You’ve just gotten cozy in bed when your husband tells you, “You’re hot.”
“Thank you?” you replied, confused. “I’m not really in the mood tonight, though…”
Iwaizumi looked at you as if you’d grown another head. His brows are drawn together, mirroring your confusion.
“What? No, love, you’re hot.”
“I know I’m hot, Haji. You told me. And I told you I’m not in the mood.”
He sighed. “Hot-hot. You have a fever.”
“Oh?” You put a hand on your neck, feeling the temperature a lot warmer than usual. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.”
“How’d you know?”
He shuffled around your bedroom, going through the cabinets that had extra blankets, medicine, and a thermometer he kept in your nightstand. Iwaizumi sat next to you, the bed dipping under his weight.
“You’re quieter than usual,” he answered eventually.
“That’s it? That’s not even—mmph!”
You could only glare at your husband when he unceremoniously gives you the thermometer.
“Rude. Is this how you treat your wife? That is ill?”
Iwaizumi chuckled. “Sorry, sorry. I forgot to tell you.” He offered you the blankets and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand to show that he truly was sorry. You’re not sure if you want to believe him given that cheeky smile on his face. “Be right back. I’ll make you something warm and get some water.”
“But we just had dinner—”
“Just a little hot soup? Please?”
“But I just brushed my teeth, Haji.”
“I’ll help you brush your teeth after.”
You stared at him. There was no way you could win this argument. Iwaizumi was quite stubborn when he wanted to be.
“Fine. I want egg drop soup, though.”
He nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
-
You’re about to fall asleep when Iwaizumi pulls you closer to him, murmuring, “You okay?”
“Mmh. Feels like it’s going to come down on me t’morrow.”
He shifted slightly, kissing your temple. “Weekend tomorrow. I’ll take care of you.”
You smiled, nodding along. Having a husband who could tell that you were about to fall ill just from the subtle tell-tale signs was a blessing.
❥ the many times you & suna get caught making out at school.
i. case one : the bleachers, during practice.
suna rintarou makes eye contact with you in between each successful block.
you ignore it. or try to. but your thighs are squeezing & he’s licking lips & you’re mean with want so you decide you can’t wait any longer. kita calls for a water break & you call rintarou to the stands. dumb dog doesn’t even hesitate.
“what.”
you mouth a come here & he raises a brow, but his feet shuffle after you regardless. he helps you over when you’re just about to stumble under the bleachers, & before the poor boy can regain a balance of his own you’re shoving him against the wall like he’s sack wheat.
he grabs your thighs like it’s instinct.
sugar lips. sticky gloss. heavy palm that can’t decide between your back & your throat. you’re pulling him deeper by the collar & he’s tapping your inner thigh desperately as if to say ‘baby baby lemme breathe’
“where the hell is suna?!”
but his tongue is down your throat so you don’t hear kita’s yell. suna’s palming your hips & squeezing your waist & you’re gasping his name while thumbing his neck and—
“AYOOOO,”
atsumu’s pointing to both of you with gaping mouth & widened eyes. “kita i found them! they’re doing foreplay under the—!”
you’re mortified. suna on the other hand? doesn’t even bother to wipe your saliva dribbling down his chin. he stares at atsumu with twitching brows & twisted face.
“you’re so annoying,” / “and you’re so in trouble”
atsumu doubles over as kita comes in & drags suna out by the collar. you on the other hand shuffle out quietly, quick to sneak away before you can fall victim to further embarassment.
★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.
offense: EXPLICIT BEHAVIOR IN STUDENT GYM
punishment : banned from entering the gym for a week.
issued by: kita shinsuke, sports president.
