[angst/comfort. gn!reader.] [note: go read similar thing by @lilies-and-rosies]
BOKUTO KOTARO — wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you closely into his embrace. you were slightly taken off guard but you complied, feeling his chin on the top of your head. “i miss you a lot sometimes,” he said quietly. “even if it’s only been a few hours.” you hummed into his warm chest to indicate you feel that way too, and you let him hold you.
TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE — reached out to you — you didn’t realize he had been planning to hug you until he’d pulled you all the way into his embrace. “i love you so much. how are you… how are you real?” you could feel him gently burrowing his face into your neck and you tightened your arms around his back. you wanted to tell him that you were real and that you loved him back with everything you had, but it felt like the best way to do that was to just stay right there in his arms.
SUGAWARA KOUSHI — was hiding his tears from you, hooking his chin over your shoulder. you felt him take a shaky breath — his chest was against you, so it was hard to miss — and then he said, “i’m sorry i can’t be good enough for you.” you could feel tears in your own eyes as you assured him that he was good enough — that you didn’t expect him to be perfect, that you couldn’t ask for more from him. his arms around yours tightened and he thanked you for everything.
OIKAWA TOORU — couldn’t kiss you anymore. his lips were quivering and he didn’t want you to notice, so he brushed his mouth down your cheek and squeezed you into his arms. he sniffled and you knew what it meant. “i love you. you know that, right?” you said, and you received no response except a quiet gasp and a firmer hold into your body. you knew things could get hard for him — but you wanted to be there every step of the way.
SAKUSA KIYOOMI — was never the biggest fan of physical touch, but he felt like his words weren’t enough right now. you appeared to be almost defensive at first, unsure of why he was coming towards you, but you melted instantly once you figured it out. he ran his hands up and down your back, forgetting everything but the feeling of you in his arms. he’d missed this.
IWAIZUMI HAJIME — seemed mad. you had told him he shouldn’t have worried, that you could take care of yourself, but from the way he pulled you tightly into his chest and kissed the top of your head several times, it was clear that he hadn’t managed to do as you said. “you can’t just disappear like that,” he said. “what if something happened?” you assured him that no matter what, you’d always come back to him, and he didn’t have to worry. “i don’t want to lose you,” he whispered.
USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI — usually asked if it was okay to touch you, but today he embraced you out of the blue. it wasn’t uncomfortable — only strange, because he was usually so predictable. something must be going on, from what you could tell by the way his hands strongly held your back and he kissed your cheek and nose and the top of your head and his breathing was deep. you could even feel his heart beating much faster than normal. “i love you, y/n,” he murmured. you didn’t know what to say, but whatever was happening, you would stand by him in every way you could.
Love knows not its depth (until the hour of separation)
pairing: Kuroo x f! reader
genre: angst / fluff, post timeskip!
warnings: a tiny smudge of suggestive content
wc: 4.9k
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a/n: this is my rendition of a grown up Kuroo. life has been a little hectic for me recently, so i’m only getting around to posting it now. pls be kind and i hope y’all love it <3
“I need a break.”
Kuroo continues to snore. You are unsurprised he doesn’t hear you. After all, he came home glassy eyed, smelling strongly of alcohol after yet another night of drinks with his boss before quickly falling asleep in bed. It’s what he does most weekday nights, leaving you alone at home to manage your two daughters and tuck them into bed.
“I’m tired, Tetsuro.”
You are too tired to even tell him how you feel. You have a career of your own, two daughters to raise, a never ending list of chores and errands that must be done. You are a mother, a wife, a career woman. You have so many roles to play yet there is no space for you.
You must do something, anything or risk your heart imploding in your very chest.
You cannot survive that.
The next morning, you call your boss, ask for a day off. Then you pack your girls off to your mother’s place with two little suitcases with toys and clothes enough for a long weekend before you take the train to Hakone, check yourself into the ryokan with a view of Mt. Fuji that you spent your honeymoon at - except this time, you’re alone (but then again, you’ve been lonely for so long, you hardly notice the difference anymore).
You dip yourself into the hot waters of the onsens, watch bamboo sway in the breeze. It’s been at least a year since you’ve been even able to take a bath uninterrupted. There’s always something - Aiko needing help with her homework, Fumiko whining for another piece of mochi, your boss calling to chase for yet another report, so all you’ve ever had time for is a hurried shower before placating your daughters or seating yourself in front of your laptop to deal with your boss.
Finally, you’ve stolen a day to yourself. It’s absolute bliss.
The water is kind to you. Its heat soothes your aching muscles, the rising steam steadies your breath. You walk out of the baths feeling refreshed, renewed, but when you enter your room you find Kuroo Tetsuro waiting for you.
“I’ve been calling your phone all afternoon”, he says, face pinched. “I was worried.”
“Were you?” you say before you can stop yourself. “Really?”
“Of course”, he says, uncrossing his legs to stand. “You’re my wife and the mother of my children, of course I care.”
Wife. Mother. Employee.
The roles that life has handed you haunts you again. There is no escape for you.
Your skin suddenly feels as if it’s stretched too tight over your frame. Your bones rattle, brittle. They threaten to break if you take another breath. Yet you laugh and laugh and laugh, the sound spilling from your lips filling the room, suffocating the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.
“If you really cared, you would have noticed that your wife is broken”, you tell him between bouts of laughter. “I tried fixing myself with a break but you can’t even give me that.”
Kuroo stares at you, equal parts horrified and confused. He takes a hesitant step forward towards you before thinking the better of it, swerving over to the kettle instead, clutching it as if it holds the cure to your madness.
“Calm down”, he says, “take a seat”, and you do. He offers you a cup of tea. You accept it, even though you’re still shaking from the aftershock of your laughter. “Drink”, he says, and you bring the cup to your lips, though you wonder absently why you taste salt in the bitter tea.
“Tell me what’s wrong”, he begs. “Tell me what I can do to fix you.”
You want to tell him that you’re not strong enough to do what’s expected of you. You want to tell him that you’re drowning from the weight of being his wife, the mother of his kids, from being a working woman that he can be proud of. You want to tell him that you understand his career is important, but so is yours, and you can’t carry the weight of the world alone.
But that would take too many words, and you are far, far too tired for that.
So you say blankly - “I can’t do this anymore, Tetsuro.”
His face falls.
You should remember that Kuroo Tetsuro, first and foremost, is a child scarred by his parents’ divorce. You should remember that you made promises that you and he would never put your daughters through that. But you’ve floated beyond hysteria into a grey indifference, your mind too broken, too tired, too numb to consider him when you can barely even hold on to yourself.
You don’t even notice the hot tears soaking through your yukata. You are deaf to his pleas to give him another chance. There is nothing left in you to give because you’ve poured all you’ve had into him, into your family, into your job. You are so, so empty, and you just sit and sip your tea and wonder idly if the warmth from the liquid you’re ingesting will make you feel a little more alive, or if it’s possible to ease the dull ache in your heart.
