#anyway he opens his lunch box and there's his regular bento and then a piece of frosted cake the size of his head

[theloveinc]

omg.. deku getting a belly bc of ur food wahh <33 listen i cannot cook like AT ALL even tho i try so hard grr anyways thinking abt being married to him and slowly making progress in your cooking that when he starts getting his tummy you have this sudden realization that you've gotten sm better and it makes you so motivated to cook more and experiment and try different recipes and deku is like "? where did this come from?" but doesn't complain bc he gets to eat more of your delicious food and gets to see you happy <33333333

YES this is exactly it... and it's not like I don't think Deku can cook, it's just... he doesn't have time all that much to really do anything more than throw something random together if he's alone and needs to eat.

So I can imagine the whole thing starts when you use your interest in cooking to begin making bentos and lunch boxes for him to have at work instead of going out all the time or simply just starving (can you imagine, before all this, maybe even when you're still dating, the little dip he gets in his abdomen from a hollow stomach. You're all freaked out because he's not eating enough and hasn't been and he's just *shrug :)* lmaooo)... and eventually it just escalates into you including whole tupperwares of new things that you've made for him to try that he can never say no to🥺

WHICH NOT ONLY LEADS TO your happiness and his improved health, but also a nice bulky lil belly for you to caress when you're both in bed👅 head on his chest hand on his soft and hairy tummy while you fall asleep, I yam going to CRY.

[writertothemaximum]

Pairing: Tobio Kageyama x Reader

Summary: Kageyama gets really pent up and gets super nervous trying to ask you to finger him.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings/Content: nsfw/smut, Kageyama bottoming, dominant reader, anal fingering, non-gendered reader, extremely fluffy, contains cuddles

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26867611

It was lunch on a fine day in the middle of fall and you sat down at your classroom table, ready to eat your meal for the afternoon. Kageyama sat across from you, looking somehow more irritated than usual. It was actually quite challenging to figure out when he was bothered by something or just you know, being himself. Only with Kageyama exposure in high quantities would anyone be able to crack the code that is his resting bitchface. After six months of dating, you were one of the rare few who had grown to understand it.

Simply put, crossed legs, a distinct lack of a milkbox, and a lack of will to eat the bento you oh-so-kindly prepared for him this morning meant something was on his mind.

You unwrapped the cloth covering the lunchbox, firmly opened up the lid, snagged your chopsticks, and picked up a big piece of chicken katsu. Flinging it around in the air like imitating an airplane for a child who didn’t want to eat their vegetables, you brought it to Kageyama’s face. “Tobio, say ‘ahhh’,” you said, your voice almost stern.

He poked around, finally making eye contact. Reluctantly, he opened his mouth, “Ahhh—”

The katsu landed safely on his tongue. He took a second to pull the thing out as you slipped the chopsticks out from his lips and he started to chew.

“How is it?” you asked.

He seemed a little bit more pleasant.

“Good,” he said, nodding.

“Good, good,” you said, nodding back, a proud smile slapped across your face.

There was a little snicker from the seat next to you.

“Baby-baby Kageyama getting fed his lunch like a little baby,” Hinata said, snidely. You know he did it just to piss Kageyama off. It always worked. It wasn’t even ever a good one. At least Tsukishima came up with clever insults.

“Shut up, dumbass!” he snapped back at him, looking back at you patiently for another bite. His irritation was back, though, and he stared at you as if his mind only had the capacity for getting you to feed him another bite. Also volleyball. Probably.

“Hey, Hinata-kun, do you want a bite?” you asked, turning your attention to your right.

Hinata’s eyes lit up.

“Of course!” he said, shooting over to you with his mouth wide open.

The look on Kageyama’s face was one of the most precious things in the entire world. He looked hurt, almost, as if offering someone else the bento he didn’t even want to eat was not only detrimental to his well-being but his entire soul. His whole face dripped down in shock and mortification, as if asking why you would do something so cruel to him.

Taking another piece of katsu, you sprung your chopsticks into the air, whipping them around like an airplane mid-flight, sound effects, and all. The tip of the rounded wood swung by Hinata’s mouth, just as Kageyama’s lips parted, ever so slightly.

