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Oh, Baby

Haikyuu men x pregnant!reader

Featuring: Miya Osamu, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kageyama Tobio, Sakusa Kiyoomi (~ 400 - 500 words each)

Most likely to be followed up at some point by scenes after baby is born because I have absolutely no chill

MIYA OSAMU

You pick at your dinner, trying your best to eat enough to satisfy Osamu. It's not that you aren't hungry, really. It's more that what you're hungry for isn't this. Osamu already worked hard to make it, though, so you'll make yourself content.

"What's wrong?" Osamu isn't fooled. He points at your plate with his chopsticks. "Isn't it good? I knew I shouldn't a' switched out the spices."

"No, it's good!" You insist quickly. "Really. I just - you're gonna think it's silly." You warn.

"Try me," He says, sitting back in his chair and watching you expectantly. You have no choice.

"I'm just really craving something in particular. Something different," You try to mask your disdain as you gesture at your plate. "I want onigiri."

"Really?" A smile breaks across his face. "Little guy wants onigiri, huh? Well that's not so bad. I can whip something up-" He's already out of his chair and poised to root in the fridge. "Whaddya want? We got tuna, umeboshi, or maybe..." He pauses to shuffle things around in the fridge in search of more ingredients.

"No," You interrupt before he can get too far, bracing yourself for what the baby is making you say next, "Actually, I was kind of thinking, well, peanut butter?" He goes still, head stuck in the fridge. "And, jelly?" You add more quietly. Slowly, he backs up and pivots, fixing you with a penetrating look.

"Sorry. It was all muffled in there. What sorta filling did ya want?" You repeat yourself, and watch as the smallest part of your husband dies. He blinks once, twice, then nods very slowly. "Okay," He says, quietly, almost as if he's steeling himself. "Okay." He repeats.

Hands resting on your growing middle, you watch as he methodically prepares the onigiri, with the exact fillings you'd requested. He hesitates with his spoon in the peanut butter, but he does what you asked. "Are ya sure this is my child?" He asks despairingly as he presents you with three perfectly formed onigiri.

"Positive," You assure him with a small chuckle. You can't help it - you're itching to dig into these onigiri, so you do. Is it an absurd combination? Yes. But does it satisfy the craving you'd been trying to ignore all day? Absolutely. You can't disguise your delight as you eat, humming happily as you savor the food your husband had so lovingly prepared for you, despite the desecration.

When you look up, you're surprised to find him smiling at you, head propped on his fist as he watches you eat.

"What're you grinning about?" You ask teasingly.

"Can't help it," He grumbles, "I'm just happy you're enjoyin' the food, even if it is an abomination. I love you." He gives your cheek a gentle pinch, then your stomach a loving pat.

"I love you too, Samu. We both do." You pause. "Want a bite?" You ask, holding the last onigiri out to him.

"Absolutely not."

KUROO TETSUROU

You're in bed, and it's barely 8:00. You never expected your normal day-to-day routine to tire you out this much, but then again you've never been 7 months pregnant before, either.

"Aw, come on," Tetsurou is cooing at your stomach, stroking it gently. "Just a little tiny kick? Mama gets to feel you move all the time." He's curled up with his face inches from your stomach, a dopey smile on on his face as he chatters to the baby as has become his nightly routine. You reach down to run a hand through his unruly hair.

"If you want someone to kick you in the bladder, that can probably be arranged," You say drily, snorting out a laugh when he looks up at you with a pout.

"I just want to feel her move," He sighs, "I feel like I always miss it. Everybody acts like it's so special."

"It is," You say softly, resting your hand on top of his. You can't deny that. "It'll happen," you say optimistically. With how bad he wants it, it has to, you silently tell your daughter.

"Yeah," He doesn't sound convinced, rolling to a sitting position. "Guess I'll go brush my teeth," He says, heading for the bathroom. You roll onto your back, reaching for your phone on the bedside table. You've just opened a conversation to respond to a text when you feel it - the faintest movement.

"Tetsu!" You call, "Come here!"

"What?" He's at the doorway in half a second, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and a frown creasing his brow, "Wha's wrong?"

"She's moving," You say, and shift to a sitting position. You hear him spit the toothpaste in the sink, and he's there in a heartbeat, hand on your belly. Right beneath his hand, you feel her kick. You watch as the look of wonder crosses his face.

"Hi, baby girl," He breathes, focusing all of his attention on the movement of your daughter beneath his hand. "I love you so much. I'm so excited to meet you." He turns to look at you then. "Finally," He grins, and you can't help but return it.

"Didn't I tell you?" You say smugly.

"Yeah, yeah." He silences you with a minty kiss.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

At this point in your pregnancy, there's very little that soothes your aching back. Lying down, standing up, moving around, the pain is always there in the background to some extent. That's why you find yourself in the living room in the middle of the night, propping yourself up between the arm chair and wall in search of a position that will provide some relief.

"Are you alright?" You nearly jump out of your skin at the touch of Tobio's hand on your back. When you left the room, he'd been sleeping like a rock as usual.

"Fine," You assure him, stretching to a slightly more dignified position. "My back's just a little sore."

"Oh," He runs a hand gently up and down the muscles of your back. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Hold this for a second?" You say with a breathy laugh, mostly joking as you press a hand beneath your round stomach.

"I can try," He says seriously, moving behind you. You're about to tell him it was just a joke, but then you feel his chest pressed against your back and his hands gently supporting the underside of your belly. Instead of the protest that had been forming on your lips, you let out a groan of relief.

"Was that good?" He asks uncertainly.

"Very good," You're quick to assure him, letting your eyes close. He only hums in response, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder. You'd forgotten it was possible for your back to feel this normal. It's blissful. You could almost fall asleep right here and now.

"You sure are making trouble for your mama," You hear your husband whisper, drawing you back out of your drowsy state.

"It's okay," You murmur, "It'll all be worth it." He presses another kiss to your shoulder, and you sink back into silence.

"I really think we should get you back to bed," He says finally. Even though it means he'll have to let go, you feel you don't have any choice but to agree. "We can do this again tomorrow," He promises as he takes your hand to make your way back to the bedroom. You give his hand a tug and press a kiss to his lips. You'll hold him to that.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

"I'm home," You hear Kiyoomi call from the front door. You freeze, but it's too late to hide the evidence. Soon enough, your husband appears in the nursery doorway, and you're caught red-handed.

"I told you I'd build that bookshelf tonight," He says, striding into the room and plucking the loose shelf from your hand. He takes the bag of screws from the other, sets them down, and then draws you away from your project.

"I know, but I just had to do something," You insist. "I already put all the clothes in the dresser, vacuumed, washed the drapes, and the box was just sitting there." His brow creases, and you realize you've said too much.

"You washed the drapes?" He heaves a heavy sigh. "How did you even get them down? And put them back up?"

You smile nervously. "A chair," You try to sound nonchalant. "They really aren't that high."

"My love," He says, taking your hands in his. "Please don't do something like that again. What if you fell?" You lower your head, biting down on your lip. It truly hadn't crossed your mind.

"Sorry," You whisper, "There's just so much to do! We need to be ready. The baby will be here in just a few months. I just want everything to be perfect."

