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sveniak · 26 days ago

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a/n : english is not my first language, so I apologise in advance for any conjugation or grammatical errors. I found the idea of the prompt on Pinterest, so it's not mine. As for the rest, it belongs to me. Except of course the manga and its characters as well as the images used to make the edits.

𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 "𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮" 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫 (part 1)

𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚛 :

× 𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮 ×

Oikawa Tooru is popular.

That's a fact. With both boys and girls. You've got used to it. But sometimes, you can't help the pang of jealousy that rises in your chest when you see this horde of admirers waiting for him with gifts.

One of them goes so far as to put her hand on your boyfriend's forearm. And that's the gesture too far.

Determined, you make your way between the high-school girls to reach Oikawa. When he becomes aware of your presence, his attention is focused solely on you.

His smile was bright, if a little teasing. But that was before you grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and kissed him in front of everyone.

The poor guy turns red and stares at you with wide eyes as you take him in your arms and bury your head in his chest, not without casting a warning glance at the few damsels present, who are quick to flee.

Gently, you feel his arms wrap around you. His teasing side is back.

— Oh ? Jealous of them, babe ? You know I only love you. He whispers in your ear.

You grunt before pulling away from him slightly, avoiding his gaze.

— I'm sorry, I... I was just... Not in a good mood.

He laughs and leans towards you, an amused smile on his lips.

— Mmm... If you give me a kiss, maybe I'll consider forgiving you...

You laugh lightly before kissing him again. As you pull away from him, you gently brush your nose against his cheek and place a chaste kiss on it.

— I love you.

— Sorry babe, I don't think I heard you correctly. Could you repeat that ?

You'll have to wait for Iwaizumi to pick up your idiot boyfriend and pull him after him before you'll be freed from his teasing. Some things will never change.

× 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐨 ×

You're rather reserved by nature, unlike Kuroo, who doesn't hesitate to hug you or kiss you in front of his teammates to annoy you.

In fact, he loves to see you blush and stammer with embarrassment. He finds you adorable. Especially when you hide your face against his chest and call him an idiot. But sometimes you manage to surprise him. Pleasantly.

As he prepares to join his teammates, you grab his sleeve. You hesitate for a moment before pulling him towards you and, on tiptoe, you kiss him chastely.

— I love you. You whisper softly. G-good luck with the game.

As you avoid his gaze, red with embarrassment, you step back and turn around. But you don't know him well to think he'll let you go so easily.

Kuroo wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close to him once more. His warm breath sweeps over your neck as he whispers close to your ear.

— Aww chibi-chan, I didn't quite hear that. Can you repeat that for me ?

As you babble on and try to disappear underground, your heart pounding, your idiot boyfriend will keep bothering you. He won't let go until you repeat what you told him earlier, with the added bonus of a passionate kiss that leaves you panting in the hallway as he walks away with a smirk, pleased with himself.

𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 :

× 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 ×

You and Iwaizumi met when you were children. As a child, you never imagined that you'd fall in love with him and that it would be mutual. But you have.

You've only been a couple for a few months. And although you've known him all your life, you're discovering aspects of his personality that make you melt for him even more.

He's kind and attentive, always listens to you when you talk and always has a little something for you. The way he looks at you, the hand that tucks a lock of hair back behind your ear, or the fact that he's always texting to see if you're home after school, as he can't always take you home because of volleyball practice, makes your heart skip a beat.

And you suddenly realize, as your gaze catches his, that you've never told him you loved him before.

He seems to notice your confusion because of your prolonged silence.

— Are you all right ? He asks, frowning worriedly.

— I love you.

The words come out and you can't help the blush that colors your cheeks. He seems surprised by your confession at first, before smiling gently and taking your hand in his.

— I love you too. He says, gently kissing your knuckles.

You are definitely in love with this man. And the way he gently clasps your hand in his will make your heart beat terribly fast.

Until Oikawa surprises you. From then on, he'll pester you both to death until Iwaizumi sends his foot up his bum.

No, really, some things won't change.

× 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢 ×

You're a ball of energy. Always jumping and running around with a big smile on your face. So no one expected you to fall in love with Akaashi and for it to be mutual. Even though Akaashi is used to being with his energetic captain, he treats you very differently from him. Who, by the way, grumbles a lot, because he thinks it's unfair that you're entitled to softness when he's only entitled to tired sighs.

It makes you laugh to see the two of them interact.

Sometimes, you also bother Akaashi with Bokuto. But again, the treatment you receive is very different. Your boyfriend gently pulls both of your cheeks while you look like a globe fish.

But you always know how to forgive yourself. You tend to drown him in hugs and kisses, which he does not refuse at all. And you love the way he's been with you and no one else. It makes you feel so special that you only love him more.

— I love you.

— I love you too.

He said as he laid his lips on yours, his hand on the back of your skull, the other gently stroking your cheek.

These are the moments you really prefer.

× 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 ×

Before a match, you always go to the locker room to see Daichi and wish him good luck. Sometimes you bring him a good-luck charm, a piece of candy, anything. Just to see him for five minutes and cheer him on with all your might.

As team captain, his role is to be mentally strong throughout their matches. He can't afford to falter. His teammates are counting on him. So seeing you come and bring him your presents helps Daichi relax. He likes the way you try to distract him from his doubts.

Sometimes you just come over and give him a hug or a chastening kiss on the cheek with a huge smile.

Today is no exception. But today is a little different. Karasuno is about to take on Shiratorizawa. You can feel the stress emanating from each of Daichi's teammates, at different levels. As he spots you, he smiles gently and pulls you into a quiet corner.

Although he doesn't show it, you're getting to know him. His posture is stiffer than usual as he looks at you gently.

— You know, you don't have to pretend in front of me. I'm not one of your teammates.

As you say this, you gently caress his cheek. Your words seem to catch him off guard, as he first shows a surprised expression before returning your smile, leaning against your hand.

— You're right.

— I'm always right. I say amused. I love you.

— I love you too. Thank you for giving me strength.

He gently kisses your hand before turning back to his team, much less tense and stressed than before your discussion.

𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚝 :

× 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐢 ×

— I love you.

If you didn't know him, you'd think he didn't hear you or consciously ignored you.

But that's not the case. You know he heard what you said. How ? It's pretty simple. The way his shoulders have slightly braided, the way he avoids your look and especially, the tip of his ears wonderfully red.

And you love that side of him. That way he looks away, incredibly embarrassed in your words. These are the only times when Tsukki loses his language and does not reply sarcastically.

And you, well, it amuses you.

— I love you veryyy much, do you know that ? You whisper playful, in one ear. Very Veryyy much !

Generally, Tsukkishima will not answer you, much too embarrassed to do so. But, and even though he's probably never gonna tell you, he likes you to tell him. Because he doesn't reject you. Sometimes, he even pokes at you as an excuse to carry your bag or take you home.

