#haikyu imagine

[inosukki]

TEXTS W/ BFF!KENMA

warnings: kys jokes + mean humor

[clawsdevour]

hq charas reaction to you getting hurt while crushing on you hcs

wc: 0.6k content warning: all fluff!!, not proofread

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-the type to flinch for you when they see you get knocked to the ground. of course, they will come over to see if you're okay. They will be less worried and nonchalant to not make it seem like they care too much. they might also act like they don't care and pretend to "brush it off" despite feeling worried as they tell you to be more careful.

"hey... you should be more careful. you could've really gotten hurt y'know that?"

charas: iwaizumi hajime, tsukishima kei, yaku morisuke, sugawara koshi, daichi sawamura

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-the type to run over with their arms out in an attempt to save you from falling over if you got pushed, acting like your "prince charming" as their personality would suggest. they change the atmosphere to be light hearted while you two laugh as they help you back up on your feet.

"ouupp..!! and your prince charming has arrived just in time to save his princess from the killer villain. haha now, how about a reward??"

charas: kuroo tetsurou, atsumu miya, oikawa toru, nishinoya yu, tanaka ryunosuke

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-the type to come see if you're okay but ends up tripping on you. they end up apologizing frantically and feel more worse than you since all of that happened when it didn't need to! they would probably treat you to something from the vending machine and frequently ask if you're injured to make sure they weren't gonna be the reason why you've been scratched.

"ah are you okay- OUMPH...!!!! god I am so sorry, are you okay? I didn't mean to trip and hurt you too..!"

charas: yamaguchi tadashi, lev haiba, hinata shoyo, asahi azumane, bokuto kotaro

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-the type to watch you fall in silence. once they hear the thud, while you struggle to get back up, is when they realize that you are hurt. they'll walk over, crotch down with a hand to help you back up. obviously they watched this all happen and ask if you're okay or need to get a bandaid or anything.

"that looked rough. are you okay? you're not scratched or anything are you?"

charas: ushijima wakatoshi, akaashi keiji, aone takanobu, shinsuke kita, kageyama tobio

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-the type to watch and do nothing. they probably worried for a bit but remembered that you have your own arms and legs to help you get back up. they do care, but they know you wouldn't need help to get back up... but they would come over later and ask if you're fine. duh, you are.. to which they'd joke and say something like "obviously since you're back up."

"i saw you fall from the corner of my eye haha... you're fine right? actually yeah, why'd i even ask? anyway, glad you weren't seriously hurt or anything."

charas: suna rintarou, kenma kozume, sakusa kiyoomi, osamu miya

masterlist here

[fluffytriceratops]

→keishin ukai - cigarette butts←

notes: idk why but smoking is hot and vaping is not. i don't make the rules. <3 also; it's been a hot minute since i wrote a make out scene, so i apologize if it's not my best work. [pre-timeskip?]

warnings: mature langauge, steamy but not smut,

[if you want to be tagged in my future haikyuu x reader works, let me know and I’ll tag you!]

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Keishin had tried to stop smoking. He really did. He chewed the damn gum. Worn the stupid patches. He tried the mist and the lozenges. But they all sucked ass. He couldn't help it. He knew it was bad for him. And he knew his girlfriend hated it. However, he just couldn't.. stop.

Sure, he didn't smoke as much as he used to. So in a sense it kind of worked.

But every once in a while, he'd pull out a cigarette. Whether that be after a hard day. Or during a break at work. Or if he was stressed. Or if he just wanted to treat himself. Whatever the reason.

Today just so happened to be one of those days.

Keishin walked into his shared apartment with his girlfriend. Kicking his boots off and shutting the door behind him. He made his way over to the living area, where Y/n was curled up reading a book. It happened on instinct. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a carton of cigarettes as he plopped down on the couch next to her.

He stuck one into his mouth but before he even had the chance to light it, Y/n reached up and pulled it out.

Ukai arched a silent eyebrow down at her. She didn't even look away from her book as she flicked the unlit cigarette onto the coffee table.

He shook his head to himself and grabbed another cigarette from the carton, sticking that one in between his lips as well.

Y/n reached over and took it out of his mouth again. Flicking it onto the coffee table.

Keishin huffed in both amusement and mild irritation. "Okay that's the least fun game ever." He says as he stares down at her.

"Not in the apartment." Y/n hums, turning the page of her book.

"It's raining." He mutters.

"Bring an umbrella."

Ukai's eye twitched and he swore if she wasn't the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, he'd tempt her wrath. Instead he just grumbled to himself and got back up, walking over to the patio door.

He stood half in, half out, to keep himself as warm and dry as possible. His eyes roamed over the city, grey and sullen in the storm. Keishin clicked his tongue in annoyance. He hated this kind of weather.

"I thought I told you not to smoke in the apartment." Y/n grumbles, glaring at him over the top of her book.

Ukai snorts and glanced at her from over his shoulder. "I'm not. I'm smoking on the patio."

"Your ass is inside the house-"

"I'm blowing the smoke outside-"

"It's wafting back in!"

"It is not!"

They held eye contact. Neither of them budging.

Keishin let's out a heavy sigh. "Fine." He steps outside and closes the glass door behind him.

Y/n smiles at her victory.

A few moments later, the door slides back open and she holds an umbrella over his head. It didn't do much, thanks to the wind— which was blowing it right back at them. But it was the thought that counts. "You're getting soaked."

"Yeah, well, someone told me not to smoke inside." He mutters.

Y/n rests her chin against his arm. "Bad day?"

"Just.. annoyin'." Ukai grumbles, sliding an arm around her waist. "And I hate the rain."

"I think it's pretty." Y/n hums.

"It's cold and wet."

"Like Edward Cullen."

Keishin barked out a laugh in surprise. He shook his head to himself. Leave it to her to lift his mood with a single sentence. Classic Y/n. "You're such a fucking dork."

Y/n cracked a proud grin. "You love it."

"Got me there." He murmurs, taking another drag of his cigarette. He turns his head away from her when he exales. Y/n's heart warms at the sight, knowing he did it for her. "But that's because I love you." He continues. "Every fault and flaw. Every imperfection. I adore everything about you, Y/n. You are without a doubt the love of my life. And I will never stop loving you."

Y/n stared up at him like he pinned all the stars in place, just for her. With all the love and adoration in the world. Eyes shiny with unshed tears. "I love you, too."