"I know," He says, now rubbing comforting circles into the backs of your hands, "And we'll take care of everything. Together." He draws you into him and tucks your head beneath his chin. "I promise. I just want you to be safe."

His voice is a comforting rumble against your ear, and you nod your head against him. "I know," You agree softly.

"Good," He says, pulling back and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Now, since you've been busy all day, why don't you let me make dinner?" You open your mouth to protest, but with one look at his face, you close it again. "After dinner, you can read me the instructions. I'll build the bookshelf."

You smile at your husband. "Thanks for taking care of us, Kiyoomi," You say, and his expression softens.

"Of course. It's my job."

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Baby Fever

word count: 467

Koushi didn’t ever think he would be a victim of baby fever, yet here we are. You were sitting on the couch, waiting for him to get home from work when you heard the door burst open. Your eyes widen as you set your book down, just in time to see him skid into the living room. He catches his breath and gives you a determined look. “Hear me out.” You groan, rubbing a hand over your face. 

“Here we go. What is it?” You ask skeptical. He gives himself a slightly proud look, as if he came up with a fantastic idea. 

“I think we should have a baby.” You nearly choke on your saliva at his words. 

You gawk at him and exclaim, “Excuse me?!” 

“Please?! Come on, we both like kids right? I mean, I work with them!” You wave your hands for him to slow down.

“What are you- where did you even get this idea from? I doubt it's from teaching multiplication to a bunch of 7 year olds.” You question. He gives a sheepish smile and sits down beside you. 

“Recently a few of my students' parents have had more kids, and they will stop to say hi during pick up. They’ll show me the baby photos and I just...” He sighs, moving to hold you in his embrace. “I don’t know. I keep thinking about how cute our kids would be, or how great of a mom you would be. Is that so weird?” You give him a sympathetic smile and kiss the tip of his nose. 

“No, but maybe we shouldn’t rush into anything. Why don’t you ask Daichi if he needs a babysitter this weekend? I’m sure one diaper change and your baby fever will go away. He laughs, resting his head on your shoulder. 

“Yeah, maybe.”

–

Spoilers– it did not go away. You lay in your hospital bed, hair sticking to your forehead due to sweat. Your eyes flutter close in exhaustion when you hear a small coo, and strain to open them. Before you, Koushi stands in scrubs, cradling your newborn son. He has the happiest look on his face, and you swear you see tears in his eyes. He glances up at you, a smile on his face. “I was right. He’s a real cutie.” You let out a tired laugh.

“I could’ve told you that. Just look at his beauty mark. Look familiar?” His smile gets wider and he presses a soft kiss to your baby’s head. He lets out a small whine in protest but a shush from Koushi is enough to quiet him. Rest your head back, eyes closing once more. You feel Koushi sit down next to you and press his lips to your cheek. 

“You rest now. I’ve got this.”

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Randomly Generated Haikyuu Characters #80/81: Miya Atsumu and Miya Osamu

Date drawn: September 3, 2024

This one’s a bit special because we have not one but two characters, here’s the Miya twins!!

I had decided going into this challenge in the first place that when I got one of the twins, I was going to draw both of them together for a couple of reasons. First was that because of the fact that they’re twins, they have the same facial features and so I felt it wouldn’t be the most exciting doing each of them separately. Second was that I figured this would be a good opportunity for me to practice drawing the interaction between two characters and practice my proportions, cause that can often be the biggest challenge of drawing two characters in the same space

I have too many feelings about the Miya twins and their bond to get into here but just know that I love them and they make me want to cry /pos

(Also shameless self-promotion, I wrote a timeskip story on AO3 centered on the two of them that I think turned out pretty good if anyone wants to check it out! And just in case it’s unclear, which hopefully shouldn’t be the case, Atsumu is the one on the left and Osamu is the one on the right!)

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˖˙ ꔫ — HAPPY BIRTHDAY TETSU ˚

꒰ synopsis ꒱ : getting ready for kuroo’s birthday dinner has brought on a few unexpected surprises.

꒰ contents ꒱ : kuroo tetsuro x reader ; fluff. full of silliness and made with lots of love. reader is pregnant but kuroo doesn’t know, brief alcohol mention, dividers by adornedwithlight — WC : 1.8k

An unnaturally high-pitched, almost bone-chilling scream sounds off in the bathroom. The tube of lipstick you were holding drops onto the vanity with a small clunk before you dart to the source of the distress.

Every light in the bathroom was flicked on, the brightness overwhelming you as you attempt to focus on the scene before you. But nothing could’ve prepared you for the sight.

Your devastatingly handsome husband, dressed to the nines in one of his best suits, was rustling with his inky, unruly hair in a state of panic. His eyes were wide and filled with a crazed determination as he looked for something. He's never been one to fuss that much over his hair, so it worried you a little.

“Tetsu..?” You ask in a soft voice, taking a cautious step forward with the gentleness of a curious cat. “What’s-"

“I HAVE GRAY HAIR!” He dramatically exclaimed, turning towards you and pointing towards his head. You blink once, twice. In a few easy steps, you’re right in front of this man-child and gently caress his cheek, your eyes trailing from his to the small white hair he was gesturing to.

“Okay?” You look back at him, rubbing your thumb against his cheek soothingly. “It looks good, honey.”

“I can't believe it.” Kuroo goes to break out of your hold, looking back at the mirror in horror. “I just turned thirty, this can’t be happening.”

“It's only one tiny strand of hair, Tetsuro.” You sigh exasperated, walking up to wrap your arms around his slim waist. “Besides, I think it suits you. You’re entering your silver fox era, very sexy of you.”

His body rumbles against yours as he lets out a reluctant chuckle before his hands move down to rest over yours, giving them a gentle pat. The twin golden bands that adjourn your ring fingers shine under the fluorescent lights, the glint catches your eye as it happily reflects in the mirror. 

“If you say so.” He didn’t look convinced, still frowning at his reflection. If he didn’t look so adorably pitiful, you might’ve felt bad. “Just pluck it off me. Please.”

“Aw, I love it when you beg.” The pout on his face only deepens.

“Ha, ha. Way to kick a man while he’s down, babe.” The sarcasm flows past his lips, clearly unimpressed with your lack of sympathy in this life changing moment.

“You’re so dramatic.” Without hesitation, you go to grab the defenseless strand of hair and it comes off all too easily. It only takes a second for everything to click into place. “Tetsu.”

“Did you get it?” His eyes are squeezed shut, bracing for the impact that never comes.

“Kuroo.” The use of his surname has him straightening up, eyes flying open. The piece of hair falls into his palm and he looks at it, completely gobsmacked. “This is cat hair.”

The cackle of his laugh drowns out the silence in the cramped room, his head tossed back in absolute delight. Whether it’s over the fact that it was just cat hair or the simple fact of him not having gray hair yet, you’re not sure, but you can’t find it in you to be mad. Not when his amber eyes twinkle and shine as they brim with joyful tears. 

“You’re absolutely ridiculous.” You shake your head, a smile resting on your lips. The two of you were always coated in cat hair of some sort and Kuroo had an affinity for nuzzling his head against the kitties. It’s no wonder one had found its place nestled in his hair.

