#jasvna

[jasvna]

stop saying that shit

bakugo x fem!reader (wc: 800:))

my bf has this thing where he HATES when i talk bad about myself (im talking like me calling myself fat or stupid or ugly) and i can’t help but think bakugo would do the same…so

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the night is coming to an end and so is your friends small, party. bakugo decided to tag along with you despite not really liking this friend of yours. he didn’t want you to go alone though. justttt in case someone decided to pulled the alcohol out.

“it was so good seeing you again.” you smiled as you made your way towards the door, bakugo close behind you. he was ready to leave the second he stepped in the dreadful place.

he didn’t complain though.

“it was good seeing you guys too! it’s been way to long.” your friend stated while following you both. “i’ve got to do these more often.”

you quickly agreed, “oh, absolutely.”

“orrrrr you could just stop your busy schedule and hang out with me.” you friend playfully rolled her eyes and you both laughed. she was joking and you both knew it.

“right, of course, stupid me.” you joked. bakugo whipped his head towards you. “i definitely will hang out with you guys more.”

“perfect.” your friend came in for a hug, and you reciprocated it back without a second thought.

as you pulled away you could feel your boyfriends eye glaring at you. you ignored him tho, even if it was a bit difficult to do so.

“i didn’t tell you, but i love your dress, girl. it’s so cute on you.” you friend complimented you.

you looked down at it, “this? no girl it’s so old. i need more dresses, truly I look weird in this.” you laughed. “i think this is one of the few dresses that makes me look fatter.”

“alright, stop lying to me.” you both laughed again while you reached for the doorknob. bakugo got to it first.

you smiled at your friend once more. “i’ll see you soon.”

she waved with a big grin as you both exited the door. “bye y/n, bye bakugo.”

your friend closed the door as you made it over to the passenger seat of your boyfriend's car. he swiftly opened the door for you and let you climb in and get all comfortable before closing it. usually he’d give you a kiss on the cheek before doing so but maybe he forgot?

he walked around and got in the driver seat, starting the car up without even looking at you. weird.

bakugo’s phone automatically hooked up to his car so when he didn’t immediately hand you his phone to pick the music, you got even more confused. he played his own music and started driving out your friends neighborhood. his hands stayed on his side of the car, and he never glanced over to you once.

you didn’t know what to say. but you had to say something.

“kats.” he hummed in acknowledgment of you. “what’s wrong?”

his tongue poked hard at the inside of his cheek. “nothing babe.”

“katsuki, stop, what’s wrong? what did i do?” you pleaded, turning fully in your seat to stare at him. it was now when he saw your lack of seatbelt.

bakugo sighed as he made an erupt stop at a stop sign, sending you forward into his dashboard. “put your seatbelt on. and you know what you did.”

“no i don’t know! that’s why im asking! is it because i dragged you to this party? i’m sorry, i didn’t know you’d be so bored the whole time!”

“i’ll tell you when you put your seatbelt on.” he grumbled and you rolled your eyes.

you buckled yourself in and sat back. “now tell me.”

he looked at you before looking back at the road, continuing your ride home. “stop sayin’ that shit ‘bout yourself…it’s not true. and it pisses me off.” he mumbled

you rose an eyebrow, “huh? what are you— ohhh.” once you finally understood you could help but laugh at how cute your boyfriend was. “because i called myself fat?” he nodded, his grip on the steering wheel tighter than before.

“it’s not funny.”

but you laughed more. “ok ok it’s not funny i’m sorry. i won’t call myself that anymore, lovely, i promise.” you smiled and leaned over to place a sweet kiss on his cheek.

his hand placed itself on your thigh, then moved around to find your hand. he squeezed it tightly before bringing it up to his mouth, leaving a loving kiss on the back of your hand. “you’re none of that stupid shit. never wanna here you say that fuck ass shit again.”

you grinned big and squeezed his hand in return. “yes lovely.”

