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i'm lovesick, and i'm a fool.

a/n: i just think that miya osamu

content: angst, fluff

word count: 2.1k+

[ osamu x reader ]

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Osamu’s love language is acts of service.

“He’s like an old man,” Atsumu told you once, way in the beginning, when you and Osamu were still young and naïve and innocently infatuated. “If you get mad at him, he’ll try and offer you food later as an apology.”

“Does he ever actually…apologize?”

Atsumu laughed at you. “Nope. He says sorry in complete silence. That’s just how Samu is.”

[10:01pm]

There has always been something there.

Aside from the obvious fact that Kuroo Tetsuro is strikingly handsome, a different type of synergy has pulsated between the two of you. 

It’s the accumulation of a hundred tiny details: leaning over his shoulder to look at this laptop, fingertips brushing as you take a coffee from his hand, bumping against his shoulder; him nudging your ankle with his foot, him leaning down to hear you better, him winking after dropping off some files at your desk. 

It’s a healthy rivalry born through figuring out the best graph, the best proposal, the best marketing strategy. Long nights in your adjoining cubicles leading to smartass jabs to genuine tips. Later, it turns to throwing paper airplanes through the spaces between your offices, many landing in the hallway or bumping into glass windows. 

….I love this…..

CAN WE ALWAYS BE THIS CLOSE?—KUROO TETSUROU

𖧵 possessive!kuroo x reader 𖧵 kuroo wants your sights set only on him 𖧵 fluff; inspired by lover - taylor swift and my convo w/ @mrskenmakozume 𖧵 happy birthday, sissy @fluffy-mayarii ♡ & @augustinewrites simple pleasures collab

It was Kuroo's 6th popsicle and 4th towel already. He leaned his head back and complained, "It's so hot!" Then all of a sudden, his eyes widened as if a bright idea entered his mind. "Let's go to the beach!" He said, ecstatically.

You froze, momentarily. You weren't quite a fan of the beaches. Letting your phone down, you turned your attention to him. "Hmmm..." You tapped your chin, giving the impression that you were giving it a thought. "I think it's a great idea."

"Really?" He excitedly reacted, sitting upright.

You nodded your head in agreement and lobbied, saying, "Yeah, you'll be able to eye pretty girls there in their two-piece swimsuits."

His eyes widened for a brief moment and rubbed the back of his neck. "Th-That's-"

"It's alright. I understand."

"Huh? You do?" He questioned as if not believing you.

"Yeah," you said, nonchalantly. "While you do that, I'll watch some hot guys out there with smoldering abs at the same time. Oh! How 'bout we go to Hawaii. I've heard there are some hot Aussie guys there."

Tetsu bit the inside of his lower-lip, seething. "What do you mean? Are my abs not good enough for you?" He complained with a heavy and pouty tone.

WHEN HE FINDS OUT YOU HAD A CRUSH ON HIM IN MIDDLE SCHOOL

⇢ iwaizumi hajime, oikawa toru, miya atsumu, kuroo tetsuro, kita shinsuke, sakusa kiyoomi

ʚɞ IWAIZUMI Hajime | was not impressed by the way you glared at your friend for her little slip-up. he frowns when your friend glances at you nervously, a thousand “sorries” in her eyes. “I’ll, uh, leave you two alone.” she scurries away before you could protest. the silence settled uncomfortably before Iwaizumi clears his throat, “is it true?” he asks gruffly, almost as if he were angry. “yeah, it’s true. I did have a crush on you back in eighth grade. but that was like a thousand years ago.” “why didn’t you say anything?!” the force in his tone was surprising. you look at him in shock and he turns away embarrassed, mumbling a soft “I liked you too…”. his unexpected confession gave you courage, “I mean, I still like you.” it was his turn to be shocked but he’s not about to miss this opportunity again. “I still like you too,” he finally smiles, “can I ask you out on a date?” “thought you’d never ask.”

ʚɞ OIKAWA Toru | sits there, grinning as if he were tipsy, though the only liquid he consumed tonight were water. he leans back against the sofa, enjoying the way you hid your face in your palms. your reaction made it so hard for him not to tease you. “awwww princess, you just had a little wittle crush on me back in middle school. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. everyone had a crush on me back then.” you glared at makki, who held up his hand in defeat, mouthing a tiny “sorry, dude”, before glaring at Oikawa, not wanting to inflate his ego any more. Oikawa laughs before scooting over closer to you, his hands finding yours, tracing small circles on them. “everyone had a crush on me, but you’re the only one I had a crush on and you’re the only one who stole my heart,” he whispers against your ears, “and you know what? I don’t think I’ll ask you to return it.” he leans back and laughs again as you hid your face in his shoulders, heart swelling at his words.

