#hoshiumi drabbles

[clawsdevour]

want to know all of you

wc: 1.9k content warning: hinted established relationship, smut, insecure reader x hoshiumi, creampie, oral w!receiving, not proofread

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“..Do you really want to do this?” huffing through Hoshiumi’s heavy pants that lingered trickles of hot air in the crook of your neck.

His wet sloppy kisses remaining on the surface of your skin, reflecting in the moonlight illuminating through the curtains. His murky light eyes gazing at you in desire, cheeks dusted with a slight pink hue.

His heavy body hovering just slightly above you, your hands wrapped his thick and toned neck. Swallowing hard, you nod sheepishly. You’ve been dating Hoshiumi Korai for a while, his cute gestures of love always wow you in a way you felt like you needed to reward him at certain times. Sometimes you found yourself wanting more than just a frisky make out session, but you’ve never fiddled around with him like this before.

“Of course I do if it’s with you, Korai” pulling him away from your neck for just a second, exchanging a deep sensible glance to show you meant what you said. Completely breathless, his timid vulnerable self showing up on his face as he subtly bit down on his lower lip from excitement.

Nuzzling his nose back into your warm neck, you feel him mouth the words, ‘I love you so much,’ before sucking on your skin, leaving behind his bright red mark. His lips continue smooching your ticklish neck, gradually moving lower to your defined collarbone. The foreign sensation on your bare heated skin due to his tongue made you squirm under his touch.

“You smell so good babe,” pressing the tip of his nose onto you, half lidded light eyes peering up to sneak a quick glance at your flustered facial expressions to savor the moment.

A hand worked its way up under your thin tank top, pulling the hem of the fabric up with it. Shuddering at the cool air combined with his hot palms that rubbed against the sides of your torso to calm you. The feeling of embarrassment started to creep up the further his hands dragged your top up, exposing your bright pink bra that you wore before heading over to his house.

“Oh- ignore this.. I kinda just threw it on,” you spurted out, trying to cover your bra that his eyes couldn’t take off. 

“Ignore what? I think it looks cute on you..!” Hoshiumi intimately said full of genuineness, his hands just slightly above yours. 

Accepting his true words, your back is just slightly a few inches above the mattress. His fingers helping you unhook the back of your bra, thoughts full of negativity imagining what he’d think about your body. You slowly drop your undergarment, showing him the valley of your breasts. Rosy nipples freshly perked up from being released.

His eyes slightly widened as this was the first time seeing you without anything covering the chest he loves to dive head first into so much. Groping a breast in one hand, fiddling with your tiny but hard nub that sent waves of stimulating pleasure. Your other nipple being caressed by his hot and wet tongue that latched itself onto you the moment he saw it. Flicking the organ till it’s at its full hardness, sparking further arousal that made you rub your thighs together under him. 

His mouth moved further down like before. His slow and sensual marks were scorching hot and sloppy this time, as if he was branding the surface of your skin with his slightly swollen lips. The more he lowered himself on your body, the more ticklish it got as you tried to suppress your moans.

“You can moan.. Makes me know how good I make you feel” fixing his eyes on you once more when realizing why you were so discrete. Having your hands clasped over your mouth, you nod, inching them away from your face and onto the bed sheets.

Carrying on, Hoshiumi lifts himself up from your heat emitting body for a moment. Taking off his shirt, you see his muscular figure flicker around in the ambient light as he shuffled in front of you. Watching him gather by your legs, Hoshiumi’s trailing off your shorts by the sides of your waist band, lifting your legs to help him.

Left in nothing but your mismatched panties, you can’t help but feel a bit more humiliated than you were earlier. Not to mention, him still being clothed as he stripped you down article by article of clothing. The last thing to take off was your slightly damp panties. Sliding them off of you, you shut your legs tight together to try and not reveal your bare cunt.

“Do you need a break babe?” Hoshiumi questions in concern seeing how you’re suddenly reacting.

“No.. it’s just, a bit embarrassing to be seen naked. Especially since it’s our first time doing it together.. Y’know?” Mumbling under your low breath with your head lowered, trying to avoid contact.

Hoshiumi completely understands where you’re coming from. You both know that this’ll be the first time you guys will do it, but it won’t be the last. 

“I know what you mean.. But, really.. I think you’re the most gorgeous girl I ever laid my eyes on. I want to know all of you, inside and out..” Hoshiumi reassures you with confidence.

“Me too,” groaning whilst getting up from laying on your back, you give him a tight snuggly hug before you gradually took him down with you. 

Arms around his bare shoulders, skin on skin, before letting go followed by a gentle kiss you placed on his slightly puffy lips. Creating distance between your bodies, his hands leisurely start to spread your legs apart without your resistance despite you still being shy. 

Getting on his stomach, staring straight at your already wet pussy. His thumb brushing over your sensitive organ caused you to flinch. His hands grip onto the indentations of your hips before you felt a warm and sluggishly wet peculiar feeling on your clit that makes you subtly gasp. 

Hoshiumi’s eating you out, starting off at a consistently slow pace that has you spiraling the longer he took. Your body’s jolting up with every stroke made by the tip of his tongue as his hands forcibly kept your hips spread and tied down to the bed. His lips placed a few pecks here and there on your inner thighs whenever you started twitching uncontrollably. 

The noises you let out kept him going, not to mention, something growing. With the amount of arousal pooling in the pits of your stomach, the buildup had your breathing all raggedy and inconsistent the more he licked and swirled his tongue on your swollen clit. 

“Wait! I might.. Cum!” you said in between moans, tugging at his short white hair. 

Picking up the pace till you reached your climax, he’s going all out and slurping up all your juices until you came on his tongue. Unleashing your fluids that he drank up, you needed a moment to recover as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

His figure towered over you as you laid. Hoshiumi began to take off his shorts, then his boxers, revealing to you his cock that you’ve thought about since day one. It stood tall in all its glory, a bit of precum leaking from his mushroom tip. 

Before he spoke a word, he was also terribly out of breath to say anything. Fighting for air to access his lungs, a bit too delighted from the pent up erectness, he purred otherwise.

“Are you ready?” he tried to whisper, stroking his cock, base to tip.

Gulping down through inconsistent breaths, you nodded into your pillow.

“Yeah.. I think so,” watching him through the slope of your chest that heaved up and down with each puff you took.

Lining himself up through your folds, the tip of his cock sinking its way through. Fingers wrapped around the back of your knees, his soft kisses making contact with your tender muscles. The size of his girth felt as if it were splitting you open, the feeling starting to show on your face the more he buried himself into you.

“It’s all in. How do you feel?” trying his best not to move as much.

“S’good.. And full” placing your hand on the bottom of your stomach, trying to figure out where his cock went inside you.

Your pussy’s clamping onto him like no tomorrow trying to mold itself to the size of his girth, almost sucking onto him bone dry. Expanding the inside of your sopping cunt that cried out in pleasure, allowing you time to adjust before moving. Hoshiumi’s mind is going crazy with your plush walls pulsating around him.

“..Can I move?” a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead trying to suppress the overwhelming stimulation. 

“Go slow,” allowing him your permission to move, he does so. 

Moving at a turtle’s pace, he pulls back to reveal the glistening sheen later of fluids on his cock just to be shoved right back in. Yelping after the first thrust, holding onto his toned arms as he continued. When your cunt started getting the hang of his consistency, it drooled for more action.

The delicious friction and heat increasing between you two not only drove you two mad, but also aroused more sparks. The insecurity you had dissolved away the more his cock plunged into you. The stimulating pleasure that just so continuously grazes over your bundle of nerves has you moaning for more.

Your stomach fluttered and contracted against his cock that throbbed inside your walls. The sounds started to become inaudible the more you groaned and mumbled the words out of your mind, relieving your pent up sexual desires you’ve been dreaming about run loose. 

The more Hoshiumi picked up the pace, the louder the skin on skin slapping became and mixed in with the moist and squelching noises that increased between your sobs. His gruntings soon became praises, telling you how good you take him, how proud he is of you, and how good you feel inside.

Digging deeper within each thrust, he inches closer towards the nether regions of your stomach. Creating further stimulations, you feel a subtle build up that could be released at any time the more he plunged his cock into you.

At this point, his tip is burning a hot fiery pulse that you could feel throb while he marks your pretty cunt with his imprints. Nearing his release before you, he still continued to satisfy you before he could satisfy himself. Your moans were music to his ears urging him to continue. The visuals of your breasts bouncing up and down with each thrust, he just couldn’t bare with it for any longer.

“Feel so good babe, might just cum inside..” he smickered playfully, seeing your tired expression widen in surprise when his cock twitched.

“Cum in-! Inside me!” feeling that rope tug and snap, you came right before he was about to. Creaming all over his cock, rimming the base of his dick with a milky white froth. 

Totally out of it, until you felt a warm liquid gush into your quivering plush walls. Filling you up with his milky fluids that trickled out of your gaping hole that cried for more. Pulling out, as if taking out a plug that gushed out his essence that mixed with yours.

“You look beautiful like this..” eying the scene of his cum flow out of you.

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[cottonlemonade]

“Ok, a Hear Me Out is basically a fictional character or being or whatever, that would make people look at you funny. So like, I’ll start.”, Hoshiumi sat on the floor with his legs spread apart and leaning down on his forearms to stretch, “Nala from the Lion King.”

Ushijima frowned, pulling a knee to his chest. “But she is a lion.”

“Yeah, that’s the whole point. It has to be something that makes people scandalized.”

“I see.”, the ace said, “Mrs. Parr from the Incredibles.”

“No, that’s…”, Hoshiumi sighed.

“Why not?”, Kageyama asked, confused, as he reached for his toes.

“She is a married mother of three, I hope people would be scandalized if she would commit adultery.”, Ushijima reasoned as he switched legs.

Feeling a headache building in his temples from frustration, Hoshiumi insisted, “No. It has to be almost like a… like a taboo, you know?”

Kageyama looked around the gym for inspiration and his eyes landed on the coach’s bench where you and Hirugami were currently discussing the last game. You hugged the clipboard to your pudgy tummy as the captain gestured around, making you laugh. The setter watched, eyes full of yearning. Dating within the team was strictly forbidden, so he felt confident when he said, “Then my pick is Y/n.”

“A good one.”, Ushijima nodded in agreement.