You rammed the thing into Kageyama’s mouth.

Chopsticks still poking out of his lips, he stood up and pumped both fists into the air proudly, congratulating his victory.

Hinata’s fist smacked lightly on the top of his head.

“Bakegama, you’re the boyfriend, if you didn’t win I’d be concerned,” he said, almost chuckling.

Kageyama sat back down, taking the chopsticks out of his mouth, accepting a pyrrhic victory. Hinata reached over and grabbed a piece of katsu with his fingers and flicked it into his mouth. Kageyama grabbed the box and held it close to his body.

“Hey! That’s my lunch, you idiot!” he shouted at him.

Hinata pouted, mouth still full of flavorful chicken. “What, I was offered it, anyways.”

You laughed at the duo, the bickering so pointless they might as well been having any other ordinary conversation. It was like this every day, but that also meant there was a mundanity to it all. A wonderful sort of peace to the regularity of things. It was really pleasant, you hoped things would stay like this for a long time.

…

In the evening of that same day, you got a text from Kageyama asking if he could come over. A part of you was tempted to say no to see his reaction, but you said yes, as you weren’t really doing anything. It was past dinner and his night practice, anyways, so your parents wouldn’t get too much into your business. And plus, you still wanted to know what was bothering him.

So that’s how you ended up sitting on your bed, flipping through English vocab flashcards, a boy practically twice your size cradled in your lap. He seemed somehow grumpier than normal, if that were at all possible. He clearly wasn’t studying with you, his focus seemed almost completely centered around frowning and ruminating on, well…something.

He really liked to sit with you holding him like this. He told you it felt really comfortable and warm and he wasn’t really sure why he liked it so much. Whenever he came over, especially if he was tired (especially if he lost a match), he’d sit right there on your lap, snuggling in, getting all warm and cozy. He was the little spoon and he indulged in every second of it.

If that Shiratorizawa guy you met was a ‘guess monster’ Kageyama most certainly was a ‘cuddle monster’.

“It’s distracting.”

“What is?” you asked in response, flicking by the word for ‘arbitrary’.

“That,” he reiterated, not really answering anything.

“Tobio, what is that?” you said, emphasizing the word in the same way he did.

Was the English practice bothering him? You knew he was especially bad in that subject, maybe seeing you look over it made him anxious. You had a test tomorrow so you wanted to make sure you were ready, but it was unlike Kageyama to be petty over something like that. He was usually petty over…dumber things.

Kageyama shuffled in your lap, moving his hand down to his groin, adjusting his underwear. There was a soft pat as the elastic moved back into place. He just tucked an erection in his waistband, right? That’s what that was, right?

You snapped the rubber band around your flashcards and with a groan, chucked them across the room, aiming for your backpack, not quite making it.

You grabbed the boy in your arms and flipped the world around, landing his back firmly against the bed. Pinning him down and grabbing his wrists firmly with your fists, you squinted your eyes, as if to appraise this body of his. Your focus led down his T-shirt and to the hem of his shirt, which you grabbed firmly and dragged up his chest.

Yeah, he was hard, alright. The poor thing was poking out the top of his gym shorts.

“Tobio, what was that?” you said again, words pronounced and sharp.

He looked so overwhelmed like this, it was a good look on him, trying to form words with a stuffed brow and puckered lips.

“I-I uh…” he mumbled out, his head rolling to the side.

You frowned.

“What is it? Come on, there’s nothing to be ashamed of,” you said, deciding on a laugh. “Plus, if you’re honest, it’ll help us deal with your little uh, ‘problem’.”

Yeah, whatever it was it was going to be a sex thing. He was still so timid about that kind of stuff, it was really cute. You never pushed him into anything, so he’d make requests every now and then, and it was really funny to see him open up about what he liked. Almost as if you’d hate him for some stupid reason like having natural urges like any other human being would.

He finally mustered up the courage to look you in the eye, his lips puffed out and expression meek and lacking confidence.

“...Can you finger me?”

You blinked a couple times, finally realizing what he had asked.

“You mean like, up your ass?”

He got irritated, easily pushing you back up, detaching himself from being pinned to the bed.

