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HAIKYUU X THE OFFICE AU — EPISODE FOUR: OFFICE CHRISTMAS PARTY

pairing: sugawara koushi x female reader

description: it’s the holidays, and that means it’s time for the annual office christmas party where everyone participates in secret santa. much to sugawara’s delight, he has picked your name for secret santa this year and plans to make it count.

word count: 5.6k

also available to read on my ao3 here

author’s note: hello and happy holidays! i will admit i’ve been struggling to stay motivated with this series, but i have to remind myself that i’m mainly writing this for MY enjoyment at the end of the day. i’m the ultimate sugawara warrior and it shall stay that way. anyway, it’s christmastime, so of course i’m writing a christmas episode! i strayed away from parts of the episode quite a bit. this definitely has more focus on sugawara than the reader this time around, but i’m not mad about it. it’s nice to see an angsty, pining suga 🤭 i almost thought this would have to be split into two parts, but i’d rather keep it as one. i also made a playlist for sugawara and the reader a good bit ago, so here’s the link here (i am very much open to song suggestions)! i’m so excited to get closer to my favorite episode ever, and i hope you guys enjoy!

tags: @toorubobatea @cowgirlikets @dragon-slayer5 (ily ty for hyping me up) @femme-lune @kazuchaos @bakagun1312 @beingbrokenfitsus @mumblepingu @daedaep69 @darthferbert @intheewrld @msbyomimi @sukxma @akari-fujikawa

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christmas was always the best time of year for the office. the holiday spirit was at its peak, everyone loved being a part of it, especially your boss, ukai. he took christmas more seriously than everyone else, even kiyoko who primarily handled planning the annual office christmas party each year. ukai took it so seriously that he chopped his own tree and brought it to the office building, dragging tanaka along in his shenanigans towards festive greatness.

tanaka huffed and puffed as he let go of the bottom half of the tree, ukai holding the top half. “ukai, i don’t think it’s gonna fit.”

“that’s what she said.” ukai joked, resisting the urge to snicker. it was like he was a child in a grown man’s body. plus, that joke aged like milk. only he found it funny.

“no, like, it’s really not gonna fit.” tanaka said.

“again, that’s what she—”

“WE CAN’T FIT THE GODDAMN TREE THROUGH THE DOOR, UKAI!” he yelled at the top of his lungs, completely frustrated with his boss. you could hear tanaka from your desk inside the office, but it came out muffled, so you couldn’t quite make out what was being said. you assumed it was idiotic activities as always.

“i’ll make it fit.” ukai insisted, the spirit of christmas granting him all the determination he needed.

“lemme guess, you’re gonna say that’s what she said, right?” tanaka let out a sigh.

“don’t make me fire you, tanaka.” ukai threatened.

“should’ve just got a fake tree.” tanaka rolled his eyes. yeah, that definitely would’ve worked just fine, but this was ukai here. the man was crazy. he would never do anything the normal way.

“i guess that would’ve worked…” ukai said as he pondered over how he would get this tree through the door, quickly thinking of his idea of the best way to do it. “alright, on three, we’re gonna shove this through and hope for the best. got it?”

“i guess?” no. tanaka didn’t get it, but he had no choice.

“too bad. one… two… THREE!”

with one big push, ukai and tanaka burst through the doors of the office. the tree toppled to the floor, bringing them along with it. the sound startled just about everyone, having been doing their typical duties. to you, it just felt like any other day, and you didn’t bother to help the two men.

tanaka fell face first into the pile of pine, aggressively coughing as he wiped any pine needles off his face. “i think i swallowed a pine needle.”

“well, merry fucking christmas.” ukai said enthusiastically. he seriously needed to be scolded over his cursing.

“ukai!”

•••

in the first time in, well, ever, suga was actually excited to be doing an interview for the documentary crew. why? because of this year’s secret santa.

“so this year, for the first time ever, i got finally y/n for secret santa. i’m pretty excited about it, and i really wanted to do something special for her, so i got her this teapot. as much coffee as she drinks here, y/n is way more of a tea person—i would know—so with this she can make tea at her desk.” suga said excitedly, showing off your gift for the camera.

“but i also stuffed it with some inside jokes, that’s what makes it so special, you know.” he continued, carefully digging through the teapot to show off said inside jokes. “like, this is my high school volleyball photo. she saw it fall out of my wallet on my first day here, and it really made her laugh. not sure why, but i’m letting her have it now.”

with the biggest grin on his face, suga dug through the teapot for more, pulling out a wasabi packet, but it wasn’t just any ordinary packet of wasabi. this had a story behind it, one that had meaning for suga.

“ooh. this is a wasabi packet. she put this on a hot dog a couple years ago because she thought it was relish.” he explained. “i thought it was really funny, so i kept the other two.”

after telling the wasabi story, suga held up a mini toy of a chili pepper with a kawaii face, but made a squeaking noise when someone squished it. poor sound guy jumped when it almost blasted his eardrums.

“this is actually a toy for dogs or babies or something, i don’t know.” suga shrugged. “but i saw it, it was cute, and it reminded me of awards night, so i thought; why not?”

but the most important gift of all—one that outsold everything in that teapot—was a card suga wrote just for you, detailing his feelings towards you all on paper. “and then, uh, this is a special card i wrote for y/n… because christmas is the time to tell people how you feel.”

oh, the documentary crew was going to eat this up.

•••

kiyoko and yachi were put up with the task of decorating for the party, forcing many of their coworkers to partake. they also had to deal with ukai’s hack job of a christmas tree. the two girls tried their best to salvage it, throwing as many ornaments and tinsel on it as possible, but it was a losing battle. it was just going to be an ugly tree, so they put the rest of their effort into decorating the conference room.

when it seemed like they were done with everything, kiyoko made her rounds, examining each decoration, but by the end, she wasn’t a fan. “i don’t like it.”

“you… don’t?” yachi questioned.

honestly, it was the perfect scene; red and green decorations perfectly put together, all strategically placed, but if kiyoko didn’t like it, then it simply meant that more work needed to be done.

“we need more lights.” kiyoko said. “i need someone tall.”

“count me out.” tsukishima, who sat down while drinking a soda, spoke up. he had been put through enough, he was tired of decorating.

“i wasn’t asking you, tsukki.” kiyoko rolled her eyes.

“only yamaguchi is allowed to call me that.” tsukishima said.

“whatever.” she scoffed. “uh, who’s super tall and buff…?”

kiyoko and yachi share a look. they instantly knew exactly who to find.

“asahi.” they say in unison.

not only were the two girls on the same page, they knew exactly how to rope asahi into this mess, and it was all up to yachi to get the job done. “asahi, help! i’m dying!”

“dying?! who’s dying?!” asahi bolted into the conference room, only to find no one was actually in trouble.

“i’m dying… for you to hang up these lights for us.” yachi said with a grin as she held up a roll of christmas lights.

he didn’t have much choice, so asahi let out a sigh before ultimately giving in. “okay…”

•••

“i found that asahi will do pretty much anything for me because he’s afraid i’ll be a scaredy cat around him again.” yachi spoke confidently to the camera while the party preparations were happening behind her. “he’d probably commit murder for me, who knows?”

asahi, who overheard her, yelled out in defense for himself. “that is NOT true!”

“keep hanging up those lights!” she yelled at asahi, who immediately went back to work, further solidifying her point. “see? he totally would. he’s the best.”

•••

right before the party was about to start, ukai exited his office dressed like santa. you immediately laugh and try to mask it with a cough, but ukai caught you anyways. “something funny, y/n?”

“yeah, you look ridiculous.” you snort, covering your mouth to muffle out your laughter.

“that’s the point. this party is supposed to be fun.” ukai said sassily. “i want everyone to let loose. i want this party to be reminiscent of my frat boy days.”

“you were in a frat? what was it called?” you ask him, intrigued to hear his answer.

“beta schmeta—” yeah, he wasn’t actually in a frat. “whatever. all i’m trying to say is i want everyone to get lit!”

you cringe at ukai’s use of outdated slang. “that is so seven years ago…”

“yeah, and i want it to happen anyway.” he said.

“your way of getting lit is drinking, and we’re not allowed to have liquor in the office, so...” you reply. you were always one to follow rules. well, for the most part, at least. it was hard to have any sort of structure at an office ran by someone like ukai.

“don’t… don’t remind me, dammit.” ukai cursed. “stupid corporate losers. like booze ever killed anybody.”

you always found your boss was painfully stupid at times, and this was definitely one of those times. but even so, you tried to combat it every time, always failing no matter what.

“but booze has killed—” you began to say.

“anyway!” he cut you off, tired of this conversation and ready to party. ukai then waved tanaka over to him so they could get the party started. “tanaka, let’s get this show on the road! announcement, everybody! listen to tanaka because he’s a better at yelling than me, as shown earlier when he yelled in my face!”

“yes, everybody listen up!” tanaka yelled out. “you better have your presents wrapped up and ready to go under the tree because we will not wait for you and you will be disqualified from secret santa! don’t be that guy! nobody likes to be that guy, so don’t be him!”

you let out a groan as you grab your present for secret santa from under your desk, eyeing the camera on your way to put it under the tree.

“please, don’t let this party suck ass.” you whisper to yourself. you hear tsukishima snicker behind you, an “ow!” soon following, assuming it was yamaguchi smacking him on the back of his head.

•••

“i love christmas. christmas is fun. it’s the best time of the year besides my birthday.” ukai said, still dressed like santa, knowing this would be seen on television one day. “why do i love christmas, you may ask? because i get free stuff, and who doesn’t love free stuff?”

•••

everyone gathered around the tree, placing their presents underneath. one could compare it to christmas morning with your family. some may argue that this office is like a family, while some may think otherwise, but regardless, it was nice for everyone to be together in harmony.

after daichi and tanaka argued over who would light up the tree—mainly because daichi didn’t trust him with outlets—tanaka was finally given the rein, or, well, extension cord.

“everybody ready?” he asked, a mix of nods and “uh-huh” in response.

“okay, and…” the tree is lit up, but it’s quite dim. “yikes.”

silence plagued the room. no one expected the lighting of the tree to be so anti-climatic, especially since the office makes such a big deal out of christmas every year. kiyoko practically wanted to die of embarrassment given she was responsible for the decorations, even if yachi was the one who brought in the lights from her apartment.

while no one said a word, you were the one to speak up, praising the tree for kiyoko and yachi’s sake. “well, i think the tree looks quite nice.”

“thanks, y/n, but you don’t have to lie.” yachi frowned.

“no, it’s a lovely tree.” ukai insisted. “let’s do secret santa now, okay? tanaka, pick who gets the first present.”

tanaka walked over to the tree and picked up a random present, reading who its intended for. “and it’s… tsukishima.”

“oh?” once handed the gift, tsukishima ripped away the wrapping paper to unveil a dinosaur plushie. much to everyone’s surprise, he was delighted by the gift. “aw, this is actually really nice.”

“oh, thank god.” nishinoya let out the biggest sigh of relief one could take. “that was from me.”

“wow, thanks, nishinoya.” tsukishima said with a smile. someone may as well pass out from shock now. christmas truly brought all types of miracles.

•••

“that is literally the nicest thing tsukishima will ever say to me!” nishinoya exclaimed. “i’m serious! i’ve officially peaked at life!”

•••

secret santa rolled along smoothly so far. suga ended up getting a card, which contained a twenty dollar bill inside, the limit for this year’s secret santa. kageyama claimed he didn’t know what to get, but suga wasn’t all too phased by it. who doesn’t like free money? besides, he was too eager for it to be your turn. luckily for him, it was happening right now.

“y/n, you’re next.” suga perked up once he heard your name, knowing your present would be from him.

you take the box from tanaka with a grin before opening up your gift. inside was the teapot suga spoke of to the documentary crew earlier, although you weren’t aware of its secret contents inside just yet, especially the card. you show off the teapot to your coworkers, and suga was notably the only one excited to see it in your hands. it made you wonder who your secret santa happened to be…

“wow, thank you very much, santa.” you say slyly. “whoever you are, you did good.”

“there’s a little more to it.” suga leaned over and said to you quietly.

oh. so your inkling of a suspicion was right, after all. now you were itching to see what was inside, but the office had to keep the show rolling, which completely distracted you from the anticipation.

“alright, next. asahi.” tanaka threw the present to asahi, which made ukai freak out.

“jesus, tanaka!” he yelled out. such a reaction instantly gave away that ukai was the one to get a gift for asahi. “easy, easy!”

moving on from ukai’s sudden outburst, asahi unwrapped his gift, shocked to see what was inside. “an ipad?”

yeah, ukai got asahi an ipad. asahi was just as shocked as everyone else, and he was the one to receive such a gift. clearly ukai felt he could bend the rules, but no one was happy about it, and it would surely be known soon enough.

“woah. wow. jeez. somebody really got carried away with the spirit of christmas...” ukai said, acting all nonchalant before he revealed himself as asahi’s secret santa, but everyone figures it out anyway. “that was me, i got a little carried away.”

“i don’t even know what to do with this…” asahi said to himself.

“ukai, you got way more than carried away.” you scolded your boss. “you spent god knows what on that thing! we had a limit!”

“okay, well, who cares?” ukai shrugged. “it doesn't matter what i spent. what matters is that christmas is fun, right?”

“it’s kind of unfair.” you cross your arms, but ukai could care less about your irritation, although everyone else was in agreement with you.

“whatever.” he rolled his eyes. “who’s next?”

“you are, ukai.” tanaka said.

“i am? great.” ukai was handed a small bag, opening it up and finding mittens inside, which he wasn’t happy about whatsoever. “really?”

“i knitted them myself…” yachi said shyly. she knew she should’ve knitted a scarf instead.

“mittens? pft, okay.” ukai then proceeded to walk out, confusing everyone.

“uh… did he just leave?”

•••

“these mittens? pathetic. i gave asahi an ipad for christ’s sake. i spent my hard earned money while yachi just did some fucking knitting.” ukai complained, unbothered by his cursing for the umpteenth time. “censor me, i don’t care!”

•••

left to their own devices, the employees of japan pulp and paper weren’t sure if they should continue secret santa without their boss. thankfully, ukai returned with a solution, although not a great one.

“i got it!” he burst through the office doors as if nothing happened. “we are going to turn secret santa into yankee swap.”

“what’s yankee swap?” suga questioned.

“one person chooses a gift, then the next person can either choose a gift or steal that person's gift. if your gift gets stolen, then you can steal somebody else's gift or choose a new gift.” ukai explained. it was confusing coming out of his mouth, but you were just going to roll with it anyway.

“yuck, why are we doing this?” tsukishima questioned, wanting absolutely no parts of ukai’s typical nonsense.

“because it's better, more special.” ukai replied. “duh.”

tsukishima wasn’t the only one who didn’t like this idea. kiyoko was practically fuming about it, especially since it spawned from ukai’s strong dislike towards yachi’s gift. “it’s mean, ukai. that’s what it is.”

“it’s not mean.” he said. kiyoko couldn’t believe how much of an ass he was being right now.

“yes, it is.” she argued. “you’re only doing this because you hate your present and you’re bitter yachi didn’t ball out for you like you did for asahi, which no one asked you to do, by the way.”

“no, it’s not.” ukai argued back. “just give it a shot.”

“i’d rather not, actually. i’ll be taking my present, which is…” kiyoko picked up a card with her name on it and opened it up. “a gift card for coffee. thanks, takeda. and whoever doesn’t want any part of this nonsense can take their gifts and hang with me in the conference room. yachi and i made sugar cookies and they’re very delicious.”

as kiyoko and yachi went to the conference for some real fun, suga followed, much to ukai’s surprise, including yours, although your boss was more vocal about it. “really, suga?”

“yeah, you guys have fun.” suga said before disappearing into the conference room.

“i’m coming too.” tsukishima stood up, clutching onto his new plushie. he couldn’t believe he and suga were on the same page for once. “for the sugar cookies, obviously.”

“yeah, okay.” suga snickered. well, not totally on the same page.

“shut up, sugawara.” tsukishima scoffed before dragging yamaguchi with him to the conference room.

as you watched suga leave with the others, part of you felt guilty. you wanted to follow him, but at the same time, you didn’t want to seem like a little puppy dog following its owner. besides, you were itching to get that ipad too. the teapot is just a teapot, right? you didn’t think there could be anything that special about it, but you couldn’t be more wrong right now.

•••

“why didn’t you opt out of yankee swap?” one of the crew members asked you, stirring the pot—or teapot—for the sake of the drama with suga.

“i don’t know. i thought it’d be fun.” you lie with a little shrug before revealing the whole truth. “plus, i kind of want to get the ipad. i can binge watch my shows with it while ryo hogs up the tv.”

this was totally ruining the crew’s spicy plans right now.

•••

while ukai’s yankee swap commenced, suga obsessively watched the events unravel from the conference room. he didn’t even try one of kiyoko and yachi’s sugar cookies yet. the man was a mess, hoping and praying that teapot wouldn’t fall into the wrong hands. it was meant for you and only you, why would you chance giving it up? suga knew it had to be the ipad. he never hated ukai more than he did right now for buying that stupid thing.

the others sat around quietly playing christmas music, snacking on cookies and chatting in the midst of suga’s lovelorn crisis. kiyoko decided to go talk to him and figure out what was up with him, but she had to do a bit of warming up first.

“hey, suga.” she said, forcing him out of his trance. “who did you get for secret santa?”

“oh, um, i got y/n.” suga replied.

to be honest, kiyoko was shocked that suga was capable was picking out something so sweet, but then again, this was suga. of course he would do that. “aw, cute. i really like that teapot.”

“i put little inside jokes inside the teapot.” he added. “plus, um, a really personal card.”

“saying…?” she raised an eyebrow.

“nothing. it’s not important.” suga shook his head. such a terrible lie.

“i think it is, sugawara.” kiyoko said.

suga hated how kiyoko was catching up to him. why did he have to mention that the card was really personal? it was more than just personal, the poor sap poured his feelings out to you in that card. he read it over a dozen times, making sure there were no spelling or grammar mistakes whatsoever. his brain felt like mush by the time he felt the card had reached its best version. this gift had to be perfect, but it never stood a chance at being that way, it seemed.

he had to get the attention off his back before kiyoko fully got the picture of the gift’s important, and thankfully, he knew exactly where to push her buttons. as suga once said, manipulation at its finest.

“shouldn’t you be worried about tanaka giving up the gift you got him?” he questioned. yeah, he heard a little bit from the grapevine about that.

“how did you know?” kiyoko gasped. she knew someone had to snitch. “yachi, was it you?!”

“no, never!” yachi exclaimed.

“actually, daichi told me.” suga smirked.

“that bitch.” kiyoko cursed. it was one more reason to want to slap the shit out of daichi. “whatever. i don’t care what he does with my gift anyway…”

suga let out a chuckle knowing kiyoko was playing off her crush on tanaka—one that was much more innocent than how he felt about you, an engaged woman—but his laughter quickly faded when he looked back at what was going on outside. “oh no.”

“oh no, what?” kiyoko questioned.

“hinata has the teapot.” suga replied. he then let out a loud groan, one that caught the attention of tsukishima who was trying to figure out why suga was acting more of a weirdo than usual.

“oh god, he’ll break it.” yachi said with a quiet gasp.

“i can’t watch.” suga turned away, covering his face with his hands. this was too painful for him to bear.

“y/n took the ipad.” kiyoko spoke up. as if hearing that made this any better.

“please don’t commentate like it’s a football game, kiyoko.” suga whined.

“sorry…”

tsukishima furrowed his eyebrows as he watched suga wail in agony, then gave a look to the camera. he had a weird feeling about this.

•••

“i’m just going to throw a theory out there.” tsukishima said plainly. “you don’t have to say anything, but i can read your faces. sugawara has feelings for y/n, doesn’t he?”

the documentary crew was unsure how to respond, but tsukishima guessed it right instantly. they knew, one by one, slowly but surely, the whole office would figure it out.

“that’s what i thought.”

•••

yankee swap continued, and it only got worse from there. your teapot was passed around like a hot potato, and it was torturous for suga to watch it all unfold. the sparkling cider kiyoko brought just wasn’t sparkling enough for him to dull this soul-sucking ache in his heart.

“i have to get that teapot back.” suga said. “if y/n doesn’t want it, then no one else should have it…”

it’s true. not even because of the card, but because it was specifically catered for you. outside it was just a teapot, but inside was a plethora of memories from your years of friendship. suga may be hopelessly in love with you, but your friendship meant the world to him at the end of the day.

“that’s…” yamaguchi paused. there was only one way to describe this. “really depressing.”

“it’s cause he has feelings for her.” tsukishima blurted out. everyone turned and looked at him in shock. did he really just say that right now?

“do not!” suga protested.

this was suga’s worst nightmare. was it always obvious? did anyone else know? did you know already? the questions swirled in his head a mile a minute. he was absolutely freaking out. from you giving up the teapot to this fiasco, the holidays simply couldn’t get any worse for suga. he just couldn’t catch a break, it seemed.

“ha, you so do! i figured you out, sugawara. you’re in love with y/n.” tsukishima smirked, almost finding joy in his suffering. actually, he found joy in everyone’s suffering, so this wasn’t much different, but since it was suga, he found it much more thrilling.

“what do you want? money?” suga asked desperately. it was the only solution he could think of so this secret wouldn’t spill anywhere else.

and since he mentioned it, tsukishima wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. “yeah, gimme that twenty kageyama gave you.”

“suga, wait.” kiyoko stopped him. “do you really have feelings for y/n?”

ignoring her question, suga quickly handed the money to tsukishima. kiyoko couldn’t believe it. he really did have feelings for you, and now everyone in the room knew it. “oh my god…”

“this secret doesn’t leave this room.” suga demanded. he bought tsukishima’s silence, but luckily for him, everyone else didn’t need to be convinced with money. at least he hoped so...

now that he got that out of the way, suga checked in to see what was going on at the party, and it seemed like yankee swap had ended. worst of all, your teapot was nowhere in his sight. “wait, they’re dispersing. why are they dispersing?”

“ukai probably did something stupid and ruined the party even more.” tsukishima scoffed.

“who has the teapot? who has it?!” suga asked frantically like a madman.

“i think i see tanaka with it.” yachi said, pointing to him with what seemed like the teapot in his possession. it was worse than hinata having it, honestly, and suga needed it back now.

“NO!”

suga bolted out of the conference room, scanning the office floor to find tanaka. however, you walk up to him, holding the ipad in your hands. “hey! ukai left to get booze. he said screw the rules, i guess.”

“oh, really?” he asked. “great. i’ll need it.”

“yankee swap was kinda chaotic, but look who came out on top?” you say excitedly, showing him your new gift.

“that’s nice.” suga said quickly so he could get back to his mission. “uh, where’s tanaka?”

“break room.” you reply.

“great, thanks.” suga swiftly walked past you, abruptly ending your conversation. you found it a little odd, but ended up shrugging it off and heading back to your desk.

in a flash, suga walked into the break room, finding tanaka right where he needed him. “hey, tanaka. i need to talk to you. it’s about the teapot.”

“nuh-uh.” tanaka shook his head. he knew exactly what suga was up to, but he didn’t quite know the reason why, he just knew suga wanted that teapot. “don’t even, suga. this is mine.”

“really?” suga sighed. he had to get it back, someway, somehow. “look, it has sentimental value, tanaka. can i buy it from you? i’m willing to pay a lot.”

“no. i want it. i'm going to use it.” tanaka held it close to his chest like it was a baby.

“you don't even drink tea.” suga said.

“true.” tanaka shrugged. “but it lowkey looks like i could make a bong out of it.”

oh god. this was definitely way worse than hinata having the teapot.

•••

“to think that my gift for y/n will be used for that…” suga began to say, taking a deep breath, almost overcome with emotion. “it’s just too much for me.”

•••

suga walked out of the break room, absolutely defeated he couldn’t get the teapot back. even worse, he found you showing off your new gift to ryo, crushing him even more. despite the pang in his heart, suga couldn’t help but overhear your conversation.

“this is awesome.” he heard ryo say.

“i know.” you reply. “look at the quality on this thing. i can watch stuff in 4k on this.”

“yeah, i was gonna get you one of these for christmas, but now i don't have to since you got one for free.” he said happily, thrilled at the thought of not having to spend that much money on you. it made suga want to barf. “i'm gonna save a ton of money.”

“so what are you going to get me instead?” you ask him.

“i don't know. probably like, an ugly sweater or something.” ryo shrugged.

you look to the camera in disgust before their attention turned to ukai coming back to the office with bottles of alcohol. as if you needed more of that in your life after what happened last time you drank.

“ho, ho, ho!” ukai greeted everyone, on theme with his silly outfit. “santa has come with spirits, as in booze.”

“we’re really not supposed to serve alcohol, ukai…” takeda said, trying to keep his job by the end of the day.

“no one cares, specs.” ukai scoffed, typical when it came to talking to takeda. “it’s a party and it’s christmas! if i can't throw a good party for my employees, then i’m the worst boss ever, and that contradicts with my world’s best boss awards! so, who wants a drink?”

practically everyone raised their hands instantly.

•••

“if i’ve learned anything from my time at japan pulp and paper, it’s that alcohol solves all your problems.” ukai grinned. what terrible advice, the crew thought. “everyone’s having a good time, and why is that? alcohol. i’m such a good influence!”

•••

despite the whole secret santa fiasco, everyone seemed to be having a good time. at least now you could all have fun, even if it was with the help of alcohol. well, plus the food too. that too always helped.

while christmas music blared and many of your coworkers danced on the office floor, suga found you sitting behind your desk, wondering why you weren’t partaking in the festive shenanigans.

“you know, you don't have to answer calls during a party.” he said cheekily. “just thought you should know.”

“oh, i know.” you say, revealing the teapot to suga, showing that it was now yours once again. “i was just checking out my new teapot here.”

“what?” suga gasped. “but how?”

“well, it ended up with nishinoya after tanaka traded it for kiyoko’s gift, so i didn’t have to do much convincing to get it back.” you explained to him. “i figured, you know, letting it go was really stupid of me because what should matter most is that the gift is from you, so i went to get it back. i hope you’re not mad at me...”

it was a christmas miracle for suga, even if you simply just made a trade with nishinoya. of course he would give it up for the ipad. thank god he did, and thank god you were willing to let go of such a lucrative gift for one made with love instead. words couldn’t describe the relief suga felt right now.

“i’m glad, actually. and not to be totally biased right now, but this is an amazing gift because it comes with bonus gifts.” suga said. “look inside.”

suga’s reassurance put you at ease, and as directed, you look inside the teapot, pulling out his infamous volleyball photo. you had never been so happy to have that teapot. if only you knew before. “oh my god. no way.”

•••

you proudly hold up your teapot for the documentary crew, a huge grin on your face, one that only suga could bring out of you. “yeah, i think i made the right choice.”

•••

you looked through the rest of the contents in the teapot, and while you weren’t looking, suga stole the card he wrote back and shoved it in his pocket. he just couldn’t bring himself to let you read it. maybe someday, but not today. the timing is just wrong.

“is this a chili pepper?” you ask as you hold up the toy.

“yeah, cause you’re banned from chili’s. look, it makes noises.” suga squeezed the chili pepper, accidentally ghosting his fingers over yours, and you jump from the squeaking sound coming out of the chili pepper toy. totally not from his soft touch either.

you felt like an idiot for giving this up before. it helped you learn to not judge a book by its cover. you knew that’s something you learn as a kid, but sometimes you have to learn something all over again as an adult. at least you came to your senses. there was still so much for you to figure out.

“you’ve outdone yourself, suga.” you smile and look into suga’s eyes.

“it’s about time i got you for secret santa.” suga replied. god, why did you have to be so beautiful?

“yeah, it really has.“ you say, holding your gaze before gulping when you think you’ve been staring at him for too long. little did you know, he wouldn’t have minded looking into your eyes a little longer. “merry christmas, suga.”

if suga has learned anything about christmas, it’s that it’s definitely not the time to tell people how you feel. he knew that now, no matter how much it hurt. in his eyes, if you had to take some time to come around to fully accepting the teapot, then you had to take your time accepting a life without ryo, potentially in favor for a life with him instead. the only question now was when? it was only a matter of time before suga will grow impatient.

sometimes suga felt like he was better off shoving his feelings down his throat, and you felt the same way. what you have is beautifully complicated, but suga swore that one day he’d tell you how he felt. it just had to be the perfect time.

“merry christmas, y/n.”

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chuuyrr · 2 years ago

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Hello I am a huge fan of both of your series. I wanted to make request for your infinity series. I have a few Ideas:

Where Dazai and the reader has a mission and have to travel in a bus or a public convince. Since I do it all the time I relate to it a lot.

Writing their name on their palm

slow dancing

souvenir from travels

Pleasee I would love to see your imaginations in this you can any of them no issue i just gave a few ideas it really depends on u how you wanna write it. Hope you see this request,

LOVE YOU A TON<33333

to learn is to love

bungou stray dogs x gojo! reader

masterlist of infinity

╰➤ CW(s): slight angst to fluff/comfort, hint of romance between reader and dazai osamu, and clingy! dazai

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dazai osamu

╰➤ SONG SUGGESTION(s): untouchable (taylor's version)

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: you and dazai osamu have been assigned to work on a mission together due to your organization's affiliation with the armed detective agency. the two of you commute, riding a public transportation, and as you do, you find yourself learning something from this experience.

before you read: hey there! in case you're new, this is a oneshot series bungou stray dogs x gojo! reader which means you have gojo's surname, six eyes, and cursed technique which is an ability for the sake of this fic. for more information please see the masterlist of the series.

you couldn't help but hate dazai osamu, the man who was capable of making you vulnerable with just a simple touch. you didn't like how he easily breaks down your walls—the infinity you can manipulate with your limitless ability.

it's just that you're the strongest ability user. you're the honored one throughout heaven and earth, blessed with the god sugawara michizane's six eyes, and yet dazai makes you incredibly less than zero in an instant.

it's simply infuriating.

that is what you would like to think.

you may have recovered the stolen documents on the god of skies and resolved the conflict between the armed detective agency, the port mafia, and heiwa, your own organization, but your ego was already shattered. it was shattered, and to make matters worse for you, heiwa had decided to tie up with the armed detective agency, which meant only one thing: you were bound to see dazai again in yokohama.

shouldn't you like dazai osamu more?

he’s practically a carbon copy of you.

you were childish, just as dazai osamu was childish; dazai was intelligent and regarded as a force to be reckoned with because of his ability, and so were you. both of you were also members of powerful organizations.

you shook yourself free of your thoughts as you stepped onto the platform, exiting the train that had taken you from shibuya to yokohama.

this was not the time to reflect on your emotions. you were on a mission right now. the first thing you needed to do was find dazai and talk to him about the mission that heiwa had arranged with the armed detective agency, but you quickly crossed that off your list when a familiar voice rang out from within the small crowd.