[jasvna]

suna x reader

10:51pm—not proofread (too tired to read over it again ngl)

“Rin, pleaseeeeee!” you whined to him, your chin resting on his stomach. his view of you was blocked his phone. he was just trying to scroll on tiktok in peace but he should’ve known that wouldn’t happen while you were staying the night at his place.

“y/n, noooooo!” he whined back, same high pitched tone

you smacked his phone out his hands, leaving him to finally look at you.

“Rin!”

“babe.”

“please!”

“baby, it’s pitch black outside. every restaurant is closed, there’s literally no where to get food right now.”

you sat up, straddling his waist. “nuh-uh, the mcdonald’s down the street is open! there 24 hours.” you told him, watching him reach back for his phone to pause the tiktok audio that was playing on repeat.

he laughed at you. “why can’t you just get food from the fridge?” his amused eyes locked with your desperate ones while his hands found your waist.

“because there’s nothing good in your fridge.” you pouted.

“that’s cause you ate all the good stuff.” he pinched you side and smiled at you squirming away from his hands.

“whatever.” he grabbed his phone again, scrolling to the next video. “Rintaro!”

he answered back immediately. “love of my life.”

you bounced on him a few times, bottom lip poked out. “i’m hungry.”

he groaned while the hand that rested on your hip tightened its grip. “bounce like that again and soon enough you’ll be stuffed with something that’s not even food.”

“what are you talking abo— RIN!”

he laughed at your red face before moving his attention back to the videos playing on his phone.

it was 1am and all you wanted was a 10 piece nugget meal with a sprite and you were going to get it whether your boyfriend came or not.

so when nothing else was said between you two, you swung your leg around, pulling yourself away from him and slid off the bed. you grabbed a pair of sweatpants, your wallet, and slipped your feet into your gym shoes before making your way to the door.

you couldn’t even fully open it before a piece of clothing was thrown at you, covering your eye sight.

you pulled the hoodie that had been tossed at you off your head and turned around, seeing Suna standing there next to you. jacket and shorts on with his feet slipped into his slides.

“put the hoodie on, it’s freezing outside.” he told you, hands stuffed in his pockets.

you did as you were told. “you don’t have to go ya know.”

“really?” he questioned, “after you just begged me for the last at least 30 minutes for me to join you?”

“30 minutes sounds like a bit of a stretch…” you mumbled, eyes wandering around his home.

he chuckled while moving his hands to bring the hood of his your hoodie up around head head. “yeah whatever. still i ain’t letting you go alone. cmon.” he pulled the strings of the hoodie before opening the door for the both of you.

he couldn’t help the smile on his face when he saw you happily skip out the door into the freezing cold air.

your hand latched onto his while you both walked the short 5 minutes to the local mcdonald’s. there wasn’t a soul inside besides the two workers and one other customer.

he ordered your food and ignored your attempt to pay. he pulled his phone out, instantly pulling up his digital card, tapping it against the screen. you got your food all of 2 minutes later and you both sat in the corner of the playroom, sharing fries and cuddling up to each other before heading back home, hand in hand, wishing every night would be like this

inspired by @moonbeamwritings

[jasvna]

“Baby, are you ready? We gotta go.” Suna yelled from your shared bedroom with a slightly annoyed tone.

You were still in the bathroom, touching up on your hair. You were his plus one to an event he was invited to. You wanted to look at least somewhat decent. “I’m coming, I’m coming!”

You didn’t come out right away, of course. He groaned and got ready to yell for you again but you finally came out before he had the chance. He looked up at you. “Took you long e—”

His words stopped in his throat once he saw how beautiful you looked. Your dress was long and elegant, perfect for tonight. It had a slit in it that showed off your pretty thighs, something you knew he was obsessed with. It was tight enough to show off all your stunning curves, making you look like a goddess in his eyes. Your hair, freshly washed, was shining, and the makeup beat on your face made you glow even more than usual.

“Let me put my shoes on then we can go.” You told him and sat at the edge of your shared bed where your shoes sat.

