#haikyuu x reader fluf

[iwas-princess]

suna rintaro • christmas eve princess

“c’mon, baby. don’t be like that.”

you huffed back at your boyfriend, your arms crossed over your chest as you childishly pouted. you walked ahead of him, continuing your journey to the passenger seat of his luxury car.

“hey, sweetheart, stop.” he chuckled as you continued to ignore him.

the silent treatment that you played didn’t let up as you neared his car in the store’s packed parking lot, much to his dismay. he stayed behind you, his large hands filled with your family’s christmas gifts you both had just purchased last minute.

it started out small, this argument did.

suna, ever the lazy man he is, pushed aside gift buying for weeks as your schedule filled once finals season approached, resulting in your shopping to begin the night before christmas. to say that you were irritated would be an understatement when you found that there were no gifts to wrap.

you wanted to kill rintaro, and even contemplated makibg sleep on the couch for a week— but it was christmas eve and even though he was annoying, you still wanted nothing more than to be near him during this holiday season.

angry or not.

as you approached your passenger door, you turned around briefly to take one look at him.

his hair was collecting snowflakes, the jet black locks speckled with white fuzz beautifully. his strong arms were carrying two heavy bags and one large electronic box for your younger sibling, and although he looked as if the items were nothing compared to him, you could tell that he was struggling slightly to carry them all in this cold, and his long fingers were most likely numb from the cold.

“wait, just a second. you know that you’re not allowed to open your own door; that’s my job.” suna corrected as your glove clad hand reached the car door handle.

you rolled your eyes, but felt your heart warm a few temperatures at his manners.

“let me just set these in the trunk and i’ll get you in that nice and toasty car, ‘kay? don’t want my princess getting too cold.” he explained as he popen the trunk, and carefully set the gifts in there.

you waited patiently, frustrated at him, but nevertheless ignored him still.

he tucked his frozen hands in his pockets breifly as he walked around the your side of the car, sending a flirty wink your way as he watched your eyes follow his moves briefly before looking off in the distance.

“i saw that, pretty girl.” he chuckled under his breath as he reached you.

the close proximity of him suddenly, caused a warm feeling to envelop your cold body. his scent filled your lungs as you breathed in the harsh air, your eyes nearly rolling back at the smell.

he was intoxicating.

his bare hand covered yours to gain your attention, wanting nothing more than to see your eyes on him once more— those pretty eyes that he adored.

when you didn’t budge, he let out an airy laugh at your behavior,

“sweetie, c’mon. look at me…” his voice was nearly teasing, catlike in every way as he spoke.

“what?” you harshly huffed out.

“ah, there she is. there’s your pretty voice that i missed so much.” he gently cooed at you. you found it condescending.

“what do you want, rintaro? i’m cold.” you were icy cold when you asked him, your voice cruel.

he ignored your attitude, tucking a loose strand behind your ear before caging you against the car door.

“rintaro! what is wrong with you? i’m freezing and i have to go home and wrap presents because you,” you shoved your finger against his coat covered chest. “didn’t tell me that we didn’t have any until last minute! now, i’m going to be exhausted all fucking day tomorrow because i’ll go to bed late”.

he smirked as you shouted quietly at him, careful not to make a scene.

he didn’t want to invalidate you in anyway, because he knew very well that he fucked up this year, but something about how adorable you looked in your puffy coat he bought you had his heart bursting. you looked so damn cute, exclaiming about your worries while you dressed warmly. your cheeks were flushed from the harsh cold, your nose beginning to run as well.

you had his whole heart and you didn’t even realize it.

you noticed the smug look on his face, immediately resulting in a punch to his shoulder.

he hissed in pain lowly, his broad body flinching back slightly before the hand covering yours nursed the now sore muscle.

“ouch, baby. that was awfully mean of you, don’t you think?”

you huffed in annoyance before turning around and opening the door yourself. but, just as you opened it, your boyfriend was quick to shut it with his knee.

“hey! what is your-“

he face leaned closer to yours, his cold nose touching your own freezing one. his dark eyes bored into yours and his lips brushed against yours gently.

“you know only i open this door for you, no one else. not even you.” he whispered darkly, his voice raspy.

you nodded slowly, allowing him to reach next to you and open the door back open for you, his eyes never leaving yours. he backed up enough for the door to fully open.

“go in.”

you obeyed reluctantly. you slid into the luxurious car, the soft heated cushions welcoming you happily with comforting warmth. you let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling, before turning your attention back to your doting boyfriend. he leaned in towards you slowly, your breath hitched as his torso entered the warm car. his face became nothing but a few inches away from yours, giving you the impression that he was going to give you a forgiving kiss. but instead, he reached a few inches behind him, and pulled the seatbelt around your lap before buckling it.

“gotta keep my little princess safe, don’t i? these roads are icy, brat.”

you nodded along, at loss for words.

“suna?” you called out after a few moments of thought as he was exiting the vehicle.

he stopped momentarily, crouching over slightly to hear and look at you as you spoke.

“kiss me.” you whispered.

he smiled wide, and if his cheeks weren’t frostkissed you could’ve seen the blush that creeped upon him at your words.

“of course.”

[knmaskitten]

Love me back ⊹ ♡

Pairing: Kageyama Tobio/ afab!reader.

Summary: inspired by love me back by fromis_9. You moved to your new house thanks to college, and one day, as you were preparing to deliver a gift to your neighbour, you encountered said person, Kageyama Tobio. After that, you keep longing to bump into him and slowly get him to correspond to your feelings. But when that does not happen, you plan a scheme with your best friend as the ultimate test to see if Tobio likes you or not.

warnings/tags: afab!fem reader. No use of y/n. Neighbours to lovers. Kageyama really is bad at expressing love. Reader is head over heels. A little bit of physical descriptions but nothing specific like hair color, length, etc. You use Oikawa Tooru to make Kageyama jealous. Oikawa is your best friend.

notes: I wanted to write this since so long ago, Kageyama is one of my favorite boys. As always, this was not proof read so I apologize for any bad grammar. Not necessary but english is my second language so have that in mind while reading. As always my AO3 is here (I post there first).

wc: 2,500

It was so utterly frustrating having to look at him all day long, knowing how your heart wanted to escape your ribcage every time you exchanged glances with his dark ocean eyes. You longed to see him every day, whether the sun was at its highest or lowest. You wanted to see him. For him to notice you and to exchange more than just “Hi” or “How are you?”. You’re sure you would have a stroke if he ever said something related to your outfits, which you carefully picked whenever you were going to “accidentally” bump into him.

Being neighbours with Kageyama was going to be the death of you. Your anxiety went through the roof when you thought about him, which was no bueno. Your cortisol levels were so high that your therapist advised you to finally blurt out a confession to him so you could be let out of this misery. But no, you were not that kind of girl anymore. All your life, you were the one who always had to confess to everybody, and you hated not being the one being confessed to. This had a huge impact on your self-esteem and made you doubt if you were loveable enough to be even considered a lover.