"[name]-chan!~"

you found the tall young man with mildly wavy, short, dark brown hair and narrow dark brown eyes by flitting your gaze up despite the black blindfold adorning your eyes—that was quick.

"yo, dazai," you smiled nonethless, pushing every thought to the back of your mind as you raised a hand to greet dazai as he darted towards you.

"ahh~ i missed you so much, belladonna! i was so excited when i heard from the boss earlier that you and i were going on a mission together," dazai exclaimed, blatantly ignoring your raised hand and instead wrapping his arms around you.

"missed me that much, huh?" you chuckled as you lifted your hand and ruffled dazai's locks of hair, ignoring the sense of vulnerability he was giving you due to his very close physical contact with you through his clingy embrace.

"of course! how could i not?" dazai giggled as he drew away from you and released you from his embrace, "come on, let's talk about it on our way out of the station," he exclaimed, extending his arm for you to link your own with.

you scanned your surroundings quick.

it should be fine if you don't have your infinity up, right? even if dazai's no longer human ability was capable of nullifying your infinity and limitless ability, your six eyes were still functioning, and you will still be capable of fighting in hand-to-hand combat without any ability.

sigh, you just hate the vulnerability this man gives you.

“[name]-chan?" dazai called out to you, his head tilted.

"it's nothing!" you shrugged it off and proceeded to link your arms with his, making dazai happy because you were forced to bottle up your feelings about this. to avoid getting him suspicious, you masked it further with enthusiasm: "let's go, dazai-kun!"

"we shall!" dazai seemed to buy it and returned your smile with one of his, extremely happy you accepted his arm and linked yours to his.

you and dazai exited the station together, discussing the mission at hand. apparently, the other detectives, such as kunikida, kyouka, atsushi, and tanizaki, had separate missions or reports to complete. fukuzawa was accompanied by ranpo. with everyone else occupied, there was only dazai and you.

to be fair, you were highly needed for this task. you can easily navigate politics and large families with connections as the heir and head of the gojo family. the gojo family currently sits atop the hierarchy of the big families that make up heiwa and maintains the balance of power, both in your organization and in the city of tokyo, thanks to your prowess. this also gives you the ability to act selfishly and impose your political power.

you and dazai were tasked with coordinating with this particular family and gathering information from them because they refuse to speak to anyone else. a car would have been preferable, but the armed detective agency's cars was already in use, and walking was not an option. if you were in tokyo or even in oyoto, you could normally call someone for a ride, but you were in yokohama at the time.

you were about to pull your phone from your pocket and ask anyone to drive you and dazai from whoever is possibly and miraculously available here in yokohama when he suggested otherwise.

"let's just take the bus! it'll be fun!" dazai exclaimed exuberantly.

"the bus?" you wanted to groan.

you wondered if it was the spoiled child in you because you didn't want to take the bus. a train or a private car would have been preferable, but you were in yokohama. you weren't in your city.

"imagine us as two lovers riding the bus together. ugh, what a chance it is to have with you, [name]-chan!" dazai sighed dreamily.

"fine, let's just go so we can get this over with," you sighed, holding the nape of your neck.

"do you not want to ride the bus?" dazai asked, blinking as he noticed your uninterested tone.

“huh? no, it's n-not that," you scratched the back of your neck while smiling at him.

a teasing smirk appeared on dazai's lips as you stared at him, "you can't fool me, [name]-chan," dazai said, placing both hands on his hips, "you've never taken a bus before, have you?"

at this, a nerve protuded on your temple, "hey!that's not true! what do you take me for?!"

"aside from the train and cab, have you ever taken a bus before then?" dazai raised an eyebrow at you, still holding a smirk.

"tch, of course i have..." you scowled as you folded your arms across your chest.

"you seem to be on the defensive about this. i specifically asked you if you'd ever ridden a bus before," dazai exclaimed, a smug expression on his face, "and that isn't a pretty straightforward answer."

"i swear to god, if i could, i would have infinite voided your ass by now..." you huffed at dazai.

"and that absolutely sounds ideal if it were possible, [name]-chan," dazai giggled, placing a hand on his chest before shaking his head with a smile, "but you know i can't really blame you if you haven't actually rode a bus before. given your background and family, you must have been spoiled rotten, especially when you were younger, right?"

you remained silent, unable to respond to dazai's statement because it was true. you had everything you could have ever wanted growing up as the head and pride of the gojo family, with your limitless and six eyes.

you could get money, luxury items, servants, cooks, and any transportation and travel you wanted because you had the golden spoon.

"but that's okay, this can be a fun learning experience for you," dazai said cheerfully, causing your eyes to widen from behind your blindfold.

despite coming from the all-powerful and wealthy gojo family, you had to learn that you wouldn't get everything you wanted. however, the fact that dazai doesn't seem to mind made your heart somewhat warm and fuzzy.

"i also think it's perfect, because you can be my sugar mo—" yeah, you spoke too soon.

you and dazai left and headed to the bus station. as simple as that, dazai paid for the ride and led you to the bus you two will be riding. you noticed that it was a little crowded, similar to how the train was sometimes when you traveled here from shibuya. however, due to the seating arrangement, it was more cramped.

"let's sit here, [name]-chan," dazai gently pulled you by the arm and led you to the two empty seats in the middle of the bus.

you followed, sitting by the window, while dazai took the seat beside you near the aisle. you watched as dazai leaned in towards you, standing up just enough to grab the curtain that covered your window and push it away.

you'd be lying if you said your chest felt strange because of your proximity to dazai. he was very close. as a matter of fact you could lean your head against dazai's torso with this closeness.

"there we go," dazai smiled, sitting back down after adjusting the curtain so that you could see out the window.

"thanks," you replied, clearing your throat.

"you comfy? it's not so bad right?" dazai asked, leaning boldly against your shoulder to nuzzle his head against the crook of your neck.

"stop treating me like i have ridden a public transportation before," you whined, sticking your tongue out at him as you pulled away and flicked his forehead, causing dazai to yelp a small "ow".

"waaahh! you're such a meanie, [name]-chan!" dazai stroked his forehead with a fake pout.

"heh, that's what you get," you declared triumphantly, folding your arms across your chest and leaning back further into your seat. "anyway, how long will we take to get to hiragi corps?" you sighed as you pulled down your blindfold to rub your eyes after covering them for too long.

"it should take us about ten to fifteen minutes since there are stops ahead," dazai explained with a small sigh.

"alright," you nodded, returning your gaze to the view outside your window, "you and i are in luck. i'm actually quite familiar with the hiragi corps."

"after all, you're gojo [name], so it should go swimmingly," dazai exclaimed with a lazy smile as he folded his arms.

"darn, right i am," you chuckled as you closed your eyes, a smile creeping across your face.

dazai watched as you leaned your head against the window, your beautiful six eyes unveiled, and stared out the window at the stores, passers-by, and cars. your [color]-dyed hair delicately framing your face as he stared until his gaze reached your plump lips.

"keep staring, honey," you said abruptly, your lips curving into a smirk as you directed your gaze to dazai, who had been staring at you.

"i could stare at you all day," dazai exclaimed, laughing, "and i'm not even kidding."

"yeah?" you raised a brow at him.

"well, it's just amusing to see the beloved [name] of the gojo family riding, uh, a bus for this mission?" dazai teased, smirking once again, "when you could have called for a car or something a little more extravagant."

"tch, of course i would ride one," you grumbled.

"are you sure you weren't forced and genuinely wanted to?~" dazai raised a brow.

"what are you trying to say?" you furrowed your brows

"nothing!" dazai laughed as he leaned against your shoulder once again.

"stop teasing and fawning over me, honey," you said, pinching his cheek.

"but i can't help myself, you're just too pretty to not be clingy for!" dazai whined, wrapping his arms around your neck and leaning against your shoulder. "don't you like it, [name]-chaaan?~"

"nope," you said, raking your fingers through his hair and yanking his face away from your neck.

"but why noooot?" dazai pouted childishly.

whenever you make physical contact with me, you make me feel vulnerable—that's why.

"just because," you sighed, pushing his face and entire body away from yours that was leaning against you.

when you scooted away from him and leaned against the window again, dazai couldn't help but feel a twinge inside his chest. a frown deepened on his face as he desperately outstretched his hand, reaching for yours.

"[name]-chan.. i didn't mean to make you upset." dazai grasped your hand, interwining his with yours, "i promise i'll stop teasing you. don't be mad at me, please?"

your gaze was drawn to dazai's hand, which was now intertwined with yours, and you couldn't help but take it back. his hand was warm, almost comforting.

"i'm not upset," you muttered quietly, brushing your fingers against his knuckles, "i'm just thinking of something, and no, it's not about this damn bus, okay?!" you immediately added.

dazai looked at you for a moment as he reflected on your actions, and that's when he realized it—your reluctance to accept his arm earlier, your pushing and scooting away. dazai frowned once more after that.

was dazai too touchy, that he was making you uncomfortable? hmm, that doesn't appear to be the entire case. thinking about it further, it was truly something else just as you said.

"is it because of my ability?" dazai inquired, blinking as he fixed his gaze on you.

you widened your eyes, but quickly softened as you refused to look at dazai. your expression and reaction alone sufficed as an answer.

"i'm sorry," dazai started, but you immediately cut him off, "it's fine, don't worry about it."

"no, [name]-chan, it's not fine. i'm the only one who can get past your limitless abilities. it only makes sense why you don't like me touching you," dazai said, staring at your hand as he squeezed it.

"i guess i'm just not used to being vulnerable and touchable," you sighed as you shook your head, "but then again, at the end of the day i'm not all that invisible despite my ability and six eyes. i think i have become so used to my infinity and prowess that i have forgotten what it's like to be this vulnerable as a human."

dazai silently nodded his head, biting the inside of his lip. for someone who doesn't feel worthy of bearing such skin, hence the bandages, he, like you, doesn't feel human.

you and dazai really were alike, huh?

"but i'm probably just overthinking it," a soft chuckle escaped your lips as a smile crept across your face as you turned to face dazai, "you're right."

dazai's brown eyes slowly lit up, "right about what?"

"that it's not so bad," you replied.

unable to resist it any longer, you pushed your head into the crook of his neck and leaned against his shoulder, to which dazai immediately responded by resting his cheek atop your head, and the two of you continued to intertwine your hands.

despite the fact that dazai was the only one who could break through your infinity and limitless ability, he was warm and comforting, and you were gradually getting used to it. dazai felt so nice that the foreign feeling of being this vulnerable around him was fading.

perhaps dazai was the lesson you needed, which is why your paths crossed. it was for you to remember what it was like to be human, and to learn that even if you have everything, you won't always get what you want—beginning with you riding a public transportation with him.

"right about taking the bus? or being this close to me, [name]-chan?" dazai asked softly in a whisper, his voice slightly flirtatious.

"both," you answered in response as you squeezed dazai's hand and closed your eyes, a small laugh spilling from your lips.

[ author's notes ! guess who decided to update after not being able to in an incredibly long ass while 💀 but ok, so like, i've read from somewhere how gojo satoru is rich and spoiled af given how he's the pride and head of the gojo clan in the canon jjk world. so i incorporated that with gojo! reader in this bsd x reader fic. again, there is no established relationship yet between gojo! reader and dazai, just a hint of blossoming romance hehe because i think it'd be nice ! thank you so much for requesting. i hope you enjoyed this (⑅ •͈ᴗ•͈ ) ]

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captain-hawks · 4 months ago

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How was your dayyy!

I have just discovered these umemiya and togame fellows. I don’t know their actual forms, only their tumblr’d forms. I’m always excited to start a new series because i never know who i’ll like instantly first versus slow growing affection. For haikyuu, it was asahi first.

So! Who were your first attention grabbers in any three serieseseses you’d like to talk about!

🌻🌻kita-non (because of your last message, I have ascended)

too long and too hot for a day off from work, but far better now that i can relax and spend the rest of the night irresponsibly ruining my sleep schedule 😂. i hope that you're having a nice weekend<3!

yes!! i loooove starting a series and trying to guess who my favourites might end up being (and the surprise ones that end up sneaking in). then i like clowning myself very hard after all is said and done by looking at their MBTIs to see how laughably predictable i am LOL.

okay let's see

wind breaker - i literally saw (1) picture of sakura and immediately ran to start reading the manga because i loved his hair so much.

haikyuu - atsumu & his hair on the S4 poster was all the convincing i needed to start the show (and the joke was on me when i had to wait that long to meet him HA). but my first fave while i was watching was sugawara! i relate to everything about his personality so so so much, there will always be a special lil place in my heart for him.

tokyo revengers - i started watching for chifuyu! once again, for the hair. i'm a simple gal. i see an undercut and i need no further convincing. also he just looked so cool in his toman uniform.

i beeeeeg you to watch wind breaker! it's such a fantastic series, and there are so many great characters!!

#💌 inbox #🌻🌻kita-non #<- YES<3!!

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waifuu-writerr · 3 years ago

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yUh so i was wondering if you could do Suga, Kuroo, Noya and alSo Iwa seeing their s/o singing and dancing in one of their big t-shirts and your underwear at like, 3 am? If not, thats fine lmaO

GUESS WHO’S BACK FROM THEIR (almost 2 year) HIATUS!!!! Missed you all so much and I’m finally in a good place and motivated again!! I love this idea and writing it was so much funnn I tried to do something different hope you guys enjoy :)!!

Warnings: NSFW suggested and done, lots of cursing, teasing

Koshi Sugawara

Suga was always a gentleman, always telling you sweet things and taking your relationship the pace that you wanted it to be, but OH LORD was he in for trouble. It was 2:45 am and Suga was finally done with the essay he had to turn in and was ready to get you and a glass of water and go to bed. To Suga’s surprise he was met with a highly energetic y/n dancing around in his jersey that was a size too big for her. This was normal, you were usually found with too much energy or dancing. It could be the middle of grocery shopping and you would be dancing. But what he failed to notice was how you weren’t wearing any shorts and how your pink lace undies were underneath the coverage of the jersey. Suga stood in the doorway admiring your moves with the cup of water in one hand and leaning on the doorframe with the other. As Suga took the last sip of his water that when he noticed it…. Your shirt rode up to reveal your beautiful body and your beautiful cunt that was only thinly covered with the lace of your underwear. Suga immediately spit out his water causing a concerned y/n to stop what you were doing and ask if he was ok, you did not fail to notice the bulge beginning to form inside of his shorts, and a smirk was plastered on your face as you made your way towards Suga. It seems like tonight the pace of the relationship was moving along ;)

Tetsuro Kuroo

You and Kuroo had an intimate and sexual relationship, but there would still be a bit of shyness when it came to asking you to do things. It was already 3 am and Kuroo was just happy to be home, he had to work over time tonight since the company was under staffed but that didn’t matter since he was going to be able to see you at the end of the day, even if you were already asleep by now. Kuroo slipped into his shared apartment and took off his shoes making his way to the bedroom but he stopped as he hear music come from the room. Excited would not begin to describe how Kuroo felt that after a long day you were still awake and he would be able to pepper you with kisses, but he was shocked when he came into the bedroom and saw you on the bed wearing his shirt that was too big, with your ass up looking for something you dropped on the floor as you were too lazy to get out of the bed. Seeing your pretty body and your pretty underwear in the angle was a sight he would never forget and the feeling of how uncomfortable his pants were starting to become is also a feeling he would never forget. “Oh baby you’re here can you help me? Can you pass me the control” you innocently asked and he obliged “can you help me too my love?” Kuroo asked, his cheeks turning bright red. “Yes ofc what do you need” you asked as he took your hand and moved it to his bludge causing you both to smile.

Yu Nishinoya

So far you and Nishinoya have been your firsts for mostly everything. First kiss, first “handhold” as he likes to call it, and first loves. Yeah he used to have a huge crush on Kiyoko but that was WAYY before he met you and it was only a crush/obsession not love. Yu felt like he was truly understood whenever he was with you, you had the same humor as him, similar tastes when it came to shows and food, and you both loved the idea of packing up and traveling around the world. So the moment he saw how cheap the plane tickets to Hawaii where he jumped and bought you both tickets without even second guessing himself. It was also 3 am so that added towards why he would make such a Huge decision without even asking you but he already knew your answer. Since it was break he knew you would still be up since he know you take any vacations to stay up as long as possible. So he walked over to your house and let himself in with the spare key, as he was heading towards your room he noticed that some very sexual and elusive songs were being played and rather loudly at that, he’s glad you’re parents were gone for the weekend since he knew you would’ve gotten in big trouble for playing such loud music if they were there. Noya opens your bedroom door to see one of the most amazing sights He’s ever seen (right next to the first time he ever saw you). You were dancing around your room wearing the shirt he let you borrow and wearing nothing else but your white laced panties. Noya stood in the door basking the glory of what he was seeing but unfortunately his other body parts where enjoying the sight a little too much. He felt his cock twitch each time the shirt you were wearing would come up to high and reveal your underwear, and he felt ashamed that this was happening. He was on his way to sneaking out to fix the problem but unfortunately that’s when you spotted him. “Hey Noya baby, I didn’t hear you come in what’s up?” Hearing his name spill from your lips excited his cock even more. All thoughts of the trip were erased from his mind and he just wanted you, and your body to be pressed up against him but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. “What’s wrong yu” you asked as his cheeks turned red and he looked away, that’s when you looked down and noticed his little (it was actually huge) problem. You’ve been waiting for this moment for a while, you haven’t taken eachothers virginities yet and you were very excited to see his big problem, that you didn’t think before beginning to unbuckle his pants. Let’s just say there was no sleeping on the cards for tonight.

Hajime Iwaizumi

You and Iwaizumi were nothing but friends with benefits. Bestfriends with benefits. That’s what he would tell himself everytime he would come over.

Hey, you up? You should come over

The moment he saw the text he grabbed his things and left the house, a little too fast. He was outside your bedroom door repeating the same things he always repeats each time he was about to see you naked again. “Nothing but friends with benefits, y/n would never like me more than that. If this is how she remains happy then this how I will keep her happy” Iwaizumi has only admitted it once, and it was to the snarky captain who was also his bestfriend, but he was in love with y/n ever since they met you in kindergarten. The way you smile at the jokes he makes about oikawa, the way you pay attention to all the things that are told to you by your close friends, keeping it in your mind for later use so u can give them proper gifts or surprises. The way your eyes sparkle every time you see an animal that is just too cute. He was in love with you, but he was sure you weren’t in love with him. He finally opened the door but was shocked to see you dancing around in his jersey with absolutely nothing underneath. The Jersey would ride up at times to expose your beautiful curves and your wet cunt, waiting for the arrival of Iwaizumi. “Fuck I fucking love you” those words left Iwaizumi’s mouth faster than he can think and he was scared you heard. You did. But you were going to tease him a little bit first. “Oh hey zumi!! Took you long enough dummy” he’s glad that you seem like you didn’t hear what he said he took off his bag and was ready to do what he always did but he was stopped by your hand. “What wrong” he asked with a confused look on his face. “Don’t you wanna know why I’m wearing your jersey cutie?“ IwaIzumi WAS a little curious as to why so he nodded, which had a smirk begin to grown your face. You grabbed his shirt and dragged him onto the bed and he sat up on the bed while you sat on top of him. Your wet cunt touching his clothed cock and the both of you guys could feel it twitch. “Fuck y/n, don’t do this” iwaizumi said knowing that you were teasing him. “Toru told me zumi.” You’re words shocked him but since you were still grinding on him all he could let out where low moans. “You know the both of you weren’t really subtle about it, right?” you said getting up knowing that just by grinding on him he was already on the verge of cumming but you stopped just before he could. “Y/n i know you don’t feel the same so can we just do what we always do and go back to normal” he said In an almost whisper tone. You now stood right in front of him putting your hand on his chin forcing him to look at you. “I love you too.” And then you both fell on the bed too much piled up tension being released. Your words made his heart skip a beat but none of you wanted to say anything right now you just wanted each other and you guys could talk more about your new found relationship status later. He kept a mental note to thank Oikawa later though.

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icantspeakspanish · 3 years ago

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You have a huge crush on each other and his family ships you guys

a/n: i am about to SCREAM with these exams coming up, but take this as valentines thingy or whatever

context: you and him have been friends since y’all’s early years, and by time you start to develop feelings me being a sucker for childhood friends to lovers rn for each other. their parents notice that and make some comments about it !

included characters: Atsumu Miya, Hajime Iwaizumi, Shoyo Hinata

warnings: couple content on valentines genre: masterlist.

Atsumu Miya

So youve been friends with the twins pretty much your whole life

and you're really glad to have them as your friends

but you just like one more than the other

so there you are

sitting between them because the twin's momma invited you to stay for dinner

you and Atsumu have been teasing each other for the entire day at this point, so when he pokes your side again, you grin and give it right back

„Just take a room you two.“ Osamu says, ROLLING HIS EYES😭

The audacity

„Samu!“ Atsumu complains and you choke on your food

„y/n would be a lovely daughter in law.“

„mOoOM!“

At this point you’re smoking red, osamu annoyed and Atsumu is tryna keep his lies stable🧑‍🦯

Hajime Iwaizumi

After an exhausting day of teasing from the other third years, iwaizumi invites you over

Why they teased y’all?

BECAUSE EVERYONE CAN SEE YALLS HEART SHAPED EYES, THATS WHY

Oikawa is SO over it because he always has to hear y’all talk about each other, but neither of you has the balls to confess

Anyways

Iwa‘s momma is very excited to see you

You’ve been often at his place, so no one minds when he’s up in his room for a minute while you talk to his mom

„You know dear, everytime you’re around, Hajimes smiles a bit more.“ A sweet lady so you better say thank you mrs iwaizumi😠

Your cheeks warm up and you smile at her

Ong im too single why am i doing this

She doesn’t know about your huge crush on her son BUT SHE KNOWS

„he even asks me sometimes if i-“-„mom!“

Homeboy is a bit red when he comes into the living room ngl 😧

JUST CONFESS ALREADY OH MY GOD

Shoyo Hinata

He is literally so chaotic and obvious what

Like how do you not notice

You pick his sister up from school with him

You bought her sweets okay😠

Natsu is so excited when you give them to her, she just hugs you thight🥺

„You are so nice, y/n! Shoyo and I love you sooo much!!🥰“

😀 <- you

😧 <- Hinata

🥰 <- NATSU THE ABSOLUTE ICON

„you know how excited she gets about sweets🤣“

you just laugh the entire situation off awkwardly, ignoring red faces, stuttering and banging hearts😐

How she knows you may want to know👁

Well☝🏻

Hinata would happily tell sugawara or yachi what you did today, how pretty you looked, how cool you are, wha—

Or maybe call Tanaka for some advice maybe not

And he’s not really quiet when he does that🙄

But if you and him get together, just know Natsu is the one to plan the wedding😋

#iwaizumi supremacy #aoba johsai #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #iwaizumi x reader #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #miya twins #im so down bad help #karasuno x reader #karasuno #hinata shoyo #hinata x reader

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akaashisbabygirl · 4 years ago

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reader saying they want to be in charge in the bedroom tonight

warnings: slight nsfw

kageyama tobio

i do think that kageyama is a switch, so he kinda doesn’t really mind if you’re going to be the dominant one in the bedroom today. though i do think he is leaning more to the dom side of being switch and he doesn’t really expect you to be like “let me top you in bed tonight!!!!!” though, i would like to say that when you do too him, he becomes such a subby and moaning mess underneath you, a side he’ll never let anyone see EVER

yamaguchi tadashi

i mean- i really do not think tadashi is gonna kind of you want to top tonight or if you want him to top. he’s a subby boy and i really do think he likes it when you’re in charge in the bedroom. one hundred and ten percent so happy to have you top him tonight in bed. like seriously, this man isn’t going to complain at all over it. if you want to top him, just say so. he will willing let you with zero to no complaints at all

tanaka ryūnosuke

i also do think that tanaka is more of a switch in the bedroom so like the others, he doesn’t really mind if you want to be the dominant one in the bedroom tonight. though, i just don’t really see him being such a subby person so it’s probably rarely he will actually let you be the one to take control in the bedroom. it’s pretty rare but he does enjoy it and doesn’t mind if you want to top him, i just cannot really see him being subby

nishinoya yū

literally a sub. i stand by the fact that i do think that noya is a switch but leaning more towards the sub side. so when you do ask him if you can top him in bed, he’s honestly like “SURE PLEASE” he becomes such a moaning and whining mess in the bedroom and doesn’t really let anyone see that side of him except for you. he loves it when you top him. i also do feel like he’d have a mommy/daddy kink and would totally call you that if you’re comfortable with it

akaashi keiji

okay i feel like i keep writing about subby boys. but akaashi is also like the boys above - he’s completely cool with you topping him. i do feel like he is subby (but i’m a sub so this is very biased) and he does like it when you top him every now and then. no complaining too. he’s very shy when he moans and tries to keep them to himself. he loves it when you hold his hand while topping him too, he thinks it’s cute linking his fingers with yours

iwaizumi hajime

okay so when it comes to iwaizumi i really just do not see you being able to top him at all. he’s more of a top, the dominant one. he really isn’t going to let you top him. it’s just not really his thing to be topped by anyone, he likes to do the topping. he’s cool with you wanting to try, but at the end it’s going to end up with him topping you. i just cannot see you being able to top him at all. he does try and let it happen, but he just cannot

ushijima wakatoshi

i honestly feel like ushijima will be like “okay too me” for the first few minutes. but after a while he does a complete 360° and now he’s the one topping you in bed. i feel like he’s the type who would be like, cool with you topping them but since he’s not a sub at all he just cannot stand the fact that you’re the one topping him. he doesn’t mind if you want to try. it just means that by the end of the night you’re gonna end up underneath him

hinata shōyō

SUB SUB SUB SUB SUB. literally please top him in the bedroom. he loves it when you’re in control and when you’re making him feel so good. he absolutely loves it. he loves it when you top him. totally has a mommy/daddy kink and will call you that if you’re comfortable. he’s such a soft baby when it comes to you topping him and honestly just loves it. he gets excited when you ask to top him, he’s like PLEASE!!!! he loves it so much

suna rintarō

when it comes to suna i do feel like he is a switch but only to an extent - he’s leaning more towards the dominant side. he doesn’t really let you top him as often and so it does kinda come as a surprise to him when you ask him if you’re able to top him in the bedroom. i really don’t think that he minds if you want to or not - it’s more of the if he’s actually able to lay there and let you be in control in the bedroom. otherwise he’s turning you over and topping you

osamu miya

i don’t think he would let you top him in bed which is why he’s kinda shocked that you did ask him to top him in bed. he’s very shocked actually. but i don’t feel like he would be completely against the fact that you want to top him in bed. he’ll let you - but at the end of the day he might as well just change how it’s going and top you in the bedroom instead. yet, i do think it’s something he does want to try out every now and then

aran ojiro

no. just no. i cannot, i absolutely cannot see him as being a sub. i just cannot see it. he probably chuckles when you ask him if you can top him in bed. personally i just cannot see aran letting you top him at all, he’s the dominant one in the bedroom and he really isn’t going to give up his dominance. but really, i just cannot see him as someone who is going to let you top him, even if you ask, he’ll still be in charge no matter what

ukai keishin

kinda both a yes and a no when it comes to you being in charge in the bedroom. i feel as it would be very rare for him to let you top him in bed as he’s mainly the one who wants to be in charge - but at the end of the day i do think he’s the one who is going to be in charge in the bedroom and he wouldn’t really ever have you top him. he does it a few times just to get to know how it feels but really he is going to be the one in charge

matsukawa issei

no. that’s all i have to say. no. he’s not going to let you top him in bed. even if you try by pinning him down - matsukawa will flip the two of you around and pin you down onto the bed now. he is just not someone who is wanting to be a sub in the bedroom - he doesn’t like the idea of having someone top him. he doesn’t mean to hurt your feelings - it’s just that he cannot really see himself getting topped by his partner and it’s not something he wants to do

hanamaki takahiro

i do feel like he is a switch and doesn’t really mind if you want to be the one in charge in the bedroom. if you do suggest you wanting to be in charge in the bedroom he will be willing to try it out first time around. if he’s interested in it and does enjoy himself while you’re in charge - then he’s willing to do it again and again whenever you feel like being in charge. he doesn’t mind at all who is gonna top in the bedroom

kyōtani kentarō

i am contemplating whether kyotani will tell you not to top him because he’s the dom or he’s the switch who has days where you want him to top him. i think he leans more towards switch where he will want you to top him sometimes but that’s something he’s never wanting to admit. when you ask him if you can top him in bed - he will not admit how much he wants you to do that. he will enjoy it but he will also probably deny that factor

tsukishima kei

tsukishima for me kinda leans more towards the side where he will let you top him if you ask to be in charge in the bedroom. i do not think he minds at all. at first - he mocks and teases you jokingly about you being in charge and probably even says that “you can’t top him” but please show him otherwise. he tries to hide his moans and how much he’s enjoying you being in charge - yet that’s something he will never admit to you

sugawara kōshi

switch! he’s totally a switch in bed and if you do feel like being in control tonight - just let him know!! i feel like sugawara doesn’t mind at all who is in charge in the bedroom. he can become quite a subby mess when you’re the one in charge - he just doesn’t really admit that as much. he sometimes even asks you if you want to be in control before the two of you start because he does love having you in control and in charge

bokuto kōtarō

no. i do feel like this boy is a complete dom no matter what. i feel like that even if you did want to be in charge in the bedroom - it would only last you five minutes or so because bokuto cannot wait. he’s so eager to fill you up with his cock and fuck you into the sheets below. there’s no way he’s willing to wait and be teased by you in the bedroom. he’s more dominant than submissive in this situation, so expect the tables to turn quickly if you want to be on top

kuroo tetsurō

another man where all i can say is “no”. i really do feel as if kuroo isn’t going to let you be in charge in the bedroom and probably chuckles at you when you ask him if you can be. he’s just really not into being the submissive one in the bedroom and he likes to be in charge. so personally, i just cannot see him being subby at all or even letting you take control in the bedroom. i don’t even think he would let you try it to be honest

kenma kozume

do it. honestly if you’re wanting to be the one in charge tonight - kenma has absolutely zero complaints. be in charge. i don’t really see kenma as someone who is going to be dominant so he’s really wanting you to be in charge when it comes to the bedroom. and oh my god the way that he loves it!! he loves it so much but i do feel as if he won’t be very expressive with his thoughts about it - but he loves being topped by you <3

oikawa tōru

acts like a dominant. is a dominant to an extent. usually can be a subby mess underneath you because oh boy does this man love it when you top him. he talks a lot of game saying he’s usually in charge in the bedroom - but you can prove him wrong at any minute. he loves it so much when you’re the one taking control and he isn’t afraid to say that. he becomes such a subby and whiny mess for you it’s not even funny

tendou satori

i feel like tendou is leaning in the middle - he’s like a switch but i don’t know if he leans more towards the dom or sub side. but if you are wanting to take charge in bed he will be totally cool with it. just take charge - he literally does not care. tendou can be in charge when you want him to be in charge and is willing to let you be in charge when you want to be in charge. he loves it so much and always tells you that

terushima yūji

you know - i’ve seen things where people say that terushima is the dominant one but i really do see him as a switch. so when you do come to him saying that you want to be in charge in the bedroom - he’s cool with it because he’s curious to know what it’s like. he just never expected himself to love it as much as he does. he loves it when you’re in control and making him do things he usually makes you do in the bedroom. 10/10 loves it

sakusa kiyoomi

i don’t really see sakusa as being switch or a sub (mainly a sub) because he just does not give me those vibes. so when you’re asking him if you can be in control in the bedroom tonight he’s kinda hesitant about it. he does enjoy it whenever you’re in charge - but as i said with tanaka it’s something that happens every now and then not all the time. he’s not really someone who is subby so i just can’t see it happening as often

atsumu miya

i don’t think he’s going to let you top him in the bedroom, but those are just my thoughts. he gives me the vibes of someone who is always wanting to be in control when it comes to who is in charge. don’t get me wrong - he is willing to try it out with you and see if he likes it or not, but atsumu is not really a sub. maybe every now and then, he is willing to let you be in charge, but usually it’s not really his thing to do during sex

kita shinsuke

i do think kita is a switch, so i don’t think he minds at all when you say you want to top him in bed tonight. he really does not mind at all. if you feel like being in control, just let him know as he’s cool with letting you be in control. like yamaguchi, he has zero to no complaints when it comes to who is gonna top tonight in bed and he doesn’t mind at all if it’s you. secretly wants to be topped by you but that’s something he’ll never say

daichi sawamura

he’s another one who i don’t really see as a sub at all or someone who is going to let you be in charge in the bedroom. i feel like being in charge when it comes to sex is more of what he wants in the bedroom. don’t get me wrong, he does want you to at least include what you want to do when you two have sex, but he just isn’t really someone who is going to be very interested in having you top him in the bedroom

asahi azumane

subby boy! subby boy! subby boy! he totally will want you to top him every now and then in the bedroom but he’s too shy to admit it. he does like it when you’re in charge in the bedroom. he gets kinda excited when you ask him if you’re able to top him today, he’s just so happy to have you on top. does have a mommy/daddy kink and will use it if you’re comfortable with it. he really just loves it when you top him in the bedroom