Keishin immediately flicked his cigarette off the balcony. His hands moved to cup her face. The pad of his thumb stroked over the smooth skin of her cheek. Y/n dropped the umbrella, her hands moving to thread her fingers in his hair as their lips met. Like two puzzles pieces clicking together. Her skin erupted in tingles. She has never felt more alive. His tongue traced her bottom lip as she parted them for him. Her fingers tightening in his hair and tugging deliciously. Ukai couldn't help but groan against her. It was the hottest sound she had ever heard.

Unfortunately, humans need air. So it was only a matter of time before they had to pull back. Though they didn't pull back far.

"Fuck," he breathes out, forehead pressed to hers as they panted heavily. Chests heaving. Clothes getting soaked by the rain. Hair sticking to their skin. His muscles taught beneath her fingertips.

Y/n bit her lip and his heart lurched at the sight. His calloused palms slipped beneath her thighs and he hoisted her up. Pressing her back into the glass patio door. Her legs went around his waist and their lips met again. Hungry. Hot. Lustful.

Keishin trailed his mouth down her jawline to her neck. Her moans filled the air, just as lightning cracked across the sky. His teeth grazed over her skin. A shiver snaked up her spine, goosebumps rose over every inch of her body. Which felt aflame. Her head tilted back against the glass, lips swollen from his kiss, eyes glazed over. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

"Fuck me, Keishin." She mewls out.

Ukai swore his eyes rolled back at the comment. His hands squeezing around the meat of her thighs.

And fuck her he did.

[ineedhaikyu]

Chapter Six

Summary: Hell Day is here, but Asahi swore he found heaven.

Word Count: 4.8K

Warnings: Spoilers from the manga series. FLUFF! Obvious slowwww burnnnnn. I don’t own anything. Haikyu belongs to Furudate Haruichi!

A/N: I don’t want to even discuss the sudden hiatus. But let it be clear that Haikyu has and will always have a special place in my heart. It’s my happy place.

It never gets easier walking through the doors of the Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium. If Asahi was being honest, there was more tension in the air now than there was on Day One. It was already nerve-wracking just being here with other powerhouse schools who have more experience competing in Nationals.

Now, Asahi can confidently say that Day Three of Nationals was unlike anything he’s been through. Normally, his anxiety would surely be at its max. His palms would be sweating like crazy, his stomach would be churning his breakfast like a hurricane, and his mind would no doubt be imagining every worst case scenario.

But his hands felt fine, cold from the January air, but fine. His stomach didn’t need any medicine as he didn’t feel any danger of losing his breakfast. And for once since Nationals has started, his mind isn’t wrapped with the strangling vines of anxiety that controlled every nerve in his body.

In fact, he’s looking forward to playing on the orange court once more. Asahi knew the match with Nekoma was a goal the moment they entered Nationals. The famous battle of the garbage dump between crows and cats is going to happen today. A real match between the two teams where one victor will be able to advance.

For once, since Nationals have started, he’s excited to play in a match. He wants to show off the hard work he has put in for the last couple of months through his skills on the court. Everyone worked hard to get to this point. There was no way he was going to disappoint his team by letting his nerves get in the way.

So here he was in the same gymnasium he was in yesterday where his team will battle against Nekoma in a few minutes. His heart was racing so hard, beating like crazy against his chest. It was a similar feeling from last night when he was with (Y/N), the Inarizaki manager. Minus the part where there were several hundred screaming fans in the stands, announcers commentating through the microphones, or thundersticks creating the usual loud, crackling noises that made the gym sound like a storm cloud.

But Asahi didn’t care about that. He had to focus on calming down his nerves before the match started. Usually, he would be recalling the scariest moments of his life right now. But he wasn’t thinking about the time Date Tech’s iron wall shut him down or anything of the sort. Instead, all his brain could think about was the moment he talked to (Y/N) for the first time. It was definitely a scary moment. But not a bad scary moment. More like a once-in-a-lifetime moment where she became a person he could trust.

It was so difficult to explain how he felt towards the Inarizaki manager. He would get so nervous around her but it didn’t take long for those initial nerves to go away. He didn’t know how (Y/N) did it, how she was able to take away his nerves so easily. Like last night, he was a wreck. He kept second-guessing himself on how he should talk and act around her. But the moment he saw her walking with her team, laughing along with them, his mind went blank. All he could think about was how happy she looked, how her eyes looked so lively, how her carefree smile (in his opinion) was the prettiest smile he has ever seen.

With the image of (Y/N)’s smile still in his mind, Asahi exhaled one last time before he opened his eyes. He brought out his hand, palm out. He stared at his hand, already imagining how many times he’ll be feeling the ball before spiking it. Then the image shifted. His large hand holding her hand, fingers intertwined-

Asahi shook his head, already feeling flustered at the very thought of holding hands with his crush. He couldn’t let his imagination run crazy on impossible goals. No matter how much he wished it to be real.

“Yo, Asahi!”

He flinched when he heard Daichi’s commanding voice calling him out. It was like the guy knew the perfect moments to scare the living daylights out of him.

“Y-Yeah.”

Daichi placed his hands on his hips. With a mischievous smirk and a determined glint in his eyes, Asahi could tell his friend was ready to get on the court to prove Karasuno’s worth. He was the very image of a confident player. Asahi wished he could borrow some of that confidence that Daichi seemed to be brimming with.

“How are you feeling?” His captain asked.

He furrowed his brow, not expecting his friend to even ask such a question, especially at a time like this.

“Uhh no offence, Diachi, but when do you care how I feel?” Asahi questioned as he took a sip of water, feeling relief as the water quenched his thirst.

Daichi looked taken aback but it was only a second later that he started laughing. “Well, you caught me there.” He chuckled to himself a bit more before he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I had to make sure your head was in the game and not-”

A fist slammed its way into Daichi’s ribs, effectively cutting off the captain’s next words. Asahi wasn’t even surprised to see Suga coming up from behind the hunched over captain.

“Now, now, Daichi. Don’t make our dear ace more nervous than he already is. He does a good job doing that all by himself.” Suga commented with a knowing smirk on his lips. However, the smirk vanished when the vice captain noticed the lack of rituals the ace usually does before a big match. “Huh… You actually look dependable right now, Asahi.”

“Ha ha, Suga, that’s hilarious.” Asahi deadpans but still managed to smile at his friends. “And to answer your question Daichi, I feel fine. My head is in the game-”

“Is that (Y/N)?” Suga asked, his eyes squinting at the crowd

“Where?!” Asahi whipped around, his eyes desperately looking around for the Inarizaki manager.

“So much for your head being focused on the game.” Daichi commented from behind as Suga snickered at the ace’s reaction.

“At least, we know how to motivate him if things go downhill.” Suga murmured to the captain who hummed in agreement.