‘y/n, i expect better from you. and suna, you’re on probation.’
ii. case two : rooftop roughhousing
you think you’re so intelligent.
lunch break & you’re on the school rooftop with a skip in your step. you dragged suna rintarou away from his teammates during lunch & now he trails behind you with hands in his pockets as you hop unto the railing.
thighs crossed. hair in the wind. lopsided grin with blood drenched cheeks & eyes star-achingly bright. “tell me you love me.”
he’s rolling his eyes but his palms find your thighs. “i love you.”
you pout. “say it like you mean it.”
he kisses your neck instead.
you squeal, dodging suna’s kisses as he chases your lips with a grin. he pulls away teasingly before you tug him in by the tie.
you don’t hear the door unlock behind you.
rintarou’s tongue licks your molars. you kiss at his teeth & his thumb grazes your inner thigh as you giggle between his lips. he mutters something about how your gloss tastes like home before a voice sends a jolt down your spine:
“OUT.”
the home room teacher with obnoxious clipboard in hand & outfit desperate to align with the office siren aesthetic. you cling to suna as he quickly lifts you off the railing, palm still gripping your skirt even when he sets you on the ground.
busted.
★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.
offense: INAPPROPRIATE RELATIONS IN RESTRICTED AREA
punishment: detention.
issued by: madam keqing, homeroom teacher.
‘such behavior is not tolerated on school grounds. should this happen again, parents will be notified immediately.’
iii. case three : security snitching
suna’s tapping your thighs like it’s morse code for ‘mine.’
5PM thursday / behind the school gym / your fingers & suna’s belt loop. the middle blocker’s especially hungry today. god knows that thursdays mean you don’t get to share a single class with the athlete; so on days like this when school is long closed & you think no one’s watching he kisses you like he can’t fucking breathe.
point of empasis: you think no one’s watching.
the security camera overhead gets a front row seat to your antics. suna says your gloss spoils in the heat so you lick him off your wrist like honey. he’s pressing you against the wall with teeth on your earlobe like if he bites a little more you’ll seep into his skin. you let him unbutton your shirt & kiss you till he’s love-drunk & bleary eyed.
friday morning starts off in the vice-principal’s office.
black & white images neatly printed on the desk, a fan that blows just loud enough to cover up your feet tapping. you’re mortified. suna’s fingers, however, drum on your thigh like he’s not in trouble for kissing you silly on a midsummer day.
“what do you have to say for yourselves?”
“crazy work.”
you pinch him under the table. you don’t miss the grin that tugs at his lips as he takes a good look at the photos.
“interesting response, mr.suna,” the vice-principal’s eyes narrow. without them leaving suna he continues, “and ms. l/n ? i expect better from you. both your parents will be notified.”
you’re about to apologize & plead on your behalves, but suna notices the worry in your eyes & beats you to the punch.
“wait,” he clears his throat. “i have an explanation.”
“yes?”
“we’re in love.”
he says it like it’s the cure to all your problems. you resist the urge to slap him (and yourself).
“thank you, you are both dismissed. and again, your parents will be notified.”
busted.
again.
★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.
offense: EXPLICIT BEHAVIOR ON SCHOOL PROPERTY
punishment: parent report issued, two-day detention and required report on student ethics.
issued by: mr. ayato, vice principal.
‘inarizaki high makes it a point to ensure student safety by strictly prohibiting sexual or explicit acts on the premises. we hope ms.l/n will heed our warnings, regardless of whether or not she is “in love.”
Iwaizumi Hajime, who, when he first saw you in the crowd of Oikawa’s fangirls, knew he wouldn’t have a chance– not when you were into Oikawa.
Iwaizumi Hajime, who stared in shock when you separated from the gaggle of fangirls and headed over to him, shyly handing him an envelope, and a cold bottle of water.
Iwaizumi Hajime, who stumbled and stammered over his words, but nevertheless was able to mutter out a thank you. He replayed the smile you gave him that day over and over again. It became a problem when he got distracted during practice and got hit by the ball.
Iwaizumi Hajime, who, when he saw you again, was determined to not ruin this chance and struck up conversation, leading to him walking you to class, which eventually became routine.
Iwaizumi Hajime, who didn’t bother correcting Matsukawa and Hanamaki when they teased him about his crush on you, and only muttered a small “soon”, when they asked him if you were his girlfriend.
Iwaizumi Hajime, who confessed to you right before a match, and got your response at the end of it, with a kiss on the cheek and a cold bottle of water next to him. He had frozen in place, and ignored all the teasing the team and his friends were giving, only focused on the shy smile on your face and the blush that spread on your face, unaware of the same blush and smile on his face.
