#keiyoomi: fluff

[keiyoomi]

detail/s: iwaizumi × afab!reader ; kira (daughter) | dad!iwaizumi • fluff!

note: happy iwaizumi day!!! this is all i could write for now. enioy reading!

after years of spending time with each other, you already know how sharp iwa's instinct could be. his talent only improved when you two finally started your own family.

"kira-chan, let's decorate papa's cupcakes, okay?" you gently said while opening the bags of marshmallows, sprinkles, and chocolate chips. "he must not catch us making these."

little kira's ponytail bounced as she nodded her head. her curious eyes watched your every move as you picked up several chocolate chips to decorate one of the cupcakes.

kira reached out for the bag of sprinkles. her eyes slightly widened when the bag made a sound in the process. she looked at your direction but you only chuckled at her before kissing the top of her hair.

"papa won't hear it. don't worry," you said softly while placing the cupcake you did in the cupcake organizer.

your little girl tried to copy your movements, only for her to frown when she saw three sprinkles on the top of the icing. she turned to you and watched as you placed the sprinkles on the cupcake.

"ma, pu' mo'. kiwa wan' pu' mo'." ["ma, put more. kira want put more."]

you smiled and showed her how she can put more toppings on her cupcakes. you grabbed a handful of marshmallows before slowly releasing it from your hand.

once again, your adorable little toddler copied your action and this time, she was successful. her eyes twinkled with joy when she finally see more colorful sprinkles on the top of her cupcake.

she clapped her hands and cheered with her adorable tiny voice. "kiwa did it! yahoo~!"

as much as you wanted to tell her to keep her voice down, you couldn't help but feel proud of your growing child.

but of course, you knew that her victorious cheer woke up that day's main character.

you glanced up and met the gaze of hajime, whose bed hair is still quite comparable to that of a bird's nest. although his eyes were squinting, you could tell that it's been a while since he started watching you and your daughter.

"you're not supposed to be awake yet," you grumbled while watching him walk towards the kitchen.

"papa, dun cam. papa no no!"

hajime pouted before kneeling next to kira.

"but papa wants to say good morning to mama and kira."

"but sprice, papa. sprice!" she emphasized making you chuckle while nodding.

hajime laughed before placing a tender kiss on kira's forehead.

"but kira already surprised me."

little kira gasped, covering her lips with her tiny hands. "really?" she asked with wide eyes.

iwaizumi nodded his head. "really!"

"when?"

"when kira kissed papa's head earlier."

your daughter turned to you with wide eyes. "oh no!"

you and your husband laughed at her cute reaction. hajime stood and walked towards you.

he wrapped his strong arms around you as he rest his chin on your shoulder.

"you've been awake since we started, huh."

"uh-huh," he responded while nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck. "thank you, love."

"happy birthday, hajime."

"i love you," he whispered while looking at you, his lips were inch away from yours. his lips looking more inviting for some reason. l

when you were about to share a kiss with your husband, a tiny voice suddenly spoke.

"done, mama? done?"

when you and your husband looked down, you saw how little kira was covering her eyes while taking a peek in between her fingers.

you and your husband chuckled before peppering your child with kisses.

"happy birthday, papa!"

"happy birthday to me, indeed," he replied as he pulled you and your child closer to him.

[starrysamu]

take (me) out. 

miya osamu x f!reader.

wc: 2.2k, fluff.

how you go from being a regular at onigiri miya to regularly grabbing takeout for you and the restaurant owner. 

for @keiyoomi​, happy holidays dear! sorry it’s a little late, but i hope you can enjoy it some. much love, your hqc secret santa ♡ 

“let me buy you a meal.” 

osamu presses his palms to the table as he leans forward. the 30 inch table hitting your thighs is big enough to seat four and yet it’s a barrier that dissolves as soon as his nose is less than a few inches away from yours. 

he peers at you through his eyelashes. “come on. a treat for my favorite customer.” his voice is all things low and enticing, luring you in like a siren.  

your eyes are threatening to roll but they can’t seem to tear away from him. one way or another, you manage to rasp out, “i’ll think about it.” 

he’s far too close. too close, so much that you think he’ll be able to hear your pulse skyrocket. yeah, the food is amazing, but you stick around for the sort-of-friend and extremely attractive owner who’s got you trapped in his clutches.   

the corner of his lips curve up. “so it’s a date then?” 

“definitely not,” you huff, hiking your bag over your shoulder. your voice shakes a little and you’re trying your best not to let it show that your heart is doing jumping jacks and your stomach is flipping over like a pancake. 

it’s been almost 10 minutes since you told yourself you’d leave but your feet are practically shackled to the ground. it's also been 10 minutes since the place closed, leaving only you, the restaurant owner, and the poor part timer he hired a few weeks ago behind. 

there’s an odd sense of deja vu that consumes you. the two of you have definitely been in this position before, just without the fresh faced high schooler hanging around the back. 

“think about it,” osamu says, standing up straight. you straighten your back with him, forgetting how tall he was. curse his blessed genes.  

but while you’re busy cursing those divine genes (jeans?) of his, you do think about it. the line between friendship and dating is thin, and you’ve always thought you’d already crossed that point with him - that you learned too much about each other in just a few short weeks, crumbling any sort of potential to date him. 

you can’t help imagining it nonetheless - the fluff, the slice of life. it’s just too ideal, and you have no choice but to imagine since it’s not actually panning out. 

your lips tighten as you squint at him. he stacks his bowls up and it sounds like the world’s saddest song, truth be told. 

is he the friends to lovers type? 

you sigh heavily and set your bag back down, walking back to the table. “fine, yeah,” you mumble, heat rushing to your cheeks. “tomorrow at 7. the ramen place across town?” 

he grins loosely and you swear the corners of his eyes literally twinkle. how’s that even possible?

“you’re here early.” 

you shift on the balls of your feet and click your phone. “traffic was light.”

a half truth, half lie. it just feels like you’ve been injected with adrenaline and cortisol and you’re ready to bounce off of every wall known to mankind with how nervous you are.   

you’re fine. 

osamu hums and slips his hands in his pockets. you blink at him for a moment. what if he’s just the friends to friends type? you’ve always hated dtr, but what if he really is just treating his favorite customer? 

“what’re you looking at? do i have something on my face?” 

“tch.” you roll your lips under your teeth and swallow your smile. “you look out of your element.” you can’t deny that the black t-shirt suits him well enough, but this baby blue linen button down is a gift from the gods themselves. 

“next time i’ll grab that perfume,” he jokes sarcastically, “the one that smells like rice. that’ll make you remember how hard i work.” 

fighting your smile this time is a lot more painful. “i never said anything about how you slack off at work,” you lilt. “your poor part timer can attest to that.”  

he pokes the temple of your head and you laugh as you push the double doors to the restaurant. the bells jingle and you feel completely warm, inside and out.  

the receptionist seats you at a booth next to a window adorned with fake flowers. what kind of cottagecore fantasy is this? 

you glance at osamu, working on making a judgement of the place himself. is he into cottagecore? there’s not a moment to spare as your eyes rake him up and down - he’s definitely light academia. maybe dark academia, even. 

the booth feels stuffy with just you and osamu there. you clasp your fingers together under the table and goosebumps travel up your skin. 

a pretty twenty-something year old slips your menus on the table and osamu flashes her an easy smile, like he’s a model for hollister or something. your eyes grow wide for a minute and you glance back and forth between osamu and the waitress. 

you’re not even sure what they’ve said to each other because your mind is all white static. and when she says, “let me know if you need anything,” to osamu and osamu only, it feels like you’re the one who’s figured out e=mc2 instead of albert einstein. 

