#Koushi Sugawara

[faaaano]

Sugawara 👨‍🏫

I was on vacation so I haven't drawn anything this week 😬💔

[clawsdevour]

̩͙ ͜ ɞ sugawara bf hcs

wc: 0.5k content warning: fluff, slight smut, aged up, post-time skip, my shitty writing, slight mention of praise, not proofread, BOYFRIENNDDD sugawara

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-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to definitely show up at your doorstep with flowers because he walked by a floral shop and a specific bouquet made him think of you. Every date you go on with him, he's also bringing flowers to give upon meeting you.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to cook you some warm yummy soup whenever your sick. Even if you tell him not to visit you when you're sick, he'd always make time to rush over to take care of you and check up on your current condition.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to head over to a grocery store to get your favorite sweets and chocolates to create a little basket whenever you're on your period. He'd also fill all of your period cravings with your faves even if it means running out to the restaurant nearby for your sweet treat.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to always hold the door open for you and pull and push out your chair. He doesn't have to do large grand gestures to show his love when he'd rather do the simple little things consistently to show how he cares for you in other ways.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to post you all over his social media or just genuinely always have your name rolling out of his mouth. He just loves updating his family and friends on your guys' relationship because he wants the whole world to know how lucky he is to be your boyfriend.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to never have his eyes on other women to which he also trusts you to do the same. He'd always tell women who ask for his socials that he has a partner right from the bat nicely. If the women who ask are more pushy, he'd completely remove himself from the room.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to have your parents on their knees begging for him to be their son-in-law. He's very soft-spoken and great with his words and actions. His parents would love him as a person. The plus is how much he'd talk about you and how he'd word his love out.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to go at the most slow and consistent rate because he doesn't wanna cause you any discomfort. He also knows that the gradual build-up lets you feel more than when he goes at a faster pace, loving whenever you sob out how good and sensational it feels when it rubs against your gummy walls.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to praise you when you manage it take it's all in. He'd enter you slowly while peppering his gentle kisses on your skin. His eyes are always laid on your expressive facial features while you let out your cute whimpers and call out for him to kiss you.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to sweet talk you as his big warm arms are wrapped around you under the sheets. He loves having his nose in your hair to smell the scent of the shampoo and conditioner you use.

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[bokutoko]

sugawara knows you’re sick before you do.

he’d had that superpower for years now, and he had it down to a science, practically knowing right when an illness is about to sweep through his classroom and school.

you, however, did not heed his warnings of taking your extra vitamins…

“can you hit me with your car?”

sugawara raised a mildly concerned brow as he cut his eyes at you from the couch. “… why now?”

he really knew better than to ask that question, considering he knew the answer, but there he was, watching as you shuffled into the kitchen, in desperate search of coffee. full of sniffles, you groaned, “to put me out of my misery.”

at the sound of your congestion, despair, and the coffee maker, he perked up and quickly rounded the corner into the kitchen. “hey, hey,” his voice is calm as he smoothly grabbed your favorite mug from the cabinet around you and placed it on the counter, “let’s get you some tea instead of coffee, okay? you sound awful.”

“do i? i hadn’t noticed,” you deadpanned, your eyes glassy and nose slightly red from rubbing it.

despite the screaming temptation to tell you he told you so, he couldn’t bring himself to do it, not when you looked that pitiful. so instead, before you could even argue (because he knew you would try), he ushered you back into your shared bed with a sigh.

“kou—”

he dramatically put his finger to your lips. “sweetheart, you need rest,” he said, helping you slip back under the covers, “are sleepy meds okay?”

you couldn’t even argue, really—you felt like death itself. you nodded, looking up at him from your fetal position in bed.

you watched as your love left the room and returned a few minutes later with a steaming cup of tea. “picked out your favorite,” he said as he sets it down on the nightstand, “and i’ll go ahead and make you that soup you like when you’re sick.”

a smile crept onto your face, and you gave him a look. “and…?”

he knew that face. “i’ve already called us both out from work, so we can watch movies and sleep all day.”

you grabbed a tissue and blew your nose. “i knew i kept you around for a reason.”

“yeah yeah, i love you too.”

and that entire day, sugawara held you close, braving through the trainwreck-sounding snores, the drool from your deep nap, and the snot when you sneezed—only being slightly grossed out. his hand would gently rub your back, his fingers gently tracing the curvature of your spine as you both watched movie classics, where you’d naturally fall asleep about ten minutes in. and every few hours, he would make you eat—even if it was something small—just so you wouldn’t get sick from the medicine.

playing nurse was fun for sugawara, being able to dote on you with little to no arguments of “i can do it myself” every time. because while he knew you could, he wanted to be the one to take care of you.

but of course, he woke up sick the next day as well (because that was just you both’s luck), so you both stayed in bed another day, taking care of each other in between sniffles and coughs. in sickness and in health. ᢉ𐭩

a/n: i told you i was thinking thoughts @nectardaddy hehe <3 hope you feel better soon!!

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[melhive]

The married routine of the heartbreaking neighbours (they break the hearts of the old ladies by not being single).

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Chibi Oisuga > first date!!

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wc 520 . mentions of drinking . mentions of throwing up . @mayyhaps hi I did an actual format just for you

the moment sugawara koushi knew he loved you, he felt like he was going to throw up.

that is not to say that was your fault, though. there was not a breath of fresh air in his lungs, and he was sure the singular shot he’d taken (courtesy of the overly enthusiastic noya and hinata — he made a mental note to not let himself be persuaded next time) was taking its effect on him more strongly than he anticipated. the television static creeping in the edges of his mind did nothing to aid his composure, which was quickly diminishing as he caught the way you glowed beneath the dim, warm lights.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, nearly in time with the beat of the song, out of breath from hours spent yelling the lyrics to all the music you liked. he had memorized all of them beforehand, but he would not tell you that. he just loved the way your face brightened and your eyes lit up when you heard him sing along with you, and he feared that if you knew how carefully planned the manner was, the light would contort into something else. something more knowing.

looking back, he wonders how he only realized then. it was not at all normal, the way his hands felt alight as they ghosted over yours, lit into a flame fueled by the smallest traces of your being. how with every important moment came with the meeting of your gaze, how worn hands itched to reach out for you as you stood at his side; the longing for the gentle embrace of your palms anything but platonic.

there, on the muggy summer night surrounded by what would one day be ghosts of the past, you were more beautiful than ever. he was tipsy and you were dancing and he loved you, and he knew it now.

your fingers interlaced with his. “what’cha doing, suga? come dance,” you said, words stretched out like a sultry tune and followed by a hearty giggle.

usually, although a rhetorical question, he would answer you. but you cannot tell your best friend you love them when you have barely realized it yourself, and suga would never dare to profess such a thing to you in this setting. he would die before taking your hand and baring his soul to you in a place as sluggish as there. you deserved far more than that — he wanted to give you more than that. so, instead of telling you that his heart ached as his hands slipped to your waist, he dragged his tired body behind you and moved in sync with every breath you took. he watched you laugh and stumble and breathe light into the room around you, and he waited for the moment it would fill his lungs and take the place of oxygen, and he waited for the moment you would finally realize it. patience was a virtue that suga had no issue practicing, and he was certain he’d turn to dust slipping from your fingertips if it meant loving you when it was right.