You were a nice lover, you thought. It isn’t like you haven’t dated anyone before this crush. Your first boyfriend, Marco, was a nice guy™ and you two had a very nice relationship. The thing is, your first relationship was just nice—not passionate, not vehement, not ardent, not fervent—nothing. Just nice. And it was rare to feel what you felt towards Kageyama; you were sure it wasn’t just infatuation; you could already feel what it really was and what it really meant. 

You were Kageyama’s right-side neighbour. You moved by yourself, next to where he lived, a few years ago because of college. You met him on your second day in your new home. He was returning from practise; he looked sweaty and tired. He had a jacket that said “Japan” on it, a volleyball ball on his right hand, and his sports bag on his shoulder. His hair was dark and messy, giving him a certain kind of freshness. You were casually walking towards his house, a friendly gift on your hands, hoping to form good bonds with your neighbours.

He observed you carefully and analyzed you, as if he were searching for something else behind your clear intentions. He did not smile at you, but he did stop walking to face you fully, silently questioning you. So you nervously replied:

“I’m…I’m your new neighbour!” You tried not to yell, but your words came out a lot louder than you intended to. This made you feel wobbly, with the tray in your hands threatening to fall to the ground. “I made some strawberry shortcake for you.” You pointed with your head towards the tray; it was a cute, soft pink platter with a ribbon design. It was trembling slightly thanks to your jitters.

“Thank you.” He bowed towards you, his hair moving with its movements. You paid attention to how his muscles flexed and then relaxed, creating wrinkles in his jacket and sports shorts. “I’m sorry, I don’t have anything for you.”

“That’s not necessary; this was just a small gesture. You dont have to give me anything, really.” You blurted your verbiage out without thinking. What was going on? You usually weren’t this awkward with people. You had confidence, which you slowly but surely cultivated through the years, and it was really hard for your ego to accept that a mere boy could have this impact on you.

He was a handsome boy with knowing eyes; his eyes were hungry to analyze the world around him, and the profound, dark blue ocean that his eyes were had you wanting to explore every nook and cranny in them. He was taller than you—almost 20 centimeters taller, giving him a certain kind of power over you. He had a toned and muscular figure, which coincided with the fact that he was a volleyball player, which you admired. You guessed he played in the Japanese volleyball league, making him a professional at what he did. And that was so interesting.

It just occurred to you that he perfectly could have rejected your dessert, given the fact that he needs to eat well and your shortcake was considered junk food. This fact struck your heart like lightning, making you feel butterflies in your stomach. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to pass him the tray. It seems you were in awe for too long because he gave you a frown.

“Right, sorry, here you go.” 

"Later.” He said while walking towards his house, leaving you perplexed.

That was the first time you two had any interaction. You took every opportunity you had to talk to him: sometimes you needed sugar, other times you needed a kitchen supply he had, and one time you needed help grabbing something from the top of your kitchen cabinets that you couldn’t reach. Other times you nonchalantly waited outside your home, seemingly sweeping your entrance, while you knew he would return from practise around this hour.

One particular time, he looked strangely dazed and out of tune, which you knew (by observing him so much) was weird. You had your broom on your hand, and the leaves in the cement were in a little pile right to your feet. You kept looking at him without a care in the world, scrutinizing him. This did not go unnoticed by him.

“Do I have something in my face?” He straightforwardly said, making eye contact with you. His back was ever so slightly arched and his hair was sticking to his forehead. His blue eyes were lit up with annoyance.

“Kageyama-kun, are you alright? You look out of it.” Worry seeped out of your words, a tender breeze brushing your hair.

“N—no! I mean, yes! I’m fine” He replied a little bit flustered, like he didn’t expect you to read him so well.

You left your broom on the side of your fence and you started walking towards him until you faced him. Face to face, he had to arch his back a little bit more to look at your eyes, which were full of a weird determination.

“Kageyama-kun I know I’m not your friend, but I can help you if you desire; I’m right next to you, and I swear I will do my best.” You stated that you were dead set on helping him out; even if he rejected your offer, you wanted to let him know you were worried about him. The sun shone on the right side of his face, highlighting his skin in a dance of light and shadows. This made time slow down around you, leaving just the two of you in this odd bubble you created.

“I…” He pouted, averting his gaze from yours as he frowned. “I just had a bad practise, that’s all.” He reluctantly said it in a mumble.

With all the will and courage you could possibly muster up, you walked even closer to him and gave him a big, tight hug, mumbling in a low and serene tone, “You’re still an amazing player.”

He trembled and then squished out of your hug, flustered. “I know!” he yelled, pointing to you with his index finger. ”I won’t lose!”

Kageyama was never socially good, and he was even less good with friends. So he did what he knew best: yell and challenge. You stood still, thinking you fucked up, your feelings bubbling in the pit of your stomach as anxiety started to gain a strong presence in you.

“S—sorry.” You muttered before walking rapidly towards your home, obviously not before taking your broom with you. You stopped on your heels, turned towards him and gave him a bow “Excuse me!” You yelled, leaving him there.

And after that, you both exchanged conversations that tacitly had something behind them. You sometimes thought Kageyama hated you and other times that he merely had to stand your presence, but once you thought he saw you as something else. You wanted him to look at you the way you looked at him, to long for your presence like you did his, to analyze your figure and eyes like you did his. To invite you on a damn date! If he didn’t hurry, you were going to finally accept the advances of a guy at your college.

In the battle of egos, you were not going to lose; you had a strong resolve, and that was: Kageyama had to confess to you. And it is not like you didn’t do anything to achieve this; you kept giving him gifts and kept advising him when he looked troubled. You secretly loved when he gave you attention, even if it was just crumbs. You had the opportunity to know a little bit more about him in every exchange you guys had, craving every chance you had of getting his attention. The feeling of his eyes on you, looking at only you with a certain kind of intent.

This went on for about six months—six long months of crumbs. And you were so not having it that you managed to get Kageyama’s phone number and his socials (you always waited for him to text or call you, but he never did, so you reluctantly had to be the one to initiate the conversation), but even then, you were not certain as to what he felt for you. Did he love you as well? Did he hate you? You were so nervous, uncertainty filling your body to the brim.

So, you decided to do a scheme with your best friend, Oikawa Tooru. This was evil in many ways, as you knew the rivalry Tobio had with your best friend. You met Tooru on a trip to your aunt’s house in Miyagi, and after a weirdly funny encounter, you two hit it off as best friends. You rarely met, but this was no excuse for how close you two grew together. It really was a coincidence that the “stupid setter from Karasuno” that Oikawa often talked about turned out to be Kageyama, which was stupidly funny.

You definitely were not the type to do these type of schemes, but you were desperate. You needed at least a glance that said I love you—a lovingly full of attention glance. And this fact also ashamed you; a guy had you craving attention; he had you in the palm of his hand, and he was so oblivious to it. This simply made you furious; you were not one to give into a guy this easily, and it made you angry that he didn’t show any signs.

