the times he waited for you and the time he didn’t have to
featuring: sugawara koushi
warnings: none, sfw, fluffy, time skips
sugawara koushi x g/n reader
a/n: I started this fic forever ago and finally got back to it. never written for sugawara before! I can’t tell if it’s decent or dookie </3 I think I’m proud of it, I think…
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the end of waiting
how long was too long to wait outside for your coworker after work?
if sugawara had known the answer, maybe he would’ve left by now. maybe he would’ve been home, changing out of his trousers and laying on his couch. maybe he would’ve been relaxing and putting off final grade adjustments until later in the weekend. maybe he would’ve been soaking up his air conditioning. that last one sounded really nice. especially as he sat outside of the school willing his body not to sweat through his button up shirt.
maybe he would’ve been home. alone.
it was that thought that kept him rooted in place. if sugawara had known the answer, maybe he would’ve stayed until long after the lights in the parking lot came on. maybe that version of him would know that you’re worth the wait. he hoped he was that one. so he waited for you, like he always did.
waiting as: mr. sugawara
a knock prompted his entire classroom to fall silent, staring at the door. he looked up from his desk and gestured for the principal to come inside.
“hello mr. sugawara, so sorry to bother you in the middle of a class but we have a new teacher joining us. they’ll be teaching the same grade level as you, so I just wanted to introduce you.”
his eyes flitted to the doorway where you stood, looking at his class before sheepishly turning to him and waving with a smile. he barely heard the principal say your name as he looked at you.
he was already out of his seat, stretching a hand out to you with a smile. you stared at him for a moment and hastily shook it, “ah sorry, nice to meet you, mr. sugawara.”
he brushed off the apology, “lovely to meet you.”
his hand lingered as he waited for you to pull away.
waiting as: sugawara
the hallway was empty, but he could hear the chatter of students in your classroom packing up. he stood to the side as they rushed out, their goodbyes to you transitioning to hellos to him. he didn’t have half of these students in his class but they had learned his name within a week of you teaching.
a minute later, you were clambering out the door and locking it. you turned to him and breathed out, “sugawara, I told you that you don’t have to wait for my lunch period. yours was an hour ago!”
he only smiled and let you grumble as you both walked to the teacher’s lounge, steps syncing together from routine and familiarity. he wouldn’t tell you that he actually waited longer than that, choosing to walk to your classroom a few minutes early. he would stand in the hall and watch you teach through the door window. you were always too engrossed in your lessons to notice, but he kept his phone in his hand as a backup just in case he got caught one day.
he hummed as you reached the lounge and held the door open for you like always, “and I told you that I have a free period and can eat lunch whenever I want.”
you rolled your eyes and shook your head, holding back a grin. you stepped inside, “you’re impossible, you know that?”
he shrugged and walked in behind you, “I try.”
waiting as: koushi
he sat with the other teachers that had come out for drinks, finally wrapping up their night. after much arguing about the check, everyone had fallen into their usual routine of heading outside to split apart. sugawara stayed put, standing at the table with your bag over his shoulder and coat in his arms. he gestured to it and they all understood immediately, giving him knowing looks. they called out as they left, “say goodbye for us.”
he waved with a smile, glancing over to the bathroom where you were. you had winked at him when he caught you stopping to pay for both of your portions of the bill while everyone argued. he had narrowed his eyes as you mouthed, “gotcha.”
he couldn’t help laughing as he remembered your face of victory before scurrying to the bathroom. next time. next time, he’d beat you to it. he waited patiently, looking around the bar until he felt a tap on his shoulder.
you tilted your head, “everyone left?”
he nodded, standing up and automatically holding out your coat for you to slip into.
you adjusted the collar, turning over your shoulder to smile at him warmly, “thank you- for this and waiting.”
he chuckled, “of course.”
you both made your way out of the bar, walking down the sidewalk back to your place just like you did every week, your bag slung over his shoulder like it belonged there. he chided you gently for paying, your shoulders nudging each other with every laugh-filled argument.
when you finally got to your building and said your goodbyes, he smiled and carefully slipped your bag back onto you. “I’ll wait for you to go up.”
you rolled your eyes playfully, knowing you had tried to fight this particular fight one too many times to no avail. you gave him a hug, “thank you, koushi. I’ll text you when I’m inside.”
he watched you walk inside, giving him a final wave when the elevator opened. he waited until his phone buzzed, looking at it with a smile.