“Yeah! Like up my ass!” He shouted, not really concerned with how his tone of voice sounded. Then, it only came out as mumbles, “It’s not like I’ve been thinking about it for the past week or anything…”

Oh god, he was a giant idiot. Not subtle, Kageyama.

You started chuckling—hard to contain, really.

“Of course I’ll do it. What, did you think I’d laugh at you or something?” you asked.

Kageyama’s face turned sharp red.

“No.”

That was a yes. That was definitely a yes.

Well, you knew by now that Kageyama liked being on the receiving ends of things. A part of you wondered if he’d become a pillow-princess if you spoiled him too much.

“Alright, alright, get back down, let’s get you nice and comfy, shall we?” you said, waving your hands in the air for him to turn around. Reluctantly, he shifted his whole body weight, pulling his knees in and getting on all fours, face firmly against the pillow. A part of you wanted to grab his hair and force his neck up for air, but it wouldn’t be worth it at this point, considering you hadn’t even touched him. You’d get a better reaction if you did it later.

You bent around to the nightstand, fishing around for the stuff you’d need.

“Tobio, do you want me to use a condom, or are just my fingers fine?”

“Just fingers,” you heard, muffled by the pillow. It almost sounded like he was biting it. It was cute to see him preparing himself mentally for this. He seemed really eager and that was endearing.

Nails trimmed? Check. Lube? Check. One Kageyama with a huge ass waving in the air waiting for your fingers to fuck the shit out of him? Check.

Okay, okay, all good to go here.

You pulled yourself back onto the bed and flicked open the bottle’s cap, squirting out a little just to make sure you had enough. Snapping the thing shut again, you set your eyes back on sweet ass.

He was so cute on his hands and knees like this. It gave you a really good view of his calves and thighs, too. After years of jumping, years of running, they really developed into something that could only be described as perfect as a marble statue. When you wrapped your palms around them, you could feel the meat and bone, no trace of fat, each ligament and muscle tissue finely defined. He twitched slightly, muscles tensing as your fingers wrapped around the tissue.

Taking your other hand, you outstretched your index finger and poked hard on his ass, aiming for the spot where his asshole should be. It pushed the fabric into him, rubbing him through thick cloth aimlessly. It wasn’t a direct touch, it wasn’t close. You were just teasing him, suggesting that you were going to stick it up there, that you were really going to put it in him.

Kageyama got so antsy as you ground your finger into his ass. He shifted his hips, rubbing his dick against the waistband, absolutely desperate for some form of friction aside from this half-assed prodding at his shorts.

“Aren’t you gonna uh, like…Do something? Stop poking me….”

Ah, he was really cute when he got desperate, wasn’t he?

You slapped your hands on the sides of his hips and pulled the waistband of the gym shorts and his underwear in a slow motion, riding them gently down. When they got to his knees, you saw his dick spring out, still as hard and irritated as earlier. You arched his leg up in the air to pull the shorts off and flung them across the room, probably to settle near the flashcards on the ground.

There really was a different way asses looked when the guy really worked out. It wasn’t round and bubbly like how one might expect when you describe a great ass, but it retained all the springiness of tightly packed skin. It was clefted in a way, a little angular, a little flat, a little shaped like two rounded squares. It was so easy to wrap your hands around, to let your thumbs sink into the smooth skin, to feel each movement as he adjusted his knees to the pressure of his body weight on the bed.

He was shivering a little bit, as if the stress was lowering his body temperature, as if being nervous made his brain fire out shots of chills trying to understand that this was happening, that this was actually happening, and that he was lying here on your bed like this. You put a hand at the bottom of his tailbone, stabilizing him. You leaned in, using your other hand to gently rub his inner thigh, relaxing him, trailing soft kisses down the line of your thumb as it crossed his smooth skin.

Feeling his breathing slow down and the shaking slow, you leaned back up and grabbed the bottle, squirting a big glob of lube onto your fingers, running down to your palm. You used your other hand to get a firm grip on his ass, spreading one of his cheeks, leaving the small outline of a little hole, all shriveled up tight and twitching ever so slightly. You moved your hand toward him and as the tip of your finger traced the hairs on his asscrack, making him feel the echoes of the chills from before.

