Genre: good ol’ fluff with a sprinkle of angst | social media au | romance | strangers to ?? to ??? | i love akaashi MOVE
Status: On Going, might be 10-15 chapters long idk it depends
Synopsis: Kenma, a streamer you are a fan of, sends a message to a wrong number (you). From then on, you both find yourselves growing fond the anonymous person you have never met before.
a/n: some of the interface of fake twt and imessage might be inconsistent. for eg, later chapters might have japanese texts on the side-writing this story, before i had japanese as my phone’s language so sorry! but it doesnt affect the story or anything. also, i recently changed phones. i was a samsung user so some of the emojis might be inconsistent with the later chapters cos im using an iphone now! anyway, as i said any inconsistencies wont affect the story. just a quick heads up
⭒ tags: fbw to lovers (?) | angst | love triangle | emotionally constipated suna | ARAN APPEARS HERE and he's the only person with actual braincells, we love him for that
⭒ nsfw tags: face fucking | oral sex | nipple pinching (punishment) | booty calls | mentions of penetration | let me know if i miss anything
⭒ wc: 5.1k
ㅡafter the stunt pulled at the party, you find yourself with an answer you seeked for but wished never had to know.
a/n: a repost (tho i took down the first one hours after its release) bc i finally, for the love of god, proofread this. it's not perfect but it's the best it can get. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this. sympathize with me, cry with me. goodluck ;)
the drabble i based this off | part 1
the morning has been dragging you out as though you could sense every student's wasted energy from last weekend's party. even you have not recovered from the events that unraveled that nightㅡalbeit, a particular blonde made it almost unforgettable. he made it clear to leave a receipt, a topic to gossip about on a sober monday morning.
"you're dating y/n?!" the blonde announces in an obnoxiously loud voice.
to be fair, how could not one's ear be piqued by a controversial statement? even you, the subject of the news, had your eyes goggling at osamu's twin, the infamous blonde setter who broke the news to everyone, miya atsumu.
osamu peels his head away from the fake kiss to look at his brother with a face you could imagine, embarrassed or worse horrified. his face instantly beats red, which does not help at all because it made him look guilty. in a snap, everyone's eyes were on you. a spectacle in a midst of a bleak university life.
"since when?! i thought you guys were just friends?" as atsumu pressed it became more complicated.
if osamu denies dating then the plan will collapse in a matter of seconds all because of his brother's nosiness. besides, osamu is concerned about you. he knows that putting a label on a romantic relationship is a concept hard for you to grasp. he does not want to make you feel uncomfortable by insensitively claiming that you both are dating. thus, the best response he could muster is to divert the attention.
"what's with that ugly expression on your face?" he insults him with his biggest pride (aside from being one of japan’s best setter) "and what's it with you if i am or am not dating (y/n)? it's not like you don't know her."
as atsumu theatrically gasps out loud, his drink spilling over the rim of his cup at his sudden movement your eyes gravitate toward the far corner of the room so easily as though being with him for more than a year or so made you instinctively find him in a crowded room. all faces turn blank as you spot him standing alone with a cup in hand and eyes locked with yours. he neither moved a muscle nor stray his focus from you. instead, he stares at you as if the argument between the twins and the loud music in the room vanishes into white noise. he was hard to read. he appeared as if he was the person you first met, and not the one you spent rainy days in bed, clothed with nothing but his arms around your naked waist.
in the end, osamu was forced to give a vague answer to redeem the situation. "maybe, we're dating. maybe, we're not." up until today atsumu has no idea of the truth.
no one knows the truth of your petty revenge.
today, you thought of giving back to osamu by baking him snacks during the food laboratory. it's a recipe you came up with for a project. you made it a point to make more than you are required so both you and osamu can share, like you always do. bonding over food has become a thing between the two of you.
monday is the only time of the week when you do not share a class with your friend and the only chance you get to meet him is when you cross paths at the corridor, which happened just now.
"samu!" you greet from a distance, your free hand waving at him. osamu reciprocates by flashing a smile.
"hey." he says, catching his breath as he jogs toward you. "do you have class after four?" he asks. when you utter no, his face lights up. "can you please do me a favor? my professor messed up my schedule."
"sure, as long as it's anything within my capacity," osamu lets out a relieved sigh.
"here," handing you a camera in his hand, you can already tell what it's about. "i promised tsum to record their practice game today at four but i couldn't since my professor is calling us for an unannounced consultation."
"this technically works in atsumu's favor." you arch a brow making the other pull the corner of his lips upward.
"i know my brother is a bit of an ass but i want to support him. i'm pursuing my passion and so does he, and he supports me with my cooking. i do not want to let him down today since this practice match is important to him and his team. so, technically..." he copies your wording endearingly as he suppresses a smile (how can you say no at this point??) "...it is important to me too. It’s a favor that works two ways, me and atsumu's but i'd say more of me since i do not want to get an earful from him when we get home so can you do this for me, please? pleaaase?"
you playfully roll your eyes as you say a half-hearted, "fine."
"yes! thank you! thank you!" osamu leans forward to catch you in a tight embrace. he pulls back to look at you at an arm's length. "i'll do anything to pay back the favor."
"you don't have to."
"no, i insist."
"samu, honestly, i'm in debt. i have to pay you back twice for the party last weekend."
"hm?" osamu angles his head to the side. "that's not a favor, it worked to my advantage too." you blink at him twice, confused if you heard him right.
"what?" but just as you asked, he shoves the camera in your hand as he walks past you.
"unimportant, bye!" he waves goodbye, leaving you baffled as you peer at both of your hands full of... wait... the food!