Hoshiumi’s jaw dropped, then he shook his head, “That would be so freaking rude if either of you had any idea how this game works.”

[fayelero]

— HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN THEY WAKE UP NEXT TO YOU ! multiple

➥ pr : multiple x fem!reader

➥ syn : their reaction to waking up next to you.

➥ tw : fluff, none <3

➥ a/n : there there, a lil multiple for ya <3

The soft, early morning light filters gently into the room, casting a golden hue over everything it touches. The first thing he feels is the warmth of your body pressed against his, the heat radiating between the two of you making the cool air of the morning almost nonexistent. His arms are already wrapped around you, your body naturally nestled into his side, and for a moment, he doesn’t want to move—he doesn’t want to acknowledge that the world is waiting outside.

He slowly begins to wake, his eyes fluttering open just a sliver, not quite enough to make full sense of his surroundings. But enough to see you: soft, peaceful, tangled in the sheets beside him, your hair scattered across the pillow, and the steady rise and fall of your chest as you breathe in and out. It’s a sight that feels almost too perfect to be real, and for a second, he wonders if this is what paradise feels like.

The quiet sound of your breathing fills his ears, so soothing that it almost lulls him back to sleep. The urge to just stay here, to lose himself in the comfort of your presence, grows stronger with every passing second. His heart beats a little quicker, a little more tenderly, as he takes in the peaceful serenity of the moment. You look so content, so safe, so completely at home, and the thought that he gets to be the one who shares this space with you sends a rush of warmth through him.

He doesn’t want to wake you. He doesn’t want to ruin this perfect, calm bubble that exists just between the two of you. So, instead, he shifts, ever so gently, his chest tightening as he moves his face closer to yours. His lips brush against your forehead, soft and light, as though he’s trying to imprint the feeling of this moment into his memory forever. The kiss is brief, but meaningful—like a secret shared only between the two of you.

His hand moves automatically, threading through your hair, tucking a loose strand behind your ear, and his thumb softly traces the curve of your cheek as if to memorize the feeling of your skin under his touch. Every little action is a quiet declaration: he wants to be here with you. He wants to stay like this.

But reality calls. There’s practice to get to, responsibilities waiting outside this cocoon of warmth. He knows it. He can feel the weight of it, but the temptation to stay in this space, this private bubble where nothing matters except the two of you, is far too great. So he pulls you a little closer, his arms tightening around you, and closes his eyes again. He pretends to still be asleep, letting the steady rhythm of your breath against his chest lull him back into the haze of half-consciousness.

If he’s lucky, you’ll sleep just a little longer. If he’s lucky, he can stay here with you a little while more, wrapped up in the comfort of your warmth, the peaceful silence, and the simple joy of waking up next to you. For now, the world outside can wait.

USHIJIMA, ARAN, AKAASHI, ASAHI, KITA

He wakes up slowly, blinking against the soft morning light that filters through the curtains. For a moment, he’s still lost in the warmth of the blankets and the comfort of having you right there beside him. His arm is around you, your body tucked close, your head resting on his chest as you sleep soundly. Everything is perfect, so peaceful, and for a few seconds, he just lets himself relax in the moment, breathing in the familiar scent of you.

But then, his eyes flicker down, drawn to something he can’t ignore: the tiny trail of dried drool that’s escaped from the corner of your mouth, glistening faintly in the morning light. He freezes for a moment, unsure if he’s seeing things, but no, it’s definitely there. A little drool puddle, dried and stuck to your chin. It’s adorable in a way that makes his stomach flutter. The sight is so innocent, so human, and honestly, it’s the last thing he expected to see when he looked at you this morning.

He stifles a laugh at first, biting his lip to keep it quiet, but it’s no use. A low chuckle escapes him, followed by another, until he’s laughing freely, a sound that seems far too loud for this early hour. His whole body shakes with the laughter, his chest bouncing lightly beneath your head as you continue to sleep obliviously.

“Look at you,” he whispers, almost to himself, grinning like an idiot. “You’re so cute when you’re all… out of it.”

He reaches up, his fingers hovering near your face for a moment, tempted to gently wipe away the evidence of your dream-induced slip-up. But he doesn’t. Instead, he lets himself laugh again, louder this time, until it’s almost impossible to keep quiet. The sound of it fills the room, too bright and too carefree to be ignored.

The movement shakes you slightly, your breathing catching in a soft, confused sigh. A little groan slips from your lips as you slowly start to stir, your eyes fluttering open. You blink sleepily, still half-lost in the haze of sleep, and your gaze meets his—still smiling, still amused—and that’s when you feel it. The cold, sticky patch on your chin.

Your hand instinctively shoots up to touch your face, and when you feel the dried drool, your cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Did I…?” you start to ask, but before you can finish, he’s laughing again, louder now, unable to hold back the amusement in his voice.

“Yup,” he says, his voice full of teasing affection. “You were out cold. Drooling all over the place.” His grin is wide, almost mischievous, but there’s a softness in his eyes that makes it clear he’s not teasing you to be mean—he just thinks it’s the most endearing thing he’s ever seen.

You’re still half asleep, blinking at him with the kind of dazed confusion that only a morning hangover of sleep can give. His laughter is warm, infectious, and even though you’re mortified, you can’t help but smile at the way he’s looking at you. The playful gleam in his eyes makes it impossible to stay upset.

“Oh my God, are you serious?” you groan, trying to wipe your face with the back of your hand, but it’s no use. You can already tell you’re too late.

“Yeah, I’m serious.” He leans in closer, his eyes twinkling. “It’s honestly kind of cute, though. You’re just too adorable when you’re all zoned out. I mean, look at you.” He chuckles again, brushing a strand of hair out of your face like he can’t resist getting closer.

You groan and hide your face in your pillow, half wanting to bury yourself completely to escape the embarrassment, but at the same time, his laugh makes you feel warm inside. The sound of his joy—his pure, unfiltered amusement—suddenly makes you realize that this moment, awkward as it is, is something special. It’s the kind of goofy, intimate moment that only happens when you’re truly comfortable with someone.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you mumble into the pillow, though it’s clear your voice is fighting off a smile.

“I’m not laughing at you,” he says, his voice softer now, teasing but still affectionate. “I’m laughing with you. You’re just too cute when you’re not paying attention. Honestly, I wish I had a camera.” He lets out another chuckle, but it’s not as loud this time—more like a quiet, lingering smile.

You finally lift your head from the pillow, cheeks flushed but eyes bright, despite the embarrassment. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossible to resist,” he retorts with a wink, his hand now brushing against yours as he gently pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as if to make up for teasing you. It’s a small, sweet gesture that somehow makes everything feel right again.

You can’t help but laugh with him, despite yourself. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you mutter, before burying your face against his chest to hide the rest of your shy smile.

And as the two of you settle back into each other, the room filled with soft laughter and quiet moments, it becomes clear: even the embarrassing moments are the ones that make waking up next to him unforgettable.

ATSUMU, NISHINOYA, HINATA, KOMORI

The soft light of morning fills the room, gentle and warm, casting a peaceful glow over the two of you. You stir slightly, your body still nestled close to his, the quiet sound of your breath the only noise in the room. The world outside seems far away, like it’s not ready to intrude on the little bubble of warmth you’ve created together.

He wakes up slowly, his gaze falling on you, your face relaxed in sleep, hair spread across the pillow. Your breath is steady, the rise and fall of your chest calming him in a way he can’t quite describe. His heart feels lighter when you’re near, and in this moment, with you wrapped in his arms, the world feels perfectly in place.

For a moment, he just watches you, tracing the soft lines of your face as you remain blissfully unaware. His fingers rest gently on your arm, his thumb absentmindedly brushing over your skin as he smiles to himself, quietly, without making a sound. His chest tightens in the most beautiful way—a mixture of love, tenderness, and admiration he can’t quite put into words.

He can’t help it; he needs to say something. It’s an overwhelming feeling that rises up in his chest, and he has to share it, even if it’s just a whisper, even if it’s just between the two of you.

With a slow, careful motion, he shifts, drawing you closer to him until your head is resting even more firmly against his chest. He lets out a soft breath, his arms tightening around you in the most protective, loving way. His fingers brush through your hair, tucking it behind your ear with a gentleness that speaks to his deep care for you.

“Hey,” he murmurs softly, his voice low and full of warmth. It’s a whisper meant only for you, one that dances between the stillness of the room. “I love waking up like this. With you. So close, so peaceful.” He lets the words hang in the air for a moment, taking in the feeling of having you near. His chest rises and falls slowly, his heartbeat steady against your ear.

He smiles down at you, pressing his lips to your forehead in a soft, lingering kiss. “I adore you,” he whispers, his voice soft but full of so much emotion. “Everything about you. How you make me feel. How you just are.” His words are a quiet promise, the kind that only holds weight in the quiet moments of the morning when nothing else matters but the two of you.

He pauses for a moment, his hand tracing the curve of your jaw as he speaks again, his voice barely above a whisper but carrying all the sincerity in the world. “I never thought I could love someone this much. But here I am, falling deeper every day, every second spent with you.”

His words are like a melody, sweet and soothing, and they sink into your heart in a way that makes you feel entirely adored. You can feel the tenderness in his touch, in the way he holds you close as though he wants to keep you this way forever. Your heart races just a little, not from anything he’s doing, but from how deeply his affection resonates with you.

He presses his cheek gently against the top of your head, his arms wrapped tighter around you now, holding you as though you’re the most precious thing in the world. “I don’t ever want to let you go,” he whispers, his voice thick with the weight of how much you mean to him. “You make everything better. My whole world is brighter because of you.”

You don’t have to say anything; the feeling is mutual. In the warmth of his embrace, you feel safe, loved, and utterly adored. You can’t help but smile softly, nuzzling closer into him, your own fingers trailing up his chest to rest near his heart, as if to tell him you feel the same way.

His lips graze the top of your head again in another sweet, lingering kiss, before he gently whispers one last thing: “You’re everything to me. Don’t ever forget that.”

And in that moment, with the quiet serenity of morning surrounding you both, you feel it—a love so pure and deep, wrapped up in every whisper, every touch, every tender word. You know, without a doubt, that there’s nowhere else you’d rather be than right here, in his arms, as he holds you close to his heart.