You could hear him muttering into the pillow, his face still planted into the thing, his hands clutching it tightly, as if it was the only thing keeping him bound to this world.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, it won’t hurt, I promise,” you said, making sure your words were gentle and comforting.

He started to calm again and you let your free hand run down the end of his back, slowly trickling up through the shirt to his spine, the soft tickle hopefully distracting the feeling of your finger up pressing on him.

It almost felt like the world was splitting when you let your first finger glide inside. You let your other hand grip on the middle of his back, supporting him, moving your finger further in, surrounded by heat and a warm grip.

“Mmmmngnh…” you heard him grumble into the pillow. A part of you wanted to see his expressions, but the other part of you knew that it was better like this. After all, it was his first time with anything inside, it was a little bit of a vulnerable position to be in.

“Is it in yet?” you heard from him more clearly, his head tilted to the side. Sweat covered his forehead, the thin strands of his bangs sticking to his skin.

“Hmm, only about halfway,” you said.

“Tch,” he responded with, face planted right back into soft cushion.

You couldn’t stop the soft smile on your lips, knowing that Kageyama was trying to act strong for you. He was trying to show that he could take it, even if it was really sensitive, even if it was embarrassing that he could possibly like something like this, even if he could never admit that it felt good to have a part of you inside him.

You pushed the rest of the finger in, feeling his groaning flush through the bed, humming slightly into the blankets. He took your first finger so well, all the way to the knuckle now. He squeezed a couple times around you, probably trying to get used to the sensation, even if relatively, one finger wasn’t very much.

Planning on thrusting your one finger into him a couple times, you moved your other hand to grab onto his thigh to make sure he wouldn’t thrash about the place. When you first started to pull out, you felt him clench around you, as if he couldn't bear with the thought of you leaving his ass. It was so slippery now, though, your finger accidentally popped out.

Kageyama gave a little groan like he was disappointed.

Holding back a snide comment, you just pushed right back into him, sliding in with little resistance this time. His torso leaned forward with your motion, as if his entire body was jelly against your pushes. After getting into a short rhythm with the one finger, you felt Kageyama start to get used to the sensation, pushing his hips back against you with each push. You were pretty sure you hadn’t found his prostate yet, but he seemed to just enjoy the feeling of having it inside, so that was good enough for you for now.

Gripping his thigh tighter to signal to him you were slowing down your pace, you bent your middle finger and pushed it into him, spreading him further. With the spark of greater tension, every hair on Kageyama’s back began to stand, pressure building inside of him, everything standing on edge. You pushed in and sweet sounds poured back, muffled and hoarse through the thick fabric. You pushed in deep, knuckles straining against the edge of his asshole, fingers pushing downwards, pressing gently against the inside of his belly.

“Haaaaargh,” you heard from him, lifting his head off the pillow for a breathy gasp of air.

You looked down and noticed that his dick had started dripping. It did feel like you were touching something a little harder in there. You poked again, rubbing your two fingers up and down like you were beckoning him to come over to you.

“Hnnnnnnng,” he moaned, this time the pitch riding low as it faded out. You could feel it as the pleasure swept through him like a wave, crashing hoarsely and crudely outside of his body and through his groin.

Yeah, that was definitely his prostate.

“How does that feel?” You asked.

“Goooood…” he mumbled.

You scissored your fingers apart to get a better look at his asshole, now red and twitching, shuddering with the rest of his body, taking in every sensation, every rubbing motion of his insides. His dick just felt so hot and tingly, he wanted to touch it, he wanted to reach down and start jacking himself off as you prodded around inside of him. His hand, torn and calloused from hours of work, finally moved down and he started to touch himself. Even with only a couple of strokes, you could feel him starting to come. That wouldn’t be fun. You hadn’t had your fill yet.

You pulled your fingers out and grabbed him strongly on the shoulder, flipping his entire body around, slamming him onto his back. He faced you now, pretty blue eyes with a confused look, concerned, almost frightened at the look you were giving him. It had been too hot with his face against the pillow, sweat was dripping down his forehead, his hair clinging tightly in bunches to his skin.