It is only when you wake up the next day and the sun is high in the sky that you register that he rolled out your futon for you, tucked you into bed, and kissed your forehead as a goodnight and goodbye. But all of this is washed away by the relief you feel when you read the note he’s left behind telling you that he’s returned to Tokyo, and to enjoy your break.
So you do.
You relish every bite of the meals you have at the ryokan. It’s nice not having to cook or scarf down your food at your office desk for once. You fill your time flitting between the onsens and curling up in your room with a book, taking frequent cat naps until tomorrow comes around again and it’s time to check out and head home.
There’s a brief moment of surprise when the reception informs you politely that your husband already paid your bill - but you suppose that’s just Tetsuro being efficient at racking up credit card points. The bullet train takes you back to Tokyo, and a couple stops on the subway takes you home.
“Okaeri”, you call softly out of habit, not expecting anyone to respond, but Kuroo responds with an even softer ‘Tadaima’, striding over to take your bags from you and usher you into the apartment. There are pink roses sitting in a vase, but you pay it no mind.
“The girls?” you ask, already headed in the direction of their room.
“I picked them up from your mom”, Kuroo responds. “Don’t wake them up, I just put them to bed”.
A peek into their room and it settles your mind to see that your girls are safe and sound asleep.
“Thanks,” you say, back in the kitchen, checking the fridge for what you can whip up for breakfast for you and the girls tomorrow. “By the way, I’ll pay you back for the hotel room from my own money, don’t worry.”
“It’s fine”, Kuroo answers, scratching his head. His hair seems a little more rumpled than usual. “I’ll cover it. I should’ve realised you needed a break.”
“You sure? You don’t have to pay for me, I’ve got money of my own.”
“No, let me pay for it, please. It’s the least I can do.”
You shrug. “Okay”, you say gracelessly. “Thank you.”
He continues to watch you over the kitchen counter as you lay out bread, eggs, ham, cheese. It’ll do for a quick breakfast for the girls tomorrow, never mind the guilt eating away at you that you really should do better than feeding them processed food all the time. You’re so preoccupied with planning the morning rush, the best way to clear the stack of reports that must have piled up on your desk at work by now that you miss Kuroo rounding the counter to stare down at you worriedly.
“You haven’t had dinner?”
“Oh no, I had a bento on the train on the way back.” It’s second nature to you to brush away anyone’s concern. “It’s for the girls’ breakfast.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take them to childcare before work tomorrow. Sleep in and take a break.”
“Really?” You stare back at him, confused. He doesn't even take charge of the girls in the mornings when you’re sick, your mother always has to fill in your place. He only ever turns up on the first day of school each year.
“Yes, of course. In fact, I’ve rearranged my work schedule so I can take them to school all of this week at least.”
“Oh”, you say, brows furrowed in confusion. “Okay, I guess. Wake me up if you need my help.”
“I won’t”, he replies, with a cocky smirk that seems almost false. “Goodnight, love.”
You don’t think of Kuroo’s strange behaviour overmuch, falling asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.
Kuroo continues to act strangely all of next week.
As promised, he takes charge of getting the girls out of bed and ready for school. But you’re taken aback when he starts coming home for dinner, completely floored when he hands you a whole armful of bath salts and orders you to take a relaxing, hot bath while he wrangles both the girls and the washing machine into submission.
He even calls your mother to ask her to babysit on a Saturday evening so he can take you out for dinner at a fancy restaurant that serves foam instead of food. You manage to stumble through conversation with him - a commendable effort, since it’s been so long since you’ve even held a proper conversation with him besides snatches of discussion about the girls.
At least until he states during dessert - “we can make it work if you want to quit your job and stay home full time with the children.”
The mousse on your spoon melts by the time you put it down on your plate.
“Did the guys at work tell you it’s easier to have a housewife instead of a working wife? Are you saying this because you don’t think I’m a good enough mother to our girls? Is that what this is about?”
Kuroo shakes his head frantically, reaches across the table for your hand, but you yank it away with a glare. The extra rest you’ve gotten this week has injected a little more fight in you.
“I try my best to be a good wife and mother, but I’m sorry I can’t be perfect and be there for you and the girls 24/7.” You press down on the sliver of cake with a vengeance. Clink! goes the flat of your spoon against the porcelain plate. “I’m sorry for being selfish, but I don’t want to be reliant on you.”
You regret your harsh words when Kuroo slumps back into his chair, murmuring “I just wanted you to be happy. Forget I ever said that.”
He pays the bill and you walk home in silence. He bids you goodnight with a crumpled smile.
It finally clicks when you are startled awake by Kuroo’s shout of alarm.
You roll over, grabbing his shoulder to shake him awake from the nightmare that has him in its grip. His eyes jolt open, and the sight of your face makes him sink back into the pillow with a sigh of relief.
“Thank the gods you haven’t left.”
“Why would I leave? This is my home, isn’t it?” You mumble, turning your back to him again.
You feel the bed shift as Kuroo sits up.
“No”, he rasps, voice rough with sleep. “I was afraid you left me”.
Oh. So that’s what all of this is about.
You must stay quiet for far too long, because he gingerly crawls over to you.
“Dearest”, he says, your heart suddenly aching because you don’t remember the last time you heard him use that pet name with any amount of affection. “Darling”, he tries again, pawing at your back. You shut your eyes resolutely and refuse to turn to face him.
He doesn’t give up, even though the distance between you seems to yawn wide and wider with each passing second.
“Are you?” he asks, his words small, shrunken in the still, dark room. “Going to leave me, I mean.”
No, you’re about to say, the word balancing at the tip of your tongue but it feels wrong. Your break has given you the space to breathe, the time to think. It’s made you realise what you’ve said to him in the ryokan that night remains true.
This week has shown you that Kuroo can do better as a husband, as a father if he wants to. But he’s poisoned your marriage with neglect, forced you to dress up your sadness in silence, allowed your resentment to fester and simmer into frigid indifference. If you reassure him that you aren’t going to leave him, it’s only because you’re too tired to, not because you actually love him anymore.
“I don’t know, Tetsuro. Our daughters deserve to grow up with both their parents, but I’m not sure I want them to learn from my example that it’s okay to shoulder the weight of marriage, parenthood and a full time job all by themselves. Your dreams and career are important, I know, but I’m just so tired of being alone in this marriage when it was always supposed to be a partnership between me and you.”
You hear him choke back a sob. You should comfort him, but the exhaustion you feel at being honest with him, with yourself, weighs your bones down, forces you to sink further down into your mattress.
“I’m sorry”, he finally says.
“I’m tired, Tetsuro”, you whisper brokenly, clutching the blankets to your chin. “I think I deserve better.”
“I know. I’ll make it better, I promise.”
You want to ask him how, but your eyelids grow heavy, and you allow yourself to submerge into slumber.