“Still,” Daichi began, his eyes looking at the hundreds of fans in the stands. “It’s too bad (Y/N) can’t be here. She’s a good luck charm.”

“You mean, Asahi’s good luck charm.”

The two looked back at their friend of many years when they noticed his slumped shoulders. It almost made Suga regret playing the prank on the ace. Almost.

“And Achilles heel.” Suga added when Asahi turned around to face them. The disappointment on his face was not hard to miss.

“You sure you saw (Y/N), Suga? I didn’t see her anywhere.” Asahi complained with a pout.

“Oops, my bad. I guess it was someone else.” Suga explained, rather smug. “Hard to tell from here, you know?”

Asahi narrowed his eyes at his friend. He couldn’t tell if Suga was being genuine in his apology. Maybe it was just a mistake. Though, Asahi couldn’t imagine how anyone could mistake (Y/N) with anyone else. He certainly wouldn’t.

“Very funny, Suga.” He said flatly

“Oh, come on, Asahi! It was funny!” Suga defended. “The way you perked up when I mentioned her name. You're down bad for her.”

“So what if I am?” Asahi retorted, the tips of his ears turning a faint shade of red. “Is it so bad to want to see her again?”

Before Suga could answer, Daichi intervened.“We’re not saying anything like that, Asahi. We know that you like her-”

“And that she likes you.” Suga interrupted.

“But we need you to focus on what's actually in front of us. I know you want (Y/N) to be here. I wish (Y/N) was here too because I think we all know you play harder when she’s watching. Still, we worked hard to get here. I’m sure if (Y/N) was here right now she would say the same thing.”

“Yeah, she would.” Asahi agreed before he remembered one important fact. “But she would say it nicer.”

Daichi rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless, glad to see some fight back in Asahi. Even if it was just a little.

“Come on, ace. Let’s go win this match.”

As the trio of third-years made their way to the rest of the team, they noticed how loud Nekoma’s cheering section suddenly became, so much so that they could hear each individual's cheers.

“HEY, YAMAMOTO!” A Nekoma alumni shouted from the crowd. “GIVE IT YOUR BEST, DUDE!”

Asahi’s eyes traveled towards Nekoma’s starting players, where their ace accepted the fan’s encouragement with ease. From the corner of his eyes, Asahi saw how Tanaka was glaring daggers at Yamamoto.

“Stupid lucky locals!” Tanaka growled with envy in his eyes.

“Well, they are from here. It’s no wonder they’ve got a big cheering section.” Asahi told his jealous junior.

“Yeah, I know, but it still doesn’t make me feel better!” Tanaka complained. “And it’s not fair how they have girls personally cheering them on. I want that too!”

“You have your sister.” Asahi pointed out.

“She doesn’t count! I want a girl that’s not related to me to cheer me on! You know? To yell out my name every time I make a super cool point! Or when I do make an awesome point, I look for her in the crowd and dedicate that point to her!” Tanaka then sighed with slumped shoulders. “Man, that would be great.”

Asahi didn’t miss the way Tanaka's eyes glanced at Kiyoko, who was busy making sure everything was in order. It was routine for her to set the towels and water bottles on the bench but Asahi reckoned that Tanaka is thinking how she’s a goddess that crafted the night sky with each beautiful star. To be fair, it wasn’t that long ago when he shared his friend’s line of thinking about their manager, but after meeting (Y/N) and getting to know her, Asahi can argue she’s as much of a goddess as Kiyoko.

But his junior did have a good point about one thing: it would be nice to have a girl cheering for him.

Asahi patted his junior’s shoulder. “Be grateful for the fans we do have. Give them something worth cheering for.”

Tanaka raised his head and Asahi was relieved to see the motivational fire burn brightly in his eyes. The shadow ace made a fist, “You’re right, Asahi! We gotta do our part! We can’t let our fans down!”

He watched how Tanaka puffed out his chest before running off and greeted their own fans with invigorating passion to which their cheering section returned tenfold. Relieved to see his junior back to his energetic self, Asahi took the chance to look over his shoulder.

From the sidelines, he can easily spot Bokuto and Akaashi in their Fukurōdani Academy jackets. The Fukurōdani setter waved his hand in greeting while the ace next to him made sure to wave his arms in excitement.

“YO! ASAHI!” Bokuto hollered. “BE KARASUNO’S CANNON AND WIN!”

Asahi smiled and gave the ace a thumbs-up, hoping it was enough to show some amount of confidence. Because between every team that was in the training camp, everyone knew that Karasuno had not been able to win a set against Nekoma. Asahi remembered with a grimace how much diving and running drills they had to do with each losing set. The burning ache of his arms and legs were constant each day.

His eyes then traveled where Yachi innocently stood next to the scoreboard. No. Wait. It looked like she was talking to someone from behind the scoreboard. It had to be someone she knows because he knew how shy the first-year manager was to new people. So who was she talking to?

Just as he took a step to the side to get a better angle at the mystery person, he felt a hand grab his arm and turn him completely around.

“Hey, Asahi!” He didn’t have to look who was talking, he could tell by voice that it was Nishinoya. “You ready?! Battle of the Garbage Dump is finally here!”

“Yeah… It’s been a long time coming, huh?”

Asahi furrowed his brow at how the libero seemed distracted as he kept taking quick glances behind his back, the same direction Yachi was in. “Uhh, Nishinoya? You okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. You have nothing to worry about. I got your back, remember?” Nishinoya laughed loudly, though Asahi can tell it was by force.

“Uhh, thanks? Are you really okay? You’re acting weird, Nishinoya.”

“Don’t worry about me, Asahi. I’m fine. Just have to make sure you’re good. We can’t have you all depressed right before the match.”

“Ha-ha. I’m focused. I talked to (Y/N) this morning-”

“Wait, you did? What did she say?”

Asahi gave his friend the short version of the phone call he had with (Y/N) this morning. He made sure to mention the part where she actually compiled notes for their match against Nekoma.

“She did that?”

This time, Asahi had the libero’s undivided attention. Huh… Should it bother him that Nishinoya is finally paying attention to what he was saying only because he mentioned (Y/N)? Does he… like her too?

For some reason the thought of his close friend and (Y/N) possibly liking each other didn’t sit right with him. He swallowed hard before pushing away the mental picture to the back of his mind, hoping it won’t come back any time soon.

He continued, “Yeah… She wanted me to tell you to be considerate of the spiker’s running approach when you make a receive. And to watch out for setter dumps.”

Nishinoya grinned brightly before laughing. “You really know how to pick’em, Asahi!”

“What- Don’t say it like that. (Y/N) is a person.”