With great force, you slammed your hand down on his mouth. Covering his lips, you felt him thrash around, almost trying to get you off him, never for a second earnestly meaning to. He started whining, the vibrations of his throat reverberating through your hand and coming off as garbled garbage.

“You’re being too loud, you need to quiet down.”

You put your other hand by his ass and pushed three fingers in. If it wasn’t for your hand, he would have never been able to contain the moan. You pushed up, seeing his eyes go wide and roll back, feeling everything all the way up his spine into the very fiber of his body. His moans came out gagged, hoarse, and choked, begging for air. His saliva caked your fingers, unable to keep it all in, unable to force his mouth closed, unable to stop the sounds from coming out.

Kageyama started clutching his asshole around your fingers, desperately trying to get any sensation of friction as he could. His fingers were wrapped firmly around your shoulders, holding on for dear life, trying to stabilize himself in any way he could so his mind wouldn’t go crazy, so his mind wouldn’t get consumed by all these feelings going up his ass.

He moved a hand off your shoulder and started to touch himself, this time with less restraint. He seemed so desperate for any kind of attention there, any kind of feeling that would draw him over the edge, any tingling that would tip him into that wonderful feeling.

It wasn’t long before you felt his muscles start to clench. Before everything started to tense up and his mouth to start lolling against your hand, dragging his tongue aimlessly across your fingers. He came, sucking your fingers inside his ass as deep as he could, milking them for that sweet release as far as he could take it.

For a moment, everything seemed still. He started to relax around you and there was a sore tension around your fingers as you pulled them out of him. You took your hand off his mouth and he rolled away from you, covered in sweat and a lovely trail of semen up his shirt.

He really looked like he was going to fall asleep, but he was more just catching his breath.

“So…” you started, still kneeling in front of him. “How was it?”

He almost pouted.

“Could you hold me?” he asked.

“Of course,” you said, smiling.

You rolled onto the bed, trying not to get too much of the stickiness of the lube on your hands on the bed, but realizing that you’d probably have to wash everything anyways. You slipped your arm under his torso, his body weight sinking deeply into the mattress. You wrapped both arms around him tightly, resting your head against his neck, cradling him like a little spoon. He pulled his knees up to his chest, lying comfortably. You relaxed like that for what seemed like minutes, just feeling the body heat on your face slowly dissipate into a graceful warmth.

[ohkiyo]

characters: shiratorizawa and reader.

warnings: none

word count: 3k+

a/n: Wrote this at around 1 am, and honestly I don’t know what I just did, so enjoy this little mess.

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Shiratorizawa Academy is known as one of the top schools in the prefecture, not only because do their students excel in sports; they make sure that they excel in academics as well. Students are expected to perform their best, especially those who were accepted through the school’s sports scholarships. 

Student workloads increase as they reach their second year and third year, while the first years were still lightly breezing their way through high school.

So when morning practice came (Y/n) was quite surprise when most, if not all, the upperclassmen regulars were looking quite sluggish. They were quiet, as she had observed from her spot on the bench, as they entered the gym already in their practice clothes and started stretching. 

She blinks, surveying the area to look for her fellow first year to see that he was as energetic as ever. Nevertheless, she just shook her head, dismissing it as some sort of morning blues; morning practice starts quite early so she understands if they were wishing that they were still in bed.

However, when afternoon practice came, she can still see that they were still looking a bit tired, stressed, was what she would call it. They seem to be back to their normal state however, as Tendou was already bothering the others like he normally did.

“Ne, ne” she called, catching Goshiki’s attention “Are the senpais okay?”

Goshiki blinks at her question, as he stood beside her observing them himself. Unfortunately, Goshiki was not blessed with the same skill set as her so he just shrugs his shoulders and said, “They seem fine”

“No, no. They look…” she paused for a moment as if trying to look for the right words to say “…tense”

Goshiki hummed, rubbing his chin “Now that you mention it, Shirabu-san does look a bit cranky than usual”

“Right? Right?”

“But Ushijima-san’s looking fresh as ever though” he pointed out as they turned their attention to the said captain, who as usual was donning that serious and intense look on his face as he talks to Semi. They sweatdrop, before turning to look at each other.