DAICHI, KUROO, IWAIZUMI, TERUSHIMA, BOKUTO

The morning sunlight seeps through the curtains, gently bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. The air is warm and still, the quiet of the early hours wrapping around the two of you in a comforting embrace. He stirs awake, still half-dreaming, but immediately notices something strange. Something that feels a little… off.

At first, it’s just a subtle shift—a tightness around his body that he can’t quite place. He blinks, his eyes still hazy with sleep, and that’s when he feels it: your arms and legs are practically entwined around him. Your face is buried in his chest, but your body is draped over him like a sloth attached to its tree—limbs wrapped around him in a way that makes it almost impossible for him to move.

His first instinct is a small, startled breath as he feels the weight of you clinging to him, not entirely expecting it. He’d never really thought of himself as someone who would get trapped in someone else’s sleep embrace, but here he is, caught like a helpless prey. You’re heavy, warm, and—honestly—so close that it’s a little overwhelming. He tries to move, but your grip is like iron. He’s caught, held in place by your limbs as if you were a sleepy, affectionate koala.

“…Uh, okay,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible, his face scrunching in confusion. He shifts just slightly, trying to free his arm, but the more he moves, the more you seem to cling to him. He blinks, unsure whether he should laugh or freak out—this is definitely not how he imagined waking up today.

“Seriously?” he whispers, trying to move again, but your body only tightens in response. You’re out cold, not a care in the world, but for him, this feels like an unspoken challenge. How is he supposed to get up now? How does someone even get out of this?

For a moment, he wonders how long you’ve been like this. Has this been going on all night? He doesn’t even remember falling asleep this way. It’s definitely one of those moments where he realizes that he’s completely at your mercy, and you’re entirely unaware of the hold you have over him.

He lets out a quiet sigh, unsure of whether to laugh or cry, but before he can even fully process it, something happens. You shift in your sleep, a soft groan escaping your lips as you begin to wake. You blink, your eyes fluttering open slowly as the haze of sleep fades.

And then, just like that, the whole situation changes.

As you stretch slightly, your sleepy face turns up to meet his gaze, still disoriented and half-asleep. For a moment, you blink up at him in confusion, like you’re trying to make sense of why your arms and legs seem to have taken on a life of their own.

But then, that sleepy smile forms on your lips, your eyes still a little hazy, and it hits him. You’re so cute when you wake up—just like this, all tangled up and trying to figure out what’s going on. The adorableness of it makes him forget about the discomfort from before, and he feels a warmth spread through his chest, a quiet affection blooming in his heart.

“Morning…” you mumble, your voice still thick with sleep. Your fingers lazily brush his chest as if you’re still trying to make sense of where you are. And then, your eyes widen slightly, realizing how close you’re clinging to him, how wrapped up you’ve gotten around him.

“Oh,” you say softly, blinking up at him with the cutest, sheepish smile. “Sorry… didn’t mean to, uh, trap you.”

His initial awkwardness fades completely, and now, he’s laughing softly, almost shyly, as you still cling to him like a sleepy koala. He looks down at you, the corners of his lips lifting into a soft, affectionate smile. You’re still holding onto him, but it’s not the discomforting sensation it was before—it’s just… cute. It’s just you in your sleepy, adorable way.

“Yeah, you’ve got quite a grip there,” he teases gently, his voice warm with affection. He’s still chuckling, but his tone is more tender now, the smile on his face never quite fading. “You almost had me trapped there for a second.”

You blink, still a little groggy, and then you smile back at him, the kind of smile that makes his heart flutter a little. “I’m really sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking,” you murmur, a small blush creeping across your cheeks as you try to unwind yourself from around him.

He gently places a hand on your back, guiding you a little, but his fingers linger there, warm and reassuring. “It’s okay,” he whispers, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head, your hair messy from sleep. “I don’t mind. You’re just… too cute to be upset with.”

And just like that, the awkwardness is gone. The tension of trying to break free from your grip melts away, and all he feels now is a soft, tender affection for you. You’re his sleepy little sloth, and somehow, that makes him fall for you even more.

As you finally loosen your grip, and you both settle back into a comfortable position, he smiles to himself, holding you close again. “But next time,” he whispers, his voice low and playful, “maybe don’t try to suffocate me in my sleep, okay?”

You giggle softly, your eyes twinkling with a touch of mischief. “I’ll try,” you say, but you both know you’re still going to cling to him, maybe just a little tighter next time.

And he won’t mind one bit.

SAKUSA, TSUKISHIMA, KENMA, KAGEYAMA, KUNIMI

The soft warmth of the morning light brushes across the room, filling the space with a comforting glow. His eyes flutter open, the remnants of sleep still clinging to him. The first thing he notices is you, peacefully curled up beside him, your face nestled against his chest as you softly breathe in and out. You’re so close, so perfectly close, and for a moment, he just lies there, staring at you, completely still.

His heart swells with a quiet appreciation, an overwhelming feeling of gratitude. He’s always had a sense of pride in the things he’s accomplished, but nothing compares to the humbling reality that you’re here with him. That you chose him. He still doesn’t fully understand how he got so lucky, how someone as incredible as you could love him so completely, but he knows one thing for sure—he never wants to take that for granted.

He lets out a slow, contented breath, his gaze never leaving your peaceful face. Your hair falls in soft waves around your shoulders, and the way you look so effortlessly serene next to him makes his chest ache with affection. In that quiet moment, a deep realization settles in his heart: he is beyond fortunate to be loved by you.

A small, soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he carefully shifts, trying not to disturb you. He doesn’t want to leave this moment just yet, but a thought lingers in his mind—you deserve something special today. You’ve shown him so much love, and even the smallest act of appreciation feels like the right thing to do.

Slowly, he lifts his arm from around you, carefully extricating himself from your grasp without waking you. His movements are gentle, deliberate, as if he’s afraid that making any noise might shatter the quiet beauty of the morning. He stands up quietly, careful not to disturb the peace that surrounds you. His feet move across the floor to the kitchen with a quiet purpose, the weight of his appreciation for you still lingering in every step.

The kitchen is warm, and as he starts to gather ingredients for breakfast, a sense of joy settles over him. He’s not the world’s greatest cook, but today, that doesn’t matter. He’s determined to make something just for you, something that shows you how much you mean to him. Eggs, toast, maybe a bit of fruit—nothing extravagant, but everything he prepares is filled with love.

As he cracks the eggs into the pan, he can’t help but smile to himself. The sound of sizzling fills the space, and he takes a deep breath, inhaling the simple, comforting scent. His mind drifts back to moments shared with you: the way you laugh when you’re happy, the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love, the soft way you cling to him in your sleep. You’ve made his life infinitely brighter, and he knows he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you feel just as cherished in return.

The food begins to take shape, and he adds the final touches—a little sprinkle of seasoning here, a touch of butter there. He’s focused, making sure everything is just right. He can’t help but feel a sense of pride in this moment, even if it’s something as simple as breakfast. It’s not about the food itself; it’s about the love he’s putting into it.

As he plates the meal, he takes one last look around the kitchen, then heads back to the bedroom with the tray in hand. His heart beats a little faster as he approaches the bed, the tray gently placed in front of you, who is still sound asleep, looking like the most peaceful thing he’s ever seen. He stands there for a moment, watching you, feeling a rush of emotion.

You stir, slowly waking up to the smell of food. Your eyes flutter open, and for a moment, you blink, trying to adjust to the morning light. When your gaze finally lands on him, a sleepy smile tugs at your lips.

“Good morning,” you murmur, your voice soft and warm with sleep. “What’s all this?” You sit up slightly, your eyes widening in pleasant surprise when you see the breakfast he’s made for you.

He smiles, his heart swelling with happiness. “Good morning,” he says, his voice full of affection. “I thought you deserved something special today. You know, just… a little way of showing you how much you mean to me.”

You blink up at him in surprise, the genuine sincerity in his words taking a moment to settle in. His gaze softens, filled with the unspoken truth of how much he loves you. “I’m so lucky to have you,” he adds quietly, his voice tender. “I know I don’t always say it, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fully express how much I appreciate you… for everything.”

The quiet sincerity in his words touches something deep inside you. You feel a warmth in your chest that mirrors his, your eyes softening as you meet his gaze. It’s rare, these quiet moments between the two of you—moments where the world slows down, where it’s just you and him, wrapped in the simple, profound bond you share.

You reach out for the tray, the gesture almost instinctive as you try to express your own gratitude in return. “You don’t have to do this,” you say with a soft smile, even as you take a bite of the food he’s so carefully prepared for you. “But thank you, really… this is perfect.”

The moment you take your first bite, his face lights up with a little, sheepish grin. “I wasn’t sure if it would turn out right,” he admits, but the joy in his eyes says everything.

You reach out, gently taking his hand, your fingers intertwining with his. “It’s perfect because it’s from you.”

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment as he pulls you a little closer. “I’ll always do whatever I can to make you feel loved,” he whispers.

And in that moment, everything feels right. The quiet morning, the warmth of the food, and the love between you both—it’s enough to make him feel like the luckiest person alive. Because as long as he has you, he knows there’s nothing he could ever want more.

YAMAGUCHI, OSAMU, SEMI, TANAKA, FUKUNAGA

The soft, golden light of early morning filters into the room, the warmth of the sun spilling gently across the bed. You’re still sound asleep, your chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath. The quiet hum of the morning settles around you both, but your partner isn’t quite as relaxed. In fact, his eyes gleam with a mischievous twinkle, and the glint of an idea forms in his mind—a plan he simply can’t resist.

As you lie there, blissfully unaware of his devious intentions, he reaches for his phone with a quiet grin. The excitement of this “perfect opportunity” is too good to pass up. He knows he won’t get another chance like this, and the thought of embarrassing you later with these precious, unguarded photos is enough to make his heart race with playful anticipation.

With as much stealth as he can muster, he slowly leans over, holding his phone in position. He angles the camera just right, focusing on your face—your hair a mess, strands sticking out in all directions like a bird’s nest, and your features relaxed, still trapped in the haze of sleep. Your mouth is slightly open, a drool stain barely noticeable on your cheek. He bites his lip to stifle his laughter, his finger hovering over the button to take the perfect shot.

Click.

A photo.