“I’m home. be safe <3”
he waited for his heart to calm down.
the end of waiting
he snapped out of his thinking as he heard you call his name. a smile immediately gracing his face as you jogged over. he met you in long strides, laughing at your heavy breathing. you clutched your knees, “sorry… a parent had a… question. last day stuff.”
he smiled, “that excited to see me?”
you beamed, standing up fully, “always.”
your answer caught him slightly off-guard, the heat finally proving useful to explain the pink in his cheeks. he walked alongside you as you rambled about grading and summer plans. you turned to him, “it’s finally over, are you excited?”
he nodded, a slight cold settling over his chest. maybe it was the sparkle in your eyes talking about it or the idea he wouldn’t have an excuse to see you. he didn’t want to think about it. he asked you about your trip, listening to you talk animatedly and letting that warmth fill him up again.
as you said your goodbyes, he pulled you into a hug, the last one he would get for a while, and breathed you in. he pulled back and grinned at you, “have a great summer. I can’t wait to see you again.”
even as he said it, he knew he could wait. that’s what sugawara did and that’s what he would always do for you.
he prepared to let you go for now, but this time, you wouldn’t be the one to come and go.
“koushi,” you said steadily, like you had been practicing it in every moment of time you’d been apart, “would you go on a date with me?”
despite his stunned silence, you did not falter, only looking into this eyes with a gentle smile, “tell me if you’re free no matter when it is. I’ll make time.”
warnings: none, sfw, fluffy, smooching, maybe a little cringy
hinata shoyo x g/n reader
a/n: this was my first time writing a kiss so hope it’s okay </3. at least, I think it is. maybe just on this account. not really sure why but I really like this fic
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being best friends for years would lead you to believe you knew everything about someone. you would think that after moving across the world to a different country with him, there could be nothing left about hinata shoyo that would surprise you. yet, here you were, surprised and chasing him around your shared apartment.
it should’ve been an ordinary day. you were supposed to buy groceries and go back home, but on the way out of the apartment, hinata spotted a beach volleyball game short one person and immediately jumped in. without his goggles.
“shoyo, it’s just one drop in each eye and you’ll feel so much better!”
he shook his head vehemently, managing to run around the couch despite his clearly irritated, teary eyes. “I can’t do eye stuff, y/n. it freaks me out!”
“stop calling it ‘eye stuff’, you make it sound like I’m trying to do something weird!”
you continued to circle each other slowly, him always managing to stay out of your reach. despite your pleas, he held firm that he could never willingly use them. you made one last attempt, deciding to jump over the couch. hinata’s eyes widened as you stepped onto the cushion, ready to launch yourself over. he was making his escape when he heard your yelp and crash as your foot got stuck and you plummeted to the ground.
“oh my god, oh my god, are you okay?!”
he ran to your side and kneeled next to you as you groaned on the floor. he spotted the mischievous glint in your eye a second too late. you looked over to him and tackled him backwards, cackling at his look of horror. you scrambled to sit on his waist before he could get up.
he looked up at you betrayed, still trying to blink the sand out of his eyes, “was that all a set-up??”
you shook your head and held your throbbing nose with a strong sense of victory. he squirmed at the sight of the drops in your hand, trying to cover his face. you managed to pry his arms out of the way, leaning in as he squinted. you inspected his expression and sighed, “never mind, I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
you began to get up, but his hands gently grabbed your hips. when you looked back, he was defeated, eyes red, “just get it over with.”
you smiled and leaned over him, your free hand cupping his face. he watched the bottle nervously, but his gaze eventually shifted to your concentrated look, eyes narrowed and lips parted. your eyebrows furrowed as you watched his face, waiting for him to stop closing his eyes at your every movement. they finally managed to stay open long enough for you to squeeze a drop into each one quickly before he could change his mind. his hands squeezed your hips instinctively and then relaxed as he got used to the feeling. he blinked harshly, tears rinsing the sand out. you gently wiped his cheeks with your thumbs and grinned triumphantly at him, “that wasn’t so bad, right?”
he stared at you for a moment, neither of you looking away. being with shoyo was always easy, comfortable, but for some reason, the way he was looking at you was making it hard to breathe. his eyes flickered between yours and your slightly agape lips. with a characteristic lack of hesitation, he pushed himself up on his elbows and pressed his lips to yours.