“It’s probably because they have more requirements than us, I remember Tendou-san complaining about another research paper yesterday”

They stayed quiet for a moment before (Y/n) spoke up “What do you say we throw them a surprise party?”

He turned to look at her in surprise, as she continued to explain “We haven’t done anything fun since the training camp and I’m sure the senpais would like to have a break once in a while”

At this, Goshiki immediately agreed to her suggestion, she claps her hands in delight before she started to write the idea in her notebook.

“We’ll talk about it later at dinner, but for now, let’s keep this a secret okay?” he nodded his head, jogging back to the court as Coach Saito blew the whistle, signifying that break was over.

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Later that evening, the two of them sat at a table separate from the ones the other regulars were using. Normally, they would eat their meal with them, however, they need to start planning early if they want that party to be a success. By now, they had already picked out the date, choosing the last day of the month as it was a day off for the team, decorations had already been decided as well as the food they were going to serve.

“But, where are we going to get the money though?” Goshiki questioned as he read through the plans.

(Y/n) drummed her fingers on the table, biting her lip. Racking her brain for any ideas to raise money.

“Good evening Goshiki-kun, (L/n)-chan” they turned their head to look at the voice to see a familiar face.

“Good evening Higuchi-san” they greeted back, giving the girl a light bow. Watching the female’s retreating figure as she walks away, taking a seat at the table her friends are occupying.

“Doesn’t she have a crush on Kawanishi-san?”

 (Y/n)’s eyebrows furrowed “She does?”

Goshiki nodded his head “I remember she asks me for a picture of him before, she even offered to pay me just for a single shot…“ Goshiki paused, his eyes going wide before he turned his head to the girl beside him.

“You know what I’m thinking right?!” he asks excitedly as (Y/n) nodded her head vigorously, immediately writing it down on her notebook

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Reon watched the two with curiosity “What are they doing?” he asks, turning to look at the people sitting with him.

“They’ve been busy talking since practice was over” Yamagata answered, watching Goshiki talking animatedly, his hands moving around making weird gestures as (Y/n) nodded her head. Occasionally writing on the notebook she brought with her as if taking note of everything he was saying.

“They didn’t even eat their food” Shirabu pointed out as they all turned to look to see that indeed, not a single one of the dishes on their tray was touched. The food tray looked liked it was pushed aside as the two of them were too busy talking to each other.

Letting out a sigh, Semi cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted “Oi! Eat your dinner first before doing anything else!”

This caught the duo’s attention as they immediately abandoned their little conversation and started gobbling down their food.

“You don’t have to yell at them you know” Tendou tutted, wagging his finger at him.

Semi clicked his tongue in response before finishing his dinner “If they don’t eat anything, they’re going to keep bothering me to give them a snack later”

“They’re bothering you because they know you’d give in anyways” Yamagata teased, grinning at him.

“You should really stop babying them Semi-san” Kawanishi added, giving him a blank look.

“…and you should not buy too many of those snacks, they are unhealthy” Ushijima just stared at him as the others snickered.

“All of you, shut up”

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Days already went by and Goshiki and (Y/n) decided to put their plan into action. The first few days were used to gather the money they needed, Goshiki was in charge of taking the pictures while (Y/n) was tasked of looking for buyers, it wasn’t even hard considering that majority of Shiratorizawa’s female population and a few from the male have a crush on either one of the boys in the volleyball team.

Goshiki, however, was having some trouble, he had to sneak around so he could get a few exclusive shots since the girls were more than willing to pay a very high price just to have a shirtless picture of either one of them. He got caught, once or twice, but he told them that it was just for a scrapbook project for his English class.

That earned him a few suspicious looks from Shirabu.

“They’re onto me you know” Goshiki said one day, as they met up during lunch to discuss the progress of their plans.

(Y/n) just hummed in response, swiping through the pictures he took “Don’t worry, they won’t find out”

She handed to him back his phone as she opened her bento box and placed it in between them “We have enough money now, so we can start buying the things we need”

Goshiki nodded his head, taking a piece of egg roll from their shared lunch.

“I also told Sagae-kun about our little fundraising project and he told me he had a female friend who wants to take a picture with you” she wiggled her eyebrows at him, her voice teasing as a blush slowly appears on his cheeks.