ʚɞ MIYA Atsumu has been bothering you for the past thirty minutes after your friend accidentally revealed you had a crush on a certain miya back in the sixth grade. “I knew it, y/n. I just know it from the way yer keeping it a secret.” he points an accusing finger at you. “ya had a crush on samu, didn’t ya! s’okay to admit,” he puts on a bright smile, though the hurt behind his eyes were painstakingly obvious. you finally give into this persistent tactic of bothering you. “No tsumu, I did not have a crush on samu! The miya she was referring to was YOU, you idiot. now, will you let me read my book in peace?” you turn your attention back to the novel in front before it was ripped out from your hands. “what! I’ve told you it was you, what else do you want from me?” “I want yer cuddles.” you open your arms as he enthusiastically falls into them. “can I read my book after we’re done?” “only if ya read it to me.”

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[6:31 P.M.]

“just one kiss.”

“one kiss-! bokuto, you’re crazy,” you hiss, hoping no one’s noticing your private conversation amidst the family barbecue. just to check, you peer over the taller man’s slightly hunched shoulders, catching eye contact with one of his aunties and grinning her way when she waves. only does the brightness in your eyes dull when you meet bokuto’s panicked ones.

“my sisters, the cousins-” he pauses to fling his arm in the direction of where his younger family members are, lounging in lawn chairs as they discuss school and their early jobs. “they don’t believe we’re dating!”

“and that’s my problem?” you frown, anxiety creeping into your belly at the mere thought of having an audience for a kiss that won’t even be real!

“our problem, y/n,” bokuto whines, visibly straining as he attempts to chip at your stubborn wall. “the favor was that you be my date to the family barbecue, pretending to be my girlfriend. well, we’ve got family who don’t believe it!”

“you didn’t mention i’d have to kiss you!“ you retaliate, peeking over at his cousins who’re staring rather skeptically, maybe even amused, at the two of you. it’d be a lie if you said they were totally buying your relationship.

to be fair, the way you both announced it was a little suspicious. just a few weeks earlier one of bokuto’s aunts offered to set him up with one of her employees his age to which he, in a panic, begged you to attend his family gathering to decline that. he hoped that in showing you off as his, they’d finally get off his back about having a significant other.

and it worked! … for some members of his family.

his older relatives only had to see your smiling face and holding hands to receive the memo and approve of his relationship.

his sisters and cousins? they’re not too easily swayed.

“isn’t it a bit convenient you announce your relationship just a week after auntie wanted to set you up with someone?” a cousin asked, amused grin adorning his face.

“yeah!” his older sister had chimed. “how dare you keep you and y/n’s status for so long!”

meanwhile, his other sister grumbled to herself in agreement, claiming that all this time while she thought you were just friends, you were supposed lovers?

“why is it such a big deal?” bokuto asks, genuinely curious, tilting his head slightly as his eyes widen in wonder.

the fact that he has to ask that, alluding he doesn’t think it such a big deal, makes you more embarrassed.

“because it is!” you huff, keeping your face straight so the rest of his family don’t sense your wary expression. “you don’t just kiss anyone!”

“you’ve kissed akaashi’s cheek when he was being asked out by that girl he wasn’t into! how’s that different?”

when they knew they had to marry you

note: please god i just want a boyfriend

content warnings: mentions of drugs & alcohol in sunas

iwaizumi, ushijima, hoshiumi, osamu, atsumu, and suna x gn reader

iwaizumi

when his eyes meet yours after he exited the passenger exit bridge. he dropped his suitcase in awe, because it was you. you were there, in person. for the first time in four years, he was seeing you in person, not over a computer screen. his eyes watered as you ran up to him, throwing yourself in his arms, your face in his neck, peppering it with kisses.

'i missed you so much haji', you sobbed into his chest, arms around his waist.

'i'm never leaving you again baby'

ushijima

Getting caught kissing Haikyuu!! middle blockers

Getting caught smoochin’ some middle blockers

A wonderful request from anon!