You’re not sure what to expect, but the ground beneath your feet shifts. Things start to change.
Kuroo continues to take your daughters to childcare in the morning on the way to work as he did last week. That very weekend, he straps Fumiko to his chest, takes Aiko by her hand, and within an hour at the department store aided by a flash of his credit card, he purchases a dishwasher and robot vacuum for the house. He loads the dishes without you asking, runs the robot vacuum remotely once a day. It buys you time to breathe, a little more time to sleep.
He doesn’t always make it home in time for dinner, but he tries his best to rush home so he can read the girls a bedtime story and tuck them into bed.
“Dada”, Fumiko lisps, chubby fists wound around Kuroo’s tie. ‘I wanna hear another princess story!”
“No Fumiko! Papa promised to tell us how he met mama!” Aiko prods Kuroo’s side with the wooden doll Yaku sent from Russia that you know he abhors. ‘Keep your promises, papa!”
“Alright, settle down you monsters. I’ll tell you two stories if you promise to go to sleep right after that.” The girls cheer. “Now. Let’s see. A long, long time ago, your papa met your mama when she decided to beat him up because she thought he was trying to steal her food.”
“You were trying to steal my food”, you interrupt, leaning against the doorway amused. “You didn’t stop til I stabbed you with my fork.”
He glances up, surprised when you sit beside him on the bed. Then he grins.
“You left it on the table, dearest. What was a guy supposed to think?”
“Mama, please let dada tell the story”, Aiko interjects with a huff.
“Hurry up, dada! I want the princess story next!” Fumiko pulls at her silly dada’s shirt, pouting.
You both laugh. There’s a soft smile playing on his lips when his eyes meet yours.
Travelling all around Japan is still part of his job as a marketing director of the Japanese Volleyball Association. But now Kuroo pares it down to the bare minimum, makes sure he’s always back by the weekend at the very least to sweep the girls in his arms and shoo you off for a break of afternoon tea with your friends or shopping with your mom.
“Will you be ok when I’m gone?”
You hand him his suitcase, a flask of his favourite tea. “I’ve always managed fine. Nothing’s changed.”
He bends down to kiss Aiko on her forehead, pinch Fumiko’s cheek playfully.
“Yes. Well. I’ll come home soon”, he says, quietly. You startle slightly as he brushes his thumb over your wrist, lets it drift over your pulse point. “Please wait for me.”
You glance up at him from beneath your lashes. “I’ll see you soon then”, you reply. His smile widens, his eyes are hopeful, bright.
On the weekends, he stops flitting off for work functions and events. Instead, now he joins you for lunches at the kaiten zushi near your house, indulging the girls by ordering yet another plate of sushi just so Aiko has another chance to win a toy from the gachapon and Fumiko has another chance at feeling grown up when she lifts the plate from the conveyor belt. He stops ducking out from dinners at the grandparents’ place - both his and yours. Your mom stops giving him dirty looks when he actually turns up more than three times in a row with sake in hand.
Once every so often, he even throws little parties for your family of four, going so far as to buy a frilly pink apron that makes your daughters giggle when he whips it out for the first time. After a few mishaps (and a number of frantic calls to Fukunaga), he masters how to make takoyaki and okonomiyaki, and in the colder months, he makes steaming pots of nabe and shabu shabu.
“Itadakimasu” you murmur, and the girls follow suit. “It tastes good”, you say.
He ducks his head bashfully, pink dusting the column of his neck.
“Thank you”, he replies. “That means a lot, coming from you.”
You start to savour the bubbles of happiness in your chest when you see how your daughters’ eyes shine when they see their papa whip out the pink apron. You learn to laugh when you hear the pitter patter of little feet, their delighted squeals and shrieks when they tell you the latest exploits their silly papa is cooking up - sparklers under the stars one weekend, a nerf gun fight, the next.
The weight on your shoulders grows lighter and lighter until one day you hardly notice it at all.
“What’s wrong?” you frown at the sight of your husband dashing out of your bedroom, hair a frazzled mess.
He whips around at the sound of your voice. “Oh. Oh.” He approaches you, slowly, carefully. “You’re still here.”
Your frown deepens. “My boss called and asked me to send out an urgent email. I was just about to go back to bed. Tetsuro, is everything alright?”
He nods. “It’s fine - I just... I just woke up and thought you were gone.”
You take a closer look. It’s dark, but the shadows of the night fail to hide the purple smudges beneath his eyes, the fine lines carved into his brow. His shoulders are bowed, his lips downturned and he looks broken, battered.
Your heart hurts for him.
“I’m here”, you say, beckoning him towards you. Physical affection has been scarce between you two for so, so long but he looks so distraught it’s only natural to pull him close, let him rest his head on your lap. “I’m here, Tetsuro. I’m not about to run off into the night – you know I don’t like the cold.”
He doesn’t laugh at your feeble joke. “Are you happier now? Are things better for you?”
“Yes”, you say firmly, combing your fingers through his hair, rubbing circles along his back. “Thank you, Tetsuro. I appreciate it. I really do.”
You can feel him sag in relief.
“You don’t have to work yourself to the bone for me. That’s – that’s never what I was asking for. If you’re tired, you need to take a break.”
He shakes his head stubbornly. “I’m fine. I can bear it as long as you don’t leave me.”
“Tetsuro –“
He sits up abruptly, takes your hands in his.
“Promise you won’t leave me”, he begs, head bowed. “I know I’ve been a shit husband to you for so long. It’s no excuse, but I thought - ” he swallows heavily, waits until his voice stops wavering. “I thought we were ok, ‘cos we didn’t fight, not like my parents did before – before my mother left.”
“I was too tired to fight with you”, you say simply.
He nods once, jerkily. “I know – I know that now. When you disappeared that day, I didn’t know what to do. I went to your mom’s place and she reamed me out, screamed at me in front of the neighbours. I took the kids back, and it made me realise how fucking hard it was for you to do it all alone.” He inhales, closing his eyes as if the memory aches. “I know it’s late but I’ve changed, I swear. The girls need you. I need you. I’ll do anything as long as you stay.”
His fingers are freezing, but you do not pull away. Not when the desperation reflected in his irises makes your heart lurch in pain.
“It was hard”, you confess, and he shudders, struck in the chest by your honesty. “It was so hard, Tetsuro. You hurt me so damn much that I think I became numb to the pain. I don’t think I was really functioning for a while. For a long while.”
“I’m sorry”, he whispers, and you nod shakily.
“I know”, you reply, reaching out a hand to cup his face, a bittersweet twist to your lips as he melts into your touch. “That’s a chapter of my life, of our marriage that can’t be re-written. We can’t rewind that. But the past few months have been so different. I – you’ve shown me you’ve changed. And I think –“
You fall silent.
He prompts you. “Dearest?”
