#hq suga x reader

[summerlovingbaby]

bus ride

No one knew that she was dating Suga, she was on the schools tennis team, and most knew they were close, but a very limited amount of people knew they had made the precarious jump for from just friends to lovers, girlfriend just seemed to casual a word for how they felt together.

When Y/N didn’t have tennis pratice, she watched their volleyball pratice, and the stars happened to align, because for once, but unfortunately due to their simmualr schedules she never got to see him play in a game or pratice match, and he had only been to one of her games. But fortunately one of Y/N’s weekend matches was cancelled last minute, allowing her the ability to see Suga play a game in person, so they shared a seat together on a bus.

They stared the bus ride talking but the slow rocking of the bus they slowly were lulled into a dreamlike sleep state. Y/N ended up with her head resting in the crook of Sugas neck, her forehead seemed to fit perfectly there. Suga head was ontop of hers, placed on her hair. Every once and a while he would stir, wake up vaguely confused, then he would look for Y/N adjust her neck if it was cocked at what looked to be an uncomfortable angle, and in the mess of his tiredness he would press his lips to his face with his eyes still closed, and drift back off to sleep.

When they arrived to the area, the team almost didn’t want to wake them, they looked so cute in eachothers arms, they hesitated. By then bus came to a sudden halt, waking Suga with a quiet groan, upset that his peaceful nap was over. He wiped the sleep in his eyes before sleepily leaning to Y/N and kissing her on the forehead, and rubbing her upper thigh to gently wake her up.

She awoke with a quiet groan, woke up vaguely confused at her odd surroundings then remembered her location, and noticed the eyes of Sugas nosy teammates looking at them, where their bodies leaned into eachother, and then realized she should have the since enough to be embarrassed. 

She buried her face into his side, trying to hide the shade of soft pink that swept over her cheeks, and Suga tried his hardest not to smile at how cute she was when she was embarrassed at the depth of their affection.

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[struwberrii]

suga crushing on you ✧˖°.

here is my little smau of texts with suga while he’s crushing on you :3

also ignore the switch from light to dark mode i got distracted half way through writing these loll

[haikyu-mp4]

In sickness and in health

"Did you hear about Sugawara? I heard his girlfriend got sick and he's taking care of her. But you didn't hear that from me!!" – @white-bunny-fluff for my Gossip Event.

word count; 366 – f!reader

You coughed again, this time feeling the glob of disgusting slime shimmer half a centimetre further up your throat. “I hate this,” you whined. It sounded even more pathetic going hand in hand with your clogged nose.

Suga raked a hand through your hair, chuckling softly. He held up the tea for you again, tracing his hand along your jaw and down under your chin to make you tilt your face up. As you drank another gulp of tea, he said “There you go, you’ll be better in no time.”

You sank back into your pillow after drinking and Suga left the cup on the nightstand. “You don’t know that. This might just be my destined death.” Oh, how dramatic you get when you’re sick.

Suga laughed again, getting up and moving around to the other side of the bed. He lifted the covers, making you frown until it softened again as he slid his arms around you. “I’ll be the hot local widow.”

After squinting at him, you cuddled into his chest with a pitiful whine. “Thank you for being the best part of my short-lived life.” Unfortunately, you had to lean away from him again as a nasty cough came over you.

Suga carefully pulled you back into his arms, after you cleared your throat with some more tea, and caged himself around you with his round cheek squishing your feverish one. “Am I really the best part?”

Your eyes fell closed from his comforting touch, humming in confirmation. “Of course you are. There’s literally no competition.”

A comfortable silence fell over you for a while and Suga assumed you had fallen asleep at some point due to your clogged nose making you snore a little. He appreciated your words and thought about how much he liked being around you, even when you were pouty and snotty and demanded the princess treatment. You’re the love of his life.

However, the peacefulness didn’t last for long. “I want ice cream.”

“You can’t have ice cream when you have a cold,” Suga responded immediately. Let’s just say you had this discussion before.

“Fine. Brownies then.”

“Brownies it is.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, princess.”

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[stellar-haikyuu]

no regrets ☆ sugawara koushi x reader

synopsis: before their third year starts, an evening walk changes everything between reader and their best friend, koushi. details: fluff, opposites attract, childhood friends to lovers, first kiss, ~1.7k words, gn! reader. requested by @liquidcatt as part of my karasuno writing event warnings: none! just repetitive use of the title and idk how to write kissing yet LOL

One week before your third and final year of high school, you realize that you’ll soon be experiencing multiple “lasts” before a new chapter of your life begins.

Now, you don't normally care about these things, but you can’t help it when Koushi calls you that evening.

Apparently, he made an impulsive decision to go on a walk, and he now wants your company.

You groan at him through the phone and he laughs. Of course, he knows there’s no real anger behind it. He’s the only person in the world you would drop everything for without a second thought.

“I’m sor-” he tries, but you hang up on him, cutting off his “apology.” Huffing with amusement, you rummage through your closet for something that would keep you warm.

After pulling on a sweater, you let your parents know you’re heading out. They barely glance up from the television before nodding in acknowledgment. It’s been years since they decided that hangouts with your best friend no longer warrant further questions.

The cold wind greets you as you step outside. You shiver a little, but you slowly adjust to the temperature as you wait for Koushi. 

After a few minutes, you hear the sound of footsteps against the pavement. They stop right outside your gate, and you can see the telltale tuft of gray hair peeking out from behind.

“Koushi.” You greet him with an air of nonchalance as you open the gate. 

Your tone has always been a little flat—an unintentional habit of yours. You don’t have it in you to amp up the energy like everyone else does, but your friend has never minded it, even when he is the very definition of sunshine and chaos.

“Heh,” he chuckles sheepishly. “Hope you weren’t too busy.”

You half-heartedly glare at him, which makes him ruffle your hair. In response, you swat his hand away and try to smooth down the mess he’s made.

“You’re just lucky I was bored out of my mind,” you mutter, stepping out onto the sidewalk, and letting the gate shut behind you.

“This is the hundredth time I’ve been lucky.” He raises an eyebrow. “Maybe you do like me after all,” he teases.

Your stomach does a flip. 

Is he onto me?

“Sh-shut up!” You stammer, elbowing him in the side. 

“Ow!” He yelps, clutching at his ribs as if you’ve stabbed him. “Hey, I’ve got volleyball practice soon, don’t give me an injury.”

“You’ll be fine.” You roll your eyes at his theatrics, watching as he rubs his side in an attempt to soothe the pain. As he pouts and mumbles something under his breath, you brave a quick look at him.

He’s wearing that adorable blue scarf again—well, it’s yours, actually. You lent it to him in first year when he forgot his scarf on a chilly evening. For some reason, you insisted that he keep it, and now he wears it all the time with no fail. 

(His reasoning? “Maybe you’ll miss your blue scarf, so I’m just going to wear it every time we walk together.”

You remember staring at him in disbelief, but internally, you were maybe five seconds away from passing out.)

“Agh. Gosh, why didn’t you go for martial arts or something,” Koushi’s voice snaps you out of your reverie.

“I don’t have that kind of energy.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Besides, I’m sure you wouldn’t want my punches to hurt even more.”

“Fair point,” he concedes with a laugh.

The two of you lapse into a comfortable silence, making the sound of leaves rustling much louder. When you glance at Koushi, his expression has shifted. He looks thoughtful, his gaze fixed ahead but distant, as though he’s turning something over in his mind.

“Why’d you call me out here?” You ask.

“Hm? It’s just…” Koushi hesitates for a moment, his voice softening. “We’re almost done with high school.”

The reality of his words hit you. “We are. But hey, I’m a year closer to my librarian dreams.”

“Ha. You’ve never really changed your mind, huh?”

“Nope.” You shake your head, popping the ‘p’ sound. “How about you, still wanna be a teacher?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “Dead set on it now, actually.”

“Good,” you say firmly. “You better keep your promise to apply to the same school. Don’t leave me to fend for myself in college or at work.”

“You’re not going to die, gosh,” Koushi laughs, shaking his head. “What are you going to do when strangers come up to you in the library to ask about different things?”

“That’s a problem for future me.” You scrunch your nose. Unfortunately, no job is exactly the way you want it to be.

“We’ll cross the bridge when we get there. But now, there’s one more year ahead of us,” he sighs.

“Yeah.” You tilt your head, brows furrowing slightly. “Is there something wrong?”

“Not really…” He trails off. “I just…I’ve been thinking a lot about how these months will be full of last chances.”

Last chances?

“I guess I couldn’t help but worry about how I need to make every moment count. I don’t want to waste opportunities.”

Oh.

Koushi stops walking for a moment and turns to you. “Am I making any sense?”

You study his expression. The faint lines of uncertainty on his face say enough. “You are. What brought this on?”