I got soooo carried away and this turned into relationship reveals also so if that’s not what you wanted I’m so sorry  :,) I also only wrote for characters I was confident for, so if you wanted someone else feel free to ask again and I'll try my best!

cw: fluff, established relationship, kissing, manager reader, gn reader

characters: tsukishima, kuroo, suna

wc: 1.3k

one day

notes: mercenary!suna (1.5k words)

warnings: none

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you can’t remember the last time you saw suna or saw anyone for that matter. the loneliness is crushing: you wake up every day hoping he’ll show up. he’s the only one that knows you’re here, hidden away from the rest of the kingdom to keep your life safe. to keep your life secret.

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚) 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔

Bokuto knows that he talks a lot; it's something that he can't control, and he wasn't able to change it even if he wanted.

He has experience way too many times that whenever he was excitingly telling a story, the other person doesn’t look half as interested as he is; sometimes they aren’t even listening to him or straight up tell him to shut up for a minute. Whenever that happens, he just slowly stays quiet and loses any motivation to continue talking, and he can’t help to think that most people find him annoying.

One day he was telling you about a volleyball match that you couldn’t go, and he was more than happy to tell you about it with all the details and sound effects possible. And even though you sometimes didn’t understand the technical details he was explaining, you were more than happy to see him talk about something he loves.

He was was telling you about a move that Atsumu did when he realized that you weren’t saying anything; and suddenly those memories came back, making him worry about boring you. He didn’t want you to be annoyed at him, and he knew that you were too nice to tell him to shut up. He looked at you with an apologetic smile

“Sorry, I talk too much, huh?” he mutters quietly, his eyes looking to the ground. He didn’t want to look disappointed, but he was pretty easy to read.

“What? No, no. keep going. So Atsumu send it a bit higher?” you asked, making him look at you quickly. He wasn’t expecting finding you with shining eyes and a smile, encouraging him to continue.

That made his heart beat faster; it wasn’t that you weren’t interested, you just were really invested in him and his story. He was so happy that he could talk to you so freely without any fear that you might get annoyed.

“Ah yes! He sent it a bit higher, and I barely was able to…”

Oikawa has always been insecure; is not something that he can particularly control since he grew up believing that he wasn’t enough, always feeling that his hard work will never be enough to compensate the raw talent of others.

Now, years later, he's much less insecure than his teenage self, but sometimes it unconsciously transfers in the relationship. He knows you love him, but you always notice how he hugs you a bit tighter at night or when he’s around some people he doesn’t like.

You two were at a tournament in Japan, he was getting ready for the match when he saw you talking to two people from the opposite team, Miya and Suna according to their jerseys. He knew that you probably knew them from your school days, but he can’t help to feel a little unsettled when he sees you laughing so comfortably with them. Since the match was starting soon, he decided to go to you, hearing part of your conversation with those two.

“Sunarin and I are going to beat yer ass today, ya traitor” says Atsumu ruffling your hair playfully while you hug Suna

“Ya wish, should I remember ya which team won last time?”

“Well, I’m starting today, I’m the second-best setter in Japan, yer boyfriend of yers can’t compared” says teasingly; however, Oikawa didn’t knew that, his small insecurities starting to spark up the closer he gets.

“Ya wish, he’s the best in Argentina. I’ll bet money that he’s better than ya” you say winking at the Japanese setter. At thise words Oikawa stops; he knew that you always have supported him, you literally went to Argentina with him, but hearing you saying it so directly and confident makes him so unbelievably happy.

He was so deep un thought that he didn’t realize that you were in front of him.

“Toru? You okay, babe?”

“Perfectly fine” says hugging you tighter.  

Sakusa was told all his life how difficult he was, how hard it was to approach him, how mean he was to everyone, being told that he was a germaphobic even though he wasn't; all of that because he likes things done in a certain way and he tries his best to be comfortable. Those words have chase him all his life, and despite not understanding why he was labeled like that, a part of him believe it was true.

You two are in a small hangout with the whole team celebrating their win when Sakusa excuse himself to go to the bathroom. To be honest, the only reason he accepted coming here was because he wanted you to relax after working so hard; and he knew that you like spending time with his team, much to his dismay.

“Dontcha get sad that Omi-kun doesn’t hug ya or kiss ya that much?” says Atsumu a little tipsy just when Sakusa was coming back. As much as his rational side knew that you love him -you wouldn’t be with him otherwise- he can’t help to wonder if you’re annoyed by those things.