“Of course, I know that. I just meant, don’t let your chance slip away. Because from what I can tell these past few days, (Y/N) is the best thing that has ever happened to you.”

Asahi smiled at his friend though he couldn’t help but ask, “How can you tell?”

“Because even when she’s not here, she’s on your mind. And ever since you met her, you’ve been different- confident even. Which by the way is what I’ve been telling you for years and I think it suits you great. Don’t you agree, (Y/N)-san?”

Asahi felt his neck snap at how fast he turned to look over his shoulder. His eyes met her familiar warm ones, a beautiful shade of (E/C) that he’s grown to admire. Her smile, so naturally kind, made his heart thrash all around his chest. He felt his stomach flip flop this way and that but it didn’t stop him from smiling back.

“I think he’s already great.”

Just hearing her voice again in the form of a compliment made him feel like he could do anything. His own voice seemed to be lost until he felt Nishinoya patted his back and brought him back to reality- a reality where his crush is right next to him.

“It’s nice to see you again, (Y/N)-san.” Nishinoya greeted her with a wide smile. “You look great!” The libero turned in his direction and asked, “I thought you said her team left this morning?”

Asahi took a chance to look at (Y/N) and once again he felt all the warm emotions just flood every single cell in his body. She didn’t have to do anything remotely amazing and yet she took his breath away every single time.

“I- Well- That’s what I thought.” He turned to look at his crush, worry in his eyes. “Did something happen? Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine! I promise!” (Y/N) responded and Asahi could tell by the excitement in her eyes that she was telling the truth. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“A surprise?”

She smiled. “Turns out the principal called Coach Kurosu this morning and he gave us permission to extend our stay here in Tokyo! Said we deserved it for the exciting match yesterday but I’m pretty sure he wanted us third-years to enjoy the tournament one last time. He’s the sentimental sort.”

Asahi couldn’t help but smile like a fool as hope filled his heart. “So you’re here to watch? Really?”

(Y/N) nodded in excitement. “For at least one more day, but yeah! I was going to watch your match on my phone, but when I heard the news I just knew I had to surprise you in person!” There was a moment of realization in her eyes as she became self-conscious. Her arms crossed over her chest, as if readying herself from some kind of blow. “Is… Is that okay?”

He can tell just by looking into her eyes that (Y/N) looked nervous. Was she afraid of his answer? Huh… The girl he admired, who he thought had confidence to spare, looked the same way he would be if the roles were reversed.

“Yeah! More than okay!” For the first time today, his palms started to sweat. He discretely wiped his hands against his shorts and he can tell Nishinoya was trying hard not to laugh. “I’m happy you’re here.”

(Y/N) relaxed her tense shoulders and smiled once more. She took a quick glance at the roaring crowd. “Me, too. Though, it looks like I’m not the only one excited to see this match.” She turned to Nishinoya. “I hope to see those great saves like the ones in the ‘I’m Awesome’ videos.”

“Ha! Just watch me, (Y/N)-san! You haven’t seen anything yet! Wait till you see my Rolling Thunder! In fact,” The libero held out his fist towards her. “I’ll dedicate my first Rolling Thunder to you, our newest fan!”

Asahi wanted to laugh at how (Y/N) shot him a confused look and mouthed, “Rolling Thunder?”

“You’ll see it soon enough.” He told her, not wanting to spoil his friend’s moment.

“Oh well,” She looked back at Nishinoya, her own fist connecting with his. “Thanks. I’m looking forward to seeing it.”

“You won’t be disappointed! But don’t worry, I’ll let Asahi here have some room to impress you.” He nudged the wing spiker with his elbow, a huge grin on his face paired with mischievous eyes. “Right, ace?”

When her eyes met his, Asahi could feel his mind become a scrambled mess. Luckily, he found his voice in time and replied confidently, “It’s a promise.”

~

(Y/N) felt her heart racing like never before. She hoped the guys didn’t notice how flushed she was because she could certainly feel how warm her face felt. But perhaps she didn’t mind if it was with Asahi. Hopefully, he would like the small gift she had for him. Her katsumori, her own victory charm that was given to her back when she was a first-year, felt heavy in her jacket pocket. The words she practiced repeatedly in her head on the way here seemed to just disappear on the tip of her tongue. In all honesty, she’s been lucky to form complete sentences this whole time.

Meeting Asahi’s kind, warm, brown like melted chocolate eyes, (Y/N) found her voice again (just barely). Her hand made its way inside her jacket, her fingers nervously tracing around the worn fabric of her katsumori. “Wow, I’m a lucky girl.”

“It’s the least we could do.” Asahi assured her. “You went through the trouble to come to our match when you didn’t have to. We’re the lucky ones.”

(Y/N) could feel herself grinning like a fool but she didn’t care because all that mattered was that Asahi appreciated her efforts. Just seeing his cute smile was enough to find the confidence she needed. She could only hope it wasn’t too much.

“Speaking of luck,” Her fingers wrapped around the charm, slowly bringing it out of her pocket. “I wanted-”

“Excuse me, Miss?”

Her hand stilled inside her pocket as she turned around to face the unknown voice. It was the referee, the very same referee from yesterday’s match. He looked quite annoyed, as if he has better things to do than confronting her. And (Y/N) knew exactly why he was here.

“Yes?” She asked innocently, hoping the innocent act would help her in this situationship.

However, the referee kept his stare indifferent. “I don’t see your badge on you and according to your jacket you're from Inarizaki High, the very same school who lost their place in the tournament yesterday. Do you have any official business on this court?”

“Well, um…” Her throat seemed to constrict so much so that her words were stuck. She could feel the stares from Nishinoya and Asahi on her back. The back of her neck began to heat up in embarrassment. “I just wanted to visit-”

“Because if you don’t have official business,” The referee interrupted her. “Then I must ask you to step off the court-”

Her shoulder was enveloped in warmth, a familiar one, that was able to calm her heart into a normal rhythm.

“She’s my friend-”

“Girlfriend!” Nishinoya interrupted as he stepped in front of her, acting like a human shield against the referee. “He meant girlfriend.”

(Y/N) might have just met the libero the other day but she couldn’t help trusting him. Perhaps, that was something liberos had in common- whatever the situation, you can count on them to have your back.

Nishinoya looked over his shoulder and winked at her and Asahi. She didn’t have to read his mind to follow in step with his go-with-the-flow plan. Luckily, this wasn’t the first time she had to be in a role for a grand performance. The Miya twins gave her enough practice for that.