So, you decided to carry out your plan. You called Oikawa and discussed with him:

“Tooru-chan, accept, please.” You pleaded.

“Using me! Huh! And to make Tobio-chan jealous! Him, of all people!” He said, frustrated and a little bit offended. “Why him, dear? Why him?”

“Please, Tooru, he means a lot to me.”

“But he is an idiot if you have to go to these lengths to get his attention.” He scolded you.

“But, Tooru, I love him!” You cried over the phone.

There was a brief silence on the other line; you could only hear the faint sound of static.

“You are lucky I’m in Japan right now.” He said, resigning to your plan.

“I love you, Tooru! You’re amazing!” 

Happily, you hung up the phone. The plan was as follows: he was going to pick you up for a “date” at the time Tobio arrived home from practise, and then you two were actually going to go out because Oikawa asked to at least have some real time with his best friend. So you texted him with the date and time he had to be at your front door. You insisted on him looking extra handsome that day and reacted with, “I’m always extra handsome! >:c” .

When the day came, you decided to pamper yourself. You wore makeup today; you wore a light pink eyeshadow that highlighted your eyes, applying a little bit of glitter at the center of your lid. You carefully placed your blush to make you look naturally flushed. You did your winged liner and used mascara. You successfully enhanced your natural beauty. You left your hair down, as it was what you were most comfortable with. You wanted to look cute, so you picked a white, flowy dress that made you shine. You paired it with black Mary Jane shoes and white socks, as well as a pearly necklace with a purple gem. 

At six thirty, your door bell rang and a text bubble appeared on the screen of your phone: “Open the door, dummy.” . And so you hurried up. You put your phone in your black purse and grabbed a black jacket to pair your dress with. You ran downstairs towards the door and opened it very happily.

“Tooru!” you exclaimed, excited. As you hugged your friend tightly, you peeked over his shoulder and saw Kageyama’s figure approaching. You whispered, "Ok, Tooru, let’s do it. Kageyama’s coming”

You knew you were going to get a reaction from him, but not this one. He stopped, looking between you and Oikawa; he got the clue instantly as he saw you both well dressed. You could swear you saw fire coming out of him.

“Oikawa.” He said it in a low tone, angrily.

“Tobio-chan!” He cheerfully replied.

“What are you doing with her? How do you know her?” He blurted out, arching his brow, walking closer to you.

“Going on a date. Not that its any of your business.” Oikawa gave him an annoyed smile.

“No, you’re not.” You swear you and Oikawa are still in your places, surprised by this. Your heart started to race. 

“You’re not fair!” You yelled at him, feeling overwhelmed. “You ignore me, then forbid me from going on a date?”

“I…its just…I." He started.

“You what?”

He then walked towards you fully, and taking you by the shoulders, he kissed you passionately. His hands were not moving, and you were so stunned that it took you a second to correspond with him. Oikawa stood still, a little awkward. He decided to slowly walk towards your door and leave you two to it. He was still going to have his time with you nonetheless.

“Oikawa is not the right guy for you. I am. I think I love you. I want you.”

You didn’t say anything, as those words were the one thing you wanted to hear the most, for the longest of times. And you had it now, and it felt amazingly odd; it was a new feeling that meant your love was reciprocated. 

“Oikawa is my best friend. I love you, idiot.”

And then you hugged him, and this time he hugged you back.

Thank you for reading <3

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Chances ✨by orphan_account(oneshot, crush, fluff)Semi wasn’t known to take chances, opting to choose the safer routes to shield himself from disappointment and pain. But when you stumble into his life unannounced, for the first time in a really long while, Semi finds himself wanting to take this chance with you. [COMPLETED]

memories pt.1, pt.2, pt.3 by @keijikunn (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff, slowburn, strangers to lovers)On the last day of the year, you dream of your soulmate’s most impactant memory that happened within the year. Each memory will be different each year.[ONGOING]

Jealous ✨✨by @watevermelon (oneshot, humor, angst with happy ending) You thought you were content with your relationship so far - Semi was your best friend and these past few years were some of the most memorable. But all of that quickly changes with some outside forces.[COMPLETED]

Lyrics in my head ✨by @osamiiya (oneshot, soulmate au)When you turn 18, you can hear your soulmate singing. So, what happens when you look up a song, and your friend takes you to a concert?[COMPLETED]

Longing✨ by itbeajen (oneshot, fluf) Each flower has its own meaning.But receiving them like this, without any reason or hints as to who they're from, you're left wanting for more.[COMPLETED]

the thing about childhood friends by alicemitch09 (oneshot, friends to lovers, fluff, angst)You know what sucks about childhood friends? It was fucking cliché, that one of the two was bound to fall for other. One day, he's just that snotty little boy you tagged along with almost every day, the next; you're in love with him.[COMPLETED]

Shot in the Heart by eightowls (oneshot, fluff)You're the Shiratorizawa manager playing a game of laser tag with your team. [COMPLETED]

last song syndrome (s. eita) by memento_amare (orphan_account) (oneshot, friends to lovers, fluff) also known as earworm, the condition of having a song play repeatedly in one's head. (or, semi can't get you out of his mind—and heart.)[COMPLETED]

𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 [ Eita Semi x Reader ] ✨✨by Cutesight (strangers to lovers, fluff, slow burn)Semi secretly has a love for music that he's afraid to let his teammates know.Before practice every morning and after school, Semi sneaks into the music room to play the piano.But during one afternoon, he gets caught by Y/N who tries to stall from going home by hiding in the music room. A "friendship" forms between the two from the secret Y/N finds out about Semi.[COMPLETED]

Online friends✨ by simpingshitz (online friends to lovers, fluff, humor)Y/N meets an online friend through a random chat bot finder on Telegram. Now, what will happen when her chat mate is also the same guy from her school? [COMPLETED]

Tip Toe by @seokiloquy (oneshot, dancer reader!, name on wrist au)[COMPLETED]

Let Me Live by @seokiloquy (oneshot, timeskip,Opposites, Café) [COMPLETED]

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3:15  .  K. TSUKISHIMA

pairing: tsukishima x gn!reader -  cw: cursing genre: fluff

note: reader has hair at a length that tsukishima can play w/, but hair texture isn’t explicitly stated

also hi sorry for ghosting u all for so long but i’m alive and here’s an old fic :D

“aren’t you supposed to be a tsundere?”