“Would you love me even if I was already graying?” He asks, but there’s a tone of insecurity that weaves itself into the cracks of his voice. Thirty was a new milestone, one that he had been looking forward to but birthdays always seem to shove the concept of time right in your face.

With a tenderness that came as easy as breathing, you press a sweet kiss against his lips. It quickly blooms into a life of its own as you pour everything you wish to say into it. 

The love that will remain eternal, the warmth of all the sunsets you will watch together, the endless laughs you have yet to share, the sweet promise of tomorrow and the rest of your lives together.

“My love, I'll be with you until you’re old and gray and screaming over the fact that you found a black hair in place of all that gray.” You giggle, carding your fingers through the soft, unruly strands in an attempt to smooth it all over. “I meant it when I said my vows. I'm with you forever.”

The words reassure him, letting your promise melt over him and ease all the tension out of his body. There was never any doubt, of course, but he always loved hearing the reminder.

“My sweet wife.” With a boyish grin, Kuroo spins you around and securely cradles you in his arms, gently swaying side to side.

“My silly husband.” Reaching up behind you, you affectionately pat the palm of your hand against his cheek.

The warmth of his smile cascades through you, a beam of affection that never fails to give you butterflies despite how long you’ve been together. Something that will forever remain unchanged.

Kuroo kisses the side of your head, pressing his cheek against yours as you lovingly gaze at each other through the bathroom mirror.

“You look so beautiful, by the way. The prettiest angel I've ever seen. That dress is almost unfair.” Kuroo kisses down your cheek and along your jaw. “And you smell delicious enough to eat.”

“We have dinner reservations mister, so reel it in.” You smirk, a trait you’ve easily adopted from spending years with the man who was currently pouting over the fact he had to go to his extravagant birthday dinner.

“I suppose you’re right, but I plan on thoroughly enjoying my dessert after.” Kuroo purrs, running his soft lips along your skin, kissing your earlobe before trailing down to your neck to murmur on. “I'll order that champagne you like too, we can pull out all the stops.”

“Too bad I can't drink it.” The words slip out of your mouth faster than you could reel them back in. Kuroo froze for a moment, looking back at you through the mirror.

“Haah?” He gives you a puzzled look, standing up straight. “Why not?”

The reasoning escapes you, replaced by the pitiful opening and closing of your mouth, tongue twisting in every direction as it tries to land on what to say or rather, how to say it. 

The longer you take to respond, the more Kuroo’s eyes widen. Abruptly, he turns to you, quickly grabbing your shoulders as hope shines brightly through his hazel irises.

“Are you..?” He trails off, the words escaping him as well, nothing more than a whisper. All you can do is nod a little before Kuroo envelopes you in a crushing embrace. “You’re pregnant?!” 

“I am.” You smile, letting Kuroo pick you up a little in celebration. He lets out a bark of laughter, squeezing you gently before lowering you back down.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner!” He gazes softly at you, fondness crinkling by the corner of his eyes and a smile so genuine that his dimple began to show. 

“I just found out!” You grin back at him, tears brimming your eyes and overjoyed with his reaction. “I wanted to tell you but i didn’t know if tonight was right and —“

“It's more than right.” He presses his forehead against yours, eyes searing into the depths of your soul. “It's perfect. The best birthday gift ever.”

It was no secret that Kuroo had been ready to expand your little family for a while now. It was something you had wanted too but when the timing was a little better. So you had promised him to have that conversation again after he turned thirty. 

At least this saves a little time.

Kuroo carefully slides down your body, falling to his knees in seemingly slow motion. his ear is pressed against your stomach, his hands tenderly gripping your waist. 

“Oh my god.” He whispers so softly you have to strain to hear him. “I'm going to be a father.”

“You’re going to be such a good dad, Tetsu.” You run your fingers through his inky black hair. Kuroo looks up at you, wide-eyed and hopeful as his chin gently presses against your abdomen.

“You really think so?” He asks, vulnerability licking at his tone. 

“I know so.” You smile. The reassurance flooded his system, reigniting the excitement of it all. He grins back at you once again and all feels right in the world. The ghost of his lips brush along the fabric that serves as a barrier to your lower abdomen, a place that he plans on showering with love as much as he can.

“Hang on!” Kuroo stands back up so abruptly it almost gives you whiplash. You shouldn’t wear those heels, it’s not good for the baby.”

“Tetsu, I-“ Your sentence is interrupted by a squeal as Kuroo picks you up bridal style and marches towards your room. He sits you on the edge of the bed. “Tetsu, I’m only 7 weeks pregnant.” 

“Still.” Kuroo lifts your foot, fiddling with the straps of your heel before sensually sliding it off, giving your ankle a kiss for good measure. He does the same with the other foot, his eyes set on you. “You better start getting used to this, sweetheart.”

The other heel hits the ground with a distant thud as Kuroo kisses up along your leg, the fabric of the dress annoyingly getting in his way until he slides his head under it.

“Tetsu, we have reservations.” You try to squirm away but his hands grip your hips before his head pops back out to look at you with a serious expression.

“We’re not going.” He decides, hands roaming along your body. “Let's get take out, I wanna take care of you tonight.”

“It's your birthday though.” You can’t help but pout a little, guilt slowly seeping through the cracks of excitement from earlier. If only you had kept the news a secret a little longer —

“Shh.” Kuroo sits back up so his face is directly in front of yours, nuzzling his nose against yours. He always knew when you’d retreat into your mind and never let you fall too deep before lulling you back. “You gave me the perfect gift and nothing would make me happier than spoiling you a bit.”

“But—“ 

“No buts. It’s my birthday after all, and I get final say.” With a dastardly smirk, he kisses you with all the love in the world, his palm happily resting on your stomach. The excitement of the coming days in your lives grows alongside the little one that will bring you so much joy in the near future. 

thank you very much for reading. happy birthday tetsu 💋

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Rintaro loves to pretend he doesn’t care.

There’s a nonchalance that carries around your man, one that comes from years of training of gaslighting the twins and making them turn against each other, or the scoldings from Kita-San that could’ve got so intense with his disappointment Rintaro could cry.

He’s gotten good at keeping a stoic emotion and making you act out. He loves to pretend he doesn’t care.

“It’s because he doesn’t,” Atsumu assures, playing with the strings of his hoodie.

You roll your eyes, “trust me, he cares. You just don’t see it.”

“And I never will. Because it doesn’t happen.”

You raise your brows in challenge, and he matches your brow raising. “Wanna bet on it?”

“Wager?”

“If I can prove to you Rintaro actually is a dork for my attention, I want a signed Kiyoomi jersey.”

He scoffs, “can’t you just ask Kiyoomi for one?”

“Komori tells me not to bother him after games.”

Atsumu rolls his eyes, “okay. And when he doesn’t show he’s a loser, I want all you can eat at Onigiri Miya and you pick up the bill.”

“….”

“What?”

“Osamu doesn’t naturally give you all you can eat?”

“No?”

“Oh…”

“Does he GIVE IT TO YOU?!”

You give him a cheesy smile and quickly move to grab your keys, his jaw slacked in betrayal, only for him to roll his eyes, “whatever. Either way, we’re going when I win. What’re the keys for?”