You recall the glimmer of light in your daughters’ eyes every morning when he takes their hands to walks them to school. You hear the echoes of their laughter, the lilt in their sweet voices every night when they welcome him home. You think of the tea parties he throws, the blanket forts he builds, the frilly pink apron he wears without shame and the bedtime stories he weaves every night.
“I think”, you say, with a smile that reminds him of the rising sun. “I think we can make this work again.”
He stares at you until the weight of your words dawns upon him, and he surges forward to fold you into his arms.
“Thank you”, he whispers into the shell of your ear. “I won’t fuck this up again, I promise.”
“Don’t thank me, you silly man”, you nuzzle into his neck sleepily, draping your arms around his waist. “Thank yourself for making me believe in you.”
He laughs wetly, cradling you close as you fall asleep against his chest, soothed by his heartbeat and the tenderness in his gaze.
Fumiko wakes you up unceremoniously before the sun even rises by climbing into your lap, and you open your eyes to Aiko pouting, hands on hips, demanding to know what’s for breakfast, and dada, dada, make a ham sandwich, pretty please with a cherry on the top.
“You guys are little monsters”, Kuroo teases with dancing eyes. “Can’t even give your papa a break to snuggle up to your mama.”
The girls shriek in dismay. “Don’t be mean”, you admonish him gently.
He mock sniffs. “I’m cranky in the mornings unless I get a morning kiss.”
Aiko and Fumiko crowd the sofa, clamouring to give their papa a kiss, but he stalls them with an imperious wave of his hand.
“This morning, only a kiss from your mama can chase my crankiness away”. His tone is teasing, but his shoulders remain tense.
“Nonsense. You make it sound as if kisses contain caffeine”, you scold, swatting his arm lightly as the girls giggle.
“Yours do!” he protests, and you roll your eyes as you press your lips to the corner of his lips, laughing when he puffs out his chest and declares his day can now start, that everything’ll be as right as rain.
Some days are full of sunshine, whilst others are full of rain. That’s life – but it’s bearable, enjoyable even, now that you and Kuroo face each day together, thanking the sun when it shines, and splashing through puddles on rainy days.
Things recalibrate.
The mornings are his domain now – he’s a master at concocting the most random breakfast items to satisfy your finnicky daughters. Aiko sniffs when she informs you that she’d prefer her papa to braid her hair, thank you very much, and when you shoot a look of death at Kuroo, he can’t even keep his face straight, his trademark hyena laugh erupting from his chest.
You cook dinner in the evenings, appreciating the times when he can join you at the table, not counting the nights he can’t against him because you know he’s trying his best. The girls clamour for his stories every night, laughing when he teasingly scolds them for yanking on his tie, demanding goodnight kisses from both him and you.
Now you force Kuroo to take some time to himself, shoo him off for lunches with Kenma, get-togethers with his Nekoma schoolmates. “I know you can manage it”, you tell him archly, “but you need breaks so you don’t burn out, or worse – you’ll lose your hair and we don’t want that”. When he opens and closes his mouth without a smart retort, you smirk. You get your way.
Both of you organise parties and playdates, inviting your shared friends – Kenma, of course, is a frequent guest, Bokuto, who brings along Akaashi and his sweet tempered little son (who Aiko always manages to pick a fight with, much to Kuroo’s amusement). You host Kai, who always brings offerings of flowers from his garden, Yaku, when he’s in town with his daughter, son and alarmingly fat cat. The adults congregate in the kitchen with food and alcohol, cracking good natured jokes at Kuroo and his frilly pink apron, watching the children cause a ruckus in the living room.
But you cherish the quiet moments you share with Kuroo at night when the children are asleep in bed. The chats you have whilst soaking in a hot bath about your day at work, the snippets of stories he shares about his boss, his crazy colleagues, the warmth of his arm around you as you stay up to clear emails late into the night, the heated kisses he presses to the nape of your neck to distract you when he thinks you’re working too hard.
It’s a good life. You’re happy, and so is he.
A year slips by.
The seasons come full circle. You return to the ryokan, finding peace in soaking yourself in steaming pools, watching the bamboo sway, the sun rise over Mt. Fuji. But this time, you’re not alone. You persuade Kuroo that he, too, needs a break - deserves one, truly. So you leave the girls with your mother and take the bullet train down to Hakone.
He shoots you a smirk as you both emerge from the private bath he’d insisted on booking. You swat at him, pulling your yukata higher up your neck, scowling as he winds an arm around your waist to press you into his side.
“You couldn’t wait til we got back to our room?” you hiss at him.
He chuckles lowly in response. “Didn’t hear you complaining”, he retorts.
“We were in an onsen, Tetsuro!”
“A private one”, he says with a waggle of his eyebrows, laughing aloud when you try and fail to slap your hand over his mouth. “What d’you think I was going to do with my lovely wife? I’m not a monk, sweetheart”
You try your best to shush him, but his cackling manages to capture the attention of everyone in the lift.
“What a happy couple”, an old lady remarks, within your earshot. “They must be newly married”
You think she must be a little senile. Or a little blind.
Neither of you are in your first flush of youth anymore - there are streaks of grey in Tetsuro’s mop of hair, extra weight in your hips and lines in your faces. No one could conceivably mistake you for a pair of newlyweds.
“Nah”, Kuroo drawls easily into your ear. “Just your regular old, married couple.”
You don’t speak until you’re safely in your room.
“A regular, old, happily married couple”, you say, as he hands you a cup of tea. “That obaa-san got that part right at least.”
Kuroo chokes on the lump of emotion in his throat as you serenely sip your tea.
The tea tastes bitter (as it always does), but the kisses that follow are so very, very sweet.
fic notes : timeskip!kuroo, ushijima, oikawa + gn!reader, pure fluff, headcanons, wc: ~0.35k each
contains : mentions of food, swearing
from elle ! i’m not even joking when i say grocery dates are one of my ideal dates :<< there’s just something so domestic and comforting about them idk?? just the idea of buying things together for your home ugh !! this and like assembling furniture + decorating (which now that i mention it, i might make hcs for too) just lives in my head rent free :(( i have not been able to escape yesterday’s domestic brainrot it seems ;-;
➹ kuroo t.
i just know this mf sneaks things into the cart when you’re not looking >:( and he’s good at it too !! you don’t even notice until checkout or when you get home and at that point you’re kind of impressed so you can’t be too mad.
sometimes you wonder why you take him on these grocery shopping trips but then you remember,, height ; ask him to reach anything from the top shelves please it makes him feel nice when you ask for help even if he’s a lil shit about it sometimes
king of cheesy food related pick up lines !! you’re convinced he actually looks up a few before your little trips
you’re in the produce section when kuroo calls out your name, “hey yn!”
“what is it tetsu?” you sigh, knowing exactly where this was headed.
“i love you from my head tomatoes.” kuroo grins, holding up a couple of tomatoes to your face.
give him a lil peck on the cheek and his face will match the tomatoes >:)
gets super excited when you walk down the pets section/aisle
“any reason why you’re staring at dog food? you know we can’t eat that right, tetsu?”