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peachycoreroo · 4 years ago

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Umm, I got a request! What about their s/o being sick and how they would take care of them? If you feel comfortable with that, you can a spice it up a bit with cockwarming 👀 I'd love to see Sugawara, Kuroo, Satori, Oikawa and Bokuto!

characters: sugawara koushi, kuroo tetsurou, tendou satori, oikawa tooru, bokuto koutaro

genre: fluff, smut, comfort(??)

word count: 1.6k

warnings: fem!reader, it's mostly fluff, cockwarming, hinting at oral fem! receiving, mentions of medication, established relationships

authors note: uhh it got kind of repetetive with the cockwarming so i threw oral in there, but i hope you'll still like it!! if you see kuroo’s being the longest, no you don’t<3 here's a link to my masterlist

sugawara koushi:

sugawara koushi was a good husband in many ways. he was attentive, loving and a great cook, alas a bit aggressively positive whenever you felt insecure or stressed. nothing you couldn’t handle. but as you laid in your shared bed with a cold, you once again were reminded of why you loved him so much.

“so, chicken soup or potato soup?”, suga asked again, after you didn’t respond the first time, being too immersed in your thoughts about him. coughing, you tried to sit up, just to get pushed down again.

“no. no getting up. you stay here, i do everything.” looking up at your silver-haired husband, you smiled softly and finally replied: “chicken, please.”

with a nod, you were once again left alone, just like before sugawara came home from work. ten minutes later, he returned with a steaming bowl and a spoon, sitting down beside you. refusing to make you do anything at all, he insisted on feeding you himself.

“thank you so much, kou’. you make the best chicken soup”, you lovingly whispered as he fed you, making him smile at the compliment you always gave when he cooked it.

after the meal, you reached out towards the elementary school teacher, murmuring: “’wanna be close to you.”

knowing exactly what you wanted, he lied down behind you before taking out his cock and stroking it a few times. as he pushed your panties to the side and slipped inside your tight walls, you felt like you could finally completely relax.

you felt safe in his arms, as he pressed soft kisses along your shoulder, knowing you always had a husband who was willing to take care of your every need.

kuroo tetsurou:

being the girlfriend of kuroo tetsurou, employee at japan volleyball association, was hard at times. a lot of nights and weekends were spent alone, as your boyfriend had to stay overtime at the office on many nights, and, occasionally, even come in on saturdays and sundays.

that didn’t make you love him any less, but it did make for some hard times. for example, right now. it was already 11p.m. and your boyfriend was still nowhere to be seen, while you struggled with a fever the whole day.

having enough of not being able to do anything yourself, you staggered into the kitchen, determined to make some tea. as the kettle heated up, you leaned against the kitchen island, too focused on trying to stand upright to hear the front door opening.

kuroo was tired, but when he heard the kettle boil, indicating that you were still awake, it was like all the pressure from work suddenly lifted off of him. but when he entered the kitchen, excited to finally come home to you, he was only faced with worry at the sight of you, looking like you’re ready to collapse at any moment.

the black-haired man didn’t hesitate to pick you up bridal style, almost giving you a heart attack in the process. “tetsu’! oh my god, you scared me!”, you croakily exclaimed, voice rough from your throat aching.

“m’ sorry baby. you should’ve told me you were sick, ‘would’ve come home earlier”, he scolded, already knowing you didn’t want to bother him at work, no matter how bad you were feeling.

kuroo carried you into the bedroom, placing you on the bed before loosening his tie and putting a large hand on your forehead, checking your temperature.

“i didn’t want you to worry”, you whispered, your fever-consumed brain zeroing in on tetsurou’s exposed collarbones and dress shirt-clad arms. “well, mission failed, because now i definitely am”, he murmured, already leaving the room to continue making the tea you started.

grabbing his hand at the last second, you looked up at him, gaze glazed over with exhaustion. “can we just cuddle, tetsu’? i just want to cockwarm you. ‘wanna feel you after such a long day.”

how could he ever deny you asking so nicely? kissing your forehead, the tall man sighed.

“anything you want, kitten.”

tendou satori:

tendou knew something was wrong as soon as he woke up. you were restless beside him, sweating and groaning in your sleep, as if a nightmare were haunting you. as he reached out to wake you up, he immediately felt how hot your body temperature was.

with determination to take care of you, the red-haired male fetched some medicine, before finally waking you up. “y/n, sweetie. you’re running a fever, wake up.”

groaning, you turned away from him, not wanting to face the headache that was currently pounding in your head. you could feel your boyfriends’ fingertips gently caressing your arm, as he leaned in and murmured: “if you take your medicine, i’ll let you sit on my lap and sleep all day, sweetheart”, knowing exactly how to get you to take the medication.

you can’t remember when it became a thing in your relationship, but whenever you felt sick, stressed, or just had a bad day, you’d always sit on your boyfriends’ lap, stuffed full of his cock, while you peacefully napped.

groggily opening one eye to look at him, he knew he had you when you slowly sat up and reached out for the medicine he was holding. when the tall man was sure you swallowed, he sat down, leaning against the headboard, and pulled you onto his lap.

it was almost therapeutic for you, as you slowly sunk down on his cock, both of you sighing contently, before burying your face in his neck, ready to lose yourself to sleep once again.

with tendou’s cock inside you, and his large hand stroking your hair, you slowly drifted off.

oikawa tooru:

“tooru, relax. it’s just a cold”, you tried to calm down your boyfriend, currently pacing inside your shared bedroom like a mad man.

“how can i relax when you’re sick! what am i supposed to do? oh my god, what if it gets worse?”

as much as you loved oikawa tooru with all your heart, his flare for the dramatic really didn’t help you in your sick state. this was the first time you caught a nasty virus since moving in with him and it clearly showed that he was the younger sibling in his family, never having to take care of someone, but always being cared for.

you sighed, massaging your temples: “oikawa tooru, you’re going to give me a headache. i just need some tea and sleep. i’m not going to die.”

“are you sure?”, he looked at you, worried. “it sounds like you want me to”, you deadpanned, making your boyfriends dramatic ass crack a smile.

“no, i definitely don’t, y/n. don’t worry. mission ‘tea for my sick girlfriend’: in action.” and with that, he disappeared into the kitchen, finally giving you space to take a deep breath. it’s not as if he annoyed you by any means, you knew he was just worried about you.

when the brunet reappeared with a steaming cup of tea, you had an idea as to how to calm him down.

“babe, lay down.” oikawa gave you a quick, puzzled look, before doing as he was told, not quite understanding where you were going with this. as you turned your backside to him and fondled for his cock, he quickly stopped you. “wait! wait, what are you doing?”

“if you want to help me, just slip inside and let me sleep.”

the setter looked at you, as if you grew two heads, only getting out a ‘huh?’ at your statement. rolling your eyes, you guided him inside you and cuddled up with your back against his chest, explaining: “it just makes me feel safe. i know you’re not leaving me to suffer alone.”

oikawa didn’t know that he could feel this soft while he had his dick inside someone, but there’s a first for everything.

bokuto koutaro:

“’taro, i know you mean it in the best way possible, but you know i won’t be able to eat that.”

bokuto koutaro was a great husband. you could even say the best, but that might be your bias talking. unfortunately, he couldn’t cook if his life depended on it, and as much as you appreciated his efforts of wanting to take care of you while you felt under the weather, your will to live a little longer was stronger.

pouting, the spiker looked at you with puppy dog eyes. “but baby, i want to make you feel better! how am i supposed to do that, when you don’t even let me cook for you”, your oversized husband whined.

“koutaro. baby. light of my life. the last time you wanted to surprise me by making dinner, you nearly burned down the whole house. how am i supposed to relax and get better, when i’m going to be worrying about you burning yourself to death?”, you asked gently, knowing how upset he can get when he feels useless.

already seeing bokuto’s face drop more and more with every word, you immediately followed with: “but i know how you can make me feel better without any dangerous kitchen activities involved.”

at that, he perked up. “really?”

slowly parting your legs, you looked at him expectingly. without having to say another word, the tall spiker was already between your legs, taking of your panties and licking a stripe up your slit.

when he heard your content sigh and felt you relax, he knew this was the best thing he could do for you.

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pearlsephoni · 3 years ago

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Under the Lights of Paris

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: AsaNoya (Asahi/Nishinoya), background DaiSuga (Daichi/Suga)

Characters: Asahi Azumane, Yu Nishinoya, brief appearances from Daichi Sawamura and Koshi Sugawara

Word Count: 18,479

Summary: In a desperate bid to reintroduce some adventure and excitement into his life, Asahi tags along with Nishinoya to the next stop on his Great World Tour: Paris, one of the fashion capitals of the world. But a trip to the City of Love with his high school crush ends up reintroducing something else into Asahi’s life. Maybe this time, he’ll have the courage to see things through.

Written for @hqtimeskipbb!

A/N: Thank you so much to the moderators for organizing this event! And all my love and gratitude to my incredible team! Myeu (@myeuphorio) drew an absolutely stunning piece of art to accompany this story, and Andie (@fireheartaw) has been the world's kindest beta reader throughout this process. This story couldn't have happened without your hard work and endless support.

Asahi Azumane was feeling stuck.

“I’ve been feeling stuck.” His announcement received dead stares from Suga and Daichi. “What?”

“You? Have been feeling stuck?” Suga parroted back at him.

“…Yes?”

“You? Ye of glass heart, who managed to move to the Big City and pursue his dreams despite nearly bailing several times out of sheer anxiety?”

“‘Ye,’” Daichi snorted into his coffee. “Ok, Mr. Literature Teacher.”

“To elementary schoolers, and that’s not the point.” Suga waved away Daichi’s grin before pointing an accusatory finger at Asahi. “You feel stuck? Mr. Fashion Designer in the big city? You’re telling this to us? The guys who stayed in our hometown?”

“I’m proud of my job,” Daichi protested.

“So am I.”

“And I like our life here.”

“So do I, but that’s not the point,” Suga sighed with a fond smile and a squeeze at Daichi’s hand. “The point is that Asahi took the biggest risk out of us, and now he’s the one who feels stuck?”

“That’s not— I didn’t mean—” Asahi shoved his hair behind his ear with a frown. “I like my life, I do. I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished. It’s just…I worked so hard to achieve what I have, and now it’s just…just…nothing’s changed!”

The couple’s brows raised with unnerving synchronization. “What do you mean?” Daichi asked.

“Like…you guys moved in together and got a cat. Hinata came back from Brazil and is playing like some sort of volleyball god now? Kageyama went to the Olympics and he’ll probably end up going again, because that’s just the level he’s at. Noya hasn’t stayed in the same country for more than a year, he’s already planning his next stop after Italy.”

“Ooooh, where?”

“Not the point, Koshi.” Daichi looked far too pleased at the chance to fling Suga’s words back at him.

“The point is,” Asahi declared, “that nothing’s changed for me since I landed this job. No promotions, no new apartments, I haven’t even dated—”

“You could, you just don’t want to.”

“Suga.”

“I’m just saying!”

“Just…I dunno,” Asahi sighed. “I think I need a change of scenery. Mix things up a little, just for a bit, y’know?”

Silence fell over the table, broken only by the sounds of quiet sips of coffee and tea. It was a fair response. Asahi wouldn’t have known what to say if either of his friends had brought up a similar problem to him.

Which was why the sight of Suga suddenly straightening with a twinkle in his eye made both hope and dread crawl up Asahi’s throat. “Why don’t you tag along with Nishinoya?”

“...What?”

Suga was probably the only person in the world who could weather a unified exclamation and stares of disbelief from two grown men. “What? Why not? Asahi, you said you’re feeling stuck. What better way to escape that than to go overseas for a bit? Do some traveling! I’m sure Nishinoya would love to have you join him, and that way you won’t have to stress out about doing all the planning and traveling by yourself.”

“I…I…” Asahi found himself at a loss. The idea was crazy, but it also made sense. Par for the course for Suga, honestly.

And yet…something about the idea made a nervous reluctance settle in Asahi’s belly like a rock. It must’ve shown on his face, because Daichi frowned and said with quiet authority, “Give us one good reason it wouldn’t work.”

“I…” His fingers tightened around his paper cup, and the bustle of the cafe blended in with the buzzing in his ears until he could barely hear his own words. “I’d just hold him back.”

Suga’s lips pressed into a thin line as a soft sigh huffed from his nose. “Just ask him, Asahi. You know Noya doesn’t mince words. If he’d rather keep traveling by himself, then he’ll say so.”

“Yeah…yeah, I guess.”

He appreciated his friends’ advice, he did. But when he bid them goodbye and got on the train back to Tokyo, he’d already decided he wouldn’t take Suga’s suggestion. And when he answered a video call from Nishinoya that night and was greeted by him looking luminous on the shores of Italy, his decision turned into certainty.

“Asahi-saaaaaan!!” Nishinoya shouted, a blinding smile stretching across his face. “It’s not too late over there, right?”

“Hey, Noya,” Asahi laughed as he toed off his shoes. “It’s a little late, but I just got home. How about you, what’ve you been up to? More marlin fishing?”

“You go marlin fishing one time…” A dramatic sigh huffed out of Nishinoya, before a sheepish grin tugged at his lips. “Ok, maybe a little. But I’ve mostly been getting ready for my next stop!”

“Really? Do I get to know where? Or are you going to surprise me with a video of you bungee jumping from the top of the Eiffel Tower?”

Nishinoya blinked in surprise. “How’d you know?”

“Know what?”

“That I’m going to Paris?”

It was Asahi’s turn to blink. “You…you are?”

A laugh burst out of Nishinoya. “Yeah, man! What’re you, psychic? Yeah, I’m heading over there next month.”

“Done with Italy already?”

“It’s been a really good couple of months…but I’m ready for the next.”

“Paris, huh…” The city of lights. One of the fashion capitals of the world. Full of some of the prettiest architecture Asahi had ever seen. He’d never mentioned it to anyone, but he did nurse an impossible dream to visit one day.

Except maybe it wasn’t impossible. Here was a chance, staring him right in the face: a trip to Paris with an old friend, a friend he missed.

“Asahi-san?” The quiet call of his name tugged his attention back to his phone, and he felt his cheeks warm at the concern lining Nishinoya’s face. “You okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah, just…thinking…” Ask him. Just ask him. “Hey, Noya?”

“Yeah?”

“I have…I have an idea. And you can say no! Please don’t feel like you have to agree to just make me feel better, I don’t want—”

“Asahi-san.” The concern on Nishinoya’s face was replaced by an amused grin. “I don’t even know what you want to ask.”

“Right. Sorry.” He winced at his automatic apology, and he could see Nishinoya’s smile broaden. “Just…well, not ‘just,’ it’s kind of a big ask, but…” If he doesn’t want to, he’ll say so. Just ask. “Can I come to Paris? With you?”

All emotion drained from Nishinoya, leaving him with only wide eyes and parted lips. “You…you want to come to Paris?”

“Yes? I mean, yes, yes, I do.”

“With me?”

“Yes…unless you don’t want me to, I know you’re used to traveling by yourself, and I have no idea what I’m doing, and I’d probably hold you back—”

“Asahi-san, what?”

“What?”

“Yes, of course I want you to come!” Asahi’s hand shot out to hold his phone away, Nishinoya’s shouts ringing loudly through the apartment. “Dude, what the hell?! Why were you so worried? D’you have any idea how much I miss you?”

A breathless laugh escaped Asahi, relief and excitement bubbling up in him with every word from Nishinoya. “Really?”

“Yes! Holy shit, ok, let’s plan this now, when would you want to come over? Will you be good with work and everything? How long do you want to stay?”

“I, ah…I hadn’t planned that far ahead.”

“So let’s plan now! I’m not gonna give you a chance to get cold feet on me, we need to figure this out ASAP. I’m getting close to my hostel, hang on—”

The next thing Asahi knew, he was shooting off emails to work requesting time off, looking at the cheapest flights he could find, asking a coworker to take care of his plants and keep an eye on his apartment, and making sure he actually had the money for a last-minute trip like this. The only thing Nishinoya insisted on taking care of himself was their accommodation. “Leave this part to an expert!”

By the time they hung up, the call had lasted well over two hours and it was later than Asahi had been up since college. But he didn’t feel tired. When he went to bed, he laid awake for another hour, exhilaration buzzing under his skin. He’d done it. He’d asked. And Noya said yes. And now he was going to Paris with him.

“Oh my god,” he whispered to the ceiling. “I’m going to Paris.”

———————————— ————————————

The next month felt like it both lasted forever and passed in a flash, a confusing blur of excitement and dread as Asahi muddled his way through packing, then unpacking, then repacking-but-less-this-time-for-real, then looking at travel recommendations and tips and tricks for Paris. Yes, Nishinoya was going to be there as his guide and companion. But he wouldn’t have felt true to himself if he didn’t needlessly stress over something that was supposed to excite him.

By the time he was on the flight to Paris, he’d been talked out of bailing on the whole trip at least three separate times by Daichi and Suga, and then an extra time by Nishinoya, presumably because the couple had snitched on Asahi. “If you don’t get over here, I’m going to fly back to Japan just to kick your ass myself.”

“You say that like it’d be a bad thing.”

“Try me, Asahi-san.”

So he got on the flight, despite the heavy weight of anxious dread in the bottom of his stomach. It was nothing new - he’d felt the same weight when he made his move to Tokyo - but he hated the way it robbed him of the joy these experiences were supposed to give him. He was only going for two weeks. This wasn’t a drastic life change. It was a trip with an old friend who he missed very much.

Well…Nishinoya wasn’t just an old friend. A fact Asahi did his best not to dwell on too much. A fact that ended up rearing to the front of his mind when he emerged in Arrivals and saw Nishinoya in person for the first time in…he didn’t know how long.

Seeing him over video call for the past two years couldn’t have prepared him for the moment their eyes landed on each other and Nishinoya’s face split into the brightest smile Asahi had seen since high school. Just like that, the weight in his stomach vanished, and his breath finally came a little easier. “Asahi-saaaan!”

Asahi barely had time to drop his backpack to the floor before Nishinoya barreled into him, arms wrapped tight around him and head tucked perfectly beneath his chin. When he spoke, his words were muffled by Asahi’s sweater. “Holy shit, you’re really here.”

“So are you,” Asahi breathed on a soft laugh, arms tight around Nishinoya’s shoulders. They felt much broader since the last time he’d held them, during their last team huddle his third year. “It’s so good to see you, Mr. Worldwide.”

“You too— wait.” Nishinoya pulled away with a small frown. “Did you just give me Pitbull’s nickname?”

His eyes widened in horror. “I…not on purpose?”

A laugh barked out of Nishinoya, and his bright smile was back on his face as though it had never left. “Man, I’ve missed you. Is this all you brought?”

“I brought a checked bag, but otherwise that’s it. Wait, you don’t have to—”

Nishinoya was already swinging Asahi’s backpack over his shoulder and making his way to the luggage claim, leaving Asahi to sheepishly run after him. “I wanted to get us a nicer place than a hostel for your big trip abroad, so I found a little apartment around the corner from Notre Dame,” Nishinoya was saying when Asahi caught up to him, “but I kinda fucked up and got us a place with one bed and one fold-out bed? You’re getting the actual bed, of course, but I just wanted to let you know before we got there.”

“Wait wait wait.” Asahi caught the handle of the backpack and made Nishinoya slow down with a small tug. “I’m not getting the bed. You planned out this whole trip, you should get the bed.”

“I’m used to shitty beds, Asahi-san!”

“So you agree the foldout’s a shitty bed.”

“That’s not—”

“And stop calling me Asahi-san, I’m only a year older than you.”

“Then should I call you Azumane?”

“What? No, call me Asahi!”

“That feels weird!”

“What do you mean— oh hey, my bag!”

Without him realizing it, they’d made it to the luggage carousel, and the bags from his flight were already drifting past on the conveyor belt. Before Nishinoya could get the chance to grab his bag, Asahi leapt forward and tugged the bright green suitcase off the belt. He couldn’t help the proud grin that tugged at his lips when he turned back to his friend. “Alright. Ready to go?”

There was a strange look on Nishinoya’s face, his eyes sharp over flushed cheeks, but at Asahi’s words he grinned back. “Sure. Taxi, bus, or train?”

“Huh? Ah—”

“I’m kidding, let’s get a taxi. My treat!”

“Oh no you don’t—”

When he’d planned this trip, he didn’t anticipate the first hour of it to be so full of arguments. They argued over who lifted the suitcase into the taxi trunk, who paid the driver, who lugged the suitcase up the stairs to the apartment, and who got the better bed again. Yet through it all, he couldn’t seem to stop smiling. Bantering with and getting teased by Nishinoya was so much better in person, when he could really watch those brown eyes flutter open after being squeezed shut in laughter, and feel the gentle shove of his fist against his shoulder.

“When did you get so assertive, Asahi-san?”

“I can’t be that assertive if you’re still winning our arguments.”

Nishinoya grinned from where he reclined on the fold-out bed, legs propped up on the stack of couch cushions beside it. “Aw, c’mon, I let you carry your bag up here, right?”

“After you paid for the cab.”

He waved off Asahi’s words, though his grin looked a little more proud. “I’ll let you pay for dinner. Let’s head out after you take a shower! You can’t waste your first night in Paris!”

A playful frown curved over Asahi’s face. “Shower? Are you saying I smell?”

“I’m saying I still feel gross after long trips, and I’ve been doing this longer than you.” Nishinoya’s eyes turned a little mischievous as he reached up to rest a gentle hand on Asahi’s shoulder. “And you do smell like stale planes.”

A surprised laugh burst from Asahi, and he gave a soft smack to Nishinoya’s hand. “Point taken, you jerk.”

He was right, of course: a shower was exactly what Asahi needed after the long flight, waking him up from his jetlagged drowsiness and making him feel a little more human, even though the tight space of the bathroom made the shower feel more like contortionist practice to him. He had no choice but to escape to the bedroom to have enough space to change, though the trip took him through the living room and past where Nishinoya was still lounging on the fold-out bed. “Hey, Asahi-san, what did you want for— oh.”

Asahi froze, his damp hair making a small puddle form at his feet and creating trails of water along his body that soaked into the towel wrapped around his waist. “Ah, sorry, the bathroom—”

“You’re fine, go get changed.”

He was more than happy to obey, but as he tugged on a light sweater and khakis and did his best to towel off his hair, he couldn’t stop thinking about Nishinoya’s wide eyes and pink cheeks. His own cheeks warmed, and he could only hope his flush wasn’t too obvious when he stepped back into the living room. “Sorry again about—”

“It’s fine, dude, I get it,” Nishinoya interrupted with a small smile. “Now. How about some dinner?”

Asahi didn’t realize his shoulders were tense until they were relaxing, and a relieved smile pulled at his lips. “What’s good for a Parisian dinner?”

A low whistle blew out of Nishinoya’s lips. “Don’t ask that outside of these walls, you could do some real damage!”

They ended up deciding on a small restaurant with outdoor seating that treated them to a beautiful view of Notre Dame. The view came with a price, but— “It’s fine cuz you’re paying, right?”

Asahi sighed at Nishinoya’s teasing grin. “Yeah, I’m paying.”

Dinner was delicious, a starter of escargot and olives followed by a small steak and roasted vegetables, and finished with a shared creme brulee. They sipped at a dry red wine throughout the meal, and by the time their dessert spoons fell into the empty ramekin, Asahi felt a steady warmth settle over his body like an extra sweater. He wasn’t used to the way red wine made him feel, like he could both fall asleep on the spot and run the entire length of the Seine off the energy buzzing through him. His eyes slid to Nishinoya and found him blinking slowly at Notre Dame with a rosiness over his cheeks, and fondness spread soft through him when those dark eyes found his. “You doing alright?”

“Mm…yep!” Just like that, the haziness left Nishinoya’s eyes, and he straightened in his seat with a sharp grin. “It’ll take more than wine to take me down for the night! What about you?”

“I think wine after a long flight wasn’t my best idea,” Asahi hummed, “but I’m doing alright.”

“Good. I want us to go on a walk after this!”

“Now?” Asahi could hear the start of a whine enter his voice. “Isn’t it a little late?”

“The night’s still young, Asahi-san! And we need to get you adjusted to the time zone.”

Asahi could’ve sat at the table and looked up at Notre Dame for the rest of the night, but after he paid for their meal, Nishinoya led him to a nearby bridge that would take them to the plaza in front of the cathedral…only to run ahead and strike a pose in the middle of the bridge.

“Bienvenue a la ville de l’amour!” Nishinoya loudly announced in what was, as far as Asahi could tell, nearly-flawless French, earning some bemused glances from passersby.

Asahi could only laugh. Here they were, in one of the most beautiful cities he had ever seen, and somehow Nishinoya’s presence still couldn’t be contained. The lights of Paris were warm, covering everything in a golden glow and creating glittering reflections in the Seine, and in the center of it all was Nishinoya, smiling almost as widely as his flung-out arms, as though he were presenting his own creation to Asahi.

He looked…beautiful. His hair had been blown loose by the nighttime breeze, his cheeks were still rosy from the wine, his smile was huge and goofy, and he was standing in the center of the bridge, unintentionally forcing passersby to skirt around him. Notre Dame shone just down the river, and Asahi still thought Nishinoya was the prettiest sight in the city.

Maybe it was the jet lag speaking. But he didn’t think that jet lag could make that observation settle firm and warm in his chest. He didn’t realize he was standing there, silently staring at Nishinoya, until the other man blinked with a small, confused frown and called out, “Asahi-san?”

“Hm?”

“You alright?”

“Ah, yeah, just…admiring the view.” The words slipped out before Asahi could ponder the wisdom of saying them. And just like that, Nishinoya was rendered speechless. His eyes widened and a blush colored his cheeks, just faint enough that Asahi couldn’t be sure of what he was seeing under the Paris lights. “By the way,” he said as he stepped up to Nishinoya’s side, eager to change the subject, “since when do you speak French?”