“I don’t need him to be all over me to know that he loves me Tsum”

“But isn’t it hard to be his partner? I mean, he has so many… quirks to deal with”

“I don’t think they’re that weird though, he just likes everything to be clean, which is good. I love him lots, I don’t mind changing part of my routine to make him comfortable, he does the same for me” you say normally. He's thankful that he has his mask on, he can feel himself blushing slightly by your words. He never really expected to find someone that accepted him so easily, he never expected to feel so loved.

“So cheesy Yn”

“This is why you’re single Miya” says coming behind you, an arm dropping through your shoulders “Want to go home love? It’s getting late”

“Sure” you say standing up and saying bye to the rest of the team. He can’t help to squeeze your hand tightly hoping that you somehow know how much he loves you.

@crystal-lilac

chaotic mornings with husband atsumu <3

content: fem!reader, married life, domestic, fluffy, timeskip!atsumu, lazy ‘tsumu who just wants to stay home and cuddle you

7:00 AM

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atsumu wakes up to the sound of his alarm. he forced his eyes to open to search for his phone, getting greeted with practice at 9AM written on the alarm label. he stretched his arms out and reached over to your sleeping frame, only to be met with a pillow. he groans at the thought of no morning cuddles and got up to start his day. and to get his morning cuddles.

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you hum a song that’s been stuck in your head while you prepare breakfast and your husband’s lunch for practice, preparing his bento box while the dumplings are steaming. you glance at the clock that read 7:40 AM, you wonder if he’s already ready for practice at this time. speaking of atsumu he walks over to you with his arms open, catching you in his embrace as he takes in the delicious aroma of the food you have prepared.

“good morning to you, ‘tsumu.” you lightly chuckle, placing a kiss on his jaw, fixing his jacket

“g’morning my lovely wife.” he kisses your cheek and gives your head little pats

“cmon let’s eat breakfast.”

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8:25 AM

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atsumu is supposed to be on his way to practice at this time, but he chose to ignore his teammate’s missed calls about him being late for warm-up.

sitting on the couch with his jacket and bag thrown to the floor, his arms tangled around your waist, no sign of him letting go of you. atsumu protested

“but i want yer cuddles!” atsumu whined in your neck, stuck in his tight embrace

“you’re late ‘tsumu, your coach will get mad!” you tried your best to pull him away but his strong arms won’t be budge

atsumu fake cries while you scold him like a child who doesn’t want to go to school.

“atsumu you’re being dramatic. practice only lasts 4 hours and you’ll be home by then!”

“that’s too long!” he nuzzles his face closer to your neck

“i’ll give you all the cuddles you want when you get home.”

“promise?” “promise.”

“noW GET TO PRACTICE!”

it was already 9:10 when he arrived, missing the whole warm-up.

©𝗸𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗵𝗶𝗲

-ˏˋ meet cute w/ bokuto ˊˎ-

bokuto was having a rough game. his hits weren’t landing, his serves were being easily received, and he even shanked a pass. anyone would be in their head about a performance like that. that being said, bokuto was deep into one of his emo modes. akaashi had tried everything to help him, but nothing was working.

you had no stakes in the game that was going on; you were there for nekoma and they didn’t play until after this match. but you were still on the edge of your seat watch the two random teams. you were cheering on the yellow and black team, which you had learned was fukurodani. maybe it was because they were a more offensive team. maybe it was because their student section was louder. or maybe it was because of their cute outside hitter. their cute outside hitter who was currently not doing too hot.

it was bokutos turn to serve. you were really hoping he got this point because if he did, fukurodani would only need one more point to win. when the up official blew his whistle, bokuto threw the ball into the air, started his approach, and hit it as hard as he could.

into the opposite wall of the gym.

you were so caught up in the game that you didn’t notice you had yelled until it was too late. a disappointed “come on!” filled the rather quiet gym. once you realized what had just happened, you froze. your eyes locked with bokuto’s, and you expected him to do something back to you. yell at you, flip you off, roll his eyes, anything. instead, he gave you one of the biggest smiles you had ever seen.

he held eye contact for a few more seconds, then turned to his setter. he said something that seemingly confused him, then got ready for the game to continue. the other team served and fukurodani received it. the blockers hadn’t been very focused on bokuto since he got into his funk, so bokuto had a clear shot in front of his as he jumped. akaashi set him up and bokuto got an easy kill.

after scoring, his teammates went crazy. not only was it a really good hit, but they finally had their ace back. however, bokuto didn’t join them. he found you in the crowd and pointed directly at you, giving you the same smile he had before. you couldn’t help but smile back.

he scored the winning point after that, pointing at you once again. you couldn’t tell if he meant it as “this one’s for you” or “suck it.” but you didn’t really care, you got to see his smile either way.

the game finished and bokuto was determined to find you. he looked in the stand, the line for concession, he almost checked the bathroom. just as he was starting to give up, he noticed you talking to kuroo. he thanked the universe for giving him such an easy excuse to talk to you, and walked up to his friend.