“i’m just saying, no harm in getting a little friend.”
“we’re gone most of the day for work, who’s going to take care of it?”
“…the ghosts in our apartment?”
pats your head when you find a good deal on something ;-; like he’s actually so proud that you’re saving money ??
making fun of weird brand names !!! please your laughter can be heard from three aisles down sigh
holds your hand the entire time !! you better practice grabbing items with just one hand because he’s not letting you go asdfgh
stares at you constantly,, you’d be looking at two different cans of soup and to him it’s the most interesting sight in the world because wow have you always been this adorable?
you carry an equal amount of grocery bags, but he lets you have the lightest ones so he can show off how strong he is ;-; you try to make it a one trip thing as much as possible though.
➹ ushijima w.
okay first of all, why does he strike me as the type to shop at those super expensive, mostly organic grocery stores (yk the ones)
has one of those loyalty / points cards,, makes sure you don’t leave your place without it !! he will turn the car around even if you’re already in the parking lot when you realize that you had forgotten it at home >:(
if you have a list, don’t expect on buying items that aren’t on it ; will give you the look™ if he sees you eyeing something up that you have no original intentions of buying / isn’t on the list
hit him with the 🥺 and maybe he’ll reconsider
“do we really need a bag of extra large marshmallows, yn?”
“we have graham crackers and chocolate, we can make s’mores!”
“…”
“please?”
“fine.”
ushijima’s the one to push the cart and you kind of just present him with the items that you needed to buy, don’t ask to ride the cart he will say no:<<
“come on toshi, just for a few seconds?”
“isn’t that for little kids, yn?
he’s actually just afraid of his own strength and fears that you’ll crash into a display or something awe :’(
also he strikes me as the insanely loyal to one particular brand and if you buy anything else he looks at you all confused like ???
but ushijima is honestly such a sweetheart though, constantly asking you if you’re tired from all the walking around and constantly assuring you that it won’t take any longer, that you only had a few more aisles to go. <3
sometime he cracks a small blink-and-you’ll-miss-it smile when you’re down in the dessert aisle because your eyes really just lit up and woah he loves you a lot doesn’t he? fine, you can get an extra tub of ice cream
the journey from your car to the apartment is just one quick trip because he can carry all those plastic bags on his own. we stan a strong boy, won’t let you lift a single finger he also pretty much considers it as a workout >:)
➹ oikawa t.
you think getting groceries will take an hour maybe two tops?? nope, not with oikawa. four hours is the minimum.
he takes his self-care shopping very seriously okay ?? genuinely reads everything on the labels and thoughtfully weighing out the pros and cons of every single product.
you lose him in the toiletries section ; he’s on a quest to find the best smelling body wash and who were you to stop him from doing so,, you kind of get to benefit from it too ???
“he’s a grown man, he can find his way back.” you mutter to yourself, noticing that he was no longer trailing behind you.
“f/n l/n, please come to the customer service center, your child is here.”
“but i don’t have a child???”
oh no…he wouldn’t…
oh, yes, he would. you’ll see oikawa with a pout on his lips and his arms crossed over his chest. “you left me…”
don’t worry, he’s not actually upset, he’s just messing with you grrr >:( the people at customer service had to keep from laughing when making the announcement,, he sends them a lil wink when you come to pick him up ugh get your mans already
easily swayed by nice packaging when it comes to food !! you threatened to have him blindfolded once because of this and he just wiggled his brows at you.
and if you ever come across a product he endorses… good luck :<<
“baby! we have to buy this!!”
“and why is that, tooru?”
“it has my signature on the box, look!!”
“don’t they send twenty of these to our house every month?”
he really wants to ride the cart, but the pr team wouldn’t like that so he settles on offering to push you instead… and please do, it would make him so so happy all his fans go soft over it too because awe !!! <33
in terms of how many trips it takes to get all your groceries inside: multiple. he’s not breaking his arms carrying all those bags at the same time and you insist on carrying a few as well,, oikawa sees it as an extension of your date so he does it with a smile <3
pairing: established poly!oikawa x gn!reader x iwaizumi
genre: fluff that will rot your teeth out
words: 1.5k
summary: mornings aren’t your favorite, but the two of them make it better
masterlist here
it was too bright, the sunlight hit you directly in the face, and you wanted to snuff it out. who forgot to close the curtains last night? you would have to chew one of them out later, but you were too tired to even think about it right now. you lay against oikawa’s side, his skin warm against your cheek and his arm positioned beneath your head. the hot weight atop your chest was iwaizumi, his chest flush against yours and arms wrapped tightly around your waist. his hair tickled your chin, and your legs were tangled in the sheets with both of theirs.
waking up like this wasn’t so bad, wrapped up and safe in the arms of your lovers. you just wished the sun didn’t insist on ruining your sweet sleep. you tried your best to return to the land of dreams, but no matter how hard you tried, you were too focused on the way iwaizumi’s fingers felt splayed against your back, or the way oikawa breathed in deep, slow breaths. giving in to wakefulness, you cracked open your eyes, squinting at the bright light of late morning.
you tried not to move too fast so as not to wake the men beside and on top of you, but you allowed yourself to look up at oikawa’s sleeping face. his eyes were soft, hair uncharacteristically tousled and his face smoothed by his unconscious state. your hand came up to his clothed hip to rub small circles against the soft fabric of his pajama pants. you watched his chest as it rose and fell in a lulling rhythm, and you turned your head slightly to press a gentle kiss to his skin before turning to the man atop you.
he had a rough day yesterday, one of his athletes had gotten hurt and he accompanied them to the hospital. so when he came home, he was bone tired, a bit cranky, and as tense as a steel pole. all signs of that tension were gone now, the lines of his normally tense back made soft by sleep. you ran your fingers along his spine, the contact raising unconscious goosebumps along his skin.
you stayed like this for several minutes, reveling in the peace brought on by the sound of their breathing and the feeling of their bodies against yours. after a little while, you heard oikawa’s breathing pick up as he woke. you looked up at him and watched his body shuffle around, wanting to be the first thing he would see when he opened his eyes.
and you were. his chocolate eyes cracked open, focusing after a moment on the person against him. a smile cut his features, soft as a feather and a million times more beautiful. “what a beautiful thing to wake up to,” he whispered, hand coming up to rub the sleep from his eyes. “my two favorite people in the whole world, right there next to me.”
you let out a small chuckle through your nose, your hand continuing its rhythm against his hip. he raised his arm above his head as he stretched like a cat with a yawn to match. you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to his stomach, drinking in the sight of his flexed muscles disappearing down under the sheets.
“how’d you sleep love?” he shifted onto his side, arm still cradling your head and other hand brushing the hair from your face. he pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head as he moved his free hand down to run his long fingers through iwaizumi’s hair.
“slept well, ‘kawa,” you mumbled, closing your eyes and repositioning your head to nestle it back into his shoulder. “how bout you?”
