” Upon seeing the small but thick and almost cartoonish blue heart sitting imprinted in his skin. “Tettsun, it’s so cute, I’m in love.”

Another minute and a half later and Tooru hops out of the chair with two freshly-inked hearts glowing with a halo of reddened skin, looking as happy as a kid in a candy store as he throws his arms around Tetsurou in a big hug. “This was such a good idea, babe. I love it so much! And I love you ~~”

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too, Tooru.” Tetsurou says with a laugh as he takes his turn in the chair. He waits patiently while the artist covers Tooru’s tattoo with a small gauze and some tape before washing his hands and retaking his seat.

“Now, you can’t touch it for a good three to four hours,” He instructs, “I’d recommend leaving ‘em covered at least until tonight. And when you shower, don’t use anything that exfoliates. No fancy beady soap, no goddamn loofahs. And keep them moisturized. Unscented lotion only, okay?”

They both nod quickly, and Tooru takes the notes down on his phone.  

“Is it true that some people get addicted to the feeling of the needle? Like a kink or something?” Tetsurou drawls, kicking his feet idly, watching the artist load his gun with a new ink tip.

The man lets out a hearty laugh at that. “Yeah, I get all kinds in here. Had this one girl, gettin’ a tramp stamp ‘for her man’, she said, went from sayin’ it hurt like a bitch to moanin’ like a damn whore till I was done.”

Tooru snickers. “That’s gonna be Tettsun in about three seconds. He tries to hide it but he’s kinky, too.”

Tetsurou flushes hotly. “Tooru!”

“What? You know it’s true. Fifty Shades of Tettsun.”

“Tooru, hus-Oh, whoa, that feels like...not what I expected.” Tetsurou cuts himself off mid-comeback when the needle finds its way to the skin of his hand. He tenses for a second, eye twitching at the sensation, before eventually settling into it, much like Tooru did a few minutes ago. An amused smile curls his lips as he watches the pen move across his skin, forming a thin-lined red heart just beneath his thumb.

“That does feel kinda good, not gonna lie.” He admits with a sheepish shrug.  

“See? Told ya.” Tooru quips with a triumphant laugh, to which Tetsurou rolls his eyes. A thin blue heart quickly joins the red, linked in the lower bottom of the red heart, mirroring Tooru’s blue with the red linked in.

“The thing with hand and finger tattoos is that they tend to fade pretty quick,” the artist says as he shuts off the tattoo gun, “Especially if you work with your hands and stuff. You may have to touch it up every once in awhile.”

Tetsurou nods, admiring the small, thin hearts. The blue and red are vibrant and cheerful, just like him and Tooru. He can't fight down a fond smile.

“You purred a little, by the way.” The artist chortles as he discards the gun tip, and Tooru howls with laughter over Tetsurou’s frantic denials and apologies.

“No, I didn’t! Oh my GOD!”

“You did,” the artist eggs on, “It was this little rumble towards the end. You one of those “kink” people, huh? Don’t go gettin’ addicted to this, now.”

Tooru doubles over with laughter and Tetsurou blushes so hard he adds a new shade of red to the color spectrum.

*****

“You guys got matching tattoos?” Iwaizumi asks over the rim of his glass, voice deadpanned though amusement dances in his eyes.

“Yeah, we went on Wednesday! And FYI they came out really cute!” Tooru defends with a huff, “Look!”

At Tetsurou’s behest, they kept their gauzes on well into the night after they got home that first night, despite Tooru’s whining. And today, Saturday, Tooru decided it would be fun if they covered them back up while they decorated their apartment for their party.

And now Tooru’s itching for the big reveal.

He rips off his gauze, quickly followed by Tetsurou’s (“OW?!” WHAT THE FUCK, TOORU? A LITTLE WARNING WOULD’VE BEEN NICE!”) and shows off his tattoo proudly. “It was Tettsun’s idea to get the linked hearts. He’s such a romantic at heart.”