Iwaizumi Hajime, who waits for you at the end of the aisle years later with a watery smile, and eyes full of love.
osamu realized that suna was down bad for you very early on in your relationship.
you see, suna was a bit of a fickle guy. an "i do whatever the hell i want" kind of guy. a lot of his actions had no rhyme or reason and he did them based purely on amusement or simply "why not?"
for example, he had a little game he liked to play that osamu had no idea how suna got the idea for. whenever he'd meet unimportant strangers like baristas, cashiers, people on the street, he would completely lie to their faces about everything about himself.
he was not suna rintaro and he did not play volleyball. he'd give them different identities each time with a completely straight face like this was completely normal.
he'd tell the barista that he was in college and currently pledging to a fraternity. he'd tell the sweet old lady in the park that he was a single father of two trying his best. he'd tell the cashier that he was an italian fashion designer in a really oddly perfect accent.
"why d'ya do that?" osamu had asked him once.
"just 'cos," suna had answered nonchalantly, "why not?"
that was the thing about suna. he was hard to pin down.
why did he do this? for fun.
why did he do that? he just felt like it.
he was like a gust of wind; a wave at your feet. he did as he pleased when he pleased.
none of suna's "identities" had a particular pattern. he gave the strangers completely randomized names and incredibly detailed life stories that he would literally come up with on the spot.
one day, his name was akane, and he was studying biology at fukuro uni. he was born in okinawa, hence his dialect.
another, he was hizashi, and he had three beautiful baby girls that he was mighty proud of. they were all young, so they were quite a handful, but his mom was helping out, and he couldn't be more grateful for his family!
the next, he was kaito, and he just moved from his family's rice farm in akita. his family also grew fruit, like pears and apples. he moved to the city to try and fulfill his dream of having an acting career!
seriously, there was no point trying to make sense of him. osamu began to wonder if suna was some sort of social experiment bot put out by the government.
however, at some point, right around when you and suna had started talking, osamu began to notice something. suna's actions usually had one pattern: that there was no pattern. however, he began to notice that one was actually forming.
his identities and stories were still random, but there seemed to be a constant:
you.
even as watari, the aspiring engineer, he had a new girlfriend who's not good with mornings.
even as miyano, the very young grandparent, he had a lovely wife who liked to surprise him with backhugs.
even as tooru, the nice young man who volunteers at the animal shelter, he had a girl he was talking to that had the cutest smile.
every identity, no matter what age, background, career, preference, whatever, included a girl who sounded exactly like you.
it was then that osamu realized.
it didn't matter what form, identity, timeline, or universe suna had randomly picked that day for his own amusement.
he would find you, choose you, and love you in every single one.
notes: i feel like i saw something similar like a few years back but it was BL not 'x reader' and that was what inspired this but i cant find it. i dont know if im crazy and thought that up on my own or if im just stupid but if you see the original or if you're the original, let me know and i will credit you!
tsukishima kei x reader. fluff. nobody knew you were dating!!! lol just something fun i thought of haha
you groan, hand coming up to rub the side of your head.
the skin there feels tender—sore. combined with the massive headache wrecking you this second, and the scrapes and cuts littering all over your face from when you fell on straight concrete, you’d imagine it wasn’t a pretty sight when you try to give hinata a reassuring smile.
“i am so sorry, i didn’t realize you were there—”
you wave him off. “it’s okay. if anything, i’m the one who should be sorry, i didn’t realize you guys were practicing.”
“a volleyball to the head though,” kageyama mumbles. “you sure you don’t have a concussion?”
you laugh and it quickly turns into a wince, which doesn’t make your next words seem very promising. “the nurse said i’ll be fine. don’t worry.”
as usual, hinata and kageyama start arguing. it sounds like they’re blaming the other but you can hardly pay any attention to it as your head pulses. and it’s getting increasingly overwhelming by the second as the rest of the team circles around your bed.
“hey, guys.”
kageyama stops, with a hand shoved into hinata’s face. “yeah? what’s up?”
“can you get kei in here?”
confusion flits across everyone’s faces, a second of silence until sugawara speaks up. “…tsukishima? yeah we can. what do you need him for…?”
you shrug with your eyes closed. “just figured he should know.”
low murmuring breaks out across the group, only broken when the door to the nurse’s office slides open abruptly.
relief floods you when you see a familiar head of blonde hair above the others. it comes closer and closer, slinking in between the bodies crowding around you. only until he stops behind kageyama and hinata do you hear his voice.
