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a personal headcanon of mine — plant parent kageyama. it ties to a certain kageyama fic with mentions of “oddly intricate leaves”. this has no mention of reader until the little epilogue at the end. it’s just a little character-building thing. for extra information, check out this link after.
the first plants that kageyama ever had were an orange lily and a freesia, both given to him by oikawa for secret santa in his first year.
to oikawa, it was the personification of all the grudge he bore against kageyama, and his way of saying that he was the better setter, that he would always remain that.
to kageyama, it was a special gift from his setter-idol senior. and obviously, he had to take good care of it. and so began little tobio’s new after-practise routine — watering the freesia, pruning both plants and talking to them for a few minutes (he read somewhere that positive words can make plants grow better).
a few months after starting his new routine, his mom gifted him a little succulent for winning an important match. at this time, he still hadn’t realised that he liked taking care of the plants, so he went to miwa asking her if it was normal to be a little happier after getting the plant than he was for winning.
fast forward to the present day and his freesias and orange lilies are still in full bloom in their seasons and he still remains unaware of the original meaning behind the gift. he’s always mentally thanked oikawa for helping him figure out his love for plants (he used to think oikawa was a psychic for this for a good few weeks in the beginning), now being the caring plant parent for 20-odd plant children.
after you confessed to him, he immediately went out to get a new plant to add to his collection — a pretty primrose that all but paled in comparison to you that he tended to with the tenderest of touches and softest of words.
a personal headcanon of mine — plant parent kageyama. it ties to a certain kageyama fic with mentions of “oddly intricate leaves”. this has no mention of reader until the little epilogue at the end. it’s just a little character-building thing. for extra information, check out this link after.
the first plants that kageyama ever had were an orange lily and a freesia, both given to him by oikawa for secret santa in his first year.
to oikawa, it was the personification of all the grudge he bore against kageyama, and his way of saying that he was the better setter, that he would always remain that.
to kageyama, it was a special gift from his setter-idol senior. and obviously, he had to take good care of it. and so began little tobio’s new after-practise routine — watering the freesia, pruning both plants and talking to them for a few minutes (he read somewhere that positive words can make plants grow better).
a few months after starting his new routine, his mom gifted him a little succulent for winning an important match. at this time, he still hadn’t realised that he liked taking care of the plants, so he went to miwa asking her if it was normal to be a little happier after getting the plant than he was for winning.
fast forward to the present day and his freesias and orange lilies are still in full bloom in their seasons and he still remains unaware of the original meaning behind the gift. he’s always mentally thanked oikawa for helping him figure out his love for plants (he used to think oikawa was a psychic for this for a good few weeks in the beginning), now being the caring plant parent for 20-odd plant children.
after you confessed to him, he immediately went out to get a new plant to add to his collection — a pretty primrose that all but paled in comparison to you that he tended to with the tenderest of touches and softest of words.
a personal headcanon of mine — plant parent kageyama. it ties to a certain kageyama fic with mentions of “oddly intricate leaves”. this has no mention of reader until the little epilogue at the end. it’s just a little character-building thing. for extra information, check out this link after.
the first plants that kageyama ever had were an orange lily and a freesia, both given to him by oikawa for secret santa in his first year.
to oikawa, it was the personification of all the grudge he bore against kageyama, and his way of saying that he was the better setter, that he would always remain that.
to kageyama, it was a special gift from his setter-idol senior. and obviously, he had to take good care of it. and so began little tobio’s new after-practise routine — watering the freesia, pruning both plants and talking to them for a few minutes (he read somewhere that positive words can make plants grow better).
a few months after starting his new routine, his mom gifted him a little succulent for winning an important match. at this time, he still hadn’t realised that he liked taking care of the plants, so he went to miwa asking her if it was normal to be a little happier after getting the plant than he was for winning.
fast forward to the present day and his freesias and orange lilies are still in full bloom in their seasons and he still remains unaware of the original meaning behind the gift. he’s always mentally thanked oikawa for helping him figure out his love for plants (he used to think oikawa was a psychic for this for a good few weeks in the beginning), now being the caring plant parent for 20-odd plant children.