“huh? where’d you get that from, idiot?” tsukishima scoffs, setting his book on the nightstand by his bed before peering down at you.

you’re sprawled out on his bed, head laying on his lap as you continue scrolling through your phone with a knowing smile, “i don’t know, you just look like you’re supposed to be a tsundere. Like how you always hiding how you actually feel under all that snarky remarks,”

tsukishima lets out a faint snort as he listens to you speak, carefully brushing strands of hair from your face with feather-light touches. he coils the lock around his finger before untangling the strand, watching it fall and join the pool of hair splayed near your head. you smile softly, tossing your phone aside and stretching your arms up to cup his face. he obliges, resting his chin gently on the palms of your hand as you continue, “like you always call me idiot, but look at you right now, kei. you’re so fucking soft,”

hearing this, his ears heat up, face turning a brilliant rouge as he instantly retracts and retorts, “no i’m not,”

“yeah, you are,” you laugh, flopping your now empty hands onto your sides as he sighs and repositions your palms for him sit his chin back on them. he rolls his eyes as you let out another string of laughter, “kei, you’re so soft, you can’t tell me otherwise after what you just did,”

“i just didn’t want to see that stupid pout again,” he grumbles, shifting his face so that his cheek was resting against the smooth of your hand and facing away from you. tsukishima sighs, sensing the smug grin on your face without even needing to catch as he reluctantly pivots back to meet your gentle gaze with a halfhearted roll of his eyes before averting them, “but fine, maybe i am soft, or a tsundere, or whatever the fuck,”

“but does it really matter? i love you and you know that,” he whispers, clasping his fingers around your wrist and moving it away as he tips down to place a delicate kiss on your lips, successfully leaving you stunned.

[missuga]

7:12 p.m — Kuroo Tetsurou

+ established relationship, college au. 

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was how warm you were.

It took you a few long moments to realize that you’d fallen asleep, not really remembering even crawling into your bed. The blankets were so warm it wasn’t really surprising though, it’d been freezing all day long. 

Pulling the blankets further over your shoulders you could’ve fallen back asleep, and you almost did, if it wasn’t for the loud bang sounding from the kitchen followed by a string of soft curses. 

Once again it took you a second for the voice to register in your head, thoughts foggy from the sleep that was calling out to you still. 

You almost didn’t want to get out of bed to check out what the commotion in the kitchen was. 

Luck must’ve been on your side, as you opened your eyes for the first time reaching for your phone to see just how long you slept you noticed Kuroo’s head peeking through your door. 

“Shit, did I wake you up?” 

“Mmm not really.” You smiled, pulling the blankets up to your chin as you turned towards the door. 

“You look comfy.” He started, stepping fully into your room now once he knew you were awake. “You’ve been out for a while, I was starting to think you’d sleep all night.” 

“Really?” You asked, you still hadn’t looked to see what the time was. “When did you get home?” 

“A few hours ago I think.” He laughed when your eyes widened slightly. “It’s almost seven.” 

“Seven?” You checked your phone to make sure he wasn’t messing with you, and sure enough, you’d slept for over four hours. “Damn, sorry, I didn’t realize.” 

“I would’ve woken you up but I figured you needed the rest.” Kuroo smiled when you shook your head, moving to sit on the edge of the bed now. “No, you’ve been pushing yourself a lot, you can take a nap once in a while.” 

You didn’t respond to that knowing he was probably right, even if you felt a little guilty. 

“Have you eaten dinner?”

“No.” He answered after a second, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I wanted to wait for you so you weren’t eating alone.” 

“Oh my god, you’re adorable.” You laughed, shifting under the blankets to look at him better, still not wanting to pull yourself from the warmth yet. “You did not have to wait for me.”

“It’s fine, I wasn’t too hungry. I’d rather eat with you anyway.” He looked away for a second but you could still see the slight tinge of pink dusting his cheeks. 

“Hmm. You think dinner could wait a little longer?” 

“Yeah, I think so.” Kuroo turned back to you, an interested look adorning his face now at the tone of your voice. “Why?”

“C’mere.” You pushed back the blankets just enough to open up a spot for him next to you. “I don’t want to get out of bed yet.”

“You’re kidding.”

“You should rest too, you were up before the crack of dawn today.” You knew he’d been working hard on his classes lately, probably even harder than you.

“I’m fine.”

“Tetsu.” You started, glaring up at him, there was no way he should be able to let you rest without allowing some time for him as well. “Get your ass over here, I swear.”

“Oh my god fine.” He laughed, shaking his head a little before obliging and crawling under the blankets with you. Immediately wrapping his arms around you to pull you against him. 

“That’s better, I knew something was missing.” You sighed, closing your eyes once again as you laid your head against his chest, somehow he was even warmer than you were before.

“It’s been a while since we’ve done this, huh.” He mumbled after a minute, his hand rubbing soft circles against your back slowing slightly. 

“Yeah, it has.” You couldn’t even fully remember the last time the two of you just laid in bed like that. “Probably since last semester.”

“I think your right.” His voice was softer now, and it took him a long moment to answer. “Don’t you dare fall asleep again.”

“Take your own advice.” You spoke softly, knowing how easily he fell asleep, it was almost as soon as he shut his eyes. He was most likely just seconds away from falling asleep now. “Just go to sleep.”

“Mmm, fine. Love you.”

“I love you too”

[bokubear]

A CHILD WALKS UP TO YOU W/ HQ BOYS

featuring ; ( timeskip! )atsumu & osamu miya, sakusa kiyoomi, suna rintarou

warnings ; baby fever on a high rise

notes ; such a sucker for this soft content

ATSUMU walked around the park with you, fingers intertwined with comfortably. today was his day off and he was not going to waste it. by absolutely no means necessary—“WAHHH ! !“ the ear rapturing cries rang from a small child, now clinging to your leg like a vice. “hey there little one, what’s wrong ?” you ushered softly, stroking his head gently. this immensely stalled his internal annoyance, just how kind you were. especially with this frightened child. his heart melting into a puddle of love. “m-m-my mommyy..” the boy sniffled, rubbing furiously at his nose. “you lost your mommy ? okay okay, let’s not cry, she’ll be here somewhere.” you eased, holding the child’s hand as you beckoned atsumu forward to follow. soon enough, you discovered the mother appearing just as distressed, once returning the child to his mother, the setter scooped you in his arms. squeezing your figure warmly. “i’m so in loveee….” he swooned, burying his face in your neck with muffled kisses littering on every expanse of skin. “tsumie what’re you doing ?” you giggled, squirming in his hold. “let’s have some kids in the future okay ? i don’t think i can wait much longer anyways.” he hummed, earning a small gasp by you, laughter not far behind.

OSAMU leaned on the countertop, conversing easily with you and his flirty comments flying in each direction ( as per usual ). this was his favorite time of day, where he could just immerse himself in chatter with you. aimless at that. easy conversation that didn’t require much effort, finalizing with you pulled in his embrace with his lips on yours. there was nothing more he wanted than that. well, maybe there was. maybe when a peculiar little one raced through the doors, a bewildered woman trailing after hopelessly. “see mommy ! it’s osamu mira ! the volleyball player !” the child shrieked with glee, bursting into the air then to climb beside the miya happily. “oh my gods i’m so sorry to interrupt your time, my daughter is just a huge fan.” the butchered name the girl gave him causing him to chuckle heartily. scooping the curious magnet in his arms, she marveled at him with stars sparkling in her eyes. you couldn’t help but grin, your husband is so charming. always has been, always will be. “my fan huh ? i might just have to write you an autograph.” he winked foolishly. the little one kicking her feet with eagerness, pulling a small plushie of himself from her purse. “please sign him.” she asked politely, holding the plushie out. osamu was having the time of his life. “of course, so nice of you to come in to see me.” as he handed back the signed plushie, the mother collected her daughter and apologizing profusely. “don’t worry about it ! come back again sweetheart.”

