BluePeach

THEIR S/O IS A SIMP

"WHY'RE YOU CRYING?" kenma softly asks, wiping away tears with his sleeve. the light glow of the T.V illuminating both of your faces, his concerned one and your watery smile plastered on your lips. you sniffle and shrug, averting your eyes sheepishly. "i dunno...you were just really sweet just now." kenma gave you a blank look, blinking for what seems like eternity. was this how low the bar has gotten? "all i did was ask if you wanted the sims." "'n i do! you read my mind!" kenma stumbles back against the couch, your arms laced around him while sitting in his lap. his cheeks warm and he rubs circles in your back like always, the feeling familiar yet foreign to him. how you loved him so much to shed tears over him would never fail to make his heart pound. "love you, ken." "i love you too. i'll buy you anything you want."

ANNOYINGLY (cute) THINGS THEY DO

YOU CAN'T HIDE ANYTHING FROM ATSUMU. any surprises are just things soon to be found out about by him. mainly because he knows you so well, he knows that you're hiding something just from the special look on your face and your eyes darting around. and because he hates surprises. he also can and will wrestle you to find out whatever you're hiding. why? "b'cus we're datin' and soon to be married! what's mine is yers and yers is mine and all that other bullshit!"

KAGEYAMA IS MORE PERSISTENT IN YOUR HEALTH THEN YOU ARE. there's no such thing as "ah, i'm not hungry i'll eat later," with him. he'll give you a side eye and shove a spoonful of his own food in your face. he also sees eating with you as a sacred time. so he'll 100% snatch your phone when you even take a tiny glance at it. "what's so good on here that you can't even look at me, huh?"

YOU BETTER HOPE YOUR BESTFRIEND IS FRIENDS WITH KUROO. if not... he'll see everything as a competition. he doesn't mean to, honestly! it starts off friendly like little quizzes to see who knows you better—your favorite slurpee combination, if you like being little spoon and big spoon, what your mom's middle name is— just stupid stuff like that. but when he loses, it's not so stupid anymore. "hm? it's not a competition? you're right, babe. it's a test and i'm gonna score higher than them."

YOU'RE CONVINCED YOUR MOM LOVES KITA MORE THAN YOU. the worst part? you jokingly bring it up to him, and he pats your head with a small smile. "your mother loves you very much." he didn't even deny it! you frown at him while he simply smiles, recalling a time when your mom made him a personalized bento while she gave you money to get a snack. a snack! "well, you come from your mother right? i assume it's only natural that she loves me too." "shinsuke!"

Atsumu is the type of boyfriend to kiss you all of the time. Even before you both get together, he loves kissing your hand, your arm, your fingertips, your cheek.

One day you ask him why.

You weren't complaining, just curious on the excessive amount of kisses.

And his cheeks turn pink, his hand moving to the back of his neck to scratch the skin sheepishly. His eyes dodge yours for a moment, his voice growing awful quiet for someone with his confidence.

"I didn' wanna embarrass you by sayin' I love ya' all th' time. Didn' want ya' to think I wasn't serious about ya'. And I didn' wanna push ya' if ya' weren't ready."

As much as you loved his kisses already, to find that every one was his silent expression of an 'I love you' made them even more important. And with every kiss, you would just give him that sweet smile of yours and say, "I love you too, 'Tsumu."