"samu, wait! the snack!" you lift a tight container in the air. "i baked these for you!"
instantly, osamu runs back to you with a grin that reaches his ears as you open the lid of the container. he takes a piece and bites large, enough to fill the sides of his cheeks. he thanks you hurriedly and wastes no time by briskly walking back down the hallway. a few steps away, he turns to look through his shoulder,
"ginger and cinnamon?! you're a mad scientist! when did you become a fan of cinnamon? it's on your every dish but it tastes good so i have zero complaints! thank you, (y/n)!" his comment makes you chuckle out loud only to be abruptly stopped by a realization that came after his innocent words. at that moment, your heart sinks gradually and silently into the depths of an open sea. it makes no noise, no signs of falling into a trap of nothingness that slowly turned into a tinge of pain. unable to grasp, your legs remained unmoved.
cinnamon.
he loves cinnamon.
on days spent with you, suna basks himself in the warmth of your apartment and fresh bakes. he told you that he loves cinnamon and you find it telling of his personality. like a cinnamon scent, his outer physique holds a hint of spice and mystery, one that reels you in. but as you devour it, rolling it at the back of your tongue and savoring every ounce of its taste, you relish sweetness. it is him, in every aspect, it is him.
osamu leaves you to your thoughts as the gray-headed misses to take a cue from your running mind. you are far more affected by suna than you thought. you were used to orbiting each other's ecliptics that losing him means losing your balance. it takes it in you to harden your knees and turn your feet into motion. when did you end up being so emotionally affected by someone?
you empty your mind as you walk to the gym, debriefing yourself on the task at hand. when you arrived, the volleyball team is already doing rounds of warm-ups as the visiting university settles their things on the other side of the court. atsumu immediately sees you as he turns a lap, face contorting into a confused look. soon, he approaches you before the practice game begins.
"i'm samu's sub." you say when he nears you.
"how kind of you. is this your way of putting your best foot forward so i can approve you as my twin's girlfriend?" you almost choke, almost. right, he didn't know. you make a mental note to tell osamu that he should let his twin know or else his mouth will cause you both a problem.
"but seriously," atsumu takes the water bottle next to you then uncaps it before taking a gulp. he takes the bottle away from his mouth and speaks. "take care of samu. he may appear unfeeling most of the time but he's a 'lil softy inside. when we were young i cry out loud in front of many making me the expressive and loud twin while he remains the calm, emotionally stable one. though i always catch him crying alone in our room."
atsumu is beginning to believe that you are officially dating his brother and something about what he said puts a weight on your shoulder. although bringing you as his date to the party to show it off to suna is his plan, you do not want to hurt him in any way possible. if your pretentious act will stir him into an issue he does not want to be involved in, you have no one else but to blame yourself. after all, he did it for you.
a man walks up to atsumu and before he could utter a word his eyes met yours. a subtle surprise makes his brow twitch as he sees you holding the miya’s camera.
"you're here." aran states the obvious.
"yep, i'll record the practice match. oh! speaking of i can send you a file too just give me your email."
"sure, it's ojiro underscore-" you cut him off, smiling to him shyly.
"no! there's no way i'll remember that. send it to me over sms. i think you have my number."
"do i?" he asks though it seemed as if he's asking himself rather than you. he shrugs, "if i don't i'll ask rintarou."
a prominent pound in your chest vibrates through your ribs as his name is spoken. You have lost grip on the situation before you as you ponder. why do you feel this way? he’s meant to be just your fuck buddy, a man that warms your bed when the night feels cold, nothing more. but why... why do you feel this way?
"your ex." atsumu fails to read the room. aran side-glances him as he damps his face with a towel.
"we were not dating." you point out with gritted teeth. atsumu is once again intrigued.
"'were'." he repeats to himself. "right, 'cause you're currently dating osamu." aran looks at you then back to atsumu then back to you again obviously eavesdropping. just when you thought his mouth will cause you and his brother a problem, he brings it to you the earliest possible. aran is suna's closest friend. if there is anyone who knows suna like the back of their hand, it is aran.
taking a swift glance at aran who is currently busy folding his towel, thus you take this chance to round your eyes at the blonde and point to the man next to him using your eyes. with a forced smile, you wish for atsumu to take a hint. "you know what tsumu, let's talk about it some other time."
he looks at aran briefly before turning to you with his brows pressed to the center. although hesitant, atsumu nods. "alright, you and samu need to explain a lot of things, and you guys might need time too. i don't mind waiting, okay? just in the meantime please be gentle with him. and don’t tell him I said that!” he points at you defensively making you laugh.
“aw, aren’t you a sweet brother?” as you tease him, the deeper the creases on his face appears making his the top of cheeks round like steamed buns.
ultimately, atsumu leaves you to your task as he jogs to the court for the practice match. aran, on the other hand, did not say anything about you dating osamu but instead said his thanks for recording the match.
by the time the practice match ended, the sun has long set. even though tonight may be the ideal time to walk back to your apartment under the shadows of moonlight, the heavy rain pour stops you. worse, it won't let you go home. you left your umbrella at your place again, a bad habit you have since. hence, you're stuck at the sports building. the only way for you to go home without getting all soaked up is through atsumu who is still in the meeting with their coach which takes hours to finish including the allotted time for a cool down and stretching and tidying up the court or you can wait for the storm to pass by which may also take hours or a day even since it shows no signs of stopping.
having left with no choice, you bounce on the balls of your feet as you stare outside. the loud splatter of rain on the roof and cement deafens your hearing which made it impossible for you to hear the footsteps coming from behind. an oversized leather jacket drops on your head, therefore, snapping you to divert your attention at the source. before you could see the person's face, his voice says it all.
