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[yomiro]

[haikyu-mp4]

Secret circle – technically Kita x reader wc 301 – gn!reader

Imagine you’re the Miya twins’ older sibling. The three of you have gathered for your start-of-the-year secret-sharing session. Sitting in a circle and holding each other’s hands, as per tradition, you all glance at each other anxiously while chanting the stupid oath you made many years ago. What secrets will be revealed this year?

It’s a known fact that any Miya is terrible at keeping secrets, and so you made this tradition while growing up where you would share something every January to let the burden of the secret off your chest.

Now the twins are in their second year of high school and you’re in your third. It’s time for your last secret circle before you inevitably move somewhere else for college, as your brothers have been trying to prepare themselves for.

Taking deep breaths, you move a hand to start the countdown of ten seconds on your phone before hurriedly grabbing Osamu’s hand again.

As the time nears zero, you’re all red in the face and not entirely sure if you’re ready, but here it goes…

“I’m quitting volleyball after high school!” Osamu yelled, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I’m bisexual!” Atsumu squeaked dramatically, nodding as if in response to his own secret.

“I’m dating Kita!” you admitted with a sheepish grin.

“Dinner’s ready!” your mother announced from downstairs, but there was no peaceful dinner that day. You barely made it past the bedroom door before Osamu had your ankle in a clutch, pulling you back in while you yelled for your mom‘s help. Meanwhile, Atsumu had Osamu in a headlock and ultimately pulled all three of you back into the twins’ shared bedroom.

You almost missed the years when the worst confession was that someone liked the taste of boogers.

There’s no denying this was your favourite tradition ever.

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ITS THEM ITS THEM ITS THEM ITS THEM ITS THEM ITS THEM ITS THEM ITS THEM

Kitagawa daiichi trio 😭😭😭

[bokutoko]

you've never told kita your favorite flowers.

and yet here they were, another couple of them in a little vase—your favorite vase—on the kitchen counter, like always. you stared at the blooming buds, as if they were taunting you, your mind struggling to remember if you’d ever even mentioned them your fiancé.

your thoughts were quickly interrupted upon the familiar crunch, crunch, crunch of the grass beneath the footsteps of a familiar gait. shinsuke walked in through the back, so beautiful and so sweaty after taking his boots off on the porch.

“evenin’, sweetheart,” he greeted with his same gentle smile, coming to give you a quick kiss on the forehead. you hummed with a soft smile as he went straight to the sink to wash his hands.

“you smell,” you teased, earning a little laugh from your love.

“do i?” he asked with a knowing look, “thought i’d smell like peaches and wildflowers.”

apparently, your greeting smile and little joke was not enough to hide the serious brainpower you were using to try and figure out when the hell—

“i sense that brain workin’,” kita commented as he scrubbed and dried his hands, his voice gentle, “what’cha thinkin’ about?”

“when did I ever tell you my favorite flower?” you blurted out before actually thinking, and you inwardly cringed, sounding like some petulant little kid.

real smooth.

kita’s brows furrowed slightly in confusion at her question, looking to the vase in the kitchen. “i mean, i knew ya liked flowers ‘cause we always walk past that one florist in town when we’re out... but your eyes light up just a lil’ bit more when he’s got these in the window.”

your cheeks turn hot, not realizing he noticed things like that. clearing your throat, you awkwardly mumble, “didn’t know i had a stalker on my hands.”

kita couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, the rich, low laugh still making your heart race and the butterflies in your tummy flutter. “yer the one who said yes to marryin’ me, sweetheart,” he said with a slightly crooked grin, coming over to rest his hands on the curve of your waist, “it ain’t creepin’—i just pay attention.”

a/n: I AM ALIVE!! i was in the TRENCHES with my classes last semester (irls know the pain), but i am back (i think)!

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[nmakii]

knockin’ that kitty cat out!