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take this while I work on thdla chapter three lawl

[beelinx]

lie to girls

synopsis: your boyfriend sugawara no longer invites you to watch his volleyball games, leaving you to worry about the reason why. warnings: maybe a sprinkle of angst? 1.5k words gn!reader

if you and sugawara were dating before his third year, he’d definitely invite you to watch all his games.

he’d give you his spare jersey so you could cheer him on from the stands looking all pretty with his clothes that were maybe a little bit too big on you.

also, he’d definitely brag all about you to his teammates. why would he not? when there’s someone as pretty and awesome as you supporting him, it’s the least he could do.

still though, daichi and asahi audibly groan whenever they see him walk up to them during or after a game, wearing that usual smug grin that guaranteed they were in for a long rant about you.

you were always at his games, without fail. you’d hug him impossibly tightly and celebrate all of his wins, with loud cheering and a big kiss. you’d also comfort him after all his losses, rubbing his back and kissing his face softly.

but then, when he starts his third year, you notice some changes about him.

you no longer go to any of his games, nor are you invited to come along and watch practice (well, you weren’t exactly welcome there before, either, as the coach wouldn’t be happy whenever suga got distracted by you).

yeah, he’d told you there was an amazing first year setter, but nothing else on that matter. so, you had no clue on what was up with him.

obviously, you asked him about it. but he just brushed it off saying something about getting distracted.

that was not like him at all. obviously, there was something wrong. 

you were concerned that suga was planning on breaking up with you, but you didn’t exactly understand why. you were both doing fine together, nothing had changed between you two. nothing that would guarantee a break up, at least. not that you knew about.

so, you figured if he wasn’t going to tell you anything, then you’d go to someone who knew him almost as well as you did, and who’d tell you the truth. or, at least you hoped so.

it took a while to catch daichi alone, but you were finally able to get an opening after one of his classes, one he didn’t share with suga. 

“is koushi going to break up with me?” you straight up asked him. it was a simple question, one that would hopefully catch him off-guard and make him tell you the truth.

and it seemed to work, daichi looked utterly confused at your question.

“huh? why would you think that?” daichi replied. okay, maybe it didn’t work as well as you’d hoped, but you couldn’t back down now.

you sighed, frustrated at the lack of an actual response, “is he or is he not?”

daichi sputtered a bit, before finally giving you an answer, “no, of course he isn’t,” he assured you, “but why do you ask? did something happen?”

you didn’t exactly expect to be the one getting interrogated here, but you figured maybe if you explained the situation to daichi, he’d be able to tell you what was going on with your boyfriend.

“he doesn’t want me at his games anymore,” you told him, “and he brushes me off whenever i try to talk to him about it.”

daichi’s face softened with understanding, though the surprise on his face was still slightly visible.

“i think sugawara might be feeling a little… insecure recently,” he said.

“huh? why would he feel insecure now? i’ve watched him play plenty of times!” you exclaimed, clearly not getting at whatever he was trying to hint at.

daichi sighed, “i don’t think i should be the one telling you this, but i guess i have to,” he cleared his throat, “sugawara isn’t on our starting lineup anymore. we have a brilliant first year as our main setter, so sugawara’s benched most of the time.”

…what?

“he does play sometimes, but i guess he might be feeling a little self-conscious about being replaced by a first year?” daichi said, shrugging, “i mean, it didn’t seem to bother him so much before, but i guess he just doesn’t want you to think he’s a loser or something.”

…is he being serious?

the disbelief was clearly visible on your face, as daichi quickly chuckled nervously and apologized, hurrying off to his next class. before he left, he urged you to talk to suga about this. you thanked him for being honest and left, rushing over to your next class so as to not be tragically late.

you spent the rest of the school day thinking about what daichi told you. was suga really scared you’d think he’s a loser? seriously?

luckily, you both agreed to hang out after school today, so you’d be able to properly talk about this in a more comfortable location than school.

you spotted suga waiting for you at the front gate, of the school building, seemingly alone. his friends probably left already, you figured, and true to his word, he stayed behind to wait for you.

suga smiled warmly as he spotted you walking up to him, enveloping you in a warm embrace. you almost decided to forget all about what daichi said, and just relax with him the whole day. but no. you had to talk to him, it was the only way to get to the bottom of this.

“koushi,” you said, slowly pulling away from the hug, “can we talk?”

his smile dropped a little when he heard the serious tone in your voice, “yeah, of course we can. what’s wrong?”

“why don’t you want me to go to your games anymore?” you asked him again. you figured maybe this time he’d be honest, and you wouldn’t have to dump all you know now on him.

“i already told you, i get a little bit too distracted when you’re there,” he chuckled, though the slight shake in his voice indicated he was actually pretty nervous.

“please stop lying to me,” you said. you were really hoping to get a strange answer out of him, but if that wasn’t going to work, then you’d have to be the honest one, “i talked to daichi. he said you’re benched now, that the new first year is the team’s main setter. why didn’t you tell me?”

his face visibly dropped, and he seemed to grow a little pale after being caught in a lie.

“did you think i was gonna make fun of you or something? you know i wouldn’t do that, i would never think you’re a loser or whatever just because you aren’t in the starting lineup of some volleyball team,” you explained, a slightly pleading tone in your voice, trying to get him to understand what you mean, “i love you for who you are, not for some game. even if you never get on the court, i still want to go to your games and support you. i still want to be there, wearing your jersey and cheering you on.”

he seemed to be at a loss for words, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly, trying to say something, but having nothing come out.

finally, he said, “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you the truth.”

you sighed, “koushi…”

“i just felt like you would feel bad for me, for barely playing, even if i’m a third year,” he explained, “i’m not ashamed of it. to be frank, i know kageyama is a better setter than i was, and i know we all have different strengths. i know that the team needs me but… still. i couldn’t help but think about how you’d feel about me being a benched third year.”

your heart broke at his sad expression. you understood where he was coming from. you knew how hard it must be to be replaced by a first year. if it was you, you knew you probably wouldn’t have been able to take it as well as he did. 

