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cold morning warmths with kenma kozume !

it was sunday. and that means, you’re at your boyfriend’s place for the weekend until monday morning.

waking up to the soft clicks of the keyboard and taps of his mouse, he murmured inaudible words to the screen.

“awh babe,” in a raspy groan, narrowing your eyes towards the unadjusted intensity the computer screen emitted, “it’s late…” you say as kenma spun to you wrapped in his covers as if you were a soon-to-be butterfly in its cocoon.

it’s no surprise that he is up late again, though. pulling all nighters are essentially nothing to him and then play video games for hours until the break of dawn was a mere everyday activity. he lifted up the earmuff of his headphones on one side to hear you better, “it’s six-thirty, sleepyhead. it's early.”

he corrected you like that was better. you took a glimpse at the digital anime girl clock on his nightstand to verify it was in fact, six thirty in the morning. squinting your sleepy eyes with a knowing frown, he leaned back in his gaming chair, gazing at the dimly lit arena of his game, that you can't quite figure out.

“did i wake you?”

you sat up against the bed, rubbing away the sleepiness from your eyes, “not really... are you coming back to bed soon?”

he shook his head autonomously, “probably not, i just got on not too long ago, why?”

“miss you,” even though he’s just a few feet away, you were craving his warmth. for whatever reason, his place was always alarming cold; the blanket was not a good warming aide, and kenma runs warm most nights.

“cold?”

“a little.”

he tugs off his headset, resting it beside the keyboard on the desk, “wanna sit in my lap while i play a few more rounds?”

he didn’t have to ask you twice once you unraveled yourself out the blanket, throwing it over your shoulders to fulfill this promise. sticking your legs through the arms of the chair, your arms hung over his shoulders while his arms around your torso.

“better?” he whispers to you enigmatically, reaching over for his controller, his hand resting on your lower back for a moment or two,

“so much better.”

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drabble of playing games with kenma maybe ?!?

kenma gets mad when his phone dies when it’s his fault.

kenma loves his video games. he’d confirm to anyone who asks. he’ll try to keep his phone charged for when he is on the go, to keep himself occupied by the entertainments that displayed on the screen.

he’ll stray from the screen when needed, though. when someone’s talking to him, the setter’ll show his regards in time while still pressing his nimble digits across the screen.

he had already clicked past each notification that visualized his phone was near its end, but that didn’t stop him from his game session that he was oh-so close at beating. he had a port and his charger right next to him, but he couldn’t be bothered to just pick it up to save him the hassle of the phone screen going black.

he’d express his annoyed emotion through a series of curses and: “ i was almost there! now i’d have to restart” followed by some huffs and the biting of the inside of his cheek.

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might be in love with sakusa rn

not sure if you're taking requests but-

haikyuu character/s comforting you when you've had a bad day?

i don't really mind which character/s you choose, but i would prefer a sakusa please and thank you. <3

𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐘? - kiyoomi sakusa. 

hi love !! thank you for the request, i’m always taking them <3 i’ll make this just a sakusa one for you. though i’ll branch out and make some for the other boys, eventually.

warnings : it’s fluff :) post-timeskip sakusa , and semi-proofread !

wc : 0.8k

it felt like forever for the day to end when you got home. you seen better days, but today just wasn’t one of them.

by the time you set foot indoors, you dropped your handbag to the wooden floors, a glass breaking into fragments reverberated the hallway. wish you had the energy to care for the nameless article that had broke within the carrier—

something to worry about later you dismiss dragging your feet down the hall, to the nearby bathroom where you stepped foot into the tub, fully clothed, shoes and all. 

sakusa had mentioned earlier that he’ll be arriving later than usual because of the boys need for practice for an upcoming game. to the both your dismay, meant seeing each other less. in the meantime, you lean on the white tiled of the bathroom wall using it as a guide on your way down, taking seat on the floor, the clear rubber mat creating a comfortable cushion for you. 

tugging your legs to your chest with the aid of your jeans and the crescents of your fingers pressing gently on the inner part of your ankle while your head made a home on top of the curve. it’s been a while since you sat in the tub, fully clothed to reflect on your day being that you had sakusa there who let you play with his fascinating black coils of his hair.

now you listen to the sound of the water droplets of the sink faucet just feet above you, making a plink noise as each one hits the dark porcelain base, failing to hold at the ring. you didn’t mind the sound, though, it had given you a kind of tranquility overtime. the silence around the nearby rooms of the apartment was even better— nothing to interrupt your thoughts.

it was until the front door from the other side of the wall opened with the click of the lock, the voice you knew too well registered in your ears, “y/n?” 

you would reply with a strained, ‘ in the bathroom ’ before he headed just that way. 

and there you sat, work attire still attached to your person, he leaned against the frame, bag slung across his shoulder and rested at his hip. he could tell something was wrong with you, either you don’t know how to correctly take a bath or, of course, didn’t have that good of a day.

“ i don’t think that’s how you take a bath,” he conversed after the intervals of silence give him an unsetting feeling in the pit of his stomach. even so, he pulls off the bag setting it on the floor outside the bathroom and his shoes atop of the bag. he tracked up the upon entering, cringing at his shoe design that melted into your smaller ones, “bad day?”

“yep,” 

you phrased popping the p at the end of your singled response. you lifted your head following his figure as he sat on the opposite side of the tub. he seemed as if he was stuck in that position from the limited room he has to extend his sore legs. though he didn’t seem to mind it, “would you like to talk about it?” 

the shake of your head was enough for the corner of his lips to tug downwards. he would usually pester you into giving in, particularly how he would when the two of you initially got together a few years back. but over that time, he learned that can be overwhelming for some— for him even, “okay, but if you want to. i’ll listen.” 

he wasn’t sure if he— or you wanted to be in his arms or the other way around. so he does what he always do, 

“would you like to play with my hair?”

and it gets you every time. a little grin replacing the frown that sported on your lips, nodding your head with it. he stands up, with lead of the his hands pressed to his knees before turning around, his back back pressed gently against your chest. your fingers happily meshing with his soft strands that always captivated you to see the pretty inconsistent curls.

he tries to keep his curls soft and coiled for you, knowing how you find it oddly entertaining to make pigtails and random braids that he has to discover on his wash days.

the player never seemed to mind, regardless of the hassle it was to pick at his hair with the end of one of your pointy combs, or when you put an unnatural amount of gel in his hair to slick it down. it made you happy, and as did it make him.

“can you get the gel and colorful rubber bands— oh the brush and comb too!"

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atsumu and kenma drabble next, kay

the boyfriend who loves those quiet mornings, rustling of the wind brushing against the window that’s just feet from the bed. feeling his grasp on your frame give you a little squeeze when he pulls you closer.

the one who always checks up on your eating habits to make sure you’re getting a healthy meal or snack. he’d even airplane the food that rests atop of the cutlery that he pressed to your glazed lips.

he’ll wear an apron and a cute little chef hat that flops at the left and decorative pins at the band. he sways slightly to the music in the background that plays through his phone, humming to the beat. he’s the boyfriend that always has you taste the dish to get your rating, like your a judge and he’s the chef.

the boyfriend who loves those little moments and things you do for one another. random words of affirmations, little dates and adventures you go on every once and a while.

osamu is the boyfriend that reminds you of how you make him enjoy the life he has with you being involved.