“You’ll see.”

You jingle your keys with a small smirk, making sure to do it loud enough for him to hear down the hall. Atsumu shakes his head in disbelief, only for his hand to cover his mouth as socked feet quickly become louder as Rintaro barrels down the hall.

A lanky frame fills the doorway, “where you goi-“

Atsumu and you let out a string of cackles, his hand smacking his knee while Rintaro scrubs his face with his free hand, the other one holding a controller for his, hopefully, paused game.

“Dawg I hate you for real,” he sighs, coming into the room to kiss your head. You smile and angle your head to kiss him for real, which he complies with happily and making Atsumu gag. His green eyes dart to glare at Atsumu, “I wish osamu was an only child.”

“Damn, bringing guns to knife fights,” the blonde snorts. “Not my fault you got caught in 4K, dickhead.”

“Not my fault you’re a single loser.” He leans down to kiss your lips, “where’re we going?”

“No where,” you hum happily. “Just wanted to make sure you were still obsessed with me.”

He beams down at you while Atsumu groans in disgust.

“Always.”

RINRINRINRINRIN

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halloween babies pt 2! 🎃🍼🐥

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Imagining Tendou on Karasuno and the ulcer poor Daichi would have as his captain

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THE SILLY!!!!!!!!!!!!

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iwa (30) swears that he’s married to a child oikawa (29) every time oikawa requests to have an alien-themed bday party. so one year, iwa pours his heart into making tin foil hats instead of party hats and baking oikawa a jelly bean filled alien shaped cake so that when it’s cut all of its “guts” spill everywhere. (it’s been oikawa’s dream cake since he saw the movie alien) he puts makki in charge of decorations/music and mattsun is in charge of keeping oikawa distracted because lord knows he would ruin his own surprise.

oikawa obviously suspected that iwa was up to something extra special for his birthday this year, but nothing could’ve prepared him for what was next. the evening of his party, makki dressed as an alien, pulls a blindfolded oikawa into his car and tells him that they “will reach the base soon.” oikawa who typically doesn’t like surprises is overflowing with excitement and giggles, so much so that even mattsun isn’t immune from fondly smiling at his fluffy-haired best friend.

upon arrival, oikawa is dragged into their home; all he can hear is eerie sci-fi noises and static beeping. the blindfold was removed and he saw that his entire living room was transformed into an alien spaceship. from intergalactic wallpaper to colorful lights, iwa made their home feel like oikawa was transported into a different world. inside this “space ship” he saw all of their friends dressed up as different colored aliens (iwa promised to buy them all dinner if they complied) while taking it all in, oikawa felt something being strapped to his head. after reaching up to touch it and realizing it’s a tin foil hat, he starts sobbing.

frantically, iwa is suddenly running up to oikawa in a huge inflatable alien costume wiping tears from his face while asking what’s wrong. the only response oikawa could muster up was a giggly tender kiss and an “i love you” although oikawa didn’t answer directly, iwa knew that it meant “thank you, this is everything i dreamed of” and passionately kissed him harder to say “anything for my tooru”

their sweet moment was interrupted by a cough from kuroo with a smug look on his face. oikawa finally gets a good look at iwa for the first time and realizes that his alien inflatable costume says “take me to my leader” oikawa teasingly asks “so where is this beautiful and talented leader you are searching for? i hope you find them.” instead of playing along with oikawa, iwa simply puts a crown on his head with the word “leader” engraved on it and says “i have already found my leader. my moon and my stars. i will continue to find them in every universe. in every lifetime. tooru, you are my guiding light and there’s not a single alien that could keep me from ever being with you”

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All tricks, one treat - Suna Rintarou x Reader

cupid - for @moochiwoochi for the Milestone Event Week 1

“So, uh, what’s your type?”

You lift your head to stare at the waiter. “What?”

“Your type,” he sends you a cheeky grin. “What is it?”

“Not you.”

His grin widens. “Kinda figured that out already but thank you. So, your type?”

“What’s this?” You eye him before leaning to the side to eye his twin at the counter, shaping Onigiri. “Does he know you’re doing this?”

“No, lean back, will you?”

You smirk, turning your head but not leaning back. “And what will that get me?”

“I’ll pay for your drinks, now lean back.”

You smile as you settle back in your chair. “In that case, I’ll take another one. You know what I’m drinking anyway.”

He sighs. “Listen,” he checks if his brother’s paying attention before turning around. “I have this friend that would be amazing for you, but he’s a little-”

“No.” 

“You haven’t even let me finish.”

“I’m not letting you set me up with anyone.”

“Fine,” he huffs, “Your loss.”

-

“Are you sure you don’t want to-”

“No, Atsumu,” you cut him off this week before he can offer you the usual. “I don’t want to be set up.”

“But you’re single, right?”

You grumble under your breath but his grin is persistent and so is he.

“Fine,” you huff quietly. “I am single. But so are you, right?”

“Temporarily,” he tells you with confidence. “How about I invite him here, no pressure, and you can check if you even like him. He won’t even know we’ve talked about this before.”

“You’re as subtle as a Tiger trying to play Giraffe.”

“That’s an awful comparison.”

You shrug and take your usual seat, waving at Osamu to let him know you’re here.

You’re pretty sure Atsumu’s not going to give up just like that.

-

“He’s here,” Atsumu announces one week later. 

“Who? Your replacement? Why are you dressed as a waiter when you don’t even work here anymore?”

“I’m helping out,” Atsumu hisses, but he’s quick to get back on track. “My friend, the one I mentioned. He’s here.”

“Pease don’t tell me-”

“Oh, hi Bokkun.” Atsumu’s face is one big smile. “Fancy seeing you here.” 

Bokkun, or Bokuto, as he introduces himself, smiles just as big. “Good to see you too!”

You have to admit, he’s good-looking, though he almost upturns your table as he tries to pull Atsumu into a bone-crushing hug right in front of you.

You look around for a different table, locking eyes with a guy in the next booth over.

His eyes glow like yellow diamonds and he gives you a lazy smile that could mean absolutely everything and nothing at the same time.

Embarrassed, you turn back to the commotion in front of you.

“Bokkun, this is a friend of mine. Do you wanna sit with her while I get us something to eat?”

You watch helplessly as Bokuto takes that offer, grinning back at you from the other side of the table.

Sure he’s cute, but he reminds you of a Golden Retriever whereas you’ve always been more of a black cat type of girl.

He immediately begins to talk, telling you all about today’s training and the shenanigans he and Atsumu get into on the daily when all you’ve wanted was a quiet dinner after work.

Looking for help your eyes wander around the restaurant, soon finding yourself eye-to-eye with your booth neighbor again.

“Need help?” He mouths wordlessly. You nod.

He gets up and walks over. 

“I’m sorry,” he leans in, cutting Bokuto off and your thoughts as well. He’s even prettier this close. “I might be wrong, but don’t we know each other?”

“Yes,” you grasp that excuse with both hands. “Middle School, right? What was your name again? You sat in front of me, I think.”