Tetsurou grumbles at the ‘romantic’ part, though he is smiling a bit.

“Yeah, you’re so romantic, dude! You’re a sap!” Bokuto slurs drunkenly but happily as he throws himself over Tetsurou to look as well, his screwdriver nearly spilling out of his cup with the motion.

“Bo, did you pour half that bottle into your cup when we weren’t looking?”

“Hic-MAYBE.”

“Give me the cup, Bo.”

“NO! I HAVE TO DRINK MY-HIC-MY ORANGE! I HAVE A COLD!”

Tetsurou manages to pull off looking annoyed while also laughing his ass off masterfully. “THERE’S NO FUCKING ORANGE JUICE IN THAT CUP, YOU ABSOLUTE JACKASS! GIVE ME THE CUP!”

“NO!”

The wrestling match that ensues falls into the background of the small party as everyone crowds around Tooru to get a look at his tattoo, since Tetsurou was currently preoccupied with separating his best friend from his liquor.

Akaashi peers over from behind the couch, a small, thoughtful smile on his face. “I like it,” He says, tracing the still raised lines on Tooru’s neck idly, “Simple, but elegant.”

“Thanks, Akaa-chan.”

“Kuro likes for people to think he’s a ‘bad boy’ but he’s just a nerdy romantic at heart.” Kenma chimes in over the 8-bit music track of his video game. He pauses the game momentarily to regard the pair of them with a rare but genuine smile. “But I think it suits the two of you pretty well.”

Tooru’s eyes glisten. “Pudding-chan!” He hollers and throws himself over onto an unprepared and definitely unwilling Kenma, pulling the smaller boy into a tight embrace, his loud wailing drowning out Kenma’s protests and annoyed cat noises.

“Babe, loosen up, will you? Kenma isn’t about your PDA.” Tetsurou hollers from where he has Bokuto in a headlock on the floor, still trying to pry the half-spilt cup of orange juice and vodka out of Bokuto’s clutches.

“You’re fighting a losing battle, Kuroo.” Iwaizumi says, laughing as he settles down onto the floor next to them, “Just let him have it.”

“You’re not the one who’s gonna have to nurse him tomorrow when he’s hungover,” Tetsurou mutters, but relents anyway. Victorious, Bokuto thrusts the cup--now effectively empty-- into the air, and pours the last bit into his mouth while laughing.

“Can I see yours?” Iwaizumi asks, and Tetsurou sticks his hand out. “How do you like it?”

“It’s kinda itching me, right now. But overall, I love it.”

Iwaizumi smiles. “You guys are so cheesy.”

“D’aww, thanks Iwaizoom.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“You called us ‘cheesy’, I’ll call you whatever I waaant~~”Tetsurou sing-songs, laughing.

“IWAIZOOM! IWAIZOOOOM!” Bokuto hollers from the floor, laughing hysterically.

“Ugh,” Iwaizumi scoffs, though there is a small smile gracing his face, too. “You guys are good for each other, though. Happy one-year.”

Tetsurou smiles as he rises from the floor. “Thanks, dude.”

He spots Tooru walking into the kitchen and follows. When he walks in, Tooru is standing at the stove, pouring more tortilla chips into a bowl, singing along with the music blasting from the living room. Tooru beams at him when their eyes meet, and Tetsurou can’t resist.

He curls up to Tooru, embracing him from behind, as he always does, nosing over the small hearts on his skin.

“Is it still too soon for me to kiss it?” Tetsurou whispers into Tooru’s hair. He feels his boyfriend shrug.

“It's been days already,” Tooru replies quietly, “And I miss it.”

“Mm, I agree.” Tetsurou murmurs before pressing a lingering open-mouthed kiss to the spot. Tooru moans softly as his head falls back onto Tetsurou’s shoulder, eyes floating shut as his boyfriend kisses up his neck, mouthing tiny ‘I love you’s across the exposed skin.

Tooru turns in the embrace and pulls Tetsurou into a deep, smiling kiss.

