POV: your best friend is in love with you
a/n: post-timeskip, MSBY4, gn!reader
🤍 MIYA ATSUMU 🤍
“Hell no.”
“What do you mean, ‘hell no’?” you whine. “Come on, Atsumu; I haven’t been on a date in months—”
“Because men are animals—”
“You’re an animal!”
Touché, Atsumu thinks, while he stares at your bedroom ceiling. He’s supposed to be helping you pick out an outfit for this first date you have planned for tonight, and, genuinely, he doesn’t like anything you’re picking out. Every outfit looks perfect on you, so much that his heart leaps into his throat every time you emerge from your closet, and that’s exactly why they’re not good enough.
Because you won’t be wearing them on dates with him. Like an animal, you said, he’s territorial; and no one deserves to be going on dates with his best friend when it’s so obvious that you’re meant to be with him.
🤍 BOKUTO KORATO 🤍
Panic sets in as soon as Kotaro realizes what he just did. There were lips. And skin. His lips. Your skin.
All you were doing was giving him a hug goodbye. You hug him all the time, even though he’s started holding you a little tighter; you’ve started to joke that he’s going to crush you with his chest. It’s adorable.
He’s been playing with fire lately, between the tighter hugs, the lingering looks, the fleeting touches to your hands and the small of your back. But now, he thinks that he’s about to get burned.
He kissed your forehead.
It was just for a second, a quick brush of his lips against your skin while you were in his arms. Now that the hug is over, you’re standing in front of him, smiling.
You pat his arms, smile a little wider, and finally tear yourself away. “See you later, Ko!”
He breathes a heavy sigh while he watches you leave. You didn’t notice. Deep down, Kotaro wishes that you did.
🤍 HINATA SHOYO 🤍
“Hey, sunshine!”
When he hears Hinata shout a cliche pet name at the top of his lungs, Meian picks his head up to watch what’s about to happen, betting that Hinata’s going to get a Sakusa-shaped elbow to the face. Where he expects to see his glowering junior, however, he sees you.
You giggle something in response, and the MSBY captain watches Hinata’s face light up from over your shoulder. You fling your arms around him. He pulls you into his chest. It makes Meian’s heart ache as if someone’s squeezing his hand too hard.
“Sunshine, huh?” he teases Hinata once you’re out of sight. “Since when are you dating anybody?”
Hinata gives him a blank stare. “We’re not dating. That’s my best friend.”
Meian can’t help the way he rolls his eyes, or the dry, disbelieving chuckle that falls from his lips. “Yeah, sure they are.”
🤍 SAKUSA KIYOOMI 🤍
The weight of a month-long training camp falls on your shoulder when Kiyoomi’s head rolls to the side. “Missed you,” he mumbles, eyes closed.
He’s next to you on your sofa, after he dragged himself to your apartment first thing when he got back—before even going to his own place.
He had shampoo and a spare change of clothes already packed, anyway. And when Kiyoomi, exhausted from the frustration of a new routine, shows up at your door, who are you to deny him a warm shower and a shoulder to rest his head on? It’s what best friends are for, you told yourself.
Little do you know, that’s what he told himself, too, but he was trying to convince himself that’s all this is, and absolutely nothing more.
“‘M glad you’re home,” you murmur, patting his wet curls.
There’s a tiny, upward twitch to his lip. Best friends, he reminds himself. That’s definitely all this is.