With that in mind, (Y/N) steeled her nerves and put on her best apologetic smile. Her hand went up to her shoulder where her palm sat on top of Asahi’s hand. She could feel his eyes on her but she didn’t dare look into those warm, caring eyes. Hopefully, Asahi will understand and go along with the plan but deep down she knew she could trust him.

With Asahi’s hand in hers, (Y/N) stepped forward and bowed down in respect. “I’m so sorry, sir, for causing trouble.” She stood back up and held Asahi’s hand firmly. “I was on my way to grab a seat when I realized I forgot to give my boyfriend his good luck charm.”

The referee raised a brow in suspicion, his eyes darting between her and her ‘boyfriend’. He has seen the two together before the past couple of days but he always thought the two were friends. On the other hand, they reminded him of the time when he first met his wife in this very gym over ten years ago. The memory will forever be treasured in his heart even after a decade later. Now, the rules don’t matter as much anymore… Perhaps he had a soft spot for young love. It didn’t help that the man bun guy was looking at her like she was an angel of some kind.

The adult internally sighed, weighing his options on either side. However, just as he was about to reason with the young couple, the tall #3 player stepped forward, his hand still linked with the girl’s.

“Five minutes, sir. Please. We- I-I need five minutes with her.”

This time the referee let out a loud sigh as he could feel the sentimental side of himself win over the logical side.

“Alright. But only for five minutes. That’s it. The moment I blow this whistle your girlfriend needs to be off the court. Understood? Both of you?”

(Y/N) was at a loss for words by the referee’s sudden generosity. It wasn’t until she felt Asahi shift beside her that she found her voice again.

“You okay?” He asked, concern laced in his voice. His hand not showing any signs of letting go despite the fact that the referee was long gone.

“Of course she’s okay!” Nishinoya laughed. “The plan worked great! The ref didn’t suspect a thing. You did a great job playing along, (Y/N)-san!”

She smiled at the compliment. “It’s easy when you have enough practice. Trust me, this was child’s play compared to what the Miya twins do on a weekly basis. But thanks, both of you, for covering for me.” Her eyes met Asahi’s. “Seems like you’re always saving me one way or another.”

Asahi let out a nervous laugh before finally releasing her hand as he rubbed his neck. “I think it was just the right time and right place.”

“Then I suppose meeting you is almost like fate. Maybe getting defeated by your team could be a blessing in disguise. But don’t tell my team that. They’re still sore from yesterday.”

“Physically or emotionally?” Nishnoya asked.

“Both.” She replied. “But you didn’t hear it from me. What about you guys? How are you guys holding up?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle!” Nishinoya declared. “But I think I should leave you guys alone, I have to practice some receives with Tanaka. Make sure to cheer for me, (Y/N)-san!”

The two third-years looked at the libero with identical expressions of disbelief but decided not to comment on it. With the new found sense of privacy, (Y/N) nervously looked up at her crush.

“So, um, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable about me calling you my boyfriend. I know that ref and he takes his job seriously, like unbelievably serious, and I didn’t want you to get on his bad side before your match. Trust me on that.”

Asahi took a quick glance over his shoulder and sure enough the ref was staring in their direction. Almost as if he was expecting something…

“I’ll take your word for it. He’s still staring at us. Well, more like glaring at me.”

“And I’m sure he’s counting the seconds before he blows that whistle. So I shouldn’t waste anymore time,” She took out her katsumori and offered it to him. “Here, this is for you. Take it.”

Asahi looked at her with those eyes, asking if she was sure. He was about to protest but she spoke first.

“I’m sure, Asahi. Please take it.” She took hold of his hand and gently placed the charm on his open palm. “It would mean a lot to me.”

The uncertainty in his eyes faded away and the smile that she’s been hoping to see became a wish come true.

“Thank you, (Y/N). I promise to keep it safe.” He carefully closed her katsumori in a fist and held it over his chest.

It made her heart melt inside her rib cage. All the butterflies in her stomach that were frolicking about were now flapping their little wings into a cyclone. She thanked her lucky stars that she had a light breakfast.

“Well,” She took a step forward, casually brushing her shoulder with his. “I should go and find a good seat before they’re all gone.”

“Oh, um, no, yeah.” Asahi agreed. “Of course. So, I’ll… See you later… Hopefully? After the match?”

(Y/N) internally cooed at how earnest Asahi was being. How is it possible for him to be this cute yet attractive at the same time? Does he even know?

“I’ll be here, waiting to congratulate your team for a great match.”

Asahi let out a nervous chuckle. “And if we lose?”

“It’s still going to be a great match. I just know it.”

Before he could say another word, the shrill sound of the whistle filled the air. It was time to go. (Y/N) sighed as she dreaded this moment to leave the court. All the while, Asahi wished he had more time with her. In fact, he wished time stopped all together, capturing the moment-

“Asahi!”

“Huh?” The ace blinked when he heard his name. He looked back at (Y/N) where he was met with her worried gaze.

“I said I have to go now, like for real this time. So um… Yeah… Good luck.”

“Yeah, ok, yeah. I got your katsumori. You’re here. I couldn’t ask for anything more. I’m all set.”

(Y/N) smiled bashfully at his words. “See you later.”

She raised her fist towards him and to her surprise Asahi didn’t hesitate to connect his fist with hers.

“You can do this, ace.”

“Thank you for everything.”

And he meant every word.

[awearywritersworld]

A misunderstanding makes you feel insecure.

Haikyu x Reader w/c: 1.4k // 1.1k warnings: just a lil angst, but fluffy endings. a/n: back on my haikyu bullshit bc life is tough rn and i needed something pure and wholesome. post!timeskip, hurt/comfort, gender neutral reader characters: Tsukishima Kei // Kuroo Tetsuro

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Tsukishima Kei

When Tsukishima first met you in university, he had taken notice of you, though you didn’t really start talking until you were paired for a research assignment. While he was just a tad nervous when you invited him to your apartment to work on it, he didn’t mind as you lived nearby.

An observant person, Tsukishima soon took note of your little quirks, many of which he silently regards as endearing. Your eyes would widen, sparkling with interest as you stumbled upon new articles and discoveries during your research. You always brewed a fresh pot of tea and grabbed something extra at the bakery when you knew he was coming over.

When he told you he plays volleyball for the Sendai Frogs, he was taken aback by how interested you seemed. He informed you about his position and that he started playing because of his older brother. Pink dusted his cheeks when you asked if you could attend his next match, which he agreed to. During the match, a few of his teammates gave him nudges and sly smirks. "You just seem really into the game today, Tsukishima-kun."

Your friendship persisted even after your project had been turned in, and while Tsukki was surprised, he also found that he was relieved. He enjoyed your company, after all. The thought of parting ways with you made his heart skip a beat like some lovesick teenager.