“Suna. Suna Rintarō.” His handshake is firm and reassuring. “I’d love to catch up, but if you’re occupied-” He gestures at Bokuto who doesn’t seem to get the hint.

“Oh, Bokuto here is a friend of the waiter, I think. He was just sitting with me to keep me company, but I’m sure he won’t mind. Right, Bokuto-san?”

“Right?” He answers, a little confused.

“Well in that case,” Suna points at his booth and you take your escape as quick as your legs allow.

-

Suna, as it turns out, is just as fun as he’s helpful, making you giggle with comments about his own teammates - apparently you don’t have anything against volleyball players, you just have something against Atsumu Miya.

“I’m gonna be right back,” you tell him an hour into what feels like a date before heading to the bathroom.

When you return, Atsumu’s bright blond hair is shining like a beacon from the booth you just left.

Sighing inwardly you try your best to sneak up to him undetected.

“For the last time, Tsumu, I’m not interested in meeting the girl you want to set me up with. I came here tonight because I wanted to eat Onigiri and also I just met someone I like-”

“You’re not listening to me-”

“Atsumu Miya,” you interrupt him, satisfied when he jumps at the sound of his own name. “I do think you need to learn some boundaries. We don’t want your useless help!”

Atsumu gapes at the two of you for a whole second before he gathers himself, cackling. “You guys don’t understand. I was setting up the two of you and it looks like it worked.”

You blink. Suna groans.

“But what about Bokuto?”

“Distraction,” Atsumu grins. “You would have hated Suna if I had introduced him to you. But you like him now, am I right? Heh?”

You glare at him, unable to look over at Suna now who sighs.

“Tsumu, you have one chance to leave this booth right now or I’ll start sharing that one video from High School that you begged me to delete.”

Panic flashes over Atsumu’s face as he gets up. “I’m gone, I’m gone!”

But even as he seemingly vanishes into thin air, you can’t relax after this.

“I’m really sorry about this,” you tell Suna without really looking at him. You can see that he’s nodding.

“Me too. He’s going to hold this over our heads forever.”

“Mhm.”

“So… dessert?”

When you blink up at him now, he’s grinning, sly and lazy and very appealing.

“I do like you, you know. Atsumu be damned,” he mutters, sliding one hand over the table to take yours.

“Fine,” you say, more to yourself than to him, before you slide into the booth once more. “But I’ll pick the dessert.”

And from the way his knee knocks into yours under the table you know he knows you feel the same way about this.

A little conflicted, a little relieved, and a whole lotta interested.

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Off-Brand Version - Fukunaga Shohei x Reader

For @fuzztacular because she doesn't mind sharing Fukunaga with me.

Words: 2540

It’s a well-known truth that Fukunaga Shohei is a better cook than he is a comedian and a better friend than he is a roommate.

The dishes from his last midnight cooking session are still in the sink and the remnants of something, dried up and flaking off the kitchen isle, tells you it wasn’t a great success.

You’ve had other roommates before him, some that didn’t clean up after them and some who did. 

If you’d list up all of Shohei’s weaknesses against the demands and rules you’ve set up ages ago, you’d have to kick him out.

But you don’t want to. So you don’t.

-

You wipe the counter as your coffee trickles down, file all the dishes into the dishwasher and start the rice cooker for your usual breakfast.

Early mornings are your refuge against the madness of life. 

Shohei’s bedroom door opens as you pour creamer into your cup.

“I’m never going to drink again,” Shohei announces for the nth time this month as he moves past you, his hair disheveled and still wearing PJs. 

“Do you want something to eat?” 

“Coffee first,” he eyes your cup.

You grab his head and turn it toward the coffee machine where a whole pot is waiting. “This one’s for you.”

“Thanks,” he mumbles through his squished cheeks. “Where’s the sug-?” He quiets when you slide it over and sends you a sheepish grin. “Am I too predictable?”

“A little. Are you hungover or just dehydrated?”

“What’s the difference?”

You hesitate. You haven’t experienced either.

“Well,” you swallow your hesitation. “Nevermind. I’m making Korean Egg Rice if you want some.”

-

The truth is, not many people can live with you just as you can’t live them.

You’ve called yourself Type A too many times to count, not because you believe in it, but rather to make it easier for people to understand how you roll.

“Type F,” Shohei had commented at that first ever meeting, pointing at himself and chuckling. “Fool or Fukunaga, whatever you want it to be.”

- - -

“We got invited,” he declares on Friday, in a break between work places.

Cooks usually work late, but Shohei got lucky with this place where they need him in the mornings too for the breakfast rush.

He uses the day shifts to build his Comedy Career in the right after, though that’s slow going.

“To what?” You ask from the kitchen table, your makeshift home-office two times a week.

It doesn’t really make sense for you to work from home, really. 

Not with this Kitchen Table set-up, at least.

The truth is, and you’re a little ashamed of that, that you only work from home to spend time with him.

It’s just half an hour some days, and other days all you get is watching his back as he recreates a dish he dreamed up in his sleep, but you like watching his back and reaping the results of his cooking. You’ve just not found the courage to tell him that. Yet.

“Uh,” Shohei blinks as he tries to figure out how to explain it. “Well, Kuroo knows some guy who knows some guy and there’s a celebration and we’re invited.”

“Who’s Kuroo again?”

Shohei pushes up his hair into something like an Mohawk, just messier. You get the resemblance immediately.

“Wait, we?”

“Yeah,” he nods, grinning. “I’m supposed to bring you. I think he likes fighting with you.”

You groan. “I don’t like fighting. He was just wrong about that article he quoted and you know how I am about wrong quotes.”

“Yep,” he pops the P. “Oh, did you eat already? I was going to make Paella.”

“Nope,” you shake your head like the dirty liar you are. “I’m starving, really.”

“Can’t let that happen with a cook in the house,” he ties an apron around his waist. “Do you mind listening to my new stand up routine while I work.”

“Depends, do I have to laugh at certain parts or can I just listen in?”

“No, I’ve got a pre-recorded laughing track, I will be fine.” He winks at you and you duck behind your screen, hoping against hope that he doesn’t know how much that affects you.

- - -

“Yer early,” a warm, syrupy voice calls out as you enter. 

You blink, surprised to see double. Oh, nevermind, it’s just twins.

“Sorry, I, uh,” you turn around as if Shohei will magically appear out of thin air. “I’m looking for my roommate? Fukunaga Shohei, I’m supposed to meet him here.”

“Ah, yer the smart one,” the guy on the left comments, taking of the black baseball cap with the restaurant logo to drag his hand through the bleachblond hair.

“Depends who you compare me to,” you point out and his brother snickers, followed by a “Shut yer trap!” from the blond.

“I’m Osamu Miya, but you can call me Samu,” the snickerer tells you, offering you his hand. He’s the one with the smooth voice, the one that reminds you of rich chocolate that’s melting. It’s embarrassing how attractive that sounds, especially when you’re head over heels into Shohei.

“Mhm, yes, uh,” you shake his hand regret it immediately when his grip is warm and firm.

“And I’m Atsumu Miya, the famous Setter.”

You blink. “The famous what now?”