“i understand, koushi. you don’t need to feel obligated to invite me to your games but… i just want you to understand that i seriously don’t care, and just seeing you there is enough for me.”

he smiled softly, bringing you over for another hug, “thank you. i don’t know why i was ever concerned about you thinking i’m some sort of loser.”

you giggled in response as you caressed his soft hair with your fingers, “well, i don’t. and i never will.”

he pulled away from the embrace and placed both of his palms on your cheeks, holding your face softly, “so, you wanna go to our next game, then?”

you grinned at his invite, “obviously! who am i to pass up on a chance of seeing my awesome boyfriend being awesome playing an awesome game?”

suga laughed heartily at your response, “okay, i get it, you dork,” he said lovingly as he brought your lips over to his, kissing you sweetly.

you leaned closer and closer into his touch, enjoying the sweet moment until it was time to pull away.

“plus, you always look super hot when you’re wearing your team uniform. bonus points if you’re all sweaty,” you winked cheekily at him, smiling proudly when you saw the flushed look on his face.

he was definitely going to beg the coach to put him in more this game.

[katsu2ji]

imagine telling sugawara all about your special interest and him just sitting there and genuinely listening to you. he loves the way your face lights up as you talk about the thing you love so much to the point that it’s sometimes all you can think about. he’d ask questions to keep you going and make the conversation feel less one sided, to show you that he truly cares. he doesn’t mind that you’re rambling, barely aware of how long you’ve been talking or whether or not he even knows what you’re talking about—the fact that you trust him enough to talk about your special interest with him, to share this part of you, is more than enough. he doesn’t care how “weird” or niche it is, he’s just happy to be there learning from you. if you feel guilty afterwards for info dumping and being “too much,” he wouldn’t hesitate to remind you that you are anything but. all he wants is for you to be happy, and seeing you this excited makes him the happiest man alive.

katsu2ji © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything of the sort with my work! i work very hard and you simply do not have my permission.

[phoenix-eclipses]

Chocolate Covered Love

Picking your nephew up from school three days a week was an easy job. You got to spend more time with your nephew, but one of the benefits you weren’t aware of was his teacher.

Teacher! Koushi Sugawara x GN! Reader

5.2k words

Warnings/notes: fluffy, maybe OOC idk I've never written Suga, one of Suga's students is your nephew, Valentine's Day special

@nectardaddy asked for Suga fic recs and I wasn't sure which they had read, so I decided just to make my own <3

When you had first agreed to pick up your nephew after school, you had never considered where it would lead you. Your sister had just started a job that would create conflict with her picking up your nephew, and your brother-in-law could only do so on Thursdays and Fridays due to his own work schedule, so you were the next option they thought of before falling onto a babysitter or after school program. With the promise of monetary compensation and more time with your nephew, you took up the offer in a heartbeat. 

The first day you arrived was the most difficult. While they had been informed of you being another trusted individual to pick up your nephew, there was a more thorough process to ensure your identity before you could welcome him into your waiting arms. But the smile on his face when he saw you made it all worth it. 

It soon became routine, the receptionist would welcome you every day you’d pick him up and you’d leave with him in your arms, heading to your sister’s house to spend time with him before she got home. 

One day though, when you arrived the receptionist simply told you to head into the classroom as your nephew was busy talking with his teacher and may be a moment. 

“Mr. Sugawara will know you’re not some kidnapper if you’ve made it this far,” was all she waved you off with when you voiced your concerns. Left with no other option, you found yourself for the first time heading to the classroom. It was what you would expect for an elementary class, decorations scattered around the room with different lessons. The whiteboard covered with a lesson, soon to be erased due to the end of the day. Over to the side, a teacher’s desk was set where you could see your nephew engaged with a conversation with his teacher. It was mostly one sided, your nephew rambling on as his teacher listened.

You found yourself awkwardly standing in the doorway. From a distance, you find your eyes entranced by the teacher, a small grin on his face while he listens intently to whatever your nephew happened to be rambling about. It was only when you had to squeeze out of the way as a child raced out of the room that you were able to move your eyes away from the man briefly. It only took another moment before ‘Mr. Sugawara’ found his eyes landing on you, which makes your eyes meet his for the first time. He gives a smile, but there’s some confusion laced in his expression as he stands up fully. His attention on you shifts your nephew’s focus as well and you soon find him running towards you, barely giving you a chance to prepare before he launches himself at you. When he’s safely held in your arms, his teacher stands before you, the confusion mostly gone with the familiarity your nephew greeted you with. 

“Hello, I had heard Kenji was getting picked up by someone else, but I don’t think we’ve had the chance to meet. I’m Koushi Sugawara.” He offered a small bow and a bright smile, a slight bit of mirth in his eyes watching your nephew happily stay in your arms. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Sugawara,” you gave him your name and explained your relation to Kenji which he gave a small, understanding hum. 

“It’s nice to meet you, but I suppose you must be wanting to go now, have a good day,” he finishes his statement with your name, the sound sending a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. You give a small bow to him, holding tight onto your nephew while doing so, before leaving the building. 

It’s not until your sister gets home from her job that you complain to her for the lack of warning about your nephew’s teacher. His very, very attractive elementary school teacher. 

You had originally hoped that would be the first, and only time, you’d find yourself standing before his teacher. While he was definitely your type, you were embarrassed to even admit to anyone besides your sister that you found your nephew’s teacher attractive. Fate would not have it your way however, as soon everyday you’d find yourself back in the classroom picking up your nephew and speaking to his teacher. Overtime, you find conversations flowing easier and even head into the class naturally without being instructed to. 

This routine with him fell in so naturally that when you walked into the classroom one day to find a sub in his place, the only thought that went through your mind was how you didn’t have any way to contact him in case something was wrong. You left that day, your nephew in your arms, and a slight sour taste in your mouth. 

The next day, it was with some embarrassment that you arrived at the school with a thermos filled with soup. It wasn’t anything special, you’d never claim to be a cook, but you spent your day on call with your mom to try and recreate her recipe that she always cooked for you and your sister when sick. You had spent some time before leaving your place pondering on whether or not to actually bring it. There was no guarantee that he was absent because he was sick, there were plenty of reasons someone could miss a day of work, a funeral, an injury. You also didn’t have any guarantee that he was back to the school today either, there was a possibility you were bringing this thermos of soup just to walk into the classroom and see the sub in his spot once again. 

Those thoughts were difficult to toss out, sticking in your mind even as you walked in the doors and greeted the receptionist. She didn’t even comment on the thermos, simply giving you a wave as you walked to the classroom as normal. The door was open, welcoming you in and immediately you see the man in question, crouching down while talking to your nephew. You find yourself standing in the doorway, just like the first time you ever saw him, studying his form as if something would pop out and confirm whether or not he was sick. This only ended when his voice reached your ears, your name coming from his mouth as he looked over at you with his smile. 