“Oh, I don’t!” The question snapped Nishinoya out of his surprise, and he grinned at Asahi’s raised eyebrows. “I mean, I know the basic phrases and stuff, and I try to at least get conversational in the language when I stay somewhere. But for the first few weeks, I’m stuck with English. At least my English has gotten really good!”

“I thought the French didn’t like speaking English.”

“Look who did his research.” Nishinoya grinned up at Asahi’s pink cheeks and gently rocked into his shoulder. “Yeah, they don’t love it. But Parisians are used to tourists, and as long as I lead with a ‘Bonjour’ or something, they don’t tend to mind too much.”

“Are you planning on staying in Paris?”

“Mm…nah, not really. Honestly, I was just going to stay for a week or two, but I decided to stay longer for your trip!”

“Really?!”

“Yeah!” Nishinoya shrugged. “Adjusting my trip by a week is nothing compared to having you here.”

“I…wow. That…that really means a lot, Noya, seriously.” The words didn’t feel like enough, didn’t properly convey the surprise and gratitude welling up in Asahi. But the smile Nishinoya gave him told him the meaning behind his words had reached him.

“Like I said, it was nothing. I’m just excited to share a piece of my life with you, y’know?” He finally came to a stop, and when Asahi stopped beside him, he looked up and found the iconic face of Notre Dame looming above them. His breath caught in his throat, the sight of an image he’d seen his whole life finally standing in front of him rendering him speechless. “Well?” he distantly heard Nishinoya ask, “What do you think?”

“I…I think I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” he murmured.

He heard Nishinoya let out a deep breath, the movement making their sleeves brush against each other for the briefest moment. “Yeah…me too.”

———————————— ————————————

Having a crush was different from feeling doomed. Asahi hadn’t understood that until the Tokyo training camp his third year, when he’d still thought his crush on Nishinoya was something that would just pass.

Then their first morning in Tokyo came, and Asahi had woken up to Nishinoya’s face looming over him with an impossibly sunny smile and a loud, “Wake up, Asahi-saaaaaan!”

And for a moment, for a small, sleep-addled moment, Asahi had thought he was still dreaming, and he could only smile drowsily back. Why else would he be waking up to Nishinoya’s smile, if it wasn’t a dream? It was only when he felt hands pushing him upright that he realized - oh. This was real. As real as the bemusement furrowing Nishinoya’s brows.

It didn’t happen again that week. One week couldn’t make him an early bird, but when he saw Nishinoya smiling down at him each morning, he didn’t make the same mistake. He knew he wasn’t dreaming - Nishinoya was real, and so was the heat in his cheeks and the pounding in his chest.

Now, laying in the apartment’s nice bed in the heart of Paris, Asahi wondered again if he was dreaming. His jet lag had made him wake up earlier and feeling more alert than he was used to, just in time to see the golden light of the sunrise begin to stream into the room, and he could hear Nishinoya humming loudly in the shower. He didn’t know it was possible to feel pleasantly sleepy, but that was the best way he could describe how he felt. Maybe jet lag wasn’t as bad as he’d always heard.

For the first time in…maybe ever, Asahi didn’t feel like drifting back to sleep. He actually rolled out of bed and began getting dressed instead of scrolling on his phone for an hour. When Nishinoya knocked on the door, his call of Asahi’s name was quickly choked off by Asahi himself opening the door, fully dressed and hair neatly tied back. “Woah. You’re awake!”

The genuine surprise in Nishinoya’s wide eyes made Asahi feel strangely bashful, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. “I guess the jet lag is kind of helping?”

“Just wait until you go back. It’s always worse going east.” Nishinoya was still toweling off his hair, and when he jerked his head towards the bathroom, Asahi couldn’t help noticing a drop of water trailing down his neck to soak into his shirt collar. “Bathroom’s yours.”

“Ah! G-great, thanks.” He didn’t let himself linger long enough to see if Nishinoya had noticed his wandering eyes.

Breakfast was a small sandwich with a shot of espresso, much less than Asahi was used to having in the morning, yet much more filling than he’d thought it would be. The espresso cup was as small as the tea cups back home, but the tiny handle threw a wrench in the way he held it, and Nishinoya was visibly biting back a smile at the way he struggled to maneuver the cup around. “Please don’t laugh at me.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“You didn’t have to.”

That made a snort escape Nishinoya, but he didn’t respond beyond making a show of the way he pinched the handle between his finger and thumb. Asahi tried to follow his example. It didn’t help much.

The espresso cup ended up being an omen for the next few days. Paris was beautiful, full of stunning art and architecture and fashion that made Asahi’s fingers itch for his sketchbook, but it also made him feel off-balance. His English was passable at best, his French was nonexistent, and the culture found him blushing more than once at the couples on the street.

He felt like he was back in high school, anxious and easily flustered and in quiet awe of Nishinoya’s easy confidence. Noya moved through the city as though he had been there for years, not a week or two, navigating the metro and asking for guidance in both basic French and incredible English. He could draw smiles and laughs from the locals with just a few sentences, and sometimes he would say something that would direct a smile at Asahi too, though the latter never understood why.

Nishinoya had been traveling for years now. It made sense that he could get adjusted to new countries and cultures and languages so easily. But that didn’t stop Asahi from feeling a strange mix of admiration and insecurity rise in him as days passed.

Still, though…for all of Asahi’s inexperience, Nishinoya never once made him feel like a burden, or like he was holding him back at all. He was determined to make this the best trip possible for Asahi, indulging his requests to see the typical tourist traps and letting him take his time at each one. Even if that meant spending a whole day at the Louvre, slowly winding their way through the palatial museum.

“I didn’t know you liked art,” Asahi remarked when they took a break on one of the benches.

“I…appreciate it. I don’t care about the paintings, honestly. But these…” He waved a hand at the sculptures that surrounded them, all smooth white marble that shone in the sunlight streaming in. “There’s something about sculptures…I dunno what it is.”

“It’s being in the same space as them.” Asahi’s gaze drifted over the sculptures, over the graceful limbs and the fingers that pressed into stone flesh, before they landed on Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss. Their arms encircled each other, Cupid’s fingers gentle on Psyche’s face as they gazed at each other. The tenderness in the piece made something bittersweet lodge in Asahi’s throat, and his voice came out as a murmur. “There’s a tactility to sculpture as an art form that makes it feel a little more real than paintings…at least for me.”

“Is that tactility why you went into fashion?”

His eyes jerked from the forms of Psyche and Cupid to find Nishinoya looking at him with the unflinching gaze that always made him feel uniquely exposed. “I…I guess. I never thought about it like that before, but…yeah, I guess that was part of it. There’s something about creating something that people wear and use on a daily basis, too. Art is always surrounding us because of fashion, no matter where we go. It’s kind of cool, being a part of something like that.”

“‘Kind of,’” Nishinoya echoed with a snort. “It’s really cool, Asahi-san. Seriously.”

The instinct to wave away the compliment was driven off by the genuine admiration shining from those brown eyes. “Thanks,” Asahi ended up laughing with a shy smile. “But I’m still a long ways away from anything I design being worn by anyone.”

“You’ll get there. I know you will.” Before Asahi could say anything, Nishinoya was standing and making his way to Cupid and Psyche. “Is there a story behind these two?”

There was, in fact, a story behind them, a story that Asahi happened to know and was happy to share. He had shared a number of stories during their time in the museum, because Nishinoya always noticed and asked about any pieces that caught Asahi’s eye. Art and mythology weren’t areas that Asahi thought Nishinoya would have any interest in, but that didn’t stop Nishinoya from being an attentive audience, eyes only ever leaving Asahi to peer at details that he pointed out in the pieces.

By the time they left the Louvre, the sun was just starting to set, and their stomachs were demanding a large meal to make up for missing lunch. Asahi tried to apologize for taking so long in the museum, but Nishinoya shrugged his apology off. “Nah, man, it was cool! Listening to you talk made it way more interesting.”

“Still—”

“This is your trip, Asahi-san. I want you to see and do everything you want in Paris! If that means endless museums, then we can visit endless museums!”

Asahi rolled his eyes, though he felt deeply touched by the sentiment. “There’s one more museum I really want to see, and then we can be done with them. No endless museums.” He let Nishinoya finish snickering before he continued, “I came to see you too, Noya. This is a trip for both of us.”

The amusement slid off of Nishinoya’s face, replaced by a startled happiness. “...Alright. But I’m still gonna get you to that other museum.”

For all Nishinoya’s grandstanding, the trip wasn’t all sightseeing. Paris was a big city, and sometimes they had no choice but to use the metro to get from one site to another. But whenever they could help it, they walked, chatting quietly as they wandered along the cobblestone streets and the banks of the Seine. Sometimes they planned their next few stops or the next day, and sometimes they just…caught up, talking about everything and nothing.

Those were the times that Nishinoya’s expertise shone. Any question that Asahi asked, Nishinoya seemed to have an answer, whether it was on the differences in architecture or city planning or the smaller pieces of arts that were sprinkled around the city. He was a far cry from the boy who could barely pass his finals.

“I like to do my research before I travel somewhere,” he said with a shrug when Asahi voiced his amazement. “The locals open up much more when you can show that you have an appreciation for their language and culture, even if you don’t speak the language super well.”

“This goes a little beyond ‘appreciation,’ don’t you think?”

Nishinoya’s sheepish smile was betrayed by the proud glimmer in his eyes. “Well…maybe I wanted to impress you a little, too.”

“Me?”

“Sure. You’re the first person outside of my family to travel with me. I wanted to make sure you had a good time.”

“But…Noya, I…” A shy laugh huffed out of Asahi. “It’s just me. You know I’m easy to please.”

“It’s because it’s you, Asahi-san.”

Every so often Nishinoya would say something like that, something that made Asahi’s heart jolt and eyes widen. But he said it so casually, already talking about the next topic by the time the words fully sank in for Asahi, leaving him no chance to try and clarify their meaning.

Not that he would’ve anyway. Asking for clarification would’ve felt too close to admitting that he still felt something more than friendship for Nishinoya, which he didn’t. He didn’t. He hadn’t since he’d graduated high school, and he certainly wasn’t going to rekindle those feelings now.

Nishinoya did eventually end up leading them to the other museum on Asahi’s wishlist, despite his insistence that they didn’t need to go. It was the Palais Galliera, the most important fashion museum in Paris, a hefty title to bear in one of the fashion capitals of the world.

“Here’s what we can do,” Nishinoya proposed on their walk to the museum. “I want you to enjoy yourself and take as much time as you want in there, but I know if I go with you, you’ll be worrying about me getting bored.”

“Because you would get bored.”

Nishinoya shrugged at Asahi’s raised brows. “Yeah, well…that’s why I was thinking that while you get your inspiration on, I could go and get us some groceries and plan some more ‘local’ activities for us to do. Deal?”

It wasn’t a bad plan. They’d decided to take advantage of their apartment’s tiny kitchen to try and cut down on their food costs, treating themselves to simple breakfasts and dinners that were the closest approximations to Japanese cooking that they could manage in Paris. They still ate out the majority of their lunches and dinners, but it still made a difference.

Asahi had no doubt that Nishinoya would prefer hunting down illusive ingredients across grocers and markets over being cooped up in a museum, but there was that stubborn guilt pricking at him. He fiddled with the strap of his messenger bag as he thought, the weight of his sketchbook and pencils comforting on his shoulder, before he sighed in acceptance. “Alright. But I’m paying you back for half the groceries, and you plan stuff that you want to do. Don’t just plan around what you think I’d enjoy. This trip—”

”—is for both of us,” Nishinoya finished with a crooked grin. “Let me pay for the groceries and you pay for lunch. Then we’ve got a deal.”

He held out his hand as if they were actually making a business deal, and as Asahi took it, he couldn’t help letting out a small laugh. “Deal.”

Nishinoya was right, of course. Asahi would’ve preferred having his company, but by himself, he was able to take his time in each exhibit, pencil moving over the pages of his sketchbook the entire time. He worked entirely in shades of black and grey as he walked through an exhibit, and pulled out his colored pencils when he found an empty bench to work at. He didn’t realize how much time had passed until he received a text from Nishinoya announcing that the groceries were in the apartment, along with the address of a restaurant they could meet at nearby.

It was easy enough to find Nishinoya sitting at a table on the restaurant’s terrace, and when Asahi plopped into the seat across from him, he assumed his raised brows were because he still had his sketchbook out. But instead Nishinoya said, “The man bun’s back!”

“Huh?” Asahi’s hand automatically reached to touch the haphazard bun he’d swept his hair into. “Oh, yeah, it keeps my hair out of my face when I’m working. Does it look bad?” He hadn’t checked a mirror, so it wasn’t hard to imagine how messy it may have looked.

He didn’t expect the smile that crept across Nishinoya’s face. “Nah, not at all. It just takes me back to high school.”

“In…a good way?”

“Always.”

Asahi didn’t know what to say to that. His eyes just widened, and his fingers started fiddling with his sketchbook, reminding him of the unfinished sketches he still had. The reminder was a relief in a way, something to pull his mind away from the sudden bout of shyness he felt. “Oh, would it be rude for me to keep working on these in a restaurant?”

Nishinoya’s fond smile suddenly sharpened into one that reminded Asahi of the way he looked before games in high school. “I’d like to see anyone try to say something.”

Which was how Asahi spent the first part of lunch hunched over his sketchbook, balancing it precariously on his lap while his coloring pencils were spread on the table. He worked quickly, sketching out ideas and scratching color samples next to the sketches to save time, but he was still scrambling to clear away his pencils when the waitress brought their food.

After a week in Paris, he was used to the waiters being spare with their words, with only a few being receptive to Nishinoya’s attempts at starting conversations and getting recommendations. So when this waitress gasped, “Wow!”, Asahi couldn’t stop himself from jumping a little in his seat.

The waitress didn’t seem to notice, her attention fixed on his sketchbook where he had set it on the table. It took a moment before she looked up at Asahi and said something in French.

“I…um…”

“English?”

“A little.”

She smiled in understanding, then said, “Did you draw these?”

“Ah, yes.”

“You are a designer?” Her English was easy to understand despite her accent, but somehow that just made Asahi feel more nervous with his own English.

“I…I am trying to be.”

“You are very good!”

“Thank you.”

She flashed another warm smile before she walked away, and Asahi practically wilted over his bag as he finished packing his pencils…only for him to stiffen in suspicion at Nishinoya’s snort of laughter. “What?”

“She was flirting with you.”

“What?! No, she wasn’t!”

Nishinoya rolled his eyes. “Parisians don’t just strike up conversation with people, not like that. Not unless they’re interested in them.”

“She…she was just being nice!”

The laugh that escaped Nishinoya wasn’t mean-spirited. If anything, he sounded bewildered by his response, though Asahi couldn’t understand why. “How does anyone flirt with you?”

“They, uh…they don’t.”

Nishinoya’s eyebrows raised at that, before a small smile tugged at his lips and his eyes narrowed just enough to make Asahi feel like he’d said the wrong thing. “Nah, they do. You just can’t tell.”

“You sound like Suga,” Asahi scoffed, a little too focused on sliding his sketchbook into his bag.

“Which means I’m right.” Nishinoya met Asahi’s frown with a knowing smile. “You told me yourself, you’ve been so focused on work that you don’t really get out as much.”

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Dropping everything to come to Paris is different from going out on the town for a night. And besides,” Nishinoya’s eyes dropped to Asahi’s bag, “you haven’t exactly left work behind.”

Asahi couldn’t really say anything to defend himself. Without his sketchbook out, his fingers could only fiddle with his wine glass, and he took a sip just to distract himself from the probing gaze on him.

“When was your last relationship, Asahi-san?”

The question shouldn’t have startled him, coming from Nishinoya, but Asahi still barely kept himself from choking on his wine. “Huh?”

“Sorry,” Nishinoya laughed, sounding almost nervous. “You don’t have to answer that.”

“No, it’s just…why do you ask?”

“I just kinda realized you never mentioned anyone to me. Not since we got back in touch.”

“Because there hasn’t been anyone.” He expected to feel a pang of embarrassment or the burn of shame that usually came any time he was forced to discuss his love life, or lack thereof.

Neither came. Something about the steadiness in Nishinoya’s warm eyes made him lift his chin as he spoke, though the words still stalled on his lips. “Dating these days…it feels more like job hunting than finding someone I really enjoy spending time with. It’s just hard for me to genuinely like someone enough to want to date them.”

“How many times have you felt that strongly for someone?”

Asahi shrugged. “There was almost someone last year, but we wanted different things”— charming Sanada, with chestnut hair and a bright smile and smooth words that made Asahi feel more attractive than he’d ever felt before —“there was one in college”— sweet Makoto, Asahi’s first and last real relationship, someone he could’ve seen a future with if the future hadn’t come so fast —“and then high school, but that was just a crush.”

Nishinoya suddenly straightened. “High school?”

“Ah. Yeah.” Shit.

“Who did you like in high school? Kiyoko-san?”

Asahi snorted. “No. She was gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, but no. My being gay kept that from happening.”

“Oh, true. Who, then?”

He didn’t know why he felt so embarrassed over it. High school was ages ago, and Nishinoya wasn’t the sort of person to hold anything from then against him.

Still, his fingers found their way back to his glass, making the dark wine swirl with his fiddling. His cheeks warmed, until they were so hot he wondered if they matched his drink. “Um…you.”

Nishinoya stilled, his eyes widening and making Asahi remember the quiet focus he only ever had on the court. “…Me?”

“Yeah.”

“Me?!”

“…Yes?”

Energy began to creep out of Nishinoya, from his fingers grabbing at his hair and his leg jiggling under the table. Asahi could tell that if they weren’t sitting at a restaurant, he would’ve been running from the nervous energy crawling through him. “Why didn’t— you— why didn’t you say anything?!”

“To you? Co-president of Shimizu’s fan club? And risk making things awkward on the team?”

“That was— I just—” Nishinoya waved at the air. “Suga-san and Daichi-san made it work! And the Kiyoko-san thing…that was more moral support for Ryuu than anything. I would’ve leapt at the chance to date you, are you kidding?!”

He looked so earnest, so genuinely shocked by the news and disappointed by the missed opportunity. Something warm kindled in Asahi’s chest, and a nervous laugh bubbled out of him. “I didn’t even know you were bi back then.”

“That’s—! That’s…yeah, that’s fair.” Just like that, Nishinoya stilled again, his eyes looking distant. Asahi could’ve sworn he could see his belated confession fully sink in, until Nishinoya huffed a deep sigh and ran his fingers through his hair one last time. “Damn. Our ace had a crush on me. Future star designer Asahi Azumane had a crush on me.”

Asahi had expected him to be surprised and maybe laugh off the news, not…whatever this was. The warmth that had started in his chest was rising, creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks, and to his continued surprise, he could see a matching flush on Nishinoya’s cheeks. “It’s not…I wasn’t that big a deal. You were the Guardian Deity, is it so strange that I had a crush on you?”

“Not strange, just…wow.” A small smile finally tugged at Nishinoya’s lips, the sight making relief wash over Asahi. “The Guardian Deity and Karasuno’s ace. What a pair, huh?”

“Who would’ve guessed we’d be in Paris together?”

Nishinoya let out a delighted laugh, and just like that, the tension that had swelled between them popped like a balloon.

But something lingered. That conversation had changed something between them, and while Asahi couldn’t find the words for it, he could still feel the difference, like everything in their relationship had shifted just a little off-kilter. Not uncomfortable, not bad, just…different.

He could especially feel it later that day when they walked along the Seine, the banks of the river rising around them to let them feel like they were somehow separate from the rest of the city. There were always couples sitting along the water, but Asahi never paid them any mind. He didn’t feel the same bittersweet loneliness that he was used to feeling when he saw couples back home. It was impossible to feel lonely when Nishinoya was at his side, laughing at his quiet jokes and watching him with that focused gaze. Something about those eyes made Asahi feel like he was the only person in the world to Nishinoya, making him feel both deeply flattered and uniquely exposed. After his lunchtime confession, Asahi could feel something else in Nishinoya’s focus, something that he couldn’t find a name for.

“Where are we headed now?” he asked, trying to keep his apprehension out of his voice. “This isn’t the way back to the apartment.”

“Hey, look at you, already learning the city!” The grin Nishinoya shot him didn’t make him feel any less nervous.

“Not well enough to know where we’re going.”

Nishinoya rolled his eyes when he realized Asahi was lagging behind him, before he hooked their arms together and forced him to match his speed. “If you could get out of your head and take a look around, maybe you can figure it out.”

Rude. But Asahi followed the advice, letting Nishinoya cart him along while he looked around at the buildings looming over the riverbanks. That’s when he noticed one building in particular that seemed to be getting larger with every step they took.

“Are we going to the Eiffel Tower?”

“Yep!”

“But…why?”

Nishinoya raised a brow at him. “You’re in Paris and you don’t want to see the Eiffel Tower?”

“I do, but…we’ve been seeing the Eiffel Tower. We can see it everywhere we’ve been going.” He didn’t know how it was possible, but it seemed like some part of the iconic tower was visible no matter where in the city they went, even if it was just a distant view of its top.

“Okay, fair,” Nishionya laughed, “but there’s a light show that happens every night, and we haven’t stopped to really take it in yet, so…figured the light show was as good a time as any to do that.”

Nishinoya used “we,” but Asahi couldn’t shake the feeling that they were going to see the light show for his sake. Nishinoya wasn’t really one for seeking out the typical tourist traps, but in the time that Asahi had been there, they’d been to one almost every night. The thought made guilt start to rise bitter in his throat for the umpteenth time that trip. “Noya, do you want to see it?”

The sigh that left Nishinoya told Asahi that he could detect the guilt behind the question. “Yes, Asahi-san. I want to see it, and I want to see you see it. I like seeing the city through your eyes.” He squeezed the arm that was hooked with his and met Asahi’s eyes, and with that alone, Asahi knew there was no space for questions. They were seeing the lights of the Eiffel Tower.

The sun had begun to set as they walked, and by the time Nishinoya steered them to a staircase that took them back to street level, night had fallen over the city. The Eiffel Tower was glowing, and even though it had been a constant companion throughout the trip, Asahi could still feel his breath catch at the sight of it towering over them, lit up so bright his eyes stung. Or maybe that was the threat of tears.

“Asahi-san.” His eyes jerked away from the tower to find Nishinoya watching with a small smile. “C’mon, let’s get out of the way of the stairs.”

“Ah, yeah, sorry.” That smile tilted down a bit, enough for Asahi to catch himself. “Or…not sorry?”

Nishinoya just snorted and led them down the wall that blocked off the river banks below. He didn’t seem to have any intention of unhooking their arms, and Asahi didn’t, either. It felt natural to be this close to him, arms looped together and shoulders brushing with every step.

“Here,” Nishinoya eventually announced. “How’s this view?”

There were still some people milling around them, but it wasn’t nearly as crowded as the pseudo-festival area at the base of the tower, and they could see the full spread of lights without anything getting in the way of their view. “It’s perfect.”

“Good.” Asahi didn’t need to look at him to know he was smiling, and he could feel a smile spreading across his own face. How could he not smile? For all his anxiety and overthinking, he was still here, in Paris, with one of his oldest and best friends, looking up at one of the most iconic buildings in the world.

And then the lights started flickering, a series of bulbs blinking up and down the entire tower. It was glittering, sparkling, the lights creating a dance that was almost a visual siren’s call. Without realizing what he was doing, Asahi moved forward, and he distantly noticed Nishinoya’s arm falling from his as he leaned against the wall.

He didn’t know how long he stood there, gazing up at the light show and unable to look at anything else. The world felt like it was just him, the glittering tower, and the warm presence of Nishinoya at his side. Eventually, the blinking bulbs slowed, going from glittering to slow flashes, and then, finally, stilling completely. Only then did Asahi realize his view of the lights was blurry from tears.

His hands shot up to wipe at his eyes, and he could hear a soft laugh escape Nishinoya. “Did you like the show?”

“Clearly,” Asahi murmured with a wavering chuckle. “It was beautiful.”

“Yeah…it was.” Asahi lowered his hands and found Nishinoya watching him with a small smile again.

They’d just watched one of the most iconic buildings in the world light up in a stunning light show, and yet…looking at Nishinoya now, Asahi felt like he was looking at a work of art. Something about the way the lights softened the curves of his face reminded him of the sculpture of Cupid and Psyche, of the lovers’ tenderness that had left something aching in him.

He didn’t ache now. There was something else blooming in his chest as he watched a few blonde hairs touch Nishinoya’s eyelashes and make him blink rapidly with a confused frown, and before he could stop himself, Asahi was reaching out to brush the stray strands out of his eyes.

Nishinoya’s eyes widened just as Asahi’s fingers froze, barely grazing the tip of his ear. “Sorry!” Asahi gasped, jerking his hand back. “Your hair was just— you looked uncomfortable, so I— sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize. I appreciated it.” Nishinoya’s smile was reassuring, and there was something extra in the warmth of his eyes that made something in Asahi’s gut jolt.

Despite Nishinoya’s reassurance, Asahi could feel a strange energy buzzing through him as they walked back to the apartment, and he thought it was buzzing in the air between them too, but he couldn’t be sure. He didn’t feel sure of anything - ever since lunch, he’d felt slightly off-balance, like he was trapped in the moment of panic when he missed a step on a staircase. Except this felt better, somehow.

It didn’t make sense. He didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense.

———————————— ————————————

The next day marked one week since Asahi had landed in Paris, which meant it was time for them to leave tourist mode and enter Nishinoya Mode.

“I can’t believe you guys laughed at me for ‘Rolling Thunder’ when that is the sort of name you can think of,” Nishinoya scoffed.

“What? We’re gonna be living more like how you usually do, right? So…Nishinoya Mode.” He was partially joking - it was surprisingly fun to tease Nishinoya.

“You’re so lame, Asahi-san.” His words didn’t sting, not when they were accompanied by such a sunny smile.

Nishinoya Mode wasn’t as exciting as the name may have suggested. Instead of hunting down a tourist site and seeing iconic landmarks, their days were filled with errands and wandering around the city, occasionally splitting up for Nishinoya to look into gigs and Asahi to start to catch up on work. At night, they did still look for new places, though now those places were restaurants and bars, not once-in-a-lifetime sights.

On the third night of Nishinoya mode, he managed to convince Asahi to sit right at the bar, chatting easily with the bartender, who looked at Asahi’s red ears with clear amusement.

“She’s saying we might need something stronger than beer to loosen you up,” Nishinoya murmured with a grin.

“I thought beer was this place’s specialty?”

“It is. That’s how you know you look tense.”

Asahi frowned at the clear fun Nishinoya was having with teasing him, though he couldn’t begrudge him, not really. “I can’t believe you’re ganging up on me with the bartender.”

A delighted laugh barked out of Nishinoya, before he said something to the bartender in a mix of English and French. Whatever he said made a similar laugh burst from the bartender, and she replied with two glasses of beer and a gesture at Asahi.

“She said not to worry, it just means we’ll be good business for them…or something like that, I’m not sure.”

Asahi chanced a look at the bartender, and found her waiting for him with a smile and a wink before she moved on to the next customer. “...Ah.”

“You’re gonna make half the waitstaff of Paris fall for you at this rate,” Nishinoya scoffed. He didn’t mean to be mean, Asahi knew him better than that, but it was still startling to see the bitterness lining his smile, along with…was that jealousy? No. It couldn’t be.

“Who knew an anxious grown man would be such a hit?”

That made a genuine chuckle leave Nishinoya, melting away the harsh lines on his face. “You’d be surprised.”

The bartender was quick to realize Asahi didn’t return her interest, but she was still friendly and generous with the beer. There was a reason the beer was the bar’s specialty - it was surprisingly refreshing, and went down smooth, without leaving behind as much bitterness as Asahi was used to.

Time seemed to melt away as they sipped at the beer and chatted, somehow still not running out of things to talk about after over a week together. The few times the bartender chatted with them, she taught them a random French vocab word or two. Maybe it was because of the beer, but Asahi’s embarrassment over his butchered pronunciation felt worth it to hear Nishinoya’s giggles.

They didn’t realize how much beer they’d had, nor how late it was, until Asahi glanced at his watch and was met with wavering numbers. “Noya,” he murmured, getting his attention with a clumsy hand on his shoulder, “Noya, we should go. It’s late.”

The beginning of a pout started forming on Nishinoya’s lips, before he caught sight of Asahi’s watch and his face changed to surprise. “Oh! Shit, yeah, let’s go. I think they’re closing soon.”

Asahi slid out of his stool first, and was pushing it in when he heard a cry from behind him. He turned just as Nishinoya began to fall, and his hands managed to shoot out and catch him before he hit the floor.

“Holy shit.” The words left Nishinoya on a gasp as he clung to Asahi, staring wide-eyed at the stool.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, my foot just got stuck on—” Nishinoya’s eyes left the stool to look up at him, and Asahi suddenly realized how close their faces were.

Time seemed to slow for a breath, as he became aware of everything at once: his arms secure around Nishinoya, the hands holding his shoulders, the brush of their chests against each other with each breath, the rosiness of Nishinoya’s cheeks, the slight sheen of sweat over his face that made him look like he was glowing in the bar lights, and his lips…his lips were still parted from his gasp, looking as soft as Asahi had always imagined.

And he realized, in a flash of clarity, that he wanted to kiss him. He wanted to kiss Nishinoya so badly, he thought he could pass out from it. It would be so easy. There were only a few centimeters between them, it would be nothing to close that space, if he just—

“Asahi?”

The soft voice was all he needed to come back to himself with a jolt. “Ah! God, sorry, I don’t— I just—” He lingered just long enough to make sure Nishinoya was stable on his feet, before he pulled away. “Sorry, just…the beers, and…sorry.”

“Why’re you apologizing?”