“It’s the volleyball team.” He confesses, his gaze flickering downward as he stuffs his hands in his pockets. “I still want to stay. I still want to go to Nationals. I know that we may not be the best in the prefecture, but…it’s not stupid to hope, right?”

For a few seconds, you think about it. You’re no stranger to hoping for good things, even when it seems impossible. 

You spent your childhood hoping for a best friend, even though most kids never wanted to approach you. Yet, here you are, years later. 

(Now, you’re just holding onto the hope that your feelings for him will be returned.)

“No, Koushi. It’s not stupid,” you reply, despite the subtle ache in your chest.

“Thanks.” His eyes brighten at your response, and you can’t help but let a small grin form on your face.

That’s my dreamer.

You recall how painful it was to see him realize that Karasuno was no longer the powerhouse he imagined. But, the fact that he hasn’t thought of giving up once is a testament to his true strength.

“Well, I just hope we’re lucky enough to get some more first-years.” A puff of steam leaves his mouth. “And I hope Asahi and Nishinoya come back as soon as possible.”

His voice falters slightly at the mention of his teammates. You instinctively reach out to take his hand in quiet support. That incident had upset him more than he let on.

“But no matter what happens, I’ll work hard,” he continues with conviction. “I want to finish this year with no regrets.”

“No regrets,” you echo his words in affirmation. Your heart hammers in your chest.

Should I do it?

“Hey, are you okay?”

What if this is my last chance?

“You’ve been staring for a while.”

What if someone else takes this moment from me?

“Hey.”

Do it. Come on.

“You’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

No regrets.

“Koushi?”

“Oh, there! Thank goodness. What happened?” His voice sharpens in concern.

You close your eyes, willing yourself not to chicken out.

“No regrets,” you murmur to yourself.

He blinks at you, taken aback by your cryptic behavior. “Um, yes, that’s what I said.”

“I wanna do that too,” you admit with a steady tone.

“That’s…good?” he replies, but the confusion turns his statement into a question.

“So, to start the year off strong…” You let go of your grip on his hands and take a step forward, closing the gap between the two of you.

“Koushi.” You look away momentarily, trying to find the words. “I don’t know when I started feeling this way, but…” 

You force yourself to meet his gaze, and you reach a hand out to tug on his scarf, bringing him closer to you.

Your faces are mere inches apart now; you can feel his warm breath on your face. The fact that he doesn’t protest or pull away gives you the confidence to continue.

“I like you,” you whisper. “Can I kiss you?”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, his lips crash into yours. You’re frozen, stunned by the fact that Koushi reciprocated. 

This is actually happening.

He’s kissing me.

One of his hands finds its way to the base of your neck, while the other wraps securely around your waist. His touch is gentle but grounding. It’s almost like he’s afraid to let you go.

You can’t take it anymore. 

The longing you’ve kept bottled inside for years finally explodes.

Releasing your grip on his scarf, you move your hands to the base of his neck instead, pulling him down a bit more. The height difference sends a quiet thrill through your body, leaving you giddy.

You part for a moment to gasp for air, but your lips find each other again. They seem to slot together perfectly, you think, as though you were made for each other.

You sigh at the feeling of shared warmth between your bodies, a stark contrast to the nighttime climate. Carding your fingers through his soft hair, you think about how much you’ve dreamed of spending the rest of your life with him.

No one understands you the way Koushi does. No one gets you like he does. Even when people questioned your friendship dynamics, you both found ways to defy the odds. The realization nearly makes you cry in the middle of this romantic moment, but there’s no way you’re letting Koushi use that against you.

As much as you want this kiss to stretch into eternity, your lungs are starting to burn. Reluctantly, you pull away once more, but this time, your chest is filled with something like peace and contentment.

Koushi rests his forehead against yours as you both catch your breath. He giggles with pure joy. “So, no regrets? I totally don’t have any.”

There may be last chances, but also hopeful beginnings.

“Yeah, me too. No regrets.”

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[cherrysurf]

“gentleman”

ushijima, akaashi, osamu, kageyama, daichi, semi, suga, iwaizumi, kuroo, tsukishima, kita

“got love struck when straight to my head,got love sick all over my bed,love to think you’ll never forget. Will pay the price i guess….in a world of boys he’s a gentleman”

You came back from a lovely girls night because clearly one or two more shots and you would’ve blacked out, you reek of alcohol and all you want to do is be with your boyfriend, after getting dropped off to your house by your friend and her boyfriend, your boyfriend is there waiting for you your bath prepared, food for after and your night clothes all set up. Truth be told he does this because he knows how much you do for him and he respects you and praises the ground you walk on. As you greet him with a sloppy kiss and clinging to him like a koala he swiftly picks you up and asks you about your night out as you go on a rant he takes you to the bath and washes your hair for you scrubs your back and gets you all cleaned up just enjoying this moment even if your on a rant he likes knowing he gets to see and be with you during all your moments vulnerable or not. As he takes you to your shared bed room to help you get dressed you can’t help but laugh finding it so cute that your boyfriend is taking care of you, Then he takes you to the kitchen where there is a nice cozy meal ready for you. Soon after you both head to bed, as your laying there ready for bed because your head can’t stop spinning you can feel the food coming back up, he can notice this luckily he assumed this would’ve happened especially after knowing you for so long he grabs the mini trash bucket he had at his sides and puts it right by you just as you were about to vomit on the bed. You start to cry “i’m so sorry babe i’m sorry you have to see me like this” you say with tears in your eyes, he puts the bucket down on his side once more and consoles you. “hey it’s okay it happens it’s not your fault just next time don’t drink as much promise?” he says in a softy voice “what if we go brush your teeth again and then hangout in the living room, while i make you tea? sounds good?” you nodded in agreement. Even though you are super drunk you can’t help but wonder how greatful you were for such a gentleman. As you two are in the living room cuddling as you’re drifting off to sleep you say softy “i’m so thankful to have a gentleman like you.” and fall asleep with a smile.

[takes1]

kageyama flirting with tall!ace!reader [final part]

lots of volleyball-action in this one. was kind of a palette cleanser for me, i know it's pretty niche but oh well :P

warnings. nsfw-ish at the end, minors DNI

details. fem!reader / tall!reader / pining!kageyama / kageyama is horrible with girls / fluffy + a little angsty / kageyama is intimidating / a pick-up game / very passionate kissing / PDA / making out / ws!reader / kageyama setting for you / oikawa's sister!reader / nervous!kageyama / nishinoya loves you / hinata loves you / 3.8k words

links. my masterlist. more haikyuu. my ao3. requests? part one here.

"We're seriously playing against a girl?" Tsukishima yawned.

He was carelessly glancing around, hands deep in his pockets, as you entered the Karasuno gym with your clingy chauffeur.

Kageyama's nose wrinkled at his assertion. The foul expression on his face as he rolled up his sleeves was about to give way to some even nastier words.

His complaining was completely baseless on the surface. It was a voluntary pick-up game, not a formal practice.

The scheming, calculated look to Kageyama was a more appropriate reasoning for his shitty remarks, not the notion that he had anything against girls, or you.

"With," Daichi corrected with a grin, patting Tsukishima's shoulder with a firmness that expressed more of a, 'Shut the fuck up and be respectful, you brat,' kind of strength.

Kageyama couldn't quite catch Hinata from sprinting away to greet you, once he caught sight of you across the gymnasium floor. The thought to run after him was quickly stifled when you smiled at his presence. It drained all of the courage out of him. He shuddered.

The shorter of the two was convinced you were already best friends, mind a little clouded by something close to infatuation and the notion that you were the coolest player he had ever watched before.

"You okay?" Suga peeked up at him.

He was carefully monitoring Kageyama after he noticed how quiet he was being in the changing room, "You look a little pale."

Thankfully, your brother was only there to drop you off. Toru warned you to be safe -emphasis on safe- and left with a disgusted squint (directed towards the team, inside), unable to stay for the whole game.

You and Hinata were on your way to formally greet them. Kageyama's gaze narrowed at him, already your favorite- he said something, big and animated, to make you laugh.

He crossed his arms, sinking further into their bubble of players, but it did nothing to muffle his nervous shiver. Daichi shouldered him back forward with a smirk. Something like Captain's Intuition told him that their fearless setter wouldn't be so shy for 'no reason.'

Tsukishima snickered, "I think he's nervous."

Hinata took the liberty of introducing you.

"Nice to meet all of you," You greeted Daichi in particular, sparing smaller looks to everyone. "Hello," You said quieter with nod to Kageyama, because you had spoken to him before.

But the guy looked like he wanted to kill you, so you kept your interactions with him short, after that.