after you confessed to him, he immediately went out to get a new plant to add to his collection — a pretty primrose that all but paled in comparison to you that he tended to with the tenderest of touches and softest of words.
they say "chivalry is dead" but how could it be when kita is alive?
trained by his granny from a young age, kita has been raised as the man to defeat all men in regard to classiness.
he pulls your chair out for you not out of obligation, but with a deep-rooted respect for your presence. his genuine feelings pour out of his heart through his mouth as he compliments you on your work, your personality and your personal style, taking into account your likes and dislikes so he can always gift you things that match up with your interests and things that you've always wanted to give a try but have never uttered a word about aloud.
the very essence of chivalry resides in the way he always ensures to walk on the side of traffic and the way he holds doors open for not just you, but for anyone behind you. it's in the way he always quickly jogs up to an old person and helps them hold their bags or cross the road, the way he quickly offers his seat to anyone in need, the way he makes everyone he talks to feel heard in a way irreplicable by anyone else. it blooms just like the small bouquet of flowers he hands you, permeates the senses similar to the scent of the delicious sweet he gifts your family and shines bright like the stars in the sky as he carries a tipsy you home from the bar.
sakusa's like a magnet pulled towards anything worthy of even the littlest amounts of interest and his magpie boyfriend tendencies flare up and he just has to get you something every time he's out. it isn't always some grand gesture — actually, most of the time it's just something small and inexpensive, but things he thinks you'd like or need. like the new menu item he gets you from your favorite bakery, a cute keychain to replace the worn-down tassel from your purse, the bookmark with a funny picture on it. or the little piece of candy he slips into your lunchbox, the drink he hands you even when you said you didn't need anything, the flower that he pressed from your fourth date.
sakusa's also a magnet when it comes to your smile, pulled towards it with a force that can't be resisted. and he's just happy to give in to both forces — i mean, he gets to see your pretty smile when you're thanking him for getting you (another) gift.
no need to resist either pull ✓ happy s/o ✓
they say "chivalry is dead" but how could it be when kita is alive?
trained by his granny from a young age, kita has been raised as the man to defeat all men in regard to classiness.
he pulls your chair out for you not out of obligation, but with a deep-rooted respect for your presence. his genuine feelings pour out of his heart through his mouth as he compliments you on your work, your personality and your personal style, taking into account your likes and dislikes so he can always gift you things that match up with your interests and things that you've always wanted to give a try but have never uttered a word about aloud.
the very essence of chivalry resides in the way he always ensures to walk on the side of traffic and the way he holds doors open for not just you, but for anyone behind you. it's in the way he always quickly jogs up to an old person and helps them hold their bags or cross the road, the way he quickly offers his seat to anyone in need, the way he makes everyone he talks to feel heard in a way irreplicable by anyone else. it blooms just like the small bouquet of flowers he hands you, permeates the senses similar to the scent of the delicious sweet he gifts your family and shines bright like the stars in the sky as he carries a tipsy you home from the bar.
they say "chivalry is dead" but how could it be when kita is alive?
trained by his granny from a young age, kita has been raised as the man to defeat all men in regard to classiness.
he pulls your chair out for you not out of obligation, but with a deep-rooted respect for your presence. his genuine feelings pour out of his heart through his mouth as he compliments you on your work, your personality and your personal style, taking into account your likes and dislikes so he can always gift you things that match up with your interests and things that you've always wanted to give a try but have never uttered a word about aloud.
the very essence of chivalry resides in the way he always ensures to walk on the side of traffic and the way he holds doors open for not just you, but for anyone behind you. it's in the way he always quickly jogs up to an old person and helps them hold their bags or cross the road, the way he quickly offers his seat to anyone in need, the way he makes everyone he talks to feel heard in a way irreplicable by anyone else. it blooms just like the small bouquet of flowers he hands you, permeates the senses similar to the scent of the delicious sweet he gifts your family and shines bright like the stars in the sky as he carries a tipsy you home from the bar.
