#Happy Birthday Tadashi!

[sk8theinfinitysims4-leavan]

~Tadashi's Birthday~ - 22/11/2023

🛹🤜Skating with you is Infinity!🤛🛹

お誕生日おめでとう、菊池忠さん🐶🐍🛹

Happy Birthday Tadashi Kikuchi-san! 🐶🐍🛹

In Japan is already November 22nd and therefore Tadashi's birthday! We have already celebrated with our skater sim Tadashi his birthday (@lea-heartscxiv and @van-yangyin) because it's already an every year must do, if you want to know how our sim Tadashi spends his November 22nd with his friends, you can read it below in keep reading in English (or go to our Blogger linked in our pinned post in you want to read it in Spanish), with extras.

What's coming up for Tadashi this year? Find out what’s going here or on our Blogger 🐶🐍

Disclaimer: English is not our native language, so it's possible that we have writed and/or translated some things incorrectly. 🙇💦

Tadashi got up as he usually did, put on the coffee machine and went to take a shower while mentally reviewing Ainosuke-sama's schedule.

Tadashi: In the morning meeting with businessmen, at noon they will continue it at the restaurant - while he was thinking, his mobile rang, he got out of the shower with the towel. He picked up the phone, and from the other side heard a singing voice that sounded very familiar.

???: Happy birthday, Tadashi! - he heard from the mobile.

Tadashi: Thank you, Ainosuke-sama.

Ainosuke: By the way, change the noon meal, I told them that I have a very important business to do.

Tadashi: Very important business?

Ainosuke: Yes, and now with or without your permission, I'm going back to sleep - and hung up the mobile.

Tadashi: ...Ainosuke-sama?

When he thought about calling back, the coffee machine beeped, he got dressed, went to the kitchen, and poured himself a cup.

When he drank his coffee, from the kitchen went to the balcony to spend a moment of his early morning in taking care of the few roses he had started to grow there. An apartment he and Ainosuke-sama had recently moved into.

When he finished, he went to the room, where Ainosuke-sama was asleep. And he found something totally different from what he expected.

Ainosuke: Early this morning, you've already had your coffee without milk, haven't you, Tadashi?

Tadashi: Of course, like every morning. But Ainosuke-sama, what are you doing undressed?

When Tadashi dressed again and dressed his master, they both headed out of the room to get ready to go to work. Ainosuke: «Joe, all set for this noon.» - he wrote in a text message to Kojiro. Tadashi: «Why do Ainosuke-sama think I'm going to feel pressured? I really don't care that my parents aren't invited this time.» - thinking. 

After spending the morning working, it was time for lunch and as Ainosuke said before to Tadashi, he directed him to Sia la Luce for lunch. 

Ainosuke: Fine, let's go inside. 

They sat down at the table that Kojiro indicated.

Kojiro: For the first plate, some mussels. 

Kojiro: And for the second plate, a special oyster dish, both courtesy of a friend of mine who guided me in the preparation. Happy birthday, Kikuchi. I hope you two enjoy the dishes.

Tadashi: Thank you.

Tadashi helped himself to a plate of oysters, but when he was about to eat...

Ainosuke: Tadashi, come here for a moment... Happy Birthday. 

And after the kiss on the cheek they began to eat.��

Tadashi: They are delicious.

Ainosuke: I knew you would love them. 

And while they were eating, Kojiro, since had Sia la Luce just for them, poured himself a coffee.

Kojiro: I think I should let guys know so they can start arriving.

And as soon as he finished his cup of coffee, he went to call Kaoru and the others. Before long Kaoru arrived and didn't waste a minute to try a plate of oysters from his gorilla.

Kaoru: They smell pretty good for a gorilla to have made them. Of course, he had the help of an expert seafood chef... 

And after Kaoru everyone else joined in one by one.

Miya: «I'm sure this will have more calories than I need.» - thinking. 

Hiromi: «Why did ADAM order this dish? I don't think it will feed us much...» - thinking.

Reki: «I hope there's some more food later. This doesn't look like the typical food Joe makes.» - thinking. 

Tadashi: «Ainosuke-sama was planning to invite everyone?» - thinking.

Although that was not Ainosuke's initial plan, everyone finished eating the mussels and oysters, some more than others. Indeed these were the only dishes Ainosuke had ordered for the meal, dishes which were considered to be aphrodisiacs because of their high zinc content. And then it was the turn of the cake.

Tadashi: Thank you all for the cake.

Ainosuke: All? - whispering.

Reki: You're welcome! Even though it wasn't us. Happy birthday!

Ainosuke: Of course it wasn't them, the cake was MY idea.

Kaoru: ADAM being generous for once? 🫢

And among all and/or one by one they wished him a Happy Birthday.

Tadashi cut the first piece for Ainosuke and served it to him.

Ainosuke: Do you know that strawberries are an aphrodisiac? 

Tadashi: Just like oysters and mussels, master.

After offering the first piece to Ainosuke, Tadashi served his own and then everyone else grabbed a piece.

Reki: But if it's his birthday, why did he give the first one to ADAM?

After the cake, it was the turn of a gift that everyone (except Ainosuke) had chosen.

At the end of the celebration at Sia la Luce, Tadashi didn't understand why Ainosuke-sama told him that he didn't want him to feel pressure. They went to his apartment and once inside, they went to the balcony where another plate of oysters was left on the table...

They stared at the roses. When Tadashi had left them this morning they hadn't even bloomed yet... Surely Ainosuke-sama had sent someone to plant a few.

Ainosuke: Beautiful, aren't they? They're a gift from your father and mother for your birthday, grown this morning from our little... from the garden of the Shindo mansion. While we were celebrating your birthday your father moved them and planted them. Let's go inside. I have something to tell you.

Tadashi: «For this I would feel pressured?» - he thought.

Ainosuke knelt down in the living room, while Tadashi worried because didn't want him to dirty his pants.

Ainosuke: I don't care about my dear aunts' failed engagement with Ayumi-chan, nor about future engagements that will fail. This time in a quiet and reserved place, would you like to be my dog for my whole life?

Tadashi: Ainosuke-sama...

Tadashi knelt down beside Ainosuke and hugged him.

Tadashi: My answer will always be... Yes!

~End of Tadashi's Birthday - 2023~

Although after so much aphrodisiac food, they had another romantic evening, although this time at night. Would you like to see it?

~Extras~

Tadashi before getting dressed.

Not to be outdone, like Kojiro, Kaoru also poured himself a cup of coffee while waiting for cake time.

Chill out 1 - Puddle of water

Langa: «ADAM, I'm mopping... Don't step in that puddle of water.... Or you'll get your feets dirty.» - thinking.

Ainosuke: «Langa-kun , are you challenging me? 💕» - thinking.

And so Ainosuke stepped in the water and Langa continued to scrub angrily.

Chill out 2 - The first piece of cake

Miya: «That's not fair, I'm supposed to be the smallest of them all. They should give the first piece to me, if Kikuchi doesn't want to be the first to help herself to her own cake, why give it to ADAM.» - thinking.

Ainosuke: «Little blossoming bud, are you envious?» - thinking.