“why are you flirting with the waitress?” you whisper when she’s out of earshot. you’re not even sure what you feel, but you think your soul has completely left your body. 

you’ve always hated this trope too. 

he takes a sip of his drink and for a split second, you can see him poorly trying to hide a laugh. “who else should i be flirting with?” he finally deadpans. “you? you said this wasn’t a date.” 

“oh, so now you’re trying to get hung up on technicalities.” you lean back in your seat and fold your arms over your chest. 

osamu rests an elbow on the table and puts his hand on his chin. “so, are we having a date then?” 

there’s that indescribable ambivalence that floods you once again as soon as you look him in the eye. his eyes are unchanging - they look at you like they’ve always looked at you since you regularly showed up to his restaurant, since you became his friend, and since you accidentally stayed just a little too late after his restaurant closed.  

you toss your straw wrapper at him and avert your gaze back to your lap. “definitely not.” 

the door handle feels cold as you twist it. so it’s a friends to friends type of story? that’s fine. not the way you wanted it to pan out, but at least the date was good for one thing. osamu’s as good a friend as he probably is a partner. 

you sigh. you’re doing a shit job of convincing yourself, that’s for sure.  

“welcome in - ”

osamu’s grin wavers and then falls into a simple smile, like he’s been waiting for you. you wish your heart would just do the one job it has: beat normally and consistently. yet every time you look at him, it wants to participate in a ballet competition or something so ridiculous to the point where your lungs are struggling to keep up. 

“look what the cat dragged in,” he says, walking up to you. “i was wondering if you were coming today or not.” 

he’s back to wearing his black t-shirt and nothing has felt more familiar to you. 

“why wouldn’t i?” you test. you’re not even sure what you’re looking for by asking him, but you’ll consider even a response as the slightest win. 

he gauges you for a moment. “i thought you might’ve left me for the place across town.” 

and now you pray for your mind to do its job: objectively process and synthesize information. instead, you fixate on how he’s used the word ‘me’ instead of ‘us,’ as any owner would when he’s talking about a customer. 

“i would never,” you say breezily. “this place is the one and only for me.” 

he does nothing to hide his smile. “and what about me?” 

your brows shoot up the same way your pulse does, as if it already didn’t feel like you were running a marathon. “what about you?” 

you’re playing a dangerous game and toying along the line of dense, but maybe you’re better off establishing boundaries before you go into v-fib. 

he sets his tray down and slips his hands into the apron loosely tied around his waist. in any other world, you’d think it would be impossible for an apron to accentuate his broad shoulders, but this world seems to defy you day in and day out. 

there’s a sharp inhale as he leans against the table. for a moment you think he’s going to follow with, ‘when am i going to be your one and only?’ but you breathe in relief when all he says is, “this place is always here for you.” 

even that sends you hurtling down a cascade of different feelings, though. each conversation with osamu seems to be a different boss battle you don’t know how to defeat. 

“thank you,” you finally say curtly, setting your things down. "what’s the special for today?” 

he grins. “you can have me, or i guess i can make you some food.” 

just when you think you’ve dodged him, he comes back at you, swinging at full force. 

“okay, fine.” 

osamu’s brows arch as he watches you stack a few bowls up. 

“i’ll buy you a meal,” you sigh, looking up at him. “sure, maybe that high schooler’s been slipping me a boxed lunch every time i swing by before work.” 

you’re really just trying to catch osamu before you start your monotonous days at the office, but he’s always holed up in the back. honestly, you’re there more than you’d like considering you swing by in the evenings now too.  

“do you know how heartbreaking it was for me to hear my favorite customer’s been stealing from me?” he says dramatically. 

“you should really talk to that kid in the back,” you mumble, looking away from him. “i always thought you allowed it.” 

he pokes your head and you roll back on your heels. “i don’t even give my brother free food.” 

“stingy,” you huff, looking away from him. you’re conflicted between guilt and disappointment - clearly, this friends to friends storyline is a little more than you can handle. 

you fight the urge to gasp to yourself. what if it’s an unrequited love? 

he grabs the tray full of stacked dishes as he smiles at you, heading to the back. you watch as his biceps peek out from underneath the sleeves of his fitted shirt and you think that maybe you should save the drooling for the food and the food only. 

he sticks his head out from the back. “what’re you doing right now?” 

you look around the empty restaurant. “it’s 10 pm and i’m here, does it look like i’m doing anything important?” 

“you wanna try something i’m adding to the menu?” 

your eyes light up like a five year old on christmas morning. “so you’re giving me free food then?” 

he pretends to think about it for a minute. “only if you’ll take me out tomorrow.” 

you agree as if you hadn’t been thinking about it all along. 

osamu leans back in his seat as he takes a swing from his bottle. “this is what you meant by taking me out tonight?” 

“come on,” you say. the cocktail against your lips is especially sweet with osamu sitting next to you. 

he leans in towards you. you’re surprised that you no longer feel like you’re running a marathon, but your muscles still feel sore, like you’ve got knots everywhere that you can’t seem to untie. 

“i guess i’ll let it slide this time,” he teases gently. “you owe me food though.” 

you pucker your lips. “i guess i’ll spare some time for you.” 

“you should, considering you stole all that food from me.” 

“it was only two lunches,” you whine, holding up two fingers for added effect. “consider it your repayment for all those evenings i helped you out.” 

he laughs and the dull ache in your chest tightens. mutual pining would be the most ideal, but right now you’re stuck on unrequited love. you’ve long ditched friends to friends because only god knows you can’t seem to keep yourself together around the restaurant owner. 

but when he says, “you know, i’d been wanting to ask you out for forever,” you feel the gears click into place. “and not as my favorite customer.” 

you choke on the martini. why won’t it go down as easy as the words coming out of his lips? 

his eyes crinkle as your vision blurs. maybe you are running a marathon when you’re next to him, because you can’t ever seem to catch a break. the dim lighting of the bar does nothing to slow your pulse either, with almost every nerve running haywire. 

“and i know we just talked about you buying me food again,” he says slowly, “so would you like to come by tomorrow night?” 

if a bar was the secret to this recipe, you would’ve brought him much sooner. “i should’ve bought you a beer a million years ago then,” you mumble into your drink. you look at him through the corners of yours to see him smiling expectantly at you. “but i think i’ll take you up on that offer.”  

and that’s how your friends to lovers, mutual pining storyline has you bringing takeout to his apartment after he’s had a long day at work. maybe you’ll even get to explore ‘and then there was only one bed,’ but you’ll take it one bit at a time.  

[doodleniella]

“Glasses” (A Kenma x gn!reader short drabble)

Genre: fluff

W/C: 402 words

A/N:

Thanks to @keiyoomi for beta reading and editing this short, hastily-made imo but cute her words Kenma drabble. Ngl this is my first fic to be beta’d since started writing Haikyuu fics a few months ago. Also this fic was inspired by another Kenma artwork (see pic below) made by @_Hemoon (tried searching for the original location of the pic but to no avail qwq ). Enjoy reading~ = u =;;

You keep on switching your eyes between the book you’re reading and your crush classmate Kenma sitting on your right side of the long wooden table. The two of you are inside the library during study period, doing some light reading and research for your group project in HIstory class you are paired with him so thank your lucky stars, girl… but instead you are looking at him in secret.

You can’t help but notice the black-rimmed glasses he’s wearing while his head is perched on his hand… deeply lost in the book he’s reading.

KENMA + GLASSES = 😍🥰😘❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤❣️💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟😳😣😲😵🥵🤯🤯

“Are you alright, (Y/N)-san…?” You snap out of your fangirl daydream and turn to see Kenma staring at you with those puzzling golden cat-like eyes of his. “H-ha?”