“Hey Sugawara!” you greeted, struggling to cover up the fact you were looking intently at him. “Missed you yesterday, everything all good?”

There was a slight tease in your voice, hoping that it covered up the concern you felt yesterday. The small chuckle he gives you makes it feel like it did the job well enough. 

“Everything’s alright, I just needed a day off. As much as I love these little rascals, it’s nice to get a little break every now and then, y’know?” Despite the joking nature of his words, you can’t help but find slight eye bags. You find yourself wondering if they were always there and you had just never noticed them before. 

“Ah, well now I feel a little silly…” you let out a small chuckle. He gives you a small hum, clearly prompting you to continue. “I thought you may have gotten sick. I mean, you work with kids all the time so I’d be more surprised if you didn’t get sick occasionally… so I made you some soup. It’s not anything special, but my mom gave it to my sister and I whenever we were sick.” 

You held the thermos out, fighting back the thought of just turning away and never speaking to him ever again. There was a splash of surprise in his expression before his smile widened and he grabbed the thermos from you. 

“Even if I’m not sick, I appreciate it, thank you,” he spoke your name once again and you felt the butterflies return. He placed the thermos on his desk, next to his bag. 

“Can… I ask a really stupid question?” your heart was racing as you spoke, begging for the floor to swallow you up as his eyes returned to you. His first response was a laugh, before he spoke up. 

“Now, now, I tell the students all the time that there’s no such thing a stupid question, so go ahead. What’s bothering that pretty head of yours?” he leans against his desk, both of you hardly paying attention to your nephew who wandered away to play with some of his classmates who were still in the room. You felt as though the butterflies had welcomed some friends in at hearing him call your head ‘pretty’. You struggle to collect yourself before speaking up. 

“Well… I was wondering if there was some way I could be in contact with you? I know you’re assigned a phone number to the phone in your classroom, but for when you’re out… or if something happens! I mean, it might be easier for you to contact me than to reach out to my sister and for her to then have to contact me if it’s not a Thursday or Friday…” you find yourself rambling, tossing out words as you struggle to form an explanation without crumbling in front of him. This only stops when your hands are enveloped by his own.

“Hey now, let’s take a deep breath, okay?” his gaze finds yours easily, squeezing them lightly. It easily ends your rambling and when he takes a step back, his hands leaving your own, you find yourself missing the warmth. “...hm, contacting me outside of my school number… my school email might be a close second but I don’t always have the notifications on.”

Despite the way he acted to be contemplating, you had a feeling he was just playing with you because after another moment of letting out a small hum, he pulled out his phone and offered it to you. “Might as well go with the most convenient, hm?”

You fight off a blush as you take his phone, typing in your number with shaking hands. He takes it back with a soft smile, typing in what you assumed to be your name. There was another silent moment as he continued typing and you felt your phone buzz. He gives a wink before pocketing it. 

That was how you found yourself returning to your sister’s house, your cheeks aflame. Your nephew none the wiser to why you kept staring at your phone so intently. 

There had been no plans to send him any messages that day, hoping for it to not appear like it meant something more to you - it definitely did - but as you were preparing dinner with your sister, your phone buzzed once again. Unaware of who it could be, you told your sister to read it aloud as you were cutting tomatoes. However, it takes her a moment to even read the message because she starts laughing instead, making you confused. She read the name first, which was enough for you to feel your cheeks start to burn once again but she continued, ignoring the fact you told her that she didn’t need to read it anymore. 

“‘Thanks for the soup, it’s delicious. I’ll definitely bother you for the recipe when I’m sick.’ And he even put a heart!” She’s barely able to keep herself from laughing as you find yourself trying to hide your face. “When did you even get his number? And soup? Please don’t tell me you bought some store soup to give to him!”

“Of course not!” you turn and pout at her. She simply gives a pointed look, clearly waiting for you to give more context. “...there was a sub yesterday and I was worried that he was sick, so I had asked mom to guide me through her recipe because it always made us feel better when we were sick. He wasn’t actually sick yesterday, but he still said thank you for it.”

“...and?”

“And what?”

“And how exactly did you get his number, hm?”

“I asked him for it… because I thought it’d be more convenient for him to inform me of any issues that happen to Kenji during the day than for him to call you only for you to have to call me,” you put the knife down to turn to face her, trying to defend your story.

“Uh huh, and you totally couldn’t have just noted down the phone to his classroom and given him your number to use for that. Or.. I don’t know, given it to the receptionist instead?” There’s silence in the room before you sigh, giving in. She laughs at you. “Well I don’t think Kenji will be complaining if you start dating Mr. Sugawara, that man has become his favorite teacher.”

“I said nothing about dating him!”

“But you were thinking about it. And I’d say you have a pretty good chance if him giving you his number says anything. Everyone knows that man is attractive, I’ve heard my fair share of the parents talk about him,” she waves your phone around as if to emphasize her point. “So, what do you want to say?”

“...you can just say that I’ll happily share it with him-”

“Boring.” She cuts you off before you can even continue. “Please, let’s make some attempt to flirt with the poor man.”

“...how do you even flirt in response to that?” 

She lets out a groan, shaking her head. “You’re helpless…”

She doesn’t say anything else as she starts typing. You immediately move over to her, peeking over her shoulder to look at what she was saying. 

“Don’t say anything weird.”

“I won’t.”

With your supervision - a lot of anxious adjustments - the message gets sent out before she guides you back to the tomatoes. You dice the tomatoes, the message burned in your mind as you anxiously await his answer. 

‘Why would I give you the recipe? gotta give you some reason to want me while you’re sick, even if it’s just soup delivery’

Messaging Sugawara, or Suga, he’s now forced you to shorten it to, was a constant in your life now. You’d send each other a morning message, he’d send a little update during the school lunch break - a thing that started as an update on your nephew but now focused on the man - and even send each other good night messages. It even began to turn into early morning and late night calls, usually featuring one of you two falling asleep on the phone. You in the morning, unused to waking up so early in the day, and occasionally him at night due to getting up so early for the school day. 

This advancement was why when his number popped up on your screen the day before Valentine’s Day, you didn’t question it when you answered the phone. 

“Hey Suga! Earlier call than normal, missed me that much?” you tease lightly, the show you were watching paused in favor of talking with him. There was silence on the other end for a few moments, raising some confusion. “Suga…?”

“Hi, sorry sorry,” there were some noises in the background as he spoke. “Are you free right now?”