— he’s a good boyfriend… but, can he fight? [hq + bllk]

of course he can fight! he’s gonna happily fight someone if it meant defending your honor— he’s cracking his knuckles at the very thought. his girlfriend can wear whatever the hell she pleases. and, if someone has something to say about it— be it a man, woman, or even a child, they’re getting their ass beat. you wouldn’t have to worry about creeps when he’s around. he’s like your own personal security guard who glares at anyone who even stares at you for too long.

isagi yoichi, kunigami rensuke, meguru bachira, shidou ryusei, jingo raichi, reo mikage, rin itoshi, shoei barou, michael kaiser, zantetsu tsurugi, tobio kageyama, kei tsukishima, tooru oikawa, kentaro kyotani, bokuto kotaro, satori tendou, suguru daishou, kiyoomi sakusa, atsumu miya, aran ojiro, korai hoshiumi

yes! …but, he really doesn’t wanna. he loves you sincerely from the bottom of his heart, but he really prefers using his words rather than his fists. he’s a chill guy, but it doesn’t mean he’d just so easily let someone hurt you and get away with it. he always keeps you close to him, a hand on your waist to protect from any perverts who’d try to harass you. and if someone just so happens to try it while he’s around, he’s gonna be as diplomatic as he can. and, if that doesn’t work either… he’s left with no other option, but to fight them.

hyoma chigiri, gin gagamaru, wataru kuon, ikki niko, nagi seishiro, jin kiyora, hiori yo, sae itoshi, otoya eita, oliver aiku, daichi sawamura, morisuke yaku, iwaizumi hajime, takahiro makki, wakatoshi ushijima, semi eita, suna rintarou, osamu miya

yes! …but, he doesn’t. he seriously isn’t a confrontational person! it doesn’t change the fact that what the person did was disgusting, but he’s not gonna fight them over it. instead, what’s most important to him right now is your well-being. he’s quickly escorting you away from the area, and asking if you’re alright. if you’re fine, he doesn’t bring up the issue again for the rest of the day. but if you aren’t, he’s more than happy to simply bring you back home and stay in together.

kurona ranze, tabito karasu, kenyu yukimiya, koshi sugawara, asahi azumane, kuroo tetsurou, kenma kozume, matsukawa issei, takanobu aone, akaashi keiji, motoya komori, shinsuke kita

no! …but he tries! he’s outraged! how dare that scum go and harass you? that piece of trash, why he oughta…. wait, how do you fight..? he has to protect your honor, you’re his lady after all. but, he’s not very good at it. he’s a lover, not a fighter. at the end of all of it, it just ends up with him being beaten bloody and bruised blue, and you having to patch him up. he almost had to go to the hospital for stitches… but hey, it’s the thought that matters, right?

nijiro nanase, yudai imamura, shuto sendou, alexis ness, yuu nishinoya, ryunosuke tanaka, shoyo hinata, tadashi yamaguchi, lev haiba

[honeyscara]

—Haikyu boys reaction to you kissing them on the cheeks

ּ ֶָ֢.Tsukishima Keiּ ֶָ֢.

You were sitting on the floor of Tsukishima’s room, textbooks and notes scattered around you. He was sitting at his desk, pen in hand, explaining a formula you just couldn’t wrap your head around.

“So, if you just substitute X here and simplify, the answer’s obvious,” he said, his voice calm but tinged with his usual condescension.

You looked at him, a playful smile forming. “Wow, you’re like a genius, Tsukki. Thanks!” Before he could retort, you leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

Tsukishima froze, his pen stopping mid-air. Slowly, he turned to face you, his golden eyes narrowing behind his glasses. “What the hell was that?”

You shrugged, biting back a laugh. “Just showing some gratitude.”

“Don’t do that. Ever.” He turned back to his notebook, but you didn’t miss the way his ears turned bright red.

For the rest of the study session, he refused to look at you, muttering under his breath about how “annoying” you were, though the faint smile tugging at his lips gave him away.

ּ ֶָ֢.Kageyama Tobioּ ֶָ֢.

The gym was buzzing with activity as Kageyama finished a practice match, sweat dripping down his face. He slumped onto the bench, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging it like his life depended on it.

You approached him, clapping your hands. “Great job out there, Kageyama! You were amazing as always.”

“Yeah,” he muttered between gulps of water, barely paying attention.

Rolling your eyes at his lack of enthusiasm, you leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Lighten up a little!”

Kageyama nearly spat out his water. He whipped his head toward you, his eyes wide with shock. “Wha—what was that?!”

You laughed, enjoying his flustered expression. “A reward for doing so well. What, don’t tell me you’ve never been kissed before?”