“I said, are you alright? You kind of spaced out for a while. Is there something wrong?” He tilts his head on one side.

“Ah, y-yes, I’m alright, Kozume-san! It’s fine, it’s fine, don’t worry~ I think… I forgot to eat breakfast earlier.” You give out a small nervous chuckle at your fib.

“Hmm… okay, if you say so.” Kenma rests his chin on the back of his hand again, still staring at you behind his glasses, unconvinced. “But a while ago, you kept on sneaking glances at me, (Y/N)-san. Care to tell me why?”

You feel your cheeks warm, sweat gradually forming on your palms. Your eyes averting his questioning gaze…

“A-ano, your glasses—” “Hm? My glasses? What about it?” “Are those… reading glasses?”

He takes off his glasses and examines its lenses for a bit. “Mhmm… Kuroo helped me in choosing one at a nearby eyewear store; he’s worried that my vision may become blurry because I always play video games even late at night, much to my chagrin.” Kenma shakes his head. “I hate wearing it, to be honest. It hinders my view.”

“But… but those glasses… suit you…! You’d look cute in them—” You slap your mouth shut quickly after saying such embarrassing words at your gamer crush. Now, you wish for a deep hole to swallow you, end your misery, and never come back. Shitshitshitshit—

“Cute?” He raises an eyebrow at you, resting his chin again at the back of his hand, holding his glasses. A bloom of red slowly creeps on his cheeks, before smiling sheepishly

“Mhmm… but you being panicky and flustered… is cute.”

Ella’s Masterlist

[cherryonigiri]

alice give us your hq blog recs! for fluff, smut, anything you like

wait eye- apgiafjaope um let’s see: (also if you are a writer that I mentioned in this post but you don’t want to be tagged/mentioned, PLEASE LET ME KNOW I WILL UNTAG YOU). Also this is such an incomplete list but it’s who came to mind - i love so many blogs idk how to choose. 

@neonghxst writes some wonderful wonderful stuff, her series ‘In Orbit’ is what convinced me to simp for Atsumu. She’s also just lovely in general

@imomomi - nesa has TWO complete smaus that are both masterpieces + her collab fic for kita is just chef’s kiss exquisite (she collabed with ma @atsunflower - whomst is also a wonderful writer)

@luckywritesss - I love lucky’s writing so so so much i’m so hyped for her smau y’all should go check it out

@deltachye - writes amazing everything. Their writings are just so freaking beautiful I love everything they’ve written (I think i found them on AO3 first? - I think chatoyant is one of my favorites works by them) 

@tetsuwhore ofc I have to mention izzy bcos have you all seen her spicy spicy blog it’s wonderful 

@sneezefiction gracie is amazing and lovely also she just consistently writes some good good stuff ILY BB

@inarizakikoukou - micchi has this amazing Dr. Kuroo series that I simp for on the daily like yes I love the idea of chemsitry PhD kuroo with his family

@catharsisbabey - nona has an amazing atsumu series going rn (it’s a kitsune AU which i love) and i’m so pumped for the next part

@come-on-shitty-boys - MADDI MY LOVE oh my gosh y’all her recent Atsumu angst was wonderful i was waiting for every new installment. Maddi in general excels at breaking my heart with her lovely angst

@toorusquill - vera is just an angel she’s so wonderful also she does amazing hcs + writings she gifted me with demigod!Bokuto her stuff is just out of this world!

@keiyoomi - ellie is productivity queen also her recent fluffs have made me uwu so hard it’s just out of this world 

@ksyescribe - ale is a queen she writes content for my best boy Aone and also orbit is literally one of the best osamu fics i’ve ever read 

@bbytetsu - they just write some really great nsfw stuff and i love their recent sexy mishaps hcs like they are hilarious and put a smile on my face

@mooshua - THE GODDESS WHO BROUGH US MSBY JACKALS ONLINE i love all of aurora’s fics they are so hilarious yet capture the haikyuu characters so so well

@drxxmofyou - sora’s oikawa angst is amazing - honestly it’s what inspired me to write ‘when and where’ 

@agaassi - I LOVE LOVE LOVE ae ra’s current smau with bokuto (it’s called unexpected”) it’s so adorable + ae ra has really good tips for how to make banners/dividers that are easy to follow

@scandeniall - ri’s stuff is so so good, whenever it’s on my dash i instantly have to read

@astereim - rein writes so much idk how she does it but like i love all her hcs idk something about them just makes it so easy to picture myself there with whatever haikyuu boy she’s writing about

@haikyuucute - listen I LOVE their ABO stuff. IK abo isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but the way Essa writes abo dynamics (especially bc they have a whole series for my favorite boy USHIJIMA) like ahhh also they high key convinced me to simp for kageyama bcos of their oneshot ‘Miscommunication” 

@beccascribbles - one of my favorite Iwa series (also ABO) but like ugh protective/possessive IWA is just mmmm YES I LOVE IT

[lnarizakis]

mister no gaps. | k. shinsuke

masterlist

pairing: kita shinsuke x gen! reader

foreword: happy birthday to the one and only kita shinsuke! have a good one, farmer boy.

word count: 700+

look out for: fluff

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Mister No Gaps Kita Shinsuke.

Sure, the nickname can be taken as metaphorically as it sounds, but the literal meaning of the nickname that Atsumu coined might not work so well when he noticed a slight opening in the front doorway of his house one day after practice though he knows for a fact he closed it shut before he left for the school’s campus that morning.

Mister He’s-As-Cool-And-Calm-And-Collected-As-People-Make-Him-Out-To-Be Kita Shinsuke.

No one’s ever called him that, really, but people know. Inarizaki High School knows of him and that he’s the serious, stoic captain of their super-decked-out volleyball team. The term might not work so well when the general student body sees his flustered, shocked expression after he opened the door to his house (that he knew for a fact was closed shut before he left for school; he didn’t want to swear on his life but he could swear that it was closed, so why was it slightly opened when he returned home?), and they hear the stutter that slips past his lips in awe at the sight before him.

Mister-- Wait a minute, what are we even talking about in the first place?

It all started a week before this whole situation, in (Y/N)’s bedroom, when they were looking through the pages of their calendar, noticing what they had written down for the little box marked July 5. There it was, written with a dying black-ink pen, “Kita Shinsuke’s birthday.” (Y/N)’s eyes bulged out at the tiny handwriting, and being close friends with his volleyball team for some odd and convenient reason, they started a group chat excluding the captain.

(Y/N) told the team that they would hold a surprise party at his house, without his knowing, and the team agreed, excited at the one chance they would get to surprise the man with no surprises. In the group chat where the idea of the surprise party was initially proposed, the Miya twins expressed their excitement with ways of surprising the poor boy, who had no idea this party was being held. Most of their ideas were shut down, unfortunately.

Later in the week, during their volleyball practices, Kita’s teammates began their side of the plan by asking their captain what his favorite flavors of cake and ice cream were, and if he were to have a birthday party, what his preferred colors of balloons were. Needless to say, the team did an extraordinarily terrible job at keeping the party a secret. Kita knew his teammates were onto something, and despite this he paid no attention to it. They were just kidding around, he thought, and that they weren’t actually planning a surprise party.

However, one Saturday after volleyball practice, Kita walked home alone, as everyone else rushed out of the club room faster than he could catch up to them. No matter, he thought. They were probably exhausted. Kita himself was, as well. He wouldn’t mind a nice nap after he returned home, and maybe after he woke up, he’d spend a nice birthday dinner with his grandmother. That seemed like the plan.