Miya: «How scary... I'm going to wait for Joe to serve me a piece of cake...» - thinking.

[srapsodia]

omg idk if you're still doing the character interaction drawings or not but if no one else has asked for it yet i'd love to see tsukki and yamaguchi in 46: one bandaging the other—yamaguchi wrapping tsukki's fingers maybe? or even the other way around tbh seriously im in love with every response youve given to each prompt, theyre all so cool and dynamic!! (and just your art in general, the poses aaah!!)

46: one bandaging the other

it's a captain's duty to make sure his teammates are taken care of, of course 🧡

[flyingwargle]

no matter how many years have passed, suga will never tire of entering the sendai city gymnasium.

he still remembers the first time he stood beneath the lights, on the court with his teammates, faced against their opponents. he was overcome with nerves in that match, which affected his tosses and made them lose the first set. although they managed to turn it around and win, that match was a wake-up call that yes, he is the team’s setter, he is the conductor of their offense, and whether they win or lose depends on how effectively he utilizes his hitters.

it was a burden that he was happy to carry, as he did not stand alone on the court. even when he was relegated to the sidelines in his third year, he still held that burden as vice-captain, as a mentor for his underclassmen, as a role model for his teammates to follow.

even though he left the court for good after graduation, he still carries that responsibility, honored to do so for the rest of his life, because he knows that his underclassmen are destined for greatness in a way that he never will be.

the first day of the inter-high preliminaries falls on his birthday. last year, it coincided with the third day, where he watched his underclassmen lose to datekou after a long and hard match. his tears were not out of pity but pride, proud of how tanaka filled asahi’s role as the ace, how ennoshita became the new defense specialist after daichi, how kinoshita improved significantly as a pinch server. the dinner afterwards was not mired with frustration but determination, as the team promised him to bring home victory at the spring tournament as a belated birthday present.

this year, he enters the stands with daichi and tanaka. asahi has a major project due after the weekend, ennoshita is knees-deep in research for his kinesiology paper, and neither kinoshita nor narita could get away, either. and last suga heard of noya, he’d taken off to his first adventure in mexico.

tanaka greets his underclassmen that comprise of karasuno’s cheering squad. he introduces them to daichi and suga, their juniors bowing in respect. suga gives a wave and turns to the glance down at the court, where the referees are talking on the sidelines, few members of the press snapping photos on the side. team banners are tied along the railings, their teams huddled on the stands as they wait for their match to begin.

“who’s the new captain?” daichi asks after tanaka joins them. “yamaguchi, right?”

“i wouldn’t be surprised if he made tsukishima vice-captain,” suga adds.

“nah, it’s actually kageyama,” tanaka says. “yamaguchi texts me sometimes for advice, and whenever i about kageyama, he says that he helps with strategies and formations.”

“that’s more than my vice-captain did,” daichi drawls, shooting a look at suga. “i remember entrusting the team to a certain second-year more than my vice.”

suga huffs with a roll of his eyes. “it’s my birthday, you know. let’s save the slander for another day.” he is about to say more when the gym doors open and the first competing teams step onto the court upon a shower of applause. they’re quick to join in, breaking off to point when karasuno enters. “there they are!”

“tsukishima looks even taller,” daichi remarks. “yamaguchi looks more muscular, too.”

“hinata’s still the shortest!” suga laughs. “even though he grew so much!”

tanaka cackles. “he still looks like a first-year compared to everyone else.” were it not for his aura of a veteran emanating around him, he could still be easily mistaken as a rookie at his first official high school match.

suga watches them take their team jackets off and step onto the court to warm up, his eyes roaming their backs. yamaguchi wears the #1 jersey proudly, tall and strong. tsukishima took #3, off to the side to talk with an underclassman. hinata wears #5, standing at the end line as he waits for his turn. when the net is clear, he makes his approach, pulls his arms behind him, and jumps.

kageyama, clad in the #2 jersey, tosses the ball with lightning speed, and hinata spikes it in the blink of an eye. behind him, the cheering squad shouts, “nice kill!” and “nice toss!” daichi whistles. “their quick is as fast as ever, right, suga?”

he doesn’t reply, transfixed on kageyama. as a third-year, he exudes a much more refined aura, someone more confident in himself, his tosses, his teammates. everything about him promises that he’ll get the ball to where it needs to go, that he’ll bring his team to victory. it’s confidence that suga wishes he had in the past, in himself and his skills.

it’s not just that. kageyama leaves the net as the next team warms up, and although hinata flanks him, their juniors talk to them, anxious and nervous. he watches him comfort the one wearing the #9 jersey, and although he can’t hear what he says, it has to be reassuring. or, maybe not, because hinata’s laugh reaches him from the stands, along with, “kageyama, you never know what to say!”

soon, the teams line up to greet each other. kageyama stands beside yamaguchi, followed by tsukishima, their libero, and then hinata. suga still remembers when they first joined the team, their round faces and eyes bright with possibility, their animosity and rivalry, their teamwork and synergy. to think that he taught hinata how to receive, watching him slide across the court flawlessly after a pass. to think that he taught kageyama about teamwork, watching him high-five his hitter after he scores. to think that all his underclassmen were weak and inexperienced, to standing tall in their team jerseys.

he might not get a car for his birthday, or world peace, or anything extravagant, but to see how far his juniors have come is the best present he could ever ask for.

[13th-friday]

Happy birthday Tadashi. ♡

Happy birthday to plastic tree's amazing and talented bassist Tadashi Hasegawa. I can't believe it's already his birthday and he's really 54 it seems like the time has went by so fast. I hope tadashi had an amazing birthday and spent it with all of the people he loves, and I hope he knows how loved he his by all of plastic tree's fans. I'm so grateful that I get to hear the sound of his beautiful bass and hopefully everyone will hear it for many more years to come.

I hope you're in good health and continuing to be passionate as the leader of plastic tree. We all love you very much.

[van-skmugen]

菊池忠さん、お誕生日おめでとう！🐶🛹 ～～～～～～～～～ スネークさん、お誕生日おめでとう！🐍🛹 ～～～～～～～～～ HAPPY BIRTHDAY TADASHI KIKUCHI！🐶🛹 ～～～～～～～～～ HAPPY BIRTHDAY SNAKE! 🐍🛹

[kingstrawberry]

best birthday gift

(cw: food)

starts as a silly bday story with the krsn5 + natsu, ends with a bunch of #tsukikage fluff, a perfect bday for tsuki rly

—

tsukishima is /not/ a morning person. it’s public knowledge that he’d rather jump off a cliff than wake up before ten on a free day. his plan for his birthday is to sleep through it, he’d like nothing better.

unfortunately for him, tsukishima has friends who are morning people, and they want to celebrate with him for the whole day, which apparently starts at eight. his phone hasn’t stopped chiming with messages for the last ten minutes. he starts to roll over, ignoring the phone, but then it rings.

he reflexively slams his hand onto his nightstand and grabs it. before he can think to stop himself, tsuki picks up the call.

“what?!” he hisses at his best friend.

“happy birthday tsukki!!” yamaguchi shouts.

“yamaguchi tadashi, it’s the middle of the night, tell me why i shouldn’t murder you right now.”

yamaguchi, bastard that he is, just laughs. “somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“i shouldn’t even be awake right now!”