Everybody else was incredibly kind and accommodating; they were especially curious about the differences between men's and women's volleyball. The anxiety of your little pickup game became a distant memory thanks to how friendly the team was. They were ecstatic for the chance to play, the opportunity to meet a new person who (reportedly, for most of them) was a good asset, and to all be together.

It was easier to pretend as though you were not a good player until you could back it up. No need to get everybody's hopes up, if you were somehow off your game today.

After all, Hinata did enough bragging for you about what he had seen that weekend at the tournament, leaving the whole team captivated through warming up- how you broke through Date Tech's, "-Lady Iron Wall like WHAM-BUH-BAM-!!"

You laughed under your hand at his recreation.

"She broke some girl's fingers, too," Kageyama tacked on.

Daichi and Azumane shared a startled look. You didn't notice because you were too busy trying to decipher why Kageyama felt so inclined to vouch for you. He avoided your inquisitive stare.

"Got a penalty for the team," You muttered to yourself, "Wasn't worth it--."

Hinata was quick, "How could you say that?!"

"Was she okay?" Azumane asked at the same time.

Kageyama answered for you, "She was fine."

"Ohh, that's good."

Hinata reminded himself of your other skills, getting all caught up in his own excitement:

"You wouldn't have been able to finish out with your serve if that didn't happen!"

You were hardly warming up anything other than your maximum capacity for conversation at this point.

Though the others looked interested in what he meant, you refused to elaborate. You just wanted to play a game. A game free from expectation, for once.

The line-up had you, Kageyama, Daichi, Tsukishima, Azumane, and Ennoshita on the same team. You were playing Hinata, Suga, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Kinoshita, and Yamaguchi.

It was a smooth game for the first five points, each- you didn't call a ball for a long time because you were just trying to get a feel of the team dynamics, keep up with their timing. They had their unique pace, thanks to all the time they spent practicing together.

You were intimidated, too- just a bit. It didn't help that Kageyama wasn't nearly as friendly as your own setter.

It felt like you were playing in a cage for a while, wishing your setter was different, trying to make yourself smaller. Suga seemed much nicer on the other side of the net.

That didn't last for long. Making your presence less than wasn't a strong suit, and despite all the roadblocks, you could never not have a great time playing a game of volleyball.

You were laughing at Hinata's excited celebration at finally getting past Tsukishima's block.

"How'd ya like that, Gumby?!"

Tanaka's laughter was decisively loud- pissing Tsukishima off so bad you could feel the heat radiating off of him.

"Chill out, Hinata!" Suga's soft warning stalled his dancing.

You held your shoulder and swung your arm, trying to get the socket warmer for your turn to serve. You got to your spot and started your little routine. There was no timer, no whistle, but you didn't need it.

"Alriiight!" Somebody called.

Toss, step, step- jump-- WHAM!

It was a point for the team, a very excited, animated team, but it didn't satisfy you. The next one you didn't want to waste on something so easy.

You pointed with conviction, right to Nishinoya. He had been saving impossible balls all-game.

"You better get this up!"

A symphony of giggly 'Ooh's. He geared up to your provocation with a determined shout, the only one who looked genuinely excited about it.

He got it in play after one more successful serve.

Ball in the air, you ran onto court, a little more confident, a little more ready for the challenge. You took your spot with easy pride.

The players around you trusted you more after that- you felt the calmness in the air even as Daichi dug a difficult ball. It got to Kageyama at an awkward angle, but now was better than never.

"I'm open!" You called.

There was no hesitation in his pass. It was a safe set, high and close to the net. You leaped after it.

The ball appeared against your hand so quick, hitting your palm but leaving you with an uncertainty akin to the like of some smoke and mirrors trick. It stole all of the power in your spike. Less than a second's decision left you barely tipping the ball just over Tanaka's hand, as you were already coming down from the height of your jump.

The successful point was secondary. You stared at your palm, where you felt it, standing next to the net.

When you looked at the floor in front of you, through to the other side, you were staring down at Nishinoya. The team behind you was cheering.

"Nice feint!"

You grinned at their enthusiasm, appreciative but not focused on it, as you locked eyes with Kageyama.

He was looking back at you as if you were about to tear into him; guarded and braced up, that little frown he always wore super prominent now. You huffed out a laugh at his endearing, grumpy exterior and closed the distance, watching him grow infinitely more bristly as you put a friendly arm around his back.

"Dude-," Your amusement grew, "The fuck you been holding out on me for?"

His gaze bounced around the authenticity in your eyes, a horrible blush across his neck when you patted his shoulders and took your spot back. The next to serve was up.

He was well aware that he was a great setter, but hearing it from you in such a real, genuine way left him shaking the nerves out. The possibility that, if he somehow kept impressing you with his sets, you might be partial to a date with him, started to take precedence in his mind.

"One more!" You called with your hands clasped behind your head, the little glance you gave him everything.

They got it up, but failed to get the point. It was back to a free ball on your side. Excitement bubbled up inside you as Daichi dug it again, gentle and calculated, right for Kageyama to set.

He had a solid lineup of offense to choose from; you, Asahi, Tsukishima were open for a spike, running towards the net--

Then he called your name. It was there, just for you, something you knew now that you could rely on.

"I got it!" You shouted into what you knew was a good jump, louder because you were faithful he could get it not just where you needed, but where you wanted.

An 'I'll make this one count' kind of inflection in your voice.

It was out of his hands, the contact of the ball from your palm immediately proceeded by the slam of where you sent it- it wasn't the floor- it was against Nishinoya's forearms.

That's where you sent his perfect set?

His head spun to you, in disbelief that your understanding of the game was poor enough to send it to a notoriously good libero.

"Ooh! Nice one, Nishinoya!" You giggled, eyes up towards the ceiling.

His big scowl at the opposing team faltered when he caught your face. Your eyes were glittering, your pretty smile collected and natural on you, despite your ball not 'getting through.'

You were so excited to watch your ball get received, fly back up for a chance to have it count against you. Other than Hinata, he wasn't sure if he knew anyone else so excited to just play the game.

That's right- it was a game. Your smile didn't fade as you postured up for a block right next to him. Just a game.

Hinata sprung up like a ball himself-

"One, two--," Kageyama counted and you followed blindly.

A total shutdown- Hinata wasn't expecting you to jump as high as Kageyama.

When he hit towards your half of the block, and you stretched that curve down, the ball caught between the little freak and the net.

You landed, bumped into Kageyama, laughing, at how fun this whole game was. The block was a more rewarding end to the rally than just nailing one on the floor.

"Hell ye- ha-haha!" Your arm was back around his shoulders, holding onto him to catch your balance; you pointed down to Hinata, "Try harder, shorty!"

Kageyama squeezed you back, almost necessary- but not really. He tore his eyes off of you to find himself giggling at Hinata's expression.

The rest of the game was one of the most enjoyable he had in a long time, even though your team lost. It was arguably your fault, since you kept throwing your impressive spikes and serves down the toilet by sending them all to Nishinoya. You just wanted to watch him dig them all.

And the poor guy looked rough by the end of it. He didn't waste a minute to approach you when everyone agreed to call it after the formal 2-1.

"Can I-," He took a second to gulp down half of his water bottle, hand on his hip.

Even the way he stood normally was wide, like he was ready to bump a ball anytime.

"Can I give you a hug?"

Of course, you didn't know him, but you didn't see anything wrong with it, so you chuckled and held an arm out for a little side hug. It was more than you bargained for.

His reaction was so quick that it felt like you got punched in the boob, "Oh!"

Both of his arms locked around you, the front of his face stuffed in your chest, the strength of his embrace making it hard to breathe, as if it was some wrestling move.

Your hands were featherlight and hesitant on his shoulders, but he took it as an okay to clutch you harder. You gritted your teeth.

Daichi was quick to your rescue, spurring more members to look, apologizing profusely.

"Woah! Noya, stop that!"

You squeaked out, "He's crushing me," with a pained gasp.

Kageyama set his own bottle down on the floor, expression deadly as he joined Suga in prying him off. It took multiple sets of hands to wrench him away, but even then, it was because he decided to let go.

It looked like he was coming out of an out-of-body experience.

You rubbed your sore sides, unable to stay mad when they clarified he was just excitable like that. Physical touch was not discriminatory with him.

Neither was it with you, so your agitation let up almost as quick as his grip.

Though that intensity may have faded for you, Kageyama kept on a complete edge. His harsh glare knew no limits, even with a more senior member of his own team.

Nishinoya explained himself later-- he begged you to shave your head, join the team, and wanted you to come by the park to let him serve receive with you 'forever.' It confirmed that there was no malintent, at least.

You thanked Daichi for the enthusiasm and the chance to play with such skilled players- he quickly reassured you there was no need to thank him, that the team usually jumped at the chance for extra practice.