“kuroo!” he called out, his loud voice startling others around him. kuroo rolled his eyes playfully before turning away from you. “what do you want bokuto?”

“i just wanted to wish you good luck bro! you know, if you win you get to play us,” bokuto elbowed him while moving his eyebrows up and down.

“i didn’t know you wanted to lose today so bad,” kuroo teased, to which bokuto scoffed. “we’ve beat you in every set so far this season.”

kuroo may have responded, but bokuto didn’t care. he was sick of stalling. he pretended to just notice you. he gave you a knowing smirk and asked kuroo “who’s your friend?”, never taking his eyes away from yours.

“my names y/n” you smiled nervously up at him. you were so scared that he was going to call you out on what happened earlier.

“y/n” he repeated your name, and you really liked the way it sounded coming from him. you started to apologize for what happened earlier, but were cut off.

“are you staying to watch kuroo?” maybe you were imagining it, but he sounded hopeful. you nodded up at him.

“you wanna sit together?”

you were taken aback. you were debating between sitting with your friends or the hot ace when he pouted down at you.

“please?”

that sold it. “sure.”

it was a simple reply, but it was enough to make bokuto excited. he turned away from you and fist pumped. kuroo, who you both had forgotten was there, hunched over laughing. bokuto turned back around and blushed. he held out his hand and you grabbed it, letting him drag you to the so-called “best seats in the house.

and after that day, you continued to let him drag you everywhere. and you never regretted letting your competitive side get the best of you and yelling at some hot volleyball player over a simple mistake.

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So cute ☺️

How they cope with your death - Atsumu, Bokuto, Osamu and Sakusa

a/n : I am forcing you to suffer with me warning : major character death, alcohol in Sakusa’s info : pure raw angst, all characters are in their timeskip listen to : When she loved me or Someone like you

Atsumu doesn’t sleep. It’s has he’s made himself how to. Whenever he closes his eyes, all he sees is your dead body on the hospital bed. Thus why he finds himself staying into the late hours of the night in the gym, practicing until he physically cannot stand anymore. Sleeping would only be a reminder that you’re dead. Everywhere he goes, he feels the looks of pity people give him as they look at the bags under his eyes. His brother and teammates tried everything to make him sleep. They know how he feels, but they just can’t let him kill himself this way or in any way. They once got lucky enough to put him to sleep for a few hours after putting a sleeping pill in his food. But they soon realized how cruel it was when they saw him tossing and turning in his sleep, muttering your name and sobbing for you to come back. No one knows when the nightmares will stop. They just have to keep hoping they’ll end soon.

Bokuto stopped smiling and laughing. Colours don’t seem as bright anymore. For him, the once clear and azure skies are now gray and dull. No one has hear his loud laugh in months and people keep thinking that maybe he forgot how to smile. And maybe he did. You were his main source of joy. You were his pillar and now, it’s broken. His days are the same. They used to be fun and special when you were there. But for the past few months, they’ve only been a routine which he despises. Bokuto wants to remember what being happy feels like again. He wants to remember how it was to have this pang of excitement in him whenever he’d spike a ball. Yet he knows deep down that he’ll never truly able to feel that way ever again as long as you’re not by his side.

Sakusa has lost himself. The house you used to share a few months ago is now disorganized compared to what it used to be. The once clean floors are now under empty beer bottles. His shelves are dusty and the dishes in the sink is overflowing. The bed hasn’t been made for weeks and the sheets haven’t been washed in the same time period. He had also shut people out of his life. He doesn’t bother to respond to his friends and family anymore. And if he does, it’s because he snapped. Komori, Bokuto, Atsumu and Hinata are the only ones trying to visiting him. He always locks the door though which makes the four boys unable to comfort their friend. Sakusa spends most of his nights sobbing into your pillow who’s sent had been wash away after being multiple months without its owner. Crying himself to sleep is part of the daily for him now. He misses you. He misses you so much that he forgot who he used to be before you left.