“R-really?” he asks, not even daring to look at her in the eye.

“Uh-huh” she leaned in closer to him, whispering in his ear “She said that she watched you play so many times before, she even said you were cool”

She leaned back, eyeing the boy as he gaped at her. She chuckled patting his back.

“We’ll meet up with her later so keep you bangs tidy, okay ace?”

She let out a laugh as Goshiki rapidly nodded his head before stuffing his face with his lunch.

And so later that evening, after practice, Goshiki and (Y/n) hurriedly stuffed their belongings into their bag as they speed walk out of the gym to meet up with Sagae at the gate. However, this didn’t go unnoticed by the other regulars because once they were out of the door, Tendou called out.

“You two are in a hurry, where are you going?” they turned around to see the others walking over to them.

“We’re just going out to buy something” (Y/n) scratch her cheek as they just stared at them, giving them a look that clearly says they weren’t buying it. She nudges Goshiki with her shoulder as he immediately followed with his own reason.

“I-it’s for our project” the fact that he just stuttered was enough to convince them that indeed they were lying.

“It’s already 9 pm, curfew is in an hour” Ushijima stared them down, they gulped. The look on his face was scary and he wasn’t even trying, that natural intense and firm look he has had never been a problem before, so they wondered why right now they were getting scared.

“We’ll be back by 10 promise!” they didn’t even wait for a response as the both of them dashed towards the gate, grabbing Sagae by the arm who had been nervously watching the exchange and ran out of the school campus.

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The next day, Semi looked around the gym to see that they were missing a few people, notably their first-year manager and their proclaimed future ace.

“Something wrong?” Reon walks up to him as the setter just keeps on looking around the room.

“It’s been 30 minutes since practice started and (Y/n) and Goshiki aren’t here yet” he answered, as Reon also looked around, just noticing that the two weren’t actually present.

“They’re in detention right now” they heard Kawanishi answered, as he walk towards them with Shirabu in tow.

Reon and Semi’s eyes widened in shock “Ha?!”

Shirabu sighed, placing a hand on his hip as he explained “Apparently, those two idiots came back around 11 pm, so they had to call the guard to let them in”

Semi facepalmed as Reon just shook his head, before walking away.

Thirty minutes later, the two missing first years came in through the door panting, yelling out a greeting to the people inside.

Stomping over to them, Semi grabbed them by the collar of their shirt and dragged them to the corner of the gym.

“Explain” was all he said, crossing his arms as he watches the two exchange looks.

“I uh-uh” the both of them couldn’t even form any words as their mind went blank. By now, Yamagata, Tendou and Shirabu had joined Semi, and with the three additional pairs of eyes, it became too much for them.

Fortunately, the gods were feeling a bit nice today. 

“Tsutomu, go do 100 serves!” Washijo-sensei yelled.

“(Y/n), I need your notes from last week” Coach Saito called, as the two immediately excuse themselves and ducked away from the four. Letting out a sigh of relief, thankful for the distraction.

After that little incident, they were required to give detailed information whenever they were out doing something that was a little too questionable, this tested their creativity in making up elaborate excuses to cover up for their actions. They had probably explored every inch of the school grounds as they try to find the safest place to hide as they make the decorations, to avoid any more questions.

Finally, the day of the party came, and since there was no practice, (Y/n) had to convince Coach Saito to let her borrow the gym keys. It wasn’t hard considering the fact that he was busy talking to the phone when she approaches him. She didn’t even have to explain herself when he immediately handed her the keys and shooed her out of the faculty room.

“Dinner is served at 7 pm so we need to be done by then” Goshiki said as they make their way to the gym, carrying the boxes filled with their decorations. It was already 4 pm and the students were using this time to study while those who have clubs were already practicing.

“I’ll pick up the food later at 5:30” entering the gym, they close the door behind them and immediately started decorating. 

Goshiki was in charge of hanging the streamers and lights since he was the tallest between the two and the only one who could reach inaccessible places, while (Y/n) prepared the table and chairs. Covering them with cloths she borrowed from the drama club and started skirting it, creating some light frills to make it look less plain.