Approaching his house, he noticed something strange. His door was slightly open, though he knew he closed it shut, and the thought of an intruder entering his home sent a pang of fear through his chest. He opened the door quickly, not acknowledging the hushed whispers and the smell of chocolate cake coming in like a whisp through the crack of the door, and he was met with a stream of confetti to his face.

“Surprise! Happy birthday, Kita!” His team exclaimed, smiles adorning their excited faces. Everyone held a confetti blaster in their hands, with Osamu being the exception as he held the cake with mittened hands. Balloons floated around the living room of his house, and behind the red balloons he could see his grandmother holding a small confetti blaster of her own.

Mister No Gaps Kita Shinsuke.

Mister He’s-As-Cool-And-Calm-And-Collected-As-People-Make-Him-Out-To-Be Kita Shinsuke.

Mister He-Totally-Wasn’t-Expecting-This-At-All Kita Shinsuke.

Kita stared wide-eyed at everyone, and in the midst of his shock he stuttered, trying to get out a question.

“This… This is for me?” He questioned, to which he got a multitude of laughs for a response. (Y/N) came forward, and held his hands in theirs.

“It’s your birthday today, Kita! Who else would it be for?”

He smiled at them, and gave in to an embrace. In their ear he whispered, “Thank you, (Y/N).”

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[hqprotectionsquad]

fluff 21 w ennoshita? :)

 “you’re not very intimidating.”

a/n: seem as though these latest requests will be based on holidays! so the last one was new year’s eve/day, and this one is halloween. i’ve also got one more coming up after this one!

“What are you dressing up as for Halloween, (Y/N)?” Ennoshita sits in the chair beside you, peering over your shoulder for some kind of hint. You’ve said it yourself several times: only the universe could know that the person you’d be paired to sit with hated math class above all his other courses. Lucky for him, it’s a subject you don’t mind, and honestly could work on longer than other classes.

"I haven't really thought about Halloween costumes yet. Too busy studying," you mention as a jab. When you see the reaction you're looking for, you grin. "I'm kidding. I was thinking of dressing up as a volleyball player. Think you could ask Sugawara senpai if I could borrow a jersey from him?"

"Why would you ask me that, when I play volleyball too? You can just borrow mine," he suggests with a click of his tongue. This string that ties you two together is never spoken of, but usually acted upon instead. Ennoshita never usually takes charge in this sense, but since you love to push his buttons, he has to make some adjustments in his assertion.

"Alright," you peer at him with the fading hint of a teasing smile. "What are you dressing up as then?"

"It's going to be scary. I promise you that."

You erupt into a small fit of giggles, soft enough so that the teacher in the front of the class can't hear you. "You couldn't be scary even if you tried." You poke his arm for extra emphasis.

Frowning, he grumbles, "Just you wait. I'll make myself scary."

The following week comes almost without warning, dragging you along even though you don’t feel ready. Ennoshita followed his word, handing you a black and orange jersey the day before the festivities.

“You look better in the number six,” he says as you hold it up to your shoulders. “Or at least I think so. I mean, it’s just a better number?” He gives up on trying to justify his words. 

You pull your chin towards your chest to look down at the shirt. “I think I will too.” No need to let him know that you associate wearing someone’s jersey with being in a relationship with them, and no need to let him know that you were thinking about wearing his jersey and cheering for him as he plays in a match.

The frigid October air swishes against you as you trek the hill leading up to your high school. It's only autumn mornings that are like this; by the time you venture into the town with friends after school, the sun will be shining happily in the sky. You walk into the school building, donning your favorite player’s number on your chest, though it's covered by your cardigan at the moment. The hallways are streamed with paper strings and webs, and students loiter, asking one another what they dressed up as. There are several pointed hats poking out through the top of the sea of humans, as well as many cat-earred headbands.

One particular costume takes to the forefront of your view as you approach the second-year hallway. You’d be able to recognize him even in a crowd of thousands, but that doesn’t prevent you from taking a double take.

Ennoshita bares his teeth to greet you, his artificial fangs glinting from the lights above.

“You’re not very intimidating,” you roll your eyes at him and he lowers his arms from his overbearing stance. He pouts, but nonetheless, slings an arm around your shoulder, which is a bold move on his part.

“I wouldn’t have expected a vampire,” you muse as you look him up and down. He’s got it all down to a T: ruffled white shirt tucked into a pair of black slacks (that are probably the one and same pair he wears for school anyway), all hidden behind a lengthy cape that flows behind him. “And the shoes are shiny too. You won’t be able to find a reflection, even if you tried though.”

“It’s all about the little details. Speaking of,” he looks at you. “Aren’t you going to take off your cardigan?”

“What, so you can see what your jersey looks like on me?” Even as you tease him, red covers your cheeks just as equally. You shrug off the cardigan and out of his grip, then you sling the cardigan onto the crook of your elbow. “What do you think?” Turning on your foot, you twirl in a circle, creating a bubble fit for two.

Ennoshita gazes at the end of the hall, covering his nose and mouth with one of his hands. He taps his fingers on the surface of his skin, pretending to be engrossed with something some random student is doing. “I was just looking at someone else’s costume, they’re really creative.”

Your eyebrows scrunch. “But, uh, what about my costume?”

“You look nice.”

“Just nice? After you agonizing to have me wear your uniform and not Sugawara’s?”

“Okay, fine, you look really good.” Afterward, he mutters, “Why didn’t I give you one of my jerseys earlier?”

Just to give him the benefit of the doubt, you smile and move on with the conversation. “Let’s take a picture, yeah? Before everything gets all messy and then we won’t be able to find each other later.”

After flagging down a person to take your picture, you stand a distance away from the phone camera, guiding Ennoshita to lock you in a hug. “Here, put your arms around me and then cross them so that your hands land on the opposite shoulder.”

“Uh, are you sure?”

You blurt out the word “certain!” before you can shut your mouth.

The friend behind the phone asks if you’re ready and you nod. “Okay, say cheese!”

The two of you respond, “Cheese!” After a few shots, Ennoshita even pretends to go to bite your neck. Nothing can stop the fluttering in your chest as you can literally feel his presence in a personal spot and you’re trying not to blush, but you’re certain that you’ll see your face turn redder and redder when you look through the photos after.

“Thank you!” You express your gratitude to your friend after you take back your phone. “These are really cute, Ennoshita. Look,” you swipe through the shots taken. “Maybe you aren’t a scary vampire, but you’re definitely a cute one.”

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[keiyoomi]

stranger danger

pairing: s. kiyoomi × AFAB!reader / could pass as gn!reader too.

detail/s: ; fluff; college student!sakusa; short(?) reader; height difference (sakusa's taller than reader)

it sucks, but you don't know him.

although you've been meeting his gaze more frequently, he remained as a stranger to you. he's just the curly haired, neck-stiffening tall and handsome stranger.

that is, until he decided to confront you—for something you've never intended, nor have planned to do.

“stop following me around.”

as soon as you've processed the words that came out from his lips, you frowned. you've never followed anyone around before. you'd rather spend your time doing your homeworks or rewriting your notes than following him around.

"huh?"

instead of clearing up the confusion, he simply squinted his eyes before stomping back to his seat, few tables away from you.

you could almost feel the veins on your head popping.

× ∆ ×

“so persistent!” he muttered while wearing a deep frown on his face. "what do you want from me?"

you calmly sat in front of him as his face slowly turned into a scowl. he was the one assuming things, not you.

"who even are you? showing up wherever I go won't make me like you!"

all eyes were on your table as soon as they heard his outburst. those who knew you were taken aback, while others looked at you with disgust despite not knowing anything about you.