Toward the end of the semester, you're approaching the lecture hall you share with Tsukishima when you spot him talking to one of your classmates, a girl. The sight makes your stomach flip and you freeze, watching their interaction from afar.

"I just wanted to give you this, Tsukishima-kun," she begins nervously, handing him a box of sweets wrapped in pink paper.

"Oh, thanks." His tone is unexpressive as ever.

"You play volleyball, right? Maybe I could come to watch you sometime!"

She's barely finished speaking before he responds, "sorry, but I don't really like having people come to my games. You know, focus and all..."

He trails off and she tries her best to recover. "O-Okay! No problem! I'll see you around."

She scurries away and you can just barely hear him grumble something about annoying admirers and wanting to be left alone. You realize you stopped breathing at some point and all you can think while you harshly exhale is 'oh, god.'

Over the past few months, you had certainly developed a crush on Tsukishima. You feel awful about having gone to quite a few of his games when, evidently, he must have found it irritating. You're staring into nothing with wide eyes when you hear your name being called.

Your head snaps in the direction it came from and your gaze meets Tsukishima's as he approaches you. He greets you as he usually does and you stutter out a reply. Walking into the classroom together, he's squinting at you out of the corner of his eye. It's clear to him that something is up.

"You okay?" he asks as you both slide into your usual seat beside one another.

"Of course!"

That's how the next few days pass--- he knows something is wrong and you pretend that everything is fine. You're quieter than usual and you haven't invited him to hang out at all. Since you're typically the one to take initiative, Tsukishima is left feeling a little lost.

When you don't come to his next game, he finally decides he's going to have to figure out how to resolve whatever is going on. It's already dark outside by the time the team finishes, but he still heads in the direction of your apartment.

With each step, he wracks his mind trying to figure out what the hell he's even going to even say. Did he do something wrong? Have you grown tired of him and his cynicism?

Standing in front of your apartment door, it occurs to him that you might not even be home. He knocks apprehensively and the door swings open a few moments later.

"Tsukki!" you squeak out.

You're in your pajamas, a sight he's never seen before, and it makes his mind go blank. He tries desperately to keep his eyes from trailing down to your thin top and flannel shorts.

"Can I come in?" he finally asks.

"S-sure!" you step aside. "I'll go get some tea started."

He can't help but smile as you hurry off, thinking you might be the cutest person he's ever met. Instead of making his way to the couch, he leans against the doorframe to the kitchen. "Do you need a hand?"

"That's alright, it'll just be a few minutes," you say, reaching up to a high shelf for a tin of tea leaves.

He's behind you in an instant, his body pressed to your back as he grabs the one he knows is your favorite. "This one, right?"

"Yeah, thanks!"

Shocked your voice doesn't betray you, your heart is now hammering in your chest with impossible force. He's still close behind you as he sets it down on the counter. Scratching the back of his neck nervously, he takes a step back.

Once you finish filling the kettle, he speaks up. "Is it okay if I ask you something?"

Setting it down on the stove and turning on the burner, you turn to give him your full attention. "Always."

The way you look up at him expectantly makes him swallow and clear his throat. "I was wondering if everything is okay?"

"What do you mean, Tsukki?"

"Um, you just haven't seemed like yourself the past few days."

He hopes his vague answer is enough, but you tilt your head to the side. "How so?"

If he didn't know any better, he'd think you were trying to torture him.

"Well, you've been less talkative," he nearly winces at how pitiful he sounds. "And then when you didn't come to my game tonight..."

He can't think of what else to say, cursing the way his cheeks heat up. You hardly notice though, too caught up in your own embarrassment and avoiding his eye.

"Oh, that!" you laugh nervously. "You see, I may have... overheard you talking to our one classmates the other day..."

The look on his face tells you he has no idea what you're referring to.

"She gave you a gift a-and asked to come to see you play, but you told her you didn't like when people came to your games." You're talking very quickly by this point. "I-I didn't want to annoy you-"

Tsukishima's eyes nearly pop out of his head in disbelief and he starts to laugh at the situation, but you think he's laughing at you. At first, he fails to notice that tears have begun to slip down your cheeks.

"I'm sorry Tsukki," you apologize, lip quivering.

That gets his attention right away, a look of horror taking over his features.

"No, no, no! I wasn't- I didn't mean to laugh!" His words are jumbled and he tries his best to slow them. "It's just that you're not people, you're... you."

"Oh," you say while wiping at your eyes, not quite yet processing the meaning behind his words.

You still seem so sad and it tugs at Tsukishima's chest, making him panic.

"I like you!" he blurts out and your watery eyes dart up toward his face. "I'm sorry, I thought I was more obvious about it than I was. I-I missed seeing you in the stands tonight and talking to you in class and coming over afterward and-"

He keeps rambling on and you think it might be the longest you'd ever heard the usually very matter-of-fact man speak for. He only stops when you start to giggle, your hand covering your mouth in an attempt to hide it.

The kettle suddenly whistles, breaking any sort of tension that might have lingered between the two of you. You swiftly remove it from the heat before turning back to him.

"I like you, too, Tsukki."

He breathes a sigh of relief, eyes flicking between each of your own. His honesty just moments ago has him surprised and while he'd usually be uncomfortable in a situation like this, oddly enough, he's not.

There's a ghost of a smile adorning his face and he spends a second just looking at you. 'You're... you,' he considers his words from earlier and knows that this is what he meant. You're different from most people. You make him feel at ease.

"You should call me Kei," he states simply, before moving to prepare the tea just the way he knows you like it.

Kuroo Tetsuro

One afternoon, Kuroo stopped by the coffee shop across from his office building downtown. Pulling the door open, he caught the reflection of a person around his age in the glass. As he moved so that he could hold it open for you, you thanked him with a small smile.

You caught his attention, dressed for some seemingly important job, your hair just a touch messy, but in a way that looked good. While you waited in line, he asked you about your day and his charming small talk left you a blushing mess.

You were in front of him in line, but once you finished telling the barista what you wanted, he stepped up to add his own drink to the order. "On me, of course."

Two years later, you're living together in a cozy apartment and you couldn't be happier. Kuroo is everything you could ever ask for--- charismatic, reliable, thoughtful. It was even his idea that the two of you go out for dinner after work every Thursday.

So when that day of the week finally rolls around, you finish your tasks for the day and head over to his nearby office to meet up. You get off the elevator on his floor and make your way down the hallway, noticing his door is open a few inches. You stop once you hear voices inside.

“Isn’t it hard having a partner, though? I mean, always having someone around, not being able to relax and do your own thing.”