“but then how will you see your birthday gift?” yamaguchi asks, voice perfectly innocent even though tsukishima knows he’s grinning like a demon right now.

tsuki’s about to throw his phone out the window but a soft “happy birthday lemon-san,” makes him nearly drop it on the bed instead.

he hears hinata’s voice through the line even though hinata clearly isn’t talking to him. “ssshhhhh!!! you’re sposed to be a surprise for the birthday boy!!”

“i have a gift!” the little voice shouts back.

“tell hinata not to call me a birthday boy,” tsukishima deadpans to yamaguchi.

“you got it, birthday man,” yamaguchi deadpans back before hanging up.

—

“wow!” yamaguchi says as tsuki emerges from his house. “that’s the fastest you’ve ever got down here!”

“not true, he was faster last year when we told him hinata set your hair on fire,” kags argues.

hinata puts his hands up in surrender. “in my defense, birthday candles are more dangerous than i thought.”

tsuki’s about to say no one was actually on fire and that they’re all idiots, but he’s distracted by a tiny orange blur running towards him.

“lemon-san!” natsu cheers as she jumps up for a hug.

he scoops her up easily, just like he’s done a thousand times before, and turns to look at hinata. “you’re actually the worst for using your sister like this,” he says as he follows his friends down the path away from his house.

hinata scoffs, appalled. “/she/ wanted to see you!” he brings one hand down over his heart. “i tried my best not to bring her, i swear, but she was too excited.” he scowls at natsu but its clear he’s not actually upset. “nearly set the kitchen on fire yesterday.”

natsu, perched with her head on tsuki’s shoulder, looks down at her older brother and giggles.

“kitchen fire?” tsuki asks.

hinata nods. “she wanted to make your gift.” he hands natsu a small box covered in hand drawn swirls and glitter.

“thank you, natsu,” tsuki says as she gives it to him.

he opens the little box and finds a bunch of cookies, frosted to look like volleyballs. it’s not professionally done, but it’s not messy either. “you did this?”

natsu shakes her head. “blueberry-san helped!”

tsuki turns to kags. “you did?”

“do you think hinata could prevent a kitchen fire?”

yama snorts and tsuki laughs while the idiot duo start arguing.

before the argument gets too bad, natsu taps tsuki’s wrist, a nonverbal signal that she wants to be let down, and he sets her on the ground.

she immediately runs between the idiots while tsuki falls into step with yama.

“here,” yama says, holding a bag out to tsuki. “happy birthday, birthday man.”

tsuki takes the bag and elbows him simultaneously.

“ow!”

“don’t be a baby,” tsuki responds as he removes the gift paper from yama’s bag. “jurassic park?”

yama smiles. “there’s more.”

tsuki rummages through the bag some more. there really is too much filler paper in there. the side of his hand hits another piece of plastic and he pulls The Lost World out.

“your old tapes must be nearly dead,” yama mutters.

“my copy of Three offed itself last year,” tsuki admits.

yama gapes at him for a second, but he quickly regains his composure. “you’re gonna love the rest of the gift, then.”

tsuki’s eyebrows shoot up as he looks at yama. “that’s too much money.”

yama smiles softly. “it wasn’t all me.” before tsuki can ask, yama tilts his head forward.

“hinata?”

yama nods. “he chipped in but he has his own gift for you too. both of them,” he waves his hand vaguely at the two oranges directly in front of him, “wanted to make you something.”

tsuki lets the DVDs fall back into the bag and gingerly sets natsu’s cookies on top before hugging yamaguchi, who reciprocates immediately.

“happy birthday,” yama says quietly.

“thanks,” tsuki replies, matching yama’s volume.

they let go quickly though, startled by natsu shouting at kageyama. “you have to!” she grabs his hand. “they go together!”

kageyama easily lets natsu drag him back to tsuki, bumping shoulders with yamaguchi as he passes them to walk with hinata instead.

tsuki picks natsu up automatically. “what goes together?”

“our gifts!” natsu says brightly.

tsuki looks at kags expectantly.

it’s kind of difficult for kags to get his gift out of his jacket since natsu is still holding his hand, but he manages after a few seconds of fumbling. he quickly hands tsuki an unlabeled bottle full of pink liquid.

“pepto?” tsuki asks.

kags’ brow creases. “strawberry milk.”

tsuki turns the bottle in his hands. there are no markings on it anywhere, and it looks more like a soda bottle than a milk bottle. “suspicious.”

“homemade.”

“it’s half empty.”

kags’ ears turn as pink as his homemade drink. “i may have given some away,” he mumbles.

“you /gave away/ my birthday gift?”

“the real gift is at my house!” kags blurts defensively. “and i couldn’t just-”

“i wanted to try,” natsu says.

“oh.” tsukishima relaxes. “that’s fine then.” he gives the bottle to her. “you can have as much as you want, orange-kun.”

she lets go of kageyama’s hand to open the bottle, but tsuki grabs his hand before it can fall back to his side.

kags doesn’t even seem to notice as he automatically interlaces their fingers. “you see why i couldn’t say no,” kags says as both of them watch natsu happily drink tsuki’s gift.

tsuki nods. “you’re forgiven.”

kags scowls. “i never apologized.”

tsuki grins at him. “and i still forgave you.”

kags opens his mouth to respond but tsuki asks a question before they can start arguing.

“what’s this about the real gift?”

kageyama smiles at him. “you’ll see.”

tsuki is about to ask what the hell that means when a bell chimes ahead of them.

“hurry up!” yamaguchi shouts as he slips through the cafe door.

tsuki can see yachi through the window. she smiles and waves at him. he waves back.

“happy birthday, tsukishima!” she says cheerfully as he, kags and natsu join the other three at the table.

“thanks.”

“why is natsu pink?” hinata asks.

“what?” tsuki asks as he moves natsu enough that he can see her face.

she grins at him, showing off her bright pink milk mustache.

“oh, its the king’s gift.”

“what?” hinata and yachi say in unison.

“you got him milk?” yama asks.

“i /made/ milk.”

“i didn’t know you were a cow,” hinata says flatly.

kags nods very seriously, as if he’s about to deliver some life changing news. “cow-geyama.”

tsuki covers his mouth. it was a dumb joke and he will /not/ laugh at it, no matter how much yachi giggles or how wide yamaguchi’s eyes get.

in his effort not to look at his amused friends, tsuki ends up catching kags’ eye.

kags smiles at him knowingly.

tsuki huffs. he can always question kags about the real gift after breakfast.

—

it turns out kags is very good at avoiding questions, and that’s how tsukishima ends up at kageyama’s house at seven pm on his birthday. he kind of wants to sleep but his curiosity outweighs his fatigue.

kags hands him a box that he practically tears open. a large photo frame with a dinosaur on the corner stares up at him.

“thank you?” tsuki says. this would be a better gift for yamaguchi than him. hinata and yachi got him a camera last christmas and he hasn’t stopped taking pictures since. tsuki would ask if kags somehow got his gifts switched around, but there’s a dinosaur on the frame.

“be honest, this was yamaguchi’s idea, wasn’t it?”