“Happy one-year, baby.” He says when the kiss breaks, and they stay close for a while, content in each other’s arms and fingers tangled in hair. Their lips meet languidly between soft laughs and smiles and not so innocent promises of what’s to come as soon as the party’s over.

“These were a good idea, Tettsun,” Tooru says, kissing over Tetsurou’s own set of hearts before switching to bite and kiss at his fingertips.

Tetsurou swallows thickly.

He really can’t wait to see Tooru with nothing on but those two little hearts.

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What A Cute Cat!

(This will be posted to ao3 It’s just being very slow and won’t let me post right now) Recipient: http://ryekamasaki.tumblr.com/

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou/ Sawamura Daichi/ Sugawara Koushi

Word count: 1140

Kuroo groaned into his coffee cup. The sun was too bright but the air too cold for the college student. He was on his way back to his dorm from his morning class (‘Seriously Tetsurou, who takes morning classes? ever?’). If he hadn’t been staring at the ground to avoid contact with the sun he wouldn’t have seen it.

It was small and graceful. Covered in white fur and with big blue eyes. It’s tail flicked back and forth and it walked toward Kuroo. It rubbed against his leg and made a quiet ‘Mew’ type noise. Kuroo was, despite his outward appearance, quite the intelligent boy. He didn’t struggle when it came to learning the material and had one of the highest grades in his classes. Maybe it was the tiredness that coffee couldn’t fix, maybe it was the sun messing with his, maybe it was the fact finals were in 2 weeks and he was not ready. But he looked at the small creature and said in a high pitched voice “You’re a kitty!”

And somehow it warranted him squatting down to pet the beautiful feline. It simply purred in appreciation. He played with the cat for a few minute before he heard a voice. It was pretty, almost sounded like bells to Kuroo, but it was almost masculine which was a nice surprise.

“Bean! Bean where are you?” Kuroo looked up to see a boy with pale silver hair looking around frantically holding a tin of cat food. The beauty purring at his feet looked up and seemingly debated if food was more important than attention. Kuroo decided to be a good civilian and scoop the cat, presumably named Bean, and walked over to the boy.

“Are you looking for this?” He asked as Bean mewed in confusion. The silver haired boy looked up and gasped.

“Yes! Oh my god thank you! We’d get in so much trouble if she was seen by our RA,” he laughed. “We can’t lose our little moneymaker on campus now can we”

He gingerly took her from Kuroo’s arms and gave her a kiss on the top of her head. He looked up at Kuroo and smiled.

“I’m Sugawara Koushi, but please just call me Suga. Are you busy? I’d like to thank you for finding Bean.”

—

It seemed like weeks ago that exchange happened, but here he was. In Sugawara’s and Sawamura’s room trying to nap with Bean purring on his chest. He could vaguely hear the other two talking.

“Suga it’s like he also lives here. He needs to start paying rent as well as the fee for cuddling with the cat”

“Daichi we don’t even pay rent, that’s covered by student loans.”

Kuroo chuckled at the conversation. Bean purred in agreement. Sugawara and Daichi have been raising Bean ever since they found her as a kitten in high school. They couldn’t leave her behind when they went to college so they smuggled her in, keeping her a little secret. They has decided to use her calming charms to make a quick buck, secretly marketing her as a stress reliever. Ten dollars for an hour to cuddle and play with her. In the past few weeks Kuroo think’s he’s spent more money on Bean then he has on coffee.

Sometimes he’d cuddle with her and talk to the other two, they were both super friendly. All three played volleyball and Kuroo got to boast about how his team had gone to nationals, that is until the other two stated they made it to finals in nationals. Kuroo had lost in the semi-finals against Itachiyama Academy. He almost felt like he was in the presence of gods when they admitted they were from Karasuno.