— Tch... you are so clumsy that you will fall down the stairs with your bag.

— Thank you Tsukki~

No, you definitely love to bother him. And you're most likely one of the only people with Yamaguchi who has the right to do so.

× 𝐔𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 ×

— I love you.

Truth be told, you don't even know if he understands what you're telling him. He's not answering you, just looking at you.

Sometimes you find it hard to believe that this huge champion who is either said to be a sentimental handicapped person is your boyfriend. And yet, that is indeed the case.

However, even if he doesn't let anything appear, you know that despite everything, he listens to you. Maybe it's the way he looks at you, or the fact that he sometimes offers you a candy without saying a word, the fact that he leaves you his jacket.

Or maybe that's the way he says he has every reason to win when someone challenges him and he looks at you.

So you don't worry too much. Because after all, he's by your side, and that's enough for you.

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calkills · 6 months ago

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A Midterm Meltdown

a haikyuu college smau ! (btw it's a harem so we got all the favorite boys, dw. there will be a different ending for each boy)

warnings for the whole series / swearing , suggestive at times but nothing explicit , heavy pining , college people being college people , drinking , smoking

chapter I - fumbling the bag

If you had a quarter for every time you were hit on at the campus vending machine you would have 2 quarters, which is weird that it's getting so common.

standing near the big machine by the exit door of the large campus, you fumble with the small bag of change you keep in your backpack as you pull some out to put in the big box. metal coins clinking against it being the only noise around, spare for the light laughter of friends walking in the back, others sat at the fountain in the middle of campus talking over lunch.

pulled back into reality by a cough from your right side you blinked owlishly before turning your head, being met face to- well, chest as the figure began to speak while you turned your head up to look at the man.

"hi, um. you're really pretty." eyes carding over his features, you barely heard what he said as you took notice of his black and white locks, a slight wave to them as they hung in his face, damp due to the heat though it was barely a few days into May. what really struck you was his bright yellowish eyes seeming like an animal that you couldn't quite place. trying to ignore the way his full cheeks had an almost unnoticeable glow as you piece together words in your mind to respond after realizing you were taking too long to.

"oh, thank you. you too." those were the only words you were able to make sense of in your head before the whirring of the vending machine let you know that your drink had been dispensed. whipping your head back over you reach down to grab the melon flavored Ramune that was surely shaken up from its fall. standing up and facing the eccentric looking guy in front of you, you gave him a respectful and curt bow before walking past him, now taking notice of his friend who stood just a bit behind. looking up from his phone he gave a nod of his head as you did the same, his short black hair shifting on his head and his striking greenish-blue eyes unblinking as he looked back down to his phone, brows furrowed as he stared at the device like it was holding his sister hostage.

as you passed the two men you furrowed your brows and bit your bottom lip in embarrassment, mentally punching yourself in the face as you trailed down the sidewalk, damned drink in hand. finally pulling up to your dorm you jiggled the key through the lock and let out the worlds loudest sigh, slamming the door open.

an orange haired boy jumped slightly as he stayed in his seat and never broke his eyes from the volleyball game that was playing on the small TV near him. he sat on the 2 seater couch placed underneath his bed on his side of the room. he could tell that the girl was in her feelings and was in one of those moods where if he looked over at her and made eye contact she might fold him over three ways to Sunday. so instead of imploring her issues too deeply he simply asked, "what's up with you?"

practically throwing your bag on the ground near your bed and crawling onto it, spread eagle on your back, you groaned and spoke, "a whole grown man came up to me at the vending machine and said I was pretty and I said 'you too' and left. he was so fine too.." rubbing your hands over your face and letting out a whine, you reach for your phone to absentmindedly find something to distract you from the insane fumble just moments earlier.

silently reaching to hand Hinata your Ramune to open the carbonated drink you unlock your phone and scroll Twitter. the boy takes the beverage and pops the marble down into it, slightly fizzing at the pressure. his eyes still focused on the game in front of him as he silently handed it back to you before mumbling, "that shit's tragic, [name].."

"fuck you..." you replied back before your eyes stuck on a post, the person in the profile picture seemingly so familiar as you read it over before you recognize the two as the ones from the vending machine.

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webco-dawnn · 19 days ago

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Shiratorizawa Hcs !!

This posts includes hcs about Ushijima Wakatoshi, Tendou Satori, Semi Eita, and Shirabu Kenjiro. I apologize for the short post and short selection of people, I'm just not too sure how to characterize the rest of them..

Ushijima

When you two first get together, he isn't really sure what to do since he hasn't had any past relationship experience. So he tries to take it slow. He's a little too nervous to kiss you, so he just decides on hand holding for now. And you bet he's gonna be holding your hand for a while.

He's not too good with his words, not really knowing how to voice his emotions or what words to describe the way that he's feeling, so his love language is physical touch and gift giving. He'll often give you little trinkets that he finds that reminds him of you, or he'll just come up from behind you and wrap his arms around his waist, pressing a kkiss to your temple. (Once you two have gotten comfortable in your relationship, he finds it's easier kissing you now since he's not as nervous as before)

Ushijima's hand is LARGE compared to yours. Like, seriously, he's like a giant compared to you. When he puts his hand on your thigh, his hand covers most of your thigh, when you two are holding hands, your fingers are usually engulfed by his.

He's not the type to get jealous easily, but he does get a little jealous when you're talking to someone else without him. He'll try and hold off on showing his jealousy, but he can't take it any longer and eventually just walks up to you, holding your hand without saying a word.

Tendou

He'll be really scared to confess to you. He's scared he's too ugly or weird-looking and that you'll laugh in his face when he confesses. Due to the bullying in his past, it hasn't made it easy to make friends, so he's just glad he has you. He doesn't want to confess in fear of ruining the friendship between you two. But when you come to him and tell him how you feel, he's pleasantly surprised. He just kinda stays there for a moment before smiling and telling you how he feels as well.

When you two start dating, he starts to get a little more affectionate. He'll hold onto your hand or your arm, sneak in a little more compliments directed to you, (he already compliments you a lot) and, if you'll let him, he'll draw little stars and other shapes on your hand while you're doing something else.

When Tendou has a bad day, he always comes to you for comfort, since he knows you'll be the one to give him the reassurance he needs. He'll sit down right next to you, letting his head fall onto your shoulder as a sigh escapes his lips. You usually pull him closer, sometimes even into your lap, and just hold him. Tracing shapes into his back while asking him what went wrong about today.

Semi

When you come over to his house, he'll show you his guitar and even play a song for you. His voice is angelic as he sings carefully picked out words in the phrasing of a poem specifically for you. He'll strum the guitar with gentle, carefuly hands. He'll even show you how to play the guitar and the song he wrote for you.