“no!”

“hinata’s then.”

“no! god, you’re such an asshole.”

tsuki pouts. “thats not a nice thing to say to the birthday boy.”

“oh /now/ you’re the birthday boy.”

tsuki looks at kags like he’s stupid. “it’s been my birthday the whole day.”

kags snatches the open box from tsuki’s hands. “i’m taking my gift back.”

“hey!” tsuki reaches for the box but kags holds it behind him, out of reach, and tsuki ends up with his arms around kags’ waist. “give it!”

“no.”

tsuki steps back with a frown, but not enough that they’re actually as far apart as they were a few minutes ago. his hands rest on kageyama’s hips as he thinks.

“what’re you-” kags gets cut off by a peck on the lips.

tsuki uses kags’ surprise against him and gets his gift back by reaching around him before he can react.

“oh my god,” kags groans, pressing his head into tsuki’s shoulder. “worst boyfriend ever.”

“and /i/ love /you./”

kags cracks a smile. “you’ll love me more after you get your real gift.”

tsuki’s brow furrows. “this isn’t it?”

kags shakes his head. “this is just for the team picture you keep on the fridge.”

tsuki feels a warmth in his chest that kags thought of a small detail like that. he leans down and steals another peck before asking what his real gift is.

kags takes tsuki to his living room and sits him on the couch. nothing looks out of place, and there’s nothing that particularly looks like a gift, unless kags is planning on giving tsukishima a decorative paper fan. there’s at least five on the wall behind the TV.

kags turns the TV on and switches the channel to a documentary about koalas.

“this is my gift?”

“its what you watch while i get your gift ready.”

tsukishima’s confusion reaches an all time high, but he’s long since given up on understanding kags’ thought process. “okay.”

it’s not long before enticing scents are coming from the kitchen. tsuki tries his best to focus on the documentary; it’s pretty good and he’s actually learning a decent amount about- his stomach growls. \’okay, thats enough.’\ he’s had a very fun but very exhausting day, and the last twenty minutes of all these mouthwatering scents wafting over has nearly killed him.

tsuki heads into the kitchen, where kags is pouring a bright pink drink that tsuki recognizes as his birthday gift.

kags doesn’t look away from the mugs as he speaks. “i set everything up already. go eat.”

tsuki is too hungry to argue or offer kags help with the slightly messy kitchen. he walks into the dining room without a word.

at the dinner table, there’s enough food to feed at least five people, plus a strawberry shortcake. tsuki piles food onto his plate and he’s halfway through a bowl of rice and beef when kags comes in with the milk.

“enjoying your real gift?”

tsuki nods. his mouth is too full for him to speak.

dinner goes by quickly and mostly silently. aside from utensils clinking and a few requests to pass food across the table, they’re not making noise. kags was just as hungry as tsuki (he always is), so the only constant sound is both of them chewing.

tsuki practically inhales two slices of strawberry shortcake as kags has his third helping of chicken curry and rice.

they both finish their meal with strawberry milk, which is surprisingly good despite its unsettling color.

“how did you,” tsuki’s mouth is slow, and talking takes too much effort. he’s about two minutes away from a food coma. “the color.”

kags blinks at tsuki for a few seconds. clearly all the food has taken its toll on him too. “food coloring.”

kags heads to the living room and tsuki follows.

tsuki is halfway through putting on his shoes when kags asks what he’s doing. “i’m putting my shoes on.”

kags clicks his tongue. “i know, why?”

“to go home?”

“just stay over.”

“didn’t you bring us here to say goodnight?” tsuki asks, but he slips his shoe off anyway.

“no.” kags’ voice softens. “i thought we could watch a movie.”

“im going to pass out as soon as i sit on the couch.”

kags takes this in stride easily. he takes tsuki’s hand in his. “okay, then let’s go to bed.”

alarm bells go off in tsuki’s head. he’s never shared a bed with kags before and he’s not sure what to expect, but any worry he has is soothed as soon as he sinks into the blankets.

“at least change first.”

“don’t have spare clothes.”

kags throws a t-shirt and pair of blue sweats at him. “use these.”

tsuki’s too sleepy to argue about how these clothes are gonna leave his ankles and his waist exposed. he just does as he’s told and burrows into the blankets like he never plans to come out.

but even in his sleep addled state, he feels the lights turn off and hears the bedroom door open. “if you sleep on the couch in your own house i /will/ sleep on the floor.”

kags huffs out a quiet laugh.

“i’m serious.”

“i know you are.”

it wouldn’t even be the first time tsuki’s done that.

“i’m just gonna clean up first. i’ll be right back.”

tsuki squints at kags, using the glow from the windows and the hallway to see his face. “okay,” he says slowly. “but if you’re not back in an hour im gonna get up and bring you here.”

kags smiles, or at least tsuki thinks he does. it’s kind of hard to tell with the bad lighting and no glasses on. “alright, just sleep for now though.” kags closes the door behind him.

“okay,” tsuki says to the empty room as he sets an alarm on his phone for an hour from now.

—

the alarm chimes just as the bed sinks next to tsuki.

tsuki turns it off and blinks at his boyfriend. “you’re done?”

kags nods, and tsuki sees that he’s also changed into pajamas, very familiar looking pajamas. he grabs his phone and shines the flashlight on kageyama.

“you have a Silver Moon shirt?”

kags shakes his head and his cheeks turn pink. “you do.”

tsuki’s too sleepy to connect the dots. “what?” his Silver Moon shirt went missing just over a month ago.

“i told yama this was a dumb idea,” kags mutters.

“huh?”

kags sighs heavily. “yamaguchi said you would think it was cute if i wore your clothes.”

“how’d you even get it?” kags hasn’t even been to tsuki’s house in the last three months at least. whenever they want to spend time together they always go to kageyama’s house.

“yamaguchi,” kags says simply.

“ah.” ok so mystery solved. that is tsuki’s Silver Moon shirt. it’s not missing, kags is wearing it. tsuki’s brain finally kicks into gear. his boyfriend is wearing his clothes. he feels his face heat up and one of his hands shoots out of the blankets to grab kags’ arm and pull him into the bed.

kags quickly settles in as the small spoon with tsuki’s arm around his waist and his face tucked into the crook of kags’ neck.

it’s nice, cozy, with the added bonus that kags can’t look at tsuki. tsuki doesn’t think he could take it if kags looked at him right now. “keep the shirt,” tsuki mumbles.

“hm?”

“keep it.”

he feels kags still next to him. “really?”

tsuki yawns. “you look cute.” from this position, tsuki can smell the fresh laundry scent coming off of the shirt. this definitely isn’t the first time kags has worn it since it went missing. “take all my shirts if you want,” he sleepily adds as his eyes close.

“shut up,” kags replies, but there’s no heat to his words, especially as he pushes back to lean further into tsuki. it’s a feeling tsuki could get used to.