"you never bring your umbrella." suna says, walking past you with a hood over his head and hands tucked inside the pocket of his pants. he spare you a look as the image of him blends in with the rain.
it was the first time he spoke to you since the event at the pumpkin patch. the day you never felt the same.
you reach home half-wet and half-not. the bottom of your legs down to your feet is soaked making the feel of your shoes and socks icky from rain but from your waist up to your face is dry thanks to suna's leather jacket.
upon entering your apartment, a dilemma keeps your feet glued next to the coat rack. you do not like seeing a piece of his clothing that line his silhouette out in the space where you can see at any point in your small apartment but you must hang it or else you will leave droplets of water on the floor. call it pathetic but you do not want to be reminded of him. remembering him brings a wave of emotions you are not accustomed to, one that you have not completely deciphered yet.
torn, you leave it on the floor. shriveled into a pile of black making it hard to recognize as a piece of clothing. that is not the best solution and you should not be doing this but it works for now. satisfied, you leave it at your doorstep as you head to your room to change.
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what was once a daily chore for suna suddenly turn foreign to him after a prolonged time of abstinence but it does not miss the fact that his body still knows how to pleasure an expectant doe beneath him.
"fuck me in the face, suna." the girl from his class drags her lips from the column of his neck down to his collarbones. when she attempts to suck on his skin to leave a mark, suna pinches her nipples as a punishment.
"i said no to hickeys." suna glares at her and all she could do is whine and pout her lips. but when he was with you, he would let you do anything. he would let you pepper his skin with bruised kisses, marking every inch of his body and oddly suna became fond of it. he looks at himself through the mirror with traces of you after morning and mornings could not be better than it was. having realized what he is thinking and feeling pathetic to reminiscing about you in a midst of having sex, suna lowers his body to the woman. to cloud his thoughts, he hovers her completely about to shove his cock again into her sensitive pussy when she stops him mid-doing so.
"not now, it hurts. you fucked me hard i can't take another round." the edge of her manicured nails graze softly on his jawline. the other hand scratching his back down from his shoulder blades down to his inner thighs. "but if you let me..." suna groans from the touch of her hand around his length. she teases him more by moving her hand slowly up and down. she caresses his tip using her thumb which causes suna to shut his eyes. his reaction fuels the girl's confidence, therefore, sliding down beneath him and between his thighs, arms pressing his waist down to her face.
suna steadies his balance by holding onto the headboard of the bed. his body gains its motion, banging his hips against her face, cock deep down on her throat. wet moans escape from his lips as she sucks harder, lips tightening around his hardened cock, and tongue dancing at every thrust he gives. lust and pleasure build in his core which pushes suna to gain speed. choking noises and groans fill the small room as the girl begs for more and suna gives exactly what she asks.
though he is reluctant to admit it, the past few days of shared awkward glances and cold shoulders have taken a toll on him. he should not be disappointed because who you are to him should be nothing more than friends with benefits. but something about how you carried yourself to the party, hand anchored over some guy's arm as you giggle at whatever lame joke the miya told you that he couldn't easily brush off. more so when you looked at him from a distance like a stranger and not a person whom you spent more than a year with.
drooling on suna's precum and her saliva, the girl's soft cries tangles with his stuttered breathing. Her jaw tenses but when she feels suna's thigh tense and his hips jerking, a sign that he is about to cum she welcomes every thrust. she wants the infamous suna rintarou of the fine arts department to cum at her disposal.
meanwhile, he blocks any thoughts of you in his head as he focuses on cumming in her mouth. albeit, the girl encourages him as she closes her lips around his digit. soon, a rush of intensity overcomes his body. he shudders as his thighs constricts and lose strength. It is not long when he finally reaches his orgasm. it takes a few lazy pumps in her mouth for him to ejaculate. the girl swallows as she searches for his eyes. however, suna’s lids are shut as he leans his face on his forearm resting on top of the headboard. he takes his softened cock from her mouth before lying on the bed beside her. not a few minutes in, his phone rings to a call. suna curses under his breath as he is forced to push himself up. due to lack of strength, he slides from the bed to the carpeted floor to reach for his phone tucked inside the pocket of his pants scattered on the floor.
"hello?" he says in short breaths.
"so, it's true." the boy says without a context making suna pull the phone away from his ear to read the contact name. it reads 'ojiro aran'.
"about what?" the girl crawls up next to him, kissing the back of suna's ear.
"about (y/n). damn, i thought you were reading things wrong."
"what about her?" just as suna asked, the girl cooed for him to come back to bed, trailing kisses on his neck to lure him to cuddle her.
"jesus fucking-, i heard that. i heard that! you know what. nevermind." a sound of a ceramic cup hitting the wooden center table resonates from the other line along with aran's frustrated tone.
"no, no, don't hang up." suna utters hurriedly before covering the microphone of his pocket device. he turns around to mouth "i can't." to the girl. he takes his boxers tossed near his pants only to be rendered to a deflated beat on the other line.
aran did hang up.
suna was quick on redialing his friend's number and to his luck, aran answered almost immediately.
"don't leave me hanging." he gathers his clothes on the floor before heading straight to the bathroom.
"if i hear another moan from a girl i fucking swear i will not answer your call again."
"it's barely a moan but yeah, yeah, whatever. she's not here." there is a short pause at the end before aran asks, voice threading on thin ice.
"that girl... that isn't (y/n), is it?" although the answer to it is obvious, it took suna a couple of seconds to respond. last month he was enjoying a free taste of a muffin, cookie, a bun, and more all with the soft kick and aroma of cinnamon. with you time seems to slow down, watching movies, fucking until both of you are breathless, and talking about random things until sleep finds its way on your lids. but now is different. he stands inside an acquaintance's bathroom with a fresh scent of lemon and sweets, far from how he remembers you.