“Th-that’s not the point!” he stammered, his face turning bright red. He avoided your gaze, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

“Relax, Kageyama,” you teased, patting his shoulder. “You deserved it.”

For the rest of practice, he couldn’t concentrate, his teammates calling him out for messing up passes.

ּ ֶָ֢.Hinata Shoyoּ ֶָ֢.

“Take that!” Hinata yelled, his fingers mashing the controller buttons as he celebrated another win. The two of you were sitting on the floor in his living room, snacks scattered around, completely engrossed in a video game.

“You’re way too into this,” you said, shaking your head as his avatar did a victory dance.

“Of course I am! I’m the best at—” His words cut off as you leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

Hinata froze, his mouth hanging open as he dropped the controller onto the carpet. “Wha—huh?! Y-Y/N, what was that?!”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “What was what?”

“Y-you just kissed me! On the cheek!” His hands flew to his face, covering his flushed cheeks as he stared at you in disbelief.

“Yeah, so?” you said, grinning. “You were cute just now, so I couldn’t help it.”

Hinata flailed his arms dramatically, his face burning bright red. “You can’t just do stuff like that! It’s—it’s not fair!”

You laughed, patting his shoulder. “Relax, it’s just a cheek kiss. Now focus, you’re losing.”

Hinata couldn’t focus for the rest of the game, his mind replaying the kiss over and over.

ּ ֶָ֢.Yamaguchi Tadashiּ ֶָ֢.

The two of you were walking home together after school, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows on the pavement. Yamaguchi was nervously talking about how he’d missed a few serves during practice, his gaze fixed on the ground.

“I don’t know… maybe I should just ask Tsukki for more help. I feel like I’m dragging the team down,” he said, his voice filled with doubt.

You stopped in your tracks, grabbing his arm gently to make him turn to face you. “Tadashi, stop saying that,” you said firmly. “You’re doing great, and you’re getting better every day.”

Before he could protest, you leaned in and gave him a soft peck on the cheek. “Believe in yourself a little more, okay?”

Yamaguchi’s eyes widened, his freckles standing out as his face turned pink. He stared at you in stunned silence, his lips parting slightly as he tried to process what had just happened.

“T-thank you,” he finally mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked down, gripping the strap of his bag nervously.

You smiled, nudging him lightly. “You’re welcome. Now, let’s get going before it gets dark.”

For the rest of the walk, Yamaguchi stayed quiet, stealing shy glances at you and replaying the moment in his head, a small smile tugging at his lips.

ּ ֶָ֢.Kenma Kozumeּ ֶָ֢.

Kenma was sitting cross-legged on his bed, his gaming console in hand as you sat next to him, watching him play. His golden eyes were glued to the screen, his fingers moving with practiced precision as he navigated through the game.

“You’ve been at this for hours, Kenma,” you said, leaning against the wall. “Aren’t you tired?”

He shook his head, not looking away from the screen. “No, I’m almost done. Just a few more minutes.”

You smiled at how focused he was, his slightly messy hair falling into his eyes. Feeling playful, you leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

Kenma’s entire body froze, his hands still gripping the console. The game on the screen continued, but his character stood still, quickly losing health.

“Y-Y/N,” he muttered, his voice soft but laced with disbelief. He slowly turned his head to look at you, his face slightly pink. “Why did you do that?”

You shrugged, grinning. “You were cute. I couldn’t help it.”

Kenma blinked a few times, then looked back at the screen. “You can’t just do stuff like that… it’s distracting,” he mumbled, though his voice held no real annoyance.

For the rest of the game, his focus was noticeably off, and you caught him glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

ּ ֶָ֢.Kuroo Tetsurouּ ֶָ֢.

The two of you were hanging out in the gym after practice, with Kuroo casually dribbling a volleyball as you watched from the sidelines. He was telling you about the team’s progress, his voice full of his usual smug confidence.

“And then Lev missed the block again. I swear, he’s like a baby giraffe out there,” Kuroo said with a laugh, spinning the ball on his finger.

You rolled your eyes, smirking. “You’re so mean, Kuroo.”

He stopped spinning the ball and grinned at you, his messy black hair falling into his eyes. “What? I’m just stating facts, Y/N.”