You took him up on the offer to use the girls' locker room to change. You were wiping your sweat off with a hand towel from your duffle bag, rifling through the clothes you changed out of.

The game ended earlier than you thought, so you'd have a while waiting for Toru to come you up. You headed down the stairs on the outside of the gym.

"Are you okay?"

Kageyama was lingering around for you. His eyes dropped to your waist, readied with any excuse to do it, while you adjusted your bag.

"Totally," You smiled.

Now he could see the resemblance. That smiley demeanor, most would take it for granted- but he had grown to resent it for so long in your brother, a subtle thing to notice and hate every time. You were starting to smooth his contempt with fondness.

Your fingers ghosted over your side- he followed, lost in the curve like a hopeless puppy, "Thanks for helping."

It reminded you.

"Shit, thanks for setting to me!"

His eyes flickered back to your face and you grew a little warm at the gesture. It felt like you were trying so hard to keep it friendly and open- he was so obvious that it was painful.

He muttered, real quiet, "Thanks for hitting all of them."

Your intention wasn't to ignore his crush, but you were surprised he hadn't asked you out yet.

The two of you put more distance between you and the gym, changed, dry for the most part. It was dusk. The campus was empty.

Kageyama stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Is... your brother picking you up?"

You nodded, "Mhm, he'll be at the front of the school in 30 minutes."

He decided his hands were too sweaty for that and took them back out, rubbing them against his clothes.

It was adorable. His hands were clammy.

"Caaan you walk me?" You leaned, craning your head in a curious way to look at him, since he kept avoiding your eyes, "I don't know this campus."

He didn't want to look too enthusiastic, so he came across a little too careless. A tiny nod, a small, tight frown.

It became a quiet walk, fast.

"You're a very talented player." You smiled to yourself, only sparing a glance to Kageyama's strained face.

If he wouldn't make a move on you on his own, you supposed you should try poking the bear a little until he stirred.

"You are, too."

It was quiet again, but he looked like he wanted to say something, so you let it die for a minute.

"You--," He started, getting red the moment he opened his mouth, "You can read the game so well. I feel like that's rare with wing spikers. At- at least on my team. I-," He sighed, losing his breath for a moment, "Have to deal with so many idiots, it was nice knowing you could follow through, even if I fucked it up."

You squirmed at his high praise. He kept going when he saw you liked it.

"You don't run away when things get hard, either. I like our Ace a lot, don't get me wrong. Azumane is a great person," He rubbed his neck, "But- he can get intimidated. It tires me out, sometimes. You were sending them to get received."

"When I watched you at the Tournament, I thought you were just smart," He was looking at you fully, now, "But now, I know that you're fearless."

A shiver ran down your spine at his legitimacy.

You stopped at what looked like the front of the main office building. There was nothing to do but face him- it was difficult, and awkward, but you did it.

"Thank you. That... means a lot, coming from you."

It took a lot of courage to smile at him. His gaze softened at how pretty it look on you, just a little, but soon grew distracted at a quiet, rumbly noise.

That was your brother's car in the distance. You hastily checked your watch.

"What's wrong?"

You rubbed your face. Everything was falling apart, "Ugh! He's here so early!"

The pressure of time did nothing but make his mind race faster. He couldn't get a single thought together when all he could think about was that you had less than a minute to make something count. Talking to you was much harder than playing a game with you.

"I had a lot of fun today," You tried to open it back up, give him a way to make some sort of suggestion to hang out again.

"Yeah. It was nice."

He trailed, closed off at the unwanted sound of Toru's expensive car rumbling around the corner.

You frowned at the missed opportunity.

Where was all the personality you saw before? Did you come off too strong? Was he actually not interested? Or worse-- was he interested and lost it after he watched you play? Did he only like you as a fellow athlete now?

It wouldn't be the first time you scared a guy off because of that.

There was no time left to save it, let alone ponder as to why. Toru pulled up right next to you, window down, prepared to heckle.

And heckle he did: "Get loossst, you disgusting swine!"

"Relax, dumbass," You scrunched your face up at his eye roll.

One last, much softer look to Kageyama. How many hours had you spent with him? Surely enough for him to come up with something. You would take the bare minimum at this point.

"I'll-," He glanced to Toru, freezing up, "See ya around."

See ya around?

Your fists tightened by your sides. You kept what you wanted to say to yourself- if he didn't want to say it, you couldn't force him.

"Yeah," You muttered, eyes at the concrete, "See ya."

It was a good game, anyway.

You tossed your bag in the backseat, hand on the door as you threw him one last look. There was a broody, messy anger all over him.

You slumped into the passenger seat and shut the door. Toru locked it right away.

"You got everything?"

Even he could see the disappointment on your face. You didn't respond. He figured he'd ask you about it later, when you were home, and put it in drive.

"Wait!"

He slammed on the brake. His face was nothing short of livid.

"I forgot something," You mumbled, quickly unbuckling-- manually unlocking your door-- scrambling out of the car-- slamming it shut-- quickly rounding the vehicle to close the distance and get right up in Kageyama's face.

You gripped him hard by the collar. All of it was so quick and violent that his hands flew to grip your forearm, shoes scraping loud against the concrete.

The thought to say something occurred to you, but nothing was effective enough. Your eyes searched him, and found what you were looking for deep past his seized up, mean and confused features.

Your lips crashed against his, stealing the kiss you were well-owed.

It only took a brief moment for him to realize this was not a fight, to relax against you, to start kissing you back with the same ardent mixture of relief and frustration that couldn't be verbalized.

"Mm-h," He groaned against your lips.

Your bodies were firm and pressed hard against each other. There was absolutely no space between you.

His hands were finding the sides of your face, the back of your neck, then down to your waist, flitting over your hips.

"What the fuck?!" Toru screamed. He could not believe the sight in his rear view mirror.

You moaned right back and pulled a hand around the back of his head, the other releasing his collar to grip his broad shoulders from behind.

The kiss was supposed to be short, but he dragged it out as a heartfelt thank you. He wasn't good with his words, but he made up for it in tongue.

The car door was slamming shut.

You pulled away, a string of spit connecting you for a second, breath hot and heavy.

Kageyama was gone. You barely caught his blown out pupils, the plea for more in his face, before his glossy lips were falling right against yours again in a desperate attempt to keep you here in this moment.

Footsteps stomping up behind you-- you shoved him off for his own safety.

Toru yanked you back by the wrist, then kept you at bay with a stiff arm.

"Don't you ever-- EVER! Touch her again!"

The high of such a raunchy, impulsive kiss left you laughing at Toru's panic.

"You should run," You chuckled.

He went after him the moment he shot off into the courtyard- Kageyama was wiping his mouth with his forearm as he made some impressive distance between them.

"Call me!" He waved to you.

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day sixteen ⭑ koshi sugawara ⭑ teacher x teaching assistant ! reader

tw : suggestive! flirting, age gap and slight objectification.

it's true what they say about working with children: they keep you young.

over a decade of elementary school teaching had flown by, and sugawara was still working hard at the same school he started out in, meaning he was now considered a senior member of faculty.

not due to his age — after all, he was only thirty-seven — but because he had been employed by the school for a long period of time, not to mention the time and dedication he has put into his role as a teacher, and the countless other duties he had undertaken: school-trip chaperone, choir director, private tutor — just to name a few.

so now that he was regarded as a beloved and respected member of staff, the school board and principle teachers would afford him certain privileges that the younger staff had yet to earn. such as a nice, big parking spot closest to the school; an endless supply of dry-erase markers; extra pto and most importantly, a teaching assistant for his classroom.

although, he wasn't involved in the hiring process, he was told that the school board would do that on his behalf, which annoyed him as he worried that he'd be stuck with some recent graduate who is absolutely clueless while simultaneously desperate to please everyone at all costs.

and you were exactly that. but at least you were pretty.

despite your inexperience, it was still helpful to have an extra pair of hands around the classroom. and it didn't take you long to find the ropes, so around a month after joining, sugawara was able to leave you to lead a whole lesson while he worked on the student's tracking reports.

the children had tided up and were sat at there desks, talking amongst themselves while you kept a close eye on the time. soon enough, the bell rang and you dismissed the class, waving them all goodbye and reminding them about their homework before they all loudly scampered to the exit.

once they all left, you heave a deep sigh into the uneasy silence of the room, slowly beginning to recover from how overwhelming that lesson was. you had been doing festive fingerpaiting art today, and of course they were all extremely excited about it.

you managed to get them to wash all the palletes, brushes and paint cups they used, but the mess they left of the tables was in need of cleaning. you collect a blue roll and spray from the counter, then start to wiping down all the tables. thankfully the paints came off quite easily, so it didn't require any rigorous scrubbing — unlike the play-doh incident.

the tables were designed for elementary school students, meaning they were quite small, hence you had to bend over to properly rub the entire surface. meanwhile, sugawara feigned focus on his reports, while secretly admiring the view of you in that cute skirt. it wasn't short or anything, but it did hug you in all the right places, and your curves were only accentuated when you were bent over like that.