"no." suna utters in a low tone.
"on a scale of one to ten, how fucked are you? how can you mess this up?! i was rooting for you guys!" suna remains silent as he bites on his molars. aran begins to narrate. "she was at the practice game this afternoon and saw her talking to miya. i approached them and she asked me if i wanted the file, volleyball stuff. anyway, after that atsumu was damned serious about the topic they were talking about. you know, i can only count the times he was serious about something using one hand, volleyball included."
"were they talking about the incident at the party?" suna sits on the toilet cover as he listens intently.
"i am not sure if it was regarding that night but atsumu was asking (y/n) to take care of his brother since they're dating. i'm starting to believe something is going on between osamu and (y/n). i mean, (y/n) doesn't date, just like you, and for her to ‘date’ osumu… hah! this is a stretch for her. she even took osamu’s spot as a recorder at today’s practice match." aran waits for him to say anything but the other kept his tongue stuck to his throat. the boy asks. "have you talked to her?"
suna mumbles a weak "no."
"why not?"
"i don't know! she's not texting me!" frustrated, suna's voice increases in volume.
"well, have you tried reaching her?"
"no!"
"then, you're officially stupid! all you have to do is ask her why. is that hard to do?! for fucks sake you've slept with countless women but you still have zero ideas on how to deal with them?!" aran argues which heats the conversation even more.
"exactly! i only fuck with them but i never..." lost with words and unable to describe moments with you, suna curses out loud. "fuck this! fuck me! i fucking hate all of this!"
the boy with parted raven hair storms out of the apartment of the girl he barely remembers the name of and lets his feet take him anywhere. he never minds the heavy downpour of rain over his head. his thoughts are running fast, jumbled, and tangled into loops. aran's narrative and advice ring through his ears as doubts and feelings of betrayal resurfaces. out of all men in this world, you're dating someone whom suna kept a keen eye on. he was certain osamu had feelings for you long ago but you refuse to believe, teasing him about old foe jealousy. suna wasn't jealous. he can keep up with his lifestyle of sleeping with multiple women without feeling sheer jealousy when they turn to somebody else. it is something that never bothers him, or so he thinks.
his confidence is shaken when he finds himself knocking on a familiar door.
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changing to comfortable oversized clothes and having a warm meal is not quite enough to change your thoughts on suna's leather jacket. you eye the innocent clothing lying on the floor begging to be picked up and hung over the hook like the others. if the jacket could speak it would have shouted at you to treat it fairly like the others on the rack.
"but your owner is a prick," you speak bitterly. great, now you're talking to a jacket. what's next? his shirt in your drawer? his phone number? his pictures on your phone? this is beginning to feel like an actual break up and it's causing you energy. you don't want to deal with these kinds of problems, mainly the reason why you never commit to a relationship.
when you were about to turn your face away from the front door, soft knocks on the door echoed.
"coming." you shout monotonously, dragging your feet to the door and freezing when the lights flicker. the thunder and lightning, heavy rain pouring, and unstable electricity power makes the scene before you like a deja vu of a horror film. after all, who the hell is visiting you at ten in the evening? and on a freaking stormy monday?
unlocking the barrel and twisting the knob open, you hesitantly pull on the door. behind it is the last person you expected. drenched and quivering in the rain and cold but he does not seem to mind or rather notice. however, his eyelids peel open when he sees you at the doorstep as though he, too, was clueless and surprised to see you.
"what are you doing here?" with a wide-eyed gaze your heart pounds in your chest. this is the first time you ever to talked to him in weeks.
"i-, a-are you," he stammers, swallowing thickly to regain his composure. he starts on the wrong foot. "why are you ignoring me?"
"rin, it's-" he cuts you off abruptly and fear comes alive when he asks.
"is it true? are you dating osamu?"
"listen, rin. i think you should-"
"tell me!" he shouts, a nerve on his forehead protruding from tension. "do you like him?! have you fallen for him?! do you imagine him as we fuck?!"
"NO! GOD, NO!" you scream. the sky rumbles and a harsh gust of wind swirls the trees into a stoic dance. the storm is with you. it unleashes wrath so you do not have to lose control. on the other hand, suna loses it.
"THEN, WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME?!" at that moment, you too fell into the pit of wrath.
"AND WHY DO YOU HAVE TO KISS HER IN FRONT OF ME?!" as if the rain is not enough to fill the gutter with pools of rainwater, the clouds burst. gradually, water breaks through the edges to rush through the drainages, like your tears that had overflown your lids, forming streaks of rivers on your cheeks.
your silent cry snapped suna back to his senses, stunned that he had made you cry. he did not intend to confront you in an argument nor did he wish for the situation to worsen, but in a matter of a minute or so, he made it happen. He runs his tongue over his dried purple lips and catches you off guard when he closes the gap, hand meeting with the side of your face. his thumb catches a tear as worry replaces anger on his face.
"i'm sorry. i didn't mean to make you cry. i shouldn't have raised my voice at you. i'm sorry, i'm sorry." he hushes you with a soothing voice. both of his hands on your face holding you like a fragile ornament ready to break anytime pressure is applied. the tip of his nose brushes against yours as your foreheads connect, and he dips in. a pair of cold lips touch yours in a prolonged peck before he draws back.
"kiss me back." yearning laces in his voice that almost convinces you to do just as you were told when he leans to steal another kiss. he urges you to move your mouth with his but he is left to an unmoving pair. he pulls back just enough for him to speak. "why won't you kiss me?" he pleads in question so gently that it breaks your heart.
"i can't." you lower your head down, unable to meet his gaze.