something akaashi likes doing when you're both free are your chores. i know, i know, it seems kinda stupid especially because why not just... relax?? with each other?? but you are with each other. in the quiet rhythm of folding laundry or the loud hum of the vacuum, you are together — find solace in the other's presence. as you scrub away at the dishes, you wash off all the bad things of the day as you rant to him about some annoying thing your seatmate did, then sparkle as bright as the now-clean dishes hearing akaashi talk about the cute cat he saw.
sometimes, music from your shared playlist replaces the phone. and sometimes, the music takes over and impromptu dances together replace the now-forgotten chore.
by that, i don't mean just words of affirmation, adoration, or the like. sure, he's incredibly vocal about his love for you, calling you by the most annoying yet tooth-rottingly sweet nicknames (like sugarplum, honeybun, cupcake, snickerdoodle cookie, pumpkin, shortcake.... i'm sensing a pattern here...) just to — with a completely straight face — tell you how much he adores you and how absolutely perfect you look and how lucky he is to have you in the most embarrassingly adorable way possible (it always leaves you burning red hot in the end and infuriated by his stupid little handsome face not even being affected)
by that, i mean just talking to you in general. he's always put up a front for everyone else so that they can't see how he really feels or get any sense of his real thoughts. but when he's with you, all his walls fall down and leave him bare to your soul. complete authenticity fills every word that leaves his mouth because he knows he can trust you with his life and he knows that you will still care for him regardless of him being "perfect". the moments he talks to you are the moments he feels the most sincere love for you for accepting him as is and allowing him to feel freer than ever. he'd tell you about the mundane details of his day — how heavy the traffic was, the little kid who accidentally hit her own head with her slinky spring, the stupid things he overheard a group of teens talk about — just so he has another reason to speak to you.
inspired by a tumblr post my friend sent me a pic of.
something akaashi likes doing when you're both free are your chores. i know, i know, it seems kinda stupid especially because why not just... relax?? with each other?? but you are with each other. in the quiet rhythm of folding laundry or the loud hum of the vacuum, you are together — find solace in the other's presence. as you scrub away at the dishes, you wash off all the bad things of the day as you rant to him about some annoying thing your seatmate did, then sparkle as bright as the now-clean dishes hearing akaashi talk about the cute cat he saw.
sometimes, music from your shared playlist replaces the phone. and sometimes, the music takes over and impromptu dances together replace the now-forgotten chore.
something akaashi likes doing when you're both free are your chores. i know, i know, it seems kinda stupid especially because why not just... relax?? with each other?? but you are with each other. in the quiet rhythm of folding laundry or the loud hum of the vacuum, you are together — find solace in the other's presence. as you scrub away at the dishes, you wash off all the bad things of the day as you rant to him about some annoying thing your seatmate did, then sparkle as bright as the now-clean dishes hearing akaashi talk about the cute cat he saw.
sometimes, music from your shared playlist replaces the phone. and sometimes, the music takes over and impromptu dances together replace the now-forgotten chore.
pairing: kageyama x gn! reader
word count: 571 words
genre: fluff
content warnings: none, just pure fluff
a/n: i got this idea like a week ago when listening to bad romance of all things.
“your homework for this weekend is to finish the rest of the problems on this exercise. class dismissed.”
the classroom fills with the sounds of groans and chatter the instant the door closes. you wave a little goodbye to your seat-mate kageyama as he, like a few others, leaves the room almost immediately to use the washroom, grab a snack or drink, or move to their next classes.
you let out a sigh as you close your books. this weekend was turning out to be another boring one, with just stupid math problems and the rest of your english paper to keep you company. you stretched for a quick second before you spot something in your periphery.
a sheet of paper on the floor near his desk with some writing on it.
now, you weren’t normally the type to snoop on someone’s personal belongings, but you had to see if he needed it since his other things were already with him. so, you squint at it, hoping to see some math formula and hoping to catch a few more minutes with him.
no equations on the paper. instead, the entire sheet was doodled on. little lopsided hearts, flowers with surprisingly intricate leaves and scribbles of both your names littered the page, alongside the occasional number.
you let out a gasp, warmth rushing into your cheeks. you quickly pull up the paper, looking through it for a second time, praying you weren’t hallucinating. “right,” you said after pinching your hand, your voice oddly high-pitched. you took in a shaky breath, trying to calm your pounding heart. “right.”
you giggle as kageyama lets out a noise of surprise as you tapped on his shoulder. knowing kageyama, you had reasoned that he’d be at the vending machines.