SAKUSA never hated kids, he just didn’t feel the urge to be around them. ever. well, possibly a little bit. but a midget amount. until a weepy little girl with pink bows in her hand ran up to him, crying her absolute eyes out. “i can’t find my mommmmyyy..” she whined, plopping down on her butt sadly. i mean he couldn’t just abandon her here, it’s dangerous by herself. yet the idea of holding her germ filled hands sent shivers down his hand. however, in that moment he sucked it up. thinking of what you’d do. if he wanted to see you round with child at some point, he’d have to adjust. squatting fown with furrowed brows, he spoke. “alright, can you remember where you were last ? what did you see ?” he tried to make it easy but the crying seemed endless. this was big. thee sakusa kiyoomi holding a baby ? crazy. he didn’t even expect himself to. but still he lightly patted the mini’s back. “you don’t need to cry.” he carefully edged the child to make eye contact with him. eyes filled with trust. “we’ll find her, i promise.” he lifted his pinkie childishly, the little girl linking hers while echoing ‘promise.’ it was quite a sight for you to encounter, heart swelling with adoration for the reserved consideration of your husband. he did find the girls parents, who seemed just as flustered. he excused himself to you seconds after sending farewell, relaxing around you. “you’re so sweet kiyoomi.” — “well i’ll have to get used to it when we have little ones around the house.” you blushed involuntarily at his words, covering your face. “omi..”

SUNA appeared too sly to deal with children. far too mischievous even for you( occasionally ). today you had both volunteered at the child center, something you’ve been wanting to do for a bit. rintarou being dragged along with you. and trust me, the toddlers were madly in love with suna, enamored by his quiet yet snide personality. even if he were to earnestly degrade them, they’d only laugh hysterically as if he had said the most hilarious thing ever. he found this very entertaining, especially with you pretty eyes trained on him. trying to gear you to understand the signs he was expressing. at some point he was aghast at how oblivious you were, simply taking his actions with a grain of salt. he was practically spelling out how badly he wanted this with you. to have a baby, together. despite his lack of passion outside of it. but right now he was putting his all into telling you. somehow. finally he’d had enough, arriving home to snuggle against you with a loud huff of frustration. “why can’t you see ?” he pondered aloud, voice rumbling beside your ears, goosebumps littering your skin. “what is it rinnie ?” you leaned against his chest, eyes shifting closed comfortably—he was warm. “can we have this ?” you immediately understood, his hands coming to massage your tummy and hips needily. he couldn’t be more ready. butterfly kisses peppering along your collarbones. “you want ?” you whispered. “i want.”

-maak

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[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

The Haikyuu Characters Text you “I Can’t Sleep” | Pt.2

Pairing: Haikyuu boys x f!reader

Notes: Good morning everybody! It’s currently 8:50 AM for me, but good afternoon and evening to those of you in different timezones. I hope that you’re all ready for another chapter! I’ve been having serious issues sleeping again lately, so writing these chapters is pretty fun, even if it’s the other way around. Enjoy ❤️

In this chapter, the characters include: Osamu, Atsumu, Kita, Suna, Sakusa, Daishō, Numai, Kuguri, and Sakishima!

If you want to check out my masterlist for the texting series posts as I make them, you can follow {this link} to the page!

[lowpressurefucker]

Intimacy (IM BACK)

Okay, crazy few months is a weird way to put it but the point is i wanna start writing again, im aware this isnt good but i have to restart somewhere. 

Content warning: swearing and mentions of lack of sobriety

Person A putting an arm over person B’s shoulder when talking in a group

Person A being embarrassed about doing something so person B does it with them so they won't feel alone (for example, wearing swim caps together

Person A giving person B the better headphone 

Person B letting person A squeeze their hand when they're scared or about to feel pain

Person A putting their hat on person B so they don't get sunburnt

One person doing the other’s hair when they can't do it themselves for whatever reason

Person A being taller and holding the umbrella covering person B

Crying together

Person A not being sober and person B taking care of them and reassuring them that they'll be fine

Picking up little habits from one another

Person A having no idea how to dance and person B trying to teach them while failing to hold in their laughter

Being very much not sober and trying to draw each other while cracking up

The whole picking the other person up by the waist and spinning them around (it's so fucking cute omfg ksjhdkjahs)

When one person is scared of doing something (like jumping into the pool or riding a bike) and the other one is encouraging them to do it, especially when they're holding their hand

The taller person putting on a bigass jacket and then like  grabbing the smaller one when they're cold and then zipping up the jacket so they'll warm up together

Winter naps in the sun 

Being in a really crowded place so the taller person gets behind the smaller one and holds on to their shoulders to guide them

[beomiexs]

married to osamu + osamu as a dad - headcanons

genre: fluff | headcanons

warnings: timeskip!osamu | manga spoilers

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he spoils you two’s daughter with lots of food, onigiri, pizza, frozen yogurt, ice cream, ramen etc. it’s one of his love languages

he teaches her how to cook. They often cook together and how proud they look when presenting their creative dishes to you never fails to make you smile

he sometimes comes home with new toys, books, art supplies etc. just because he knows that his daughter really wants it

he allows her to do fun stuff behind your back when you don’t allow it sometimes, but of course he knows where to draw the line

you two are chill with parenting but your daughter has good self-discipline, because you two both know that the best way to teach isn’t pushing her

he teases you in front of her and they laugh at you together sometimes hehe, but they’re too cute so you can’t be mad at them

when he comes home sad, tired or moody because of his day at work, you and your daughter will give him a massage

he loves to braid her hair, he’s so good at it and is really gentle in the process

although he's busy at work, he still makes sure that he has plenty of family time and alone time with you of course

he still brings you on fun and exciting dates, sometimes he brings you to those memorable places you two went to when you were dating, reminiscing those young reckless days

he always hugs his daughter and you, saying how lucky he has the both of you by his side, and how you two mean the world to him

cuddling with osamu when you two’s daughter is out is the best, he’ll spoon you, and you’ll melt into him instantly

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a/n: sorry if this is a bit messy, but I just had to finish it now. I’m super tired and I have a light fever this morning, and my whole body is kinda sore. I just got my third dose of vaccine yesterday and i guess these are one of the common sides effects. As always, i hope yall like this hehe. I’m currently working on navigation, and masterlists cos i really hate messy pages lol. Anyways, have a good day/night:))

[maizumis]

hi mai! can you please do a part 2 to the dilfs meeting their kids teacher! but like kinda time skip of them ya know being happy together :) you don’t have to do this,, please ignore it if it make you uncomfortable!!