"why not?" his lids flutter open as he tilts your chin to search for your eyes.
"i can't do this with you. we have to stop."
"i don't understand." his thumb rubs circles on your cheeks and his brows pulled lower.
"it's not the same, at least for me."
it all makes sense now. everything that you felt from the day you saw him kiss a woman at the pumpkin patch to having him hold you in this manner. how thoughts of him perceiving you similarly to every other girl he slept with burn holes in your chest. how he made you feel special, how he treated you special. how he kissed no one but you, touched no one but you. in a dreamlike glimpse, you were convinced that you are more than just a body count on his list. that maybe, he felt it too. maybe, you are an exception. maybe, he can feel for you too.
"i'm greedy. i'm selfish. i'm not the same." you mutter, brows pressed gently to form a crease on your forehead. you lock eyes with him. "i want something you can never give."
in finality, the heavens wail for your broken heart. for a second you thank a friend for crying with you, holding you through your first heartbreak. and you hoped that as the storm past by, it washes off the pain that left your heart.
then, all of a sudden just before your mouth opens to speak your final words, the electricity in your apartment went off.
a temporary silence,
a temporary death.
breaths together in a still room,
you bleed your heart open.
"i want all of you."
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ft. miya atsumu, bokuto koutarou, & iwaizumi hajime
ㅡyou tease them by calling them babygirl.
this is inspired by a conversation with an irl friend who finds it hilarious that i call hayakawa aki (chainsaw man) babygirl i mean, how can i not!! lol
tw: mentions/use of mommy, cursing, anddd nothing more ig. if there's anything let me know
(haikyuu!!, jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers)
˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ Miya Atsumu
atsumu is a bit unpredictable
one time he's up for a teasing (he initiates most of the time) but other times he's sensitive and overly dramatic
hence, curious of how he would react, out of the blue, you try it
he sits across from you with his back facing you
and his lower body tucked under a wooden table as he pretends to participate in the online meeting of MSBY
you scream-whisper,
"hey, babygirl!" to get his attention
he twists his neck to side, wondering if he has heard something
(or is the meeting too boring hence causing his brain to imagine things)
but when you repeat it, he finally turns around, brow arching as if asking you if it was indeed you calling him
he doesn't even question the pet name, please 😭
and when you repeat the term of endearment,
instant regret flashes before your eyes
this is why we don't play with fire, folks
a cheeky smile clads on his lips and behind his foxy eyes is mischief
he's definitely up to something
his volleyball-filled brain has thought of something that will bring you to instant K.O.
thus, he rolls his tongue over his bottom lip, supressing a growing smirk as he responds in a low seducing tone,
"yes, mommy?"
and just like that he renders your cheeks beat-red, floored, and caught of guard
he's enjoying it
he. fucking. enjoys this
he loves watching you internally scream and struggle to let out a single word
all to his doing
he leaves you wordless as he winks at you before shifting his attention back to the meeting as if nothing happened
˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ Bokuto Koutarou
bless his soul because this man has the most endearing reaction of all
in all honesty, if he isn't six foot something the bbygirl term endearment fits him so well
his pure heart, naivety, enthusiasm, and positive outlook in life is soㅡ
ugh, i want to keep him in my pocket!!
but, yeah, going back
when you called him a babygirl he shoots you a look beyond confised, head tilted to the side, and his lips protruding into a pout
he questions,
"i don't get it, (y/n). why are you calling me that?"
and when you tell him because he is your babygirl
he laughs at you like you're a standup comedian who had just dropped a punch line
and says, "you are the babygirl. i'll protect you from anything that could harm you and spoil you with everything i have. and i'll love you with the way you deserve."
he bends down to level his glimmering eyes with you
and adds affectionately, ruffling your hair gently and his smile reaches his eyes
"am i right, babygirl?"
i mean...
how could you noooottttt fsndgs%@&#^!!
˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ Iwaizumi Hajime
this one is a challenge
it's not like he dislikes pet names but the thing is
he doesn't want to admit that term of endearments make his stomach do backflips
so calling him a babygirl means trekking an unfamiliar path you don't want to be in
but still, you did
an absolute nuisance!!
he catches you on your first try, almost immediately because the next thing you know is that he's scowling at you
like you said a word he has never heard of that sounded nowhere near pleasant
"what?" he asks, eyes never leaving you
"i called you and said babygirl."
gulp
he's squinting his eyes on you now
but luckily he turns his head away and chooses to ignore his pesky other half
but that won't stop your teasing bc you're a lil shit
you repeatedly call him the nickname while lightly poking his sides,
"come on, babygirl. don't be shy and answer me with a polite 'yes'."
he counters with a strong flat, "no."
which, unfortunately for him, only gets you going
"go on look at me, babygirl. i know you missed me." your point fingers travels from his flexed bicep up to the crest of his cheek
a light tap was enough to bring his attention back to you however he keeps his mouth sealed
you run your thumb over his cheek and point out a lie in a whispering tone, "you're blushing. you like it when i call you babygirl, don't you?"
but a lie soon turned true as he feels his entire face heat up
iwaizumi hajime is embarrassed
damn you!!
as soon as you see the pink on his face, you burst out into a fit of laughter
only to be stopped when he says,
"we are over."
a joke, of course, bc your laugh is too contagious that he couldn't help but mask annoyance with a loving smile
you dramatically protest by lightly hitting his toned torso with your fist
"no! no! no! nooooo!!"
it is then iwa's turn to chuckle
he catches a flying fist with his hand before pulling you into an abrupt embrace
his chin rests on top of your head after giving you a peck on the side of your temple
"it's a joke but don't ever call me that again."
with the way he reacted, this definitely won't be the last of it
as usuallll rbs and likes are very much appreciated! thanks for reading, stay hydrated mwa! <3
“If you're reading this, my worst fear must have happened.”