“fancy seeing you here, seat-mate,” you smile cheekily at him. you hope that that would mask some of the color probably still on your face.
kageyama narrows his eyes slightly. “you followed me here.”
you roll your eyes at him, your left arm moving in a dismissive gesture, “to-may-to, to-mah-to. anyway, a little birdie told me something very interesting.”
“birds ca-“ he cut himself off instantly, frowning. “(name), what are you talking about?”
“w-well,” you start, “it may have something to do with you. and your heart.” you see him cock his head, confused.
“my… heart?”
the light pink on his face increases in brightness. you take that as a confirmation of your suspicions, “i’ll get straight to it. do you have a crush on me?”
“h-h-how did y-you-“
you present the sheet of paper, now neatly folded. recognition paints his face a bright shade of red as his eyes widen beyond belief and he’s frozen in place. you pick up his hand for him and close his fingers around the paper now in his hands. he involuntarily shivers as you gently graze your thumb over his palm.
“i’d… read that soon if i were you,” you whisper. you watch as kageyama finally moves his gaze away from his fingers, onto you, before quickly turning to face anywhere but you as he nods dumbly. you internally coo at how absolutely adorable he looks with his big blue eyes and scarlet face and ears.
his shock makes it easier for you as you pull him towards you, until your lips and his ears are at level. “if any of that didn’t make it clear, i like you.”
oikawa tooru has an insane sweet tooth and it shows. his favorite food is the shokupan (tl: milk bread) that he gets from the convenience store down the block, he runs a popular blog ranking different candy and chocolate brands, he can easily tell you the recipe for almost any dessert (although he has a terrible track record in the kitchen, he is essential while you make any sugary delight) and most of the nicknames he uses for you are... dessert-themed.
it was cute at first — did it leave you flustered? yes. but did you also appreciate the cuteness factor? a little more than you'd care to admit. but it did grow a little.. annoying from its over-use and you were honestly confused as to why he moved onto that from the more normal nicknames like babe and honey to... that. and when you ask him about it, he just laughs.
"well, i love sweets. and i love you."
he probably agrees to tone it down a notch after you recover and ask him. incorporates the classic "angel"s and "baby"s and "darling"s now and stops calling you "shnookums" because you asked him to. well... unless he wants to annoy you and grab you attention ;)
pairing: kageyama x gn! reader
word count: 571 words
genre: fluff
content warnings: none, just pure fluff
a/n: i got this idea like a week ago when listening to bad romance of all things.
“your homework for this weekend is to finish the rest of the problems on this exercise. class dismissed.”
the classroom fills with the sounds of groans and chatter the instant the door closes. you wave a little goodbye to your seat-mate kageyama as he, like a few others, leaves the room almost immediately to use the washroom, grab a snack or drink, or move to their next classes.
you let out a sigh as you close your books. this weekend was turning out to be another boring one, with just stupid math problems and the rest of your english paper to keep you company. you stretched for a quick second before you spot something in your periphery.
a sheet of paper on the floor near his desk with some writing on it.
now, you weren’t normally the type to snoop on someone’s personal belongings, but you had to see if he needed it since his other things were already with him. so, you squint at it, hoping to see some math formula and hoping to catch a few more minutes with him.
no equations on the paper. instead, the entire sheet was doodled on. little lopsided hearts, flowers with surprisingly intricate leaves and scribbles of both your names littered the page, alongside the occasional number.
you let out a gasp, warmth rushing into your cheeks. you quickly pull up the paper, looking through it for a second time, praying you weren’t hallucinating. “right,” you said after pinching your hand, your voice oddly high-pitched. you took in a shaky breath, trying to calm your pounding heart. “right.”
you giggle as kageyama lets out a noise of surprise as you tapped on his shoulder. knowing kageyama, you had reasoned that he’d be at the vending machines.
