yES FINALLY SOMEONE WHO WRITES FOR KUNIMI. Uh, anyways, can I ask for him + oikawa with a s/o who unhealthily plays volleyball literally non-stop due to a tournament coming up?
LOOKIT THIS SWEET FUCKIN BOI
IT’S BEEN LONG OVER DUE MY DUDES — CAUSE IMMA FUCKIN’ GARBO CAN … enjoy Kunimi nonetheless… Oikawa will be coming at y’all in the form of HCs soz
K U N I M I A K I R A
It was never enough. Always striving to be the best in everything you did. It was admirable. How could it not be? But, you were working yourself to the bone; literally. Kunimi thinks to himself, When was the last time he saw you eat a full meal at lunch? Water can only take you so far.
He could tell by the way you would kiss him hello at the start of the day and on your walks back home - they lacked a certain something. It wasn’t that he thought you were distancing yourself from him because your relationship was lacking; because it wasn’t. It was just… you were so hyper focused on the tournament coming up.
Attending Aobajohsai has ingrained in his mind, body and soul the payoff for working your ass off in volleyball. On the flip side he’s also been witness to what pushing yourself to your limits can do to oneself - let alone the team dynamics.
So, as soon as that special time between the two of you becomes too much of a bad thing, Kunimi is stepping up to the plate and inserting himself into your routine - however unhealthy your routine may have been.
He would make sure to be the first one out of his own practice - since he can’t well enough ditch his team lest Oikawa or worse - Iwaizumi-senpai - berate him and make him stay even later to do horses or up-downs. He shudders at the thought. So, he’s bolting out those gym doors and heading towards the girl’s gym. You should be done with practice too, which means your team should be packing it up nicely back in the storage room and wiping the floors clean of the sweat and debris.
However, as soon as he’s walking through those double doors he hears the unmistakable sound of rubber catching on the treated floors. The squeaks bouncing around the gym, echoing. And there you are in the midst of it all, while the majority of the others are packing up. You must’ve asked the other players to stay behind and help, and by the exhausted looks crossing their faces, they seemed to be at their limits for the day.
Kunimi would step up and in between you and the net, fixating his look of indifference on your frazzled state. Though, you knew better than to think that he was looking at you with such a gaze. It was filled with concern. You hadn’t even realized that the other girls had left the court and were milling about to help clean up. Kunimi walked closer to you, your chest heaving with the lack of oxygen practice seemed to take from you.
Or was it because your boyfriend was so close that he just took your breath away? A light, breathy chuckle escapes you at the thought.
It was then that the last few weeks caught up to you, and you could feel your limbs growing heavy, chest tightening, eyes going fuzzy at the corners. You began to tilt forward only to be caught in the arms of your boyfriend. Face a scarlet red, either from practice, the blood rushing or just plain crushing you didn’t really care.
His voice soft, yet stern and oh so blunt as you loved him for it, “You shouldn’t be pushing so hard,” he starts to lecture, and although his words are harsh and true, his tone and the way he wraps his arms around you are anything but gentle and safe.
Brushing strands of hair off of your face and behind your ears, he gently rubs small circles along your back soothing you from your dizzy spell. “I love you, you know that. I can’t stand to see you hurting yourself just for a tournament.”
You wanted to snip something back at him that it isn’t just a tournament but he continued, “If it means that much to you, I’ll stay after and help you practice. Maybe even get some of the guys to join in too. But we’re going to go about it the right way. Not just push through meals and sleep. Got it?” It wasn’t so much a question at this point. But you nodded against him anyways, burying your face in the crook of his neck and wrapping your arms around him to keep you grounded and upright.