You stir slightly in your sleep, but you’re still far too deep in dreamland to notice his evil plotting. He snaps another, just to make sure the first one wasn’t a fluke. There’s something about the chaos of your hair, the cute little snoring noises you make, and the utter disarray of your sleepy form that’s so endearing, it’s almost too much to handle.

Another click.

His smile grows even wider as he moves to get even more shots from different angles. You’re completely unaware of the camera flashing, your face a masterpiece of messy bedhead, and he’s getting the best material for future gaslighting purposes. The thought of teasing you relentlessly later, showing you just how ridiculous you look in the mornings, makes him feel both victorious and a little guilty.

But mostly victorious.

Finally, after what feels like a dozen photos, he decides he’s gotten enough “evidence” for later. With a satisfied grin, he gently sets the phone down beside the bed and leans back against the pillows, content with his devious little game. He knows the storm that’s about to come once you wake up and realize what he’s done.

As if on cue, you start to stir. Your eyes flutter open, blinking against the soft light of the morning as the haze of sleep begins to lift. Your gaze drifts to the side, and you’re greeted by the sight of your phone sitting innocently on the bed next to you, the screen glowing with a picture of—you. Your bedhead. Your drool-stained face. The mess that is your hair.

You groan, a deep, disgruntled sound as your hand instinctively reaches for your phone. “What the heck…” you murmur, still half-asleep. You frown at the screen, your eyes widening as you see what’s been captured.

“Did you seriously—” you begin, sitting up quickly, your messy hair flopping in all directions, as you glare at him with sleepy but fiery eyes. He’s sitting there, trying his hardest to look innocent, but there’s a smug little smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“What?” he feigns, his voice dripping with feigned innocence. “You look cute.” He chuckles under his breath, clearly enjoying the moment.

You scoff, swiping the phone and checking the gallery. It’s worse than you thought—there are multiple pictures. Multiple. And of course, they all feature the absolute worst moments of your sleepy self. You can feel your face heating up in embarrassment, and before you can even think about it, you whip your head back around, narrowing your eyes at him.

“You… took pictures of me in my sleep?” you ask, your tone half-laughing, half-scolding. “What the hell is wrong with you? I look like a literal disaster!”

He raises his hands in mock surrender, his laughter now spilling out uncontrollably. “What? I had to capture your natural beauty. You’re just too perfect, and I had to preserve the moment.”

Your eyes roll so hard it’s almost comical. “I swear to god, when I get my hands on you…” You lunge forward, grabbing the pillow next to you and swinging it at him with all your might.

He dodges with a laugh, leaning back and holding up his hands as if to protect himself. “Okay, okay! It’s not my fault you’re so photogenic when you sleep!”

You scoff again, but this time you can’t help the smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. The situation is ridiculous, and while you’re annoyed, the sight of him laughing, the playful gleam in his eyes, makes it hard to stay mad at him for long. You know he’s doing it because he loves you, and that, in itself, is both sweet and aggravating at the same time.

“I’m deleting all of these,” you mutter, swiping through the phone to erase the photos he so proudly took. “And if you ever try this again, I’m going to—”

But before you can finish your threat, he’s already launched into action, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back onto the bed, his arms wrapping around you tightly to keep you from grabbing the phone. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he says between bursts of laughter. “I’ll never take pictures of you again! Promise!”

You’re both tangled in a playful wrestling match on the bed now, his arms tight around you, laughing together as you squirm and try to get the phone back. He’s winning, of course—he always does—but as you both collapse against the pillows, breathless and still chuckling, you can’t help but feel content. This silly, chaotic fight is just one of the many things you love about your relationship.

And even though you swear you’re going to get him back one day, for now, you’re happy just being in this moment with him—ridiculous bedhead, terrible pictures, and all.

OIKAWA, SUNA, SUGAWARA, YAKU, SATORI

The room is still quiet, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains as the world outside begins to stir. The air is warm, and the only sounds are the gentle hum of the house and the peaceful breathing of the two of you. But something isn’t quite right. The bed is empty on one side, and there’s a slight disturbance in the blankets—no longer tangled around you both like they were just moments ago.

You’re still deep in sleep, completely unaware of the shift in the night. But for him? He’s just waking up, groggily blinking his eyes open. The familiar warmth of the bed is gone, and the soft comfort he’s grown so accustomed to next to you is nowhere to be found. Confused, he stretches, reaching for the sheets, but instead of feeling your soft body beside him, he’s met with—nothing.

He blinks again, still not entirely awake, his hand reaching out for any sign of you. And that’s when he feels it. The cold floor beneath him. He groans, realizing he’s lying on his back in a very not comfortable position. His body is stiff, his face already scrunching in disbelief as he starts to take in the situation: he’s on the floor, and not just any floor—your floor.

The realization hits him all at once. You kicked him off the bed.

A flash of memory comes to him from the previous night: a quiet shift in your sleep, the way you had turned and tossed a little before it happened. He remembers the sudden, unprovoked shove of your foot in his side. At first, he thought it was just a fluke, a gentle nudge in your sleep. But that turned into a full-blown push, sending him off the edge of the bed and onto the floor. Mid-sleep.

He lies there for a few moments, contemplating the absurdity of the situation, his brain still half in dreamland. He could’ve sworn he was just fine a few minutes ago. He could’ve sworn the bed was warm and cozy. But no. He’s here, on the floor, in the most undignified position possible. The worst part? You’re still sound asleep, completely unaware of the little disaster you caused in your sleep.

Fighting the urge to laugh (and maybe scream), he finally decides he’s had enough. It’s time to wake you up and let you know what you’ve done to him. But of course, he’s not going to make it easy. He rolls onto his side, groaning dramatically as he slowly drags himself up onto his knees. There’s a smirk on his face now. The playful look in his eyes is already there, ready to stir the pot.

With a deep breath, he stands up and inches closer to the bed, careful not to make a sound. You’re lying there so peacefully, all curled up under the covers, completely oblivious to the chaos you caused. He watches you for a moment, enjoying the softness of your expression, and then with a mischievous grin, he decides to go for it.

He bends down next to the bed and taps you lightly on the shoulder, his voice suddenly low and dramatic. “Hey,” he says, his tone feigning irritation, “did you, by any chance, happen to kick me off the bed last night?”

You stir slightly, a small groan escaping your lips as you begin to wake up. Your eyes slowly flutter open, still bleary from sleep. You blink a few times, the haze of slumber clinging to your senses. And then, you see him. Standing next to the bed, looking at you with mock indignation, arms crossed over his chest.

And then you realize—he’s on the floor.

Your eyes widen slightly, and you squint as you process what’s happening. The confusion fades quickly, replaced with realization—and then the laughter begins. You can’t help it. It’s like a switch flips inside you. The sight of him—your partner, the one who you know to be tough and capable—laying on the floor like an absolute mess, his hair ruffled and his face scrunched in a way that is just too hilarious, makes you lose it.

You sit up in bed, a loud laugh bubbling up from your chest as you clutch your stomach. “Oh my god,” you say between gasps for air, your voice practically cracking from how hard you’re laughing. “I kicked you off the bed?!”

He stands there, trying to maintain his serious expression, but it’s impossible. His face softens, and a little chuckle escapes his lips as he watches you dissolve into giggles. But he’s not done with his act. He crosses his arms, narrowing his eyes. “Yes, you did. And I have the bruises to prove it,” he says, though the effect is completely ruined by the smile that tugs at the corner of his lips.

You only laugh harder, and honestly, he can’t help but laugh too. The way you’re trying to hold it together, your face scrunching up in between laughs, makes everything so much more ridiculous.

You snort between your giggles, wiping a tear from your eye as you hold onto the blanket. “I’m so sorry,” you manage to say, but your laughter doesn’t stop. “I didn’t mean to… I didn’t know I kicked you that hard!”

“You didn’t just kick me,” he says, finally letting his playful act slip. “You launched me off the bed. I was minding my own business, trying to get some good sleep, and boom—suddenly, floor.”

You’re laughing so hard now, you can barely breathe. The absurdity of it all is too much for you to handle. The image of him on the floor, looking all disgruntled and confused, just makes everything so much funnier. You lean over the edge of the bed, your face flushed from laughter, and reach out to tug at his arm playfully. “I can’t believe I did that!” you say, still laughing, though there’s a hint of guilt in your voice. “You’re lucky you didn’t break something, you goofball.”

He rolls his eyes, though he’s still grinning. “Lucky?” he repeats, raising an eyebrow. “I think I deserve compensation for this kind of behavior.”

You look at him, still in a fit of giggles, and then an idea strikes. With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you scoot to the edge of the bed and lean down with a teasing grin. “How about I make it up to you with snuggles and breakfast?” you offer, your voice dripping with sweetness.

He narrows his eyes playfully, considering it for a moment before shrugging. “Fine, I suppose that’s acceptable,” he says, finally giving in. But as he climbs back onto the bed, you can see him trying to suppress his own smile, the last traces of your laughter still lingering in the air between you both.

As you snuggle close, he drapes an arm around you, still shaking his head in disbelief, but the warmth between you both is undeniable. “I’ll get you back for this, you know,” he says with a grin.

“You can try,” you tease, your voice light and carefree.

And as you both lay there together, still smiling, you know this is one of those mornings you’ll both laugh about for years to come—when you kicked him off the bed, and he was the most adorable angry person on the floor.

HOSHIUMI, LEV, GOSHIKI, KOGANEGAWA, DAISHOU

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[semifilms]

ATSUMU, BOKUTO, HINATA, oikawa, tendou, KUROO, aran, kenma, KAGEYAMA, SUNA, hoshiumi, kunimi, SUGAWARA

[kitasgloves]

Wassup Suki, Wassup Bullet

Kageyama, Tsukishima, Kenma, Iwaizumi, Akaashi, Ushijima, Kita, Osamu

Wassup Riri, Wassup Rocky

Daichi, Kuroo, Oikawa, Matsukawa, Semi, Atsumu, Suna, Aran, Sakusa

Hi Barbie, Hi Ken

Hinata, Hanamaki, Bokuto, Tendou, Komori, Hoshiumi

[bokutoko]

oomf...,, idk how to request but,, hoshiumi fic,, abt height difference... pleek 🥹? ty

say cheese!

character: korai hoshiumi

wc: 776

content: tall!reader; even in the unbearable summer heat, you and hoshiumi are picture-perfect. <3

a/n: hi anon!!! apologies for the late response (i’ve been vacationing before school starts back EW), and thank you for the request (i was at disney for a day so that was my inspiration)! i’ve also actually never written for hoshiumi, so i hope this is to your liking!