Feeling bold, you stepped closer and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “That’s for being a good captain, even if you’re a little mean.”

Kuroo’s eyes widened slightly before his signature smirk returned. “Well, well, what’s this? Are you falling for me, Y/N?” he teased, leaning in closer with a playful glint in his eyes.

You scoffed, pushing his face away. “Don’t get cocky. It was just a friendly kiss.”

“Friendly, huh?” he said, chuckling as he straightened up. “Guess I’ll have to work harder to earn a real one.”

He continued teasing you about it for the rest of the day, but the slight blush on his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed.

[kurooangel]

₊˚⊹  late night snack .ᐟ

featuring       ᰔ  osamu miya

warnings       ᰔ  fluff. timeskip haikyuu. f!reader. husband!osamu. masterlist.

★ osamu woke up when he heard a noise in the kitchen, and he was taken aback when you weren't next to him on your shared bed. he glanced at his phone, 3:54 AM. still groggy, he got up and walked out of the bedroom, walking through the house towards the kitchen.

he leaned against the door frame, arched eyebrow and crossed arms with a soft smile on his face when he saw you eating a piece of the cake he made. "tasty, huh?" he chuckles and you gave a little start at the sound of his raspy voice. "couldn't help it, 'samu. it's delicious" you say, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear to introduce the spoon again in your mouth. "glad to know you like it" he smiles softly, wrapping his arms around your waist. "like it? i love it! you'd be a millionaire if you sold it at the restaurant" you smile back at him, and put the cake in its box again.

"I prefer baking it just for mi wifey" he kisses your cheek and squeeze your waist playfully. "that sounds good" you giggle and he kisses you, running his tongue over your lips to taste the cake. he deepens the kiss and pulls you closer. a loving gaze when he pulls back to speak, his voice low "you're even sweeter than the cake"

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Tsuki!!

[yogurtkags]

❝ STRAWBERRY KISSES ❞ — hinata shoyo (18+)

cw: MDNI, f!reader, post-timeskip!shoyo, fluff but alludes to smut (non-explicitly), established relationship, aftercare, non-sexual showing together, suggestive | wc: 1.2k

there is nothing more secure and anchored than being loved by hinata shoyo

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if there’s one thing that shoyo loves, it’s the sight of you laying beneath him breathless and spent, soft and pliant atop plush white sheets, the strands of your hair tangled between his fingers earlier now fanned out like a halo. you’re a little slice of heaven on earth, his angel.

the dazed, love drunk look on your face in post-coital bliss never gets old, and he lets his eyes trail over your features and sweat-slicked skin, needless to commit to memory — he already knows every part of you like the back of his hand, basking in a beauty that’s uniquely yours, and only his to see.

the faint light from outside seeping through gaps in the blinds highlights his tanned cheeks in its airbrushed pink, and you can’t help but bring a hand up for a featherlight touch, grazing the smooth plains with a small, tired, but no less genuine smile and affection swirling in your eyes. he's only gotten more handsome as he got older, past his awkward fumbling teenage years and now with a newfound confidence since returning from brazil, he glows with happiness, self-assurance and in this moment, simply love.

you always thought he looked attractive on the court, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead and hair disheveled, and it rings true even now in bed with you.

the hand cupping his cheek snakes around the back of his neck, gently guiding him down to meet your lips in a delicate, unhurried exchange. he readjusts his position from above you, taking some weight off with a quiet grunt and settling next to you, taking you into his arms again, lips still connected through it all. his calloused hands caress your sides and pull you in by your waist, craving once again the closeness of skin on skin as you melt against his sturdy frame.

it’s warm, sticky and sweaty, but in the moment, neither of you can be bothered to care, chasing the warmth of connection and each other as your bodies tangle above the sheets.

what little that’s left of your strawberry lip balm leaves a lingering taste on his tongue and he can't help but go in for seconds, addicted to your lips and the burst of sweetness that follows. it's like biting into the ripe juicy fruit, just one is never enough.

it’s slow, gentle and tender, pacing unurgent and languid as your locked lips dance a well versed number, every movement familiar and effortless, like a choreography perfected over time and practice, and a graceful melody leaving you wanting more.

inevitably pulling apart for air, shoyo rests his forehead against yours, not before gently blowing the strands of hair sticking to your skin and feeling the walls around his heart crumble for the nth time at your airy giggle, the sound akin to a cupid’s arrow, shooting right through to his soul.