"how did i do, mr sugawara?" you ask, sweetly, still carrying the spray and roll from table to table.

"hm?" he perks up, pretending as though his attention was suddenly redirected from his work, "oh, your lesson? i think you did an amazing job; the kids really seem to like you."

you spin around on your heels to look at him with starry eyes, "really?"

"yeah. you're so kind and patient with them. you also explain the tasks very clearly." he chuckles, standing up from his chair while stretching his arm over his chest, "you're the perfect teacher for them. really putting me to shame here."

he chuckles at his final playful comment, while your eyes are verging on tears from the endless praise from your mentor and work crush. "thank you so much, but i'm only good at my job because you've helped me improve so much. i'm super grateful for this position as your teaching assistant." you speak, the volume of your voice quickly fluctuating with each sentence.

sugawara just finds you so adorable: how you fidget with your hands when you're nervous, your cute nose scrunch, and how it seems as though you can never hold eye-contact with him for more than three seconds. "i think you're giving me a bit too much credit." sugawara laughs awkwardly, picking up his work satchel and slinging it over his shoulder, then slowly sauntering towards you.

your voice shook with each step he took closer, your heart rate elevating in parallel, "i just wanted to let you know how much this job means to me, mr sugawara. it's such an honour to work with you." admittedly, perhaps you were being a bit dramatic for a teaching assistant gig — it's not like he was your karate sensei — but the words flooded out of your mouth before you had the opperunity to think.

he walked until he was stood directly in front of you, painfully close. his face was mere inches away from yours, and all you could do was stare aghast into his honey brown eyes, half-covered by his hooded lids, "huh, aren't you just the sweetest angel?" he says, sugar-glazed voice ringing through your ears like a chorus of bells. his hand reaches up to your face, his thumb lightly grazes your cheek then wanders down to ghost over your lips — and his eyes follow.

then, his fingers dips under your hair and push the strands behind your ear, flashing you a charming smile, "and you don't have to call me mr sugawara; kōshi is fine."

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WILD YOUTH

:･ INFORMATION 

pairing : teacher! k. sugawara + f! teacher! reader content/CWs : hybrid series, basically a self insert sorry but I swear it's good, very human emotions  status : inconsistant uploads  taglist : open send an ask! 

:･ EXTRAS

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:･ TABLE OF CONTENTS

                                                          OH, WON'T YOU KISS ME ON THE MOUTH

introduction : fifth grade team

prologue : friday 

one : trash can

        AND LOVE ME LIKE A SAILOR ?

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funeral

funeral

Y/N walked slowly to the door, her black ballerina flats clicking agaist the wood of her apartment. The room was crowded and stuffy, filled with tense tears and distant family Y/N hadn’t seen since she was little. She didn’t have the heart to tell them to leave. She got them drinks and food, and made sure they were properly accommodated.

The funeral was 2 hours ago, and she wore a little black dress, that she had to buy because she never needed one before, and she put on her black ballerina flats that she never wore, because the back of the heel dug into her ankle, and put on makeup because she wanted to look nice in photographs, and thought the makeup would give her a good excuse not to cry, and went to her mothers funeral, where they burned her body and she was sent back home with a little box of her bones to put on the mantle.

She pulled open the door, without looking through the people hole surprised to see her team, she lifted her eyebrows at the group, all dressed in black suits. Suga standing at the front with a bouquet of white flowers. None of them were smiling which was strange for the team, usually smiling and rambunctious, the distraut mood from the inside of the house, seemed to infect them. Even Nishinoya, who she had never seem in a bad mood more than a handful of times, seemed to be somber.

“ What are you doing here?” She asked softly.

She hadn’t told them what happened. She found out her mom died a week ago, and it wasn’t until she received her little box of bones that she internalized it. She had been so concerned with relatives, and planning the funeral services she never stopped to realize that her mom was dead. It was so sudden and unexpected, just one day she was here and the next she was gone. She got the call Monday at noon, her mom was hit by a car on her way to lunch and died en route to the hospital. She left school early on Monday, lied to the team, and said she was sick, and the team hadn’t heard from her since.

When the team first heard, they assumed it was a minor flu, they sent her well wishes but by Wednesday they hadn’t heard from her, and her absence was noticeable at practice. She was their photographer but took on some assistant managerial roles to assist Kiyoko. And on Thursday Suga made a desperate plea to Takeda who let it slip that Y/N was skipping school to handle funeral preparations, and the wake would be held Friday afternoon, and the funeral would be held Saturday morning.

“ Did Takeda tell you?”

Suga nodded and licked his lips, he offered her the vase of flowers, which she accepted with a vague bow. It then struck her with how rude she was being, she hadn’t said thank you or bothered to invite them in. She stepped to the side and opened her arm motioning them in. The room was crowded with extended family that she hadn’t seen in years.

“ Can I get you anything? Water?” she asked.

Suga sadly shook her head, she looked so small and fragile in the large bustling room. The lights made the purple hues under her skin stand out under her eyes. She looked remarkably thin in her dress, it seemed to swallow her whole.

“ No,” he said quietly. He looked around, the house was sparkling clean, and the various guest seemed well cared for. He watched as Y/N stood awkwardly in the center of her room, chewing at her lip. Someone called her name, and an empty glass of water shot in the air, Y/N nodded and disappeared in a small crowd of relatives to refill the water.

Y/N only had her mom, her dad left when she was a toddler, and no siblings. All her grandparents were dead, and her aunts and uncles she rarely if ever saw. She planned the whole funeral service by herself, and was presuably caring for all the guest afterwords despite her grief.

She returned about a minute later and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. It must have fallen from her updo while she was bustling through the crowd.

“ Can I offer you guys a seat?” she said, motioning to the vaguely empty couch.

Suga watched her, the way she subtly shook and shifted despite her stance. She seemed to sway slightly, and despite her smile, she looked like she was on the verge of collapse. She looked thinner, she had only managed to eat scraps since Monday, too caught up in funeral preperations to prepare a proper meal for herself. And her home was so costanlt crowded with guest, she could hardly have the space to breathe.

“ Y/N,” he said softly. He slowly moved towards her, and let his hand graze the small of her back.

It was no secret that Y/N and Suga had something together. To anyone it was obvious that they were clearly more than friends, though nobody seemed to know how to label it. It was love at first sight, at least for him, he saw her in the hall, hunched over her plate fighting her friends for food, and knew that was a girl he wanted to know. They seemed to talk in a language that they could only understand.

He gently guided her to the couch, and her knees pratically gave way underneath her. She had skipped breakfast to take care of her younger cousins and hadn’t thought of sipping water since Friday morning. Her head was starting to ache from the low buzz in the room, and she wanted nothing more than to clean. She folded her hands in her lap and crossed her ankles, looking straight at the wall.

“ You should leave,” she squeaked, “ you guys should be practicing,” they had regionals coming up, and the last thing they needed was distractions. It was very important to the team that they make it to nationals. Especially the 3rd years, it was their last chance.

Suga didn’t respond, just sat down next to her and pressed his forhead into his jaw. He placed his hand on the back of her neck and his other hand on top of his. She felt so cold, and he felt warm. He didn’t speak for a moment, just let her soak up the warmth that he gave her. She sniffed wetly and chewed on her lip.

“ I’m so sorry,” he whispered, “ I am so sorry for your loss.”

“ Thank you,” she squeaked.

“ You did everything by yourself huh?” he asked. Y/N nodded. 

“ It was just me and mom, and now it’s just me,” she squeaked, “ I did everything, I took care of everything,  the funeral and I took care of everyone,” she said.

Her mom was all she had, and now her mom was gone, and she was completely alone.

“ Have you had any food or water?” he asked quietly. He took her lack of response as a no.

Yamaguchi, who stood in the back volunteered to go get a glass, nodding at Suga as he listened to the complex water instructions. She liked her water a specific way, she hated bottled water and preferred it from the sink. But she always put a little salt in the water because it  tasted better and it generally made her feel more hydrated. She didn’t like ice in most of her drinks because it watered down most of her soda’s and she hated the way cold water felt when it went down her throat. But she liked to chew on ice cubes because she was anemic, so Yamaguchi returned with a glass of water, and a cup of ice.

She took the cup of ice and fished out a ice cube from the cup, and placed it in her mouth, chewing it until it melted enough for her to swallow.