you were still, your eyes wide and lips unmoving. in your years of friendship, nothing like this had happened before. at least, not to this extent. sure, you’d found yourself admiring the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled and how it felt like the sun was beaming down on you when he waved, but all of that was normal. simple, fleeting feelings in passing moments that lived deep in the recesses of your mind. little things that you would never let ruin what you had with him.
you pulled away and watched his eyes fly open, face turned panicked, “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t ha-”
you grasped his shoulders and looked to the side nervously, “no, it’s- it’s okay. can I..?” your voice trailed off as you turned back to him, hand moving back to his cheek. he nodded once and that was all it took.
your eyes fluttered closed as your lips met. this time it was steadier, realer. he reached up to trace your jaw and let his hand linger. your heartbeats were loud, reverberating between the two of you. it was sweet. like shoyo. your shoyo.
that thought had your face flushing and you pulled away, out of breath. he pushed himself up, chasing after you. he finally opened his eyes and soaked you in. he gripped your hips like he was afraid you’d try to leave and asked, tone serious, “can we do that again?”
a/n: this is a headcanon I came up with that I anonymously sent in another author’s inbox. I don’t remember who that author was so if you’re reading this, hi :). I’ve had this draft for a longgggg time so I’m glad I’m finally posting it. hope you like it
original headcanon:
when you began getting comfortable dating, you would push his hair up to kiss his forehead whenever you wanted to show him affection. now he has a pack of headbands he bought himself and puts one on and stares at you expectantly whenever he wants your attention 😭💕
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kageyama tobio was not used to feeling like this. at least, not until he met you.
you with your soft smiles and encouraging eyes. you who never pressured him into anything he wasn’t ready to do. you who beamed when he grabbed your hand of his own accord for the first time. you who always knew when he needed your affection. sometimes though, it took you a little longer to pick up on it than he was willing to wait.
kageyama wasn’t good with words which is why your ability to read him was so beneficial to your relationship. when the two of you first got comfortable together, you stared at him until he nervously asked what was wrong. “can I kiss your forehead?”
he blinked before nodding with red cheeks, watching as you pushed his hair up and pressed a soft kiss to the center of his forehead. you pulled back with a grin, combing his hair back in place as he stared at you with a lovestruck expression, “again, please.”
with a laugh, you kissed it again, over and over as he asked every time you pulled away.
it wasn’t until after the first few instances of out-of-character behavior that you began to notice a pattern. every once in a while, you’d drag him with you to the bathroom. you would sit on the counter with his body slotted between your legs as you roped him into your skincare. the first time you tried it, you insisted on wearing matching headbands to hold back his bangs. the cute, furry bow made you giggle as he huffed loudly, eyes rolling and hands squeezing your hips gently. you decided to compensate for the slight embarrassment by covering his forehead in kisses, his face flushing as he lowered his chin for you to continue.
ever since then, this small step became part of the ritual. right before skincare, you’d slide his headband in place and his head would automatically lean down for you to pepper kisses on him again and again.
one day, you walked in to your shared apartment to find tobio sitting on the couch wearing one of the fluffy headbands you kept in the bathroom and looking at you almost expectedly. you giggled upon seeing him and immediately sped across the room to cup his cheeks, “what’s up with the headband, baby?”
he subconsciously nestled his face into your hands, “it’s easier to wash my face this way.”
you let out a hum of acknowledgement as you began covering his forehead in kisses. it was instinctual. how were you NOT supposed to kiss the part of him that was always covered the few times it became exposed?
this thought crossed your mind every time you came home to the sight of him gazing at you from across the room, waiting. the instances were always days apart so it wasn’t until he got a little too comfortable and wore it two days in a row that it clicked for you.
you shifted from your position on his lap, leaning back in your straddle to analyze his face. “tobio…” you started, suspiciously, “are you wearing these headbands on purpose?”
his eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed as a surprised, strangled sound came from his throat. with a wide grin, you brought his face to your lips once again, “that’s..” kiss, “so…” another kiss, “cute!”
his face heated up under your palms as he shook his head, refusing to look up at you. you continued your gentle assault on every inch of his bare skin until the heat radiating from him slowly dissipated and he sighed. you decided not to mention it again, opting to never bring up his shame. knowing tobio, he would want to burn every headband in the apartment and never speak of this again.
or so you thought. when you opened the door after work the next day, you found your boyfriend sitting on the couch with it on. his face was red, but he couldn’t hide his small smile as you ran towards him giggling.
tsukishima had never looked so pretty. his blonde hair glowed against the black sky and you could almost see a halo floating above his head. you snorted loudly, tsukishima and a halo did not belong together.