“you okay, princess?” he whispers lowly, and with your nod, your eyes flutter shut in content and the comfort of his embrace, “you’re so damned cute, so pretty like this.”

basking in the afterglow, you nuzzle your face into the juncture between his neck and shoulder, hand resting against his bare, damp chest and feeling the thrum of his heartbeat pulse against your palm. it's steady and sure, stable and constant, much like the nature of his love — he is the embodiment of passion and excitement, but there is nothing more secure and anchored than being loved by hinata shoyo.

“you wanna stay here for a little longer, or shall i run the bath?” he softly mumbles against your temple, hands gently tracing shapes into the small of your back. you faintly make out the outline of a heart gliding across the dips and curves and can’t help the smile that graces your lips, feeling a matching one pressing into the side of your head.

“mmm a bath does sound nice right now…” you trail off, lips murmuring against his neck and voice clouded with drowsiness.

he huffs in amusement, your breath tickles as he slowly sits up with you still in his faithful hold. picking you up with ease, you’re light as a feather to him, he walks to the bathroom and plants you on the counter to sit while he prepares, your legs dangling and swinging back and forth.

you take the time to admire the broad expanse of his back. he’s grown quite a bit since his years in high school, once small and lean, now sculpted and defined by muscles that speak of his discipline and hard work. his short life in brazil and current pro-league training did wonders for his physique — he’s faster, stronger, in more ways than one if your soreness has anything to go by.

this is a far cry from the first time you slept together, but the tender loving care after never gets old. shoyo may slack on doing the dishes or laundry from time to time, but never in a million years when it comes to you. he’s precise and methodical in his movements, he’s done this countless of times before after all, but he never lets himself get too familiar — being able to love on you is a privilege he will never let himself forget.

the water soon stops running and he stretches his hand out, helping you down the counter and keeping you steady on your feet as you step into the tub, "careful, i got you."

he follows suit, settling behind you and you happily lean back against his chest, his hand resting on your tummy and rubbing soothing circles under the water. it’s a peaceful and comfortable quiet, the only sounds being soft breaths and the water shallowly rippling with his ministrations.

“sore?” he murmurs against the shell of your ear, barely above a whisper and causing goosebumps to rise on the surface of your skin.

you hum in response, resting your head on his shoulder as you sink even further into his frame, the warmth of the water and his body enveloping you in a little bubble, safe and comforting. keep this up and you could fall asleep right here and now.

he takes advantage of his current position behind you to litter your neck with kisses, occasionally nipping and sucking at the supple skin. “mm don’t start something you can’t finish, sho.” you say this, yet you’re still leaning into his sensual touches and tilting your head to give him more access, sleepily whimpering his name so prettily, dripping with honey.

your pliancy and the lack of resistance on your part spurs on another wave of desire in him and he takes it as a cue to continue, painting the untouched spots of empty canvas and leaving faint purple bruises in it’s wake as a mark and declaration of his love. you're always so trusting, so receptive of him. only for him.

you may not be able to see the shit-eating grin on his face but you can sure as hell hear it in his voice and feel it as it his chuckle vibrates against your pulse, sending shivers down your spine.

“are you challenging me, meu amor?”

taglist. open (link to form) @koton @shouyuus tagging you two as promised ♡

networks. @the-all-stars-network @houseofsolisoccasum

notes. writing this made me feel things... also crazy how i started this draft in SEPTEMBER jfc

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[teruzenji]

WHEN IN ROME — yū nishinoya + fem!reader

a japanese passport allows its citizens to stay in italy for up to 90 days; he intends to make the most of it—until he meets her, and suddenly, 90 days don’t seem long enough.

cw swearing, ooc characters, im not italian so i have very poor concept of how coastal italian towns are, hurt/comfort, fluff, written + smau

tropes strangers to lovers, language barriers

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now boarding. . .