"sakusa-san, i'm afraid you're in the wrong here" your professor began before settling his things on the table. "they just transferred here from overseas."

his silence was too loud, you had to keep yourself from cackling.

somehow, it felt like you just won.

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days passed by in a blur.

the curly giant who used to bombard you with accusations that was not backed with facts, now lurked around you and your small circle. he stares at you whenever he spots you and for some reason, he always has something in his hands whenever you see him.

like a cat presenting a fish to their owner.

“l/n-san,” komori, the cousin of the cat-like person staring at your direction, called with a smile on his face. “i hope you can forgive him. he means well, but he... experienced unpleasant things with several people.”

“komori-san, I won't say that I understand his situation because I've never been in his shoes, but at least he shouldn't just confront people who meets him during his classes.”

you sighed. “we're basically acquaintances at this point. anyway, I've already forgiven him after his outburst. so...”

sakusa's eyebrows rose while holding out his peace offering, hoping that you would finally accept it.

“there's no need for you to buy those things everyday,” you said while looking at him. “we're good now, okay?”

“...ends?”

you tilted your head. “huh?”

“are we friends now?”

you glanced at his cousin before chuckling.

“of course. I mean, if you wanted to be friends.”

[keiyoomi]

TITLE: PLUS ONE PAIRING: Kamisato Ayato x F!Reader DETAILS: CEO! AYATO X VP!READER ; ENEMIES TO LOVERS ; JEALOUS!AYATo ; SIBLING DYNAMIC (EMPTY THREATS, BASICALLY) SUMMARY: BEING INVITED IN A WEDDING IS SOMETHING THAT YOU'RE USED TO DO WITH AYATO. HOWEVER, DURING YOUR CLOSEST CLIENT'S BIRTHDAY, BOTH OF YOU RECEIVED AN INVITATION—AND BOTH OF YOU NEEDS A PLUS ONE.

MASTERLIST | COMMISSIONS | ASK | TIP JAR

HIS PALE BLUE HAIR remained neat despite being buried under hundreds of paper documents that required his full attention. However, unlike him, the woman sitting right across his seat was already at their wits' end. For some reason, seeing you frustrated made his chest flutter.

"Why do we even have to check these documents like this? We don't live in 19th century or something!" you complained while reading the contents of the two files you were holding. "We could've worked on these things if only the imp allowed that upgrade we terribly needed! Oh, wait. I needed."

You finally looked up at him with her fiery eyes. Ayato was quick to avert his softening gaze back to the document in front of him. Knowing that you're mad at him made him want to tease you more.

"Come on, now, Y/N." He said, trying to de-escalate the situation. "It's not like this was the first time we do this."

Unfortunately, the current situation made you recall those days when the company was just established. Back then, there were only five people working together to achieve the goals of the company back then. Now, only the two of you remained in the company—plus several hundred other employees you've hired over a course of time.

"Can't you just approve the suggestion of the board? Surely, you don't find this situation favorable to your end either." Ayato tilted his head, fueling your annoyance further. "For goodness sake, Ayato. This is not efficient and environmental. Can you please let us work with all these files using some gadgets?"

"We could." Your eyes quickly brightened upon hearing a positive response from him. "But we might not be able to review each document thoroughly if we suddenly shift to a different mode of reviewing these files."

You're dying to pull your hair off. Oh, scratch that. You're dying to pull his hair off of his head, shave the remaining strands and sell it for some coins.

You were about to let your inner voice win, when there was a sudden knock from his door.

"Excuse me, Mr. Kamisato, Ms. L/N."

His secretary entered the office while holding two things in her hand. You briefly shut your eyes, praying that it wouldn't be something that would take up your remaining free time.

"Mr. Kotaro sent these invitation for the two of you along with a note."

You groaned before extending your hand towards her. She politely placed the rough invitation card before excusing herself.

"That asshole really got married ahead of you," you remarked while trying to figure out a way to open the invitation without ruining the wax seal that secures it. "Guess he really do have more charisma compared to you."

"It's not that," he murmured. "Anyway, he really said that we need to bring a plus one or we wouldn't be able to enter the wedding hall."

"Oh, really? That ass really want to rub it to our faces, huh?"

Ayato finally looked at your eyes. His light purple eyes used to captivate you every single time, but perhaps being around him for several years made you immune to his charms.

"So, who are you going to bring as your plus one?" he asked.

You tilted your head, trying to rack your brain if there's anyone in your life that you could bring as a plus one. So far, no one comes to mind.

"Who are you going to bring as a plus one? That's the question that's begging for answers." You can't allow him to know that the other possible partner you can bring to such event are the piling documents in your office and his office.

"I don't know. Can't we just go together, like usual?"

You raised your eyebrows.

"Would that even work if we both get invitations?" you asked. "Also, he specifically asked us to bring a plus one. Each. Maybe you could bring Ayaka as your plus one."

"No. She's busy."

"Oh, really? I never thought she'd be busy during her vacation?"

"Maybe we can just ask him to cut us some slack and let us go there as each other's plus ones?"

You shook your head. "Nah. I don't think he'd allow that. Plus, knowing that guy, he would definitely try to play like cupid again and pair me with some stupid looking guy who would try to put their hands on me like, ew... no."

Ayato placed the invitation right in front of him before clasping his fingers. "It's not like he would actually kick us out if we attend his wedding without any partners, right?"

"Or you can invite your secretary to the party."

"No. It's either you or no one."

You scoffed. "Anyway, I think I know who I'll be attending the wedding with," you said before going back to your seat.

"Who is the unlucky guy?" he asked.

"Definitely not you."

AYATO KEPT ON PESTERING YOU. For the past few weeks, he kept on barging into your office, asking for more information about your plus one to the upcoming wedding. However, his efforts were futile as you now know how to keep your lips sealed.

Eventually, he stopped asking.

"So, what are you wearing on that day?" he asked while not looking away from the file he was holding. "Are you going for a couple look with your plus one?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

Then, there was silence between the two of you. For some reason, you've noticed how his secretary no longer enters the office as often as she used to do.

"Are you firing your secretary? Don't you think it'll be a waste not to put her skills into good use?" you asked while dragging your chair closer to him.

"Aren't you firing your secretary for trying to get too close to you?" he fired back.

"Come on, Thoma is a great guy to work with. It's just that you kept on shutting him down whenever that guy tries to speak."

"Tch. What's so great about him?" he grumbled, earning a nudge from you. "So, will you bring him as your plus one?"

"Maybe I would, maybe I won't."

You could feel his burning gaze, but didn't allowed him to breakdown your walls. You need to keep your partner's identity a secret until tomorrow.

He'll finally figure out by tomorrow who you'll be coming with anyway. Might as well keep him on his toes until the day comes.

DAY OF THE WEDDING. FINALLY, THE DREADFUL DAY HAS ARRIVED. You had to wake up early to prepare yourself and your plus one for the event. Fortunately, there was enough time for you to prepare for the wedding and you were able to arrive at the venue before it begins.

Your partner began to sweat when he saw the amount of flowers outside the wedding hall. Some of them came from big companies, while others came from familiar names. He knew some of those people as well. and immediately recognized one name written on a sash.

"You didn't tell me that the brat is coming!" he whispered loudly while keeping his eyes on the sash. "I've never considered bashing your head on the curb, but I'd probably do that later," he threatened despite the cold sweat on his forehead.

You rolled your eyes before looking around, looking for a pale blue hair in the crowd. Ayato, for one, is not someone who would arrive late in a ceremony—even if the man of the day is someone he probably loathes more than anyone else.

"Shit, shit, they're coming!" you partner panicked before hiding behind you, attempting to look smaller than you are.

Before you know it, you were already looking up the familiar smug face of Kamisato Ayato.