Semi thinks of you late at night, and usually the thought doesn't go away until he sees you again. So, to help him get through his nagging thoughts, he makes multiple playlists specifically for you. All filled with love songs or songs he thinks you'd like. He'd listen to the playlist for the whole night, eventually falling asleep to it. He sends you the link to it the next morning in hopes you'll like it. You always like his playlists.

He'll call you many pet names. Babe, sweetheart, darling, babygirl/boy. Just whatever you can think of, he'll call you. When he first did it, it just kind of slipped out. He called out for you to ask you for some help on something, but instead of calling out your name, he just called out "babe." He was so embarrassed about it, but was relieved when he found out you liked it. He just likes to see you happy.

You two often have late night calls that last for hours. It starts with one of you saying, "I couldn't sleep," which was true at first, but now it's just an excuse to talk to each other. You'll ramble on about different topics, and so will he. His topics usually consist of upcoming practice matches in volleyball, upcoming gigs he had at restaurants or shops to play his music, or sometimes even you. He'll just go on a rant about how much he loves you, complimenting every part of you, calling you beautiful from head to toe.

Shirabu

Shirabu doesn't know how to talk about how he feels. He has no idea how to start a conversation with you about how much he loves you, he doesn't know when to compliment you even if he's currently thinking of a million different compliments when you two are talking, he just doesn't know when to say it. Which is why he'll often put the many thoughts, compliments, words of adoration and affection into letters and poems that he'll write you after school, sticking them in your locker the next morning. He makes sure to sign his name at the bottom, a heart added next to it. He knows it sounds super cheesy, but he can't help it.

He doesn't like PDA too much since he knows his team is full of a bunch of nosy teenagers. He doesn't like it when people pry into his business like that. So he often doesn't hold your hand in public or anything, not wanting his team to find out about you two. But as soon as you two are alone- most likely in his room after school- he can't keep his hands to himself.

Shirabu isn't too good with his feelings, so he does get defensive often, but quickly puts his walls down when he realizes how he's acting to you. He doesn't use pet names since those make him feel awkward. If you like them, he'll try to use them, but it's just not for him.

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cactus-stories · 3 months ago

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妖怪 - Satori Tendou x Fem!Reader

Angst and Fluff || Fem!Reader || Chapter 3: 2.1k words || Read it on AO3

Chapter 1: Posted here

Chapter 2: Posted here

You were almost at the door frame, when you heard a voice calling you from a few feet behind you.

»»————- ♡ ————-««

Turning around, you were surprised to see your red-headed classmate stand a few feet away, a small box in his hands, wrapped in red lace, making a cute little bow, and eyes focused on you. You cocked your head inquisitively, watching as he extended the box in your direction.

To an outsider, he probably looked pretty nonchalant about the whole thing, his face not giving away any clear expression, one hand in his pocket while the other held the box. But the area around his fingers was starting to crumple slightly, his knuckles white with how hard he was holding it. You couldn’t help but find it really cute.

Smiling shyly at him, you took a step closer, taking the box from him, watching as his posture relaxed, his hand coming back to rest next to his body and a quiet sight leaving his lips. He opened his mouth after a moment, words almost getting out, when you both heard a snicker coming from behind him.

“Aww, how cute! The Youkai has a crush!” the fakely sweet voice made your blood boil.

You noticed his hand trembling slightly, his face coming back to that blank expression and mouth closing again, staying silent as the sound of other people whispering around them became louder. You had no idea what to do, but you knew that, if you kept acting so shy, Tendou would get the wrong idea, and you didn’t want to hurt him.

Looking at his face again, he still had no discernible expression, but you could almost feel how hard it was for him to keep his composure. Mustering all of your courage, you took a deep breath, doing your best to ignore everyone around and do what you’ve wanted to do for a while now.

“Thank you, Tendou!” stepping forward, you hugged him tightly, resting your head on his chest and hearing his heartbeat fast in your ear. “I love it!”

He hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, relaxing into your touch, his features softening as he rested his head on top of yours, not entirely sure of what to do. You didn’t expect this to go as well as it did, but Tendou was surprisingly comfortable to hug, his warmth spreading to you and a soft smell of cocoa and cologne hitting your nose.

Hearing someone cleaning their throat, you separated in a rush, turning around to see your teacher watching the display of affection with a serious look on her face. Suddenly, the presence of your classmates around you was very noticeable, and you felt the heat rush to your cheeks.

You shot Tendou a quick smile and muttered a “talk to you later!”, getting inside the classroom and going to your seat in a hurry.

Neither of you dared to look at each other during class, him tracing his fingers slightly over the drawings on his desk, pretending to pay attention to the teacher, while you softly fidgeted with the ribbon, trying to contain a smile when you remembered the way he lit up after you guys hugged.

When lunch finally comes around, you find yourself unsure of what to do, slowly taking your lunch box out of your backpack and gathering your sketchbook and pencil case. You notice one of your sketches from yesterday still unfinished, grabbing a pencil and putting some details on the drawing of the volleyball team’s setter.

A knock on your desk makes you look forward, startled, seeing Tendou at the desk in front of you, sitting backwards on the chair with a smirk on his face.

“Semi-semi is gonna be honoured to know he’s your muse.” he gets up, unintentionally towering over you. “Wanna show it to him? I’m pretty sure he’s at the cafeteria right now.”

“W-What?!” you almost drop your pencil, looking at your sketch. “He’s not my muse, just… fun to draw…” it comes out as a mumble, face already heating up.

“Well, I think he’ll enjoy it either way, he’s already noticed you draw him anyways so-” the redhead shrugs, motioning with his head.

“He did?!” you get up, hugging your sketchbook, anxious. “I hope he doesn’t find it weird. I-I don’t draw only him though!”

Satori laughs, watching as you put away your sketchbook and lunchbox yet again, looking at him expectantly. You guys leave the classroom, various sets of eyes looking as you walk towards the cafeteria, unsure of what to do or what to say.

“So… you’ve been drawing on my desk, right?” he asks, leaving you speechless for a second. “Oh god, please tell me I’m not mistaken, that’d be so embarrassing!”

“No no, it was me, yeah!” you wave your hands in front of you, smiling lightly. “You seemed to like Shounen Jump, and your desk is always scribbled anyways, so it seemed like a nice idea.”

“Well, it was. A nice idea, that is.” Tendou smiled back. The both of you reached the team’s table at the cafeteria, receiving some curious glances. “Hey guys!”

“Hey, Tendou, mind introducing us to your friend?” the silver-haired setter asked, smiling at you. “I’m Semi Eita, nice to meet you.”

“That’s artist-chan! You know, the one who watches us play!” you waved at them, shyly. “She’s gonna sit with us today, scooch over, will ya, Ushi?”

The atmosphere was a bit weird, you didn’t know what exactly to do or who to talk to, but soon enough Semi started talking about a show he had watched the other day, and you listened curiously as the team debated whether it was worthy of watching or not. It was fun overall, and you even let out a few laughs here and there, a beaming Tendou next to you, chatting excitedly with his friends and occasionally checking on you to see if you were having fun.