Osamu never gets out of the denial stage. He pretends you never died, that the car crash never happened. He still does the same things he used to do when you were there. Bringing onigiris home after work because he “accidentally” made too much. Serving an extra plate before eating. Sleeping on the left side of the bed because he knew you liked the right one more. Watching your favourite shows the weekends while putting an arm around what should be you but instead is meet with the cold couch. He knows what he’s doing. He knows that it just hurts him more. But he thinks its the best way to kill the pain away. His brother and Suna tried to make him face the reality of things. But all that happened was Osamu screaming back them, telling them that they were blind, that you were right here. They stopped trying after a few months. Atsumu has even stopped seeing his brother altogether. It’s painful to see him that way, he can’t bare it. It’s after all Osamu’s choice to live that way, to live thinking you were still alive.

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“when are you gonna join me in bed princess? i'm tired 'n i want cuddles.” atsumu whines as you change into your sleepwear, fresh out of the shower. you look over and smile fondly at him; he lay on the bed, his arms and legs splayed out on the white sheets, his head thrown back on the pillows as he turns to look at you with those hooded chocolate eyes.

“patience sweetheart, i gotta do my skincare first.” you waved a hand at him as you padded back into the still steamy bathroom, and the smile on your lips only grew as you heard a familiar small huff from behind you.

you splash water in your face and reach for the face cleanser, right where you always leave it. going through the motions, you revel in the small moment you have for yourself, even if its just simply washing your face. as you pat your face dry, you hear atsumu’s familiar footsteps approaching. taking your time to properly dry your face and neck, you glance over to see your lover leaning on the doorway, observing you with a smile- not one of his usual knee-weakening smirks, but a rarer, more intimate smile of adoration.

sleeping next to kuroo is a trap.

he’s never been a morning person—never claimed to be, really—but it’s not until you’re pulling his hands off your waist and letting the sheets slip from your legs that you truly understand how severe it is.

“stay,” he murmurs, a soft little sound that spills across the sheets. “just for a little while.”

and truthfully ’a little while’ sounds terribly appealing. the idea of staying here—of falling back to the mattress, coaxed by the vibration of sleep in his throat and the warmth of his hands and the ache of the morning sun—you’re more than tempted.

but you know better than to tell him that.

“i gotta get up.” you stretch over his shoulder to glance at the time, sighing as his arm reaches towards you. “and you do too, idiot. we’re gonna be late.”

he shakes his head, nose brushing the pillow, the flush of morning still heavy on his cheeks.

“i’ll get ready so fast,” he hums.

“and what about me?”

“you’ll be even faster, obviously.” you raise a brow in his direction, swatting his hand away as it nears your thigh.

“we can even shower together—save a whole twenty minutes.” you laugh—and perhaps you’d feel a little guilty about giving him the satisfaction any other time, but right now there’s a drowsy little smile spreading across his cheeks and a breath of laughter filling the air that nearly swallows you whole.

“five minutes,” you sigh. “you get five minutes.”

and it doesn’t even take a second of those five minutes for him to pull you towards him, knowing well enough that he’ll be making the same plea again the next time you get up.

because kuroo tetsurō—who burns under the rising sun and kisses sweet words into your cheeks and begs you to stay just for a little while—has never been a morning person, so, suddenly, neither are you.

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SELF CARE DAY — suna rintarō

suna chuckles as he watches you pout, trying to persuade him after a long day after volleyball.

you’ve been trying for about fifteen minutes to get him to say yes to a spa day which led to the brown haired male saying “no” every time you asked. he thought it was cute that you were so persistent for him to agree to your little idea. you started to get frustrated, giving up which made him chuckle once more that you gave up.

you sulked on the other side of the couch, feeling suna’s eyes on you which made you frown and cross your arms. he grinned when he watched you face away from him, he thought you were really adorable. he ended up giving him, moving to you and wrapping his arms around your waist securely.

“you’re so cute when you sulk like that, pretty. don’t worry i was just teasin’” he mumbled, moving to place kisses on your jawline to your neck which made you immediately heat up at the contact. you smacked him gently, huffing in response.

the bet

Kenma knows better than to wager any bets with his fans.

But he was feeling incredibly confident while streaming one night- he had yet to lose to any of the bosses. It was rare to see Kenma’s ego to be inflated like this, but given that he was having quite the win streak, no one could blame him.