"So, you came with... this man." His condescending voice made your partner briefly shudder in fear. "Care to introduce me to him?"

You pinch the back of your partner's hand, making him stand properly with a faint blush on his cheeks. "Ayato, Ayaka, meet my distant cousin—Aether. He looks weird, but he's probably safe to be around."

Ayato squinted his eyes, making Aether shake even more. "Hm..."

"Do something about that guy," Aether whispered to your ear before jumping out of his skin. "You scared... me—oh, shit."

"Miss Y/N," Ayaka began while covering the lower half of her face with fan. "Would you mind if I borrow your partner for a moment? I never thought that I'd see a familiar face in this place."

The smile on your face was slowly fading away, knowing that your last defense against Ayato's charm will be taken away from you.

"S-Sure. I mean, if he don't mind." You turned to your distant cousin, and knew that he would definitely come with her—for reasons he might not be able to share with you.

And so, you were left alone—once again—with Kamisato Ayato who was, coincidentally, wearing an attire that compliments your outfit.

"So, I guess this means that we'd have to enter the hall, together. Also, it's not like we're breaking any of his demands," he stated as he extended his hand in front of you. "May I escort you to the hall?"

"Of course," you responded while trying to keep your heart from leaping out of your chest.

You should've been immune to his advances, but looking at how he neatly tied his hair to the side while letting some strands of hair fall to his face while wearing his eyeglasses made your heart race once again.

He single-handedly destroyed the wall that surrounded your heart without even saying anything that would've made a normal person's heart flutter.

"We really should've just gave away one of the invitations in the first place," he whispered while guiding you to your designated seats. "It's not like Kotaro would even notice it."

"Oh, he definitely would. And I wouldn't hear the end of it," you replied before sitting on the chair.

"Care to tell me more about it?" he asked while leaning dangerously close to your face.

You squeaked, before covering your lips. Embarrassed, you look away from him and watched as other guests began to fill in the vacant seats inside the hall. One of them were your respective partners who were looking around the room.

"He—" Before you could even grab their attention, Ayato suddenly grabbed your arm and made you turn to him. Without a single word, he suddenly placed his soft lips against your before pulling away with a smile.

"Ayaka," he called his sister while keeping his arm behind your seat.

You touched your lips while still looking at the man who just stole a kiss from you.

What the hell?!

[keiyoomi]

last chance

details: t. kei × gn!reader ; 800+ w/c ; loosely related to my first tsukishima fic?

trigger warning/s: murder ideation; implied stalking; implied blackmailing;

note: I'm getting rusty after not being able to write for more than a year now. let me know what you think!

listening to the sound of waves as it hits the rocky shore soothes your racing heart.

you've established a rule for yourself ever since you broke up with kei: severed relationships shall never be salvaged—no matter what might happen in the future.

but such rule was immediately ignored as soon as your gazes met at the reunion party of the old karasuno team.

he still has that air of arrogance that kept you riled up as a teenager. his features have already matured and he became taller over time.

most of the former members of karasuno learned about your past relationship when you were both in college—when he was still in a relationship with that other person after ghosting you.

“of all places, why did you chose this place for our conversation?”

“i've learned to keep my options open at all times.” you didn't bother to turn around look at him when you replied. “depending on your answer, I can to listen to the ocean while contemplating whether to forgive you and give you a chance.”

then, you glance at him. he walked towards your direction and stood close to you. he was wearing a frown on his face, clearly not amused by your statement earlier.

“and your other option?” he asked, stuffing his bare hands in his coat's pocket.

“bash your head against the rock if you piss me off.” then, you shrugged. “i can drag your body towards the water; let you drown until your body disappears—”

you paused upon feeling the weight of his hand on your shoulder. you turned to him and saw him covering his face with his palm.

“you good?”

“can you tone down your ideas... please?” the he removed his hand from his face. “i know that what I did before was wrong. I shouldn't done what I did to you back then. I know that I deserve all the hate that I receive from you, but...”

he pursed his lips.

“...I never lied to you whenever I said those three words. never.”

“hmm... I highly doubt it.” you looked at his face and gave him a tight-lipped smile. “i bet you've said those words to her too. while you suddenly cut me off of your life.”

“never.”

“what?”

“i've never said that to her.” you couldn't see his reaction as he spoke. “that's the reason why she broke up with me.”

you chuckled. “hm... I think you just don't want to be—” you paused while motioning your head towards the ocean.

“i'm telling you that I'm still in love with you after all these years. I am still hoping for your forgiveness. Hoping for you to love me again.”

“why?”

“huh?”

“why did you suddenly leave? why did you not even tell me that you're leaving? why did you tell everyone we know to never tell me where you are?” you asked before your voice broke. “just... why?”

he looked down and fiddled with his fingers.

“i... I love you too much that I want you to be with me.”

“what?”

his teary eyes met your confused gaze.

“i wanted to be with you until you graduate. I wanted to stay by your side and wait until we can go to college together.” he pursed his lips and covered his face with his hands.

you remained silent, processing everything he just told you.

“but hearing you look forward to a future where you achieve your goals even after we settle down made me realized how immature I was acting.”

he chuckled dryly.

“i am filled with too much love for you that i was willing to forget about my own dreams. I love you too much that I almost abandoned my goals, my passion... myself.”

“...and when you met her? did she made you recall who you are? did she reminded you of who you are before we met?”

“no. no.” he shook his head while looking into your eyes. “they were...” he paused. “they know who you are. they were one of those people who learned about me after watching our games.”

you shook your head, refusing to believe what he was implying to say. it wasn't impossible, but should you believe the words that comes out of his lips?

“i-i would never—ever—put you in danger. not when I can do something to prevent you from getting hurt.”

“i... I need more time to think...”

“please...” he said, kneeling in front of you while wrapping his arms around your legs. “give me another chance...”

“do you know how much I suffered after you left me? you idiot!” you replied while crying your heart out. you tried to pull him away from you but he kept his arms wrapped around you.

“let me go! hands off me!” you brush the tears from your eyes. “i won't believe a word that you say. you broke my heart. ignored me after we met again and now you're asking me for another chance?”

“give me a chance, please! just one last chance!”

you turned your head towards the glistening waters of the ocean as the sun began to set.

strangers from afar would think that it was some romantic proposal. the setting exudes romance on par with those scenes that could only be seen from movies and described by the writers on their works.

but reality was far from the imagination they have.

“one last chance.” you look at his pitiful figure. “give me another chance to myself to you. if you still believe that I'm not worthy of you...”

“i hate you...” you whispered.

tsukishima faltered as he heard those words from your lips. his arms slowly loosened around your legs, losing every ounce of hope that he has in his system.

“you big dummy.” you wept before kneeling in front of him too. “you could've told somebody about that person! you could've told the police about it! you could've told me.”

you leaned your head against his chest and cried with him. “all these years I've hated every fiber of your being. I hated you for leaving me behind.”

“i'm sorry,” he whispered, pulling you close to him. “i'm so sorry... for all the pain that i've caused you...”

you wrapped your arms around him while telling him the pain that you've felt all those years—and allowed him to soothe you until the sun finally sets from the horizon.

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[keiyoomi]

OOH ME WANNA REQUEST uhm height differences with drumroll please, TSUKKI ! I just need something to think tbh HAHAHAHA

Tsukishima can’t take his eyes off of you.

No, it wasn’t just because you caught his attention and that he wants to keep an eye on you while getting rid of any man or woman who wanted you for themselves.

Your clumsiness and the way your mind works kept him on his toes for the past year.

There was a time when one of their towel got stuck in the nearby tree while you were drying them. Of course, being a smart person that you are, you decided to climb the tree and retrieve the towel from one of the branches.