He moved his lips to kiss the side of her face, something he did all the time, but never with as much tenderness and softness as he did before. His hand on the back of her neck genlt massasaged the area, and he squeezed the hand in her lap.

“ I am so proud of you for being so strong, and taking care of everyone,” he said. “ But you don’t have to do that now, let me take care of you,” he spoke softly.

Even under the best circumstances, Y/N was stubborn and especially resistant to help. She didn’t like asking, so she didn’t, and if offered she said no about a dozen times before she accepted it begrudgingly. All her needs often fell to the wayside, and she helped other people before herself.

“ I bought a new dress,” she said quietly. She usually wouldn’t wear a dress like this, but she picked it out because she thought her mother would have liked it. “ My mom would have thought it was pretty.”

“ I think you look beautiful,” he whispered, he kissed her again, and the sensation of her lips brought her vaguely from her trance. “ Tell me what you need?”

She let out a wet sniff, she wanted to be alone, but she was trapped in a cramped apartment, full of people she was sure her mother only talked to when someone died. She was stuck catering to their emotions, taking care of them of them, and bringing them food and water. Listening to people talk about her mom, people who barely knew her.

“ I want everyone to leave,” she said quietly. “I invited them because they’re family, but I hardly know them, and I’ve had to take care of them, but I told them they could stay until 4, but I'm tired and my head hurts and can hardly breathe,” she said, her voice was growing panicked.

He looked at the clock, it was 3:50 and no one showed any signs of leaving. A good number of them were vaguely drunk and those who weren’t seemed to be comfortable. He moved his hand to the small of her back, and rubbed in circles.

“ Okay, so how does it sound if we help people get going and then we take you to that ramen place on the corner, the one we went to last week, and we can get you some food, and maybe go on a walk in the park, with all those pretty flowers and trees and get you some fresh air, that’ll make you feel a little better, and then we can go from there?”

Y/N liked the sound of that, she couldn’t remember the last time she went outside and appreciated the beauty in things, and still couldn’t stop smelling formaldehyde, from the wake. She wasn’t hungry, but felt a sinking hollowness in the bottom of her stomach.

The team watched on in abject confusion. They had never seen Y/N so close to the brink of falling apart, she always seemed so sure of herself and confident, and so ontop of things. Making sure everyone was so hydrated and feed, and now they just watched as she barely hung on, so small and fragile. The way her skin stretched over her features.

Suga, took the glass of now melted ice and handed it to Tadashi, and traded it for the glass of water. “Why don’t you drink a few sips, and we’ll start helping people leave.”

She took a small sip, and Suga kissed her on the cheek before turning to the team, who was waiting paitently for instructions. The team then split off, going around the room, pilotely helping them to the door with ease. Soon the room was clear, but the air smelt stale, and was filled with a static silence.

The silence seemed to ease Y/N, though she couldn’t get past the subtle stench of sweat and staleness. She stood suddenly and looked around the apartment, “ I have to clean,” she said suddenly.

And walked to the kitchen, her little black ballerina flats clicked across the apartment until she got to a cupboard and pulled out a broom, and began to swep up the dust diligently. She picked up the little plastic cups and put them in a plastic bag.

“ Y/N maybe you should-” Dachi started, he was gonna tell her to sit down, that they would clean the mess later.

Suga silenced him by raising his hand, and the group all watched miserably as Y/N did her chores. She moved robotically from one task to the neck. She swept the floors, and got rid of the plastic cups, mopped the floors and dusted. She then moved to the kitchen, and began washing the dishes, rolling up her sleeves so water wouldn’t grt on her new dress. 

She polished the silverware, and her moms crystal set and but them away. She then dug through the cabinet, pulled out a large yellow picture, and rather strangely began to make a large container of lemonade, only looking up to ask if they wanted ice in their drink or not.

She took the pitcher of lemonade and placed it on the table in the living room before walking to the doorway, stepping out of her shoes and into a pair of slippers and walked across the room back to the kitchen and bounced on her toes.

“ Are you guys hungry, can I make you something to eat.”

Suga patted the seat next to him and slowly shook his head. Y/N stalked to the sofa and sank down slowly next to him. She looked around the apartment, the it was clean, nothing left to obsissivley wipe down or meticulously sweep. She let her lip form into a pout, and he put a comforting hand on her lower stomach, and she fell apart.

She let out a violet sob that shook her entire her entire body, and sunk into a ball with a loud and painful sounding wail. Suga couldn’t do much in the way of comfort, nothing he said was going to solve her problem. He couldn’t give her what she really wanted. He couldn’t make her mom any less dead. He could only pffer her support now that she was gone.

“ Oh honey,” he whispered, he brought his hands to her scalp and massaged it lightly. “ Let it all out.”

It struck her then, that she hadn’t cried yet. She didn’t cry when she found out, or in the days after. Didn’t cry at all, just buried herself in funeral preperations, and making sure everything was sparkling and clean because her mother liked it that way. And now with nothing left to clean, it all hit her like a truck, and left her in pieces.

“ I miss my mom,” she said through broken sobs. 

“ I know, I know,” he said soothingly. He motioned for the rest of the team to sit, and they all sat where they stood. Most of them looked uncomfortable, but the 3rd years looked like they were barely keeping away tears.

She cried for a while, until her sobs sounded like wheezing and it hurt her chest to breathe. Her eyes went dry and her face was puffy and her vision was blurred. She sat up, and untucked herself, letting her feet fall flat on the ground.

She then realized how embarrassed she should have been. She fell into hysterics infront of her friends, and most of them looked at her vaguely horrified. She knew her makeup was all smeared and her dress was wet with tears, and her face felt all hot with embarrassment. She wiped her face using the back of her hand, and wiped the snot from her nostrils on the sleeve of her dress.

“ I’m sorry,” she said, “ I’m sorry you have to see me like this, I’m a mess,” she sqeaked.

“ It’s okay,” he said.

“ I don’t know what to do?” she said. She didn’t know how to move on without her mom. She was 18 now, so she wouldn’t go into foster care. She would be finically fine after she graduated because the apartment was paid off and her mother had a fairly extensive savings account. Not to mention Y/N had quite a bit of pocket change from the photography we did on the side. She would be fine until she graduated highschool in a few months,  and then college soon after.

She would be fine, but couldn't quite comprehend her moms absence. She was alone now, her only family was gone. She couldn’t comprehend that she wouldn’t be there anymore. No parents to visit her at parents weekend, nobody to stand for her at graduation. She would get home from school to an empty apartment, her mom wouldn’t be there for food or comfort or when she needed her mom. And she really needed her mom.

“ Why don’t we sit here for a bit,” he said. 

Suga knew her, he knew her well. She was kind and gentle and cared so deeply for others she sometimes forgot to care for herself. She was a good photographer because she spent so much time looking for the beauty in others. He knew that she would not let herself grieve, because she typically ignored all the bad feelings and hoped they would go away. 

“ We can sit here for a bit, and you can feel all your feelings, then you can change into something more comfortable, and we can get you some food, does that sound okay?”

Y/N nodded, and let her head fall to his shoulder, she used her sleeve to wipe at her face, and cried a bit. It was no longer pained sobs and wheezing, but tears falling freely down her face with an occasional sniffle. After about 45 minutes she sat upright.

“ I think I’m hungry,” she said softly.

Suga nodded and helped her stand, and watch as she disappeared in her room. His face fell to a frown. She waddled around the corner moments later wearing sweatpants and a oversized t-shirt. She wiped the smears of makeup off, and took down her precarious updo and let it fall to her shoulders.

They walked with her to dinner, and watched her poke at a bowl of ramen before eating a handful of bites, and trailed behind Suga and Y/N as they walked in the park. The pretty one with all the flowers and trees, he took her hand, and it all seemed right, and the fresh air and food seemed to make her a bit better. She still looked horribly sad, but no longer had an era of hopelessness. Suga hadn’t managed to coax a smile from her, but she looked rather lively all things considered.