Before you could do it, he got on the floor in front of you and grabbed your first heel, gently sliding it on your foot. “You look gorgeous, baby.”

You smiled down at him. “Thank you, love.”

He easily slipped your last heel on and lightly kissed your leg before standing up and holding out a hand for you, helping you up to your feet.

He couldn’t resist himself when he saw your beautifully glossed lips practically begging to be kissed. He closed the already small distance between you two and latched his lips onto yours with his hands having a possessive and tight grip on your waist.

When you pulled away he rested his forehead against yours, soft eyes staring down at you.

You looked back at him, trying to hold back your smile by biting your bottom lip tightly.

“Fuck,” He said and walked over to his nightstand where he had a few rings sitting on top of it. He put them on, causing you to give him a confused look.

“Rings?” You watched him. He rarely wore those.

He sighed and looked back at you, gesturing to how you looked. “I have a feeling I might have to knock a few guys out tonight because of you.”

You couldn’t help but giggled at his comment as blush spread across his cheeks. “Stop being silly Rin. Cmon, let go. Isn’t the limo outside waiting for us?”

He walked towards you, placing his hand on its rightful place on your hip. “It is. But it can wait, can’t it?”

Your laugh, once again, echoed through your shared home. The same laugh that made his heart flutter every time, without fail.

“Weren’t you just yelling and rushing me so we wouldn’t be late?”

“I was wrong to do that.” You smiled at how fast his attitude switched up as you tried your best to hold your laugh in.

Your hand rested on his chest, pulling slightly at his tie. “You were. But we gotta go now, love.”

He kissed your cheek as you talked more, saying how you didn’t want him to be even more late than he already was.

He then kissed just below your ear. “It’s okay, we’ll be fashionably late.” He joked before letting his lips brush up against your ear. “Please, pretty, just wanna taste you. You know I’ll make you finish fast, baby. Just wanna make you feel good.”

The more he whispered into your ear, the more you couldn’t help but feel weak in your knees. You almost let him do what he wanted to do so bad, right then and there.

But, you stood your ground, despite you feeling your panties get wetter by the second.

Your hands cupped his cheeks while you pecked his lips quickly. “Sorry, Rin.” Was all you said to him before walking out of your room with your teeth bitting down harshly on your bottom lip, trying to bite your smirk back. As you walked you, back towards your boyfriend, you made sure to swing your hips in a way you knew would have him hard and needy.

Your little revenge for him rushing you.

You finally got him out the bedroom, and soon enough, out the door and into the limo that was awaiting you both outside your condo building.

To your surprise, he behaved completely normal. As if he didn’t have a huge boner in his pants right now and wasn’t shifting around every second to stop making it so uncomfortable.

His hand stayed on your thigh the whole ride, as you talked about anything but what was happening in his pants.

It confused you. Definitely confused you. What was he trying to do?

But once you got to the function you were both attending, you pushed the thought aside as the door opened and Suna scooted out the limo, straightening out his jacket. He ignored the few fans yelling at him and giant cameras flashing as he held his hand out for you, helping you out the car.

As the door closed behind you, you smoothed your dress out, while Suna stood in front of you, blocking all the cameras of your presence while you got yourself together.

Your fingers ran through you hair when he leaned down to your ear.

“Don’t think I’m not going to have my way with you here tonight, pretty.” He said, lips grazing your ear with every word.

You froze in place, your checks heating up as fast as the speed of light. Your wide, shocked eyes locked with his and his dumb smirk before he moved his lips to land a small kiss on your cheek.

You quickly regained yourself as he moved out the way, showing you to the cameras again. With his arm latched tightly around your waist, you both posed for the cameras, taking a few pictures before moving inside.

Suna dragged you along with him, meeting up with a few of his teammates. You were quiet though, still too flustered by his words to speak. You knew everything would just come out in a stuttering mess.