“like a rock,” he chuckled softly. as he did, the man atop your chest began to shift. his fingers moved against your back, and you knew iwaizumi was waking.
“mornin’ sleepy head,” you cooed, pressing your lips against his hair and bringing your hand from his back to caress his cheek. he grumbled in response, maintaining his position against you and shifting his legs. it was so unlike him to sleep in like this, and you thanked the fact that it was the weekend because it gave you the chance to wake up to both of your boys.
“oh, c’mon that’s no way to greet the loves of your life,” oikawa teased, fingers moving down to grab iwa’s nose playfully. the other man grumbled, swatting at the brunette’s hand.
“oh, shut up, sleepykawa,” he mumbled, turning his head slightly to press his lips against your chest. you felt yourself flush slightly, a small sigh slipping from your lips as he gripped your hip firmly. He moved so his face was turned towards you, chin resting against his arms which he brought up to cross against your chest, and green eyes sparkling at the sight of you. “morning babe,” he smiled softly.
you felt your heart swell in your chest, the love you felt making your skin flush and your head spin. being between the two men was always a little overwhelming, especially when both of their attentions were on you as they were now. both pairs of eyes were on you, both pairs of hands were on you, both pairs of lips were peppering your skin with gentle morning kisses. It was enough to make you melt right then and there.
“you both look so pretty when you sleep,” you murmured, leaning down to press your lips gently against iwaizumi’s. they were warm against your own, and just the slightest bit chapped from his time asleep. you pulled away before you got too lost in the taste of him. There was another pair of lips that needed your attention after all.
“what are you talking about, i’m always pretty.” oikawa had the gall to sound scandalized, pressing his hand dramatically against his chest to emphasize the point.
“of course you are, you big baby,” grumbled iwa, reaching over to grasp oikawa’s hand on his own. “it’s just that you’re even prettier when you aren’t talking.”
this earned a chuckle from both you and the man to your side. You reached up to press your lips to his, savoring the feel of them as you had iwaizumi’s. you never wanted to get out of this bed, not for a million dollars. the silkiness of the sheets and the heat of their skin was intoxicating, and you couldn’t imagine a more comfortable situation.
you felt iwa shift as he looked over at the clock on the bedside table. he groaned softly, turning back to the two of you with a disappointed look in his eyes. “it’s almost 11.”
“so what, i don’t have anywhere to be today,” you brushed him off, kissing his forehead gently.
“neither do i,” grinned oikawa. “we get to spend the whole day together so let’s just stay in bed for a while longer.”
“yeah, well, i have to be at the gym by 12:30, so unfortunately i’m going to have to get up,” iwa sighed. he pushed himself up onto his knees with a grunt, stretching his arms above his head. again, you couldn’t help but let your eyes trail down his chest to the edge of the briefs he wore. you still couldn’t believe how you’d scored two men so beautiful; it truly boggled your mind sometimes.
“nooo~,” you whined, placing your hand on his thigh in protest. he simply rolled his eyes before leaning over you to greet oikawa with a kiss.
“good morning, prettykawa,” he whispered against the other man’s lips. oikawa broke into a giddy smile, wrapping his free hand behind iwa’s neck to bring him back down for another kiss. you smiled at the two of them, knowing just how lucky you were to have them.
pulling back, iwaizumi rocked back onto the bed, rubbing his eyes to rid them of any left over sleep. “i’m gonna go shower, you guys should join me,” he grinned down at the two of you. You thought it over, considering it but not sure if you wanted to get out of bed just yet. but a shower did sound nice, especially since it would be in your large shower which fit the three of you comfortably. the waterfall shower head would feel so nice against your tired skin. but was it worth getting out of the comfort of the bed and oikawa’s arms?
iwaizumi placed his hand against your cheek, leaning down so you could look nowhere but his face. “I’ll wash your hair for you,” he whispered, knowing how much you loved that. you nearly broke then and there, but the comfort still called to you.
“and I’ll wash all the rest,” purred oikawa in your ear, nearly making you jump. his free arm snaked around your waist and he squeezed gently.
characters: hq captains (ushijima, daichi, bokuto) with gn!reader
words, genre: 1.5k words, fluff + slight angst. warnings: none!
summary: in love, there’s a moment where everything falls into place and you realize that there’s no one else you’d rather spend forever with. | part one (with oikawa, kuroo, kita)
USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI;
admittedly, ushijima is not the best at relationships
but you brought out sides of him that he didn’t know even existed
and because he’s so in love with you, he finds himself looking for ways to surprise you
he doesn’t hesitate to try new things because all he wants is to make you happy in the way you make him complete
When Ushijima comes home, the first thing he notices is the other pair of shoes sitting by the entranceway. He smiles as he walks all the way to the kitchen where he heard a commotion.
Though your back was turned to him, seeing you in his apartment instantly relieved him of his exhaustion for the day. He hurriedly goes over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you to his chest.
“Wakatoshi,” you turn your head back and give him a peck on his cheeks. “Welcome home.”
He shows you one of his rare smiles and reciprocates your kiss with his own. “Thank you, love.” He rests his chin on your shoulders and watches you quietly as you prep the ingredients.
“Do you want to help cook?” You were already expecting him to just hum and leave you to the dishes while he sets up the plates. So it was a genuine surprise when his hands left your body and retrieved the apron (it was a matching set to the one you were wearing) from one of the drawers.
He silently took his place by your side, and took the cutting board and the knife from your hands. You watched in awe as he skillfully sliced the onions in perfect shape.
“Do you need me to cut the carrots too?” You hadn’t noticed that he’s finished until you heard his voice close in your ears. That night, the two of you cooked together for the first time and there was something so intimate and so special about it.
“This feels nice,” you commented as Ushijima now worked on slicing the raw chicken fillet. “I thought you didn’t know how to cook.”
“I’ve been practicing.” His answer surprises you. You can’t help but imagine him watching cooking tutorials and the thought makes you smile.
“Really? And what exactly motivated you to learn how to cook?”
Ushijima stops and turns to you with the warmest look in his eyes.
“I wouldn’t want you to do all the cooking in the future.” He grasps and kisses the back of your hands. “I wouldn’t be doing my job as your partner if you don’t let me serve you too.”
You don’t know which of the two takes your breath away—the way he looked when he said those words or the indirect proposal he just made. Either way, you were already looking forward to the future he’d just proclaimed.
SAWAMURA DAICHI;
your friends always said that daichi seems like the type of guy you’d bring to meet your parents
they weren’t wrong. he was the best partner anyone could ever ask for
you often find yourself wondering if marriage was ever on his mind
what you don’t know is that daichi had been carrying a ring box everyday since college graduation, just waiting for the right moment
Daichi clutches the material of his coat, hugging his body tighter as he stood and waited in front of your office building. He spots you walking with a friend and his lips curl upward into a smile. When you turn to look his way, he feels like a giddy high school boy as his heart skips a beat at the eye contact.