Disneyland lied when they said it was the happiest place on earth.

With the heat index at 41°C, you thought you were going to die from heat exhaustion. No matter how much water you drank the day prior, you felt yourself growing fainter by the minute.

“Koraiiiiii,” you whined as you walked through the park to the next ride, “can you buy me a water?”

Hoshiumi cut his eyes up at you, a playful scowl contorting his face. “This is why I told you to bring a water bottle!” He’d been so excited to come visit the park, nothing was going to stop this day—not even your slow death from the heat.

“I did, but could you get me a cold one? Please? I’m dying right now.” You put on your best puppy eyes, your lip jutting out for extra emphasis. He grimaced, trying to stay strong and look away from you.

He then sighed, knowing he lost this fight. With an overly dramatic eye roll, he walked to the nearest stand to buy you a water, grumbling, “I knew we were gonna end up spending $100 on water. I’d much rather buy a lightsaber, but noooo…” Ignoring him, you tried taking a picture of the castle, but your phone didn’t seem to do it justice. You frowned, unhappy with the pics, and quickly deleted all the ones you took.

Upon his return, you smiled at the two water bottles he held. “Thank youuu,” you sang happily with a chaste kiss to his cheek before taking a big swig from your new bottle.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, his blush blending in with the slight sunburn on his cheeks, “Okay! Now it’s time to go ride—“

“Excuse me?”

You both turned to see a smiling cast member holding a camera, and Hoshiumi let out a quiet, exasperated sigh. He just wanted to ride some of the rides!!!

“I saw you taking a picture of the castle, would you two like a photo together in front of it?”

Your eyes lit up at the idea—you and Hoshiumi didn’t have many pictures together, so you wanted one that was special. Even though you were sweaty and overheated, you agreed, “I would love it!”

After the photographer placed you both in the best angle with the castle perfectly behind, she called, “Say cheese!” On cue, Hoshiumi flashed his winning, slightly crooked, smile that still made you giddy. His confident, yet cheeky, eyes gave him the boyish charm that you adore.

The photographer was pleased with the result, so she then added, “Now a silly one!”

Without thinking about it, you reached your arm over, resting it right on his head, as if using him as an arm rest. You looked to the camera with a shit-eating grin. An immediate half-annoyed, half-amused expression crossed Hoshiumi’s face as he met your eyes, before you both started laughing. You were the only one able to tease him about his height without any repercussions; he knew—coming from you—that it was all in good fun. His only scolds came halfheartedly when he joked, “So rude!” with a gentle push.

When the photographer showed you the photos, you noticed your eyes were closed in the silly picture when it was taken. Before you could ask for another, though, you looked at them one more time.

Upon closer examination, you noticed, unbeknownst to you at that time, how Hoshiumi looked up at you. In one specific picture, he had a cheeky smile that was full of laughter as he gazed up at you. He was taking in all your features, with the thin sheen of sweat that gave you a slight glow. Seeing the hearts in his eyes, you felt a blush creep on your face. You knew that look in his eye, the love radiating from the picture. He didn’t need to say the words, “I love you;” his eyes did it for him.

It was perfect timing—a picture captured of him falling in love with you once again.

“And how exactly can I get these pictures?”

—

Beaming at the new photos in your camera roll, your mind was completely distracted from the heat that prickled at your skin. Maybe Disneyland was the happiest place on Earth…

You were getting ready to post the pictures at the same time as you and Hoshiumi finally reached the line for your favorite ride—it would’ve been his first time riding it!

Until you heard the young attendant snicker and ask, “Ya sure you’re tall enough to ride this, kiddo?”

You just sighed when you heard Hoshiumi’s red-hot, “What did you just say?”

… It was gonna be a long day.

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[haikyu-mp4]

snowball fights with Hoshiumi means throwing a normal snowball at him and getting a triple-sized snowball spike serve in return because that means he wins

but he will make hot chocolate for you when you get back inside as an apology

[yuu-kumeii]

So this seemed like a major oversight on both your parts. 

Now, you're responsible for not regulating or even watching over your husband-to-be but it's also his fault for being so trigger-happy about finally living together. That's right, both of you finally decided it was time to buy an apartment to yourselves mostly because it was getting sort of inconvenient to leave your things at each other's apartment since at times you both leave things that you use semi-regularly. For example your spare toothbrush, it's not like you don't have a toothbrush it's just the fact that one time you lost it and you haven't bought a backup toothbrush since you forgot that you left your spare toothbrush at your fiance's apartment.

And sometimes he'd forget important things at your place too, that included the keys to his apartment. How you ask? Well funny story, he thought he was going to stay over but his friends decided "It's time for a surprise get together and we're going to your place in about 20 minutes". Which is absurd but not out of left field considering the people your fiance are friedns with, but then it ended up in him rushing through your apartment to get his bag, putting on his shoes and dashing out the door. Forgetting his keys and making you drive all the way to his apartment to give it back to him, but fear not you ended up staying the night after hanging out with his friends.

Though back to the present, it looks like you have a problem on your hands. An Alaskan sized problem. That's right, your fiance bought an Alaskan king sized bed for just the both of you in your new apartment which definitely doesn't have enough space for it especially in your guys' master bedroom. So what ended up happening was the bed getting put in the middle of your empty living room surrounded by boxes, which still took up a lot of space despite the fact that it was already a big apartment. You could still walk around just fine, it's just the overwhelming presence of the bed made it feel a lot bigger than actually was. It just took a good chunk of the floor but it feels like it took the entire room.

As much as you wanted to immediately give back this behemoth of a bed, you can't. At least today. Because both you and your fiance wanted to spend the night in your new apartment, that's why you both bought a bed first before anything else. 

Turns out it wasn't the best idea since your fiance ended up being so excited to sleep in your new apartment that he didn't look at the sizes available for the bed properly and just picked the biggest one because he assumed that it would be a queen sized bed. Oh how wrong he was because apparently the mattress store he was buying from was one of the only stores that had bed sizes up to Alaskan, what are the odds.

So given this predicament obviously you both ended up just sleeping in the living room, which wasn't too bad other than the fact that it felt a lot more open than the master bedroom. Another big issue apart from that was how you were so far apart from each other, you both decided to pick one side of the bed and thought that you would be able to sprawl across the bed therefore taking a lot of the space. 

WRONG

You both sleep like curled human balls of density, both of you are one type of person that would take the least amount of space in a bed which is the opposite of what you want in a comically sized bed. Now both of you are just curled in your little corners of the bed missing each other and it's even worse because you can't turn you around to find each other because you're separated by the length of one full size bed, which is the equivalent of you both being separated by a gap the size of two hypothetical people. Clearly both of you are miserable, you're shivering despite the the blanket you have and he's just sad because he can't hold you.

So what was your solution to this? It was to shimmy closer as the night went by, not even bothering to wake up and tell the other person to just scoot over. Oh no, both of you decided it would be better to just move silently until you both meet in the middle of the bed and finally sleep like normal. Pressed against each other while you hug the blanket and he just lives off of his own natural heat as well as yours, finally together after about 2 minutes of agonizing separation across the sea that is your mattress. Just goes to show that love is strong and it can overcome any turmoil or maybe it's a lesson for you to always have your fiance consult you before buying anything for the both of you lest you want another one of these situations.

When morning rises you still find yourself pressed against your fiance despite the fact that it's a weekday and both of you have to get up, so you try to get up but then realize the true problem that this bed gives both of you. As you try to roll your way to the edge of the bed there seems to be too much bed so you ended up falling asleep about half the way there, while your fiance still in dreamland, subconsciously feels the lack of presence and also slowly scoots his way over to you. Tucking you back into his arms and resting his chin on your head before immediately going slack once more, all the while you sleepily reach towards the end of the bed before giving in to your desires. Turning back to face your fiance and snuggle into him as you lament the work day that you missed as well as the potential workload you'll have to deal with tomorrow, which doesn't sound so bad if your fiance has to suffer in his own way just as you will. 

ATSUMU <333, BOKUTO &lt;33, HINATA &lt;3, Lev <33, Kuroo <3, Kageyama, Hoshiumi, Oikawa (But only if he constantly complains about being too far away from you (on the bed) )

[mylahrins]

ITS COLD—HOSHIUMI K. X GN!READER

author note—OMG, so i accidentally deleted it, but someone sent in an ask about how there aren't that many hoshiumi fics so i felt the need to write one!!! for the people (and for me). synopsis—there's nothing better, nor more cliche than reuniting with an old flame in the cold, pouring rain. content—timeskip!hoshiumi, profanity, intentional lowercase, mentions of being stabbed (used in similes), ends in angst. word count—514

the rain was loud, deafening even.

yet, a part of you was thankful.

thankful you couldn't hear your own heart shatter.

"[name]?" he called out, "are you cold?"

it had only been a couple years, but he looked different.

"i'm okay."

his hair was now short, yet he had grown taller.

it felt like someone stabbed you right in the abdomen, not bothering to be kind enough to finish you off, but rather to make you suffer in pain until you eventually die of blood loss.

it's not like he returned with someone new, but the fact that he returned as someone you could hardly recognize was enough.

but of course, his heart was still the same. he was still the same.

perhaps that made it worse.

hoshiumi unzipped his drenched jacket and held it out to you as an offering.

"i don't want it."

“it's cold,” he stated.

you ignore his words.

"why are you back?"

"to visit family," he says as if the answer is obvious.

"why are you deciding only now, after two years, to come visit family?"

"i visit all the time," he looks away for a second, unable to look you in the eyes.

"i just don't visit you."

you wouldn't think that it'd be possible to get your heart broken twice by the same person before its even fixed, yet here you were.

“did you just intend on never seeing me again?” you say louder.

“it's not that—i just couldn’t.”

"korai, i thought we were friends." your voice breaks as you try to put your feelings together in simple words.

two years was not enough to forgive him. to forget him.

you wanted his name to sound foreign to you, but you couldn't help but say it with familiarity.

almost as if you never stopped saying it.