“that’s not,” tsuki yawns, “not a nice thing to say to the birthday boy.”

instead of a verbal response, tsuki gets a lot of squirming and rolling around. before he can open his eyes, he feels a peck on his lips. his eyes fly open and he sees a blushing kageyama just a few inches away from him. he leans forward for a better kiss.

kags sighs into him and he feels a hand slide up to rest at the base of his neck. they eventually pull apart for air but they’re still tangled together. kags smiles warmly at him, rough edges rounded out with sleep. “happy birthday, kei.”

tsuki pulls him closer, this time pressing his face into kageyama’s collarbone. “goodnight, tobio.”

“goodnight.”

tsuki falls asleep with a hand running through his hair. his last thought is that kags taking his shirt might be the best gift he’s ever gotten.

[lys-9-10]

It just so happens to be both Shoyo Hinata and Simon Snow’s birthdays today... 

so i’ma take this opportunity to share this extremely self-indulgent fic I wrote last summer where the Kagehina + Yachi friendship trio are Simon Snow superfans and a protective/supportive Kagehina chaperones Yachi’s first date to the new Simon Snow movie 😝  

i make absolutely no apologies, this brought me joy 😁🌞

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom:Haikyuu!!, Carry On Series - Rainbow Rowell, Simon Snow & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, Yachi Hitoka/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Hinata Shouyou & Kageyama Tobio & Yachi Hitoka

Series: Part 2 of The Yachi & Kageyama & Hinata Wholesome Friendship Trio, Part 3 of Yachi + Kagehina one-shots

Summary:

Summary for Haikyuu fans: When Tadashi asks Yachi out, she immediately runs to her best friends Kageyama and Hinata for advice. An overprotective Kageyama suggests they double date, so that he and Hinata can make sure Tadashi doesn’t pull any smooth moves.

Summary for Simon Snow fans: Three Simon Snow nerds and one non-nerd double date to the new Carry On movie. Things get kind of awkward when the non-nerd doesn’t get the reference to Baz in jeans. Amongst other transgressions.

Summary for those who are both Haikyuu & Simon Snow fans: Read it. :P

[kokokoula]

mornings (birthday special)

a/n: i legit sat down and spent a whole day to pull this one out of my ass. i just wish i could post this earlier. if i fail my exams, i swear-- quoting sei: "i'm the reason why i'm stressed." (btw this is not the soft spot fic just something for tsukki's birthday.)

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tsukishima remembers akaashi mentioning that the dullest way to start a story is a character waking up to the sun shining.

"it's so overused, and there's nothing hooking the readers. writers really need to up their game..." akaashi had complained, something really rare. guess the stress can really get to people sometimes.

tsukishima cracks his eyes open and sees your figure, though blurry, sleeping peacefully beside him the first thing in the morning, with the sunlight spilling onto the bed and adorning your face. it's so ethereal yet fragile, this moment; maybe this is what the writers were trying to capture.

tsukishima can't remember when the last time he woke up before you was. he's used to seeing your eyes gaze up at him and hearing your giggle when his meets yours. "good morning" will be softly whispered follow by a light kiss on the cheek.

he knows that he might wake you, but kei still entangles his legs with yours and shifts closer to wrap his arm around you. he presses his lips against the the crown of your head, taking a second to breathe in the familiar scent of the shampoo you always use.

adulthood is never easy, especially if you have to juggle both a museum job and a volleyball career. tsukishima loves what he does, seriously, but sometimes it gets exhausting. it's running errands, running on court, and repeat. emails. blocking. artifacts. spiking. records. training--

kei finally catches a breath when he sees you at the end of the day, wearing one of his shirts and half asleep on the couch, waiting for him to return. he'd kick off his shoes and leave his things by the door, stumbling into your embrace that feels more like home than this house can ever be.

you stir awake. his arm around your waist tightens. he feels your hand coming up to the nape of his neck, running through the strands of blonde hair. it feels good.

"morning, kei." he responds with a hum and another kiss to your head. you pull away and he groans, but shuts up when you kiss him on the lips. it's long and lazy, he loves it.

"happy birthday, beanpole." oh right, it's the twenty-seventh.

"thank you."

"you're getting old." you say and stifle a laugh. he clicks his tongue in mock annoyance. "that just means i'm wiser than you."

he pulls you in again. comfortable silence settles, with the occasional sounds of the busy world outside. he could stay like this.

suddenly, you tap on his arm urgently, sitting up.

"shit, we're meeting tadashi and the others, remember?"

"do we have to?"

"obviously."

just when you are about to leave the bed, he catches onto your hand and kisses the back of it.

"you owe me strawberry shortcake later." you both know he'll end up paying anyways, and you'll bicker about it like an old couple.

"okay, you big baby."

tsukishima smiles.

[clawsdevour]

hq charas telling u hbd hcs

wc: 0.4k content warning: not proofread, all fluff headcanons!!

note: dedicated to my mutual, happy late birthday @laid-backcamp <3

❛ 。˳ ❀˚

-the type to chalantly spoil you rotten. They're walking around trying to seek you with presents occupying their field of vision. The moment they see you, they're running at you full force with gifts overbearing their hands while yelling out happy birthday.

"BABEE!!! HAPPPPPY BIRTHDAY!!!"

charas: hinata shoyo, bokuto kotaro, nishinoya yu, oikawa tooru

─

-the type to start singing happy birthday to you loudly whenever they see you in an attempt to playfully taunt you while letting other people know it's your birthday because they want you to be treated like royalty on your special day. Of course at some point you just gotta walk up to them and slap your hand over their mouth.

"Hey hey, look it's the birthday girl!!! Happy birth-!"

charas: kuroo tetsuro, osamu miya, atsumu miya, lev haiba

─

-the type to make you small but memorable handmade items for your birthday. You're constantly at the back of their head, so what else would be perfect but a gift from the heart? They definitely worked on their little project days or maybe even weeks before your special day!

"Happy birthday love! Here's this gift I made you. It might not look like much but remember that I made you it out of love!!"

charas: daichi sawamura, akaashi keiji, kita shinsuke, tadashi yamaguchi

─

-the type to write you a little letter and give you money or lucky charm/keychain stashed in the envelope because they aren't sure what you'd like. Trust me, they do love you but they just don't know what to get you as a gift! They would believe that it'd be better off if they handed you money to get whatever you'd like or a little lucky charm/keychain.

"Happy birthday..! I didn't know exactly what to get you but I hope this could somehow make up for it."

charas: tsukishima kei, sakusa kiyoomi, kenma kozume, ushijima wakatoshi, kageyama tobio

─

-the type to make you a basket with a letter, snacks, a plushie, and things you've really wanted. In the letter, they written about why they got you a certain item, could just be because you talked about wanting it or if the item reminded them of you. They put so much thought into your birthday that they would forget about their own priorities.

"Happy birthday dear! This is for you, it's filled to the brim with your favorite sweet treats, and the stuffed animal you've had your eye on!"

charas: iwaizumi hajime, yaku morisuke, sugawara koshi

masterlist here

[sk8theinfinitysims4-leavan]

菊池忠さん、お誕生日おめでとう！🐶🛹 ～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～ スネークさん、お誕生日おめでとう！🐍🛹 ～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～ HAPPY BIRTHDAY SNAKE! 🐍🛹

[nijimurasx]

"Motivation? What more do you need than pride?"