[cretenu]

"I LOVE YOU!" ft. suga and kenma

content: when they said "i love you" for the first time! sugawara x gn! reader, kenma x gn! reader

warnings: none! just fluff :>

notes: i love these boys so much :( this is my first time writing suga and kenma and it was honestly really fun! i hope you enjoy it! <3

soundtrack: first day of my life - bright eyes

koushi sugawara loves every part of you. it might take months before he says it out loud, but lord has he been thinking it. it started with him catching himself saying the phrase in his head at little things you would do. you bought him his favorite food? "i love you" in his head. you tripped and fell, laughing it off while blushing from embarrassment? "i love you" in his head. you listened intently while he talked to you in detail about the most obscure subjects? "i love you" in his head. he actually didn't mean to say it out loud the day it happened. you guys had been dating for some time. the two of you were playing volleyball together, aimlessly passing the ball back and forth. you were rambling to him about a random topic-- something absolutely stupid. even if he didn't fully understand what you were saying, the way you talked with such passion and enthusiasm made him love you that much more. you passed the ball to him and said something totally dumb with a frazzled expression on your face, making him laugh. "What?" you asked. "I'm dead serious!" he continued to laugh even harder-- from your statement, and from his sheer affection for you. "Man, I love you, y/n" he said. the exasperated look on your face quickly turned to one of shock, then to one of awe. it wasn't long before Suga realized what had escaped his mouth. it wasn't intentional, but he didn't regret it. the lighthearted atmosphere had changed. "You love me?" you said. "Of course, y/n! Why wouldn't I? You're like, my favorite person ever." he was closer now, looking down on you, deep into your eyes. "I love you too, Koushi" you said, pulling him close. "So much, even when you laugh at me." you gave him a playful push. if one thing is for certain, its that this man loves you so much. he loves you at your highs and lows, your triumphs, and your embarrassing moments. koushi sugawara loves every part of you, and he's happy he finally got to say it out loud.

kozume kenma is reserved about his emotions. he's not a fan of expressing himself, and he especially doesn't like being sappy. yet, he's in love with you, and he couldn't suppress that emotion if he tried. you guys had been dating for a while before he said it. still, he found ways to show you he loved you at first, rather than putting it into words. he would let you win at his favorite video games and talk to his friends about you, something totally unlike him. he made an effort to be just a little bit more outgoing than normal when it came to you. for kenma, it was one of those days that really tests your limits. from endless schoolwork to an extended volleyball practice, his patience was wearing thin. kenma is not the type to open up when something is bothering him. but you always knew. and when he finally told you about his rough day, you were at his house in a matter of minutes. it was quiet, the two of you playing a random video game together. that was until your eyes wandered to the shelf in his room, holding endless amounts of video game discs and memorabilia. from the corner of your eye, you managed to catch a glimpse of one game that stood out. "Close your eyes" you told him. "Hm, why?" kenma looked skeptical. "Just trust me." you said. he had no idea what was happening, but he heard you getting up and fumbling with his gaming console. you sat back down close to him. "Okay, open." you said. he opened his eyes to see the screen glowing brightly with the words "JUST DANCE" written in a bold font. at the realization, kenma immediately protested. "No way." he started to get up. "You're on your own here, y/n." as he tried to get up, you grabbed his hand and looked in his eyes. "Pleaseee Kozume." you begged. "Don't be a killjoy!" somehow, after endless begging, you managed to get him to say yes. kenma refused to dance at first. it wasn't until you physically took his hand in yours that he started to move slightly. after a couple songs, the two of you started to get the hang of it. you guys looked ridiculous, but between his awkward dance moves and your fits of laughter, kenma seemed to forget what was worrying him not long before. you both danced into the night, using up any energy you had before finally laying down together. you rested your head on his shoulder while he wrapped his arm around you. as he scrolled on his phone with his free hand, he was too preoccupied to notice how you had seemingly fallen asleep in his arms. he knew he wanted to say thank you. for brightening his day, for making him laugh, and for simply existing-- but he didn't know how. he stared down at your sleeping face, thinking for some time before placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "I love you." he said softly. and you heard. you heard all three words like music to your ears.

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[struwberrii]

hi lovely !! (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)

i saw you also love suga~ and after seeing those oikawa headcannons i would love to know if you would make some sugawara ones (i don’t know if i have to specify but, pre-timeskip:3)!!

koushi needs more loveeeeee 𓂃 ࣪˖

thank youuu!! have a great day!!

suga headcannons ⋆˚🐾˖°

thank you for the request (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

i totally agree w u!! where are all the sugawara fans at!!! but here are some of my cute and silly sugawara headcannons :3

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he loves thrifting, his ideal hangout would be grabbing some fast food or boba then thrifting

loves doing those stupid tiktok trends, like he has a million capcut edits of chickens pooping you out lol

he gives me middle child vibes, i feel like he would totally have an older sister (she’s like a year older and they’re besties)

the best guy to go to for advice, like even if you don’t want advice he still knows exactly what to say to make you feel better

you guys HAVE to have a movie night at least once a month

his bag is covered in those cute hot topic pins

he always smells very fresh, like floral

he has the worlds biggest stanley cup and refills it at least 5 times a day

he’s super good at drawing and is always sketching silly cartoon characters on his assignments

he loves baking with you, even if neither of you are good at it, you always end up laughing and covered in flour and batter

he is a god at imessage word games, he shows no mercy

probably also in art club with yachi (they both just talk drama and paint) (also idk if u can be in multiple clubs let’s just pretend guys)

wears/keeps everything you give him, like if you make him a bracelet he’s never taking it off, if you give him a keychain it’ll be on his bag forever

if you ask him for advice on a situation he isn’t afraid to tell you when you’re at fault, he does NOT sugarcoat it

serial candle lighter, his room always has candles lit

always has medicine on him incase anyone around him isn’t feeling well

he’s the best tutor ever, if you’re confused suga is the guy to talk to

he has a polaroid camera and has like a hundred polaroids of his siblings, friends and you

probably has a plant that he takes the best care of

probably really into conspiracy theories, true crime and creepy pastas, he’s always watching scary stuff like that

his pinterest is updated hourly

always sneaks his phone during class and never gets caught

has the comfiest hoodies ever, if you’re ever cold he’ll let you borrow one

always has hand sanitizer on him

always brings extra snacks just incase

probably really into reality tv and loves talking about the drama with people who are also watching

he plays stardew valley

he has the cleanest and most organized bag ever

old people love him

he probably listens to the most random podcast ever like emergency intercom or very really good podcast

takes notes in different colored pens

probably loves romance anime and has the best recommendations

[haikyu-mp4]

Mother's day

Your husband Suga recruits your son for a Mother's Day celebration, for my Parenting event<3

requested by @liquidcatt. word count; 519 – wife!reader

Oh boy, was Suga ready for Mother’s Day. The only thing Sugawara Koshi might love more than you would be the baby you two made, and even though he tried to show you just how much he loved you every day, he went all out for the special days.

The grey-haired man got up bright and early to sit in your son’s room, making sure to be there when he woke up so that you wouldn’t hear a single sound that might awaken your motherly instincts. He whispered his good mornings and lifted the toddler into his arms, bringing him to the bathroom to prepare for the day.

Suga bought matching outfits for him and his son, down to the panda slippers. He knows you love matching, so he also got you a similar outfit in your style, already laid out on the stool by your side of the bed.

Dressed up all nicely, he carried your bundle of joy into the kitchen and sat him in the high chair with a simple breakfast. He hesitated momentarily before deciding to put another shirt over the toddler’s nice clothes. “An elegant eater, you are not,” he mumbled to the kid, only to get the usual babble in return. “Not much of a talker yet either.”

“Papa!” he answered, which had coincidentally been his first word.

Suga grinned, getting distracted from the breakfast he was supposed to make. “Mhm, I’m papa. But remember what we learnt for today? Mama, say it with me.”

All he got was a fart, and sniffing that horrid smell also made him realise he burnt the first pancake.

“Shit!” he cussed, running over to get the food out of the pan.

“Ship!” your baby innocently repeated after his dad who pursed his lips in defeat.

He switched between looking at the burnt pancake and looking at the toddler a couple of times, only to conclude that “The first ones are never perfect, anyway.”

At one point, the romantic breakfast was ready with a plate of pancakes and a bouquet of your favourite flowers. Just as Suga was trying to wrestle the baby’s stained t-shirt over his head without spilling anything on the actual outfit, you curiously stuck your head through the door to the kitchen. “Are my favourite boys in here, perhaps?”

“In here, mama!” Suga announced even though you had already seen them, finally getting the overshirt off your son. “Good morning, my precious wife. Happy Mother’s Day!”

“Mama!”

You gasped, so audibly it made Suga pose proudly on command, side by side with his sidekick to show off the matching outfits and newly achieved vocabulary.

“He said, mama! That’s me!” you cheered, running over to embrace your two boys, making them jump in a circle with you while you cooed over the outfits as well. “I’m the luckiest mother in the world!” you announced and ran to get your camera.

And as Suga held up his hand for a high five that his son definitely didn’t reciprocate, he decided that this was another mission accomplished.

Mission make wifey feel extra loved, level one: breakfast.

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for the requester: thank you for the request, I love Suga<3

[kawoala]

🐰   ⤷ sugawara koushi ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

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

⊂ word count ; .7k (710)

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um, hello?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You frown at him.

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

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

“But—”

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

You press your lips together and take a deep breath.

“Say it.”

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

“Say you’re beautiful.”

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

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

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

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

[karasuno-planet]

What would you do for a friend?