Soon enough, Hinata sneaked you away and you both met up with Kageyama, who didn’t want any part of this event. In his eyes, it was really just a giant party for grown men to get drunk without looking too bad. And he technically wasn’t wrong but no one needed to know that.

“Tobio, losen up!” You laughed with a drink in your hand. Every time you looked over at the tall, dark haired setter, he had a scowl on his face. “Aren’t you happy to be here?”

“No.” He answer quickly, crossing his arms across his suit. You and Hinata couldn’t help but laugh at him.

Hinata looked behind you, again, and you followed his gaze with a puzzled look. “What is it?”

“Ya know, Suna-kun has been staring at you, like, all night. His eyes haven’t left you once.” Hinata muttered before taking a sip of the dark wine from his glass.

You rolled your eyes with a smirk while looking at the two former Karasuno players in front of you. “He’s just…being Rin. C’mon, Hinata, come dance with me!” You placed your drink down on a nearby table and grabbed the gingers hand, pulling him into a crowd of people who were dancing around subtly to the music playing, knowing your boyfriend was watching your every move.

The music playing wasn’t loud or bass heavy or anything like that. It was very much gentle, calming music to have in the background while people could mingle and drink. But that didn’t stop you and Hinata from busting out the dumbest moves you could on the dance floor.

While you both danced to your heart’s content, Suna watched from the other side of the room with Atsumu, who was ranting on about his twin who skipped out on the event to tend to his restaurant.

His eyes flickered between your beautiful self and a creep over in the corner. He’d been eyeing you since you dragged Hinata onto the dance floor with you. In his defense, it was hard not to look at you, with the crazy dance moves you were pulling out with your friend. But Suna could see the look in the creeps eyes. He was checking you out. Shamelessly, at that.

He looked like he wanted to take you right then in there, in front of all these people, and Suna couldn’t stand it. His fist clutched harder the more he glared at the man. Only he was allowed to look at you like that. Only he was allowed to fuck you. You were his and it was about time he showed that stupid fuck who the fuck you really belonged to.

“Sunarin! Motherfuck— are ya listin’ to me?” He yelled at the distracted middle blocker.

“No.” He told him truthfully. “Can you guard the bathroom for like, 20 minutes?” He asked, looking over to see the blond haired boy beyond confused.

“Why?” He watched Suna look over at you, dancing around with Hinata, running your hands up and down your body. He followed his gaze and instantly understood why. “What— oh hell nah. Who do ya think I am?”

“My new favorite twin?”

“Was I not already your favorite?!”

“Definitely not.”

“What the fuck!”

“Can you do it or not?”

The blond twin rolled his eyes with a loud groan. “Why are yall so freaky…” he muttered. “Whatever, I guess. You owe me though!”

“Absolutely.” Suna immediately walked over to you, pushing his way through the crowd of people and ignoring everyone who attempted to get his attention.

He had bigger things to take care of.

When he finally got to you, he snuck up behind you, placing his hands on your hips and pushing you back into him. His eyes found the creeps through the crowd and he smirked, kissing the top of your head. Once you recognized it was your boyfriend who latched onto you, you happily turned around and gleamed up at him. “Hi.”

As his eyes fell on yours, he bit his bottom lip, taking it in between his teeth, trying to bit back his smile. “Hi baby.”

“What are you doing over here?” You asked, tilting your head slightly in such a way that almost made him not want to fuck your brains out and leave your cute little cunt dropping of his cum.

He pecked your lips. “You’re attracting a little too much attention out here, ya know that? Why can’t you just behave for once, pretty?” His low, husky voice sent shivers down your spine while he gripped your waist possessively.

When Suna looked over at Hinata dancing in his own world, not paying attention to a single thing, he took that as his cue to drag you away, bringing you with him to the nearest bathroom.

“Rin!” You shouted as he gently pushed you into the bathroom. He locked the door before tuning back to you. “What the hell are you doing?”