“fancy seeing you here, seat-mate,” you smile cheekily at him. you hope that that would mask some of the color probably still on your face.
kageyama narrows his eyes slightly. “you followed me here.”
you roll your eyes at him, your left arm moving in a dismissive gesture, “to-may-to, to-mah-to. anyway, a little birdie told me something very interesting.”
“birds ca-“ he cut himself off instantly, frowning. “(name), what are you talking about?”
“w-well,” you start, “it may have something to do with you. and your heart.” you see him cock his head, confused.
“my… heart?”
the light pink on his face increases in brightness. you take that as a confirmation of your suspicions, “i’ll get straight to it. do you have a crush on me?”
“h-h-how did y-you-“
you present the sheet of paper, now neatly folded. recognition paints his face a bright shade of red as his eyes widen beyond belief and he’s frozen in place. you pick up his hand for him and close his fingers around the paper now in his hands. he involuntarily shivers as you gently graze your thumb over his palm.
“i’d… read that soon if i were you,” you whisper. you watch as kageyama finally moves his gaze away from his fingers, onto you, before quickly turning to face anywhere but you as he nods dumbly. you internally coo at how absolutely adorable he looks with his big blue eyes and scarlet face and ears.
his shock makes it easier for you as you pull him towards you, until your lips and his ears are at level. “if any of that didn’t make it clear, i like you.”
pairing: kageyama x gn! reader
word count: 571 words
genre: fluff
content warnings: none, just pure fluff
a/n: i got this idea like a week ago when listening to bad romance of all things.
“your homework for this weekend is to finish the rest of the problems on this exercise. class dismissed.”
the classroom fills with the sounds of groans and chatter the instant the door closes. you wave a little goodbye to your seat-mate kageyama as he, like a few others, leaves the room almost immediately to use the washroom, grab a snack or drink, or move to their next classes.
you let out a sigh as you close your books. this weekend was turning out to be another boring one, with just stupid math problems and the rest of your english paper to keep you company. you stretched for a quick second before you spot something in your periphery.
a sheet of paper on the floor near his desk with some writing on it.
now, you weren’t normally the type to snoop on someone’s personal belongings, but you had to see if he needed it since his other things were already with him. so, you squint at it, hoping to see some math formula and hoping to catch a few more minutes with him.
no equations on the paper. instead, the entire sheet was doodled on. little lopsided hearts, flowers with surprisingly intricate leaves and scribbles of both your names littered the page, alongside the occasional number.
you let out a gasp, warmth rushing into your cheeks. you quickly pull up the paper, looking through it for a second time, praying you weren’t hallucinating. “right,” you said after pinching your hand, your voice oddly high-pitched. you took in a shaky breath, trying to calm your pounding heart. “right.”
you giggle as kageyama lets out a noise of surprise as you tapped on his shoulder. knowing kageyama, you had reasoned that he’d be at the vending machines.
“fancy seeing you here, seat-mate,” you smile cheekily at him. you hope that that would mask some of the color probably still on your face.
kageyama narrows his eyes slightly. “you followed me here.”
you roll your eyes at him, your left arm moving in a dismissive gesture, “to-may-to, to-mah-to. anyway, a little birdie told me something very interesting.”
“birds ca-“ he cut himself off instantly, frowning. “(name), what are you talking about?”
“w-well,” you start, “it may have something to do with you. and your heart.” you see him cock his head, confused.
“my… heart?”
the light pink on his face increases in brightness. you take that as a confirmation of your suspicions, “i’ll get straight to it. do you have a crush on me?”
“h-h-how did y-you-“
you present the sheet of paper, now neatly folded. recognition paints his face a bright shade of red as his eyes widen beyond belief and he’s frozen in place. you pick up his hand for him and close his fingers around the paper now in his hands. he involuntarily shivers as you gently graze your thumb over his palm.
“i’d… read that soon if i were you,” you whisper. you watch as kageyama finally moves his gaze away from his fingers, onto you, before quickly turning to face anywhere but you as he nods dumbly. you internally coo at how absolutely adorable he looks with his big blue eyes and scarlet face and ears.
his shock makes it easier for you as you pull him towards you, until your lips and his ears are at level. “if any of that didn’t make it clear, i like you.”