Rain mocks Tsukishima as it slithers from the roof of his tinted car down to the steep glass that separates him from the rest of the world. The events tonight are heavy, leaving a wrenching pain in his chest even though he had everything planned. Emotions and reason are quantified and rationalized and yet he did not expect to feel this way, not when he’s reading a letter from you–the one you gave him before you left the cafe.
“Ironically, I wrote this at my happiest moment with you. You’re sitting across from me in the living room, my feet on your thighs as you busy yourself with a newly purchased book. You don’t even notice me looking at you and smiling like an idiot in love. Well, that is true. I am an idiot for loving you.”
Tsukishima couldn’t remember the last time he had a hard time reading words. Every phrase numbs his senses, losing control over his trembling hands, and restricting his air ways making it hard for him to breathe. All he could focus on is the prickling sensation on his palms and his racing heartbeat. Why are you always so unpredictable?
“You burnt your tongue on a miso soup I made tonight. It was my first attempt to recreate your mother’s speciality and you were so excited to critique that you missed my warning. You cussed in different languages at the sudden burn and I couldn’t help but laugh. Sometimes I forget that deep within you rests an innocent child. I want to take care of you; of course, for as long as you allow me. Tell me, do you remember today?”
Unable to hold it in, Tsukishima chokes on his tears. His pale cold hands cupping his mouth as if to swallow back his sobs. The memory of you in his apartment, wearing an apron way too large for your size and the determined look on your face, eager to woo him with your amateur cooking skills. How could he forget? You looked ridiculous as you complained about the confusing cooking instructions on google. He snuck a photo of you in his small kitchen, your back to his as you take a sip from the wooden ladle. It was his wallpaper for the next three months. How could he forget? How could he forget the first time he wished for a future with someone. Waking up next to you every day, warm showers together, and falling asleep in each other’s arms. He was never this way with anyone before.
“Why didn’t we make it?"
Tsukishima wallows in despair, tucking the letter away to the dashboard. His forehead meets with the steering wheel, body forfeiting on the burden of breaking up. His hand clutches onto the paper tightly as though he was holding your hand, afraid that losing grip will slip you away.
“Was I not enough? Was being with me not enough to make you happy? I always tell you to pursue happiness even if it means leaving important yet unhealthy things in your life. Perhaps, in your present day, I am one of them. I’ll never blame you for ending things. You might think how could I be so sure that you’ll be the one to break us up? I have never told you this, at least from the time I wrote this, with you I have always been certain. I want to grow old with you. But things turned out differently for the both of us, didn't they? Even so, thank you and for the last time, I love you, Kei.”
He tosses his glasses to the seat next to him, pressing the pads of fingers on the socket of his eyes. “Stop.” He utters between sobs. The rain has now completely framed the windows of his car. The loud pouring on the metal hood silences the rustling city. He’s alone, listening to his pointless wails.
“Sincerely Yours,”
a/n: writing with my uterus. ah i miss writing angst.
Could I request the “i like being close to you. you’re warm“ prompt for kuroo? Maybe the reader isn’t really affectionate so it means a lot. Thank you!!
your touch burns
ㅡkuroo tetsurou is not used to physical affection, not from you.
as he scans the congested room for your familiar face which rendered him to no avail, kuroo figured that he has once again fallen into one of your tricks; that beneath your amiable smile are empty words framed to delude him. how could he miss it?
you told him that you'll be at bokuto and akaashi's place for their engagement party at eight thirty but as kuroo flicks his wrist, tugging the sleeves of his fitted button up polo to reveal his lavish watch he snorts. eight thirty my ass. the hands of the wrist watch tells him that it's five minutes before nine. if only without the watchful eyes of possible investors, business partners, and renowed athletes kuroo would have rolled his eyes countless times.
his grip tightens around the glass of wine before he brings the rim to his mouth. his bottom lip touches the cold glass as the bitter after taste of the old wine warms his throat. the coach of MSBY notices him from a distance and instantly kuroo regrets making eye contact with him.
"kuroo-san! what a rare sight for a busy man outside working hours!" the coach walks towards him, his hand in the air ready for a handshake. at the exact time, a person who should have arrived half an hour ago finally decides to show up.
the two hour long drive from your workplace to the couple's house is not enough to mentally prepare yourself for what you are about to deal with. kenma couldn't make it today since he has an important commitment to attend to. sue him for leaving you to carry the responsibility of interacting with strangers, but not just strangers but high-men and women of Japan's leading industries on your shoulder. if the gamer is here, socializing would be much bareable.
you and kenma know that in your circle of three, kuroo included, that the latter has the skill of keeping conversations whereas the two of you are nothing but a decorative sort next to the him. since the famous streamer is not attending, anxiety that comes with meeting new people builds in your stomach.
fortunately, the first pair of eyes you meet upon pushing the main door of their house open belongs to a close kin and owner of the humble home.
akaashi keiji.
"(y/n)! i'm glad you could make it." akaashi greets you with the biggest smile almost that it brightens the room, but not nearly as glimmering as the silver ring wrapped around his finger.
"congrats on the engagement!" you cheer, glancing at his ring finger.
a slight blush forms on his cheeks as akaashi touches the silver emblem. "all these wouldn't be possible if it weren't for you. thank you, our cupid."
"tsk, you and bokuto would find your way into each other even if i didn't step it. i was a mere catalyst and not a cupid. all i had to do is point out the obvious heart eyes bo is shooting you that you, on the other hand, were oblivious to."