Before you knew it, the bell rang and people started rushing back to class. You got up slowly, looking over at Tendou, who waited for you to finish cleaning up after yourself, and following him to your classroom. Before the both of you got in, the boy put a hand on your shoulder, averting his eyes.

“Hey, do you wanna walk to the dorms together later?” He looked nervous, but still tried to be confident. “I mean, you’re gonna watch us practice anyway, I might as well keep you company afterwards.”

“Sure!” you smiled, entering the classroom with him by your side. “I’ll meet you there.”

He smiled back at you and went to his seat. The boy seemed content with the situation, and not even the weird stares could taint his good mood, and you could hear him humming a tune until the teacher came in.

»»————- ♡ ————-««

Tendou was ecstatic, but also freaking out on the inside, and he could only hope you didn’t notice how nervous he felt. Classes passed in a second, and he found himself in the changing room of the gymnasium, teammates chatting excitedly about the pretty girl that had lunch with them earlier.

“I told you she was into you! Man, you’re a lucky guy, Tendou.” Semi patted him on the back, various approving nods from the rest of the group

following his words. “So, what do you plan on doing now? Any date ideas?”

“Leave it to me, Semi-Semi!” man, if feigning confidence was a sport, Tendou could be an olympic athlete. “I know just what to do!”

Practice was great, he was in a great mood the whole time, his blocks were on time, and he had a pretty girl watching him. Ushijima offered to do his part of the chores so he could leave earlier, and the redhead jumped at the opportunity, thanking his friend a million times before heading to the bleachers to meet his classmate.

“Drew any nice pictures of me?” the boy joked, looking at the sketchbook on the girl’s lap. “Ushiwaka looks really cool in that one!”

“I thought you guys cleaned the court after practice?” the girl questioned, closing the sketchbook and getting up, with a curious look.

“Yeah, but I got permission to leave early so I could take this pretty girl I saw on the bleachers to her dorm.” he smiled, watching as she averted her eyes, embarrassed. “Speaking of it, we should get going before it gets too dark.”

She nods, gathering her stuff and looking at him expectantly. They leave the gym, setting a slow pace after a few seconds of awkward silence, before Satori decides to strike a conversation.

“So, what made you start coming to volleyball practice in the first place? You don’t really strike me as the sporty type.”

“Oh, it’s kind of a funny story.” she smiled, fidgeting with the strap of her bag. “My best friend is on the volleyball team back in Johzenji, he begged me for weeks to come watch one of their practices, even bribed me saying he’d pay for me to get my tongue pierced with him if I did. So I went, and turns out volleyball players are great models for quick sketching.”

“Wait, what? You have a tongue piercing?” he looked at her, surprised. “That’s so cool, can I see?”

She stuck her tongue out, showing him the small piece of jewelry in the shape of a heart, before continuing. “Yeah, we got matching ones, but he changed his to a simpler one after one of the guys started calling him ‘Loverboy’. I thought it was silly, but it’s okay, it’s the thought that counts.”

Satori laughed, watching as the girl stopped on her tracks, seemingly noticing something on the corner of her eye, turning her head towards the vending machine near the path they were taking.

“You wanna stop and grab a snack?” Satori asked, receiving an enthusiastic nod from the girl, before she grabbed his hand and started leading him to the machine.

“I saw they got the new greet tea kit kats, I really wanna try them!” she smiled, seemingly unaware of the boy next to her tensing up.

It wasn’t more than ten seconds, but the redhead felt his heart skip a beat, the warmth in his hand clinging even after the girl had let go, making him blush and avert his eyes, until he noticed her calling him.

“Which one do you want?” she tilted her head slightly. “The passion fruit ones are great too, and they seem like they’d be your style.”

“W-Well if you say so, I’ll have to try them. You want the green tea ones, right? My treat!” Before the girl could protest, he was already pushing a few notes on the slot, pressing a few buttons.

“Hey! You already got me chocolates today!” She took the chocolate from him. “How am I gonna show my gratitude now?”

“You can pay me back by holding my hand again while we walk to the dorms, I’d say that’s a fair trade.” Where did that come from? The boy was already regretting his words, startling as the girl held his hand, smiling at him.

“Well that’s pretty easy to do..” the warmth came back with full force, his face definitely beet red by now. “By the way, those were the best chocolates I’ve ever had! Where did you get them?”

“O-Oh, I… made them myself. It’s a-a hobby of mine…” he stuttered, still focused on how their hands fit nicely together.

“You did?!” she turned to him, chocolate in hand. “Tendou, that’s amazing! You’re really really talented!”

Before they realized, the two teenagers were in front of the girls’ dorm. The girl looked back at the building, sighing, before turning back to the redhead, a small smile on her face, hand still comfortably intertwined with his.

“Today was really nice, Tendou. Thank you, for the chocolates and for the company.”

“I should be the one thanking you, for everything, really.” he let her hand go, nodding his head towards the building. “Goodnight, artist-chan. See you tomorrow?” the redhead did his best not to sound too hopeful, his insecurities still keeping him from asking for more attention from the girl.

“See ya!” Getting on her tiptoes, the girl gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, before turning around and getting inside the building, keychains jingling with each step.

He put a hand to his cheek, savouring the moment, the image of the girl burned into his mind, and a stupid smile on his face. And, for the first time in a long time, his walk back to the dorms felt like walking on air.

@zbops @megumuro @adnamaya

(I tried to tag everyone who interacted with it back in the day, hope it's okay with you guys!! I AM SO SORRY IT HAS BEEN 3 YEARS LMAOOOO)

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brights-place · 7 months ago

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Tendou giving you a Sweet Treat !!

Pairings: Tendou X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Tendou being stupidly cute

A/N: Okay but Tendou in the future is a chocolatier and I love him for that! OML Imma smooch him ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕

- Tendou was always cheerful and loud, though a bit sardonic at times so He enjoys teasing you happily whenever so he couldn’t help but grin like an idiot whenever he see’s you.