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PROLOGUE

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[kamsspice]

if it were me / fem bokuaka comic

[everyevee]

MY SHAYLA

First art in this year

[haikyu-mp4]

Gorgeous – Oikawa x reader wc 410 – f!reader, angst

In your second year of high school, you were approached by a tall guy who wanted you to be a manager for the volleyball team. You thought he was gorgeous – the kind of guy who would check all the boxes of a magazine, make even a grown woman do a double take on the street and make you reconsider your interests.

Unfortunately, you had no interest in joining another club when you already enjoyed the one you were in, but you were convinced to watch their games. Oikawa knew he was just as gorgeous under the court lights, and it showed.

Learning the rules of volleyball came gradually, and you kept going to the games very regularly, learning the Aoba Johsai chant so you could cheer along.

Oikawa noticed you. Every time, he would find you in the crowd and send you a short wave. Not an overly posed peace sign or a flirtatious wink, just a wave. Then he started finding you in school, showing you every hiding place he knew because he just couldn’t stay away.

“I won't be around after high school,” he informed you one time when you were leaning against him in a broom closet.

“Good. I’m proud of you.” You sighed, lifting your head from his chest to find the chocolate swirls in his eyes. “Would be a pain to fall in love with you now, wouldn’t it?” you whispered while affectionately tucking some of his hair behind his ear. He leaned into your touch, eyes moving away with guilt, just like he would a few weeks after graduation.

Even when you graduated a year later, your gorgeous high school sweetheart was the one who got away. The one who got Argentinian citizenship and recently sent you his monthly update with a picture of the certificate, a silent warning that he wouldn’t come home. Not to you at least. So you start moving on.

Then in ten years, when he’s nearing retirement age and asked more frequently what plans he has for that time of his life, he catches himself thinking about you. You and your husband, Iwaizumi, found each other in your loss of a great friend and recently announced that you were pregnant with your first child.

“I hope to find my peace,” he’ll answer the interviewers cryptically, avoiding any incantation of the word love. Because how can love ever feel the same when it’s not your hand running through his hair?

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[afyrian]

☆ many firsts w/ sakusa | wc: 436

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    you hold a spatula up, leg crossed over the other, left foot pressing against the top of the right one. the sound of batter sizzling against the pan rattles through your ears, battling the radio playing on the countertop. sun peeks through thin curtains, illuminating the oven while not blinding you. the oven’s flames warm the room to a comfortable temperature.

  humming along to the music, you lean your head against the nearby wall. hands slip against your sides, tender fingers wrapping around your stomach. a head presses against your shoulder, lips kissing the side of your neck with a soft intensity. “good morning,” he whispers into your ear, head lifting up so his chin can rest on your shoulder.

  “good morning, handsome,” you whisper back, pressing your head against his, free hand reaching down to grab ahold of his. 

  your hand latches onto his, feeling just how much larger his fingers are to yours. you always knew he had large hands. the way they sleep around waist, how they ran along your hands, comfortable in every way. however, something feels different about how you hold his hand in yours. it feels natural, how despite the size, there’s a warmth there. “never noticed how large your hands are.”

  sakusa pushes his hand up, yours moving with it. outstretching his fingers, he lets your hand rest in his, the tips of your fingers not even close to reaching his. you both stand there for a second, admiring the differences between you. for a second, you let your mind wander, wander to the thought of rings on those fingers. wander to a time when it is just the two of you, forever.

  “i love you,” you mumble, staring down at the pancakes, flipping another.

  you’ve said it under your breath many times. during volleyball games, when you turn around in bed and find him asleep, when he runs into the kitchen to grab you a snack. and this time feels like every other, just with him in earshot, him there to witness your love with warm embraces.

  it takes sakusa a moment to breath it in, to take in your very words. it overwhelms his system to hear it from your lips. the same lips used to kiss him nearly every evening, the very same lips that taste like coffee or mint. his hand stays with yours though, squeezing softly against every finger. “i love you too,” his voice is just as quiet as yours. 

  however, the morning gravel in his voice makes it sound so much more beautiful coming from him, “you ready for breakfast?”

  “how about we just stand here for just one more second,” sakusa presses his lips against your skin once more, sending goosebumps down your body, a shiver running through your spine.

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[cinnablu3]

GOING ON A DATE BOKUTO KOUTARO

I'm living my 2020 HAIKYUU dreams.

Don't even care if this post flops because I really do miss haikyuu 🙁