“Because—” What could he say? How could he explain himself? How was he supposed to admit that his past high school crush turned out to be very current, that he wanted to kiss Nishinoya and…and more?

He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. His stupid feelings weren’t worth ruining the trip.

But that just meant he couldn’t say anything at all. He just stood there, hands hanging at his sides and grasping at nothing, face so warm he thought he might catch on fire.

“Asahi-san?”

“Nothing,” he finally choked out. “It’s nothing. Just…the beer messing with me.”

Nishinoya looked confused and worried and…almost disappointed, though Asahi wasn’t sure if his own wishful thinking was making him see that. “Are…are you okay?”

“Yeah, just…ready to head back.”

“Okay.”

That was it. No questions, no prying. Just Nishinoya paying for their drinks and batting away Asahi’s hand when he tried to pitch in.

A silence fell between them as they left the bar and made their way back to the Seine, their steps sounding unusually loud on the stairs down to the bank. As uncomfortable as the silence was, Asahi preferred it to the conversation he’d thought they would be having.

He should’ve known Nishinoya wouldn’t leave his behavior unaddressed.

“Asahi-san.”

“I’m okay, honestly.”

“That’s not what I want to ask.”

“Noya, please—”

“Asahi.”

There it was again. He’d thought he’d imagined it when Nishinoya said it before, but now he knew he’d heard it right: his name, just his name, no suffix attached. His name, pure and simple, said with a soft concern and entreaty that sounded foreign coming from Nishinoya.

A helpless laugh escaped him. “Now? You’re dropping ‘-san’ now? When we’re fighting?”

“We’re not fighting.”

He shot a look of disbelief to his side…only to find it empty. He had to look over his shoulder to see that Nishinoya had stopped and was staring hard at him. Those brown eyes, usually so warm and open and excited, were now filled with that strange look that Asahi noticed every now and again, though he could never figure out what it was. “...Noya?”

“We’re not fighting,” Nishinoya repeated, voice firm. “I’m trying to ask you a question, and you won’t let me.”

Asahi’s shoulders sagged. Nishinoya was right, but that just filled him with dread. “Because I’m scared of what you’ll ask.”

“Don’t run from me, Asahi. Not again.”

You ran first. You left for Europe. But no amount of anxiety or beer would make those words come to his lips. The only words he could muster were, “Ask, then.”

“Were you going to kiss me?”

Blood rushed to his face, making his cheeks burn and his ears ring. “Noya—”

“It’s a yes or no question. Were you going to kiss me?”

He could lie. It would be the easiest thing to lie, to say “No” and leave it at that. But he knew Nishinoya, knew any lie he told would be caught and strain the trust between them. And even if he could get away with it, the look on Nishinoya’s face made him feel so…helpless. So incapable of hiding from him.

So he told the truth. He sucked in the deepest breath he could, and exhaled a soft, “Yes.”

Nishinoya’s eyes widened, and he was silent for a moment. Asahi could almost see the instant his answer had fully sunken in, before Nishinoya nodded slowly and asked, “Why didn’t you?”

“Because I was scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of scaring you away.” Nishinoya didn’t say anything, didn’t move at all, and that was all Asahi needed to know he wasn’t satisfied with that answer. “...Of you not feeling the same way. Of me crossing a line.”

“You could’ve asked.”

“I was scared of what you’d say.”

“Thought you were past letting your fear stop you.”

“Not with this. Not with you.”

Nishinoya’s face softened at that, and he finally stepped closer to Asahi. Just those few steps were enough to make Asahi’s breaths come easier. “Ask me now.”

“Ask you what?”

“Ask to kiss me.”

All his lovesick teenage daydreams hadn’t prepared him for this, for Nishinoya standing in front of him on the banks of the Seine, golden under the lights of Paris, speaking words Asahi had never dreamed he would actually say to him. He didn’t know if he could breathe, much less speak, but he managed to find his voice lodged somewhere next to his pounding heart. “Noya—”

“Yu.”

“Yu,” he breathed, voice trembling, “can…can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

One word shouldn’t have been able to nearly bowl him over. It took everything in him to keep speaking. “Do you want me to?”

“Asahi.” Nishinoya’s fingers were cold against his face as they brushed a stray lock of hair behind his ear, but it felt like they left a trail of sparks in their wake. Then Nishinoya’s hand was resting on his cheek, and Asahi thought his face would burst into flames. “Kiss me.”

There it was again, that strange look in his eyes. Except now Asahi understood: it was a mix of longing and desire and fondness, all settling into the quiet focus he’d only ever seen from Nishinoya on the court.

And just like on the court, it pushed Asahi into action. His hands came up to cradle Nishinoya’s face, thumbs brushing over the smooth curve of his cheekbones the way he’d always imagined. Then he was leaning in, eyes fluttering closed as he felt Nishinoya’s breath ghost over his skin…only for him to stop when their foreheads leaned against each other. “Are you sure, Yu?”

“Asahi.”

“I can’t…I can’t go back to how we’ve been if we do this.”

“I don’t want us to.”

That was the final push he needed.

The first brush of their lips made him gasp, sending a feeling like electricity prickling through him. The second brush turned into a proper kiss, their lips fitting together with a soft warmth that made him melt with each press.

He was out of practice, and he was sure it showed, but for once, he didn’t care. How could he care, when Nishinoya was kissing him with such tenderness? How could he care, when the feeling of Nishinoya’s tongue gently licking into his mouth was making him feel dizzy with happiness?

He could sense Nishinoya holding back, could feel it as vividly as he could feel the fingers stroking up the back of his neck and into his hair. A part of him was grateful for it - he wanted to relish this first kiss, use the slow pace to properly soak in the sound of the soft groans escaping Nishinoya’s throat and how he felt curved against him, his body somehow still just as strong and lean as it was in high school.

But a different part of him, a part that liked to take control after a few drinks, didn’t want Nishinoya to hold back. He’d already wasted so much time holding back, and now he wanted everything, wanted Nishinoya to pour all his passion and want and focus into him.

He didn’t mean to act on that. He didn’t expect himself to nip at Nishinoya’s lips and pull a surprised grunt from him. Not that he regretted it, not when Nishinoya’s response was to lightly tug at his hair and trace his tongue along his lip.

“Asahi-san,” he distantly heard, “Asahi.”

“Hm?” He felt drowsy as his eyes blinked open, and he could see that mirrored in Nishinoya’s heavy gaze.

“I want you.”

Just like that, desire socked Asahi in the stomach, stealing his breath and making his blood flow red hot. It was all he could do to breathe, “Me, too,” but it was enough. Nishinoya’s eyes, already so warm, looked like they could make sparks fly as his fingers trailed from Asahi’s hair to wrap in the front of his shirt. “I mean I want all of you, Asahi.”

“I know,” Asahi huffed with a soft laugh, “Me, too. I’m all yours, Yu.”

A quiet growl rose from Nishinoya’s throat before he brushed a kiss to Asahi’s lips. “Let’s get back to the flat before I jump you in the street.”

————

Nishinoya managed to behave himself on the walk back to the apartment, settling for tangling his fingers between Asahi’s and letting his thumb trace patterns on the back of his hand. But the moment the apartment’s door closed behind them, Asahi found himself being pressed against it, hungry lips covering his own and chilly hands stealing under his shirt. He didn’t have the chance to feel self-conscious about his figure, which had softened considerably since he stopped playing volleyball. He was too busy trying to keep up with the tongue licking into his mouth and the fingers making his muscles jump with their touches.

“Yu,” he gasped when he managed to pull away, “Yu, wait for me.”

“Can’t,” Nishinoya groaned, already pressing kisses down Asahi’s neck. He could feel teeth scrape lightly at his skin, right where his pulse was jumping, and a moan escaped him before he could bite it back. “Sure you want me to slow down?” Nishinoya’s words were colored by a laugh, and it was all Asahi could do to nudge him away.

“I want to enjoy this.” Asahi punctuated his words with a kiss, just in time to feel the way they made Nishinoya’s breath hitch. “I want to enjoy you. I don’t wanna rush.”

“Okay…okay.” Nishinoya kissed him slow and tender, his focus now switched from frantic urgency to licking deep into Asahi’s mouth and carefully tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. It was both exactly what Asahi wanted and a little too much, desire spreading warm and sticky through him. He was glad, now, for the way Nishinoya still worked urgently at his clothes. Every brush of his fingers against his skin made his pulse leap and made him work a little faster at Nishinoya’s clothes in return as they clumsily made their way to the bedroom.

By the time Asahi fell onto the edge of the bed, they were both shirtless and Asahi’s pants were practically falling off his hips. With every bit of skin that he exposed, Nishinoya had groaned and brushed either lips or hands against the new expanse, until Asahi’s cock was straining at the thin material of his boxers.

“Fuck,” Nishinoya breathed against Asahi’s ear when he traced the curved outline through the fabric, “you’re so hot, Asahi. Wanna swallow you whole.”

The feeling of those fingers against him combined with those words dragged a ragged groan from Asahi, his breath beading against Nishinoya’s neck. He couldn’t form words. He just wanted, and wanted everything. He wanted to pull Nishinoya into his lap from where he stood between his legs, wanted to feel all of his weight against his body. He wanted to continue sucking marks into the lines of Nishinoya’s collarbones, lick at his dusky nipples, stroke his fingers through the downy hair of his thighs, trace the lines of his lean muscles and bite the curve of his ass. He wanted to learn every part of his body until he could perfectly imagine the way he felt in his hands when he was alone again.

But first, there were hands coaxing his face back and fingers trailing along the sides of his glasses. He could see Nishinoya consider sliding them off, and his hands covered his wandering fingers, making them still against his face. “Leave them,” he murmured, “I want to see you.”

Nishinoya’s eyes widened, and he practically whimpered, “How do you keep saying the most romantic things?”

“Does it help if I tell you I don’t know how I’m saying them either?”

“Not really,” Nishinoya laughed, “but it is flattering.” He brushed a sweet kiss to Asahi’s lips before whispering, “What do you want to see me do?”

Ideas flooded Asahi’s mind, but it was hard to focus on any specific one when Nishinoya was pressing his lips and teeth down his neck. “Anything. Everything.”

“Gotta be more specific.”

Fingers stroked down his body to run along the outline of his cock again, making his hips and breath stutter. A single idea finally settled in his mind. “What was that about swallowing me whole?”

A huff of air hit his throat, and when Nishinoya pulled away, Asahi could see mirth glittering in those brown eyes. “That’s more like it.”

Now that he knew what Asahi wanted, Nishinoya moved as though all urgency had left him. He was slow as he moved down Asahi’s body, pressing slow, languid kisses to his skin and lingering at any spot that made him jerk or moan. Teeth pressed against his collarbone, a tongue curled around his nipples, nails drew a line down his spine, and fingers lingered at his waistband. A shuddering breath shook out of Asahi when Nishinoya met his eyes and flashed a smirk before hooking his fingers into the fabric.

Anticipation and lust were clouding his head, making him feel strangely weak as he lifted his hips for Nishinoya to slide his pants and underwear down his legs. He didn’t know if the feeling of his cock being freed made that fogginess better or worse. But as he watched Nishinoya kneel between his legs and take his cock in his hand with a careful reverence, Asahi felt like he was in a dream. He had to reach out and let his fingers stroke into Nishinoya’s hair before he could feel sure this was real, that this incredible, fierce man was gazing up at him from beneath his lashes.

“You with me, Asahi?” The quiet words sent the lightest gust of air over the head of his dick, and Asahi could feel his breath stall in his chest for a moment before he could answer.

“Yes. Always.”

Those dark eyes softened, and Nishinoya pressed a sweet kiss to Asahi’s thigh, before he parted his lips and licked a long, firm stripe up his cock.

A moan escaped Asahi before he could slap his free hand over his mouth. The movement made Nishinoya’s eyes flicker up at him as he continued to tease him, letting his breath huff over the crown of Asahi’s dick only to go back to licking and kiss up and down his shaft. It felt good, of course it did, but it also made Asahi get even harder, until the only thing he could think about was how badly he needed more: more pressure, more suction, more something.

“Noya…” he finally pleaded, his hand leaving his mouth to clutch at the sheets, “Yu, please, I need…I—”

“Then let me hear you,” Nishinoya ordered quietly. His hand fell on Asahi’s, pressing it a little more firmly into the bed as though he wanted to make sure he couldn’t cover his mouth again. “I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.”

“But the neighbors—”

“—have heard worse.” The smirk on his face was almost wicked as he held Asahi’s gaze and brushed another kiss to his aching length. “Forget about them. Focus on me.”

He already was focused on him. He was practically putty in Nishinoya’s hands after all of his kissing and caressing. But he couldn’t muster the air or words to say that. It was all he could do to nod desperately and breathe, “I am, please— ah!”

As soon as he agreed, Nishinoya closed his lips around Asahi’s tip and sank down. It took everything in him to keep himself from thrusting further into Nishinoya’s mouth. After all of his teasing, the warm, wet suction of his mouth made Asahi feel like he was drowning in bliss. His hands tightened, one in the bedsheets, the other in Nishinoya’s hair, and the groan it pulled from Nishinoya created delicious vibrations around Asahi.

He knew Nishinoya wanted to hear him, wanted to hear the pleasure he was bringing him, but Asahi could barely get enough air to breathe. His mouth hung open, desperately gasping for air, only for it to escape him on a groan when Nishinoya curled his tongue around him and gently cupped his balls. It didn’t make sense, how such a soft touch could make electricity zip through him, but just the swipe of Nishinoya’s thumb over the thin skin was enough to make his muscles seize up from pleasure.

At some point he couldn’t keep sitting up, his body sagging back until he was being held up by his elbows. He felt a hum vibrate through him, before the sweet suction was replaced by a firm hand sliding effortlessly over his wet length. Nishinoya’s mouth stayed busy, pressing messy kisses to his hip, then up his stomach, until his lips could close around one of Asahi’s nipples. The combination of the pressure on his cock and the tongue flicking around his nipple made Asahi’s head fall back with a guttural moan, and then there were lips mouthing wet o’s along his jaw, tracing a path to his ear.

“That’s it,” Nishinoya whispered, his hot breath sending shudders down Asahi’s spine. “I got you.”

“Yu,” Asahi whined, “Yu, I— you’re—” His words got lost in another moan, and he distantly noticed the soft groan that escaped Nishinoya. He’d known that the other man was enjoying reducing him to a shaking, moaning mess, but it was one thing to know that, and another to hear it.

Satisfaction flashed hot through him, only to be quickly followed by pure need when Nishinoya said, “Tell me when you’re close. I want to taste you.”

It was as if he’d summoned his orgasm. The moment he whispered those words, Asahi could feel a pressure building, threatening to pop if Nishinoya kept up his work.

“Now,” he was just barely able to gasp. His orgasm washed over him without much more warning, but Nishinoya worked faster, kneeling back down and sealing his lips over Asahi’s cock just in time to catch the first spurts.

Maybe Asahi was groaning, maybe his mouth was hanging open in a silent moan - he couldn’t hear himself over the blood rushing in his ears, and he didn’t care. His whole world was narrowed down to the feeling of Nishinoya sucking him dry, lips and tongue and hand working at him until oversensitivity made him gently push Nishinoya away.

His eyelids felt heavy when he blinked them open and met Nishinoya’s gaze. He looked like sex incarnate, kneeling between his legs, licking at his lips, eyes glittering in the golden light that snuck in between the blinds. He pressed a soothing kiss to the inside of Asahi’s knee, and rested his cheek there when he murmured, “How are you feeling?”

How did he feel? He felt like every muscle and fiber of his being had been replaced with molten gold, making him feel heavy and fluid at once. He felt like he’d never felt that good before, and would never feel that good again. He felt…he felt… “I feel like I need you to kiss me.”

Nishinoya moved like he couldn’t scramble up his body fast enough, one knee sinking into the bed outside of Asahi’s hips in his rush to press their lips together. Asahi responded with just as much urgency, mouth immediately opening under Nishinoya’s as his fingers stroked into his short strands. He moaned at the taste of himself on his tongue - it was strange, but addicting, making him chase the taste as he licked into Nishinoya’s mouth.

Nishinoya was whimpering into him, short, desperate sounds escaping him with each kiss, and he kept pressing forward, pressing closer, until he was straddling Asahi’s lap. The position made his still-erect dick brush Asahi’s stomach, and reminded him that it was his turn to get to work. He gently nudged Nishinoya’s face away, and the sight of his eyes blearily blinking open to look confused at him made fondness chase away the post-orgasmic haze that had fallen over him. “Get naked and come here.”

Nishinoya was suddenly much more alert, almost falling off of his lap in his haste to shove off the rest of his clothes while Asahi kicked off the fabric at his feet and pushed himself up the bed. His body still felt weak, but the sight of Nishinoya’s cock springing out of his boxers, so hard it looked almost painful, brought his focus back to him. He stacked some pillows behind his head until it was propped up when he laid back, and he could watch as Nishinoya crawled up his body until he was straddling his hips. “How’s this?”

Asahi shook his head, a smile threatening at his lips. “Come closer.”

Nishinoya’s brows furrowed, but he obeyed, letting Asahi’s hold on his hand coax him further and further up. Only when he was kneeling over Asahi’s chest with his knees practically tucked under his arms did his eyes widen with understanding. “Oh.”

The only thing keeping the tip of his cock from brushing Asahi’s lips was the deliberate way Nishinoya tilted his hips back, but that was the opposite of what Asahi wanted. His hand left Nishinoya’s to curve around his waist and nudge his hips forward, while he licked his other hand and wrapped it around the stiff length bobbing in his face. That alone was enough to pull a shaky groan from Nishinoya, one hand bracing himself against the headrest and the other sinking fingers into Asahi’s hair. “Asahi…Asahi, are you sure?”

It was sweet, the way his concern contradicted with the fingers twitching in his hair. Nishinoya’s desire was written plain on his face, in his flushed skin and parted lips. His eyes were heavily hooded as he gazed down at Asahi, and while, yes, it was strange to have to look up at him for once, the view made Asahi’s dick twitch almost painfully.

But he’d already had his turn. He needed to focus on Nishinoya now, needed to focus on licking at the precum almost dripping onto his lip and craning his neck to press kisses up and down Nishinoya’s length. He could hear a gasped swear, and even though he wanted to look up and see the look on Nishinoya’s face, he had to focus on opening his mouth to welcome him in.

The moment he felt his weight on his tongue, Asahi groaned with relief. All of his senses were narrowed down to the way Nishinoya’s arousal tasted and smelled and felt, and it all simmered down into pure want. He wanted nothing more than to sink down until his nose was buried in the dark hair waiting for him at the base, but he couldn’t do it, not in this position. He had to settle for pulling his hand along the length while he pushed his head forward, letting his lips meet his fingers before pulling them in opposite directions.

Maybe it wasn’t enough for him, but he could hear the noises spilling from Nishinoya’s lips, could tell he was doing the job right. His eyes fluttered open to look up at Nishinoya while his tongue swirled around his tip, and another groan rumbled from him at what he saw.

Nishinoya looked wrecked. His eyes were squeezed shut and his lips were wide open, slick and red from their kisses and his teeth sinking into them. His hair was loose, falling over his forehead and sticking to his sweaty skin. The light of the city snuck between the blinds of the bedroom window to create golden stripes across his skin, making him glisten like a god, a god Asahi was more than happy to worship.

Then his eyes opened and met Asahi’s, and he could feel the shudder that ran through his body. “Oh, god,” Nishinoya moaned, “oh, fuck, you look so good, you’re so good, holy shit—”

His words broke off with a cry, fingers tightening in Asahi’s hair to pull his face forward. Asahi gagged around the length pressing at the back of his throat, did his best to open up as much as he could at that angle, his hand stroking at what his lips couldn’t reach. The back of his neck ached, unused to this angle, but he was too focused on the incoherent mess he was making of Nishinoya to care about his own discomfort.

He hollowed his cheeks around him, and Nishinoya wailed, his entire body curving over Asahi’s head as he babbled, “So good, Asahi, you’re so good, oh my god, that’s it, right there—”

Asahi groaned at the praise, and at the thickening taste on his tongue. It only took one more curl of his tongue before Nishinoya was coming with a shout, sending hot spurts down Asahi’s throat as he worked to swallow it all. He sucked him dry and licked him clean, until Nishinoya finally let go of his hair and pulled his softening dick out with an almost-pained gasp.

In the time it took Asahi to clear his throat, Nishinoya had fallen to his side on the bed, one leg still draped across his body. Not that Asahi minded. Despite the exhaustion weighing at him, he still wanted to press as close to Nishinoya as possible, wanted to tangle their legs together and wrap their arms around each other.

So he did, pulling him close until he could press his nose to his sweaty, messy hair. He could feel more than hear Nishinoya’s soft laugh, his breath brushing against his neck as his arms tightened around him.

A few silent seconds passed, before Nishinoya broke it with a murmured, “Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“That was…”

“...Good, right?”

Another laugh puffed warm across his skin. “Good? That was amazing, Asahi. You were amazing.”

Asahi hadn’t thought his skin could get any warmer, but somehow his cheeks managed it. “So were you. Yu, you’re so…so…”

“Sexy?”

“Beautiful.”

Nishinoya stilled, and for a breath, fear flashed through Asahi. Had he said the wrong thing? Was that emasculating for Nishinoya to hear? He hadn’t meant it to be, maybe he should’ve—

Then there were lips on his, pressing deep, tender kisses that made him melt against Nishinoya as certainty chased the fear away. No, no…he’d said the right thing.

They didn’t say anything else. They just kissed until they couldn’t fight against their exhaustion anymore, and they had to pull away to tug a pillow in place for Nishinoya and place Asahi’s glasses on one of the bedside tables. When sleep finally pulled Asahi under, it was to the feeling of hair tickling his chin and his arm pinned under Nishinoya’s weight.

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Asahi woke slowly in the morning, as he always did. Awareness came in steps - he could feel the soft covers on his skin, could hear the morning bustle of the city outside, and when his eyes blinked open, he could see the stripes of sunlight that crept in through the blinds.

Those details were normal. What wasn’t normal was the realization that he was naked under the covers, that there was an extra weight in the bed, and that there was something, or someone, warm at his back.

The memories came creeping back as he slowly, carefully rolled onto his back and looked to his side…where Nishinoya was fast asleep on his stomach, face half-covered by the pillow.

So the previous night was real. His confession, their first kiss, the delirious pleasure and borderline desperation to press skin to skin…Nishinoya’s mouth covering him with perfect, wet suction, and the way he tasted when Asahi returned the favor…it was all real.

Holy shit. Now what?

That wasn’t something he could decide on his own. For now, he could get his glasses on, and shower, and maybe even have some breakfast ready when Nishinoya woke up. He didn’t know what conversation awaited them, but he assumed food would make it easier.

His hand reached for his glasses, only to land on the wooden surface of the bedside table, right where they usually sat. “Shit,” he muttered, squinting at the table, then at the floor, then patting at the covers carefully, not wanting to wake up Nishinoya.

“They’re over here.”

Well. So much for not waking him.

Excitement and anxiety and disbelief all clashed in Asahi when his eyes landed on Nishinoya and found him smiling sleepily up at him, his hair a loose mess over his face and his cheeks slightly flushed from the warmth of sleep. When he spoke, his voice was just a touch rough, adding confused arousal to the cocktail of emotions swirling through Asahi. “G’morning.”

“Ah…morning. Could I, um…” He gestured lamely at the blurry outline of his glasses on the table at Nishinoya’s side.

A hoarse chuckle rumbled out of Nishinoya as he reached for the glasses. But instead of placing them into Asahi’s waiting hand, he straddled his covered lap and slid them onto his face, punctuating their return with a gentle kiss. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now,” he murmured when he pulled away, hands still cupping Asahi’s face.

“Oh,” Asahi breathed. Disbelief was still looming in his mind, but it was settling into something a little sweeter as his hands rested on Nishinoya’s thighs. He couldn’t believe that the previous night had happened, that Nishinoya wanted him back, that he was waking up next to him all warm and naked and smiling.

That disbelief must’ve made its way to his face, because when Nishinoya pulled away, there was a bemused tilt to his brows. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just…”

“Don’t say you ‘can’t believe this is real’ or something.”

“But I can’t!” Asahi laughed helplessly. “Noya…Yu, I…I never thought this could happen, that you would ever feel the same way about me that I feel for you. But it did, and it’s real, and it’s amazing, you’re amazing, and now I…Yu, I don’t know what’s next.”

And there it was. The worry had been lurking somewhere in his mind, but now that he’d said it out loud, his anxiety came roaring back. “I don’t know where we go from here. I’m going home soon, and you’ll still be here, and I would never want you to stop traveling, not for me, but missing you is going to be so much worse now. But I don’t want to go back to just being friends, and I don’t want this to be some sort of one-time thing. This trip has been…so much more incredible than I could’ve ever imagined, but I…I don’t know what happens to us when it ends. I just…I don’t know.”

Nishinoya had been quiet as he rambled, hands coming to rest against his collarbones and thumbs tracing light patterns into his skin. When Asahi fell quiet, he felt those hands cradle his face and tilt it up, before he was being kissed with a tenderness that made him feel like he might cry.

“Here’s what I know,” Nishinoya murmured, breath ghosting over Asahi’s lips. “I know you like me, and I know I like you. I know I don’t want us to go back to being friends after this. I know I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. I know our lives will have us across the world from each other. I know long-distance is hard. But I also know that we’ve managed to keep in touch so far, and I know that what we have is worth the work.” With each sentence, he brushed a kiss over Asahi’s lips, nose, forehead, cheeks, jaw - it was as though he couldn’t bear to be more than a breath away.

Asahi let a hand trace a light path up and down Nishinoya’s back as he spoke. The feeling of his skin warm beneath his palm and the slow, quiet sound of his words helped Asahi’s thoughts stop racing, and his voice didn’t waver when he breathed, “What are you saying?”

Nishinoya finally pulled away just enough to look at him, and Asahi felt a delicious shiver run up his spine at the look in those eyes. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get used to being on the receiving end of that desire. “I’m saying I want to be your boyfriend, and I want you to be mine.”

Words failed Asahi. Nothing he could think of felt like enough. He didn’t want to just say “yes,” he wanted to climb to the top of the Sacre-Coeur and shout it to the entire city.

Words failed him, but actions didn’t. He kissed Nishinoya like his life depended on it, like his heart would stop if he didn’t pull a gasp from him and trace his tongue along the top of his mouth. He pressed Nishinoya against the bed, and he could feel Nishinoya’s fingers running through his hair and his body arch against him as he trailed kisses from his lips down his lithe neck.

He felt something nudge at his hip, and his hand dragged down Nishinoya’s body to stroke at him…when a loud rumble erupted from between them. Asahi pulled away and caught a flush spreading across Nishinoya’s face as his eyes widened, and a laugh burst from him before he could stop it. “Hungry?”

“We had a busy night!”

Asahi couldn’t stop laughing as he slid out of bed and pulled Nishinoya upright. “Let’s get some breakfast in you.”

He moved to step away, only for Nishinoya to use their tangled fingers to tug him back until he was standing between his legs. “Hey…is that a yes?”

It was strange, seeing even a hint of doubt lingering in those eyes, and guilt immediately pricked at Asahi. He pressed a chaste kiss to Nishinoya’s lips, before murmuring, “Yes. If I could shout it to the whole world, I would.”

A soft whimper escaped Nishinoya before he stole another kiss. “Stupid breakfast. I want to stay in bed with you all day.”

“Bed will be here after we eat,” Asahi laughed, craning his head back before Nishinoya could keep kissing him and coax him back into bed. “Come on.”

Asahi did make breakfast while Nishinoya showered, but only because he scrounged up every bit of self control in him to resist the other man’s - his boyfriend, he corrected with a thrill - attempts to get him into the shower as well. “That shower is barely big enough for me by myself,” he mumbled against Nishinoya’s insistent kisses. “I’d squish you if we went together.”

“What a way to go, though.”

He only got Nishinoya into the shower by steering him into the bathroom while he continued kissing him, then shutting the door as soon as he disentangled himself from his arms.

Breakfast was simple, just sunny side up eggs and some toast with coffee. One of the slices of toast was a little burned on one side, which had nothing to do with Asahi getting distracted by the sight of a freshly-showered Nishinoya, clad only in a towel, grabbing a change of clothes from his bag.

The rest of his trip in Paris was strangely, wonderfully domestic. True to “Nishinoya mode,” the last few days were filled with simple errands and keeping an eye out for gigs he could pick up and getting deliberately lost in the city to see where they’d end up. The main difference was that they were much more reluctant to split up, now that those last days were their only chance to explore their new relationship before Asahi had to leave.

“I always thought your life was full of exciting adventures everyday,” Asahi mused as they wandered through one of the more residential areas, ambling along hand-in-hand.

Nishinoya’s laugh sounded a little weary. “So does everyone back home. My travels are great, I wouldn’t trade them for the world, but I do still have just…a regular, daily life between all the adventures.” His eyes looked cautious as he watched Asahi, who could feel his gaze with a prickling awareness. “It’s not always exciting.”

“No…but I’m glad it isn’t. This is nice, Yu, honestly.” The relief that washed over Nishinoya’s face melted Asahi’s heart. It really was nice, more than nice. It startled him, how easy and right those days felt, just living with Nishinoya without hurrying to the next big destination of the day. The days weren’t boring, of course they weren’t - Asahi was becoming more and more certain that wasn’t possible with Nishinoya - but they were much more relaxed.

He didn’t want to say it out loud, not now, not after just a few days, but he could feel the truth of it settle warm in his chest: he could picture their future together like this.

A soft sound pulled him out of his thoughts, and he looked down just in time to see Nishinoya burrow into his arm. “It’s gonna suck, being alone again,” he mumbled into his sleeve, just loud enough for Asahi to hear. “You’ve made two weeks feel better than the full years I’ve spent in other countries.”

It took Asahi a moment to reply, only trusting his voice once the lump in his throat went away. “These have been the best two weeks of my life. I really, really wish I could stay longer, make them the best month of life, maybe more. But…”

“Duty calls.”