He stepped closer to you, leaning down so his lips just barely grazed yours. Your nose filled up with the smell of his cologne while you felt your heart rate quicken as his fingers slowly fell down to your ass.

He smirked down at you. “Gonna have my way with you baby.”

[jasvna]

My Favorite Cheerleader

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aged up manager fem!reader x aged up argentina volleyball player oikawa

wc: 2.6k

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When the beloved, handsome, famous, volleyball setter figured out that you, their team's manager, had very very strong feelings for him, the last thing you expected was for those feelings to be reciprocated.

It took a week for him to convince you to go out on a date with him in public that wasn’t a darkly lit movie theater. or took two weeks to convince you to let him kiss you in public. and it took one day to convince you to be his girlfriend. you were a little paranoid, you couldn’t lie about that, but your job was on the line. so was your boyfriend’s. you didn’t wanna be careless and get caught by one of his millions of fans, making out at the back of a Taco Bell at 3AM.

that was totally a one time thing though.

but the absolute VERY last thing you expected, even after your 3 months of dating, was to be making out with him after his practice in the locker room.

His hands gripped your waist lightly while you tugged on his jersey. He pulled you impossibly closer with each second you were together. Your lips never disconnected for longer than a moment before the kissing began again.

Oikawa broke away from you, taking in your messed up state. His heart was racing and his mind was running in different ways he could destroy you right now if he wanted to. the way your hair had fallen from its ponytail and was scattered across your head and your lips were swollen and the lip gloss you used could be tasted on his lips, making him crazy.

“my pretty girl…” he mumbled before moving down to your neck. he kissed it and bit it and eventually left a very small but visible hickey a few inches under your ear.

Unfortunately, he got stopped when a loud sound came from outside the locker room.

you quickly ran before Oikawa even got the chance to stop you. seconds later his teammate came in with a raised eyebrow. “toru? you okay?”

he nodded and chuckled lightly, his chest still rising heavily from the activities that had just taken place with you. “yeah, i’m fine. just about to head out.”

his teammate nodded slowly. he don’t believe him in the slightest but he didn’t question it. “alright well hurry up. everyone’s gotta be out by time the janitor gets here. plus, we got that game tomorrow in the next city over, i need you well rested.”

Oikawa nodded and leaned his back against the locker you were just pressed against. he ran a hand through his hair.

“will do!”

“great.” his teammate nodded before walking out. “later toru.” he glanced in the corner you had ran to. “bye ms. manager. see ya next week.” he smirked and walked out.

to say you both were shocked by his words would be an understatement. were you both that obvious? you slowly emerged from the corner you were hiding in and walked over to stand by oikawa. it was silent for a few seconds more before he burst into laughter. he clutched his stomach while leaning over, while tears started to form in his eyes.

“this is not funny.” you told him, stern voice and all. “i could get fired if the coach finds out. or any of your fans.” he was still laughing. you smacked his arm multiple times before hitting him on the head on good, hard time with your fist.

“ow!” he whined. he pouted while rubbing the top of his head. “what was the reason?”

“we have to stop.”

he smirked at you and stood up straight. “now why would we do that?”

“so i don’t get fired and your reputation doesn’t go down the damn drain.” you told him, voice raising just a little. you opened his locker to grab your things from inside of it.

“but i thought you loved me?” he teasingly asked you while leaning on the locker next to his with crossed arms. he faced you and laughed at the glare you sent him. “who cares what they think? it’s not like you're my boss or anything. we just work together, baby.” he tried reasoning with you.

he’d go public with you if you’d allow it. he wanted everyone to know you were his. ever since he joined the team, he’s had his eyes on you. you were cute, sweet, adorable, funny, a little stern, but only when you had to be. you took care of everyone on the team, did your best to make sure everyone was feeling okay before a match. you were there for the team for whatever happened, whether they won or lost, whether they took a medal, trophy, or nothing home.

and oikawa? God, you took care of him like he was your boyfriend before you were actually dating. you fixed his hair, made sure he always had a snack at break, had his water ready just the way he liked it (ice to the brim so he had something to chew on even though you’ve told him time after time again it’s bad for his teeth), and you helped hung out with him outside the team. much more than all the other members.

so maybe you guys were pretty obvious.