"i thought that's how he treats everyone in the team. kou has a kind heart, i wouldn't think he's treating me special 'cause he's good to all." the corner of akaashi's lips tug upward as his memory brings him back to high school when he played as the ace's setter.
"but you were wrong." you retort.
"and you were right." his smile grows. he continues. "by the way, you should stay the night. the long drive back home is not safe at this hour. kuroo will be sleeping here too."
you consider akaashi's generous offer. the writer is right. other than the long drive, exhaustion from work and the party may lure you to slumber. besides, tomorrow is a weekend it wouldn't hurt to spend it with old friends to catch up with.
"sure, i'll take the guest room." akaashi pauses at your response.
"kuroo is already taking it. you can sleep at the other room although it's a bit smaller than the guest room. don't worry i'll put away some boxes to make more space for you or you can make arrangements with kuroo, switch rooms i mean." akaashi knows you, you dislike tight spaces and you're uncomfortable of the feeling of being isolated in a small room.
"no, it's fine you don't have to worry about that. i'll sleep with him" you wave your hand out.
"in the same room...are you sure?" eyes studying your face.
"yeah, it's fine. it's just tetsu. he always seems to be an exception to my rules, anyway." as you nonchalantly shrug, akaashi's other half steals the scene.
"(Y/N)!" bokuto's voice rings from a point far from you. his spikey grey and raven hair sticks out from the crowd aside from the fact that the man is built larger than the average person making him easier to spot in a packed room. "i'm so happy to see you!" his built arms wraps around your body as he lifts you off the floor. and when he puts you down, he realizes that despite his enormous hug you didn't make an effort to return it.
"still not a hugger?" bokuto raises a brow as he pouts his bottom lips.
"i can give you a hug but you should tell me in advanced so i can mentally prepare myself." you suggest which makes akaashi chuckle.
"you're like a goat, (y/n)."
"why a goat, love?" bokuto turns to him in question.
"some goats freeze and fall over when they're startled. the condition is called myotonia congenita if i'm not mistaken." akaashi explains as his eyes turns crescent moons. pure admiration dust his glowing face.
"myo- myota- myoto- what?!" bokuto endearingly tilts his head in confusion thus earning a heartful laugh from the other.
"come here." akaashi coos and cups bokuto's cheeks. the latter bends his back to level his gaze. "darling, aren't you cute?" he says, before placing a kiss on top of his nose.
"alright, i had enough. i'm going home." you jokingly say in a bitter tone. there's nothing more that could make you devastatingly single than two love birds in their own bubble in front of you.
"aw, (y/n) you should not lose hope! i'm sure one day you'll find your soulmate. oh! OH! i have an idea! maybe you should start dating!" bokuto suggests as if it isn't the most obvious way to get into a relationship. if finding and dating someone is as easy as saying it then you would have been married by now.
"i'm not as lucky as the two of you. finding love at first shot? couldn't be me." you curl your lips. bokuto sympathizes with you as his brows press together.
"(y/n)." akaashi suddenly interrupts in a calm tone almost that it sounded serious. you hum in question as you lock eyes. "kuroo is talking to MSBY's coach over there for a while now. he might need someone to pull him out of the coversation." he cheekily winks.
without second thoughts, you brush shoulders with every visitor in the room that blocks your way to him. you murmur excuses as you keep the back of your target on lock. getting closer to him, his voice becomes audible. the resonating deep laugh coming from him is the only thing you can hear as though the room falls silent. you notice him shift from one foot to the other, a habit formed since he started working with men who take hours talking and also a cue that he's growing restless.
thirty minutes late and yet you're the prince to a damsel in distress.
"goodevening sir, sorry to interrupt your conversation but may i excuse this gentleman for a minute?" your appearance startles kuroo but to him what's even more surprising is how you took the initiative to step into a conversation.
"sure! sure! anything for gorgeous person like you." the coach walks out, holding his belly as he chortles.
even though your plan worked smoothly, a sharp gaze at peers at you. "eighty thirty, huh." kuroo says leading you to a spot where there less people. his hand burns at the curve of your back. it's barely a skin-to-skin contact but you can feel the warmth eminating to the fabric of your top and to the small of your back.
instantly, your mind goes blank.
"you should be grateful i'm here." you attempt to stray your thoughts from focusing on his touch but the burn is too much for you not to notice.
"i actually am. how's the drive?" it does not help that kuroo simply agrees with your teasing. it flutters your heart knowing that he's glad to see you here. you missed him so much.
a man in his late thirties bumps into your shoulder, a hint of alcohol lets you know that he isn't in the right senses to steady his feet. though you forgive him for being careless, kuroo does not. he gives the tipsy man a knowing look and the latter easily catches on making him utter an apology before swaying his way out.
"stick closer to me." it isn't a request but a command for you to do so. kuroo has always been protective of you although he's often the first to playfully bully you when an opportunity comes.
his long slender fingers glide from the edge of your shoulder down to your arms, gently he presses your body closer to him as he leads you to a spot. at this point, it's even harder to ignore the blaze that sets on his fingertips. has he always had this effect on you or was it the heat from the crowd that is making your cheeks flush? as you wonder his perfume clouds your thoughts. he still wears the perfume you got him on his birthday last year.
"so, how was it?" kuroo asks once he halts next to an empty couch in front of a fireplace. your body grow cold when his hand detaches from your arm leaving a trace of warmth.
"what?" you blink at him confused.
"the drive here, i was asking about it. were you listening?" he shoots a brow with a sharp tone.
you were but your focus was elsewhere.
"it's fine. it's exhausting." you attempt to tear your eyes away from him but before you could do so he gestures for you to sit.
kuroo follows suit but he stares at you like an ornament he has never seen before. his keen eyes studies your face which rendered you suddenly conscious. "are you sick? you look beat red."