You bid your friend goodbye and run towards his waiting arms. He grunts when you throw yourself at him, laughing as you relax in his hold and he runs his hands over your back.
“You worked hard today. Shall we get your comfort food or do you want me to cook at home and prepare you a hot bath?”
You smile as you consider your options. “I like the sound of the second option.”
He takes your hands and brings it to his lips to plant a soft kiss along your knuckles. “Let’s head home then.”
The two of you begin a silent walk to your apartment complex. Lately, he’s been busy with his police work that he’s rarely had the time to stop by You take a glance at him, trying to remember as much of his face for as long as you can. Because you never know when he’d ever have the luxury of spending time with you like this.
He notices you staring, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Nothing. I just missed you.” You mutter. “Work has been keeping you too busy. It’s like you’re married to your job and I’m just your side piece.”
He laughs loudly that other passersby have turned to look your way. He says nothing, only squeezing your hands and looks at you with a glint in his eyes.
When the two of you arrived at your apartment, you made a beeline to the living room and planted yourself on the couch. You heard footsteps nearing and stopping at the side of the sofa.
Daichi had kneeled beside your position, his face inches away from yours when he calls your name. At the sound of his voice, you open an eye and see him holding out a ring in front of you. You sit up immediately, mouth hanging open as you search for the words to say but he beats you to it.
“You said earlier that you feel like I’m married to my job, and I’m sorry if I ever made you feel that but,” he pauses to stop the tears that threatened to fall. “But my job can’t compare to you. At the end of the day, I’ll leave work and come home to you.”
You’re both crying messes when Daichi takes your hand and positions the ring on your fourth finger. “Will you marry me?” Of course, you said yes.
BOKUTO KOTARO;
bokuto loves with his whole heart and he treasures you like you’re his world
your steadfast feelings made him confident and assured
but whenever a fight breaks between the two of you, his resolve always crumbles
when he realizes that nothing scares him more than the fact that he could lose you, that’s when he makes a promise
When Bokuto wakes up, he instinctively reaches for the other side of his bed and his heart drops when he feels nothing. He jolts up, eyes frantically searching his room for any sign that last night was not a dream.
He’s getting ready to stand up when the door opens and he sees you enter the room with a tray of breakfast in your hands. He scrambles on his feet and you’re surprised when he takes the food and places it on his desk before his arms make their way to hug you.
“I thought you’d left me again,” he mumbles in your neck. When you wrap your arms around him, Bokuto sighs and sinks further into the embrace. “I’m really sorry.”
It all started because of a petty fight. The two of you had been so busy with your own work that neither of you had time for each other. But the one time you’d both been home at the same time only resulted in an argument that led to you giving him the silent treatment for three weeks.
And those weeks were like hell for Bokuto. After that fight, he’d immediately realized his mistake and he’d called and messaged you but to no avail. Last night, you’d finally returned and Bokuto was more than relieved to see you.
“Let’s not fight ever again.” He looks at you with pleading eyes. “It was stupid of me to blame you for not having time for me when I’ve also been so occupied.”
“Bokuto…” You cup his cheeks and he closes his eyes as your hand gently caresses his face. “I’m sorry too. And I promise I’ll never disappear on you again.”
If there was one thing that he’d realized during the time when you were away, it’s that he could never live without you. He also couldn’t bear the thought of being the cause of your hurt and pain so he makes a promise.
He leans so close that you could hear the drumming of his heart. “I’ll never do anything to make you sad again. When we first got together, I told you that I’d only make you happy.”
You smile as you remember that moment when he’d asked you to be his. It was one of the best days of his and your life.
“And that’s what I’ll do from now and for the rest of our lives.” He’s inching closer and closer, your lips just a few millimeters away until you say something.
“What you said just now sounds like a wedding vow.”
He laughs, surprising you when he turns and plops down with you on the bed. He’s hovering above you playfully, “Baby, wait until you hear the rest of it.”
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⤹ REQUEST. So maybe the boys accidently confess their love to you via text? 🥺? With Kuroo, Suna, Sakusa and Osamu 🥺? And if you want a fifth one you choose 🥺
⤹ PAIRINGS. gn! reader x kuroo tetsurou, suna rintarou, sakusa kiyoomi and miya osamu
⤹ GENRES. crack, fluff
⤹ WARNINGS. swearing
a/n: tysm for the request anon !!! <3 this is really cute djksks also i did it gn cause you didn’t specify. hope u like it !! ❤️
genre: fluff, some crack, suggestive, self-indulgent lmao
total wc: 746
❥︎ suggestive, if you dont like this content or under 16 block the #— hot-drink tag, manga spoilers
BOKUTO KOTARO — wc: 179
who needs a pillow when you can cuddle with bokuto and lay on his tiddies
cuddles with him are always so comfortable and it’s because he always like laying your head on his chest and then he would caress your head lovingly
and his chest is just so,,, squishy
it’s just so comfortable and warm and honestly he loves how much you love his tiddies lmfao
bokuto also loves it when you lay in between and nuzzle into his chest
his chest area is like kinda sensitive? like it’s very ticklish
but when you subconsciously bite onto his tiddies, no matter how much he wants to pull away from the tingly sensation he just does his best to suppress his urge to maybe elbow your face away
… ((bonus if you bite hard enough to leave a very light mark so when he goes to the bathroom he can see the mark on his reflection))
anyways in conclusion, bokuto adores it very much when you pay attention to his tiddies; he’ll believe his hard work training paid off haha
USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI — wc: 169
honestly he has no clue about how built his chest area is until he notices that you tend to spend a little more time and attention towards them
you shamelessly would linger your gaze towards his chest area whenever he’s stretching from sitting too long or when he wears a shirt that’s a little on the tighter side
and you wouldn’t be shy on complimenting on the physique of him
funniest part is that he would take it as constructive criticism towards his work out routine
this 100% leads to you needing to be a little more blunt like you literally have to straightforwardly say “your tiddies are very nice can we cuddle now”
nono the funniest part really is when he just has a poker face and says “ok” in the most monotone voice
so um yea
i’ll leave it up to your imagination of cuddling with him with your head against his tiddies
**bonus he’s shirtless so you can really indulge in the beefiness of him AHAFDJL
MIYA OSAMU — wc: 189
all the work needed for onigiri miya really paid off
osamu remained well built even after quitting volleyball
he 100% wears tighter shirts whenever you’re around when he’s working, and then you would stare at him for a little longer than normal
and that was def the effect he was going for, and he will tease you SO MUCH for it even though he was purposefully trying to get you to look at him
after work, he loves hugging you and ofc you would take this chance and snuggle into his chest, his muscles would still be warm from the blood pumping through his body from working
and that was the optimal time for cuddling him and getting the most potential of his tiddies