— DILF HAIKYUU BOYS MEETING THEIR CHILDS FAVORITE TEACHER PT.2

ft. timeskip!miya atsumu, suna rintarō, tsukkishima kei, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime

note: female and pregnant reader❗ ty for requesting my luv <3 it doesn't make me uncomfy at all! enjoy it <3

❦ ATSUMU now stands proudly in the gates of the school to not only pick up his son but his wife too, pregnant wife to be exact “there are ma three favorite people in the world” giving your lips a sweet kiss that made you go weak on your knees and bending down to hug his son, slightly caressing the bump too “we have fun today dad! mom bentos were yummy” yes, after a year into your relationship he started calling you mom and your heart couldn't take it, it mean that he loved you have enough for him to think of you as a mom figure “dada ‘s glad, let him spoil both of ya the rest of the day”

❦ SUNA scrolls down a baby page on his phone, looking for a new and more equipped crib while you're sleeping right next to him with his daughter trapped ok your arms; the sight was too cute for him to not take a picture, the snores that left both your and his daughters mouth fulfilling your shared bedroom, unfortunately, the flash was on and the sudden light made you wake up in a state of confusion “rin? everything fine?” gosh, weren't you such a cutie? Messy hair and plump lips “yes pretty, I'm sorry, go back to sleep”

❦ TSUKKI woke up and felt scared when he couldn't see you nor your son on your shared bedroom, quickly slipping a pair of sweats on he ran to the living room just to see his son actively talking and kissing your baby bump, he always talked about how he was going to be a big brother and protect the little baby from all the bad things in the world, his knight in shining armor “good morning kei, we were making breakfast to wake you up” he silently nodded before giving your forehead a peck then bending down to greet his son and his unborn baby “you shouldn't be overworking yourself, go to bed I will take it from here”

❦ OIKAWA went to the big patio of the house so he could take a glimpse of you and his daughter playing by the pool, your blue bikini making your pregnancy bump look so gorgeous, you really placed Hera, goddess of the family and marriage on shame, the shiny diamond ring in your finger fitting perfectly, glowing with the light of the sun when you laid your hand on the swell of your tummy “aren't my two cuties having fun?” his daughter looked up with an excited look on her face “yes! Mom says my sister is kicking!” he loved you, loved the way you took him, loved the way you treated his daughter as if it was your own blood, loved the way you were “dont give mommy a hard time ‘kay? I'll be right back”

❦ IWAIZUMI destiny was to be a girl dad, has had one girl before meeting you, another baby girl after your marriage and now you were pregnant with his thirds kid that by no ones surprise, it was a girl too “baby fabric is closed after this Hajime” he turned around for you to see his astonished expression “what do you mean closed? we need a boy” and he was dead serious about it, he loved his three soon-to-be four girls, but a baby boy wouldn't do anyone wrong “you're gonna have a whole army of kids if we keep going like this” he smirked, that was his plan all the way long— plus, the baby-making process was funny “you're on a mission here with me baby, don't give up”

[itoshily]

↳ ❝ what they get for you on valentines day ❞ ☽

IM SO LONELY I HATE MY LIFE I JSUT WANT RIN OR KUROO TO HUG ME <\3

genre: fluff ofc

warnings: suggestive in the first paragraph, mentions of kissing

BAKUGO, SHINSOU, BACHIRA, TSUKISHIMA, SAKUSA take you out to a lavish and fancy hotel for dinner by some of the best chefs in japan, and a cozy night in the hotel room with him planting light kisses all over your face until he pins you to the bed, and showing you how much he loves you.

KUROO, GOJO, ATSUMU, RIN, KIRISHIMA buy you expensive designer accessories. he wants to shower you with the best of the best, bc his gorgeous baby means the world to him and he wants to spoil them on valentines bc they deserve it <33

NAGI, KENMA, HIORI, DENKI set up an arcade date !! you both play ALL the games there, you win him a teddybear and give it to him but he says he doesn’t wanna replace you with it bc you’re his teddy bear and loves cuddling you

IZUKU, YUUJI, ISAGI, SHOYO take you to a zoo. hes just always thought about taking you to see adorable animals on a zoo date on valentines day very appealing. you both take TONS of pictures and even play with baby pandas !! you gave so much attention to the baby pandas you forgot about your bf who was now whining about how ignored him BUT you compensated with lots of cuddles and kisses <3

thank you for reading ! have a nice day/night, eat/hydrate well, you gorgeous person, ily you're worth so much <3 ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ

[ugh-tsumu]

[ 1:43 P.M. ]

"You know there's a Japanese belief wherein when you die, you get to have the face of the person you love most from your past life—"

"There's a saying like that?"

You abruptly sit from laying down with Oikawa's ridiculous statement, "Tōhru, you're Japanese and you don't know that?" you asked in disbelief.

Oikawa animatedly shakes his hands as he shrugged, "Ah—I don't know! How would I know?" He pouts before pulling your hand to make you lay you on the bed of grass again.

"Tell me more about it, hm?" Oikawa whispers as the very hand who pulled you earlier is now busy intertwining your fingers.

"Saw it on Twitter. You know, how you shouldn't hate your face because the face you have now is the face that you loved the most in your past life. Something like that," Oikawa kept his mouth shut to your dismay, clearly unknowledgeable with the topic.

"Tōhru, you seriously don't know this?" You turned towards him with a frown.

"I really don't!" Oikawa exclaimed before chuckling, "But I do know one thing, though..."

He pulled you close, his lips glued on the top of your head as his hands hungrily gripped on your shoulders.

"I know how I will look like in my next life," he whispered before kissing you again.

gen. tag. @nakizumie @gayerthanthee @mirakeul @kirakirasaku

[renuqi]

hello c: can i maybe request goshiki, shirabu and tendou (or it doesn’t have to be tendou, it can be anyone else) with an s/o that likes dancing but does it secretly? so they don’t want the others to find out because they’re too embarrassed (or kinda like, insecure of their ability-?) & i hope you’re doing well!

hi anon !! this is such a cute idea jsjsjnf hope you are having a good day and you are healthy <333 shirabu's is a little longer than tendou's n goshiki's LOL

WITH AN (INSECURE) DANCER S/O

⤷ tendou, goshiki, shirabu x gn!reader (seperate)

warnings: insecure reader

Your boyfriend was currently at practice, and you being the perfect s/o that you are, decided to wait for him. Unfortunately, due to some circumstances as nationals were coming up, people were not allowed to watch the boys practice. So you took this opportunity to sneak off to the music room and practice the choreography you created. Though, you were too caught up in the moment to realize that your boyfriend had finished practice, and was searching the school for you- only to find you dancing gracefully in the music room.