- Always lazily wrapping an arm over your shoulder or waist as he chirped and spoke to you happily

- Tendou was never really interested in baking but when you made him so sweets on your last date he couldn't help but want to return the favour into baking some cupcakes for you

- So when he plopped down a box with a cute deisgn and wrapped with some pink cutesy design

- “Afternoon my loveeee! I brought you something” Tendou cheered with his usual sleepy expression with a stupid looking smile that you adored so much

- “what did you do Satori?” You snickered looking to the pink wrapped lunchbox as he slid it towards you stealing a Seat and sitting down infront of your desk holding his head in his hands

- Tendou smiled eyes looking to the box then back up to you as you smiled your hands pinching the tied knot of the cute wrap undoing it as you asked Tendou if he did something to the lunchbox as he shrugged

- “I swear Satori if it’s something horrifying I’m gonna jump you” you said as Tendou snickered “You can try”

- You couldn’t help but hesitate as he spoke “Aw come on! It’s not bad just open it… or maybe it is! Who knows” Tendou teased gesturing you to open the lunchbox as you sighed lifting open the box before pausing staring down at the cupcakes

- The cupcake looked amazing as you gaped looking up to Tendou and back to the cupcake then back up to him as he piped a brow

- The icing is a swirl of soft pink and pure white, creating a dance of soft colours perched atop is a tiny heart decoration The cupcake was wrapped in a pale pink wrapper adorned with an array of tiny hearts giving it a truly charming appearance

- “Tendou what the fuck…” Tendou paused “last names now? Do you not like it..?” You shook your head “No no it’s not that it’s just have you baked before this looks so good!” Tendou shrugged “I baked with my mum once or twice” you paused before picking up the cupcake eyeing it before raising it to your lips

- Your lips slight opened taking a bite of the cupcake as you froze at the mouthwatering taste the velvet vanilla sponge infused with a dreamy combination of smooth strawberry and rich chocolate tasted delicious.

- you couldn’t help but take another bite after another before looking to Tendou who smiled sweetly “Was it good?” “It was magnificent !! So not fair!” you pecked his cheeks as he froze before a red hue on his cheeks matched his hair

- “Tendou You should bake more.. it’s so good!” You said eyes sparkling as Tendou paused “Hmm.. maybe” he said looking away then back when he heard you complain while you were eating another cupcake “You really should! And you should also make me some more sweets if you continue to bake this stuff then I would stop giving you my burnt ass baking failures”

- Tendou laughed “but I love your burnt failures!” “Shuddap Satori!” You said annoyed as Tendou smiled at you with a soft smile

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jiuwi · 7 months ago

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HOW THEY ARE ON DATES ！

𖦹 ft. haikyuu men | cw: implied timeskip! in akaashi’s part

𖦹 TENDOU SATORI

top 1 date idea: ice cream dates ( second goes to arcade dates )

very competitive when it comes to arcade games. raises his hands in an “i’m innocent!” way when you lose to him ( he just likes to see you huff in annoyance )

in another occasion, he envelopes your body in an embrace and rests his chin on your shoulder. “let’s stay like this for a while.” he’d mumble while he lowers his head and buries his face on the crook of your neck.

after a moment of silence, he may or may not leave a tiny peck on the base of your neck before pulling away and staring directly at your eyes. he sighs, a content smile stretching upon his face, “thank you. god, i’m so lucky.”

𖦹 AKAASHI KEIJI

book store dates !!!!!

enjoys the peaceful environment inside the shop and often takes stolen glances whenever you’re immersed in the book you’re reading.

he finds you beautiful all the time, but there’s just something so special about you when you become so immensely interested in something. the way you purse your lips slightly as you scan over the pages, the way your eyes light up in amusement when you find the plot interesting, or simply when you turn to look at him with a wide smile on your face upon finding “the love of your life” ( book )

bonus: café dates (>ᴗ<) he picks you up from work and drives you to a local café to relax. ( indeed he’s akaashi “let me spoil you” keiji )

𖦹 BOKUTO KOUTAROU

i just KNOW your dates would include: cotton candy and amusement parks

would try to win all the game booths he can find to win you prizes. he’d win most of them, but some he failed to get ( 100% would feel like he failed you as a boyfriend )

he won you a ring pop and kept it a secret until you two rode a ferris wheel ( cliché i know but trust me )

“proposes” to you on the ride, and you gladly accepted, giggling as he slipped that tiny ring pop on your finger while he glanced up at you with puppy eyes.

bonus: he probably realized he was in love with you at that exact moment and made a promise to propose to you, properly this time, with a proper ring and a proper attire.

𖦹 KOZUME KENMA

dates with kenma are peaceful. you’d often find yourselves at home and cuddle while watching movies.

he loves it when you play with his hair, combing the strands with your fingers.

he leaves soft pecks on your forehead, nose, and cheeks when you feel drowsy, relishing in the way you scrunch your nose and yawn silently.

“mmn, sleep well.”

covers you comfortably with his blanket while you sleep, often patting your back softly as he himself dozes off.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou #tendo x reader #tendou x reader #tendo satori #tendou satori #kenma x reader #kozume kenma #not proofread so apologies for any errors #(^-^)

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cottonlemonade · 3 months ago

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As your boyfriend flipped through the endless catalogue of possible movies to watch, his phone buzzed with a new message.

You were asking him to please bring you the towel you had forgotten in your bedroom. Before he put his hand on the bathroom door handle though, he decided to be a menace.

“Delivery!“, he called out, and was sure he could actually hear you roll your eyes.

“Thanks, can you just throw it in?“

“Why?“

“Babe.“, you sighed.

“What do you need the towel for anyway? You can come out, I‘ve seen you naked before, ya know.“

“Yeah, I‘m aware.“

“Then I don‘t see the problem.“

“Satori…“

He giggled at your exasperation.

“I would make a mess on the floor and I’m getting cold and am still very wet.“

“Your solution is right here, just waiting for you. Just come and get it.“, he teased.

When you didn‘t say anything, he hugged the towel to his chest and leaned with his back against the door.

Then he lamented, “Goddesses are meant to be worshiped, shnookums. How am I supposed to do my duty as a humble worshiper if my goddess remains behind closed doors?“

“Please, babe, I‘ll do anything, just give me the towel.“

“I will if you answer these riddles three.“

The door opened and he tumbled backward, caught himself, then turned with his signature grin.

Your boyfriend all but licked his lips as his eyes wandered slowly over your body, practically salivating at all the squishy places he‘d love to grab.

“You look ravishing.“, he said with a wink before the towel was snatched from his hands and he was pushed back out of the room.

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onlytendoguesses · 6 months ago

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Telltale Tokyo || Tendo Satori

est.bf!Tendo Satori x est.gf! Reader

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Genre - Fluff

Summary - All Tendo wants is to go for a run, but when he finally gets home to his girlfriend, he may have gotten much more than he bargained for.

Spotify - Telltale Tokyo

Word Count - 4.4k

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‘You’ve got another thing coming if you think you're getting out of this, Y/n!’

The front door slammed against the wall as Tendo swung it open.

‘Not answering my texts or calls, leaving me high and dry, do we really need me to miss you any more than I already do?’

If he had his way he would kidnap you from your law firm and make you a partner in his factory. The job would come with part ownership, unlimited potential and… perks.

‘Y/n?’ His smile wide and a spring in his step, he yelled out again as he gave the open plan apartment a once over.

He had been patient about your reluctance to get back into running for far too long.

You were making great progress up until the recent flu season, and you were out for two weeks with a bad cold. Any athlete knew a two week break was as good as pushing the restart button.