“what about this is funny?” he looked down at you in disdain, his nose scrunching at your obnoxious snort that quickly turned into coughing.
you turned away, giggling to yourself and sitting back further on your bench. it became yours when you stumbled outside to it 14 minutes ago, collapsing on it and deciding it was a good enough place to spend the rest of your life. now, tsukishima was here trying to rip you away from your new home.
you grinned at him, “you look like an angel.” as soon as the words left your mouth, you erupted into more giggles. a soft pink hue formed on his cheeks as he looked away from you. “I thought you said you were skipping out on frat parties from now on.”
you stared at him for a long moment and then frowned, whining, “right. I said that too but they all dragged me here.”
he rolled his eyes, “I really don’t get you. you have no sense of self-preservation.”
you ignored his remark in favor of staring at the way the streetlights illuminated his hair again. he sighed loudly, reaching for your hand and attempting to pull you up.
despite his best efforts, you refused to stand, going limp and whining about how your feet wouldn’t listen to you. exasperated, he just turned away and bent down. “just get on, you brat.”
you gasped excitedly and immediately rose to your feet. conveniently, they suddenly learned how to listen. you hopped on, wrapping your arms around his neck and laughing loudly. he ignored your gestures and attempts to ‘ride him like a horse’. you didn’t mean it in that way, but he still reddened at your enthusiastic cheering. he swatted your thigh, sarcastically telling you to keep it down back there. you quieted down as your cheeks flushed and you leaned into his back, your chin on his shoulder.
“you ok back there?” he asked, voice slightly worried. you nuzzled your face deep into his hair and took a long, noisy whiff.
he jumped, almost dropping you, “what the hell?! you’re so weird.”
you sighed contentedly, “your hair smells like cake.”
“my hair smells like-” you inhaled his hair follicles into your nostrils again, “STOP DOING THAT.”
despite his protests, your ventures continued. eventually, he gave up, sighing and mumbling to himself over the sound of your sniffing. as he approached your door, the noise stopped. he looked over his shoulder, your head unmoving, and grumbled, “and now you’re sleeping.”
after shoddily making his way inside, you groaned as he dropped you on your bed, still asleep. he looked at you for a long moment, watching your face relax as you snuggled into your pillow. he turned away quickly when you settled. he let out a breathe he’d been holding, his eyebrows twisting in confusion.
he left as quietly as he could and began walking back to his building. he ran his hand through his hair and paused, his face flushing. he tried to hide his smile. he really didn’t get it.
Bingread your masterlist and lemme just say, you're like the funniest person ever😍😍 I had to shut myself up because I was giggling so loud and everyone's asleep except for me lol but thank youu I loved every single one especially the suna texts, my favorite by far I was laughing like maniac, anws thank you again and I hope you have the greatest day<3
I’m gonna cry wtf. this is so nice and you just made my day thank you so much 😭😭
I suddenly feel the need to make more texts with suna after reading this so watch out for that 😛
you sat on the couch, your old quilt draped across your lap. the living room was quiet except for the constant noise of the heater and kuroo’s low breathing behind you as he leaned against the counter.
“I’ll always love you.”
“I know, kuroo. I love you too.”
he sighed, pulling out a barstool as you both sat in silence, looking at the muted television. looking, but not watching. the warm colors on the screen lit up the room and you could hear the whirring of his computer from his office. the atmosphere was almost comfortable. your grip on the quilt tightened with your throat. you hadn’t turned around once since he had entered the room, yet you could feel his gaze turn from the silent sitcom onto the back of your head. his pleading stare washed over you in waves. you stared straight ahead.
“are you…” he paused, searching for the perfect words, “sleeping in the bed tonight?”
he hadn’t found them.
“I don’t know, kuroo.”
he gulped, “right, okay.”
you reached for the remote and turned the volume up. you didn’t turn around once as you felt his presence disappear. you didn’t even turn around when you heard the bedroom door shut with a soft click. you swallowed your hiccups, clutching onto your soaked pillow. your eyes never left the screen as the warm colors bathed over you. the atmosphere was almost comfortable.