His face falls. He’s kind of adorable like that, though you’ve never been a fan of mobbing someone for fun. “Is that a sports term?” You ask to clarify, pulling back your hand from Samu, sorry, Osamu’s grip. “I’m not good with Sports.”

Both of them look at you like you’ve suddenly grown a second head.

“Did no one tell you what tonight is about?”

“Well,” you start when the bell chimes behind you. You turn, hoping on a rescue but nevermind. It’s Kuroo of all people. 

“Ah, you’ve already met the hosts,” he links his arm around your shoulders without asking. God, you hate being touched without asking. You try to shake him off but he’s persistent. 

“Hey,” Osamu calls out, “give her some space, will ya?”

“Oh,” now Kuroo’s the one blinking. “Sorry.” He steps away. “Old habits die hard. Is Fukunaga coming?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “He said to meet him here. He’s bringing some food.”

“Nice,” Atsumu declares. “Double the food.”

-

Shohei arrives late, hair disheveled as usual and smelling like the cheap oil they use to fry up stuff. You’ve grown used to the smell by now because he carries it home after work everyday, but you can tell he’s feeling awkward about it amidst all those guys that seem to have showered in aftershave before arriving.

“Hey,” he finds you at the bar. You’re not there for the alcohol but the chairs, because all the other seating arrangements are too soft and you can’t stand it when your body sinks into a cushion when you’re supposed to be sitting.

“Hey,” you smile at him, can’t help it. “I missed you.- I mean, I’ve been missing you here. Samu’s fun, but he’s not you. Like, comedy wise, you know? His jokes only work because of his weird dialect and-”

“Did you try his food?” Shohei interrupts you, nodding into the direction of your plate.

“Yeah,” you reach for it only to realize it’s empty already. “The Onigiri are good. Just the right amount of filling. What did you bring?”

“Chicken Wings and Ribs. I was thinking Paella but it doesn’t taste as good when it’s cold.”

“What a shame,” you pull a face. “I love your Paella.”

He smiles, the edges of him softening. “I’ll make it again when we’re back home.”

“Hey Hey Hey!” Bokuto slings his arms around the both of you, nevermind the fact that you’ve slid out of his grasp three times already. “Are you excited for the game?”

“For sure,” Shohei tells him, shifting in Bokuto’s hold to the point the bigger guy has to let go of you. You send your roommate a thankful smile.

-

Something’s wrong with Shohei.

You haven’t yet figured out what it is, but you can tell it’s there. It’s in the way he’s grown quiet next to you, watching instead of talking. 

He’s tried a few of the things Samu made before giving up, pretending to be not hungry when you know he usually eats thrice as much.

When the match starts and everyone unites around the TV to watch some people play a sport you know nothing about, Shohei stays close.

“Can you explain?” You ask quietly, unwilling to start a new discussion about how you know nothing about it.

Shohei startles. “Oh, sure. So the point of the game is-”

“Oh, hey,” Samu appears to your left. “Ya mentioned ya know nothing bout it. Sit over here, ya have a better view. Tsum, move yer fat ass, we need tha space.”

“Oh, no, I don’t-”

But Atsumu’s already gotten up and moved, all the while bickering and everyone’s looking at you know, waiting for you to fill the empty spot.

Even Shohei, quiet again, pushes you forward.

“It’s fine,” he tells you and without him having your back you have no reason to decline.

- - -

Samu pays your Cab back and you hate it. 

It feels like you owe him now, not just money but so much more. Food, an experience, a helping hand you didn’t ask for.

“Did you like it?” Shohei asks, picking at a threat in his jacket, the bag with the leftovers on his lap.

“It was okay,” exhaustion sits heavy on your chest like one of those fat cats that like to choke their owners while they sleep.

“The game?”

“Everything,” you wish you could pull your knees to your chin and curl into a ball, roll away until this is all forgotten. “It was a lot but it was okay. Did you have fun?”

Shohei doesn’t answer for a moment.

When he does his voice is weirdly tight. Even if you weren’t as perceptive as you are, you would have noticed, you’re sure.

“I think Osamu likes you. Did he give you his number?”

“He asked for mine,” you tell him. “I didn’t give it to him.”

In the flickering light of passing street lights you can see the surprise on his face.

“Why not? He’s a total catch.”

“Why? I mean, why is he a catch?”

“He’s good looking,” Shohei counts off on his hands, “Funny, respectful of your boundaries, a good cook, generous, smart…”

“Aren’t you all that too?” You bite your tongue but it’s too late, the words are out of your mouth.

Shohei halts, fingers still in the air.

He breathes out, deflating visibly.

“I’m more like an off-brand version of him.”

“Off-brand?”

“Yeah,” he nods solemnly. “He’s buff, I’m a twig. He’s funny, I’m still working on it. His cooking is- did you taste it? He has his own restaurant and I work as a shift cook. He has the money to pay our cab and I-”

You grab his hand and squeeze it.

“You know,” you talk around the lump in your throat. “Some people really like off-brand stuff.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” you trudge on, not really sure where this is going. “Like, some people buy Louis Vuitton handbags and stuff, but not everyone. Some people have the money but they don’t want the designer stuff, the name brand handbag, you know? It’s too high maintenance for them.”

“High Maintenance,” Shohei repeats quietly and you want to ask what he thinks about it but the cab stops in front of your apartment building and you have to get out.

It looks different now, after tonight. 

Atsumu’s place with his built in bar, huge TV and the fifteen rolled up bath towels for easy use that you assume were put there by his cleaning service… it feels like a different world.

“I’m not High Maintenance,” you say, more to remind yourself than anything else. “I like my weird apartment.”

And, suddenly brave, you add. “And my weird roommate too.”

“I’m weird?” There’s a glimmer of humor in his eyes as he asks.

“Type F,” you remind him. “Type Fukunaga.”

He links your arms together before trudging up the stairs.

-

“Shohei?” You ask, fresh-faced and Pyjama-clad, surprise in your voice. “What are you doing?”

“Oh,” he turns from the stove. “I’m uh… making Paella.”

“After six rounds of Ribs and Wings?”

“Well,” he rubs the back of his neck. He was supposed to use the bathroom after you, not start cooking for Dinner at midnight. “I wanted to, uh… make a point. A statement, if you will.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” his fingertips are hammering onto the kitchen counter like he’s playing invisible drums. “Cause, you know, if you want to impress someone, you need to put your best foot forward.”

“I do agree that Paella is your best dish.”

“Right?” His smile blooms. “So I’m making it.”

“And who’re you going to impress with it?”

“Oh,” Shohei falters again. “Well, uh… you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah,” he pulls his shoulders up to his ears. “Because, you deserve some name brand stuff. Something High Maintenance.”

“Even if I don’t want it?” You cross your arms over your chest, suddenly nervous about where this is going.

“Even then,” he clears his throat. “And I’m going to give it to you, if you have some patience with me. This is just a promise. Like a promise ring, but with food.”

Shohei pauses.You can see the gears turning. “A paella ring?” He offers, the joke terrible.

You smile. “A Paella ring.” 

For a moment, all you share is that smile and the promise of something. Then, his words sicker into the part of your brain that has already tried to say goodnight.

“Wait, did you just… confess to me?”

Shohei blushes. “Yeah, was I… too weird about it?”