Tendo also knew you were eager to get back in the gym full time. But the heavy chest and cough that the flu had left behind needed to clear out first. Since then your evenings consisted of walks, and light jogging.

The desired effect was met, but you wouldn’t budge about running; having always hated that form of cardio.

Before the flu you'd had a steady pace that you didn't waver on out of pure discipline, but getting you back to it had been a pain in the ass.

For days he’d been pushing the subject, until you finally ran out of excuses and relented.

He was excited to leave the factory early and get his running shoes on. To him there was no comparison to that type of refocus. The air in his lungs, the feel of his rushing pulse and the urge to keep his legs going long after they had reached their limit.

It was good for clearing the head.

His smile dimmed down as the seconds ticked by without an answer.

The silence he was met with when he entered your apartment was out of character but not above being part of one of your grand schemes to escape cardio for the day.

You weren't in the kitchen or the lounge area. The TV was silent and the terrace door shut. The sliding door and at least some of the windows were always open when you were home.

It was an aesthetic thing. The fresh oxygen from your plants outside, the chilly wind from your highrise apartment, the open air somehow breathing new life into the atmosphere.

You had that in common, needing the sharp clarity. The slap on the wrist from nature to pause in your thoughts and appreciate the present time.

Your penchant for working hand in hand with the universe and going with the flow made more sense to him than you realized. He just had a more direct approach to things.

He was Tendo Satori. World renowned chocolatier and infamous Guess Monster of the volleyball court from his heyday in Shiratorizawa Academy. Bypassing the bullies, the weird looks and the rejection – he did what he wanted, when he wanted and didn't let any form of the word ‘no’ phase him. Returning to Tokyo had been the best decision he’d ever made too. It was the reason he’d found you.

He paused; his confusion palpable.

Glancing down at the compact shoe stand just inside the doorway, he noticed your day shoes were still present and your house shoes weren't. So you were definitely in here.

‘I will find you.’ He stated more softly as he kicked off his shoes and closed the door behind him. There was no doubt about it.

Making his way through the layout of your apartment that was now second nature, he noted that there was no brew of coffee in the air either. You usually have a cup every few hours.

The narrow hallway leading out of the lounge housed doorways to your bedroom, bathroom and study. He would bet his money on any of them.

But on further inspection of the study and bathroom, the doors were wide open - and unoccupied.

The slightly ajar door of your bedroom was a telltale sign, but every game of hide and seek needed a bit of time to play out. Where was the fun in winning early?

Pushing the door open, knocking being an unnecessary politeness at this stage, his smile was returned to him at the sight he was met with.

The only light in your bedroom peeked from between two closed curtains that covered a wall span of mid-level to ceiling high windows. The sundown rays barely reached the foot of the bed, leaving most of the room in evening shadow.

The double bed in the center of the room sat between a one seater against the wall, a tiny dresser for your nighttime essentials and your current read of the week.

He walked into the room, taking care to avoid the pillows that were thrown haphazardly to the floor. His presence blended into your personal bubble that had already grown accustomed to him.

There you were in the middle of the bed. Scattered across your pillow was your hair, your eyes closed and your breaths uneven as your body curled up in a fetal position around a particularly large pillow.

On instinct his eyes scanned the MSBY Black Jackals team calendar stuck on the side of your bedroom cupboard. The 17th of July. He sighed softly. It was that time.

His change of plans were immediate. No longer was running and a healthy meal on the agenda. It was time for comfort and calories.

Softly stepping around the pillows, he had spied your phone upon entering and turned it over to see a number of unread messages both from him and a few friends. But nothing seemed too urgent, no one more important.

As far as he knew, you definitely attended work, so you either started cramping later in the day or probably stuck it out until you got home.

The battery percentage was 42% so he plugged your phone to charge and kept it on silent taking care to turn it over again for when the screen lit up with notifications.

Leaving the room, he made quick work of ordering food instead of opting to make it himself because he was not sure of how long you hadn't eaten and he would rather keep his focus on you.

He squinted at his phone, caught between spicy ramen or spicy chicken or spicy tuna. You liked all three and all were comfort food and he knew of two different establishments that would be happy to add on. A lightbulb went off in his brain and he pulled up a frequent contact.

‘Onigiri Miya, how can I help you?’

‘Ushiwaka!’ Tendo whisper yelled. ‘Can I get an urgent delivery?’

‘Uh… sure, please state your order, name and address, Sir?’

Tendo’s left eye twitched. ‘Wakatoshi.’ He replied slowly. Mildly offended that his best friend did not recognize his voice.

‘... Yes, that is my name, please state yours and what I can get for you?’

Tendo slapped his forehead. ‘It’s Satori!’

On instinct he looked toward the door of the bedroom, hoping he didn’t wake you up.

‘Tendo.’ Wakatoshi Ushijima stated over the phone line, Tendo understood it was partly a greeting.

He sighed loudly, squeezing his eyes to shut out the need to fight with Ushiwaka over the phone. ‘Would you be able to schedule a delivery for two platters in the next 20-30 minutes?’ He knew you would want options and sushi would be the most filling and binding enough to tide you over till tomorrow.

‘Yes. We can squeeze in a drop off for that time. Should I tell the kitchen the spicy tuna rolls are for y/n?’

Tendo scoffed. Y/n he remembered easily. He whistled out a breath. ‘Yes, please tell Samu it’s for y/n, Wakatoshi.’ Y/n was known for haggling Osamu for spicy tuna and any new spicy recipes and he would know how best to make her order.

‘Payment on delivery?’ Tendo offered after a few seconds of soft clicking and silence.

‘That would be perfect. Enjoy your evening Tendo.’

‘I’ll visit you at the shop soon.’ It was a mild threat.

‘Okay.’

The dial tone lasted a second before he clicked off.

Tendo’s eye twitched again as he continued looking at his cellphone, resisting the urge to throw it. Always so calm, collected and unphased was Wakatoshi Ushijima.

He whistled another breath, before dropping his phone on the kitchen counter and moving on to the rest of his tasks.

He put coffee to brew, noted that there was chocolate in the fridge and peeked into the bedroom one more time before he tore his shirt off to shower.

As he pulled his red hair back, a bulk of it in one of your hair ties, so it didn’t get too wet, he caught a glimpse of the outline of a curled up fox on his left rib cage. Long-tail curled around the small form of a female fox, sleeping soundly – his Y/n was just as simple, just as vibrant, just as feline, just as secure in his presence. The matching black fox with a slightly shorter tail sitting up with his ears perked would easily be found on your right shoulder blade.

The match was easily deduced, your connection unyielding, the loyalty unending. He would always have your back… you would always be close to his heart.

