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living together for the first time | hq boys

ft. kuroō tetsuro, osamu miya, ushijima wakatoshi, iwaizumi hajime, oikawa torū, atsumu miya, bokuto kotaro, akaashi keiji

warnings; none, fluff overload

kuroō had been sleeping heavily. eyes slowly cracking open when the sunshine coming through the window became unbearable. holy crap. he sat there, maybe a good 15-20 minutes, absolutely amazed. you were in the same house, living together. he would get to see you every morning, wake up to you. what a dream.

osamu was cooking. ( per usual ) when he had first woken up from the extremely peaceful slumber he was in, he spent lots of his time taking you in, kissing your cheek softly and disappearing into the kitchen with a voluminous smile. stretching wider by the minute. he vowed to always make breakfast for you. it may seem silly but osamu miya making breakfast for someone every single day? now that was something.

ushijima woke up. eyes wide. you were cuddled into his chest, legs sprawled over his. you were so cute. he huffed, fingers tracing your features, lightly as if caressing a porcelain doll. how he could get used to this. it was more of a blessing than a shocker really. so sweet, so vulnerable. but willing to be here with him on the daily, seeing you when he gets home from a hard day. so beautiful.

iwaizumi began his morning by getting up, eating a light breakfast and working out. but this morning was different. the moment he opened his eyes something wasn’t right. this want his bed, or his house. he was with you. right, you had moved in yesterday. wow. that’s a lot. he nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw you on his bed. it shouldn’t be a shocker no, but woah. so precious. he probably played with your hair a lot that morning.

oikawa gasped. he felt a weight on his chest, horrified a sleep paralysis demon had come to haunt him at last. it was you, holding his shirt lightly with a crumpled fist. he held in his laughter the best he could. you whined, shoving your face deeper into his chest. “oh sweet girl, it’s nearly 11am, why’re you so tired?” he cooed. snickering with that jerk grin. a tease even when moving in together huh.

atsumu woke up on the couch. you were beside him, and the tv was off. strange. then it clicked, he remembered helping you carry all your stuff in lugging each package painfully though the home. watching a movie ended up with you snoring next to him, and he followed that lead. getting used to that. he took a million pictures. sending them to his teammates bragging ‘look at my beauty, imma be living with this every day’ or posting pictures on his instagram saying ‘she is SO gorgeous’, ‘bet you’re jealous’.

bokuto fell out of bed. he had a habit of forgetting where he was when he woke up. he was a deep sleeper. when he saw you in his bed he grew very very scared. immediately calling akaashi. “akaashi, y/n is in my bed and i’m scared! did i kidnap her last night?!” he tried keeping his voice down. “bokuto san, you moved in together yesterday.” bokuto stared at you, then the place. then you, then the place repeatedly. “oh. thanks akaashi.” he blushed, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly when akaashi laughed. “Y/N AREN’T YOU EXCITED!?” he screeched, flinging himself on the bed. “OH- wait sorry you’re still sleeping.”

akaashi hummed a tune, carrying the coffee cups to where you sat on the couch. “ ‘kaashi.. why’re you here…?” — “i’m living here with you now sleepy-head.” you stared at the coffee cup a small smile breaking out on your face. “that’s good. i’ll get to see your pretty face every morning.” you leaned over to him, eyes tired with sleep. “i’ll get to see you every morning too.” akaashi chuckled, brows loosened. “that’s cool akaashi.” you mumbled incoherently, head lolling to the side, fallen asleep. “my tired girl, let’s go back to bed.” he picked you up easily, carrying you back to bed.

-maak