“...yeah? Is everything alright?” you’re already sitting up off the couch before he even gets the chance to speak. 

“Could you come to the school to help me with something, please?” his voice is a little hesitant, clearly embarrassed for whatever he needed. 

“Sure, I’ll be there in ten minutes, is there anything you need? First aid? …soup?” you’re grabbing your shoes and putting them on while you’re speaking, trying to keep your tone light to help with his hesitancy. It works when he lets out a soft chuckle.

“No, no, nothing like that. You just need to bring yourself, I just think I bit off more than I could chew tonight and had no one else to call,” his voice is more sure now. You fight off the butterflies at the idea that you were the one he thought to call out of anyone else he could know. You weren’t even sure what he wanted from you, for all you know he could secretly be luring you to the school to kill you, but even with that in mind, you’re soon driving over to the school. 

Arriving at the building at a later hour was strange. While it was only two hours from when you’d come to pick up your nephew, the building was noticeably empty compared to how it normally was. The door was locked, but after a brief knock a janitor appeared at the door. 

“Ya here for Mr. Sugawara?” there was a knowing look in his eyes as he held the door open for you once you nodded your head. “All the way down the hall to the right, ‘s the kitchen.”

After a thank you to the man, you follow his directions to where the kitchen was. Your thoughts swarming with why Sugawara would be in the kitchen, and why he’d be asking for your help. They circle back to the idea of him planning to kill you, maybe cooking you into a soup of your own and the janitor was his accomplice. A chuckle escapes your lips, echoing slightly throughout the empty halls as you arrive at the kitchen and step in through the swing doors. 

The moment the door is out of your line of sight, the reason for his call makes sense. Throughout the room, bowls of chocolate, strawberries, and even some other treats are scattered about. By the stove top is Sugawara, intensely staring at a pot of what you assumed to be chocolate given the evidence around the room. 

“Suga…?” you call out while walking over to him. When he turns to face you, laughter escapes you before you can even help it. Splotches of chocolate on his cheeks and even his forehead. He simply pouts at you, attempting to wipe it away. His hands manage to wipe away some of it, but smeared the rest. You grab a paper towel, wet it, and reach over to wipe his face for him. You hold lightly on his chin to keep him still while you wipe off the spots of chocolate. “I don’t think you’re a strawberry.”

“Are you sure, maybe I’d be delicious?” his easy grin returns to his face, ignoring the state the kitchen was in. “Thank you for coming…”

“What’s even going on? Are you asking someone to be your Valentine or something? I don’t think you need this much chocolate and strawberries for a single person,” you gesture to the bowls full of strawberries prepped to be coated in chocolate. Despite your words, you find yourself severely hoping that it wasn’t the case. You obviously hadn’t made any steps towards being considered valentine material for him, but you wished he’d ask you instead of whoever he was considering. 

“No, nothing like that. Most of the staff here, myself included, like to prepare things for the students. Normally I can get away with those packaged candy hearts or maybe a thing of candy for each student, but we read a book that had chocolate strawberries in it and now they won’t stop mentioning them any chance they get. I thought it’d be nice for them to all get their own chocolate strawberries but… I’ve never made them before,” he lets out a sigh, leaning against the nearby counter, staring at the mess he had made. 

“That explains why Kenji came home one day asking if we could make some!” you pointed an accusatory finger at him. He holds his hands up defensively, but he can’t help but laugh. His own laugh makes yours come out as you lower your hand and smile at him. 

“Yes, yes, I admit that would be my fault. Though you would not be bothered today if Kenji hadn’t told me you had made him some,” he teasingly baited out, pointing the blame to your nephew. 

“Oh yea, it’s truly Kenji’s fault for having such a cool relative who happily learns how to make chocolate strawberries for him,” you bump into him jokingly when going to investigate the pot on the stove top. Just a simple glance is enough for you to let out a small laugh, but you force it down while turning the stove off. “Do we have free reign of the kitchen or is there anything I should make sure not to touch?”

“Free reign, as long as you don’t break anything,” he spoke while peering at what you were doing. Paying him no mind, you grab another pot, letting the other sit on the stove top to cool off. You fill it up with some water before setting it on the stovetop and turning on the burning to let it boil. Once it’s boiling, you turn down the heat and move one of the bowls of chocolates over it. 

“This is a double boiler. You could just toss them in the microwave as well, but I prefer this method since you can keep a constant eye on it while it melts. You’ll want to occasionally stir it,” you direct him over by the stovetop with a spoon before taking his spot, leaning against the counter. “You’re here to learn, not admire me making the chocolate strawberries for your students.”

There’s an eyeroll in response, but he listens, stirring the chocolate occasionally. You both chat throughout the time it takes to melt the chocolate. Once it’s melted, you help him coat each strawberry with chocolate. On top of just ones covered in chocolate, you find some sprinkles to coat on some to make them more exciting for the students. Time seems to flow smoothly as you spend nearly two hours making them and then cleaning up the kitchen from the disaster that had stormed through the room before you had arrived. 

“Thank you, again. I almost thought I was going to have to go to the store and hope they had some candy left at a decent price,” he let out a sigh, returning to lean against the counter again. 

“It’s not a problem, just means you owe me,” you tease lightly, moving beside him. “Maybe I’ll require you to inform your students that you needed my help, hm?”

There’s a moment of silence as he stares ahead, thinking. A part of you is tempted to speak up, promise you were teasing but when his eyes move to you, every word is gone. “Say… I have one thing that could make up for it. Do you want to come with me somewhere?” He offers his hand out to you. 

“Go somewhere with you? Are you planning to murder me in some forest?” You accept his hand, smiling when he lets out a light chuckle at your words. 

“I mean, if I destroy the evidence none of my students will know I needed help making their treats,” he jokes back while walking with you out of the kitchen. Despite him knowing he didn’t need to hold onto your hand, he holds it naturally, as if it was meant to be like this. He first guides you to his classroom, where he grabs his bag and thinks for a moment before releasing your hand, asking you to stay in the room while he runs out briefly, bag in hand. You find yourself missing the feel of his hand, but it doesn’t last long when he returns and immediately envelopes yours with his once again. 

With his bag in hand, and your hand in his other, you both walk out of the building, ignoring another glance directed at you by the janitor who had let you in, and head to his car. He opens the door for you, waiting for you to comfortably sit down before closing it and walking over to the driver side. 

When he gets in and closes the door, you speak up, “Do I get to know which forest you’re going to dispose of the evidence in?” Another laugh comes from him, and he shakes his head lightly while putting his key in and starting the car. The bag in his hand is carefully set in the backseats before he puts the car in drive and starts on wherever you both were headed. 