"[name], i thought we were more." he says, a pain slipping into his previously steady voice

if the rain wasn't so loud, the silence would've killed you.

"i got a haircut." he choses to change the subject.

"i see that, it suits you."

"i thought you said you liked my long hair."

"i didn't like your hair. i just liked you."

only for a second, hoshiumi doesn't know what to say.

"it's cold." seems to be the only thing he can think of.

"so why are you just standing in the rain without an umbrella?" you almost smile at the situation.

"i didn't plan on it, it just happened." he pauses before adding, "why are you standing on the beach while it's raining?"

"i don't know, do you want me to leave?"

"no." he shakes his head, "do you want me to leave?"

without thinking, you shrug.

"maybe."

for once, he doesn't say anything. he just nods his head and turns around. and without another word nor question, he's gone.

and it's only now that you start to feel regret for letting him go.

it's only now that you're alone on the sandy, wet beach that you realize, it is indeed cold.

[clawsdevour]

one chance

wc: 1.6k content warning: highschool, hoshiumi x reader, confession, fluff, not proofread

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ.

The sound of the school bell ringing, beginning your first week back after winter break. The crisp and chill air grazing the surface of your skin as you came late to class due to traffic.

Sliding open the classroom door, out of breath, scanning your classroom looking back at the familiar faces. You make your way step by step and plop down into your seat, fully blown out from attempting to make it to class on time.

“Hey, you’re like.. so late y’know that?” a voice whispering out to you, looking up it was your class partner and somewhat close friend, Hoshiumi Korai.

When the year first started, you knew absolutely nothing about this white headed guy. It was coincidence that your teacher assigned you guys seats right next to each other because the chemistry you guys had was amazing!

Sitting in the back made it even worse. You two just couldn’t stop giggling and laughing while you paid little to no attention to the lessons. Hoshiumi was just so funny as a person, combined with you, you guys were the disruptive kids in class alright. If the teacher ever caught you guys, he’d storm over and smack the wood out of your table.

Of course you didn’t know him outside of your classroom though. You never knew he was on the boys volleyball team, nevertheless popular with the students at school because of his high status in the sports department. All you saw was a cute and silly.. Maybe just a tad bit short, but a great guy.

“What makes you think I don’t know Hoshiumi,” rolling your eyes at him with a devious smile before reaching towards your backpack to take out your notebook and pen.

As class went by, you’re jotting down his notes while trying to multitask and understand the lesson your teacher’s currently teaching. Well.. more like relying on Hoshiumi’s notes to get all caught up first. 

You didn’t notice but, you did feel his eyes burn into your scalp. You couldn't tell if it’s because he’s a bit annoyed that you’re copying his whole journal at this point, or if it’s because he’s just waiting to write down more of the notes.

“What does this say?” keeping your voice at a low level, tilting your head towards him. His expression jolted, as if he just got out of a trance with a slight trail of pink left on his cheeks.

“Oh.. uh. It says that–” before he could finish his words, the bell rang for lunch.

Sighing, you close your notebook and put it away.  You’re gonna see him after lunch anyway, there’s a chance you could still ask for notes.

“Sorry! Lunch break, gonna meet up with my friends. See you in a bit!” Sending him off with a wave before dashing out of the classroom to go see your friends.

Lunch break goes by quick when you’re out with your friends. Speaking of friends.. Hoshiumi was also with his own old buddy who’s also on Kamomedai’s volleyball team. Hirugami Sachiro, he’s also a very excellent player who’s able to make Hoshiumi shine brighter. Overall, they’ve been long time best friends as they know each other best.

“Hirugami.. Do you think she knows?” Hoshiumi asks, biting down on his lower lip while he fiddles with his fingers.

“Know what?” Hirugami’s a bit concerned. He knows who you are, but what type of question was he asking him this time…

Hoshiumi’s never been the type to be so anxious, he’s typically calm and collected with a bit of ethusiasm. Not to mention, he’s never told Hirugami that he has had this developing liking towards you that makes his heart race and his palms sweaty by just sitting next to you in class.

“That like… she likes me back” Hoshiumi mutters out under his breath, a bit humiliated that he has to come out of his shell to talk about his love interest. Hirgumi’s gagged, his mouth is wide open in shock. 

“Wait. You like her? As in like like??” Leaning in, he can feel the heat and flushness radiating off of Hoshiumi’s face which had now became a flushed pink.

“Yeah I’ll admit.. I do. And I want to tell to her” his murky light eyes shifting in nervousness.

Hirugami sits down next to him, placing a hand on his back to calm him down.

“When do you plan to confess?” doting eyes assuring him that it’ll be okay.

“Um.. well I haven’t really thought about that but, maybe.. By the end of this week,” looking up to search for an answer. 

So many thoughts and imaginative scenarios ran through Hoshiumi’s mind trying to think of the situation that’d be best to tell you his feelings. Hirugami is surprised how sudden Hoshiumi wants to tell you about his growing liking towards you. Especially it being right after winter break, nevertheless in the middle of the school year.

“I think you should. Since you know, we’re gonna have to start practicing for volleyball now that spring is coming. If things go wrong, then we’ll be busy playing our hearts out trying to reach nationals. If things go well, then you got yourself two things you love the most” Hirugami’s words struck his mind.

Taking in Hirugami’s words, he agrees. He is right. Overall, this was a one time chance. Hoshiumi would rather know what would happen than not confess at all. There, his heart was set. At the end of the week, after school, was when he’d profess his love to you.

The day Friday rolls by, he can’t help but act stiff and nonchalant in class. He’s making you think that either something’s wrong or that he’s been constipated all day. 

When the last school bell of the day rang with the warm sun setting through the windows as the crisp wind blew by. Everyone’s packing up and making their way out of the classroom. One by one, the room started to empty while you both took your time cramming up your backpacks with your school supplies.

“Hey, can you stay back with me for a bit?” Hoshiumi’s eyes making contact with yours, a gentle smile spread on his face while he placed his bag on his desk.

“Uh.. sure! Just give me a moment to finish packing” accepting his subtle advances. 

Stalling for time, waiting for the classroom to just be you and him. He’s watching you load up your bag with your notebooks and pencils, wishing you’d go slower while his heart feels like it’s sinking in anxiety. He’s zoning out, wondering what could go wrong before you snapped him back to reality.

“So- what was it you wanted me to stay back for?” wrapping the backpack strap around your shoulder. Staring at him with a content expression whilst adjusting the bands to your comfort.

“Oh, well. I know we kinda met this school year but..” looking down with his white lashes fluttering at the floor.

“I think that you’re really funny, pretty, and overall just a great person. And that I may or may not.. Have a crush on you..” stretching out his words while swallowing hard.

His eccentric face has gone from stern to soft and gushy, followed with blush dusted upon his face. He’s pink and shy, fiddling with his fingers once more as he waited for any sort of verbal reaction from you.

Looking up through his snow white lashes, he’s gazing at your facial expressions. You can’t help but be stoked to know that your everyday class partner whom you’ve met by chance, developed a liking towards you. The daily mere exposure that your teacher’s assigned seating had led up to this moment.

“I don’t know what to say..” whispering out with a dull look on your face, eyes still wide in amazement.

“You don’t have to like me back that way, um.. Look. I just really feel like I had to tell you that I like you–” stopping him in his tracks when he looked at you once more.

This time, with the corners of your mouth curling up in delight. Hoshiumi was quick to judge with your one reaction before realizing you felt the same.

“No it’s not like that! ..I like you too Hoshiumi.” Clasping your hands on his, eyes filled with joy knowing that you both felt the same way with each other.

Bringing you in for a hug, you can feel his jaw move up and down with the words “really?” nodding in response before pulling back. Face to face, you can’t help but now be a bit timid and delighted with what just happened.

“Soo.. what are we now?” breaking the tension for a brief moment to confirm your relationship status. A little bit fearful to see what he’d say since he just confessed his love for you.

“Oh I don’t know.. A couple?” reverting back to his usual self, he roars out loud and playfully like he always does in class. His infectious emotions spreading over to you.

Hoshiumi’s reaching his hand towards you, gesturing you to hold his hand as you accept his offer. You’re swinging your hands together in joy as you walk out of the classroom. Hirugami’s watching from the sliver of his class door while you two pass by his class, a faint smile appearing, ready to hear about Hoshiumi’s news next Monday.

Walking you home safe, Hoshiumi’s more than just happy with the choice he made despite the chances of you liking him back being slim. His light eyes couldn’t stop watching you talk and laugh with him, smiling the whole time till he dropped you off.

masterlist here

[cottonlemonade]

A Risky Game

warnings: mdni, suggestive

You tried to call for a truce when your boyfriend was getting closer but without any luck. Only just managing to race around the kitchen counter, you got some space between you two. The tickle fight had started out as small pokes during a heated round of Mario Kart and quickly escalated to the point where you now unleashed something primal. Your roommates were out, but right now you could have really used some help. He had a dangerous glint in his eyes, his body lowered over the kitchen island, ready to pounce to whichever side you decided to run.

You managed to trick him for a second and then ran down the corridor. The door to your room was closed, it would take too long to open so you took a sharp left and darted through the open door of the utility room, slamming the door shut between you and him, but it did you little good. He quickly managed to press the door open and now you were trapped. He bit his lip, adding to the cocky grin.

You put up your arms in defeat, ducking low in anticipation of a new tickle attack, which ensued a heartbeat later.

“Stop stop stop stop!“, you called breathlessly. His arms were tightly wrapped around you from behind and you could feel his chest heaving as much as yours.

“You give up?“, he asked, his fingers brushing over your plump sides again, making you wiggle in a new wave of laughter.

“Yes, yes! I give up!“

“And what do we say?“

“I‘m sorry I threw the blue shell.“

“Thank you, baby.“, he chuckled and kissed your cheek before releasing you, his eyes back to soft and adoring.

He studied you for a second, then stepped closer again, making you fear that he changed his mind. Instead he gave you a look. The look.

Without any kind of effort he lifted you onto the washing machine, running his warm hands up and down your bare legs, getting closer to the hem of your loose shorts with every stroke.

For a while you didn‘t do anything, just enjoyed the feeling of his lips on your neck and his hands now between your plush thighs.

You heard the faint sound of keys jangling and your front door unlocking and you wanted to call a Hello but… he set his index finger to his lips. He looked into your eyes searching for any kind of objection, all the while taking off your shorts with well practiced moves.