Kageyama x manager!reader w/ bsf Asahi <3

sfw but implied making out

Word Count: 0.9k

a/n: This one is high-key silly but plz enjoy

After a long day of practices, one thing was on your mind. It had already been nearly a week since the team had arrived in Tokyo and you had barely gotten to see Kageyama outside of practice.

It wasn't long before you found yourself leaving your hotel room and walking down the hallway to your boyfriend's room. Then there was only one thing in the way.

A 190 centimeter blonde boy with glasses who seemed to be out for your blood.

You knocked on the door and before you knew it, Tsukishima answered. Not ideal, but you knew the first-years were sharing a room.

"Hey Tsukki!"

"What?"

You paused for a moment, and he cut you off, "You want something. What?"

"Um...Is Kageyama busy?"

"Yes," before you could even process, he shut the door on you.

Okay, definitely not ideal.

You sigh, realizing there's no way you're getting into that room. Thankfully, only a few doors down you knew you would be perfectly welcome. You traipse your way to the third-years' room, and knock.

Soon you're faced with the long-haired anxious boy you've grown so fond of.

"Asahi!"

"Y/n! What are you doing here?"

"Funny story..."

"Oh. Come in and explain."

You take the invitation and walk into the room to realize you're alone.

"Where are the others?"

"They wanted to do a little cool-down after practice. I opted out of that one..." He explains, blushing a little at his embarrassment of skipping out of a work-out, but you were grateful to have him here. "Anyways, what's the occasion?"

"Actually, Tsukishima is puppy-guarding me from seeing my boyfriend."

Asahi chuckled at your bold statement, "Really? How unfortunate."

"Well, maybe that's where you come in."

"What?" Asahi looked completely puzzled.

"Um.. well, if you didn't mind being the best friend in the entire world...maybe Kageyama could come over here and enjoy your spacious bathroom with me?"

Asahi's face went totally pale. "Um, I don't know if I should be uh...letting first years do that in here..."

You blushed like a madman, "NO, NO, Not that!!!" You laughed. "PG-13. I swear. I just haven't gotten to be alone with him in like a week."

"Oh, alright...you promise? Kinda made it sound like tsukki was cock-blocking you there."

You burst out laughing at that sentence coming from Asahi's mouth.

"I swear."

Asahi's cheeks flushed a little pink, "Why not your room?"

"Yachi is like totally scared of Tobio..."

"Right. Okay, sure.. go ahead..."

"Did I ever tell you that you're the best?"

"Yep," He chuckled, sitting back on is bed and scrolling on his phone as you texted Kageyama the room number.

And as quickly as you had entered his room, suddenly Asahi was contemplating how he had gotten into the situation where you and your boyfriend were together in his bathroom. He was practically babysitting. At least he didn't hear anything suspicious, which meant hopefully you really did have pure intentions. He's not sure what he would do if you didn't.

Abruptly he heard a little click from outside the rom, and the door start to open. He held his breath for a second, but felt relaxed when he saw it was just Daichi and Suga. He could explain this.

"Hey, guys, uh... don't go in the bathroom."

They stopped dead in their tracks, confused.

"Um, why not?" Daichi inquired.

"It's just that, well, y/n and Kageyama are in there."

"What??" Suga asked.

Asahi sighed, "Wouldn't you do it for a friend?"

Daichi and Suga stared blankly at him.

"It's innocent, she promised. They're just like, I don't know, little kids who miss each other."

Daichi laughed, "Okay, sure. Why here?"

"Apparently Tsukishima is getting in their way? I don't know..."

Suga chuckled and started spilling the contents of his pockets onto the table and settling in. "Now that's a little hilarious."

Daichi shrugged and sat down as well. "You think y/n cares that you sorta see her as a baby?"

"Nah," Asahi smiled, "She totally owes me after this anyways."

And, just like clockwork, Asahi's phone buzzes with a venmo notification of $15 from y/n. He laughed and the door started to open. Kageyama walked out, wiping his mouth on his sleeve, and looked shocked at the room, now full of his seniors.

He turned around to you, "didn't know there was an audience??"

You walk out behind him, blushing a little, but smiling nicely at your upperclassmen.

You see a hint of pinkness creeping over Kageyama's cheeks as he turns around and faces the door. "better get back before Hinata spreads rumors."

"Sure," you laugh.

The door shuts behind him and you're left in the room with the third-years, a little embarrassed.

"I-"

Daichi cuts you off before you can continue, "Yeah, don't worry, we didn't see a thing."

You sigh of relief and take a seat next to Asahi.

Three Months Later

During a classic training camp team-bonding exercise, the Karasuno team sits in a tight circle playing a truth-or-dare style game.

When Nishinoya's turn arrives, he stares dead into Asahi's eyes, making him nervous before even asking his question.

"Asahi, you're pretty tight with y/n, huh?"

He nodded his head.

"What's the craziest thing you've ever done for her?"

He stammers, "Well, um... there was this time in Tokyo.."

"NOPE-" You interject, silencing him. Daichi and Sugawara both exchange knowing glances. "Asahi, I will seriously kill you."

"Me first," Kageyama says, staring daggers into Asahi, flames practically bursting out from behind him.

"Uh- can I like, do diving drills instead??" Asahi pleads.

a/n: thank you for indulging me in that cheeky one <3, let me know what you think and reblogs are so so appreciated.

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[takes1]

Some fluff w Koushi maybe?🫶

koushi realizing barista!reader is pretty cute

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

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

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

You smiled without looking up from the register.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sighed, relieved, and agreed wholeheartedly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Say something!

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

"Good luck with finals," You said softly.

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

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

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[sandwhitches]

uhh hiiiiii idk if this is how to do a request, but can I ask for chocolate ice cream about sugawara and reader going on a first date? Like how did they meet each other, who asked who out, and/or what they did for their first date? Thank youuuu!!!

a/n: hehe love me some suga!!! finally filling the requests form my event i am so glad this semester is almost over sorry for the wait if u requested erghghgg

✧.*𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒 | 𝐤. 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚

genre: fluff!

cw: none!

this is a request my summer writing event!! requests are currently closed for this event :)

➼ i have a feeling you and sugawara most likely know each other from school!!! he’s definitely the type to opt for befriending his crush before doing anything that could remotely be deemed as flirting or romantic.

➼ he TOTALLY has had a crush on you since your first year, which is when he started talking to you and being friendly, but it doesn’t take long for him to realize that this is a lot different than any of the other crushes he’s had on someone before. the idea of confessing is much more daunting, which is why for his own sake, he’s just going to continue being a good friend to you and hope that one day you might consider him romantically (he’s delusional but in a cute way)

➼ in your second year, he’d almost gotten over his fear and planned to give you a valentine, but the moment he saw your face he panicked and crumpled it up in his pocket. sugawara gave you a guilty smile when you eyed him suspiciously, asking what he needed to talk about, which according to him was “nothing! it turned out to be nothing, after all!”

➼ kicks himself for the rest of the year for that (and so do his friends, they’ve all taken notice of those lingering puppy dog eyes and are beginning to get sick of it)

➼ flash forward towards the end of your third year when he FINALLY musters up enough courage to ask you out

➼ suga’s the type to just say what he means once he’s ready, which is why he doesn’t skimp on his wording, he makes sure you know he’s asking you out on a date on not to just hang out

➼ however, his delivery could use a little bit of work, definitely just comes up to you during a break in the school day and the first thing that comes out of his mouth is: “do you wanna go out with me? like…on a date?” (what happened to hi, how are you?!?)

➼ he’s thanking his lucky stars that, although you’re a bit stunned his suggestion is, you agree!!!

➼ cannot sleep that night or the nights leading up to the date, he’s just too excited (seriously, it’s taken him almost three years to gain enough courage to do this and it’s finally happening, it’s a bit surreal to him)

➼ you best believe this man is at your doorstep with flowers in his hand five minutes early, ready to take you out ahhhhh

➼ sugawara’s keen on doing cliche first date things with you: getting something to eat, takes you to an arcade (and lets you win all the 2-player games), buys you an ice cream cone, you know the deal

➼ a bit nervous to do anything super romantic like holding hands (GASP) or having any physical contact with you whatsoever, he just doesn’t wanna scare you off. much to his relief, you’re the one who interlaced your fingers with his first as the two of you walk beside each other

➼ keeps on telling you how good he thinks you look today eeeeeee

➼ suga’s such a sweetheart!!!! 10/10 manners!!! opens doors for you & pulls out your seat for you too (😍)

➼ when he drops you back off at home, you nearly make his heart stop when you get up on your tip toes and kiss his cheek goodbye for the night

➼ waits until you’re inside your house before leaving (😍😍😍)

➼ AAAAAAHHH SUGA MY LOVE