“I fear not, it’ll spoil the surprise of where you end up. But I promise it’ll be worth it,” you give him a pout in response, but all he does is offer his hand to you once again while his eyes remain on the road. 

It takes about twenty minutes before he turns into a parking lot of a convenience store. He ignores the confused look you give him, turning the car off and hopping out of the car. You watch as he runs to your side of the car, opening the door for you with a grin. “I promise this isn’t our destination, I just thought it’d be nice to have some food, haven’t had dinner yet.” 

You hop out, thanking him for opening the door for you. However, you manage to open the door to the convenience store before him, grinning at him while you hold it open for him. He rolls his eyes, but does enter the store thanks to you. You follow behind, glancing around, as if something would jump out and explain where exactly you both were going. 

“Haven’t I told ya kids to eat some real food?” a gruff voice comes out. You turn your attention over, finding an older man looking pointedly at Suga who holds his hands up innocently with a grin. 

“C’mon Ukai! It’s been over a week since I came.”

“And most people don’t come here every week! ‘Specially when they work twenty minutes away,” despite his tone, the man is already pulling out a meat bun and stuffing it into a bag. 

“Actually, I need another,” Suga speaks up, directing his gaze to you. Seemingly for the first time, the man behind the counter seems to have noticed you. There’s silence for a moment before a newspaper is rolled up and hit against Suga’s head. 

“The hell you mean?! You’re out with someone and you’re offering ‘em my food? Didn’t we teach you kids better?” he shoos Suga away, who goes deeper into the store looking for something. “God, can’t believe this kid. Please tell me this ain’t your first time going out and this is where he brings ya.”

“Oh! Well, we aren’t a thing…” you try to explain. The man just raises a brow at you, making you stumble over your next words. “Promise! I just helped him with a few things today so he’s taking me out- wait oh god is this a date…?”

The last bit is mostly muttered to yourself but the man hears you, cackling to himself before leaning over the counter to speak with you. “I’d say so. So you better make sure your next time is somewhere much better, if not come back ‘ere and I’ll make sure to teach that boy a lesson for you.” He gives you a wink before Suga returns to the counter, a basket of stuff covered with a blanket. 

“No looking, that’s cheating,” Suga waves your gaze away, making you pout but you listen and turn away. Once everything is bought, he carries the bag in one hand and holds onto yours with the other. “See ya next week Ukai!”

“Yea, sure- wait no you better not be back here again that soon!” the man shouts back as you both walk out the store. Suga laughs while guiding you back to your seat. He says nothing while you sit down but he reaches over you, placing the bag in the back seat before buckling your seat belt for you. Your cheeks heat up as he simply winks at you before stepping back, closing the door and going to his seat. The moment he starts the car, his hand finds yours once again and you are on your way to your final destination. 

It’s only another ten minutes before he pulls into a small parking lot. The building seemed to be closed, but when you both get out, Suga, carrying both bags, guides you off to the side where there’s a grass clearing and a view of the sky. The sun slowly setting and you could see as some stars took their homes in the sky. You find yourself entranced by the view and by the time you look back at Suga, he’s spreading a blanket on the ground and you catch the view of some snacks in the convenience store bag. When he realizes your attention is back on him, he pats a spot on the blanket that he sits next to. 

“It’s beautiful out here,” you comment as you sit down by him. 

“It is. I used to come here in high school. It was a nice jog for practice and the view was always a great way to destress,” he leans against you lightly while looking at the sky with a smile. “I’ve never taken anyone else here.”

Your gaze falls back on him, a little shocked at the statement. It takes a moment before his eyes look at you, a hesitant smile on his face. He pushes himself back a little, turning to his school bag and he pulls something out but keeps it behind his back when he turns to you. Despite the darkening sky, you find a note of red on his cheeks as he looks at you. He utters your name lightly, hesitance written all over his face. 

“Can I ask you something stupid?”

“Suga, you of all people should know there’s no such thing as a stupid question,” you give him a gentle smile. By now, you’ve fully turned yourself towards him, patiently waiting for him to speak. When he stays silent, you reach out for his hand that’s not holding something behind his back, squeezing it. He takes a deep breath, finding your gaze before he speaks. 

“It’s a little embarrassing to ask with something you helped me with but… would you be my Valentine?” behind his back, he pulls out a box full of some of the chocolate covered strawberries you both had made. However, unlike the ones you had sporadically covered in sprinkles, there was candy letters spelling out your name and a few had little hearts on them. “I know it’s the day before, so I might be a little late… but I thought I’d ask anyways. I promise this isn’t everything I planned.” 

His cheeks seemed to become even more red as he spoke. Your smile widened, accepting the box before placing it on the blanket beside you. And while the sun disappeared from your view, before you sat Suga coated in moonlight. The man who taught your nephew about the same chocolate strawberries you were gifted. The same man, who just as promised, presented you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in the morning instead of your normal morning phone call. And on this Valentine’s Day, you fell back to sleep in the morning, in the arms of your Valentine.

Divider Credit: @cafekitsune

Notes: this is my first official like full fic on here so I'm like a little nervous to post this... but I hope you guys enjoyed! Again first time writing Suga so he may not be the best but shhh

[5iyoomi]

How The Haikyuu Boys Kiss You ━ Part 2

characters: Sugawara, Shirabu, Semi, Akaashi

warnings: all fluff with a touch of hurt/comfort in Sugawara's 🙏 gender neutral reader here as well

A/N: I'm totally not procrastinating making my masterlists (I don't have much on here yet so it's fine right? right.) but anyways I've had so many ideas lately which is crazy cuz almost all of what I usually write is like mlm x characters. I barely touch x readers myself but I love reading em'. Making a blog in the middle of a deep hyperfixation will do wonders like that cuz I've been writing smth practically every day LOL.... sorry if this one's shorter/sorta all over the place

Part 1 | Word Count: 1,170

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Sugawara Koushi

His kisses are definitely short and sweet (like Hinata) but they're passionate

He's probably the most experienced of the boys or at least comes off that way, he knows what to do and how to do it

He's pretty feather-light with his touches, so much so that you don't even register they're there half the time

But you like how they ground you in the moment

Sugawara's also the kind of guy to kiss your tears away, relishing in how your eyelashes flutter while he flashes you a comforting smile that he saves for you in your more vulnerable moments

"Everything's gonna be alright, okay? I'm here for you"

He'll usually kiss you when you least expect it, rambling on about something you're interested in or something before he leans in

Your words get caught in your throat when he does, but he doesn't let it linger, so you're just left blinking in surprise with a visible question mark floating over the top of your head

He must be able to tell cuz he laughs a little

It leaves you wanting more, so he never complains if you ask for another or take the initiative and give him one right back

He has a tendency to place his hand atop yours or on your knee/thigh when you kiss

He also likes when you kiss his cheek, right where his birthmark is. It tickles since it's by his eye, but it makes him feel closer to you

Sweet but super shameless, if somebody sees you and you get fidgety he'll tell you there's nothing to be embarrassed about

"So? It's fine if people talk. We're dating, aren't we?"