as much as he loves teasing you about your hyperfixation on his chest muscles, he himself gets kinda flustered when you focus so much on his tiddies
but he doesn’t stop you so it’s a win-win situation
his favorite thing you do when you’re focused on his chest is you drawing small circles around them
it’s comforting and the slight tickling sensation warms his heart
IWAIZUMI HAJIME — wc: 209
he loves/hates the large amount of attention you just seem to give to his chest muscles
he never knew that people could get so attached to a human body part and he went into sports med and encountered some people with… strange interests
that aside, he can’t deny how much he not-so-subtly adores the attention
especially when you are doing something for him; i feel pretty confident that one of iwa’s love language is acts of service
and as a trainer, his muscles are often sore and tired
you often offer him massages
he will NEVER ever admit that he feels a little warmer when you reach around and on his tiddies and then start moving your hands in circular motions, giving his pecs a nice massage
((sometimes he goes for extra reps on the pecs so you can massage his tiddies))
he would feel a little sheepish sometimes, but it also warms his heart whenever you do
though the sheepishness disappears when you become a little bold and like to… um let’s say play around a little with them hehe
bonus if you do it when you two are bathing together in the bath or the shower; it just feels more intimate and he loves that feeling
honourable committee memebers: daichi, brazil hinata, atsumu, kuroo, aone, MEIAN <3333 (i wouldve incl meian but i dont think i can characterize him but meian is so ☹😩💓)
Hihi ! Since requests are open may I ask for kyotani (GRR SO YUMMY QLOSKSJAKAJ) iwaizumi, yaku, and akaashi if Y/n was cooking something and being like “baby come here and taste this for me” and grabbing their jaw and holding it out for him to try 🧍🏽♀️
HAIKYUU BOYS REACTING TO YOU GRABBING THEIR JAW TO TASTE YOUR COOKING
-> kyotani, iwa, yaku, akaashi
-> genre: fluff
-> warnings: food, swearing
-> gender neutral
-> hi bae 😏 you're my guinea pig for the new headcanon format i decided to try ! i don't know if i like this (short little scenario blurbs), or bulleted lists better. anyways i hope you like it ✊🏻 sorry kyotani's is kind of bad idk how to write for his character very well <\3
## KYOTANI !!
he was sitting on the sofa when you called him, "hey baby can you come over here and taste this for me?" and he responded quickly with "what is it? i'm sure it's fine."
"baby please? i think it needs more salt but i don't wanna make it too salty."
he stood up from his position on the couch and walked over next to you looking at the closed pot.
he was going to open the drawer next to the stove, however you rotated your body to block the drawer, opened the pot on the stove, scooped up some food, and grabbed his jaw while you shoved the wooden spoon in his mouth.
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he wasn't the type to blush or get flustered, but you had always been his weak spot. he felt butterflies in his stomach, and decided to just enjoy the domestic moment between you two.
he's a bit of a closed off type of person and doesn't initiate much, but when you pull shit like this he loves it.
"it's fine, how long until it's done? 'm fuckin starving."
## IWAIZUMI !!
"hey baby? can you come here for a second?"
you were standing in front of the stove, and the kitchen was a mess. you were used to cooking but you were trying something new and you just didn't quite know if it tasted right.
iwaizumi swiveled on his heels down the hallway of your shared apartment, and shuffled towards your backside. he hooked his thumbs in your front belt loops and rested his chin on your shoulder.
"what's up?" his voice was lower than usual, his daily afternoon nap had accidentally turned into an evening one, only having woke up fifteen minutes prior.
"can you taste this for me? it seems like it needs something but i don't know what." you spun around, he unhooked his thumbs from your belt loops and you saw him stood in front of you, his hair tossled and eyes half-lidded, slouching now that he wasn't holding onto you.
"mhm." he replied, sleep still laced in his voice.
but when you grabbed his jaw and he felt the spoon poking at his bottom lip, his eyes were not only completely open now but it seems that his hair has a life of its own, and it's all spiky like he's just done it.
a rosy red creeps up onto his cheeks as his gives you a wide stare and hesitantly takes the spoon into his mouth, still utterly focused on your fingers gently holding his chin.
he has butterflies doing backflips in his stomach right now, and can't seem to fathom why it was necessary for you to hold his chin, but he didn't care, he loved it nonetheless.
you saw that he looked much more awake now, and he replied to your previous question with "no, it's good. what spices did you use? i like it." but he still sounded sleepy.
"okay thank you! you're never gonna sleep tonight once you completely wake up. i told you to set your alarm for 3!"
## YAKU !!
"hey! get over here. is this good?" you asked as yaku walked through the front door, just getting home.
"aw, did you miss me that much?" he replied, his tone was teasing.
"not at all. now get your ass over here before i dump the pot on your head." you two would always tease each other. you knew the other person was joking, but most people around you always ended up thinking that you hated each other.
he shuffled to your side, taking his shoes off and throwing them against the wall next to the front door in the process. "you know, i wouldn't have to ask you for cooking advice if i made dinner." he said, a shit eating grin on his face and his hands in fists at his hips.
"oh shut up, you know you'd burn the house down if i even let you touch the microwave." you spoke, grabbing his jaw and shoving the spoon in his mouth.
he was startled, to say the least. his cheeks heated up involuntary as he tried to hide the fact that you may or may not have given him major butterflies.
"it's fine, just needs some salt." he said the last part quietly, just to irritate you a little more, he couldn't hurt his pride too much. he walked past you and dumped the spoon in the sink, but not before flicking the back of your head first. you rolled your eyes as you kept stirring. idiot, you thought.
## AKAASHI !!
you heard the thumping of his footsteps descending down the wooden stairs, signaling that akaashi was probably coming down to see how dinner was going. considering, you were supposed to be done with it twenty minutes ago.
akaashi wasn't impatient, he had just wondered if you hurt yourself or broke something because there had been less clangs and bangs coming from the kitchen for the past couple minutes.
"hey baby, can you come taste this for me? i've remade it tons of times and it just doesn't taste right."
"of course. i was a bit worried you had given up a while ago because it was kind of quiet. i'm glad you didn't because i'm hungry." his last sentence was a mumble. you're accompanied by him at your side not too short afterward.
"smells good," he slings a hand around your waist, "i'm sure it's fine, you made it." the last part hummed against your skull as he placed his lips on your forehead.
you turned in his grip and he still held his hand on your waist, adding his other to your left side now. now, you used one hand to hold the spoon, and the other cupped underneath it to make sure it wouldn't spill. you guided it toward him, and as he took the spoon in his mouth, you moved your free hand and placed a few fingers below his chin, making sure it didn't spill.
akaashi adored domestic moments like this, he wouldn't call himself a sap but he sure didn't mind having moments like these frequently. you stroked your thumb over his jaw a bit before you released your hand to place the spoon on the counter.
one of his hands moved up to squeeze your shoulder. "it's good, i like the flavor. we should eat soon so we can go to bed early, you look sleepy."