Apart from being friendly both boys were extremely attractive. Daichi had both arms and thighs he wouldn’t mind choking him. He may have seen him in only a towel once and was blessed by the sight of Sawamura Daichi’s abs. Where he had a very fit look about him Suga had a smaller frame and overall thinner look. He had a bit of a squishy stomach from eating too many sweets. Daichi was a cultural studies major while Suga was a culinary major. When Kuroo admitted he was a Biology major they asked him all sort of questions about it, and in turn he asked questions about their majors.

Suga liked to make Kuroo try all sorts of foods he’s tried making, specifically baked goods, there was always a cake in the dorm. Daichi liked to make sure Kuroo wasn’t overworking himself. When Suga wasn’t home Daichi would give Kuroo a massage, somehow knowing how to get all the kinks in his back out.

The roommates continued their discussion while Kuroo tried to return back to his nap.

“Do you think he’s gay?” Suga’s voice asked.Kuroo felt more inclined to listen now.

“Suga i’ve seen him wear flannel one day and then an oversized cardigan the next day.”

“That’s stereotyping!” “Still! Straight boys don’t do that, name one time you’ve seen Tanaka wear a cardigan.”

“Tanaka is bi and he’s worn Kiyoko’s cardigan before.”

“Okay, then I have a more solid piece of evidence.”

“Oh what’s that, his hair style? The fact he wears eyeliner.”

“No, I know his ex boyfriend.” Daichi said bluntly, Suga gasped over dramatically. He quickly lowered his voice into a hushed whisper.

“Who?”

“Oikawa.”

“Ew.” Kuroo couldn’t help but laugh. Both boys looked over at him with embarrassed expressions, but Kuroo just laughed.

“Yes, I’m gay.” Kuroo smirked amusedly at them.

“Hey same.” was Suga’s reply.

“I have a question, by the way,” Kuroo glanced up, not being able to sit due to the cat on his chest. “Are you two dating?”

They both looked sheepishly at each other before Daichi cleared his throat.

“It's….complicated but yeah.”

“Complicated?”

“Well uh,” Daichi rubbed the back of his neck. “The two of us kind of identify as polyamorous. So while we do really love each other it’s just…”

“We want more…” Suga finished, almost sounding regretful. It kind of hurt Kuroo to hear that.

“What kind of person are you looking for?” He asked them.

“Ah! Well, we kind of have someone in mind but we only just learned that they’re gay,” Daichi began rambling, Suga looked embarrassed. Rightfully so as Kuroo knew exactly who they were talking about immediately. He decided to cut Daichi off.

“Can I take you guys out for dinner?” He asked simply. Daichi turned red while sputtering out a response. Suga beamed at him.

“Really? Like as a date?”

“Yeah, as a date. I’ve never really dated two people before though so… “

“We can talk about it.” Suga smiles at him. “All good relationships are founded on talking to one another.”

Kuroo couldn’t help but smile.

“Alright.”

—

I Hope you enjoyed this!!! I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you enjoy it!!

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Are You Happy?

For Rae (knightswatch.tumblr.com)

When Kei’s best friend Tadashi starts dating Hitoka, he wants to be happy for them, but when confusing feelings arise, he finds himself rather miserable.

Pairing: TsukiYamaYachi Word Count: 3589 words Warnings: No warnings

AO3

Note: I’ve never written poly before, so I was very unsure how to go about it, but I hope you still like and enjoy it. Also, I know you didn’t want pure fluff, so I hope the bit of angst is enough!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

for: @magical-lauren 

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Recipient: Puck @goodfellowes  Pairing(s): Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou/Oikawa Tooru + Semi Eita/Tendou Satori Word Count: 11247

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

for: Bella @hinatashouyou-fromtheconcrete Aone Takanobu/Hinata Shouyou 1.8K, no warnings Note: It was so much fun writing Aone and Hinata! It is a pairing I adore, they are so simplistic yet their interactions are so wonderful~ I went with your first prompt but honestly I loved all three of your prompts~ I hope you enjoy this fic~

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for Aishiwarya ( @toondoon1010)

Pairing: Tanaka Saeko/Tsukishima Akiteru