He waited for another heartbeat but when you didn't stop him, he locked the door, smiled and got on his knees.

Bokuto, Atsumu, Osamu, Noya, Kuroo, Futakuchi, Konoha, Sugawara, Mattsun, Makki, Tendou, Semi, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Post-time skip Hinata, Ukai, Suna, Hoshiumi, Yaku, Hirugami, Daichi, your fave

[thatlotuscookie]

Short drabble with Hoshiumi(or Sugawara) where y/n's parents read their diary, causing their not only to be outed, but their private thoughts to be exposed and now their parents are threatening to take away college funds just because of y/n being bi/pan and y/n's family feels like it's falling apart and y/n just feels numb about it and needs comfort? ...yeah. Last night was absolute shit.

✧･ﾟ: a/n : hi anon! Thanks for your request. I’m really sorry to hear what you’re going through. It’s completely understandable to feel overwhelmed. Your feelings are valid, and you deserve love and support from those who understand you. If you need to talk or vent, I’m here for you. You’re strong for being true to yourself, take it one step at a time. You’ve got this!

✧ Title: ✧ Finding Comfort ✧ ✧ Characters: Kōrai Hoshiumi x Bisexual!Reader, Pansexual!Reader (Gender Neutral) ✧ Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: After your parents discover your diary, you feel lost and alone, facing the threat of losing your college funds just for being yourself. When Hoshiumi shows up, he reminds you that you're not a mistake and that you'll get through this together. ✧Content Warnings: LGTBQPhobia, parental rejection, anxiety, emotional distress ✧ WC: 667 words // 3.7k chars

The room was dimly lit, the evening shadows stretching across your walls like the weight of your thoughts. You sat on the edge of your bed, the diary lying open next to you, pages turned down as if they were taunting you with memories of the past few weeks. Your heart raced, not from excitement but from the crushing disappointment and anger that surged within you.

Your parents had found it—your private thoughts laid bare in ink. They had read your feelings, your fears, and your identity. And now, they were threatening to take away your college funds because of who you were. The words they threw at you stung more than you could bear: “This isn’t what we wanted for you.” “You’re just confused.” “You can’t be serious about this.”

You felt numb, a fog settling in your mind, dulling the pain but also dulling the light. The walls of your home felt like they were closing in, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was falling apart. The fear of losing your future weighed heavily on your chest, making it hard to breathe.

Just then, a knock on your door pulled you from your spiraling thoughts. Hoshiumi peeked in, concern etched across his face. “Hey, I heard you… Is everything okay?” His voice was soft, and that made the tears well in your eyes.

You shook your head, unable to form words. Hoshiumi stepped inside, closing the door behind him, and moved to sit beside you on the bed. “What’s wrong?” he asked, worry evident in his tone. You took a deep breath, but all you could manage was a broken whisper. “My parents found my diary.”

His expression darkened with understanding, and he reached for your hand, his grip warm and reassuring. “What did they say?”

“They… they’re threatening to take away my college funds. They don’t want me to be who I am. They think it’s just a phase,” you replied, the words tumbling out with a mix of anger and hurt.

Hoshiumi’s jaw clenched, and you could see the fire in his eyes. “That’s not fair! You deserve to be loved for who you are, not shamed for it.” He paused, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. “You’re not confused. You’re valid. Being bi—being pan—whatever you identify as, it’s all real and beautiful.”

You felt the knot in your chest begin to loosen slightly, comforted by his words. “I just feel so lost. I thought they would understand. I thought they would love me no matter what.”

Hoshiumi shifted closer, his shoulder pressing against yours. “It’s okay to feel this way. Your feelings matter, and I’m here for you. We’ll figure this out together.” He turned to face you fully, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. “I care about you, and I want you to feel safe being yourself. You’re not alone in this.”

A tear escaped, and Hoshiumi reached up to wipe it away with his thumb, his touch gentle and steady. “You’re not defined by their opinions. You’re so much more than that. You have your own dreams and passions, and those matter too.”

His sincerity wrapped around you like a warm blanket, and for the first time that night, you felt a glimmer of hope. “What if they really do take everything away?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“Then we’ll fight for it. I’ll help you talk to them if you want. You shouldn’t have to go through this alone.” His voice was unwavering, filled with determination. “You have people who love you, and I’m one of them.”

You leaned into him, feeling the warmth radiating from his body as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Thank you,” you murmured, a mixture of gratitude and relief washing over you.

“Always,” he replied, holding you closer as you allowed yourself to relax against him. In that moment, the world outside felt a little less daunting, and you found comfort in the presence of someone who truly cared.

[theholypeanut]

Haikyuu boys as Romance Tropes

Content: some typical angst, fluff as a little Drabble with your hav Haikyuu boys;

Gn!reader, except fake dating

Enemies to lovers

He hated you from the moment he saw you. The audacity, the way you were walking, everything just pissed him off. You were always fighting about the smallest things, as if your very existence was annoying. But what annoyed him the most was how he couldn’t get you out of his mind whenever you were not around. It was frustrating whenever he saw you laughing and chatting with other guys. How dare you never smile like that at him?

Suna, Tsukishima, Oikawa, Kunimi

Friends to lovers

Living in the same neighborhood and growing up together was an experience that bonded you two for life. From you crying on the playground after falling down to always hanging out in each other's houses while your parents were gossiping, you grew closer and closer over the years. It took him a moment to realize that as you grew up, he no longer saw you as just a playground friend. Instead, he actually missed you whenever you weren't at home and wondered if you were maybe out with your boyfriend. And that thought alone was driving him crazy.

Sugawara, Daichi, Akaashi, Hoshiumi

Best friend’s sibling

This type of guy had never really fallen in love before and would often shrug whenever any of their friends experienced romance issues. Until one day, he got to know you. It wasn't love at first sight; he simply hung out regularly at his best friend's house and naturally got to know you more and more. Eating ice cream in the kitchen, fighting for the TV remote on the couch, you spent time together. And then he heard the words, 'You are here so often, you are almost like my another brother.'

And he realized that it... hurt.

Yamaguchi, Osamu, Iwaizumi

Fake relationship

He is a very popular boy. To be fair, you don’t think you know any girl who wouldn’t want to date them if they asked. But some people really cross the line with their obsession - love letters everyday, stalking, stealing their stuff from the locker - it got absolutely crazy. One day, one of the teammates innocently suggested: “Why won’t you get yourself a fake girlfriend, so your fans will back off?” You agreed to pretend to be their girlfriend to see it this works. To make it more believable you actually started to spend more time together? He took you home after school, you went to watch a movie together. As time goes by he realised that he actually enjoyed doing this things with you - and he really wants to hold your hand, take you to the arcade, touch your hair and grab a late night snack together. After a while there’s only one thing on his mind: Would it be too much to kiss in a fake relationship? How to get you for real this time?

Atsumu, Kuroo, Ushijima

Love at first sight

He never understood the idea of love that everyone talked about. Usually, he would just shrug it off and remain indifferent. "You'll get it when you find the one" he heard from his friends. And then he saw you for the first time. It was just a regular encounter next to the vending machine, both of you reaching for the dispenser to put a coin in. He looked at you, and it felt like he accidentally swallowed his tongue.

"Sorry, you can go first," you said, a little embarrassed.

"Go out with me" he blurted out.

"What?”

Nishinoya, Hinata, Bokuto, Tendou

Opposites attract

There is always this comparison: water and fire, salt and pepper, Yin and Yang. Somehow, he never gave it much thought before - that the person he would fall for would be everything he is not. He is calm, collected, and quiet, while you are a walking chaos, loud, a troublemaker, always laughing the loudest in the room. At first, he even found you annoying, but the more you two interacted, he realized that this walking disaster was what made him smile. Others would be surprised at how well you work together, but somehow now, he doesn't think he can ever let you go, because he doesn't want to go back to his quiet existence. He just wants you.

ASAHI, Kita, Aone

By slowlyholypeanut, don’t translate, put on other websites, steal

Beautiful divider by @cafekitsune

[jamminlocks]

{♡Masterlist♡}

Compilation to all the fanfic links along with titles of future stuff

the title in bold is the link to the fic on tumblr, while [ao3] is the one over at the archives. I ultimately suggest reading the ao3 copies since those are more likely edited to date.

Drabbles are not titled.

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HQ x Reader

Suna Rintaro 🏜️🦊

Just A Wink - F/M, flirting, fluff, volleyball player reader, high school, one shot [ao3] [pt. 1] [pt. 2] [pt. 3] [pt. 4]

Sleeping Alone - A/N {coming sooner}

Osamu Miya 🍙🦊

Special Pudding - F/M, Food, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Soft Miya Osamu, one shot, not beta read, pretty much idiots in love [ao3]

Atsumu Miya 🏐🦊

Trials of the Ballsiest - M/M, Tension, Fluff (WIP)

"Fake dating atsumu fic. seriously they are fake dating" - this one is still deep in progress. but its here because yes i am writing. i have not abandoned this idea (WIP)

Komori Motoya 🏐🍌

CUTE??? - F/M, humor, fluff, funny, Komori centric fic, POV third person, Komori Motoya is a mess, original characters are unnamed and not described other than their vibes and player number, not beta read, oneshot [ao3]

Akaashi Keiji 🦉🍙

Birthday Night - F/M, established relationship, birthday fic, soft Akaashi, afab reader, soft reader, Fluff, tooth aching fluff, Domestic Fluff, Kissing, sfw, no smut, slightly suggestive in the end, One shot [ao3]

Ushijima Wakatoshi 🏐🐄

A Very Full Bed - F/M, M/M, post timeskip, Fluff, Hand holding, establish relationship, reader's gender is unspecified, one shot, not beta read, sfw [ao3]

Hoshiumi Korai 🏐🌟

Mistletoes Are White - F/M, second POV, childhood friends, friends to lovers, fluff, first kiss, kissing, christmas decoration, mistletoe, korai is soft, christmas fluff, christmas fic, actually after christmas fic i guess, post-timekip, not beta read [ao3]

Sakusa Kiyoomi 😷🧼

A Black Weasel's Witch - F/M, fantasy AU, Witch!Reader, Fluff, Slowburn (WIP)