Needless to say you stopped caring so much after that

Shirabu Kenjirou

ANOTHER UNDERRATED KING

"He's mean/annoying" DON'T EVEN JOKE LAD

Anyways....

He's not allergic to PDA but he won't entertain it at first

Like at all

It's not cuz he doesn't want to, but he gets really shy about it

As his first partner, you're naturally his first kiss too, so he has no idea what he's doing

He's scared you'll make fun of him, so when the perfect moment arises and he turns his head at the last second, you have to face him and tell him that his inexperience doesn't matter to you

You won't laugh or poke fun at him, you respect his feelings and always will

He's less apprehensive if it's also your first, but it's still a hurdle you have to overcome

He's probably a little blunt especially when it comes to affection, he says the exact opposite of what he means 80% of the time

"I can do it myself" = he wants help but doesn't know how to ask for it

"I know that, idiot" = he's silently thankful you didn't brush him aside, that you looked past that composed facade he puts on sometimes and brought him out of it

Once that's out of the way and he feels like he can be more open with what he wants, he recloses the distance between you

It's messy and stilted, but neither of you mind. He just wants to be near you

He's so touch starved it's insane, you'll hold his hand or touch his face and he literally freezes up

If you didn't know any better, you'd think it was because he didn't like it, but you know he wants to, he's just really awkward. He has a lot of difficulty with asking for physical touch

Did I mention touch starved?

He pushes away from you if somebody sees, even if you guys aren't kissing

"You didn't see anything" he says to whoever it is, and you chuckle, ruffling his hair and pressing a kiss to his forehead

You can see his brain short-circuit in real time when you do :>

Semi Eita

Tendou would absolutely tease him for it but he has the biggest soft spot for you

You'd be at one of their games holding up a sign with his name on it or cheering the loudest for him and Tendou makes a mental note to mess with Semi later (much to the shorter boy's dismay)

Tendou's a MENACE

But anyway

His kisses are pretty similar to Sugawara's, but they last for longer

Light, passionate kisses with his hands on your lower back or two fingers gently tilting your chin up if you're shorter than him

They might get deeper, they might not. It just depends on how you react and how he's feeling (he never wants to accidentally push you into anything)

But once he's got you, he doesn't wanna let you go

He gives them out sparingly, more of a words of affirmation person, but he likes how much you smile against him when he does

He's surprisingly pretty doting on his partner, so if you grab his wrist when he moves to catch his breath, 9 times out of 10 he'll yield to your touch

"Not yet..." oh BOY he's whipped. He'd only say no if you both actually had to be somewhere or he starts to get sick of the stares thrown his way that are mostly from Tendou and Shirabu

He has you wrapped around his finger just as much as you've got him wrapped around yours

If he isn't kissing you on your lips, then he'll bring your hand to his mouth and kiss your knuckles/fingers

It reminds you of a prince from one of those old fairy tales <3

Akaashi Keiji

When it comes down to initiation with him, it's kinda 50/50

Akaashi's the kind of person to get explicit consent before doing anything and on top of that he can read people pretty easily, especially people he knows well

So if he senses any apprehension he'll stop or give you a quick peck on your cheek instead

But if you lean into him, lips puckered and a wordless plea in your eyes, he doesn't have any reason to refuse

(On the flip side, I don't think he minds random kisses or hugs from you, but he appreciates if you ask too)

His kisses are soft and loving, the kind that leave you feeling warm and floaty for a few minutes afterwards

They're always purposeful too, kisses after an accomplishment or during one of your dates

But sometimes he does just wanna kiss you cuz you look pretty/handsome

Your lips curl up, eyes lightly squinted in a display of happiness as you look at him like he's as beautiful as the stars

And it's then that he gets that urge

He's more embarrassed about being seen or walked in on. He probably wouldn't wanna keep going, so most of your kisses in public are short (but still equally sweet)

He keeps his hands above your shoulders, or he holds your own, giving them the occasional gentle squeeze

He swipes a thumb across your cheek and presses a parting kiss to the corner of your mouth, bright eyes saying more than he ever could

He loves you, he really does

[yunwangja]

₊˚. faultline - koushi sugawara x reader smau ₊˚.

you believed that everything you touched, died; so you kept a part of yourself tucked away and chose your people wisely. one of them was koushi sugawara - he was calm, patient, and never asked for more than you could give. until one day, he confessed he liked you all along.

tags: sugawara x fem reader, photographer!sugawara, chaotic and wild!yn kinda, post-high school au, some angst, toxic family dynamics, emotional baggage, slowburn

notes/warnings: ooc by n%. literally an au lol. non-canon compliant, no volleyball focus, and esp with sugawara's lore, emotional manipulation/gaslighting implied, but not majorly focused on. swearing/foul words. mentions of alcohol/drinking (mild). ignore timestamps and please forgive me for any typographical and grammatical errors.

status: ongoing!

taglist: open ! comment on this post to be added, thank yaur. will appreciate an inbox, but in regards to commenting, please refrain from commenting on shifts (chapters).

@lvtilzs

actually REAL friends | suga’s wingmen

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[kirimachi]

Suga-san, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 🏐✨

[lostsowly]

I don't know how to explain it but Suo (from Wind breaker) and Suga (from Haikyuu) will get along really well

[melhive]

I had the greatest pleasure of exchanging drafts with @sinkat-arts and worked to colour his Band AU sketch! Riley's sketches are so full of personality and feelings, it was delightful to bring colours to this piece!

PLEASE CHECK OUT his part of the trade and how wonderful his coloured piece turned out!

[kawoala]

🐰   ⤷ sugawara koushi ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

“will you still love me when i’m no longer young and beautiful? will you still love me when i’ve got nothing but my aching soul?”

⊂ word count ; .7k (710)

⊂ content warning ; based on ‘young and beautiful’ by lana del rey 、trying something new! (writing for suga) 、insecure!reader 、suga is a good boyfriend 、 alcohol consumption.

You don’t recognize the person in the mirror. Your eyes dart all over your face, taking note of the faint freckles scattered around your face— caused by lack of sunscreen, no doubt— smile lines, crows feet, eye bags.

You pull at the skin, smoothing it out and squishing it together. Tears sting at the backs of your eyes. Do you really look like this to other people? Are bartenders just being polite when they ask to see your ID?