- [ ♡ ] tendou

The read head scavenged the whole entire school for you and was on the verge of giving up. That was until his ears perked up to the sound of sophisticated music echoing the halls, originating from the music room. Tendou supposed it wouldn't hurt to take a small peek into the music room to see who was playing the ballet music. Tendou dramatically tiptoed towards the door and slid it open just an inch, only to find you- his s/o, dancing nimbly to the beat of the song. The symphony was soon to end, but Tendou paid no mind to the song as his focus was all on you. How you looked so perfect twisting and turning, how you made it look so easy. As the orchestra's playing faded, the redhead could help but applaud, catching your attention. Though, your reaction was not what he was expecting. Maybe a smile, a blush, a bow; no, you looked petrified.

"Tendou? W-what are you doing here...", you spoke sheepishly, deciding the ground was more interesting than your boyfriend as your gaze was glued onto the tile.

"Practice finished a while ago and you said you would wait for me but I couldn't find you so I looked around the whole school", he frowned, noticing the anxiety fulling your body.

You scratched your arm nervously, nodding slowly.

"Why didn't you tell me you danced, Y/N?"

"I-I'm not very good... I didn't think it was worth mentioning"

"Not very good? Y/N that was gorgeous!" Tendou exclaimed, gripping your arms and forcing you to look at him.

"God, every day I learn about something that makes me even more infatuated with you"

- [ ♡ ] goshiki

Goshiki was panicking, he couldn't find you anywhere. So when he heard the booming symphony coming from the music room, he could only hope it was you. Goshiki being Goshiki, slid the door open fully. The door smacking the frame with a slam, making your figure stumble mid-pirouette.

"Wah! I'm so sorry Y/N did I scare you"

You regained you posture and hurried over to stop the music.

"Sorry Tomu- I didn't realize the time"

"No it's... where you dancing in here?"

You felt your throat tighten at his question, and you clenched your fists.

"Um... yeah"

"Can you dance for me Y/N?!" you saw the way his eyes lit up, and the way a soft pink painted his cheeks.

"Tomu, I'm not sure you'll enjoy it since I'm not that good-"

"Non-sense!!! I'm sure your amazing at dancing Y/N, just like how good I am at volleyball!" You laughed at the way his eyes seemed to hold so many stars and you hesitantly nodded.

"How can I say no to you..."

- [ ♡ ] shirabu

(fun fact my discord user used to be redacted shirabu lovebot sjjajfnl)

Shirabu sighed in discontent as he sluggishly wandered the halls for you. All he wanted to do was take a nap with you in his arms, but you were nowhere to be found. Kawanshi ran up to him, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.

"They might be in the music room, I heard some music in there and it didn't really sound like the type Semi would play", the two chuckled at the small joke Taichi said.

With Taichi waving him goodbye as he was on his way to his dorm, Shirabu trudged towards the music room in hopes that it was you. His temper was rising by the minute and he could feel himself grow annoyed due to his growing fatigue. As soon as he opened the door, he opened his mouth to whine about how you had made him search the whole school for you but he was cut off by the sight of you, dancing elegantly to the music.

"Y/N what are you doing in-", Shirabu's eyes widened at the sight of you, the oh-so-beautiful sight of you spinning.

Thankfully, you hadn't heard him over the symphony booming from the speaker and you continued your choreography. It was when you messed up your pirouette, leaving you facing the door when you spotted your boyfriend standing at the door stunned.

Feeling the heat crawl up your cheeks you bolted to your phone that was playing the music and put it to a stop, "Sorry Kenji, you weren't supposed to see that-"

"I'm really glad I did Y/N, why didn't tell me you were this talented?"

You shook your head in shame, "I- I didn't think I was that good... It's really just something I do for fun..."

"You're amazing at ballet, don't let yourself think otherwise Y/N", he cupped your cheeks and traced his thumbs over your cheeks.

You couldnt help the smile that was breaking out on your face, until Shirabu ruined the moment. "Now lets take a nap, you made me search the whole school for you."

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[chimielie]

sadie hawkins dance

summary: Oikawa x F! Reader. High school. Pure fluff. Makki won’t let Oikawa drool over you in peace. The rest of the Seijoh Four are there for like, two seconds.

word count: 1.8k

a/n: I got midway through an Akaashi angst fic and then decided I hated it. Have this instead. I’m in love with his dumb ass and a sucker for “fuckboy is too nervous to talk to the girl he has real feelings for.” Warning for swearing and kissing and m*rriage. You will get a cavity and extremely mild secondhand embarrassment, probably.

There’s a flower tucked behind your ear, petals soft and bleeding darker and darker pink toward the middle. Oikawa sighs and leans harder on his elbow, chin tucked into his palm, eyes focused on you, a bright smile stretched across your face as you talk to a gaggle of your friends. He’s supposed to be completing a Japanese Literature assignment with Makki, who is not-so-covertly focused on his phone instead of the worksheet, which works perfectly for Oikawa’s purposes.

He stares at the flower, wondering if someone gave it to you, brushed your hair back and slid the stem into place, and his heart pangs with jealousy. He envies them. He doesn’t blame them.

“Hey, ‘Kawa,” Hanamaki’s snarky voice lifts Oikawa off his cloud, and he swivels his head to look at the strawberry head. “What’cha looking at?”

His tone is as shitty as Oikawa’s is when he talks to Iwaizumi, and he wonders briefly if he could smack Makki on the head and call it a day.

“You know what.” Oikawa grumbles. “Begone, gremlin.” Makki perches on his desk and Oikawa remembers that the other boy is much more dedicated to being annoying than himself.

“Shame you got paired with me,” he smirks. “You should ask to trade partners.”

“Oh, no,” Oikawa says, eyes wide. “No, that would go very badly.” Makki squints. Oikawa flushes.

“You’re friends, I thought? She probably wouldn’t mind.”

“Yeah, she’s nice,” and Oikawa’s tone is accusatory, annoyed that anyone would ever even hypothetically imply that you might not be one hundred percent angelic. “But I don’t— have you ever seen me talk to girls?”

“Uh, yeah, dude,” Makki says, shifting. Oikawa cranes his neck around him to keep an eye on you, your hair shiny and bouncy under the fluorescent classroom lights. “All the time, actually, it’s fucking annoying.” Like everything Makki says, it’s lighthearted and easy, and Oikawa takes no offense.

“Exactly. I can’t talk to her,” he says quietly, and Makki leans closer.

“What?” Oikawa huffs and looks to the side.

“I said Ican’ttalktoher.” Makki’s brow is still furrowed, trying to understand the rushed words. Oikawa opens his mouth, ready to make the shameful admission for the third time, before his friend’s expression clears and he whoops.

“Bro!” Oikawa groans and slumps over, crossing his arms on the little space of his desk not taken up by Hanamaki’s bony ass and hiding his face in them. “You’ve gotta be kidding.”

“I never kid,” Oikawa says, words muffled. “Shut up.”

“No,” Makki says decisively. “And your dramatic ass is probably just exaggerating. You’re friends, and friends talk.”

“I wish they didn’t,” Oikawa raises his head to stare balefully at him, one eye squinted.

“So it can’t be that bad,” Makki continues, as though he’d never spoken. “Just ask her out! Then everything will be chill.”