Happy late Birthday to Yamaguchi Tadashi! 🏐 [11.10]

[hana-a-cha]

Happy 28th Birthday, Tsukishima Kei 💛

+ a wrapped gift under spoiler >:) [cw: ligthly bondaged tadashi & tsukkiyama]

[vinvinrem]

Happy birthday Tadashi!!

[van-skmugen]

レキくん、お誕生日おめでとう！🌺🛹

～🌺～

喜屋武暦くん、お誕生日おめでとう！🌺🛹

～🌺～

HAPPY BIRTHDAY REKI! 🌺🛹

[crackedpumpkin]

|| 𝟣𝟪 ||

Pairing: Hiro Hamada x Reader Warnings: Mentions of alcohol. Aged up characters. Notes: Look, I just thought this was cute, okay? Sickeningly sweet, even. Anyway, I'm gonna go watch Youtube now. There's still much more to come for all the characters I write for goddamnit. Hope you enjoy this!

— — — — — — — — — — 

"𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗."

— — — — — — — — — — 

Hiro knew that he was deeply, utterly, and irreversibly in love with you when he was 18.

Maybe even before that, if he was being perfectly honest with himself. Why he never made the first move was obvious. Who'd risk their friendship all for what he dubbed as a 'silly crush'? 

No, no, no. He'd rather keep you as a friend. Friends are reliable and safe. Take Gogo and the gang for example. They were there during his darkest times. 

But you. You were different. You never once gave up on him. Like when you barreled up the stairs to his attic room during his grieving period for Tadashi's death, forcing him to drink that disgusting nutritious smoothie you'd made. All because you cared for him. Even back when he entered that portal to save Alistair’s daughter, to when he started his first semester in SFIT. You were there through it all.

Maybe that's when it started.

All he knows though, is that he only came to the realisation that he was madly in love with you during his 18th birthday last week.

"Happy birthday Hiro! Finally the big one-eight, huh?" Hiro chuckles with a wince when Fred all but jumps onto his back with a loud cheer. 

He offers his friend a drink. "Thanks."

"Oh, if Tadashi were here, he'd be so proud of you," Honey Lemon gushes, handing him his gift. He takes it, grateful to see all his friends for the party Cass decided to throw. With it being last minute and all he hadn’t expected most of them to show. Now all that’s left is for the last guest to arrive.

"Thanks Honey Lemon. The rest are upstairs right now." He informs them, knowing full well that Gogo was probably already pouring a glass of beer in the kitchen and chatting with Cass.

"Hey Honey Lemon," He gently grabs the girl's arm, stopping her from following an over-excited Fred. "Have you seen her...?" 

"She just messaged me saying that she's on the way, Hiro." She assures him with an all-knowing smile. He huffs a small sigh of relief, glad that you're still coming even after your small fight with him the day before. 

"You should really just confess to her already."

"There's nothing to confess," He laughs nervously, running a hand through his hair. 

"Could've fooled me." He turns to see Gogo, Wasabi, and Fred standing at the doorway to the stairs that lead up to the living area. Gogo takes another large sip of beer from her cup, her deadpan remark from earlier causing a flood of warmth to reach Hiro's ears.

"I don't know what you're talking about." 

"Dude," Wasabi shakes his head, "You've been in love with her ever since you were like, what, 14? Don't deny it. We all see the way you look at her." 

"I look at her like I look at Fred!" He denies vehemently.

"You look at Fred like he's stupid." Honey Lemon pops a lozenge into her mouth.

"Exactly." Hiro smirks, crossing his arms. A knock on the door makes him turn, his lips curling into a wide smile when he sees you standing outside. 

He opens the door, ready to greet you with a hug when he spots the man next to you. His smile immediately fades, confusion replacing his earlier happiness. You turn and say a quick goodbye to him, waving him off before stepping into the cafe and giving Hiro a quick hug. 

The scent of your shampoo overwhelms his senses, but he’s still oddly guarded against this new guy that was watching the entire exchange happen. He doesn’t know what overcomes him, wrapping his arms around you with some sort of possessive squeeze, eyes narrowing into a subtle glare. The guy who accompanied you studies him with a raised brow, letting out a huff before leaving. 

“Hiro?” He finally releases you from his hold after you tap his arms. 

“Hey,” He greets you simply, letting out a breathy chuckle at the sight of your flushed cheeks from the cold night. Your hands are in his, and he hopes that they get warm so you don’t fall sick. Being physically fit and having a strong immune system are not the same thing, and you’re the embodiment of that.

“Happy birthday,” You remove your hands from his, handing him a small packaged gift. He takes it from you, pressing his lips together to keep himself from smiling wider than he already is. He takes a deep breath to calm himself, distracting himself by snatching the beanie off your head.

You narrow your eyes into a playful glare before sighing. “Thanks, here’s my coat and bag too.” You hand him both items, dumping them in his outstretched arms with a smirk.

He watches you walk off to enthusiastically greet everyone. They all welcome you with big hugs and warm smiles, Gogo offering you a sip of her beer. You decline it politely and she shrugs, downing the rest.

He follows everyone upstairs, heading to his bedroom where he sets down your gift on his table with the rest. He arranges the coat to rest on his chair, placing the bag in the seat before he spots something inside. In your hurry to make it on time, you forgot to zip it up properly before handing it to him. 

He gently pulls the white strip of paper, suppressing a laugh when he realises what it is. A strip of photos that you two had taken in a photobooth together is in his hands. He still remembers that day when you dragged him out of the house to “touch some grass” as you’d so eloquently put it. 

You had dragged him to a mall, where you both watched Frozen 2 together. He had to buy the tickets as usual, but he didn’t really mind if that meant you would enjoy the movie. You bought the snacks, munching away on the popcorn even though it was intended to be shared by the both of you. 

He didn’t really mind that either. 

So when you both exited the cinema to see a photobooth, you gasped excitedly and grabbed his wrist, tugging him along. He groaned when you placed a reindeer headband on his head but didn’t take it off. After all, how could he deny your request when your eyes sparkled, filled to the brim with happiness? You then raved about how cheap it was, only paying a total of 7 bucks for 2 photo strips.

He took one, and so did you.

His is on a corkboard above his desk, a thumbtack pinning it above all the rest of the group photos taken together. There was another photo where the both of you had hot chocolate moustaches during Christmas, caught off guard by the sudden flash from Fred’s camera.

Huh. Maybe he is in love with you after all. 

He puts the strip of photos back in your bag, zipping it up tightly so it wouldn’t fall out before heading back down to the kitchen where he spots you sitting down next to the windowsill. He makes his way over, grabbing two cups. One filled with cola, and one filled with cider.

"So, this is new," Hiro hums, handing you the cup filled with cola. You take it from him gratefully, starting to sip away. “Never saw him around before.”

"Yeah," you laugh, sparing him no detail of how you first got together with Max. He had been your lab partner and over time you just got closer until he asked you out last week. You had hesitantly accepted, unsure why an unknown tugging in your chest makes you feel uncomfortable doing so. But you simply brushed it aside, because why not?

"He seems...nice." 

"He is," You reply lightheartedly, a warm smile on your lips  "How about you though?" you nudge his side with a laugh. "When're you gonna find a girlfriend, huh?" 