The voice is unfamiliar and your head tilts to the side as you listen.

Your boyfriend chuckles, hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck. “I suppose they can be a lot sometimes.” 

Inwardly, Kuroo reflects on your late-night bouts of energy when he’s half asleep, your ramblings about the newest show you’ve been watching (he truly does try his hardest to keep up), your habit of constantly asking him for reassurance even though you’re so far out of his league it’s unreal. 

You can’t see the fond smile that bashfully plays on his lips or hear the thoughts running through his mind. Left with just his words alone, you deflate as you’re overcome by embarrassment. 'Well, he's not wrong,' you think.

“Then what’s the point?” the other person wonders.

You can’t bear to hear Kuroo's answer, so you move away from the door and attempt to swallow the lump in your throat. The fact that you’re about to burst into tears at his work, of all places, is probably why he thinks the way he does. A humorless laugh passes your lips as you berate yourself. You dip into the bathroom and force yourself to take a few deep breaths before anyone can see you.

If only you had waited a few moments longer, you would have heard Kuroo's response. "I figured out pretty quickly they could be a handful sometimes, but it's part of what made me love them, you know?"

"No, gross. Don't go all sappy on me, senpai," the young intern rolls his eyes.

It just makes Kuroo laugh, "you asked! Now get out of my office and go tell them you'd love to get dinner with them tonight."

The intern grumbles as he leaves, but Kuroo doesn't miss the grin tugging at his lips. "After you finish your work for the day, of course," the older man hollers from his seat.

Finally having composed yourself, you exit the bathroom, passing the intern and greeting him politely.

You knock once you reach the door to Kuroo's office and his eyes light up, "hey, sweetheart!"

His tie has already been loosened for the evening and his hair is a bit disheveled.

"Hey, Tetsu," you say sheepishly. Even now, he still makes your stomach flutter.

"I just need a few minutes to finish this up," he informs.

"Sure, take your time!"

You try your best to make your voice sound bright and move to take a seat on the couch that's tucked against the wall. Kuroo returns his attention to the computer, but he quickly realizes you're quiet. Weirdly quiet. He peeks over at you and you're just sitting there on your phone with a blank expression.

The soft clicking of his keyboard stops. He says your name and you hum in acknowledgment. "What's on your mind?"

You glance over to find that he's looking at you, his body leaning over his desk in your direction. The expression he wears is a gentle one. His obvious concern and the fact he's already picked up on your vexation are enough to arouse the emotions you'd hopelessly tried to bury earlier. In an attempt to hide your tears, you avert your eyes. The action immediately has Kuroo rising from his seat.

"Hey, hey, hey," he frets, sitting beside you and putting a hand on your knee. "Look at me, what happened?"

The sight of you like this makes his heart squeeze tightly in his chest and when you finally turn to him, his eyes are burning with worry.

"It's nothing, it's dumb," you dismiss, waving your hand.

"Sweetheart, don't say that. Something's got you all worked up." He brushes your hair behind your ear. "Talk to me."

"I-I'm sorry" you choke out.

"There's no reason to be-"

"I know I can be a lot sometimes," you add, wiping at your nose with your sleeve.

Realization and guilt descend upon him in tandem. "You heard-"

"Only some of it!" you clarify before he finishes, "I-I didn't mean to listen in on you, I just-"

He boops your nose, making your words stop in your throat. "You just didn't stay and listen to the part where I told him you it's what makes me love you so much."

He's got a little grin on his face, refraining (with some difficulty) from calling you a dork.

"You said that?"

He hums, "of course I did."

A moment passes and he can sense you're still feeling unsure of yourself, so he continues. "I can be passive and a bit... emotionally closed off at times. It makes me admire how expressive you are and how strongly you react to things, both good and bad."

Touched by his words, you feel all your anxiety ebb away, replaced by a warm feeling in the center of your chest. "Then you'll be happy to know that is perhaps the sweetest thing anyone has ever said and it makes my heart want to explode."

"Ah, see! There it is!" he beams and stands up, offering you his hand.

Once you rise to your feet, he places a kiss firmly on your temple.

"Alright, the rest of this can wait," he decides as he grabs his bag, turns off his computer, and slips his fingers through your own. "I'm all yours."

[sleepingpillscosmos]

OUR SEMISEMI ; eita semi

pairing: eita semi x fem!reader

warnings: suggestive (?) at some point

wc: 1.2k

requested: no

a/n: hello! this is the first time I write for haikyu, I hope I did a great job. feedbacks are always welcome, and requests are open!

if it's written like this it's a flashback, except for the last line of the fic.

Semi made his way in the boys' locker room to get ready for the evening practice. Most of his teammates were already there, some of them were already changed but waited for the others near the door, after all the coach wasn't there because he was on holiday so there would be only you, their manager, to help, so they could take today's practice easier.

"Hello" semi greeted, walking up to his locker to put his things away. He started to change his pants, putting on some volleyball shorts instead, then he took off his shirt to put on the t-shirt he wore to train. And just as he was about to slide his t-shirt on, Tendō, his fellow teammate, made his way over him.

"Semisemi" Tendō sang, taunting his friend, who just groaned and repeated, for the millionth time, to not call him that.

"I see someone had fun today..." Semi looked at Tendō in confusion, not understanding what he was trying to say. Tendō's words caught the attention of the other people in the looker room, who looked at the two.

Reon was the first to understand what Tendō was talking about and refrained from laughing. Semi glanced at Reon, asking with his eyes for at least a hint on the whole situation. His friend didn't say anything but pointed over his chest. Semi followed his gaze and finally realised. Part of his collarbone and chest was covered in hickeys. The boy felt the blush creeping on his cheeks and slid on his t-shirt to cover up what you did to him earlier.

Semi entered his dorm after taking a shower. His hair was still a little wet, and he was wearing only his sweatpants. He immediately went to his desk and opened his computer to at least try to finish the essay he had due tomorrow. He was so focused that he almost jumped when someone knocked at his door. He got up to open the door, only to find you.

"Hi love." you said in a sweet tone.

"Hi, something's wrong?" he asked, worried that something had happened. He was happy to see you, truly, but you didn't agree to see each other today. Both of you had work to do, you had some homework and he had his essay.

"No, nothing's wrong. I finished my homework and I just wanted to see you. I know you need to work on your essay, but can I stay anyway?" you smiled at Eita, he was always concerned about you, and you really appreciated that. He nodded, moving from the door to let you in his dorm. You visited his dorm quite a few times, you two preferred to pass your time together in a quiet place, where you could stay cuddled all day in bed. He returned to his desk while you made your way to his bed, making yourself comfortable.