“Not ‘duty’ so much as my regular old job,” Asahi chuckled, “but…yeah. You’re not going to be alone, though. You’ll meet new people, make new friends, just like you have been this whole trip. You have a way of drawing people to you. I know that better than anyone.”

There was a light flush on Nishinoya’s cheeks and a pleased glint in his eye, but there was also a small frown on his lips. “It’s not gonna be the same as having you around.”

“It’s not. But if you miss me so much, I guess you’ll just have to come back to Japan to see me.”

“I guess so,” Nishinoya said with a playful roll of his eyes. “And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Would you want to travel with me again?”

Asahi grinned. “Just try to keep me away.”

Paris still took his breath away. Two weeks was far from enough to make him get used to its beauty. Even the sight of Notre Dame just around the corner from their flat made him pause and wonder at the fact that he was really there, in Paris, with the first man he’d ever wanted now pressing a kiss to the back of their held hands.

But what really made him feel impossibly lucky were the nights he fell asleep with his sweaty skin pressed against Nishinoya, and the mornings he woke up with nimble fingers brushing his hair behind his ear and lips whispering his name between kisses along his shoulder. It was the sound of Nishinoya saying his name with no formality and all tenderness, the feeling of his arms wrapping tight around Asahi’s waist, their fingers tangling together, and their lips parting against each other.

Nishinoya had never been a shy person, was never one for concealing how he felt. In hindsight, Asahi should’ve been prepared for how passionate he was in a relationship, how plainly he wore his heart on his sleeve. Nishinoya wasn’t shy about holding his hand or ducking under Asahi’s arm so that it draped across his shoulders, and while they never recreated their dreamlike first kiss along the Seine, Asahi always obeyed the unspoken request of Nishinoya standing on his toes with his chin raised, even when his cheeks were burning.

It all fit so easily into the rhythm of his last few days in Paris, but there were moments where time seemed to blessedly come to a pause. They were quiet moments, but still ones that Asahi couldn’t believe he got to be a part of, moments like Nishinoya twirling himself under Asahi’s hand when they walked past an accordion player on the street, and the first time Asahi tried a La Duree macaron to the sound of Nishinoya laughing at his awestruck face, and Nishinoya quietly singing along to the music they played while cleaning up after a meal.

Then, on Asahi’s last night in Paris, Nishinoya presented a tube of lube and a condom packet with red cheeks and his lips pressed in a determined line. Asahi understood immediately - it was a hard message to get wrong - but he still had to ask, “Yu, are you—?”

“You can say no,” Nishinoya said, “of course you can. I just…wanted to feel you in me before you left. And your flight is kinda late tomorrow, so it should be ok for me to tire you out tonight.” Despite his red cheeks, there was still a devious slant to his grin, and strangely enough, that was what made Asahi’s initial nerves ease a bit.

“Of course I want to,” he said with a nervous laugh, “but I just…it’s been a while for me. I might be a little rusty.”

“So am I. But I’ll talk you through it. I know you’ll listen to me, and I’ll listen to you.”

With those words and a deep kiss, Asahi was ready to give Nishinoya anything he asked for.

If their first night together had been fast and desperate, then their last night was slow and tender, gentle fingers and soft gasps and moans pulled from deep in their chests. The image of Nishinoya straddling Asahi’s hips while he sat back against the pillows was one he wanted to save for the rest of his life. He never wanted to forget the look of those dark eyes fluttering closed and those lips parting with quiet noises as he carefully spread Nishinoya open on his fingers. He wanted to save the sound of his moan when he found his prostate, wanted to hold onto the feeling of him clenching around his fingers and his breaths against his neck when he fell forward.

It still felt surreal that he could unravel Nishinoya like this, but if this trip had taught him anything, it was to not question the joys life had given him. He certainly wasn’t going to question whatever had led to him laying there and guiding Nishinoya onto his cock, groans dragging out of both of them at the slow, tight, slick slide inside. It took everything in him to hold still when he bottomed out, focusing instead of pressing soothing kisses along Nishinoya’s shoulder as he trembled against his chest.

“Are you okay?” he whispered into his hair, and it took an extra beat before Nishinoya nodded and pulled away enough to meet his concerned gaze.

“Yeah. You can move.”

“Are you su—?”

Nishinoya silenced him with a kiss, before slowly lifting himself off Asahi’s cock and letting himself fall again. An embarrassing sound ripped out of Asahi at the clenching tightness around him, but any embarrassment he would’ve felt was chased off by the satisfied smirk on Nishinoya’s face and his hands being guided to Nishinoya’s hips. A tentative thrust pulled a shuddering gasp from Nishinoya, and that was all Asahi needed to continue moving.

The rhythm they found was different from the ones they’d fallen into during previous nights, slow and drawn-out in a way he didn’t expect from Nishinoya. The younger man was deliberate with the way he moved his hips, bracing himself against Asahi’s chest as he worked himself up and down his length. Asahi’s fingers twitched where they held onto Nishinoya’s waist, but he let himself follow the same speed, even though it was killing him slowly. It felt like he could feel every ridge of Nishinoya’s walls clenching around him, and he could see the effect of his slow thrusts in the flush that worked its way down Nishinoya’s chest.

It didn’t take him long to figure out how to aim for Nishinoya’s prostate, but even the moans that fell from Nishinoya’s lips didn’t convince him to pick up his speed. “Yu,” Asahi finally breathed, “Yu, you’re killing me.”

“Good.” Nishinoya’s smile was downright wicked, even with the haze of desire that covered the rest of his face. “I want you to remember this when you’re back home.”

“Like I could ever forget.”

He spoke without thinking, but he couldn’t regret his words, not when they startled the smile off of Nishinoya’s face. He would never get tired of the way Nishinoya looked whenever Asahi surprised him with heartfelt words. Even in the middle of riding Asahi so well he thought he might die from it, Nishinoya’s eyes widened and his lips parted in a silent gasp. “That’s not fair,” he whined, “I’m trying to make you miss me more.”

“There was a contest?” Asahi laughed, before a moan cut his laughter short.

“Nah. Just making sure you miss me at least as much as I'll miss you.”

The playfulness lining his face made affection bloom in Asahi’s chest, and he rocked forward to capture Nishinoya’s lips in a kiss. When Nishinoya eventually cried out with his orgasm, his lips were parting against Asahi’s and his arms were draped over Asahi’s shoulders, holding him close as he made a mess on both of their bodies. Asahi followed soon after him, unable to hold out for much longer with Nishinoya’s walls clenching around him. His arms tightened around Nishinoya’s waist, and he could feel the precise moment Nishinoya wilted against him, boneless with his release.

Asahi was careful with Nishinoya as he cleaned them both up, gently easing him onto the bed and wiping him clean with a towel he’d wet in the bathroom sink. He was rewarded with a contented sigh and a sweet, sleepy smile, and when Asahi pulled the covers over them, Nishinoya didn’t hesitate to burrow into his chest. “Do you have to go tomorrow?” he murmured.

“Unfortunately,” Asahi sighed. “But I’ll call you as soon as I’m back, and I’ll bother you every day that I can.”

“It’s not bothering me when I want that,” Nishinoya scoffed, before pulling away enough to gaze at Asahi with eyes brimming with longing. “Asahi, I…I…”

Concern pricked at Asahi as he brushed messy blonde strands away from Nishinoya’s forehead. “Is something wrong?”

“No, just…I…” Nishinoya’s lips twisted as he searched for the right words, only to wilt around a sigh. “Never mind. It’s nothing.”

“Don’t say that, Yu. Don’t hide from me.”

“I’m not hiding, I just…” Nishinoya began tracing nervous patterns into Asahi’s skin. “I know it’s only been a few days, and maybe you’ll think I’m crazy, but I…Asahi, I…I think I might be falling in love with you.”

“...Oh.” The word left Asahi on a breath.

“Yeah. You don’t have to say anything, I know it’s soon—”

“I think I’m falling in love with you, too.”

Nishinoya’s words died as he stared up at Asahi. “Really?!”

“Yeah. Maybe it’s because we’ve known each other for so long, and I already loved you as a friend, and maybe as more than that, but…I’m feeling it, too.”

“Wow.” Nishinoya let a hand rest against Asahi’s face, his thumb tracing along his cheek. “Wow.”

None of the words Asahi could think of felt like enough, and his only response was to take Nishinoya’s hand from his cheek and press it against his lips. But it was enough. A smile spread wide across Nishinoya’s face before he burrowed back into Asahi’s chest, arms tight around him, and they ended up drifting to sleep holding each other close.

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Waking up the next morning felt like the hardest thing Asahi had ever done. He stubbornly ignored the sunlight pouring in, turning his back to the window in favor of pulling a willing Nishinoya close. But it wasn’t long before Nishinoya was leaning up to whisper, “Asahi.”

“No.”

“You gotta get ready to go.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“I don’t want you to either!” Nishinoya’s laugh sounded unsteady, and when Asahi finally opened his eyes, he was stunned to see tears threatening to spill onto Nishinoya’s cheeks.

“Oh, Yu…” he breathed, hands immediately cupping his face and tracing his damp lash lines.

“I’ll be okay,” Nishinoya murmured with a wet sniff, “but you won’t be if you miss your flight.”

Asahi whined, but after a sweet kiss, he relented and let Nishinoya tug him out of bed.

It was almost too easy to pack up his things. He hadn’t bought much in the way of souvenirs, just an Eiffel Tower keychain he’d bought to make Nishinoya snort and a magnet for Daichi and Suga. The rest of his stuff was folded back the way they’d come, and before he knew it, his small suitcase and backpack were sitting at the apartment door. They were left quietly looking over the tidy apartment, now only sprinkled with Nishinoya’s few belongings.

“Let’s eat out for breakfast,” Nishinoya eventually declared. “Make your last morning in Paris a little special.”

“Any day in Paris with you is special,” Asahi said, smiling at the pink that rose to Nishinoya’s cheeks, “but alright. My treat.”

Despite all their best efforts, breakfast passed too quickly. No amount of tiny sips at their espresso or picking at their breakfast sandwiches would stop their plates from slowly becoming empty, leaving them no excuse to keep dodging the impatient looks of their waiter.

So they passed the time on the bridge to Notre Dame, watching the sun creep along the sky while Nishinoya told Asahi about his plans for his next stop in his tour of France. Asahi was still a little in awe of the way his boyfriend was able to prepare himself to build a new life in a new city every couple of months or so. He’d always had a special talent for drawing people to him with his boisterous charisma, but that didn’t stop Asahi from being impressed by him.

“It would be better with you,” Nishinoya countered his compliments with a wistful smile.

“Anything would be better if we were together.” Asahi looked at Nishinoya, watched his hair get tousled by the breeze and his eyes trace over the lines of the Notre Dame and the Seine. His brows were set a little lower than usual and he was chewing his lip, telltale signs of his dread over Asahi’s departure. The bright sunlight didn’t soften Nishinoya’s feature the way the warm golden lights of Parisian nights did, but it did highlight the lines that had grown sharper since he’d left for his travels and the alert awareness of his eyes, and Asahi felt his heart ache with longing for more time with him. “Paris wouldn’t have been the same without you.”

The dread melted off of Nishinoya’s face as he met Asahi’s eyes, replaced with that look of startled adoration that Asahi had come to look forward to. He took a moment to brush a stray lock of hair behind Asahi’s ear, visibly settling himself before he said, “Hey. Kiss me one last time in Paris?”

It was Asahi’s turn to be driven to silence, though his silence was thanks to a lump that had lodged itself in his throat. He just nodded, and obeyed the fingers that had wrapped into his collar and led his face down to Nishinoya’s.

He didn’t know how long they kissed each other on that bridge, lips parting for gentle tongues and soft sighs. All he knew was that it wasn’t long enough, would never have been long enough. Only the sound of Notre Dame tolling the top of the new hour could make them break apart, newly aware of the trip they still had to make to the airport.

They took the metro instead of a taxi, using the longer commute as an excuse to steal extra minutes with each other. It was a bit of a struggle, holding his suitcase still while keeping their balance on the rocking train, but it was worth it for the moment when Asahi had to crowd Nishinoya into a corner to avoid the people leaving and entering the car at different stops.

“I think you’re enjoying this a little too much,” Nishinoya grumbled with a badly hidden grin the fifth time it happened.

“Me? Never.”

The metro announcement of each stop felt like a countdown that Asahi hated, listing each stop that brought them closer and closer to the airport. And then, finally, they reached the end of the line, leaving them no choice but to step off the train and face the entrance to the airport.

“Well…” It was strange and heartbreaking to hear such resignation from Nishinoya, especially when Asahi knew there was nothing he could say to make things better. No matter what he said, he’d still have to leave his side and return to Tokyo.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t try. “Yu…I meant it, when I said you made the last two weeks the best weeks of my life. Even if we’d spent them as friends, they still would’ve been incredible.”

“Yeah…but I’m really happy I made you confess.” Relief washed over Asahi when Nishinoya flashed a cheeky smile. “I think that made the past week even better.”

“Me, too,” Asahi laughed.

The smile faded from Nishinoya’s face as he stared at Asahi, and he finally took his hand with a squeeze as he said, “Call me when you get back. It doesn’t matter what time it is here, I want to hear from you.”

“Of course.”

“Tell Daichi-san and Suga-san I say hi.”

“I will.”

“And…come back sometime, okay? There’s a lot of places I want to take you to.”

“Okay. But you have to come back first.”

Nishinoya rolled his eyes with a smile. “Fine.”

They stared at each other for another beat, before they met each other in one last kiss. It was slow, and tender, and made love spread warm through Asahi like a hot cup of espresso. When they parted, he murmured, “Hey.”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

Nishinoya’s eyes widened, and he pressed another kiss to Asahi’s lips with a soft whimper. “I love you, too. Now go, don’t miss your flight.”

“Alright, alright.” Asahi let Nishinoya gently shove him towards the escalators that lead into the airport, but he paused at the bottom to look back at Nishinoya and call, “Hey! I’ll see you later.” Not a goodbye, this wasn’t a goodbye, he’d make sure they stayed in even better contact than before, if it was the last thing he did.

Even at a distance, he could see understanding settle over Nishinoya’s features, before a bright smile lit up his whole face. “See you later, Asahi!”

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HIHIHI I HAVE A REQUEST IF YOURE UP FOR IT KASJHDASKD i was wondering if you could do tsukishima, akaashi, and kageyama (you dont have to do all of them if you dont want to) with a s/o who loves giving affection but doesn't really take it *seriously* when they recieve it? like they think that the character is joking bc they could never actually be that amazing? (sry if this made absolutely no sense just ignore it if you want kaskjasd)

Warnings: potentially some swearing, Akaashi saying “good girl” which I do think deserves a warning, Y/N having some insecure moments, but all fluffy endings promise!

Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Akaashi Keiji, & Kageyama Tobio, all with a fem!Reader

A/N: okay @lucyheartfilias-wife i know this took foREVER for me to finish and I’m so sorry xD but i kept going back and forth between ideas so this is what we ended up with! I hope they’re decent enough!! <3 Not of the following gifs are mine! Creds to the original creators :)

Haikyuu Masterlist

Tsukishima Kei

If Tsukishima knew one thing, it was that he was a lucky boy. Somehow he had managed to make a girl who was probably made of sunshine and rainbows, like him back and somehow figured out how to keep you around.

Although he always had an annoyed look on his face when they did, anytime the team asked about you or mentioned you to him, he was always happy to subtly brag about you.

“Our little Tsukishima has grown up hasn’t he?” Sugawara laughed, slapping pats to the back of the tall first year. “You’re not blackmailing her are you?” Tsukishima just rolled his eyes in response.

“It must be nice to have such a pretty girl around!” Noya whined loudly, punching the wall angrily.

“It is,” Tsukishima smirked, enjoying the immediate anger that Noya tried to turn on him. Daichi held the wild libero back with an exasperated smiled, shaking his head.

“She’s really smart too isn’t she?” Hinata gaped, having only really heard of this girl that Tsukishima was dating but Yamaguchi said it was a girl in their class so she had to be smart.

“Anyone’s smart compared to you,” Tsukishima scoffed but shrugged. “She’s the top of our class.”

Everyone made sounds of excitement and surprise, the upperclassmen nodding in approval, “Who knew this salty bean pole could find someone smart and pretty to like him back?” Tanaka snickered and Tsukishima just rolled his eyes.

You hadn’t meant to overhear the conversations happening in the club room but you were just waiting for your boyfriend against the railing. To say you were a bit embarrassed was an understatement. And that embarrassment was probably written all over your face because when Tsukishima finally came out, his cheeks turned pink seeing your expression.

“What?” He asked after a beat, avoiding your eyes as he started to walk towards the stairs.

“You know you don’t have to lie to your teammates right?” You asked him eventually, giving him a small smile. “I’m sure they know you’re just being nice.”

For once, you had actually surprised Tsukishima. Normally he could tell exactly what you were thinking but this time, he actually stopped in his steps and looked at you like you had grown a second head in the last few moments.

“Lie?” He asked, tilting his head up in thought before scoffing a bit, “What part of what I said was a lie? For that matter, how much of that nonsense did you hear?”

The word nonsense rang in your ear repeatedly, echoing all your insecurities further into your subconscious, “I dunno, how much were you saying?” You retorted, glancing at him with a shrug. “Come on, I wanna get home before it gets too dark,” you decided when he didn’t answer right away. The two of you started walking, Tsukishima clearly deep in thought because for once on your way home, he wasn’t complaining about the boys or listening to music. He was just… walking.

“When did I lie?” He finally asked at your doorstep, as if realizing if he didn’t ask now, he never would. He grabbed your wrist before you could turn away and leave without answering him, tugging you closer so he could look right into your eyes (he could always tell when you were lying to him).

“What?” You squirmed a bit. You knew exactly what he was asking but did you really want to admit it?

“You said I lied to my teammates. What did I lie about?” His frown was tight, eyes as serious as ever. “I’ve been thinking about everything I said to them and I can’t think of a lie that I told. Was it about everyone being smarter than Hinata? Because I really was telling the truth.” The little smirk at the end made you feel like he was trying to keep this lighthearted. But the topic weighed so heavily on both your shoulders.

You could feel Tsukishima keeping your gaze right on him, and knew if you looked away, he might just get more upset. So you were forced to just look at him awkwardly, as if he was looking through your very thoughts.

“I asked you out didn’t I?” He continued when you didn’t respond right away. “Doesn’t that make you my girlfriend?”

You let out a little laugh, surprised that that’s what he had come up with after that very silent walk home. “Yeah, I suppose so,” you smiled, finally pulling your eyes away from him and staring at your hands as you fiddled with your fingers.

“So what-”

“They’re just being nice,” you tried to tell him awkwardly, cutting him off from asking one more time. “I’m not… I’m not everything they’re pretending I am. And you don’t have to keep up the charade with them.”

Tsukishima’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, what charade could you possibly be talking about.

“I know I’m not as pretty as your managers,” you explained quietly. “And I’m sure being surrounded by them all the time has got you having some high expectations and standards for girls. That’s why I was surprised when you asked me out… but I know it’s probably just cause we’re always together and we study together. I know I’m pretty helpful when it comes to schoolwork so-”

Tsukishima started laughing. Like genuinely, throwing his head back, from the bottom of his belly kind of laugh. Your eyes widened as you watched this normally cool and collected idiot snicker himself practically to death.

“T-Tsukishima?” You blinked, poking him a little to make sure he wasn’t just having some sort of weird seizure.

He finally ran out of breath, standing back up straighter than ever and hitting the top of your head (not as gently as he should’ve, how rude), “Listen here, shortie,” he huffed, leaning down slightly so you were forced to look at him. “I have high standards for anyone I even keep around me. The only one who’s exceeded my standards for dating though, is you.”

You watched him, blinking nervously as if he was going to laugh in your face again and tell you it was a joke.

“I didn’t lie to them, idiot,” he shook his head, flicking your forehead. “You’re way too pretty to be as self-conscious as you are.”

Words would never solve your self-consciousness, you knew this. But if there was ever a moment that would ever come close - it would be this one.

“Go inside alright,” he grinned at you, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead and shoving you closer to your door. “And the next time I compliment you, you better accept it.”

You couldn’t even retort anything back before he ushered you inside, gave you a cheeky wink, and started to head home.

You were still very bad at accepting Tsukishima’s compliments and almost felt tortured with how much he could try to get you to understand how much he loved you. So naturally, Tsukishima just did it more and more.

Everything you did became a compliment, just to make you all hot headed and make him chuckle. He would praise you for being one of the smartest people he knew after a test or assignment, he’d say you were the cutest person up on the stands after his volleyball games, would just shower you in aggressive amounts of affection (well aggressive for him).

And then one day…

One day you day you didn’t fight back as much. And Tsukishima just smiled because he would never say anything to you he didn’t mean.

Akaashi Keiji

Akaashi was literally an embodiment of everything that someone could want. He was calm and wonderfully humble, his voice was like a mellow song that you could fall asleep to and he had the most amazing biceps that just made your heart flutter every time you saw them.

He was everything you could ever dream of which was both incredible… and not at the same time. It almost hurt to know that he was this unobtainable boy standing near you. Sure, you were dating - but how long until he realized you were beneath him? How much longer would it take him to realize that there was better.

You couldn’t hide these thoughts from Akaashi and more often than not, he’d give you a look like I know what you’re thinking, stop that, and then tell you he loves you before you just nod and smile and try to focus on something else. He’d let it go there, but he’d probably spend the rest of the day with you trying to convince you he really meant it.

But today he wasn’t next to you to read your face. Today, he was going to be down on that court, showing off his incredible reflexes and sports ability, and you would be up here. Blending in with the crowd. You were a filler character - something to fill the stands with and not be noticed. Unoriginal. Boring.

“Y/N!” Bokuto ran to you, grinning as wide as ever. “Look what I brought you!” He held up Akaashi’s jacket happily, waving it over his head as he jumped up and down in front of you.

You tried to put on a smile, as if you hadn’t just been spinning in your insecurities a few seconds ago. Your eyes focused on the jacket that Bokuto was trying to put on you, blinking as you came to the realization that he had 100% stolen this from your boyfriend without his knowledge, “Bokuto, won’t he need this?” You offered with a small laugh.

He shook his head with a grin, “He practically discarded it somewhere. I thought I’d come bring it to you! It would probably make him super happy to see you in his jacket! And you look so cute in our colours!” Bokuto declared, patting your head. You tried to start telling him that he should bring it back and that you weren’t really sure Akaashi would want you wearing it, but suddenly you could hear his coach on the court screaming from him to get his ass back down there. “Whoops! Gotta run! Cheer hard for us!” Bokuto gave you a thumbs up before running down.

You stood there for a moment, face feeling hot as you start to smell Akaashi’s scent on the jacket. How did he manage to smell this good all the time?

You could hear whispers from people in the stands, some people wondering who you were or if you were Bokuto or Akaashi’s girlfriend, since it was Bokuto who gave you the jacket.

All the ruckus from his coach made Akaashi actually look over, smirking a bit while Bokuto was getting scolded. He sheepishly made his way over, trying to seem all innocent to his best friend.

“Where the hell even were you?” Akaashi asked, throwing him a toss as the boys warmed up.

“Oh! Just dropping something off to Y/N for you!” Bokuto grinned, nodding in your direction as he received the ball nice and high.

Akaashi shouldn’t have looked over. But he did. His eyes locked onto you and saw you in his jacket and for a moment, he definitely spaced out. His whole brain was just thinking about you and nothing else and he didn’t knock himself out of it until Bokuto’s pass knocked him right in the head.

“Akaashi! Are you okay?” Bokuto laughed, knowing the pass had been pretty soft. Akaashi’s cheeks turn a bit pink as he shook it off, running after the ball.

You were wearing his jacket. And you looked so good in it.

After a complete win for the game, Akaashi was so hyped up to see you. You had worn his jacket the whole game and he had to avoid looking at you because you were just so distracting.

But now that it was over, he wanted nothing more than to swoop you into a hug and admire you. You gave him a huge grin when you caught up with the team, excitedly cheering them for their win and giving Bokuto high fives.

Akaashi watched you with a small smile on his face. You glanced over at him and gave a nervous sort of smile, noting there was a difference in how he was looking at you. “Oh! Here, you’ll get cold soon when your adrenaline stops pumping,” you said, pulling the jacket off.

“It’s alright,” he insisted, smirking a bit down at you. “You look gorgeous, I don’t want you to take it off,” he admitted with a smile, patting your head adoringly.

Your face gets all hot again, avoiding his eyes quickly, “Alright alright, Mr. High Off Of A Win,” you laughed nervously, poking at his chest gently. He raised an eyebrow at your dismissive behaviour.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t go spreading stuff that isn’t true,” you shrugged, shoving your hands in the jacket pocket. Sure, you liked the jacket but there was no way you were as pretty as he was making you out to be. Gorgeous? No way.

Akaashi’s eyes darkened slightly hearing this, taking your chin into his fingers and tilting your chin up so you were forced to look at him, “You think I’d lie to you?”

The question made you shrink inside, noting his hardened expression. He didn’t like it when you were hard on yourself, always made you notice all the little great things about you. But this wasn’t a private conversation, and people were starting to stare, which just made your face go even warmer. “N-No,” you mumble out shyly, trying to look away but he kept your gaze.

“Good girl,” he smirked at you, tapping your nose gently, “Now take the compliment. And wear my jacket more often, alright?”

You couldn’t help but nod at that point, Akashi smiling in his satisfaction before dragging you off for the team’s celebratory meal. The pit in your stomach that liked to tell you you were a filler character was slightly less intense now, after talking to your boyfriend. Akaashi had such an effect on you and there was no denying it. How could a guy like that be with a girl like you, you would never understand. But there was such an honesty in his eyes, and he was right after all, he wasn’t the type to lie about these things… so maybe. Just maybe. There was some truth to it.

Kageyama Tobio

Kageyama wasn’t the best at noticing hints and subtle things, and honestly, he’d rather if people were just blunt and to the point with him. But with you, he knew that he would have to learn between the lines. It wasn’t because you weren’t great at communication (and let’s be honest, even if you were bad at it, Kageyama was in NO place to call you out on that), but rather, Kageyama understood that at some point in relationships, it was important to see what the other person wanted.

So when he started really trying to read you, he found himself almost discouraged by a reoccurring instance.

It was real subtle at first, and in that moment, Kageyama probably wouldn’t have noticed. But he probably just smile at you and press a kiss to your forehead, thanking you for always thinking of him.

“You’re always so thoughtful, Y/N. I appreciate what you do for me,” he told you, almost like he was thanking a teacher for their help on homework which just made you laugh.

“Don’t be silly, Kageyama, it’s just a milk box,” you insisted, giving a little wave to his teammates before he left.

But it wasn’t just a milk box and even Kageyama could see that. He had forgotten his lunch today and you had shared yours with him. But he always had a milk with his lunch and you didn’t have one, but he didn’t have the chance to actually buy one before he had to head back to classes. He didn’t think he had mentioned anything about the milk, or even hesitated to eat without it. But you had still gone out of your way to buy one for him and bring it to him after classes.

You had even apologized that it was later than he usually had his milk, as if you should’ve known to get it earlier. Kageyama was amazed that you even went and bought him one. He held the box in his hands for a moment before getting called over to start practice, promising himself to have the drink right after practice.

It wasn’t just that you brushed off his appreciation for what you did for him. Kageyama always felt something was wrong when he complimented you. So much so, he had to awkwardly ask his upperclassmen for help.

“Oh our little Kageyama needs help with his girlfriend hmmm?” Tanaka laughed, hands on his hips like he was some sort of relationship expert.

“I dunno why you’d come to us,” Daichi admitted with a smirk, leaning against a nearby wall as he considered the question. “It’s not like any of us are really all that experienced with girls.”

“But you know how to… communicate,” Kageyama explained, playing with his fingers as he shyly stared at the floor. “I’m just worried I’m… doing that thing that Hinata says I do. Where I think I’m complimenting her but I’m actually hurting her.”

Sugawara chuckled and threw his arm around his first year’s neck, fluffing up his hair playfully, “Aw! Little Tobio is growing up!”

“What kinds of things are you saying to her?” Asahi asked, offering Kageyama a smile as the blueberry boy tried to fix his now messed up hair.

Kageyama thought about it for a moment, not having to think that far back to remember an example. “This morning, she was wearing her hair differently,” Kageyama told them, gesturing towards his hair as if to act out how her hair was. “And I told her she looked very pretty.”

The boys just looked at him, as if expecting for there to be more. “Okay and?” Noya piped up, shrugging.

“That’s it,” Kageyama blinked. “Should I have said something else?”

“Why would you say something else, Kageyama?” Daichi raised an eyebrow, noting the distress in the setter’s eyes.

Kageyama huffed, remembering how you awkwardly turned away, as if he had said something brash, “She just said ‘you don’t have to do that, Kageyama’ and changed the subject. But I don’t know what she meant. Was… Was I not supposed to tell her? She did look very pretty but should I have kept that to myself?”

Sugawara gave him a sympathetic smile, “I think you did fine, Kageyama, don’t worry! Maybe she was just embarrassed.”

The others agreed, Tanaka explaining to him that some people were bashful when it came to their appearances.

“But she’s the most perfect being in the whole country!” Kageyama burst out, his forehead creased with concern. “Why shouldn’t I tell her?”

“Just in the country?” Asahi chuckled and Sugawara smacked his arm.

“Don’t tease him, I don’t think Kageyama has ever left the country!”

“Maybe she’s just not used to you complimenting her. Like how you weren’t too used to holding hands with her at the beginning of your relationship,” Daichi offered, remembering how red the boy’s face was you first took his hand at a tournament. He didn’t even know he had to hold your hand back and just had his hand staying there stiff.

Kageyama nodded slowly - he could understand that. It just took some time and then he was okay with it eventually. Now he would grab your hand out of instinct and it wasn’t something foreign to him.