He chuckles. "What makes you think I don't have one?" 

"Please," You scoff, eyeing him with a sarcastic look. "You'd be bragging non-stop if you did." 

"Yeah, you're right," He admits. "Here, I'll get you a refill." He swipes the now empty cup from your hand, striding off to the kitchen counter. You watch him leave with a soft smile, leaning on your elbow. He greets Gogo and Honey Lemon with a nudge to their sides, the both of them welcoming him into the conversation. He falls into it so easily, talking gaily with a twinkle in his eyes.

You study the way he bends down to listen, and his messy hair falling into his eyes as he laughs. You forget how quickly he'd grown up. His growth spurt had hit him like a truck, and puberty had just made his voice a little deeper though it still had the same mischievous undertones as he did when he was 14. 

You forgot exactly how grown up he'd become. Have you always seen him as his 14 year old self?

"You could always just confess."

The sudden voice startles you out of your thoughts, letting out a yelp at Fred's appearance. Hiro looks up, his attention drawn to you after hearing your surprised yelp. You shake your head to signal that you're fine, his wide eyes softening in response before he resumes his conversation with Gogo.

"That was ages ago," you hissed in embarrassment, turning to face the window. Fred plops into the seat opposite you with a raised brow. "It's not like I still had that fat crush on him when I was a teenager."

“You’re right,” Fred agrees, taking a nonchalant sip from his cup before continuing. “It’s only gotten worse.”

"It has not," you deny hotly, feeling the flush work its way up your neck and into your cheeks, burning at the insinuation. 

"Mmhm," Fred nods slowly. "Sure it hasn't. Don't think I forgot all about your little rants."

Crap. You wish you could delete the memory of your pining for Hiro from his memory. Sure, it'd been a couple times when Fred had been your listening ear. Or Wasabi. Or Honey Lemon. Or Gogo. 

Everyone knows.

The realisation makes you cringe, sliding deeper into your seat and covering your face with your hands. You desperately wish the ground would just swallow you whole.

"With that reaction, I highly doubt it ever faded," Fred chuckles at the dismayed state you're in. 

"Is something wrong?" You tense at the familiar voice, peeking through your fingers to see the bemused smile on Hiro's lips as he stands between you both with two red plastic cups in his hand. 

"Nope, nothing's wrong amigo. Just a little girl talk," Fred winks, patting your shoulder as he stands up to leave. 

Hiro laughs. "Right." He watches Fred walk away before sitting down opposite you. You sit back up straight, hands away from your face and gripping the cup he hands to you a little too forcefully. Hiro's eyes study you, trying to put together the puzzle pieces. You recognise the look in his eyes - it's similar to when he's trying to find the source of a problem in his invention. 

"I'm not a robot. Or Baymax," You remind, taking a sip of cold cola. The cool beverage trickles down your throat as you swallow, and you press the cup against your cheeks, hoping to cool them down faster.

"That's a very smart observation." 

"Shut up," you retort playfully. 

"So, how long have you guys been together?" Hiro asks, the words foreign on his tongue. He never pictured you with anyone else but him before, and seeing Max was a bit of a shock to his pleasant night. It kinda dimmed it a little too. 

"Not really together," you say, "We’re kinda still in the talking stage. He asked me out to the movies." You don't really know what prompted you to deny your relationship, even though technically you guys aren’t really together yet since it’d only been your second date so far with him before Hiro’s birthday party.

"Oh?" Hiro's interest is piqued. He leans forward. "Which movie?" 

"The Nun," You shudder. 

"Seriously?" Hiro dissolves into laughter, shaking his head and wiping the tears from his eyes at your disgruntled state. "But you hate horror movies!"

"Yeah," you sigh, taking another sip. "But he was really apologetic about it and the tickets were already bought, so..." 

"Right. You went with him so you wouldn't waste the money." Hiro guesses, and he must've hit the nail on the head from the way your lips purse when he's right about something. 

"Maybe." 

"Aww, it's okay," he coos playfully, reaching over and ruffling your hair with his hand. You swat it away, trying to fix the hair you'd put so much effort into before coming (though you'll never tell him that). "We'll watch Elemental next weekend so you can cry it out. Again." He offers.

"It's not my fault I cry easily at stuff! Besides, Ember's entire journey struck a chord in my heart, okay?" You defend yourself, crossing your arms.

"Sure. If anything, I'd say you're more of a Wade." 

"You mean gentle, kind, and caring? Thanks," You reply swiftly, batting your eyelashes at him with a smirk. "You're kinda a Clod yourself." 

"Says you, at least he has confidence." Hiro argues back. "And Wade's a crybaby."

"He is not," You gasp, laying your hand over your heart in mock offence. "he's just very in touch with his emotions."

Hiro's deadpan stare makes the corners of your mouth twitch, trying to suppress the smile that threatens to take over. Judging from the twinkle in his eye, he's doing the same. 

"Whatever," You scoff, finally allowing the genuine smile to blossom. God, how you’ve missed this stupid boy. 

Hiro watches you with sincere interest, not allowing his gaze to wander away from you even once as a grin plays on his lips. God, how he’s missed this annoying girl. 

"They're sickening." Gogo whispers, 3 cans of beer already emptied around her as she sips on her fourth. "They both need to woman up already."

"Don't worry," Wasabi chuckles, watching you both continue to talk intently with huge smiles on your faces. "I have a feeling that they just need a little more time."

— — — — — 

The cafe bell chimes, signalling yet another customer’s presence.

Hiro slides his phone back into his pocket. Oh well, guess he'd check his assignments later. Upon looking up however, he's grateful that he didn't opt out of helping Cass with the cafe today.

He clears his throat. "What can I get you today?"

"One iced latte please."

"And would you like that with, or without the server? That's me." He adds hurriedly in a whisper. 

"With, you dumbass." You laugh. He's fully enraptured by the sound, eyes watching the amused smile on your lips, and the way your eyes crease when you laugh.

"I'll be right with you then." He sets off to make the latte hurriedly, already planning on using his break time to spend it with you instead. 

"So, how's the boyfriend?" He asks politely, sliding into the seat opposite yours with your drink. Something sharp twists itself deeper into his chest, making him shift uncomfortably. He forces a courteous smile, trying to act as if it doesn’t bother him even now.

"Oh, him?" You muse, fingernail tapping against the plastic cup. "We broke up."

"Oh?" Whatever sharp object that was twisting deep into his heart starts to ease away bit by bit, allowing him to breathe just a little easier. He forces down the pleased smile that almost starts to form from your reply, letting sympathy take its place. "What happened?" 

"I don't know, I just..." You sigh, eyes trained on the droplets of water that had formed due to condensation on the side of the plastic cup.

It's silent for a while. You distract yourself by stirring the drink so that the milk and espresso blend together, forming a light, milky brown in the cup. You take a small sip, trying to ignore the way his all-knowing stare bores holes into your head as if he’s already read your mind. Knowing him though, he probably didn’t. Probably. You can never tell what invention he might be testing on you.

Hiro merely waits patiently, knowing that all you needed was a little time before you'd cave and tell him everything.

"We just weren't that compatible," You admit.