Love was very different with you. Somehow it didn't require too much effort to keep up. Were you stubborn, a bit controlling, easily swayed by emotions and headstrong about your opinions, sure. But you were adaptable. You heard him out, kept up with his antics and newly found hobbies and supported his idea to open his own chocolate factory too. A risky idea akin to becoming Willy Wonka and building a castle in the sky, but you supported him anyway.

The world was too big to be realistic but too small not to have firm foundations for any big dreams. And the middle is where you made yourself comfortable. You taught him it could be comfortable.

Conversation was easy. Fighting was hard. Like when you were offered a job at a new branch in a different region — a promotion to run it, and you refused because your heart was with him. He would have moved too, but by then he'd invested in his factory and he didn't like holding you back. Ultimately it was your decision.

Choosing you on your hard days, cooking dinner, letting you vent, providing input or just being there seemed to be everything for you.

Those nights, when tears leaked from the edge of your vision and you weren't strong enough to carry it all, you let it free. He found you then, his tongue lapping at the tears, his long fingers firm on your thighs, his teeth teasing, coaxing, driving you over while he held all your shattered pieces together.

Some days were harder than others. Like when machinery broke at the factory or someone put in the wrong quantity of ingredients ruining an urgent batch or even dispatching too much stock. A start-up that he needed to keep up with, he did his best, but some days his best just didn’t cut it.

Those days you let him swipe at you, let him taunt the reality of what was, his honesty a bit cutting, and unnecessary. But you curled into his side, never allowing him to push you too far away and when he worked his way out of his head, he would hold you as close as possible.

Making love to you on those nights were primal, edgy, kinky, nothing off the table, very few hard limits. And a combination of colors, your only lifeline to stay sane.

He was loud and rowdy. You were quiet and observant. But you could keep him in check and he could hear you in the silence.

Maybe days like these where you were overly sensitive and could cry at the drop of a hat were supposed to be harder. He didn't think so.

In honesty, he saw your monthly cycle from a mile away. Your boobs were sensitive, you looked a bit plush and rounded, your appetite seesawed between not hungry and ravenous and you were extremely restless and horny.

He knew you enough to notice the signs. And he would never tell you this, because you would hate it, but he loved when you were like this.

He didn’t mind the blood. The messy sheets and underwear. Making a last minute run for pads or tampons. And definitely didn’t mind a bit of blood on his cock when you asked him to make you feel a bit better.

When you were this vulnerable and sensitive and overwhelmed he was ready to grab a hold of you with both arms and keep you close. Feed you food. Share showers with you. Just overall dote on you and revel in the right to do every bit of it.

Plus, you already knew he had a thing for dacryphilia. It played a big role when orgasms helped with the cramps. First three days were either the best or the worst. He preferred the former over the latter.

It was not that you didn't let him take the lead on most decisions or consider him in every scenario, but some masculine pride had to be felt at the fact that in these moments, for these few days, you followed him blindly and without question.

Deep in his thoughts he didn't even notice he was on autopilot until he answered the door. He'd already had fresh clothes on, his hair slightly damp and skin flushed from a hot shower. A gray sweatpants he used when he stayed over and an old, frayed at the edges, purple shirt he had bought in Paris, easy material that you wouldn't find too abrasive against your skin.

Once done paying up and thanking the delivery guy, Tendo placed the food on the counter but didn't unpack anything yet.

He would usually take time to tease the person doing the delivery. Something easygoing, like receiving the order with his head upside down, or rising to his full height to be unnerving. If he was in a good mood he might make easy friends with them, provide unsolicited advice to the college goers or tell a mild secret about the volleyball professionals that would make Onigiri Miya an interesting hotspot for a few days. Then he would wait for a phone call where Y/n’s favorite Miya twin would sigh heavily, the simple action taking a lot of effort from the very composed male.

By now it was dark, the sun set at least half an hour ago, and the dull street light hue shone through the lounge. He drew those curtains, making sure no light peeked through. He knew your eyes tended to be sensitive to light and too much exposure would give you a headache, which would only cause you to be even more miserable.

Ticking the boxes in his head, as he switched on and dimmed the lights of the apartment, he unplugged the heating pad and made his last stop to the bedroom.

You had turned over to face the doorway and were a little awake, probably having heard all his shuffling.

He leaned against the door jam.

‘Hi.’ You said softly. A small strained smile on your face. He didn't like when you were in pain, but he masked the twinge of irritation he felt curl around him. Focusing rather on your voice and how you were feeling.

He knew how bad the cramps could get. And he didn't like how he could never fix it. Not yet anyway. A nine month break was a plan for the future.

He swallowed hard, doing his best to stop himself from imagining you with a round belly, a glow to your skin, his baby inside of you… the surge of protectiveness almost making him snarl. Dammit, it was not time to get you pregnant.

Instead he tilted his head to the side. ‘That bad, huh.’

Tears welled in your eyes at his words. He knew it was an involuntary reaction. You were frustrated, had every right to be too. But the irritation he originally thought he could handle could be felt in his taut cheeks.

‘Just a few days.’ You reminded him. A tiny attempt to make the inscrutable expression on his face soften.

‘Can I move you?’ He asked before he could help himself. He needed to be close. He needed you close.

You barely had time to finish a head nod before he made his way over and climbed gently onto the bed.

You expected him to curl up behind you and spoon. But he sat up against the headboard and as gently as possible brought your back to lean against his front.

The slight jostling had you moaning in discomfort. Your clothes were too abrasive. And you were both hot and cold. But the cramps in your belly were the worst. The type of pain that can't be pinpointed or fixed — just felt. It made you hypersensitive to almost everything.

‘Shhh,’ he soothed, his lips finding the top of your head. His kiss was a tender reassurance, making you feel completely together despite unraveling your senses even more.

You tensed slightly when his arms came around you and he placed the heat pack on your belly.

‘Mmmmh,’ you whined in slight relief as the heat seeped through your clothes. You gave yourself a minute before sighing and leaving your entire body weight to sag on your boyfriend.

You felt his smirk. ‘Better?’

Letting yourself lean against his shoulder, you hid your face in the crook of his neck and let the world disappear. ‘What would I do without you Satori?’

‘Exactly what you were just now.’ He replied easily, his fingers crawling up under your shirt and applying light pressure at your sides. ‘And somehow you would find the strength to take care of yourself.’ You groaned at the slight pressure, the pain from the cramps slowly becoming manageable. ‘Eventually.’ He added after a moment.

‘But,’ he stopped and one hand slid up your body to tilt your chin up. ‘I'm here to make it a bit better.’

He pecked you on the lips and let you relax again.

‘Reconsider,’ you teased. ‘This is almost every month for the rest of your life.’

‘I don't scare easily, baby.’ His answer was instinctive. ‘I'm the monster in the dark, remember.’

Awkward position aside, you tilted your head up again to peck his chin. A small reminder that you had accepted every single part of him a long time ago.