After talking to his upperclassmen, Kageyama felt a little better. Perhaps it wasn’t his words then, maybe he just had to do it more.

But after a week of trial and error, Kageyama still couldn’t understand why you still seemed so uncomfortable. The day after consulting the second and third years, Kageyama had told you he really liked the way you hummed and that you had a really nice voice (he really did like it, it was his favourite thing to listen to).

But you just flickered your eyes away from him, offering a nervous laugh, “It’s nothing,” you mumbled before quickly asking him about his practice schedule.

So Kageyama thought maybe you just didn’t like talking about your singing. So when the two of you were studying, you noticed his laser focus wasn’t on his work but instead on you. His eyes were so trained on you, it was like how he was on the volleyball court.

“Kageyama?” You blinked in surprise, catching him staring at you. “Are you alright?”

“You’re really smart, Y/N!” He blurted out, a firm nod afterwards like confirming what he was saying. “I appreciate you always coming to help me work!”

But you just squirmed in your seat, turning your eyes back to your work, “I really don’t know all that much.”

It had been a week of this back and forth, Kageyama desperately trying to find what was going on. Was it him? Was he just not using the right words? Could he actually be being really rude and didn’t realize it? Was it his face? Was he supposed to smile more?

Finally, Kageyama felt like he was at the end of his rope. He didn’t know what to do now.

“The sunset is really pretty today!” You beamed as the two of you walked home from his practice. He glanced over and noticed the brilliant colours in the sky. It looked nice sure, but how could you understand that that looked pretty and you didn’t?

“I think you’re prettier.” He stated simply. Kageyama didn’t really know what lines were cheesy and what weren’t. But you did and your face just overheated immediately in response.

“K-Kageyama, don’t say things like that!” You insisted, staring to walk ahead.

“Wait!” Kageyama yelped, grabbing onto your wrist and pulling you back to him. “What am I doing wrong?” he asked you desperately, his eyes wide and searching yours for some sort of answers.

You stared at him for a moment, confused by his words, “Wrong?” You repeated softly, noticing how upset he looked.

“I…” Kageyama’s voice faltered as he watched your eyes. “I keep trying to tell you how amazing you are. You do all these things for me, you help me when I’m upset and you always help me train. You throw balls for me and Hinata, even when you’d rather be at home. You call me during my jogs just to keep me company. You bring me milk when I forget mine. And you always compliment me when I’m feeling like I’m not 100%… so what am I doing wrong? Because everything I say to you… it doesn’t seem to work.”

Something in you clicked. Is this why Kageyama had been acting so weird this week?

“Kageyama… I do all that because I like you and I want you to be your best,” you explained softly. “And I compliment you because I mean it! Not because I’m trying to make you feel better. Or try to boost your self-esteem.”

There was something in your tone that Kageyama couldn’t place. What was that in your voice?

“Why are you sad when I try to tell you things?” Kageyama was practically begging you for an answer. He didn’t understand how to read things from your tone, he wanted to desperately to understand but he just couldn’t grasp it. “Sugawara told me that complimenting people on things makes them feel good… am I doing it wrong? Please just tell me, I’ll be better! I’ll be the best boyfriend!”

Your smile was almost sad and Kageyama’s heart tugged a little in his chest, “I don’t want you to say things because you feel like you have to say them,” you sighed softly, now avoiding his eyes. “I know my hair is a mess most of the time, I know that my singing isn’t some professional level shit, and I know I’m not the model kind of girl or those gorgeous girls who come to your games. I don’t need you to try and convince me otherwise…”

Kageyama’s mind felt like it was blowing up. What were you talking about?

“Don’t be so stupid,” Kageyama whined, huffing at you and poking your forehead, “You think I’m lying about these things? You think I say them because I feel like I have to?” Kageyama shook his head, taking your face into his hands. “I’m not the best with words, I know this. But you are…” Kageyama’s face twisted into a funny expression as he tried to find the words he wanted, “the most perfect thing. You’re like when I make a perfect set and the spike goes right past the blockers!”

You couldn’t help but smile as he went on talking about volleyball. You weren’t surprised - he often related things to volleyball to understand better.

“You… are the perfect jump serve. Seeing you is like I’m winning full sets at Nationals!” He expressed, looking at you with wide eyes in hopes you were understanding. “I’m not trying to make you feel better about yourself, Y/N. You are everything I could possibly want. You make me feel like volleyball isn’t the only thing that matters anymore. I want to hear you sing all the time and I love your hair no matter how you think it looks.”

Your eyes were welling up with tears as he spoke dramatically, looking up at the sky as if that would help him figure out his sentences better. When he finally looked back at you, he jumped back almost immediately in fear.

“N-No! Don’t cry! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have brought up volleyball again! I-”

You laughed and quickly shook your head, grasping his hands in yours, “Happy tears, Kageyama,” you explained softly, almost immediately burying your face in his chest as you drew him closer for a hug. “Thank you,” you whisper.

Kageyama wasn’t really sure what you were thanking him for but he hugged you tightly anyways. He hated seeing you cry and he would squeeze them all out of you until there was none left if he had to. “You are very pretty.” He stated, pressing a kiss to your head.

And this time, you didn’t argue. You just stayed there in his arms, and listened to the genuineness in his voice.

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HAIKYUU X THE OFFICE AU — EPISODE TWO: LUNCHTIME VOLLEYBALL MATCH

pairing: sugawara koushi x female reader

description: ukai’s idea to hold a volleyball match with the warehouse staff during lunch proves to be a bad one, but it sure is entertaining for you to watch from the sidelines. well, as long as your fiancé doesn’t ruin the fun for you.

word count: 5.5k

also available to read on my ao3 here

author’s note: hello!!! i’ve been fueled to write the continuation of this au. this time around, it’ll be inspired by the basketball episode, but since haikyuu is all about volleyball… you know what i had to do. i would have waited to do that one company-wide volleyball match episode later on, but who says i can’t do that later anyway? it’s haikyuu, there is NEVER enough volleyball. besides, that’ll give me the opportunity to introduce other haikyuu characters when the time is right. i’m still trying to get my groove when it comes to writing this au, but i think i’m starting to get there. i hope this will be equally as entertaining, and i also hope everyone enjoys it! also, stream livelock by xdinary heroes fr 😮‍💨

ever since filming for the documentary began, ukai had been more… eccentric than usual. everyone knew it was to play up for the cameras, but god, it was annoying. the employees of japan pulp and paper thought they had seen it all when it came to their chaotic boss, but that was proven to be false when ukai burst into the office randomly dressed in sports gear with a wilson volleyball pressed to his hip.

“guys, we’re doing a thing.” ukai announced, much to the confusion of his employees.

“is this the office olympics again?” tanaka questioned. the office olympics was an idea ukai attempted many years ago, and let’s just say it didn’t end well whatsoever.

“no, tanaka, it is not.” he scoffed. “i don’t need corporate threatening to fire me… again.”

“then why are you dressed like an athlete past his prime, but he refuses to let go, so he ends up losing his wife and kids?” tsukishima asked nonchalantly despite completely flaming ukai to bits.

“that kinda sounds like tom brady.” hinata said.

“tom brady was a football player, idiot.” kageyama rolled his eyes, sparking a bickering matching between him and hinata, which was always a classic occurrence in the office since the day they were hired.

“everybody shut up! i’m holding a volleyball match with the warehouse guys during lunch!” ukai yelled over his employees, followed by complete silence. not a peep came out of them, not even a cricket. “come on, why aren’t any of you excited?”

“um… did hr approve of this?” you speak up and ask. it was clear ukai didn’t see how horrible of an idea this was.

“shockingly, specs approved.” he replied. a miracle, really, but ukai claimed it would be a “good way” to “bond” with everybody.

“and he approved of it… with the warehouse guys?” you gulp.

“yes, y/n, why are you so—” ukai cut off his sentence when he realized why you were questioning him with such worry. “oh…”

the reason why holding a match with the warehouse guys worried you was because your fiancé ryo was one of them. it was almost like an unspoken common fact that he was a total jerk who didn’t deserve you. while suga’s fondness towards you wasn’t very known to the office, everyone could at least see that you shouldn’t be with ryo. only tell will tell how this dreaded volleyball match will end up. it was everybody’s funeral, really.

•••

“so, i got the idea to hold a volleyball match because my grandfather—who is a volleyball legend, by the way—suggested it would be a great idea to bring everybody together, so i got him to help me set up some stuff outside the office building.” ukai said to the camera crew while he sat at his desk, his typical interviewing spot. “what i forgot to put into consideration was y/n’s hotheaded fiancé who works in the warehouse downstairs, but who doesn’t love a little chaos, am i right? well, no, not right. it’s just gonna be a friendly game of volleyball. totally friendly.”

•••

while suga sat at his desk with nothing to do, he did what he always did and caught a look at you to see what you were doing in hopes to share at least a moment with you. he always reached for those little moments, even if you seemed to see him as just a friend. when he looked over at your desk, he saw you were staring at your computer, seemingly bored out of your mind, which you most definitely were at this time when there were dry spots in the work day.

suga quietly stood up and went to the break room for a cup of coffee, hoping you’d notice the sound of his footsteps and follow him. there was nobody around, but that soon changed when you followed suit minutes later just as he hoped you would.

“hey, suga.” you say, reaching for the cabinet to grab a mug.

“oh, hey, y/n.” he said, trying to act cool while he waited for his coffee to brew.

“you gonna play in the match later?” you ask. part of you was worried about what would happen with ryo, but at the same time you wanted to root for suga because he was your best friend.

“well, after ukai begged me…” cue war-like flashbacks to ukai begging suga over and over to participate, which included over-dramatically sobbing while on his knees. “unfortunately, yeah.”

“i thought you used to play volleyball in high school? setter, right?” you questioned.

“how did—” suga was shocked but also adorably amazed that you remembered such a thing. “how did you remember that?”

“guess it just stuck with me, i don’t know.” you shrugged. quite a poor lie on your end, really. you would always try your best to remember everything correct out of fear of making a mistake. even if there wasn’t someone there to crucify you for it, you always made sure to get the job done anyway. although you knew suga wouldn’t do such a thing to you, you didn’t want to mess up the only good thing you had in your life.

“i was vice captain too, actually.” he chuckled before taking a sip of his fresh coffee.

“aw, i knew there was something i was forgetting!” you pouted, doing what you knew best and making yourself feel bad for forgetting despite how innocent it was. “i’m sorry!”

suga couldn’t see what you needed to be sorry for, so he always reassured you knowing you truly needed it. “what? it’s okay, really. i’m glad you at least remembered i played volleyball in the first place.”

“you’re serious?” you asked, almost like it was hard to believe him.

“of course.” he said with that smile that always made you feel better, bringing back your light. “why wouldn’t i be?”

“i don’t know.” you sigh for a moment before taking your turn with the coffee maker. you hated yourself for feeling this way all the time. you needed to be bejeweled, but you were always held back by a ball and chain in the form of your fiancé.

“well, if anything, i hope i remember how to play properly, so don’t worry.” suga said to put you at ease.

“why, you rusty?” you question him.

“perhaps.” he jokingly shrugged.

“guess i’ll have to be the judge of that. might whip up some popcorn, who knows?” you tease. “need some entertainment better than the youtube videos i watch during my usual lunch.”

“well, i guess i’ll have to put on a real show for you.” suga smirked.

“i’ll keep that in mind, sugawara.”

•••

while the employees were getting ready to head downstairs for the match, suga was called in for a quick interview with the documentary crew before the inevitable chaos went down. he didn’t find it to be suspicious as everyone was asked questions too, but there was an inkling in his gut that the crew had an ulterior motive questioning him.

“thoughts on playing in the match?”

“ah, i don’t know. i’m just here for some fun, not competition. i’m not trying to take it that seriously. it’s not high school anymore, it’s just a game.” suga said in response to the question, then immediately cringed at his own answer. “oof, i sound like tsukishima. yikes.”

“you’re not worried about ryo?” whoop, there it is. he knew they were onto him when it came to you. suga should’ve known to stop his pining stares while all those cameras were on all of you over eight hours a day.

“huh?” he furrowed his eyebrows before rolling his eyes when the documentary crew gave him a look in hopes he’d spill. “oh, don’t look at me like that. i’m outta here.”

•••

everyone followed ukai to the parking lot to see a volleyball net smack dab in the middle of the sea of cars. his grandfather came while everyone was working to put it all together, and he seemed to have put it in the worst spot possible.

“this… is what you’ve set up?” you question ukai.

with the way the net was set up, it was prime real estate for a ball to fly in the wrong direction and break someone’s window. it was an overpriced repair bill just begging to happen, and none of you got paid enough to throw around money so easily.

“um, hello, my grandfather gave me the hookup.” he rolled his eyes. “amateurs.”

“but it’s outside.” you say, hoping ukai would get the point, but of course, he doesn’t.

“so?”

“in the middle of the parking lot.” you add.

“there’s enough wiggle room, what’s the problem?” ukai shrugged. god, he was clueless.

“to add onto what y/n is saying, some—if not all—of us would like our windows to be intact by the end of the day.” tsukishima said before walking away from the group, leaving ukai unaware of his intentions.

“hey, tsukishima, where are you going?” he called out.

“moving my car?” tsukishima replied with a heap of sass. “god, i don’t get paid enough for this shit.”

“you better come back!” ukai yelled, his words falling on deaf ears. “i need a tall bitch like you for blocking!”

“i’m gonna move my car too…” yamaguchi said sheepishly then followed tsukishima to do the same as him.

in a shocking event, everyone agreed with tsukishima for once and didn’t think he was being hyper-negative for no reason. one by one, almost everyone went to move their cars. some stayed behind, like you, tanaka, and a few others, but ukai began to feel discouraged and worried that his dream match wouldn’t occur.

“suga! everyone! come on!” he whined, hoping they’d come back.

“boss, sir, i can assure you that i can handle balls better than tsukishima.” tanaka said with utmost confidence, thinking his words would make ukai feel better. it only ended up making you resist the urge to laugh, and you had to quickly collect yourself before you did the wrong thing.

“but…” ukai pouted.

“don’t worry, everyone’s coming back, ukai.” you assure him, seeing tsukishima and yamaguchi start to walk back to the group, then daichi and nishinoya, and so forth.

seeing what everyone was doing, your fiancé ryo wanted to hop on the bandwagon, but was a little too “preoccupied” to do so. “babe, can you move the car? i’m in the middle of stretching here and i need to be in top shape for the match.”

“uh, yeah, sure…”

•••

“it’s an unofficial volleyball match in the middle of an office parking lot, not the olympics. what do you need to be in top shape for?” you rant before doing the same thing suga did in his interview earlier. “wow, i sound like tsukki, don’t i?”

“suga said something similar earlier.” a crew member said, mainly to hopefully stir the pot.

“what, did he say something pessimistic like him too?” you question. the crew nodded in response.

“huh. interesting.”

•••

once the whole parking lot ordeal was over with, it was finally time to put this game together. ukai began yelling around like he was some sort of professional coach, which raised questions.

“alright! let’s get into positions everyone!” he hollered. “i need a setter, middle blocker, wing spikers—”

“woah, woah, woah. what position are you gonna play?” daichi interrupted him with the question that was on quite literally everyone’s minds.

“you guys thought i was playing?” ukai questioned as if it were some sort of massive shock.

“uh… yeah?” daichi furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “why else are you dressed like that?”

“is this not what volleyball coaches wear?” ukai asked. what’s ironic about ukai’s look was that he was dressed like a volleyball player, not a coach. whatever sporting goods store employee told him that was a good look on him would remain a mystery, unfortunately.

“they probably wear tracksuits or something, i don’t know.” nishinoya shrugged.

“hm, i oughta look into those.”

“so, who’s playing what?” yamaguchi spoke up, considering they were wasting precious company time. “we need a starting lineup and the warehouse guys are scaring me…”

“well, i can be setter and tsukishima can be middle blocker.” suga volunteered, his words met with an eye roll from tsukishima.

“oh, boy, i wonder why that is.” he scoffed.

“aren’t you a tall bitch who can block?” suga crossed his arms.

“you doubt me, sugawara?” tsukishima questioned him.

“maybe.” he replied, resisting the urge to smirk.

“i’m blocking the hell out of those warehouse guys.” tsukishima said with determination as he rolled up his sleeves. it was manipulation at its finest, and suga wasn’t ashamed of using it for today. unfortunately, not everyone was happy with the results.

“aw, i wanted to be middle blocker.” hinata pouted, having not given the chance to speak up before.

“eh, maybe later, hinata.” suga said, although the chances were quite slim.

“pft, as if you’d let shorty ever be middle blocker.” kageyama snickered.

“i’m not short, i’m fun sized!” hinata exclaimed.

“who even says that anymore?!”

“shut up, you—”

hinata and kageyama then did what they do best, aka start arguing like a married couple out of nowhere. suga and daichi had to break the two up, and while daichi struggled with kageyama, asahi came to his rescue and threw him over his shoulder effortlessly. everyone watched asahi with amazement, including you, but he was quite oblivious to the looks of awe.

“anyways. who’s got ideas?”

everybody was too busy standing there shell shocked until you spoke up with an idea of your own, one that made perfect sense in your eyes. “well, i think daichi should be captain of the office team. he’s really good at handling chaos.”

“you think so, y/n?” daichi asked, touched that you thought so highly of him.

“well, you just handled husband and wife over there. plus, if you can handle those knuckleheads too,” you say, pointing to tanaka and nishinoya. “then yeah, i definitely think so.”

“we are NOT knuckleheads—”

“quiet, you two.” kiyoko cut them off.

“yes, kiyoko.” tanaka and nishinoya say in unison. it was just too easy.

the idea of daichi being captain was in agreement with all of the office employees, but there was still more to figure out before everyone could start playing. “well, if i’m captain, then i think i should have a say in who’s doing what.”

“actually, that’s my job, daichi.” ukai tried to say before he was shut down by asahi, who spoke in a low tone.

“daichi should decide.”

“okayyesjustdon’tkillme.” ukai said quickly.

asahi turned his head and stared into the camera confused.

•••

“he’s always gonna be scared of me, isn’t he?” asahi said with a pout then let out a sigh. “even yachi doesn’t scream in terror when i walk into a room anymore…”

•••

after plenty of debating, the office workers had finally put together their team. daichi as captain and right-wing spiker, suga as setter, tsukishima as middle blocker, tanaka as left-wing spiker, nishinoya as libero, and then asahi as the team’s ace. it had all been so carefully crafted, so they hoped it would be worth it in the end. they all even considered going out for a drink after work if they won too, but everyone was getting too ahead of themselves. they had a match to win.

both teams lined up together on opposite ends, ukai instructing his employees to stand up straight and give their best intimidating look, but they weren’t all that up for it. thankfully for tsukishima and asahi, that was their usual resting face anyway.

kiyoko stood in the middle of the court, taking on the role of scorekeeper for this little event. she did the same during the controversial office olympics, so it was no question of whether she’d do it again today. besides, she loved the power she held right now.

“alright, captains in the middle of the court, please!” kiyoko called out. daichi took a step forward while ryo, the captain for the warehouse team, did the same. “the match will be best two out of three. each captain will pick a side of the coin and whichever side it lands on gets to serve first.”

“i call heads!” ryo claimed over-excitedly, as if the coin toss were the real competition.

“tails, please.” daichi said calmly.

kiyoko grinned happily as she flipped the coin, landing in daichi’a favor, much to her amusement. “it’s tails. daichi, your team will serve first.”

“asahi, it’s your time to shine.” daichi pointed to asahi.

“on it!” he replied, gripping the ball in his hands as he prepared for his first serve.

“alright, guys, let’s go! show me what you’re made of!” ukai yelled from the sidelines as he clapped his hands together, taking on this newfound role as coach seriously, even if no one cared for what he had to say.

ignoring ukai, asahi tossed the ball into the air and performed a flawless ace serve, proving his title as ace was well deserved. everyone in the parking lot was at a lot for words over how effortlessly he pulled that off, especially ukai whose jaw could practically reach the floor.

•••

“i would just like to put on the record that i have never once doubted asahi.” ukai said with utmost confidence, despite the documentary crew having many doubts. “never scared of the guy. never ever. i love that man. he’s my favorite employee, actually.”

•••

the match went back and forth, with your fiancé carrying the warehouse team on his back as they weren’t all that enthused to be on the same team as him. you stood on the sidelines with ukai, taking over as temporary scorekeeper while kiyoko and yachi went into the office building for snacks and waters from the vending machines.

“we’re back!” yachi beamed, skipping towards you while kiyoko held a stack of two boxes; one with drinks and the other with snacks.

“sorry it took so long.” kiyoko said as she set the boxes down. “hopefully you had no trouble?”

“there was a little argument over whether the ball was out or not, but otherwise, it was fine.” you shrugged. in the end, you decided no one got a point, which while controversial, was ultimately the right move.

“good. yachi and i got a bunch of bags of popcorn from the vending machine. want some?” kiyoko asked.

“ooh!” you gasp, hoping they had your favorite. “is it the sweet corn kind?”

“no, they ran out because yamaguchi is always eating them all.” yachi giggled while yamaguchi blushed out of embarrassment.

“really, dude?” you pouted. first your yogurt, now this? the guy was secretly a menace, no matter how innocent he looked.

“i’m sorry…” he looked down.

“ah, it’s fine.” you sigh. “i’ll just take whatever you got. thanks, you two.”

as you start chowing down on a bag a popcorn, your attention is back on the match just in time to watch suga set the ball to tsukishima, who in turn grants the office team another point effortlessly. tsukishima merely shrugged after spiking the ball, but everyone on the office side, including you, cheered the small victory. you particularly yelled out suga’s name and gave him a thumbs up for setting the ball so nicely, which caught the attention of your fiancé, and he sure wasn’t pleased.

kiyoko raised an eyebrow over your cheers, not trying to stir the pot, but couldn’t help but be curious over where your loyalties lie. “so, which team are you rooting for? i thought you’d be a little biased towards ryo, but…”

“huh?” you question. “oh, i’m not really rooting for anyone in particular…”

“oh, okay…”

oof. you’re such a bad liar.

now it was ryo’s turn to serve. still fuming from giving your attention to suga, he served the ball with excessive force. thankfully for your team, nishinoya saved the ball, impressing everyone. now that you thought about it, your coworkers seemed to be a little too good at volleyball to just be casual players.

when the ball came back to the office side, tanaka spiked it and scored. he then proceeded to act like a maniac by ripping his shirt off and obnoxiously waving it around, undoubtedly in hopes to woo kiyoko.

“are you falling head over heels yet, kiyoko?” you nudge and tease her, but she wasn’t going to falter.

“blegh. disgusting.” she fake gagged. despite her words, kiyoko couldn’t help but wonder since when tanaka was so ripped.

•••

“i was NOT blushing. tanaka is gross. and annoying. and stupid. and… oh no.” kiyoko ran out of the room without another word, ashamed of her newfound attraction.

•••

after the end of a difficult first set, the office team was in the lead. before continuing onto the second set, everyone took a little water break as they needed to hydrate and recuperate. while everyone conversed with one another in little groups, you walked over to ryo to hand him a water bottle, and he grabbed it quite aggressively, taking you by surprise.

“okay then.” you mutter and look down, trying to avoid his eyes, but it wouldn’t work.

“i thought you were gonna root for me, not quicksilver and the x-men over there.” his petty statement almost made you think there was no way he could be serious right now, but based off your fiancé’s track record, he was oh so serious. it was ridiculous, really. was it a crime to cheer for your friends? in his eyes, yes, it was.

“i’m just trying to cheer for everyone.” you try reasoning with him, even if there was no point. “sorry that wasn’t clear, i guess.”

“yeah, well maybe consider your fiancé next time.” ryo scoffed as he walked away from you, tossing his now empty water bottle to the side.

without trying, suga overheard the conversation clear as day. you could almost sense his presence from far behind you. but when you look over to him, he quickly turned his head away and acted like he wasn’t listening.

the negative thoughts that swam in your head were interrupted by ukai announcing that the second set would start. you just wanted to have fun today, and you would still try to do exactly that. screw what ryo had to say, right?

as the second set began, yamaguchi came in to pinch serve for daichi after politely asking for just one chance to do so. daichi, being the total sweetheart he is, obviously said yes and told him to do his thing. yamaguchi could feel his hands shake violently as he walked over to the makeshift court, but let his anxieties fade away when yachi gave him a thumbs up.

while his serve wasn’t perfect, the ball thankfully managed to go over the net. the warehouse team tried spiking the ball, but thanks to a triple block from suga, tsukishima, and tanaka, the ball dropped onto the warehouse side, allowing the office team to score.

you without hesitation cheer for suga and the office team extra loud this time. even if you were acting a little extra, you decided not to care about it right now. you knew you’d hear plenty about it later, but that was a future you problem. at least, that’s what you thought.

ryo was boiling with anger now, so when it came for his chance to spike the ball, he slammed it right in suga’s face, knocking him to the ground instantly. it put the entire game on pause as everyone was frozen in shock over what just happened. ryo tried to chest bump his fellow warehouse guys since he scored (although unfairly), but they weren’t feeling it whatsoever because of suga clearly looking like he was in pain.

“suga!” you gasp as you and your coworkers rush to his side.

“man down! we got a man down!” ukai yelled, drumming out the theatrics as per usual.

everyone tried inspecting suga like a guinea pig, words overlapping as they all tried speaking at the same time. he grew frustrated over the sudden treatment, throwing his hands up in the air to make it all stop.

“guys, i’m fine, i’m fine!” suga insisted, trying his best to ignore the pain.

“suga, your nose is bleeding!” nishinoya pointed out. suga swiped his fingers under his nose and watched as droplets of blood fell onto his skin, shocked as he couldn’t feel himself bleeding at all.

“oh my god, he’s dying!” ukai cried out dramatically.

“shut up!”

god, all you could think of was how this was an utter disaster.

•••

“this is all my fault, isn’t it? i should’ve just kept my mouth shut…” you say to the camera with a frown.

•••

while the game was on pause, the office team tried to figure out how they were going to move forward. suga sat there with tissues plugged up his nose, although kiyoko insisted he put pressure on it to stop the bleeding. however, he was insistent on getting back onto the court, but his teammates had other plans.

“suga, you should sit out for awhile.” daichi said, as much as it pained him to say it. “at least until your nose stops bleeding.”

“but…” he pouted, looking over to you. you knew he was having so much fun up until this point. even if it wasn’t a serious match, it was nice seeing him so happy doing something he was good at. suga wanted to see you look so proud of him, but he couldn’t do that with an active nosebleed.

“it’s okay.” you reassure him, and only because you said it was okay, suga surrendered.

“okay.” he sighed, trying to quickly think of a new plan for the team, and he had a lightbulb almost instantly. “kageyama?”

“huh? me?” kageyama questioned.

“i need you to take over.” suga said. “i know you’re good at volleyball. way better than me.”

“well, i haven’t played since college, but—” he shrugged before acting cocky. “oh, alright. don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“if sugawara’s out, can i be out too?” tsukishima raised his hand. he wanted no parts on this nonsense anymore. with good reason, you thought.

“tsukki, you’re literally fine. get your tall ass back out there.” ukai said, seeing no reason why he should quit now.

“yamaguchi, punch me in the face.” tsukishima spoke without hesitation while yamaguchi immediately protested against the idea.

“eh?! no way!”

“okay, i’ll make your little girlfriend do it. come on, yachi.” he said.

“girlfriend?!” yachi exclaimed, her cheeks burning red.

“nobody’s punching you, tsukki!” yamaguchi yelled.

“fine, i’ll do it myself—”

“no, no, no!” yamaguchi and yachi immediately tried to stop him together, swatting tsukishima’s fists away from his face. thankfully, their efforts weren’t in vain as there was no reason for him to inflict harm on himself.

“i can take tsukishima’s place!” hinata leaped and waved his hand for everyone’s attention. it was almost like a record scratch as they all froze in placed and turned to an overenthusiastic hinata.

“huh?!” kageyama gawked. “as if!”

“you don’t know what i’m capable of, kageyama!” he huffed, crossing his arms and pouting like a child.

“daichi, it’s your call.” tanaka said.

daichi put some thought into it for a second, and that second consisted of the words “fuck it, we ball” entering his brain. “let’s see what you got.”

“yay!” hinata jumped for joy, as opposed to kageyama’s despair.

“i hate my life…” he groaned.

•••

“are you excited about playing in the match?”

“excited? excited is an understatement! i’m so…” hinata paused, trying to think of a better word, but failed to do so. “excited! oh man, i need a better word for excited…”

•••

finally, the second set continued. it was pretty rusty for the office team at first as they struggled with the new lineup, and it irritated everyone to no end, especially kageyama.

“god, hinata! you suck!” he groaned in frustration. kageyama was a star setter all throughout his youth, so being matched up with hinata was quite literally his worst nightmare. his fireball of a coworker was too giddy and overhyped to actually hit the ball. instead, hinata always jumped too high to spike the ball in time before it fell to the ground.

“no, you suck! your sets are terrible!” hinata argued. “i thought you were “king of the court”? give me something good, at least!”

“oh, i’ll give you something good, pipsqueak…” kageyama muttered under his breath, cracking his knuckles in preparation to bring on the power.

as the match kept rotating, suga returned to the parking lot after cleaning up in the building bathroom. his nose was cleared up now, but he wasn’t too antsy to return playing just yet. instead, he walked over to you and stood with you while as you continued watching the match from the sidelines.

suga tapped your shoulder, and without him saying a word, you instantly knew it was him standing beside you. of course, your first thought was his well-being as you were ridden with guilt. “suga! are you feeling okay?”

“yeah, i’m okay.” he assured you. “been through worse, no doubt.”

“are you gonna get back in the game then?” you ask him.

“no… i think i should sit the rest of this out. let you root for someone other than me.” suga replied. you knew he had to have heard your conversation with ryo earlier. now you were just embarrassed. you didn’t want him to hear that, and he must have known what ryo did to him was on purpose, you were sure of it.