Drabbles: #1

Kita Shinsuke 🌾🦊

Near The Lake - F/M, fantasy AU, foxspirit!kita (WIP)

Bokuto Koutaro 🦉🏐

Let's Kill Time Together - F/M, Post-timeskip, Cafe, Fluff, getting stood up, not by bokuto, Reunion, Date, spontaneous date (WIP and on the way)

Kenma Kozume 🎮🐈

Long Awaited Visit - Gen, Friendship, Platonic,

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Genshin x Reader

Wriothesley❄️🥊

An Inmate and A Warden - Gen, Wriothesley and Reader, Inmate!Reader, reunion,(WIP)

Alhaitham 📚🌱

Professional Relationship - M/M, F/M, slow burn, predominantly platonic (WIP)

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[haikyu-mp4]

cabin by the ocean – drabble

imagine spending time at a summer cabin by the ocean with Hoshiumi Korai.

sunbathing on the little private pier until your sunscreen turns into sweat. complaining about the seagulls yet enjoying the sound of them as you relax. laying on matching spider-man-themed towels. getting a delicious massage as he reapplies your sunscreen and tastes it on your skin. he’s wearing swim shorts, showing off his nice physique. summer is only just starting.

then when he gets restless, he suggests going for a swim with that cheeky grin on his face, one hand squeezing your thigh in encouragement. the water is cold and you’re hesitant, so Hoshiumi goes for a dip on his own and asks you to film him when he does a backflip into the water.

but you’re not out of danger yet, because Hoshiumi comes back up dripping with cold ocean water and chases after you for a hug. your squeals and his laughter bounce across the surrounding waves and he eventually gets his arms around you, pulling you with him until the two of you fall off the edge of the pier.

you surface and Hoshiumi laughs at the way your hair clings to your head, pressing a kiss to your lips as a request for forgiveness. fine, guess it was a bit refreshing after all.

masterlist

/thankyou @cottonlemonade for putting these delusional ideas in my head

[revasserium]

Can you do #154 with Hoshiumi or Bokuto ❤️🥺

send me a prompt and a character, and i'll write you a drabble (or ukno, like a 2k fuckin fic)

154. Leap into my arms @thisbicc

diving into the wreck

bokuto; 1,815 words; angst in the beginning, but its honestly more hurt/comfort, and the ending is fluffy ;) ish.

he is a volcano, he is a thunderstorm — he is every natural disaster poets have ever tried to tame with language and still, the truth remains — bokuto koutarou is a force of nature. but the thing about natural disasters is that they end. they pass and, like shooting stars, all that remains is the wreckage they’ve left behind, the imprint of light across a moonless night.

“losing isn’t everything, y’know.”

you run a hand down the curved planes of his back, trying to sooth the tantrum building just beneath the surface.

“it is! and you know it is! you just — you just don’t know how it feels! you don’t know anything!”

the words seep through the house, oozing blood like an open wound, soaking the carpets and weighing down the curtains, staining them till neither of you are sure what color they used to be when you first got them.

(”look! look! these are on sale! and they’re the design i like!” “ah, well if they’re the design you like, then i guess we gotta get ‘em, huh?” “oh shut up, you big goofball.”)

you pull back your hand and sigh.

“you’re right… i don’t know how it feels to lose like you do but —” you bite down hard on your lips, swallowing down the words —

i know how it feels to lose you.

he looks up, his expression desperate. he wants to reach out, to pull you close to say no, i didn’t mean that or no, i’m sorry, let’s get some icream or some popcorn or some new damn curtains but he looks away instead.

(”how do you jump so high?” “huh? me? oh… uh… well, i mean… i just kinda do it… i guess.” “but… aren’t you afraid you’re gonna fall and hurt yourself?” “nah. like, the floor’s not goin’ anywhere, y’know?”)

“bokuto… i — i think i’m gonna go stay with a friend for a while.”

bokuto feels the world press in, the walls inching towards him, the ceiling pressing down. he wants to curl in on himself till there’s nothing left, he wants to crush you to him, to hold you so tightly you become a part of him but his body won’t move. his lips are still. and there’s a part of him that wonders if he does this to himself just so he’ll have something to fight for.

because the truth is — he doesn’t know how else to love you.

he doesn’t know how else to love but like this — with no training wheels, with his eyes closed and fists clenched and wild hope pounding in his heart. and he knows he’s not good at this — he’s never been all too good at this but he never thought it would hurt — he never knew that the floor could disappear from beneath his feet and that sometimes, just sometimes, you really should look before you leap but…

“for… for how long?” he asks.

“i… i’m not sure yet but… i think —” you take a breath like gasping for air in a vacuum-sealed space, “i think it’d be good for us,” another heaving breath.

“some time… apart.”

bokuto feels the air leave the room like a scolded child, slipping away through the opened doorway, disappearing into the darkness of the hall. he tries to breathe and finds that he doesn’t quite remember how.

(”so… its like a trust exercise. with the floor.” “w-wha?? you still talkin’ about jumping?” “yeah! like… in order to jump that high, you gotta trust that the floor will be there to catch you, right?”)

“okay.”

the word burns through him, a comet with a too-long tail, singeing his tongue. it tastes like cinder and smoke and all the words he never had the courage to say out loud.

“okay,” you echo, with a tiny little nod.

he feels the ground beneath him crack and crumble, and for the first time in his life, bokuto is afraid of falling.

“i…” he nearly chokes on the word, but he forces himself to his feet, his fists balled at his sides. like this, he towers over you, like this, he’s a huge, imposing thing, but like this — he feels the smallest he’s ever been.

i’m sorry.

“i love you,” he says, finally. after a long-held breath.

you look up at him with wide, sad eyes and after a moment, you let out a small laugh. it shakes your shoulders and breaks something inside him. because this, at least, he knows to be true. he might not be good at it but he knows that he loves you. he loves you strong, and he loves you hard.

he loves you like a thunderstorm might love a lightning sea, too much salt, and not enough water —

“yeah…” you say, “yeah… i know.”

(”ahh… there’s no fixin’ that, is there?” “what, the dish you broke cause you put it in the dishwasher wrong? nope. don’t think so.” “mm… but what if we keep it anyway?” “aww, you big baby, i always knew you were the sentimental type.”)

you run a hand through your hair, leaning back against the kitchen counter with a deep, heavy sigh.

slowly, the air trickles back into the room.

“let’s go swimming,” he says. and you look up, all sadness gone and replaced by confusion, but bokuto is smiling, a hopeful, indulgent sort of thing.

“what, right now?” you blink at him. he rocks on the balls of his feet.

“yeah. right now.”

for a second, you narrow your eyes, for a second, you wonder what this might be about. but years with bokuto has taught you that there are moments where you don’t ask why or when or how. it is only the who that matters — and it has always been him.

the pool is closed but bokuto manages to find the key tucked in the gym manager’s drawer and you bite back an exasperated sigh as he unlocks the door and lets you both in. there’s a triumphant smile on his lips and you can’t help but laugh. when he cannonballs into the water, whooping out in joy, you stand by the poolside and watch him — and for a second everything is fine. for second, everything is forgotten — all the big fights, all the long nights, all the things neither of you really meant to say — washed away by the chlorine-scented water dripping down the length of his spine.

“c’mon! come in! the water’s great!”

bokuto motions for you to join him, and you only hesitate for a second before pulling off your shirt and slipping into the cool, temperature controlled water. you let yourself sink beneath the surface and you feel the world above you slip away.

you open your eyes to find bokuto there, right in front of you, his eyes just as wide open as yours. his lips are moving, bubbles streaming from his mouth as he speaks but you shake your head, feeling the laughter curling up within you.

“b-bokuto — i can’t hear anything you’re saying!”

you break the surface and reach out to pull him up. but he only shakes his head and drags you under again. you shake your head too, about to break away when you see him mouthing the words —

i’m sorry.

don’t leave me.

you still, and for a moment, you both hang there, suspended by the weight of water, the sheer lack of air. and for once, bokuto is thankful for it.

(”i — i’m not that sentimental! i just… i like holding onto broken things, sometimes.” “bokuto… but… we can just get a new dish —” “no, like… i just think… that it’s worth a try is all.”)

this time, when you break the surface, bokuto comes up with you, gasping for air like a drowning man. he takes you by the arms and shakes you, ever so slightly. water droplets cling to his hair like gemstones, glittering in the refracted blue lights.

“we — we’re not broken,” he says, his voice a bit waterlogged, his chest heaving like some great beached whale, fighting for every breath, for every word.

you purse your lips, a wave of something cresting inside your chest.

he gives you another shake.

“and… and even if we are…” he gulps, “i — i think we’re worth fixing.”

you let out a tiny sob, the hot prickling behind your eyes bursting out in a maelstrom of salt and water and bokuto holds you at arm’s length and lets you cry. he lets you scream and struggle and tell him all the things you’d never have told him otherwise.

he takes it the best he can. he weathers the storm. he waits it out like a patient beach, knowing that eventually, the tide will recede. that eventually, even a hurricane will blow through it’s course.

“i’m sorry,” he says, finally, when you’ve cried yourself out, still hiccupping with his hands on either side of your arms, both your fingers pruning in the water.

“y-you better be.”

bokuto laughs, nodding, finally pulling you in for a kiss.

“i am… and… i’m sorry that i’m so bad at apologizing.”

you let out a watery laugh and make a half-hearted attempt to splash him.

“as long as you don’t make a habit of breaking into the gym pool at midnight just to say sorry.”

“i dunno, it’s kinda nice though, isn’t it?”

“what, a midnight dip? i guess it is…”

for a moment, the both of you are quiet. and you both know this isn’t the end, that there are still words to be said, new curtains to buy, old dishes to mend.

“hey, wanna try something?” bokuto’s voice is hopeful, but as you turn to look at him, you allow yourself another smile. because isn’t this what you fell in love with in the first place? the highs and the lows, the sunlight days and the stormy nights.

“sure, what do you wanna try?”

bokuto points at the diving board hanging over the deep end of the pool with a wide, wayward grin.

you hike your eyebrows.

“c’mon! try it! i’ll catch you!”

trust me.

you hesitate for a moment longer before swimming to the edge and heaving yourself out of the water. bokuto whoops as you walk onto the diving board and look over the edge.

he opens his arms and waits for you.

you take a breath, and —

you jump.