"Really? I would never have guessed from the way he brought you to watch The Nun for your first date," Hiro says sarcastically, wincing when your glare is now directed at

him. "Sorry." He apologises with his hands raised in surrender.

He places them back down, noticing how your lips part as if you're about to say something, but instead hesitate. "What's wrong?" He asks gently.

"He also said...He knew that he isn't my priority. He said that he knows....someone else is." You say slowly, cheeks awash with a burnt pink as it works its way up your neck and into your cheeks and ears. You can't bring yourself to look at him, the words you just admitted out loud already a confession in itself.

Hold on. 

Hold on.

Hiro's mind is reeling at the words you've just uttered. His eyes are focused on your flushed cheeks (it’s not his fault you look so pretty) as his mind is completely blown to tiny, incomprehensible pieces in his head.

"Uh...I...uh...well…" 

"This was a mistake," You mumble, taking the cup and standing up, ready to leave. You're slightly amused at the sounds coming out of Hiro's mouth, but maybe now's not the time. Especially after a (somewhat) fresh breakup. "Thanks for the coffee," You start to make your way to the exit, a hand on the glass door before it's covered by another larger one. 

"Wait."

You turn, your breath hitching when you're met with a rather broad chest covered in a thin red shirt underneath the denim apron Cass always makes all her staff wear. Your eyes slowly trail up his flushed neck to see Hiro staring down at you with wide eyes, stuttered breaths barely leaving his lips.

He didn't know what to say. God, he has no idea what to say. Why is he saying nothing? Stupid, useless brain.

But even though he couldn't form a comprehensive sentence of simple words strung together, even though for once in his life, he knows what he wants, all he knows is that he can't let you leave the cafe. Not now.

His body moves faster than his brain, jolting out of his seat and racing toward you. His hand reaches out, gently covering yours before you can push past the glass door of the cafe. 

"Wait." He can barely comprehend himself speaking, his mind blank once your eyes meet his. His lips part and close, still trying to muster up the courage. To do what, exactly? He doesn't know.

He's an engineer, a programmer, and a superhero. He can do anything! He saved the city of San Fransokyo once or twice already, so why is this so hard?

Why is it so difficult to just ask?

He sees the hope in your eyes diminish, and that's when he knows he's hesitated for too long. You look back down, tucking your hair behind your ear. "I'll see you soon, Hiro." You say quietly, turning back around. 

"This Sunday." The words fall past his lips before he realises what he's saying.

"What?" He's got your attention. It's now or never.

"This Sunday," He repeats, a little more confidently this time. "Elementals. And dinner." 

"...In the cafe?" A slight gleam of amusement is back in your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips.

"No," He shakes his head with a breathy laugh, "Outside. At a restaurant. You and me."

"Like a date?" 

He lifts his head, grinning widely at the genuine smile you finally allow onto your face. 

"Like a date."

[1-800reki]

❝Game Chart!❞

Key!: ★ = Oneshot and ♡ = Smau or Texts!

: ̗̀➛ Haikyuu!

Kenma: Domestic Fluff, Time Skip (Title: Streamer Husband!) ★

Kenma: Birthday Special !! (Title: Happy Birthday!!)☆

Shoyou: Silly Crush, Cannon Timeline (Title: Shoyo’s Crush!) ★

Tobio: First Meet! ← Title! ★

Tadashi: Freckles! ← Title! ★

Kei: Dinosaurs, Time Skip ← Title! ★

Ukai: Married! (Title: Married Life!) ★

Koshi: Dating! (Title: Koshi’s Partner!) ★ 

Daichi: Captain x Captain (Title: Two Captains!) ★

Asahi: Volleyball x Art Club (Title: My Muse!) ★

Yuu: Jealousy! (Title: Jealous boy!) ★

Ryu: Making up! ← Title! ★

Kiyoko: Secretly Dating (Not really) (Title: Kiyoko’s Partner?!) ★

Yachi: Dating! (Title: Best Girlfriend Ever!) ★

Texting them 'I miss you' ← Title! (Texts!) ♡

: ̗̀➛ Sk8!

Reki: Skating x Music (Title: The Melody!)★

Langa: Love at first sight! ← Title! ★

Kaoru: Dating! (Title: Cherry’s Partner!) ★

Kojiro: Marriage Life!! (Title: He's WHAT?!) ★

Miya: Silly little dates! ← Title! [Complete]★

Asking them on a date! ← Title!! (Complete!) ♡

Miya (req): Req!! Miya HC ← Title!! [Complete]

Sk8 Tweets!! <- Title!! (theres no yn so its just the characters :3)

: ̗̀➛ Bungo Stray Dogs!

Atsushi: Dating! (Title: Atsushi’s Partner!) ★

Dazai: Secretly Dating Coworkers! (Title: You’re What?!) ★

Ranpo: Silly Notes! (Title: Lunch Notes!) (Idea from an anonymous person!) [Completed!]★

Kunikida: Married! (He’s alive trust) (Title: Agency Finds Out!) ★

Fukazawa: Married! (Title: Lunch!) ★

Yosano: Silly dates! (Title: Dates with Yosano!) ★

Kenji: Silly cuties! (Title: Best Day!) ★

Kyoka: Silly cuties! (Title: I like you!) ★

Chuuya: Married! (Title: Chuuya’s… What?!) ★

Akutagawa: Dating! (Title: Nickname!) ★

Poe: Cuties! (Title: Story Time!) ★

Sigma: Cuties! (Title: Date Time!) ★

Ada + Chuuya and Akutagawa as your parents (Title: Asking Your Parents for Money!) (SMAU) ♡

: ̗̀➛ OHSHC!

Tamaki: Yapper x Listener (Title: Tamaki’s Fav Customer!) ★

Haruhi: Different School! (Title: Haruhi has a what?!) [Completed!]★

Hikaru: Silly! (Title: Cuties!) ★

Kaoru: Silly! (Title: Power Duo!) ★ 

Mori: Sunshine x Moon (Title: Blabbermouth!) ★

Kyoya: Organized x Not organized (Title: What A Mess!) ★

Honey: Not serious x serious (Title: Grumpy Face!) ★

Texting them 'I love you' Randomly ← Title (SMAU) ♡

: ̗̀➛ Saiki K!

Kusuo: Nonchalant x Energetic (Title: Saiki’s What?!)★

Shun: They don't believe him! (Title: What A Cutie!) ★

Riki: Ugly x Pretty! (Title: Nendou.. What?!) ★

Aren: Soft spot for you! (Title: The Sillies!) ★

Kokomi: Pretty x Pretty! (Title: Teruhashi’s What?!) ★

Chiyo: Sillies! (Title: Mistakes!) ★

Chisato: Always hungry x Has food (Title: Cooking Date!) ★

Metori: Spoils you! (Title: Shopping Time!) ★

Aiura: Sillies! (Title: Good Luck!) ★

Texting them good morning ← Title! (Texts!) ♡

: ̗̀➛ Single Characters!

• Inumaki: No filter online x No filter online (Title: Cancelled?!) (Smau) ♡

• Bachira: The Sillies ← Title! (Request!) ★

• Momo: Reckless x Scolder! (Title: You Idiot!) ★

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