"yes, no, i mean n-no. i'm not sick." you turn your head to look at the fireplace but you could still see him staring at you from your peripheral vision.
"let me check." kuroo places his hand over your forehead. he runs his tongue inside his mouth as he makes a call. "your forehead is cold but your cheeks..." suddenly, he cups your cheeks with both of his hands. "they're hot."
caught off guard, you slap his hand away from your face as you glare at him. unable to stand his intensed gaze, you scowl while looking at the fireplace ahead of you. nevertheless, kuroo chuckles. he knows you don't like being touched without your permission and you know it too well that he cupped your cheeks on purpose just to make fun of you but little did he know that you're scowling more than because of his unconsented touch. you're baffled with the way your pulse is acting.
the surge of blood travelling through your nerves is not helping. unpattered breathing gushes out from your mouth and you wish to the stars above that kuroo doesn't notice because if he does, you have no idea what lame excuse to tell him.
swiftly, two women around your age sits next to kuroo on the couch. the two greeted the man with friendly nods before sitting in poised manner, nothing that you could pull off. kuroo is famous to women and more than that, when the prominent business man is aware that the woman is interested in him he loves to flirt. it is mere trivial to say that the two girls next to him find him attractive as they whisper to each other and steal glances from him from time to time but the apple of their eyes, kuroo, has his attention poured out to someone else.
you.
for the first time since the burn of his touch clouded your mind, you had the courage to meet with his eyes. when he was about to say somethingㅡmouth opening, you cut him off with tug on his sleeve.
"come closer." your eyes holding his stare. kuroo gulps as he finally shares the heat. when he scoots closer, you place the side of your head on his shoulder. you could feel his body tense at the sudden affection but he didn't do anything to stop you. you shut your eyes to simmer in his warmth. "i like being close to you. you're warm."
"should we cuddle later in bed?" his joke backlashes when you answer him yes without missing a beat. he bites on his molars as you snake an arm around his.
"i missed you." your mouth suddenly utters but before you regret saying those words, kuroo replies in softer tone.
"i missed you too." he says as he lays his head on top of yours.
could I request a scenario for Kenma and his fem!s/o that is actually a streamer ? she's very admirative of him but doesn't want to appear on his channel nor have any promotion from him so that she feels like she deserves her small community !! if you'd like to add a few hc or other ideas you're absolutely free to do so ! as a small streamer I'm really curious about what their dynamic would be like :D
a/n to 🎙anon: thanks for taking your time to request, love. i hope you like this! (i'm vsnsbs i don't know if i did well but-) also, i absolutely i adore the signature, hope to hear more from you soon! :)
streamer!kenma has millions of viewers on twitch and youtube. his videos go viral and his tags effortlessly hit the top trending list on twitter but his identity outside live streams remains a mystery, except for you.
streamer!kenma is very much different from who is when the camera is on his face. some claim that he is secretly an outgoing guy who spends his spare time on clubs (similar to many gamers out there) or a serial flirt who can easily woo a woman. their fantasies turn him into their own versions of a "hot" man.
but for you, streamer!kenma is truly 'hot' when he is freshly out of the bed, dragging his feet to the kitchen, and instantly smiling at you when he sees you flipping eggs. he is hot he wraps his arms around your waist as he nuzzles his face between the crook of your neck and shoulder, mumbling "goodmorning" against your exposed skin before sealing it with a kiss.
streamer!kenma is also hot when he's awkward, like a cat with its tail tucked between its legs when strangers come up to him. he absolutely hates taking photos yet you find it adoring that he considers doing so for his followers. on top of that, you love seeing a soft blush on his cheeks whenever he gets shy when someone comes up to him screaming and babbling about how they love him. on the other hand, he goes all out when someone recognizes you. he proves to them that he is your number one supporter, pulling out his phone to insist on taking a photo of you and your viewer. to him, it is a question why people are drawn to him but to you it's obvious. in his perspective, you are easy to love and your comfort is what reels people inㅡthe main reason why he fell for you.
streamer!kenma doesn't get why you refuse to appear in his streams. he isn't aware of the impact he has in the gaming world. to him, he's just a regular guy and his mere existence won't make any difference. but he loves playing games with you and since you can't play together in your streams he came up with a sneaky plan. when he knows you're live he uses his "not-so-obvious" other account and takes advantage of it. you know his other username besides his official one even if he denies it's him. i mean, how can you not know when he's literally using your pet name for him? apparently, "kdzapplepie" requesting to join you in combat does not scream kenma... it does. hence, he joins you in streams using his cover ups but he knows that you know but he still does it anyway.
streamer!kenma likes watching you do your lives. he sits behind the camera, mouthing to you words as side comments. like, when you tell your viewers that you suck at using a weapon/character he immediately waves his hands in the air to call for your attention before mouthing "i don't think so babe." causing a smile to your face. your small community noticed it beforeㅡside glances, giggles, and smiles. they know you're with someone when you play games. some even asked if you can show them who it is or tell something about them. they are intrigued about your personal life and frankly you like to keep it that way.
streamer!kenma loves in private and so do you. you would rather make memories with him without the suspecting eyes of outsiders. you love the idea of being the only person to know how he looks at you when you show him your new dress, how leaves a soft peck at the back of your hand after intertwining it, how he gets annoyingly clingy when he gets sick, or how he professes his love to you through a whisper. you are selfish when it comes to him. everyone can love his online version, but only you get to hold his heart.
a/n: streamer kenma.. i'm weak :') i'm screaming, crying, and rolling on the floor as i type this.