But that’s where your plan ended.

What you’ll be doing after retrieving the towel was never part of your plan. Precisely the reason why you got stuck on the tree trunk, while Hitoka rush towards the gym to get whoever could help you descend the tree.

None of your seniors could ever forget of what happened back then. Especially when the panic-stricken Tsukishima Kei tried to climb the tree to rescue you as of you’re just a cat who got stuck up there.

Coach Ukai tried to keep himself from hitting his forehead too hard when most of his players were panicking too much that they forgot about the ladder in the stock room.

Lucky him, Nishinoya and Tanaka were already used to your crazy antics that after seeing your snotty face while sitting on the trunk of the tree, they immediately returned to the gym to get the portable ladder from the stock room.

From that day, the team became protective of you. Forbidding you to do crazy things for them, and leaving most of the technical stuffs to you.

Tsukishima became extra protective to you though. Perhaps, one of the reasons was that you were also his classmate.

You later found out that it wasn’t the only reason.

“Promise me that you would call me if you need my help.”

You tried to free your hand from his grasp, but he didn’t even move an inch. What would you expect from a professional volleyball player who could hold a volleyball with his with ease?

“I won’t climb the shelves this time.” He scowled. “I promise. Besides, most of the stuffs that are on the top shelf were on your list.”

“You can’t trust this supermarket. Remember when they suddenly changed the location of their goods and you ended up climbing the shelves? I never thought that I’d find you on the floor, under those stack of tissue paper rolls.”

He frantically looked for you when he noticed the changes. When he noticed that most of the things on his list could be found on the lower shelves. He was calling you when he found you on the floor, giggling at what just happened to you.

“I’ll take note of that.

He sighed before gently kissing your forehead.

“Call me. Okay?”

“Okay!”

You grabbed your own trolley and set off on a journey. Luckily, most of the things you need were within your reach. As if they’ve lowered the things you need for you.

‘Biscuits... Biscuits...’ you whispered while looking for Tsukishima’s favorite biscuits. It was the only thing left for you to grab. It was usually placed on the third level of shelf (from the ground). It’s been like that for years, even during that time when you were buried under those stock of tissue paper rolls.

“Oh shit.”

You whispered, almost in horror, upon seeing the can of biscuits placed on the top most layer of the shelves, along with a promotional signage.

“20% off?”

You tried to look for a store clerk who can risk their lives for you. Although Tsukishima told you to call for him, you also wanted to do something for him.

But of course, that aisle was free from store clerk and was rarely visited by shoppers during that time.

“Here goes noth—”

“Y/N!”

“Hic!”

Tsukishima rushed towards you before looking at the biscuits that you were trying to reach. “Ha...”

“Sorry...”

“You’re lucky, you’re cute.”

He swiftly placed a kiss on the top of your head before reaching the biscuits with ease. He just extended his arm to reach for it. No tiptoeing, no grunting.

“What is it?”

“Gods are unfair sometimes.”

He chuckled before kissing your pouting lips.

“It’s your genes, love. You should blame your genes.”

[keiyoomi]

Hello

How are you doing ??

If its possible can you make the 13 + william james moriarty? Ty

“What do you mean you’re sick?! You’re my partner in crime!”

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“What do you mean you’re sick?! You’re my partner in crime!”

Maybe you were expecting him to always be in a perfect condition. But in reality, despite his intelligent mind that seems to see what the future holds, he’s still human who could be vulnerable to any diseases.

“What happened to the immortal William James Moriarty?” you asked while moving in an exagerrated way.

Louis, Moran, and even Fred ignored your actions. Actually, Fred walked away when you began reciting some ridiculous lines in front of William’s door. Bond, well. he* was touched by how you care for William, until she remembered some of those lines you’ve recited.

“Y/N, you can just enter his room,” Old Man Jack, William’s teacher and as well as yours, said while smiling at you. “I’m glad to see you in person instead of just reading your name on the newspaper.”

You grinned. “Teacher, do you want me to pester you again like I used to do?”

“You rascal,” he said with affection. He ruffled your hair and smiled gently at you. “Go on now. Take this to that stubborn child.”

“I will, teacher.” You took the tray from his hand before knocking on the door. Ah, no. Barging inside Little Wil’s dark and gloomy room. “Oh, Willy!”

Much to your dismay, he was already sitting on his bed with a frown on his face. His scarley eyes were displeased and if it wasn’t for his throbbing head, he would’ve probably attacked you with his sharp dagger by the time you open the door.

“Oh come on.” You made your way towards him and settled the tray on his lap. “I thought you’d welcome me with your lanky arms wide open.”

“Yes, I will definitely do that. Before wringing your neck after not showing yourself for years.”

You cluck your tongue upon hearing him whine. “I apologize for making a name for myself.”

“And you’ve successfully done that. But you’ve also gained enemies that is beyond your capabilities!” Then, he cough. You rubbed his back to calm him down, but it seemed to fan his rage. “What would you do if they hire someone to catch and torture you? Or worse, kill you?”

You looked down on your lap as guilt seeped through your being. To be honest, you didn’t pay much attention to the consequences of your actions. Robbing those wealthy, yet heartless nobles helped thousands of people all over the country. There were orphanages, public hospitals, and even smart individuals that you’ve managed to support for years. In a way, you’ve managed to save their lives. In your own twisted, yet good way.

But as you glanced at your childhood friend’s direction, you suddenly feel guilty for your selfless actions.

“I haven’t...” You rubbed the back of your neck. “...thought of that. Not yet, at least.”

“See?!” He grabbed your hand, as tight as he could. “Stay here until I’m feeling better.”

“That’s what I’m planning to do.”

“And stay here until I tell you to leave.”

“Huh?” You looked at him with disbelief. “What are you talking about? No.”

He rubbed his forehead, as if to relieve his headache. “Let’s further discuss this issue once I’m better.”

“This Phantom’s doctor’s fee would cost you your fortune!”

“Will you take this more seriously or would you prefer if Phantom disappears permanently?”

You kept your mouth shut.

Will glanced at you as you frown. For the first time, in a long while, he finally won against your stubborness. And this wouldn’t be the last time.

He’ll win this war of stubborness against you.

Whether by hook or by crook!

[keiyoomi]

hi there! how has your day been? for the love prompts: oikawa + 10? ♡

prompt: ...what do you want me to do when you get tired of me?

note: hi! it took so long but i hope you like this!!!

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There are nights when Oikawa Tōru refuses to let go of your hand. Those nights mostly happens whenever he’s worried about something and he needed an assurance—your assurance.

“I had a bad dream last night,” he began after absentmindedly staring at the ceiling. “We had a huge fight. We screamed at each other... screamed words that would hurt one another...” His voice quivered. “All because I don’t spend more time with you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed upon hearing what he said. “Tōru, from the moment I allowed you to be my boyfriend, and partner-in-life, I–wholeheartedly–accepted the fact or at least the possibility that you love volleyball more than me. And that’s all right. It’s fine with me... sort of...”

Oikawa turned his head and looked at you with teary eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, okay? It’s fine with me because you’re already playing volleyball when we met. I am fully aware of your passion towards it and I really admire that part of you.”

“But?”

“Well,” you cleared your throat. “I’d appreciate it if we can spend some time together? Like, out on a date or even indoor dates. I really don’t care about the location, as long as I get to spend more time with you. You know, just us?”

“That’s fine with me.” He pressed his lips against your forehead. “I get to spend more time with you.”

“Do you feel better now?”

Oikawa smiled and nodded his head. “Thanks to you.” Then, he pursed his lips. “But... well, if you get tired of me and my lifestyle—”

For a brief moment, you could see the sadness in his eyes.