“but what if—”

oikawa planted a kiss on your cheek as a way to get you to quiet down. you turned your entire body to face him. “so what if they find out?”

“your career is at steak here toru, i’m not gonna ruin everything you’ve worked so hard for all for—”

you cut you off quickly, “all for what? you? what, you think you're not worth it or something?”

you didn’t answer him. instead you took his backpack out his locker and handed it to him. when you closed the locker your eyes moved to his. they were a beautiful brown. they could hold your attention forever if you let them.

you smiled and got closer to him before standing on your tiptoes to give him what was supposed to be a small kiss on his lips. but once his arms untangled from each other and found your waist, you didn’t want to pull away from him like you planned to.

when you did finally break from the kiss after a long couple of seconds you smiled up at him, face just the tiniest bit red.

“bye toru.” you chuckled and slowly walked out the locker room, making sure to check all your surroundings before you started the short walk back to your car.

toru stood there for a second longer before grabbing his things and leaving as well. usually he’d walk you to your car, why’d you say goodbye? why’d you leave without him? did he just get broken up with?

once he was out of the gym he stared at the ground. he smirked and started walking “nahhh.”

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the next day, as the entire volleyball team made it to the gym at 8AM sharp (the same gym you and oikawa were making out last night), oikawa looked everywhere for you. you weren’t answering his calls last night or his messages. you didn’t call him when you woke up. you didn’t send him a quick message reminding him to be on time. what the hell was going on??

so he went to his coach.

“oikawa, what’s up?”

he wasted no time. “where’s y/n?”

“oh she said she’d meet us there.” the coach said as he looked at the team all sitting around and chatting. some of the members were in a chair, dozed off. “she volunteered at the last minute to help set up the court, so she should be getting there about right now. and we…should be leaving. is that the bus?” the coach proceeded to round the team up and get them on the bus, encouraging them to sleep on the two hour ride.

oikawa checked his phone again. nothing. you haven’t said anything. and was your phone on DND???

“what the fuck.”

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just minutes before the game started is when oikawa finally found you. you appeared out of no where and started talking to the coach. you had a clipboard and together you and the coach studied the other team. you jotted down a few things before running to the down referee.

as you walked back towards the team, he finally stopped you. “hey!” he grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him. “why were you ignoring me last night?”

you didn’t answer. not because you were still ignoring him but because you genuinely didn't know. you saw all the text and calls go through. you watch him stay up until 2AM calling your phone. you didn’t sleep last night at all but you wanted to tell him so bad to go to bed. but then you’d have to talk to him. what were you supposed to say? you thought he was throwing his life away for you! it wasn’t worth it.

“i…was asleep?” you sucked at coming up with excuses.

“i saw you online on instagram all night. and you have literal circles under your eyes, don’t lie to me.” he scoffed. “you were up all night, why?”

the referee blew his whistle loud enough to get everyone’s attention on the court. he signaled the captains of each team to come foward and do the coin toss. they listened and rushed over.

“well?” oikawa questioned you.

“nothing toru.” you smiled.

he let go of you arm so he could cross his own across his chest. “don’t give me that.”

you sighed and looked at the stands full of people. a goo chunk for the bad on some sort of shirt with your boyfriends face on it. or a flag with his face. or a hat. where they were getting these things was a mystery but it made you question everything nonetheless.

he had all of this, why did he need you? and why would he through it all away for you?

“i just…” you started, looking anywhere in the gym but his eyes. “i don’t want you to through it all away for me.” you mumbled as their team captain ran back to the coach.