After thirty minutes of staying on your phone you were bored, you looked over at Semi and saw that he was still working on his essay. You wanted to feel him, so an idea popped in your head. You quietly got up from his bed and walked up to him. He glanced at you in confusion, turning with his chair. You didn't say anything and sat on his lap, putting your arms around him so that you didn't disturb him. Semi smiled returning to his work, with you on his lap, leaving kisses on his neck, collarbone and naked chest.

He didn't notice that you leaved all this marks on him, and he didn't really care. The problem was that now he had to explain this to his teammates. They didn't know about your relationship, not because you didn't want to tell them, but you both liked the fact that it was something private, so you didn't tell anybody.

"None of your business." Semi simply replied, putting his things away and locking his locker.

"None of my business? I have to know who made all of this to our Semisemi" Tendō responded dropping his arm on his friend's shoulders, trying to tease him. Semi was about to answer back, but the team captain called everyone to start their training.

You were already in the gym when all the boys made their way into it to start their practice, you already filled their bottles and took the balls. After their usual laps and warm up, they started to train the aim of their serves.

Tendō approached you and you handled him his water. While he was drinking you scratched your collarbone, revealing your bruised skin under you t-shirt

"What's there?" Tendō smirked at you.

"What?" you asked, you didn't realise you just showed a hickey from about two days ago. But when Tendō pointed just below your neck, you understood and immediately blushed.

"I missed you" Semi whispered in between kisses. You two were in his dorm on his bed, his back leaning against the wall and you were sat on his lap, with your arms wrapped around his neck.

"We saw each other this morning at practice" you smirked.

"Yes, but it's all week that I see you only at practice or in the halls" he kept kissing you.

"Well, then we should make up for the lost time" you said grinning, feeling Semi mirroring your expression on your lips. You kept kissing, the kiss deepening as the seconds passed, only parting to let each of you take off your shirts. His kisses moved down your jaw and neck, only to get back to you lips. You were about to get free of your last pieces of clothing when Semi's phone rang.

"Sorry" he mumbled, receiving an reassuring smile from you.

"What do you want Tendō?" Semi answered the call moving his free hand up and down your thigh and you scoffed, obviously it was him. You couldn't hear what he was saying, so you waited for the call to end to ask your boyfriend.

"So?"

"He wants to know if we want to go to the convenience store with him, he said that he already asked the others and they all said no" he explained, you both agreed to go with him, even if he was annoying and interrupted you, he was still your friend.

You put your shirts back, share another kiss and leave Semi's dorm.

"Nothing" you quickly responded.

"Mhmh, how curious, Semi too was full of hickeys" you eyes widened and you felt your cheeks burning.

Suddenly, realisation hit Tendō.

"OUR SEMISEMI... WITH OUR Y/N?!" the redhead screamed at the top of his lungs, catching everyone's attention. All the team was shocked, and Semi covered his face with his hands from embarrassment.

Why did Tendō have to be so loud?

[midnightlee25]

Yandere Reactions: Their darlings getting bullied

Asahi Azumane: 

He had never felt this type of rage before and honestly it did scare him a bit. 

But fear wasn't the thing on his mind at the moment, protecting his darling was. 

No matter how little it may seem if anyone was to treat them badly in any way, he will make it stop at that moment.  

The more upset they are the worse it will be for them. 

There will be no doubt that the persecutor/s  will be taken care of immediately. How harsh it will be depends on how harsh they were. 

[classyinnie]

loving him is like...

彡 sugawara koshi, kageyama tobio ; [gn!reader]

genre: cavity inducing fluff

notes: this is what happens when I give my touch starved self a pen. It will write to its heart content and there is no guarantee that it will not be sappy.

➶ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ² ⁽ᵏⁱᵗᵃ⁻ⁿⁱˢʰⁱⁿᵒʸᵃ⁾

━━ sugawara koshi; 

Loving Sugawara is like a breeze of cool air on a scorching hot day. It’s like a fulfilling bite of chocolate parfait on a lovely afternoon. It’s whipped cream-covered hands and flour-covered faces. It's filled with addicting touches that you can’t get enough of. If loving Sugawara was candy, it would be the sweetest kind. The one that leaves you craving for more despite the toothaches you're bound to get afterward. 

Sugawara makes loving so easy...

A squeal left your lips as you felt a pair of flour-covered hands grab your face. The action was gentle, almost feather-light, but the suddenness had you clutching your chest. “Don’t do that.” You laughed nonetheless.

“I love you so much.” He says with so much adoration in his voice, sweetness that you could almost taste on your lips.

The sheer randomness of the situation made you giggle. “All of a sudden?”

“Yeah.” He sounded almost out of breath. “Just felt this sudden urge to say it.”

See, loving Sugawara was like a breath of fresh air. It won’t sweep you off your feet but ground you amid any chaotic situation. In your case now, the cluttered kitchen.

You leaned further in his palm and placed your hands on top of his hand. “Love you too.”

He plant a kiss on your forehead and lets you go. He continues piping different flowers on the cookies you baked – no sign of the sudden action earlier but a refreshed smile playing on his lips. He bumps you with his hip, “Have I ever told you how much my students love listening when I talk about you?”

Loving Sugawara is so damn easy; it's almost like breathing.

━━ kageyama tobio;

Loving Kageyama is like finding the last piece of your favorite drink in the fridge. The feeling of relief that comes after long study hours. It’s reassurances through shared kisses on the places where it hurts. A much-needed shoulder to lean on after a long day. Mundane chores turned into acts of love and care because for him ‘actions speak louder than words.’

The sound of the fizzing bubbles and the smell of cherry-scented shampoo was almost enough to lull you to sleep. Skillful hands gently massage the shampoo on your scalp. The weight of the long day finally hit you at this point. You felt tired, so depleted that whatever burdens of the day seemed to double. The thought pushed you deeper into the tub as if it were physically affecting you. 

However, the warmth of the person sitting on the edge of the tub drew you back to the present.

“Hey…” You slowly turned to him, “Thank you for this. You didn’t have to.”

“But I want to. Now turn around, I’m not yet done.” He twirls his finger in emphasis before returning to massaging your hair. You fight the urge to close your eyes and relish in the comfortable silence.

Kageyama seems to notice this because he says, “If you want to rest for a while, you can. I’ll just wake you up when I need to rinse your hair.”

You responded with nothing more than a hum before finally succumbing to the darkness – feeling safe in the arms of home.

Loving Kageyama is a tender reminder of the relief that awaits after the unforgiving grasps of exhaustion.