‘This guy, really.’

“... um... what do you want me to do when you get tired of me?”

You sat on the bed, frowning. Then, you squished his cheeks with your hands. “Who said I’d get tired of you? We may fight and argue, but I’d never get tired of you.”

He stared at you with wide eyes.

“You love me and I love you. You support me and everything that I do, and I’m doing the same for you. There are times when I almost made some terrible decisions, but thanks to you I was able to choose a better option and avoid some unnecessary conflict.

“You are my better half, and my worse half—when needed. And I would never—ever—get tired of you.” You huffed. “Do you get it now?”

He slowly nodded his head, your proclamation of love rendered him speechless.

He’s lucky... that he found someone like you. And he’ll make sure to keep you by his side until you get tired of him.

No.

He’ll do his best to win your heart over and over again until you’re ready to love him again.

[keiyoomi]

You are not dating Oikawa Tōru.

details: 1k words | o. tōru × reader | fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers?

note: a little something for oikawa’s birthday! hihi. enjoy! \(-ㅂ-)/ ♥ ♥ ♥

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You are not dating Oikawa Tōru.

Or at least, you both refuse to believe that what you were usually doing together were things that were typically done by people dating or in a relationship.

Yes, there are people who usually hold their friends’ hand while they’re in a public setting, but most often than not, they let go of that hand once they’re within the comforts of their homes—or anywhere they chose to hangout. Something that neither you, nor Oikawa bothers to follow.

Nope.

Behind close doors, without the presence of your common friends, you both still find yourself holding each other’s hand. But the physical, yet not sexual, intimacy that you share is not limited to holding each other’s hands.

Sometimes, you would either feel his strong arms around your waist as you prepare something for him to eat either for lunch, dinner, or something he could easily eat and digest whenever he’s planning to do an intense training.

Other times, it is you who would either use his thighs something to rest your tired feet during movie nights, or use his arm as your temporary pillow as you lie on the couch together.

No, you are not dating Oikawa Tōru.

You were just “friends”.

Or at least, that’s what you’ve both decided to call your relationship.

Unlike labelled relationship, you both enjoy each other’s company without worrying about any bitter ending—one where either of you will suffer from a terrible broken heart that might take months or years to heal.

You don’t have to worry about him cheating on you, because he’s not your boyfriend to begin with. He’s also free to go out with other people and date whoever he wants if he wanted to and you can’t hold him back because you’re just his friend.

Of course, it’s not just him who enjoys the freedom in this mutual relationship. You enjoy the same privilege as him—you can accept anyone’s invitation for a date if you want to and all Oikawa can do is compliment your look on that day or night. He would even do this with a smile on his face.

You could almost hear the clashing of his teeth as he show you a toothy-grin while teasing you with the person you’re about to go out with.

He’s very supportive of you and whoever you’re going out with—he would even personally meet the other person and shake hands with them. Even the tone of his voice was friendly that it confuses you when you hear your date grumbling about how unpleasant Oikawa is.

Oikawa Tōru is not your boyfriend, but he cares about you.

A lot.

Like that time when you had a terrible cold. He chose to risk his own health just to nurse you until you’re better. He even made you something to eat, one of his “best sellers,” or so he says. During that time he was your hands and feet and you appreciate his kindness.

He prioritizes your comfort, health, and security above all else.

He doesn’t care about what he might hear from other people, he cares more about you and the things you say. It doesn’t matter if you were talking nonsense while lying on the same bed as you stare at the ceiling, he doesn’t complain or tell you to shut up. He just listen to everything you say and he would even add his own input once in a while.

Oikawa Tōru is not your boyfriend, but sometimes you wish he is.

“Oi~ Y/N-chan, are you spacing out while I was spoiling the entire movie we’re about to watch?” he asked in faux surprise while holding the remote against his chest. “What are you thinking about that you’re ignoring me?”

You suppressed the smile that was about to appear on your lips and shook your head in response.

It was a bit frightening to admit that you’re seeing your bestfriend in a romantic way and not as a friend. But it wasn’t as scary as reacting to his touches in a way that you never did before.

“Tōru...” you called before clearing your throat. “This hypothetical, okay?”

He raised an eyebrow, but he nod his head.

“What if... Just, what if, a friend starts to see you in a different way? You know, not as a friend, but uh something more?”

Oikawa stared blankly at you, before looking away. As if he was dissatisfied with what he did, he even used a pillow to hide his face from you. “Th-That depends on who~” His voice broke.

All of a sudden, he curled himself into a ball while still hiding his face from you. The movie playing on the TV was already forgotten by both of you. Seeing Oikawa acting this way is far more interesting than the movie with cliché storyline anyway.

“Tōru, are you alright?” you asked as you move closer to him.

“Oh god. Please don’t move any closer.”

You tilted your head. “Huh? But why?”

He removed the pillow from his face, revealing a beet red-faced Oikawa Tōru. “Well! Hypothetically speaking, what if I also see this friend in a different way? What do you think will I do to that friend if they move any closer to me?”

You weren’t expecting to hear that because...

...Oikawa Tōru is just your friend.

You’re not dating him.

Or at least, not yet.

[keiyoomi]

rest day sakusa | s.kiyoomi

details: 500+ words | fluff, established relationship, gn!reader

note: this was all over the place. 😂

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Sakusa Kiyoomi is a very intimidating person.

Or at least, whenever he’s out there in public during official games or events that he’s required to attend. Most often than not, a lot of people were hesitating to approach him—especially with the pressure he gives off, along with the intense glare that he gave everyone.

But behind close doors and far from everyone’s prying eyes, Sakusa Kiyoomi sometimes act like a sloth.

It is quite entertaining to watch him trudge slowly from the bedroom, only to lie down on the couch and nuzzle his face on one of the pillows on it.

His curly hair were all over the place, some were even sticking out. His eyes were too sleepy and there were times when you’d find him in daze while eating.

You were amused by the fact that his movements were far from its usual speed. He was moving in slow motion, minus the camera trick.

“I’ve prepared you a bath, Kiyoomi,” you gently told him playing with his hair. “Should I help you wash your hair or do you want to do it yourself?”

Kiyoomi slightly opened his eyes before reaching out for your hand. “Wash my hair, please,” he said with a raspy voice before kissing your palm. “What time is it?”

“Almost dinner time.” You stood beside the couch, where he was lying at, and waited for him to complete is routine.

After stretching his limbs, Sakusa yawned and sat on the couch. He, then, reached out for you and wrapped his arms around you. “You’re one of the most beautiful persons in the world.”

You cupped his cheeks and tilted his head up before you lean forward. You kiss his forehead and said, “And I could say the same to you.”

After showering each other with fluttering words, he would rise from his seat and move towards the bathroom.

Ever since you two became comfortable with other (after becoming more intimate—physically and emotionally), both of you no longer mind seeing the other naked. But of course, that doesn’t stop you from admiring his physique.

He’s really good at keeping his body in shape. His discipline is something you’d like to adapt too. Being able to resist those delicious food must be one of Sakusa’s many talents.

“Ah. I’m stuck.”

But then again, Rest Day Sakusa is different from somewhat normal Sakusa.

Rest day Sakusa loves to be pampered by you. He would ask you to help him undress because his arms got stuck while removing his shirt. He would prefer having you wash his hair because ‘it feels cleaner when you do it.’ He would even wrap his arms around you while waiting for your dinner to arrive/to be cooked.

But despite all those small differences between rest day Sakusa and usual Sakusa, you still love him with all your heart.

Because at the end of the day, he’s still Sakusa Kiyoomi—the man who loves you with all his heart.