You glance down at the counter, eyeing the makeup wipes, then tear them open forcefully and begin wiping off your makeup. Hot tears roll down your cheeks. You choke on your sobs, attempting to stay quiet out of respect for the other people in the house.

“Y/n?” There’s a knock at the door. A familiar voice. “Are you okay? We’re about to start another round of Quiplash.”

You stop for a moment, staring at yourself in the mirror. You hold the makeup wipe against your face, frozen. What are you supposed to say? You’re already thinking of a lie to tell.

“Um, hello?”

You swallow hard, pushing your sobs down. “I— Sorry, I’ll be out in a, uh, second. I don’t— I think I’m gonna go to sleep. I don’t feel too hot.”

“Oh, what’s wrong? Do you need ibuprofen? Pepto bismol? Anything?”

You take a shaky deep breath, letting your eyes fall shut.

“Can I come in?” The doorknob rattles, making you flinch, but you don’t move. “Y/n, seriously, what’s wrong? You’re kind of freaking me out.”

The urgency in his voice is what makes you move. Slowly but surely, you unlock the door and twist the doorknob. Koushi stands there, simply just staring at you. His eyes scan your face wildly, taking in your half removed makeup, the red blotches around your eyes.

“I’m getting ugly,” you whisper to him.

His brows furrow and he takes a step forward. You stumble back and he shuts the door behind him. “What?” He asks, pure confusion lacing his tone.

You turn back to the mirror, the tears starting back up again. “Look,” you say, pointing to the mirror. “Look at my wrinkles, Kou. My eyebags, my crows feet.” You shake your head, pulling at your skin once again. “I’m getting old, I’m getting ugly, I’m—”

“Completely and utterly insane,” he interrupts you. He makes his way over to you, bow standing behind you. His brows are still furrowed, but the confusion has been replaced with a look of frustration. “You are beautiful, Y/n. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever met in my entire life. Your eye bags and wrinkles do not represent how beautiful you are.” He puts his hands on your hips and turns you to face him. “You are smart and kind and funny and— Y/n, you are insanely gorgeous.”

You frown at him.

“Stop that.” He cracks a small smile and places his forehead against yours. “Your eye bags are a sign of how dedicated you are. We both know they’re from staying up late, studying, right? Dedication.” He pulls away and kisses your cheek.

“And your crows feet? They show how much of a joyful person you are. Your smile is beautiful. I’d do anything to see that pretty smile of yours.” Another kiss, this time to your nose.

“But—”

“No.” He shakes his head. “No buts, Y/n. You’re beautiful.”

You press your lips together and take a deep breath.

“Say it.”

“Say it?” You repeat, pinching your brows together. “Say what?”

“Say you’re beautiful.”

You blink at him a couple times. The look of determination is throwing you off a little bit. If you look hard enough, you can still see flashes of first year koushi. Nervous, quiet, small. This koushi is different. He’s still nervous, still hilarious, still handsome, but he’s different. More confident. Louder, when necessary.

“I’m beautiful,” you whisper. He raises his brows and you know he wants you to say it louder. “I’m beautiful.”

Another small smile graces his face. “Good.” He kisses your forehead and leans back. “Do you want ibuprofen? Crying gives you headaches.”

You frown again, but this time it’s to stop the tears. He knows you so well, you could collapse right now.

[takes1]

Some fluff w Koushi maybe?🫶

koushi realizing barista!reader is pretty cute

thanks for the request! this was a cute and refreshing prompt for me <3 much love!!

warnings. none info. sfw / fluff / college!au / coffeeshop!au / simple but cute / suga wears cardigans / timeskip!suga / like imagine english teacher suga pulling a stretchy cardigan over himself ugh so cute / 630 words links. haikyuu collection. masterlist. requests open. my ao3

"Good morning!" A gentle voice blessed your ears.

You smiled without looking up from the register.

Mr. Cardigan's ritual began. Glance over the menu, top-right to the espresso drinks, consider getting a decaf-- of course he won't go with the decaf, it was 7:40 and he was already tapping his foot to get to his 8 a.m class. Then he would decide on his tried and true as if it were a brand new idea:

"Double espresso, steamed milk, sweetened with honey."

He was wearing a face of mild shock, a touch of embarrassment, when you looked up from the order you already input.

"Oh, shit--," You laughed, warm at your slip-up, "I'm so sorry."

"Nono, it's- it's fine," He sported a similar color.

After a moment's hesitation, he chuckled and gave you his card.

Your Monday, Wednesday, Friday shift lined up with everyone who had a MWF 8 a.m (+9, 9:30, 10:00, and 10:30, regrettably). He was one of the few you cared to remember since he was such a cutie and he usually tipped you well.

"It's been a long morning, I get it," He graced you with a smooth forgiveness.

You sighed, relieved, and agreed wholeheartedly.

Spring semester was right at the close. Most were coming in to the Business building's little ground-level cafe early or late to cram for finals. He stayed consistent throughout the past few months, though, with his 7:40 sharp arrival.

7:44 if there was a line, but that was Mondays. Fridays weren't as busy because so many people skipped. But reliable Mr. Cardigan never missed a class.

"Almost done, though," You handed him his card back and spun the tip screen around for him, expecting nothing this time.

"Thank god," He tapped for No Receipt and closed his wallet.

He stood at the counter with his hands crossed in front of him to wait for his drink.

He never noticed how pretty your hands were before today. He looked down at his own kinda stumpy fingers. Then he watched -careful not to come across as creepy- at how gingerly you held the mug to the steam wand while screwing the filter in place.

The urge to talk to you nudged at the back of his throat, but he fell silent when you flipped the switch on.

The espresso machine was always a little too loud to talk over.

It was a graceful background noise to those who studied in this lobby, and a good backdrop to stay quiet to.

This time, he didn't feel as though your usual exchange was natural anymore. He wanted to talk, but didn't know quite how. The usual 4-minute wait felt like ages, but today he wasn't keen on leaving until he spoke to you again.

Your eyes flitted over his when you turned towards the lobby side for the honey.

His broad shoulders tensed and he turned his head to take false interest in some of the artwork on the walls. He didn't realize he was staring so hard.

He wondered how long you had been paying attention to him. If was just habit, or maybe a fondness had been growing and he was always too tired to notice anything other than how well you made his drink.

Now it was impossible not to overthink your friendly customer-service smile, or the smiley face you always put on the side of his cup.

Say something!

He repeated it so many times that his mind had been made unintentionally blank when you held the cup up for him to take over the counter.

"Good luck with finals," You said softly.

When he reached for his latte, your fingertips brushed for the tiniest moment. An intense heat crept up the back of his neck.

A shaky, "You, too," was all he could manage.

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