“your still on this?” he rose an eyebrow. “y/n, i already told you i don’t care—”

“but i care!” you told him truthfully eyes do my locking with his. “you have a crowd of cheerlearderas here toru. i know you, you wouldn’t throw that away for the world, let alone me.” you smiled sadly and chuckled, “you like the attention to much.” you took your finger and tap the tip of his nose lightly, something you enjoyed doing to people close to you.

you hated to admit it sometimes, but you and oikawa were totally opposites. he craved attention, you ran away from it. he strived to be the best all the time, you just hoped to make it through the day most of the time. maybe you both loved each other, but you wouldn’t let him put his job at steak for you.

“oikawa! get over here!” his coach called him. you both looked back at the rest of the team huddled together.

“come on. you’ve got a game to win.” you smiled again and walked off towards the bench where you would be sitting.

oikawa was left speechless. he could only sigh before jogging over to his team, joining their conversation. he tried his absolute hardest to only focus on his captain’s words but his mind couldn’t help but drift back to you ever now and again. not that you knew but you had become his everything.

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two sets in, and your team was so close to taking this game in three straight sets.

but when it was all almost over, they got stuck in serve receive.

the scoreboard sat at 24-22. one more point, that was all they needed to win. but for three straight points they had been targeting oikawa in serve receive and you could see it on his face that he was punishing himself mentally right now.

with no time outs left and the other team waiting on a player to tie their shoe, you watched from the bench as oikawa’s fist tightened and he sighed for probably the hundredth time.

so you did the only thing you really could do. you cheered. loud.

“YOU GOT THIS TORU!”

at the top of your lungs, you screamed over all the over cheers around the stadium. it started the crowd. behind you to start going crazy. they started chanting for the team, the the players not in the game started clapping. the opposing team gave you many weird looks but you ignored them. for the sake of oikawa.

oikawa looked up from the glossy, wood, gym floor, with wide eyes. he wasn’t shocked by the fans or his teammates, but you. you sent him a small smile and two thumbs up. he returned the smile, even bigger than yours. his dimples started showing and he shook his head in hopes of focusing on the game again.

and when the other team finally served the ball when everyone was ready it flew over the net, right toward oikawa once again.

as if a miracle had occurred, he got the ball up towards the center of his side of the court. the crowd cheered wildly as the libero set the ball up and oikawa being oikawa, approached and jumped high before spiking the ball down in front of the other team past the block and landing right in front of their serve specialist who had given the team such a hard time.

their fans in the crowd exploded with cheers and claps. the team and coach were ecstatic and delighted and you let out a sigh of relief.

usually the teams would line up and high five each other, thank them for a good game and be on their way, but oikawa had other plans.

he ignored his captain yelling at him to line up, all eyes on him. he ran towards you and you could hear your heartbeat racing as he did so. why was he coming over here? he should be lining up. God you wanted to hide right now.

oikawa grabbed your hands with yours and pulled you up off the bench. you were a stuttering mess. “what…what a- are you…”

“i know i have all i’ve ever wanted in life.” he started, eyes staring into your beautiful ones. “i’ve never wanted anything more than to be the setter on a famous team and play for them while having a punch of screaming fans. it’s like high school all over again. but your in my life now. and i don’t want you to leave.”

your eyes widen at his words. the cheers and yells of everyone around got blurred.

“i probably have hundreds of fans and cheerleaders up in those stands right now.” you rolled your eyes. “but i only want you. i don’t care about anything else. and if i get kicked off the team for this then so be it. you are completely worth it.”

“wait get off the team for what—” his lips locked with yours. the cheers became louder than before and you could hear you team whistle at you both playfully. you eyes closed while oikawa held your cheeks in his hands delicately. your shoulders relaxed and you leaned into his kiss, loving the feeling of his lips on yours.

oikawa pulled away from you at the sound of his coach’s heavy hands clapping together. “alright lovebirds, let’s go!” he yelled.

oikawa chuckled and stepped away. before he left you, he brought your hand up to his mouth, planting a small kiss on the back of it. “you're my favorite cheerleader, princess.”