“yeah, okay, sure…” you frown.

when you turn your attention back to the match, kageyama had given hinata the perfect set. his eyes were so clearly set on the ball, and despite being in the back row, he rushed out of everyone’s way and jumped so high it left the warehouse team frozen in shock. when he spiked the ball, it slammed so hard against the ground that it ricocheted out of sight, and the sound startled all of you.

with the ball gone, no one knew what to do. everyone’s attention turned to hinata, and he couldn’t help but feel like he just did something bad. the stares were killing him. “am i in trouble?”

“trouble? no, no, no.” ukai shook his head. “you just won the game.”

“what? no fair!” ryo instantly complained. the other warehouse guys weren’t all that pressed, just him. but what else are you supposed to play with when there’s no ball?

“we lost our only ball and you were losing anyway! office team wins!” ukai announced, and the office workers immediately roared with excitement. they all lifted hinata into the air and chanted his name, thanking him for not only ending this monstrosity, but also granting them victory.

despite the lively mood, you couldn’t find it in your heart to be happy for your fellow office employees. you wanted to show your happiness for them so badly, but what happened with ryo and suga remained ingrained in your mind. when your eyes meet ryo’s angry gaze, you decided it was best if you just stayed silent.

suga’s focus wasn’t on the celebrations anymore, it was on you. like always, he could read that sad look on your face so easily. he knew, and suga could only hope that one day you’d escape those shackles, even if it meant you didn’t end up in his arms. he just wanted you to be happy.

but regardless of everyone’s excitement, the mood had to be ruined one way or another. “alright, now everyone get back to work!”

“boo!”

•••

“the great thing about sports is that it’s all about character,” ukai began, speaking as if he were giving an inspirational speech. “and you can learn lessons about life even if you don't win… but we did win because we were ahead, so ha!”

“you didn’t do anything, ukai.”

“that’s what she said.” he winked to the camera, resulting in the first of many eye rolls and face palms from the camera crew to occur.

•••

(bonus scene)

later that day, everyone had went home for the night, but you had stayed for a little while longer as ukai needed some extra work done from you on such short notice. you went to the break room for one last cup of coffee before leaving, but there laid a note on the table, one with your name on it.

“thanks for being my biggest fan today. i hadn’t been so excited about volleyball in the longest time and i really appreciate it.

—suga.

ps. check the fridge. you forgot something.”

you furrow your eyebrows in confusion before opening the fridge. inside, there was a yogurt with a sticky note that read “y/n” on it. when you removed the sticky note, it was your favorite, and then you remembered what happened that night ryo called you on your way to the bus stop with suga. you forgot the yogurt he bought you at the convenience store.

ryo would never remember things like that, but suga always did. if only ryo could be like him. if you could only be with suga instead.

oh.

“fuck.” you curse to yourself before realizing you were still being filmed. “you guys can censor that, right?”

“just don’t tell ukai.”

“easy.” you say. what wouldn’t be easy, however, was navigating this newfound revelation.

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honey-makki · 4 years ago

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brainrot kinktober- 10/6

blue encens

Car Sex: Hinata Shoyo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: semi public sex, oral (m. receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk

word count: 1.7k

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Hinata hasn’t been back in Japan for long and it’s obvious. His skin much darker from days playing volleyball in the sun. The white tee he’s wearing sits much tighter on his arms than it used to, leaving little to the imagination as it stretches across his chest. His distressed black jeans are the perfect combination to the almost too tight shirt, giving you a taste of skin showing at the thigh and knee that left you wanting more.

He glanced over at you to see if you had put the finishing touches on your makeup before calling an uber. You’re checking angles in the fluorescent light. A smile graces his face as he takes your figure in, just happy to finally be back home with you, be in the same room with you. The uber is ordered as he runs a hand through his hair thinking about how grateful he was to have the opportunity to play for MSBY and to be with you again. The years away were painful.

Trotting over to him when you are satisfied with your appearance and you plop a sweet kiss on his lips, nothing but excitement at the prospect of going out with the team as a welcome party. You knew that Hinata wouldn’t be drinking or want to stay too long since he had a one on one meeting with the athletic trainers and nutritionists in the morning before the afternoon practice. That won’t stop the rest of the boys as they have time to sleep off a potential hangover, and it certainly won’t stop you from celebrating your boyfriend’s return.

The long ride to the club passes quickly as he blabbers about how the city has changed but somehow stayed the same, just like how he still has his childish sense of wonder about him. By the time you arrive, the rest of the team is in the area they reserved, knocking back drinks and joking around. Bokuto is the first to spot Hinata and bounds over picking him up in a big hug. The scene is cute, long time friends reuniting and Hinata introducing you with adoration dripping from very word.

The team welcomes you into their group with ease, pestering you for embarrassing stories about Hinata, taking group shots regularly. Atsumu wants to go dance and a few others agree, you look to Hinata to see what his choice is, ready to follow his lead as the night is about him. So there you are, in the middle of the dance floor, no one you recognize insight with Hinata behind you gripping your hips.

The music is flowing through your body as you sway grinding into the man behind you whos matching your every movement with just as much enthusiasm. His time in Brazil for sure has made him a better dancer. That, or you are drunk and very much in love with your boyfriend. His hands start roaming the longer you stay on the floor. Sliding up and down your thighs, one sneaking up to cup your boob.

Between the heat from everyone crowded around you, the tequila flowing through your veins, and how Hinata was touching you, it’s fair to say you were getting hot. It’s been years since he had his hands on you and both of you were feeling the lust building up. If you were sober you would have moved his hands to a more respectable place, but in your tipsy state, you just ground back harder and moved a hand back to grip his hair. His scent, smoky incense and traces of cardamom and cinnamon flood your nose, overpowering the stench of sweat and spilled drinks of the club.

He places a few kisses along the back of your neck and it isn’t until he starts sucking a mark near your ear do you move to stop him. “Hinata, I need you to calm down, your hands are moving a little too freely and its a lot.” You hope the tone of your voice explains what you mean, because the thought of explaining just how horny you were in the middle of a club mortified you.

“I couldn’t keep my hands off you even if I wanted to, sunshine. I think it might be time for us to leave.” He grinds into you a little harder and you can feel his erection evident against your ass. Your movements cease as you realize your effect on him and he grabs your hand leading you towards the door as he orders an uber with his other hand. Neither of you giving a second thought about saying goodbye to his teammates.

You climb into the spacious black car, and see that the car even has a partition installed, did Hinata call an Uber Lux just to take you home for sex? You shoot him a questioning glance, but your features melt into a smile as you see him just staring at you with love. As soon as you buckle in he pulls you in for a deep kiss, hands intertwined with each other’s hair.

It doesn’t take long for him to move down your body reaching in your dress to grope your chest his other hand finding its way to your ass just under the hem. He knows what he’s doing to you, so in retaliation, your start palming his cock straining against his jeans. You pull back and see how flushed he looks, eyes wide and hungry for you.

He pulls you in for what you expect to be another make out, but its just one kiss and a pained plea against your lips “Suck?” You glance down and see how hard he is and paired with the lust you’ve been building for years, you comply, desperately unbuttoning his jeans to get access to his cock.

Quickly taking the head in your mouth, precum mixing with the aftertaste of tequila and lime. You bob your head down at what should be a comfortable speed, but the combination of alcohol and being in a moving car, it makes you dizzy. You slow to a pace that is comfortable for you but probably painfully teasing for Hinata who is desperately chasing his high.

He carefully gathers some of your hair in one hand to grip, a soft ‘can I?’ tumbles out of his lips and you hum around his shaft knowing what he has in mind. He starts to thrust up into your mouth in a pace comparable to your original one, unrelenting in speed. Your jaw hurts from being stretched out, but the tequila dulls the pain, and honestly, its worth it./The soft grunts tumbling out of his mouth morph into groaned curses that leave you squeezing your thighs together. Looking for some friction against your needy cunt through your drenched underwear.

His eyes are locked on you and your body. so compliant for him. the body he’s imagined teasing and tasting for years and with the recognition that he finally can do that, he cums unexpectedly down your throat.

He unbuckles you and pulls you into his lap, sitting between his legs. He peppers kiss down the back of your neck, thanking you for making him feel so good and praising you for being such a good girl. His hands spread your thighs apart and one dips beneath your dress. Eyes fluttering shut at the contact on your clothed cunt.

“Can’t wait to be home with y- you, Sho.” Your voice is barely more than a whispered plead to the driver to go faster.

“Who says we need to wait?”

You turn back to face him, suddenly much more sober than you were two minutes prior. “Shoyo! We can’t! The driver will see us!”

He turns the rest of your body so you are straddling him. He whispers into your ear, “This car has a partition, darling.” His tone is daring and enticing, if it didn’t sell you on being fucked in the back seat of an uber, Hinata rolling his hips into yours did. You fumble to help him pull his jeans down and move your underwear to the side.

The stretch hurts but it’s what you’ve been wanting, the familiarity rushing back to you, fiting in your cunt like it was made just for you, filling you to the brim and rubbing against your sweet spot on every deep thrust. If it weren’t for the two fingers Hinata shoved in your mouth before you sunk down on his cock the whole city would have heard your moan.

“You’ll need to cum fast if you don’t want our driver to see you. Looks like traffic is lightening up and we are getting close to home.” It’s a challenge and your walls clench around him at the mere thought of being caught in such a position. He helps lift you up and down on him every thrust deep and hitting deep inside of you just like you want. The coil that’s been building in your stomach since dancing with him on the floor is almost unbearably tight.

His mouth his on your chest just leaving kisses and love marks along anything exposed, committing your body back to memory. When he sees familiar streets, he moves one hand from your thigh to rub your clit, tight and precise circles with his callused fingers drive you close and closer to the edge.

“Hmm, not gonna cum? Did you just want to get caught being fucked in a car like a good little whore? If that’s what you want, who am I to stop you?” His words are all for talk, but they send you over the edge into a violent orgasm, with an embarrassingly loud moan that the uber driver most definitely heard. You can’t focus on that though, not when it feels like lightning is crackling through your body leaving you breathless.

He helps get you put together enough to walk inside as the uber pulls up to your place. You mumble an embarrassed thanks to Hinata for helping you cum, while you walk to the door

“I would never let some random man see my sunshine.” He kisses your head before pushing you inside the door and towards the bedroom.

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seijorhi · 4 years ago

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Hi, I saw ur post about requests closing soon so I figured I’d give ya another, but it’s okay if ya don’t get to it anytime soon since you have so many!! Can I request Yandere Suga and Daichi with a fem! darling who’s oblivious to them, and they both maintain the image of friends in front of others but they’re actually fighting each other for your love, but then you start dating someone else and they both team up? I 💕 your writing so much, I’m excited to see what you do 😌

Yes of course bby! Hope you like it 💕

Daichi Sawamura x female reader, Sugawara Koushi x female reader

TW implied non-con, slight nsfw, manipulation, abuse of power (kinda), minor violence, mentions of grief

Tug O’ War

You meet Daichi first, on the outskirts of Miyagi thanks to a blown tyre and a dead phone battery. It’s just after nine pm and you’re ready to resign yourself to abandoning your car and hiking the rest of the way when the police cruiser pulls up, and sitting behind the wheel is Officer Daichi.

Sawamura, he tells you on the drive into town.

“So I take it you’re not from around here?” he asks, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

There’s a small smile adorning his face, but you know he’s just being polite, trying to break the somewhat awkward silence between the two of you. Truth be told you don’t mind the quiet. With his radio playing quietly in the background, you’re still trying to sort through your thoughts, prepare yourself for what’s waiting for you when you arrive.

But that’s not his problem, and you don’t want to be rude, so you shake your head with a faint smile of your own. “I am actually… or I was, I guess. I moved away after high school.”

A lone eyebrow quirks, “Oh yeah? So what brings you back to Miyagi then? Family?”

Fingers twist in your lap.

“… Something like that.”

Maybe it’s because of the nerves eating away at your stomach, or maybe it’s just been a while since you’ve been back, but the drive to your sister’s house feels like it takes longer than it should. Daichi makes easy conversation the whole drive, and by the time you pull up out front of your old childhood home you find yourself glad of the temporary reprieve.

“Thank you. For the lift, I mean,” you tell him, standing awkwardly off to the side as he lifts your suitcase out of the trunk and passes it over to you. “I would have been up for one hell of a walk if you hadn’t come along.”

He grins down at you, laughing not unkindly, “It is kind of my job, but you’re welcome. I could hardly leave you stranded, now could I?”

You open your mouth to reply, but before you can speak a word the front door of the house is thrown open and a tiny figure barrels out onto the front lawn. You have a split second to brace yourself before impact, tiny arms wrapping around your middle, “Auntie!!!”

A bewildered Daichi watches as you smile (genuinely, perhaps for the first time that night), ruffling the boy’s hair. “Hey buddy, how’s my favourite little man?”

Glancing up, you spy your sister standing in the open doorway and your smile fades a touch. Your nephew’s already excitedly chattering, blissfully oblivious to the situation - a minor miracle in and of itself - as he eagerly tugs you back up towards the house.

It’s only when you’re halfway up the driveway that you remember Daichi.

A glance back over your shoulder confirms your suspicion - he’s still standing there, watching the odd display with a slightly confused expression, though to his credit he manages to quickly school his features back into something a touch more befitting an officer of the law when he realises he’s been caught.

“Thank you again, really. I appreciate it. You’re kinda my hero tonight.”

He nods, and it might be a trick of the dim light, but you swear you see his cheeks flush pink, “Anytime.”

Just as he promised, your car is picked up by a local towing company the very next morning before you’re even out of bed. The tyre is replaced without too much fuss, but when you go to pay, the mechanic simply shakes his head and tells you it’s all been taken care of.

You make a mental note to swing by the station and thank Daichi (again) in person.

***

It’s only fitting, you suppose, that you meet Suga a few days later.

Thursday’s your sister works late, which leaves you to pick your nephew up from school. You’re thankful that they’re already aware of the situation, nobody questions why a veritable stranger is passing through the gates - at least, not after your nephew perks up at the sight of you, shouting your name as he hastily tries to shove his arms through his backpack. In his excitement he almost trips - would have tripped - if not for the silver haired man who catches him before he can stumble, setting him right with a shake of his head.

“Please slow down, Daisuke. You’ll hurt yourself,” he chastises gently.

Your nephew pouts, and you can’t help but chuckle a little as he ducks his head in shame as you approach. “Hey bud, did you have a good day?”

Hazel eyes regard you curiously as your nephew clings to your legs, nodding before burying his face into your side.

“You must be Y/N,” the man - Daisuke’s teacher you can only assume - says as he straightens up.

Considering your nephew had all but screamed it across the courtyard, there’s not really a need to confirm it, but you nod anyway, accepting his hand when he offers it.

He’s tall and handsome - though maybe handsome’s the wrong word. Pretty, maybe - his features are soft and delicate, with long eyelashes and eyes you could quite easily lose yourself in, truth be told.

“His mother told us you’d be coming by every now and then to pick him up. It’s nice to finally meet you, I’m Sugawara, Daisuke’s teacher.” He pauses, biting his lip for a moment before exhaling quietly. “I’m sorry, by the way, about…”

You’re quick to wave him off, ignoring the painful tug in your chest, “Please, it’s- I-I’m not… It’s fine.”

It’s very much not.

Even as you say the words your hand finds its way to Daisuke’s hair, stroking it gently as his grip tightens. You’ve never been good at dealing with grief, your own or anybody else’s, but you can’t stand the platitudes - even those with the best of intentions.

Sugawara frowns faintly but he doesn’t push you and desperate to change the subject you force a smile on your face, “So, you’re the famous Suga I’ve heard so much about! He absolutely adores you, you know? You’re almost all he talks about at home.”

He laughs, and just like that you feel the tension in the air dissipate. “Oh, is that so? I guess I could say the same about you. I’ve heard nothing but ‘auntie Y/N’ all week.”

Your cheeks heat, and you gaze fondly down at the boy still clinging to your side. “He’s a good kid.”

Daisuke chooses that moment to pipe up, launching into a detailed recount of his day, much to your and Suga’s mutual amusement.

And neither you nor Daisuke notice that while you’re engrossed in his retelling, Sugawara’s pretty hazel eyes are focused on you, a soft smile playing across his lips.

Thursday afternoon pick ups quickly morph into Tuesday, Thursday and Friday afternoon pick ups as well as Monday morning drop offs, and you don’t mind one bit. For one, you know that your sister appreciates it more than she lets on and you would do anything to make this even the slightest bit easier for her, and it gives you a bit more time to spend with Daisuke, which you’ve missed more than you care to admit.

Also because whenever you do stop by to pick him up, Suga - Koushi, as he keeps insisting you call him - makes it his personal mission to strike up a conversation, whether he’s out there supervising the kids or not.

He’s friendly and warm and has a surprising habit of making you laugh at the most unexpected things, and you can’t help but find yourself being reeled in by the silver haired man. It doesn’t hurt that Daisuke thinks he hangs the moon in the sky, but there’s just something about Suga that’s… easy.

He doesn’t push. Doesn’t poke or pry. You still have a few friends in Miyagi, but the conversations inevitably end up circling back to what happened and how you’re holding up. You don’t blame them, you know they’re only worried about you, but it’s exhausting. Suga’s a breath of fresh air, and you hadn’t realised how desperate you were for a friend who didn’t know all the grizzly details.

Though being Daisuke’s teacher, he undoubtedly does.

But Suga seems content to pretend, until the day you arrive sniffling, eyes rimmed in red and unable to muster your usual smile.

That’s when the facade breaks, and he takes you back inside the classroom away from all the prying eyes of the other parents and lets you fall apart on his shoulder. You should be mortified, but you suppose that Suga’s probably uniquely equipped at dealing with emotional outbursts, considering he spends his days surrounded by six year olds.

“He was like my big brother,” you whisper after a while, your voice shattered and raw. “I miss him so much.”

He doesn’t say a word but his grip tightens and he hums quietly, and that’s enough.

***

A week after you get settled, you swing by the local police station with two coffees in hand and timidly ask the uniformed officer sitting at the front desk if Daichi’s around. The man looks at you, looks at the two drinks in your hands and grins a little too widely.

“Good ol’ Daichi, eh?” he winks, “Yeah, he won’t be back for a while. Can I help you with anything, ma’am?”

Your cheeks burn. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise considering he’s a police officer and all, but it does and you feel like an absolute idiot. Of course you should have checked before coming, but even if you’d had the foresight to do that, it wasn’t like you had his number.

Thankfully the other officer takes pity on you after you explain why you’re actually there, promising to let Daichi know you stopped by, diligently taking down your number to pass along as well.

True to his word, it’s hours later - well into the afternoon - when your phone lights up with a notification. Several, in fact.

Hey Y/N.

It’s Daichi.

Sawamura.

Srgt. Mokoto said you came to see me today?

Is everything okay??

The corner of your lips quirked up, and you get the sense that Mokoto had likely neglected to tell Daichi the real reason you’d dropped in, probably to make him sweat.

Hey :)

Yeah everything’s fine.

I brought you coffee as a thank you for the other day! Which I maaay have drank myself when you weren’t there…

But let me make it up to you! I can drop by the station if you’re around on wednesday at all?

The reply comes quickly.

Absolutely. 10:30 work?

You shoot back a quick reply confirming and toss your phone on the couch with a sigh.

It buzzes again a moment later, but the text message waiting for you isn’t from Daichi.

So a little birdie tells me you’re back in town.

***

“You know, you really didn’t have to bring me coffee. I meant what I said, it’s part of my job. My boss would have had my ass if I’d just left you stranded there like that.”

You glance over at him with a wry smile. “Yeah? And paying for my new tyre and the towing, is that part of your job too?”

Daichi’s cheeks flush pink and he almost chokes on his sip of coffee. “Ah.”

‘Ah’ indeed. “So considering I doubt you’re going to let me pay you back-”

He lifts a hand to stop you, shaking his head adamantly, “Not a chance. I know the guy who runs the garage, he owes me a favour. It was nothing, really-”

“Then coffee is the least I can do,” you say with an easy shrug. “But I know you’re busy, and I don’t want to keep you too long-”

Daichi’s hand - warm and rough - reaches out to close around your wrist, stopping you before you can stand.

“Stay,” he says, dark eyes glimmering.

***

You’ve forgotten, having spent the last few years living in the heart of Tokyo, just how small a town this really is.

You’re standing out by the school gates watching Daisuke run around with his friends when Suga decides to broach the subject.

“What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“Hmm?” You glance up to find him watching you with that same fond if not mildly exasperated expression on his face. It’s not his fault, not really - you’ve just been a little out of it the past few days.

Thankfully, Suga doesn’t hold it against you, chuckling. “Tomorrow night - are you free?” he repeats.

Your eyes widen a little, cheeks warming. “Um… well I kinda have a… thing earlier, but I should be free by then. Why?”

A silver eyebrow lifts. “A thing?” he prods.

“Just a thing. Why are you being so nosy all of a sudden?”

Suga laughs again, “Well if you’re not still tied up with your thing, I’m having some friends over for drinks for my birthday. You should come.”

Which is how you find yourself standing nervously out the front of Suga’s apartment, a bottle of wine in hand.

When you knock, however, the person who opens the door is not the one you’re expecting. Tall, broad shouldered and handsome, out of uniform for the first time since you’d met him-

“D-Daichi?”

The brunette stares, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape.

“I, uh… I’m- is Suga… Is Sugawara here?” you manage to stutter out, fighting the urge to fidget under his gaze.

His brows furrow, an odd look passing over his eyes, and for one awful moment you think you’ve somehow managed to screw up the address. But before you can embarrass yourself further, a familiar head of silver hair appears behind his shoulder, slapping him on the back.

Relief washes over you. “Suga! Happy birthday!”

Pushing a still somewhat bewildered Daichi out of the way, Suga’s quick to wrap you up in a warm embrace - which takes you by surprise - with a grin. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Your eyes flicker back to Daichi for a split second, and Suga’s follow. He’s more observant than most give him credit for, but even the most oblivious would have a hard time not noticing the blank expression on the brunette’s face - or the way he was still staring at you. “You two… know each other?” he asks, ignoring the teasing and impatient shouts coming from inside the apartment.

Finally, Daichi snaps out of his stupor. “Yeah. We met the night she moved back into town.”

“Which is a polite way of saying that my car basically imploded and he saved me from having to hike all the way back to my sister’s,” you correct, and Daichi huffs in amusement, though he doesn’t disagree. “Suga teaches my nephew,” you tell him, answering the unspoken question written across his face. “I didn’t realise the two of you were friends, though!”

The two share a glance over your shoulder.

“Yep.”

“Small world, I guess.”

You laugh, passing Suga the bottle of wine, allowing Daichi to lead you inside with an innocent hand on your lower back.

There’s a decent few people squashed into Suga’s modest apartment, but somehow you manage to find yourself sitting around his coffee table, Daichi’s arm slung over the back of your seat, Suga sitting opposite you both, discussing - of all things - high school sports.

“Volleyball, huh?”

You can kind of see it. They’re both tall and in great shape - you’re pretty damn certain the muscles Daichi sports aren’t just for show - but it’s more than that. You tilt your head, chewing on your bottom lip. “What school did you say you played for?”

“Karasuno,” Suga says.

It takes a moment for it to click - though you blame that on the drink in your hand that Suga’s dutifully kept topped up - Karasuno… the flightless crows. Ah yes.

A slow smile creeps across your face.

“I saw you play once.”

Both men’s eyes widen, “You did?” Suga asks.

“Yep. The guy I was dating at the time, he played too.” You almost laugh when you glance up to find Daichi frowning at your side, an unexpected tightness in Suga’s usually easy going smile, “It’s okay,” you reassure them, ignoring the traitorous flutter in your stomach, “you guys won. It damn near broke his poor heart.” Not that he’d ever admitted as much out loud.

There’s a short silence, then-

“What team?”

You do laugh at that, “Don’t you think you guys are a little past high school rivalries?”

The ex-captain and setter meet each other’s eyes. Neither speak a word, but something utterly indecipherable passes between them, and when Daichi finally breaks it to glance back at you, there’s a sharp grin plastered across his face.

“Nope.”

You shake your head, feeling like you’ve missed something.

***

Hours later, fresh from a steamy shower, you stumble into bed and grab your phone from the nightstand. Sure enough, two unread messages are waiting for you.

You looked so damned pretty today.

Are you gonna let me take you out to dinner now or am I gonna have to get on my hands and knees and beg?

You smile into your pillow, quickly typing out a reply.

I don’t know, you used to be pretty good on your knees.

Your phone lights up a moment later, a familiar ringtone playing out.

***

Life gets busy after that.

Suga mentions that Daisuke is struggling in class, so you decide to join some of the other parents and volunteer as a ‘class helper’ one afternoon a week. Dai beams whenever you show up, and Suga seems eternally grateful for the extra set of hands - even if it’s just for craft time.

And just when you think you’ve managed to patch one hole, another appears. Miyagi might be a far cry from the hustle and bustle of Tokyo, it’s not immune to the low life creeps that used to hang around your old apartment block in the city - you’re mugged walking back from the store, a bag of groceries for dinner in arm. The guy only hits you once, a blow to the cheek that sends you sprawling to the ground, grabs your bag - the one with your phone and wallet - and runs.

Your sister almost bursts into tears when she sees the cut on your lip, and it’s guilt more than anything else that swells through you when she spends the next twenty minutes berating you for not being careful enough.

You know she doesn’t mean it, you know she’s just scared. The promise falls from your lips before you can stop it, but it’s worth it you think, when her face relaxes and she pulls you into a tight hug.

But when you drop by the station the next morning, Daichi takes one look at you, and you watch in perfect slow motion as that warm smile freezes and falls. You expect the police report he makes you file, though you don’t really hold that much hope that they’re going to get your phone or wallet back, but not the words that come out of his mouth next.

“Self defence classes? Daichi, I...” you exhale with a huff, “don’t you think that’s a little excessive?”

The dark look in Daichi’s eyes as they flicker across your face tells you otherwise. “What if they had a knife, or a gun?”

You would have just thrown your bag and run, you weren’t stupid - your purse wasn’t worth your life, but Daichi doesn’t want to hear a word of it.

“What if your wallet wasn’t all he wanted?” he presses, and you stiffen at the implication. Gentle hands reach across the table to grab yours, the rough pad of his thumb brushing against the back of your palm, “Just you and me, two hours a week, that’s all I’m asking.”

… What now?

“You’re going to teach me?”

“You got somebody better in mind, sweetheart?” he asks with a cocked eyebrow and a wry grin.

It makes sense, you suppose - what with him being a police officer and all.

And between your one on one sessions with him, volunteering at the school with Suga, making sure that Daisuke got to school on time, that the house was cleaned, there was food in the pantry and your sister wasn’t falling apart, you were running on fumes.

Yet when you come home exhausted and aching from Daichi’s place and catch sight of him, casually leaning against your doorway with a bag of takeout and that damned smirk you’d fallen head over heels in love with all those years ago, you can’t help but grin.

“Hey, baby. You hungry?”

Thank goodness for small mercies.

***

They’re more observant than you give them credit for.

Suga notices the way you gingerly stretch to put away the paint supplies one afternoon.

Daichi catches an eyeful of a bruise on your neck as he hovers over you - the makeup you’d used to hide it having rubbed off with the last manoeuvre.

Suga catches you checking your phone more often, smiling softly to yourself.

Where Daichi used to be able to coax you into staying back for a drink, you were quick to finish up and head home, claiming to be tired and hungry. You don’t take him up on his offer for dinner either.

But the final nail in the coffin came in the form of a drawing.

“Dai, who’s that?”

Suga’s crouched by his desk, gazing oddly at the picture your nephew had drawn. The task was simple - draw your family. Daisuke had dutifully done just that; him, his mom, you, and-

“Auntie’s new boyfriend.”

Suga’s eyes snap to yours and you curse your heart for skipping a beat. “I didn’t know you were dating anybody.”

***

Daichi’s fingers tap restlessly on the leather of the steering wheel.

He was supposed to be home twenty minutes ago but when the call came in, he didn’t really have a choice but to answer it. She’d asked specifically for him after all, and even if she hadn’t, the Sergeant would have tossed the case his way regardless.

Mokoto knew how he felt about you.

Spending an hour and a half sitting in your living room while your sister sobbed wasn’t exactly how he’d planned on spending his afternoon, but he supposed it came with the territory. He knows how to do his job properly, though. Listening, asking the right questions, offering sympathy without promising results - it’s nothing he hasn’t had to do before.

“Please Daichi, she- she’s all we have left, I… I can’t-”

It didn’t mean he wasn’t aching to leave with every second that passed.

Of course, it wasn’t a complete waste of time. Through her tears, your sister did manage to give up the name of the guy you were fucking.

A name he certainly recognised from way back in high school. He knows he’s going to enjoy pursuing that particular lead, but as he pulls his car into the driveway and switches the motor off, Daichi shoves the thought aside.

He has other, far more pressing matters to deal with.

His heart thrums like hummingbird’s as he walks up the pathway, nodding politely at his elderly neighbour as he passes.

The sight that greets him inside his living room makes the wait worthwhile.

You, on your knees, stripped down to your pretty, lace underwear, arms cuffed behind your back and your plush lips wrapped around his best friend’s cock.

With his long fingers carefully carding through your hair, Suga coos at you between breathless moans, praising you for being such a good girl for him with every roll of his hips. You’re shaking, trembling as silvery tears spill down your cheeks and when he drops his wallet, phone and keys on the bench and kicks off his shoes, your wide, pleading eyes turn to greet him.

Daichi’s cock stirs in his pants, a rush of excitement and something much, much darker and more primal flooding his veins.

Noticing that he no longer has your full attention, Suga’s eyes follow yours. “You’re late,” he says with a lazy smirk.

Loosening his tie, Daichi huffs out a laugh, “And I see you didn’t bother waiting.”

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