Two hours later, the two of them were finally done. The table was already set up with foods, drinks, and eating utensils while the firefly lights from above flickered, as a soft tune from the speaker played in the background. They stood at the side, watching the result of their hard work, still not believing that they were able to complete it all with just the two of them.

“Now, all we have to do is call them” Goshiki shot (Y/n) a grin as she mirrored him.

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“This is tiring” Tendou complained, laying his head on the table, taking out the hair clip from his hair and placing it on top of his book. Currently, they were in Ushijima’s room, having a group study for an upcoming major exam, and since all of them were scholarship holders, they have to get grades higher than the required average.

Looking up from his notes, Ushijima turned to look at the time to see that it was already 6:20 pm, and they had been studying since 3:00 pm.

“Let’s take a break, we will resume after dinner”

With that, they abandoned their study materials and started scrolling through their phone, when a message from Goshiki came through their group chat. It was a picture of (Y/n) laying on the floor with her eyes close.

‘She passed out! We’re in the gym right now, please help’

Was all he sent before they were immediately running out of the room, not even bothering to ask him for more details. Once they were out of the dorm building, they were met with an equally worried Shirabu and Kawanishi and by the look on their face, it was clear that they had read the message as well.

So they run across the campus, reaching the gym in record time.

“(Y/n) are you alri-“ 

“SURPRISE!” they stop in their tracks, staring at the two first years standing in the middle of the gym, wide smiles on their face.

“What’s going on?” they ran to the two, inspecting for any injury.

“What’s all these?” Reon gestured to the decorations, as the others waited for them to explain.

“We notice that you guys were looking so stress so we decided to throw you a surprise party” (Y/n) explained, suddenly feeling shy.

“You two did all these for us?” Semi asks in disbelief as the two nodded their head, beside him, Tendou wiped a tear from his eye before tackling the two for a hug.

“You guys are the best kohais ever!” was all he said as the others immediately followed suit and the hug immediately became a messy tangled of limbs. A few more tears were shed, mainly from Shirabu and Kawanishi, but they wouldn’t even admit that anyway, while Yamagata and Tendou just wailed. Semi, Ushijima and Reon who were a bit more in control with their emotions, tightened their arms around the group.

“Come on, come on let’s eat” pulling away, Goshiki started pushing them towards the table as they stare at it in awe.

All of the dishes displayed on the table were all their favorite, as they had noted, with two cakes at the side and a few drinks. Gathering around the table, they said their thanks and started eating. Filling their plate with different kinds of food, not wanting to waste the effort their precious juniors had made.

From the sideline, Goshiki and (Y/n) observe the lively chatter their seniors were making, taking in the smiles on their faces.

Feeling a hand on their head they look up to see Ushijima giving them one of his rare smiles “Thank you” was all he said, there was no need for any long speech because just one look at him was enough to confirm that he was grateful for the surprise.

Grinning at each other, they shared a fist bump before they too started piling food on their plate.

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“So where did you get the money?” Semi questioned, turning his body away from the table to look at them.

The two stayed quiet for a moment, not knowing what to say.

“We did a few odd jobs here and there” was Goshiki’s answer, as he let out a nervous laugh, elbowing (Y/n) to the side who almost spit out her drink in surprise.

“That’s the 15th lie you’ve told us this month, tell us the truth” Shirabu gave them a pointed look, daring them to tell another lie.

(Y/n) and Goshiki gaped at him, who knew he was actually counting.

“Well?” by now, everyone was already looking at them, and having no way out, and no more excuses to tell, they blurted out.

“Wesoldexclusivephotosofyoutoyourfans”

They blink, not understanding a single thing (Y/n) said. Taking in a deep breath, she looks at them in the eye and repeated.

“We sold exclusive photos of you to your fans”

The silence lasted for a whole minute before Tendou decided to say something “Really? That’s cool!”

“Are they high quality?” Ushijima followed, a look of genuine interest on his face.

“You’re not even concerned as to what kind of pictures they sold?” Reon said exasperatedly.

“How much did you sell it for?” Kawanishi questioned, as he looks at the two.

“Around 800 to 1,000 yen”

“You should’ve charged higher”

Semi shook his head at what Yamagata said, giving them a disapproving look.

“You’re all bad influence, every single one of you”