“How would that make things chill?” Sitting fully up, the two boys stare at each other, stubborn expressions on both faces.

“She’ll either say no, and you can weep for a few days and then move on,” Oikawa doesn’t like this option, and he sneaks another glance at you, now laughing boisterously across the room from him. His lips tug up in a smile. “Or she’ll say yes, and you guys can date before she gets tired of you and dumps you, and you can weep for a few months and then move on.” Oikawa stares up at Makki, mouth ajar in horror.

“Take it back.”

“No.”

“You just Murphy’s Law-ed us! Take it back! Take it back now!” Oikawa smacks him, and Makki topples off the desk, landing in a heap of pink hair and bony knees on the floor.

“Fine! You’ll ask her out, and you’ll get married and have twenty kids and live happily ever after. Ow, fuck.”

“Deserved,” Oikawa snaps. “And it’s not that easy, man. I told you.”

“Yeah, it is,” Makki says, standing and brushing off his shoulders and thighs. “Watch.”

Oikawa’s gaze slides back to you, and your head is tilted back, face upturned, flower slipping slightly— he snaps his focus back to Makki, who is insistently poking the arm of the girl sitting at the desk next to Oikawa.

“Hey. Hey. Aika-chan. Hey. Look at me.”

“What’s up?” Aika looks at him, her friends tittering around her. Oikawa internally grimaces for Makki.

“Go out with me? This Friday. I’ll pay for your fries.”

“No,” she says easily, and her friends start laughing for real. Makki shrugs, and she pats his shoulder. “Nice try, sport. Maybe next time.”

“I’ll check back in with you in a week,” he says, winking, over-dramatic, and a grin splits her face. He turns back to Oikawa. “See?”

“No? You were rejected.”

“Ah, but she said I could try again,” Makki points out, wiggling his finger in Oikawa’s face. Oikawa grabs it and bends it back. “Ow— ow! Okay, geez.”

Oikawa lets go, and catches a glimpse of the teacher staring at them disapprovingly.

“We should probably start working,” he says, and Makki compliantly slides back to his own desk, shitty expression still on his face.

“Hey, Oikawa,” you say, catching up to him in the hall as he exits the classroom. “How’s it going?”

Makki, walking on Oikawa’s other side, snorts and elbows him.

“Not— not bad!” He says brightly. “It’s going.” He trails off, but the response is still somewhat sensical, much to his relief.

“Cool,” you say, smiling at him, and he short-circuits. The next few steps are spent in silence, before you pipe up again. “What’d you think of today’s assignment? Question three was worded so badly, it was like two different prompts? How am I supposed to answer all of that in a singular sentence. What did you get?”

Oikawa is still beating himself up for not asking how you were.

“Um, uh, um, we didn’t really… get there?” You nod understandingly.

“Too busy beating up Makki?”

“Ha, yeah,” he says. “Uh, not that I’m violent. I swear. He deserved it.”

“I’m sure. Oh, this is my class. See you later!” You hip-bump him before walking away. Oikawa trips over his shoelace and falls flat on his face.

“Wow,” Makki comments. “That was somehow both better and worse than what I’d expected.”

“Worse,” Oikawa mumbles. “It was worse.”

He’d been a better conversationalist when you’d first met. You had been down-to-earth, refreshing, funny but serious when you needed to be. He’d been able to talk to you for hours, FaceTiming you almost every day, truly counting you as a friend. And then he’d caught feelings, and now he stutters over every sentence and falls all over himself for your touch.

And he doesn’t really mind it.

“Shittykawa’s in loooooove,” Makki singsongs as they enter the gym, dodging Oikawa’s reach before he could gag him.

“Yeah, we know,” Matsukawa says. “He stopped yelling at us about punctuality when he started showing up late because of her.”

“He keeps asking me to review his texts to her,” Iwaizumi adds. “I don’t understand why he has fangirls. You suck at flirting.” He kicks Oikawa gently.

“I do not! Wait until you’re in love, Iwa-chan,” he says, sticking his tongue out at his best friend. “You’ll see. You’ll be worse at it then me, ‘cause you already don’t get girls.”

“Tell that to your mom,” Iwaizumi snorts.

“Speaking of love,” Hanamaki croons, grabbing Oikawa’s face (a flaming crimson shade) and turning him in the direction of the gym doors. “Someone’s here for you!”

The other boys fall silent, staring mutely at you, standing just inside the doors, hands in your pockets. The sound of balls hitting the floor and squeaky shoes echo in the background, strengthening the awkwardness of the already uncomfortable scene.

“Hi,” you say, and your voice is like music. “Can I talk to Oikawa?”

He stands, frozen, looking at you, clad in jeans and a t-shirt, and thinks, my time has come. The angel of death has come to take me. What a way to go.

He follows you outside, mutely.

You lean against the gym wall, and he stares at you, absorbing every detail of your face. The sweep of your eyelashes, the curve of your lower lip, the shape of your brow.

“Hi,” you say again, and it’s quieter, your breath fanning out over his face. He takes a step back, worried that he’s in your personal space.

“Hi,” he murmurs. “Updog?” The moment shatters, and you bust out laughing. He smacks himself in the face, but can’t help laughing along when you look up at him like you think he’s something to be admired in all his stupidity.

“Yeah,” you say, still half-laughing. “For sure, bro.” There’s another moment of silence, somehow much more comfortable, more intimate, than it was before. “Look, Tooru, I’m kind of making a leap here—” his heart stops in his chest. “I hope that’s okay. I don’t have a letter or anything.”

You smile self-deprecatingly, and he wants to kiss the expression off your face, but he’s frozen, an insect suspended in amber.

“I really like you,” you say clearly. “And I wanted to ask— um—” you bite your lip. He can’t tear his wide eyes away from the sight. “Are you free sometime, to get ice cream with me? I know your schedule is—”

He kisses you. First kisses, he’s found from a lot of practice, are awkward, messy, a human ritual of learning someone else. He learns that you fit with him perfectly, that when he rubs his thumb over your hip it seems like he’s done it a thousand times before, that kissing you is like coming home. A dam breaks in his chest. The words that were stuck flood freely out of him.

You break apart, eyes wide, communicating silently. Did you feel that? I felt it too.

“Practice ends at five. I’ll run home, and shower, and make myself pretty for you.” Your close-lipped smile is like spring wildflowers, or butterflies, gentle, delicate. He kisses you again, because he can’t help it. “You’ll have time to do homework and all, and eat dinner, and I’ll pick you up at seven? Is that okay?”

He’s breathless and clumsy in love, but it’s okay, because you look at him just like he looks at you.

The flower in your hair flutters to the ground. It’s okay, because he’ll give you enough for a lifetime.

Ten years later, Hanamaki claims it was all his design. You throw your bouquet at him, and he falls back, clutching his chest like he’s been shot. You don’t see it, too busy leaning up to kiss your newlywed husband. Tooru is careful not to knock the flower crown off your head.