“No, I’m weird about it. You know my brain, I didn’t get it.”

“Oh,” he smiles. “Should I go again?”

And it’s that, really, that will always stand out to you. Type F, Fukunaga. 

“Yes please,” you tell him, knowing he’ll do it again and again, only for you. 

-

“Okay, so what do you think about this one?” Shohei turns his phone on the table so you can read the script to his newest Stand up Routine. “Also, Wings or Ribs?”

“Wings,” you say as you read on. “We’ve had Ribs last time.”

“True that.” He gets up to order, is back in less than a minute. “They already prepared it. Seems like we’re too predictable.”

“Oh,” you look up. “But we can’t switch it up. I only like the Wings and Ribs here.”

“I could offer to cook,” he thinks out loud. “Some Paella on the Menu would be a nice change, don’t you think?”

You smile. “I’d like that. Also, the Paella Ring is a nice touch to the Routine. When are you trying that out?”

“Tonight. Are you coming?”

His knee knocks into yours below the table as his hand finds yours above, squeezing it tight. There’s a ring there, no diamonds, a promise of something more and the reminder of what already is. 

“Do you even have to ask?”

“Course. I’m High Maintenance like that,” Shohei winks.

You lean in to kiss that joke right of his lips. 

[dragonslayer-5fanfiction]

bakugo x the tiktok famous hero that's assigned to 'save his public image'

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eepy

[dragonslayer-5fanfiction]

he's not at all what you were expecting.

you're a kindergarten teacher. you're a little too young to already be divorced with a thumb that too often runs over the bare spot left on your ring finger. you're a little too old to be dealing with dating apps overrun with flighty twenty-somethings that hardly even want to know your name.

you're a little too tired and more lonely than you'll admit with a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes lately, though you try for the kids—the eager little sea of faces that hang on to your every word each day.

daichi's vague on the details when he asks you for a favor, your younger cousin simply tells you he has a friend from high school who's studying to become a teacher. a university student who needs to interview one like yourself for a career project.

you're not prepared for it, for him—for sugawara koushi's bright eyes and soft smile. for his gentle, raspy voice and his warm, open laughter. an old soul with a smart mouth and a steady, knowing gaze that notices everything.

you're not prepared for him to want to know you. for him to listen. for him to make you suddenly realize the difference between being looked at and being seen.

(you're not prepared for all of the sunlight that filters in, the way it lights up all those dark places your mind has been.)

sugawara's patient when you're forgetful and kind when you're having a bad day. he's brilliant and he's funny and he's going to make an incredible teacher. he flirts with you. he makes sure you know he likes when you wear yellow, and his eyes crinkle in amusement when you make a self-deprecating joke about the decade of time that exists between the two of you.

(you're not prepared for it—how utterly wanted you feel the first time that you find yourself pressed up against your front door with sugawara koushi's mouth against yours.)

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Stable foundation

You and Aone are good cop + bad cop when your daughter acts up, for my Parenting event<3

requested by @dira333. word count; 644 – f!reader

Your daughter is generally a saint, calm and kind like her dad, creative and sweet like you. However, every parent has to scold their child sometimes, and your daughter really did it this time. The two of you stood in front of your newly decorated hallway, your son in another room doing his homework and probably completely uninterested.

It wasn’t supposed to be newly decorated. Your daughter had taken it upon herself to un-whiten the walls with oily crayons and waterproof markers that would definitely be a pain to remove, if you didn’t have to just paint it over.

“No!” you yelled on instinct when you walked past the hallway and saw her sitting there with her art supplies. At the sound of your indignation, Aone stuck his head around the corner in a silent question before coming fully into the room to see.

“Oh, that’s unfortunate.”

“We have so much paper, why would you draw on the walls?” you asked rhetorically, the frustration clear in your voice and making your daughter tear up quickly. She stood up, holding her hands out and wiggling her fingers as if presenting a masterpiece.

You looked at your husband with furrowed brows, only to find he was looking at you for help already. It would have made you laugh, hadn’t you been so frustrated. Aone cleared his throat. “It’s a really nice drawing, but now we can’t frame it.”

Pursing your lips, you were between cooing and scolding. If that was his biggest worry, you sure chose a good husband.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, pouting and dropping the red and green crayon she previously held in one hand to make a double line.

While you picked the girl up so she couldn’t do any more damage, Aone went to pick up her supplies and put them away. “You can not draw on the walls,” you told her, strict voice having even more effect now that she was in your arms and so close.

Her lip quivered, making her rub her face and smudging colour there too, so you tried to pull her arms away but she thrashed in your hold. Aone came over when the little girl yelled for him, resting a hand on her head to calm her cries.

“But mommy, you said you wanted to put more pictures on the walls,” she cried. You took in a sharp breath, now with your own welling tears as she so sorrowfully admitted to her kind intentions. She’s so much like her dad.

Two days ago, you had thrown out a comment to your husband about wanting more art on the walls and that you should buy more frames for your kids’ stuff.

“Let’s get you washed up,” Aone said, taking the girl from your arms and throwing you a reassuring smile.

While you took the time to calm down and assess the damage and how you would fix it, Aone helped her wash and then set her up with some food in the living room where her brother could watch her for a little while.

As he came back, you were slumped on the floor, stained washcloth in hand and about three different soaps laying around you. Aone noticed how the cleaning had ultimately made the damage worse and puffed out a breath of air before squatting beside you. He licked his thumb and rubbed away a smudge on your face, which reminded him much of your daughter a couple minutes ago, then ran his hand down your jaw to direct your eyes to his.

“It’s fine. I will paint it. She will learn.”

You were tired from work lately, so overwhelmed that things like this made the scale tip. That’s when you were glad to have such a stable husband.

“It’s fine,” you repeated like an affirmation.

Aone smiled. Another day of supporting his perfect family.

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for the requester: I haaad to make Aone good cop, that cutie.

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being the MSBY Jackals’ physiotherapist

anon: HEY BOO! LISTEN BEING THE BLACK JACKELS PHYSIOTHERAPIST! I can imagine a lot of damage I- bye 😽 I could I please have that as a headcanon 👉👈 thanks! ❤️ (that is a If requests are open..)

they are most definitely open and OH MY GOD THIS IS SUCH AN AMAZING IDEA WHEN I GOT THIS I COULDN’T WAIT TO START. i’ve been watching a lot of vids on what physical therapists do too and i hope you like this it was so fun to write !!