“move. you’re in the way.”
wordlessly, kageyama and hinata untangle themselves, astonishingly quiet. their eyes follow kei walking up to you, comically widening when he cradles your face gently to asses your injuries.
you smile up at him. “sorry, i just asked them to get you. i know you were waiting for me.”
“it’s fine. i heard what happened,” kei says, with a soft voice unheard of by anyone but you. clearly, with the way you can practically hear the jaws dropping to the ground.
kei maneuvers your head around gently, fingers brushing over a scrape on your cheek. “it looks like it hurts a lot. i’ll just walk you home today.”
your hand comes up to hold his. “yeah, maybe a rain check on plans?”
he nods once, a firm one, before returning a small smile of his own. slowly, he releases you before turning to your bedside, packing your belongings with knowing movements.
it’s a sweet moment, it always is when he dotes on you. he doesn’t show it often, but you radiate whenever it happens. your conversation comes across as small mumbles. an atmosphere a little too intimate as the rest of the team watches, eyes completely bugged out.
nishinoya quickly tugs on yamaguchi’s arm. “hey, hey. what’s this? why are they talking like that?”
“he smiled,” kageyama mumbles.
sugawara laughs, a hint of a blush on his face. “i didn’t know tsukishima could be this sweet…”
hinata just keeps staring.
yamaguchi looks at the rest of team, one eyebrow lifted. “you guys don’t know?”
Boyfriend! Kenma who genuinely set aside a whole week just to spend time with you before you left for America.
Boyfriend! Kenma who nearly got on his knees and begged you to stay when you finally got to the airport. The only reason he didn't was because he knew how much you wanted to go to college there, and because a million eyes watching him embaress himself in public would haunt him in every nightmare for the rest of eternity.
Boyfriend! Kenma who made you pinky promise to call him everyday before you left.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had somehow underestimated how much he would miss you, who didn't know what to do without you.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who actually did get on his knees and beg, at somepoint during the first month of being apart, for you to turn your camera on during facetimes--despite your protests of looking bad.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma whose attendance to his own college went down without him looking forward to seeing you there, he would much rather stay on call with you as you slept though, paying attention to each little breath.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma whose diet had devolved back into some sad form of instant noodles and takeout.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had stolen a hoodie of yours before you left, taking it everywhere for "emotional support".
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had kept a bottle of your perfume or deoderant too, spraying it on his wrists and pillow whenever he missed you a little more than usual.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who avidly looked through airline sites to see which flight would be cheapest and if there were ever discounts, who was already saving up.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who genuinely stalked your socials and was the first to like any post you made. Always making sure to respond with something sweet.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who was indefinitely jealous of your guy friends, simply because they got to be near you and he couldn't.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had already started looking into ring designs.
Boyfriend! Kenma who tripped over his own feet in his haste to get to you when your voice rang through his apartment with a simple 'I'm home".
he’s always taking pictures or videos of random stuff, the twins fighting again, a cat he saw on the street he know you’d want to see.
and many, many pictures of you.
his camera roll is filled to the brim with pictures of you, so many he had to buy extra storage.
if someone were to take a peek at suna’s gallery, they’d be bombed with 100 pictures of your sleeping face, all from the same angle too.
even though most of his photos of you are blurry and 10 of the same ones, he also has enough good pictures of you.
a candid photo of you smiling when petting a stray cat, one of you in his jersey posing with a volleyball in your hands, and a gazillion pictures of you posing when on a date with him.
you are literally 98 percent of his gallery. the other 2 percent has him featured in the picture, and some stupid memes and videos of the twins being dumb, as per usual.
but you don’t know about a large portion of those pictures, as he’s sneaky enough not to let you catch him taking any pictures.
you’re also obviously his lockscreen wallpaper and homescreen, and all the widgets he has on them.
his lockscreen is a candid picture of you with a sunset in the background, and his homescreen is a little more intimate. one of you asleep, wearing a hoodie of his.
you’re everywhere in his phone, gallery, wallpapers, you’re in all of them.