Bokuto Koutarou:

he deadass got you mixed up with the sports psychologist

when he walked into your clinic he was all ‘ah, hey there’ before lying faceup on the cot and just talking about his problems

and at first you were alright cause good to make conversation and everything until you realized…. “this guy thinks i’m the therapist”

bokuto: people always assume that i’m really naive and i kinda am but–

you: bokuto,,,, i’m not the therapist

bokuto: oh 👁👄👁

you: does it, um, hurt anywhere?

bokuto: *points to his heart*

after directing him to therapist’’s office, you finally clear up his misconceptions on what you’re supposed to be

you did hear about bokuto but what you didn’t expect was that he was An Actual Ray of Sunshine

whenever he comes to your office for his weekly check-ups, he always brings some sort of present

he likes to bring a package of cookies and the two of you eat them while you have your session

bokuto still uses the term ‘ouchie’ and it’s adorable

he takes really good of himself and his body so he isn’t prone to serious injuries. as soon as he knows something feels off, he’ll stop himself from working and come to your clinic

except,,, he comes way too often

bokuto: I WAS FLEXING MY FINGER AND THEN IT SUDDENLY MADE A CRACK SOUND WILL IT FALL OFF???

you: you’ve… never popped your fingers before?

bokuto: you can POP your FINGERS???

in interviews, bokuto loves to mention all the people who helped him on his journey and ngl it’s a REALLY LONG LIST but he always, always mentions you as ‘the best physical therapist ever!!’

and it makes you so soft you love your job so much

he actually ends up recommending you to his friend, akaashi keiji, because bokuto knows his shoulders and back hurt 

akaashi comes into your office and just goes: “can you crack my back and shake me like a glowstick?”

you: i think you’re looking for a chiropractor

akaashi: …

you: okay, lie down. i’ll see what i can do

Hinata Shouyo:

he got LOST TRYING TO FIND YOUR CLINIC

like, you were checking your watch wondering where your client was before he burst into your clinic thirty minutes late

also for some reason he was really nervous to see you poor baby he had the misconception that you were there to find what was wrong with him and then after he wouldn’t be able to play again

so he was genuinely surprised after you just made him do a few stretches for him, recommended some ways to move his body to utilize it better, and just sent him off

hinata: just… just like that?

you: yeah, pretty much. unless you feel that something else is wrong

after that he’s not so afraid to visit your clinic. in fact, he enjoys it quite a lot!

hinata really takes note of the advice you gave him (he brings a notepad and everything) and he likes to call you up to let you know that they worked

he actually calls you A LOT, like you’re probably the person he texts and calls the most other than natsu

at one point he was calling you every single day asking about what to eat until you decided to make a whole-ass weekly meal plan for him to just cycle through

 he’s actually quite flexible (not as much as sakusa though) and he’s so proud of being able to reach farther than his toes

when you’re not looking though he measures himself against the height chart on your wall and you think it’s absolutely adorable

hinata knows how to take care of his body and TRIES not to overwork himself but sometimes he gets really impatient about wanting to improve so he’ll stay late in the gym, practicing his spikes and serves

BUT since his teammates know hinata listens to you they’ll threaten to tell you when he’s overworking

sakusa: hinata, if you don’t leave the gym right this instant i am calling y/n

hinata: just five more minutes!!

sakusa: *pulls out his phones and presses some random numbers in*

hinata: OKAY OKAY I’M GOING

it’s kind of like the adult version of your parents calling the doctor when you don’t want to eat

also you have no idea that this happens

even though he’s moved on from it, hinata still gets a bit paranoid about playing a major game while being sick

you’re always at their games as part of their medic crew and before it starts, hinata always comes up to you and asks if you can take his temperature

you didn’t know why until atsumu explained everything so now you make sure to always have a temperature on you for hinata’s peace of mind

Atsumu Miya:

someone who actually knows what physical therapists actually do thank god 

ngl you’re kinda shookt at how large he is in real life when he walks into your clinic 

he also assumes right away that you want an autograph so he gifts you a signed picture of himself which you always have on your desk from now on because come on you are a fan

atsumu’s really nice to talk to, he does flirt quite a bit but he genuinely asks about how you are too or if your family is doing alright

such a sweet boy

atsumu’s the one who visits your office often but for reasons that are actually relevant to your job because this man just overexerts himself too much

and he keeps brushing it off and saying that he’s alright but you know better you’re a physical therapist for god’s sake

atsumu: i’m telling you. it’s just a sprain!

you: *pokes his ankle*

atsumu: aaaAAAAAAHHHH

he’s the one that you have to constantly keep tabs on and thanks to the help of his teammates and a spare key, you’re able to drop by his apartment once in a while

but no matter how much of a pain in the ass he is you still can’t help but want to take care of him. whenever you make yourself dinner you find yourself making seconds for atsumu

before you know it, you’re making dinner for your favorite MSBY boys because you don’t want them to feel left out

you also have to stop atsumu from overdoing on the protein shakes and drinking vitamins

because he’s addicted protein shakes especially the strawberry-flavored one but you’re the only one who knows that so shhhhhh

atsumu: if one vitamin capsule makes me healthy, does that mean drinking more will make me even more healthy ??

you: NO STOP. STOP WHATEVER YOU’RE DOING. RIGHT NOW.

one time you got a call in the middle of the night from atsumu saying that he ate an entire container of gummy vitamins and you had to run to his place in your pajamas

idk you just see him so much because he keeps getting injuries and it’s hilarious

atsumu, walking into your clinic: hey, doc! they sent me here cause my back hurts from carrying the entire team!

you: atsumu, you dislocated your shoulder

Sakusa Kiyoomi: 

probably your most normal client among the four of them but that doesn’t mean you don’t enjoy his visits to the clinic 

well, actually when he first visited your clinic, everyone else stalked him because they wanted to see his Flexible Wrists in action

you had to chase them out

sakusa is SO HAPPY that you just took one look at his Flexi-Wrists and noted it down without going batshit over it

you always spray the cots and your instruments with alcohol before he comes in and sakusa knows cause he smells it and he appreciates that so much

one thing that you do notice is that sakusa,,, frequently glances at the jar of lollipops you keep on your desk and give out to your kid patients

and after a session he just lingers for a bit before saying good bye and leaving so one day you just take a chance

you: would you,,, like a lollipop?

sakusa: …. yes please

he chooses a cherry flavored one and is about to leave when he sits back down on the chair

sakusa: they’ll never let me hear the end of it if they see me

so you let him stay in your clinic for a bit longer before deciding to also get a lollipop and that’s how the two of you end your sessions

no talking. just lollipop eating

(i know how it looks but pls don’t add sexual connotations i jus want sakusa to enjoy a fricking lollipop)

he actually likes to remember the scientific muscle names and everything just to impress you 

also, he doesn’t want to give you a hard time but he also likes visiting your office and talking to you (and eating the lollipops) so he makes up all these excuses to come by your clinic

sakusa: i hit my toe on the table

you: okaay, do you need a bandaid?

sakusa: it was the small toe

sakusa’s quite selective about the people he’s with so he’s kind of attached to you now. like it or not, you’re his personal doctor

prepare to receive texts like ‘y/n, i have a cough. what should i drink?’ 

you: sakusa, i’m a PHYSICAL THERAPIST

you: also, ginger tea is supposed to be good for you

he’s actually your eyes and ears when it comes to monitoring the team. kind of like the kid who tattles to the teacher in pre-school

sakusa: y/n, atsumu’s overdoing it again

you: is that so?

atsumu, in the background: NOOOOO NOOO I’M NOT !! SAKUSA’S LYING

you have such a soft spot for sakusa. when he had to be confined at home for breaking his ankle, you sent him a whole jar of lollipops

he ate them all in one day

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BABY KUROO

ハイキュー!!: THE DUMPSTER BATTLE (2024)

dir. by: Susumu Mitsunaka