You both sat in silence, in the dark. Feeling each other's heartbeat align. His arms around you, strong and secure, his cheek pressed up against your forehead — like no other moment in the world could be more perfect.

‘There's food,’ he whispered after a few minutes, ‘coffee and chocolate. And a very famous chocolatier at your every beck and call.’

‘Spicy food?’ Appetite mood swings aside, your mouth watered at the option.

‘Osamu’s best.’

‘Belgian coffee?’ Only the best that he would bulk order for you.

He hummed.

You smiled to yourself this time. You had no choice but to count yourself lucky. ‘I might just be in love with you.’

‘Yeah? How can you be so sure?’ It was a very Tendo question. Where he knew, as you had both confessed months ago, but he would like an elaboration anyway.

‘Because… ‘

It may be more than a few months since you’d started dating, but how could you explain it without sounding insane? How could you say that you needed to hide yourself in the crook of his neck. That you needed his arms around you and his fingers intertwined with yours. How could you explain that his work cologne was strong but his clean Satori skin felt like home. That his body curled around yours and his lean legs that held firm on the outside of your thighs were a cocoon of safety. That Tendo Satori’s wit and humor and smile and song were a force to be reckoned with and your whole heart only ever craved more of him.

‘I want to turn you around so I can watch the emotions race across your features, but I'm trying to take care of you.’ His long index finger traced his name on the top of your thigh. The sensation tickled, and had you shivering in anticipation.

‘I'm thinking.’ You answered through clouded thoughts.

His chest shook with laughter. ‘Questioning if you love me? You do.’ The only reason you knew not to get offended was because he wasn't laughing at you — he'd never do that to you. His laughter was a Satori-trait. It didn’t always signify humor, rather a clear sign of his confidence, sometimes an acknowledgement, on the odd day… a dare.

‘I'm thinking about how I know I never want to lose you.’ You answered softly. ‘That I always want you with me when it gets tough, and I want to tell you first when things go right, and have you cheer for me in the same way you sing your song.’

‘What about how much you love me?’ He pressed on.

It was not love. It went deeper than that. He knew it too.

On surface level may seem simple, but Tendo Satori lived his whole life making peace with the fact that he chose not to flee and not to fight, he chose to just ‘be’ – he was a monster of a different kind. What did that make you, that you tasted his heartache on his lips and chose him anyway.

This time he did turn you around. His patience running thin when you didn’t answer.

He lifted you up easily, his lean body and muscle strength, aging like fine wine and strategically maneuvered your body so you straddled his lap, the heat pad stuck securely between your bodies and your arms finding purchase on his neck.

You winced slightly at the new position, but you also felt better being face to face. A serious conversation popping up in a very not ideal situation.

His big round eyes shined with mirth and… some other unnameable emotion. Something darker. A promise. And the vow to do absolutely anything to keep it.

He touched his nose to yours as you held eye contact. ‘You're never getting rid of me, you know.’ He pulled back and a slow smile grew on his face. ‘You have to love me.’ He blinked. ‘You have to love me alot.’

His tone mocking you playfully, purposely provoking, stirred up a need to lean in further and bite. ‘In fact, you have to marry me too.’

Your eyebrows shot up, not missing a beat before awarding him a response. ‘Are you proposing?’

‘I can if you want me to.’ He was nonchalant, his gaze now hooded. A sense of all-knowing overcoming his energy. Like you should consider it done if that's what you really wanted, but it would be a mere formality. ‘I can do the flowers in a heart on the floor.’ He brought one of your arms forward from around his neck. ‘I can do candles and fairy lights.’ He placed a tender kiss on the inside of your elbow. ‘I can get down on one knee.’ He snorted. ‘Or both.’ Then his fingers curled between your own and he met your eyes. His own, a quiet smolder of heat and resolution. ‘I can tell you how much I love you too, y/n.’

‘I didn't s—,’

‘You don't have to.’

His other hand snaked around the back of your neck and pulled you further into him. His face, a hair's breadth away from yours. ‘I can promise you forever.’ He whispered against your lips. ‘And a life together. And to stand with you until the very end.’

‘But most of all,’ he placed a tender kiss below your eye, removing the wetness you didn't seem to notice until now. ‘I'll remind you that I can't unlove you. That this scarred heart, this weird complex man, labeled for as long as he can remember, found a world within having you that he never wants to leave.’

You couldn't speak, your throat clogged with emotions too intense to unravel, a cloying need to cry and make sense of what you just heard, but you could only feel. ‘How ‘m I supposed to top that?’

His lips formed a triangle shape, mouth open and his teeth showing off a burst of happiness. ‘You say, yes.’

The single word was cataclysmic. It cascaded through you, all the many reasons you could never not choose him. His sharp wit, his daring nature, his competitive spirit and perspective on life. His weird hair and resilience to stand up after being pushed down, a force of nature in his love.

‘Say yes.’ You repeated back to yourself. There was never any question.

‘Say yes.’ He decreed. His focus entirely on your lips, the heat of his words waiting to fold into yours.

He waited. He didn’t prompt, tease or provoke… he just waited. And for a man that would do anything to get what he wants, that simple action was your undoing. ‘Yes, it is then.’

He captured his lips with your own and immediately the world spun on its axis.

Kissing Tendo Satori was like crossing a line you may never find your way back to. There were no sparks or fireworks in the background, just a deep need. It had the potential to be sickly sweet or bitter and dark, a chocolaty thickness that melted to an unhealthy point of no return. He was an addiction, his smile a borderline threat and demanding lips, a reminder that you no longer belonged to yourself.

‘Guess I have a label now too.’ You sighed softly when you came up for air.

His forehead touched yours, eyes closed, breathing hard. ‘What's that?’

You covered his heartbeat with your hand, making a silent promise of your own. ‘The girl that fell in love with a monster.’

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A middle blocker’s pride

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Life can be difficult. Accepting that your brother was moving to Paris and leaving you behind to handle your last year in high school alone was difficult. Getting into university and managing that along with a part-time job was difficult. Going on terrible dates in an attempt to follow the herd and find a mediocre partner was difficult.

But dating Suna Rintaro was easy.

He didn’t put that much energy into anything, except now and then when he made sure you knew he loved you. This year, that included two tickets for a romantic trip to Paris for your summer holidays. You had time off school and he had time off from the team, and you were especially thrilled because that location meant you could see your dearest brother again and introduce him to the love of your life.

Rintaro knew who your brother was, and he had told you that they played against each other once or twice in high school. You hadn’t been very into the volleyball scene and didn’t make it to most of the games, but you had laughed heartily at how Rintaro described Tendo Satori’s frustrating tactics.

Concerning that, you had called your brother and detailed exactly who you were in a relationship with, and he had revealed that he and Rintaro were rivals, seemingly destined to meet again but this time through you. You had laughed at that too, assuming it was just their competitiveness speaking.

But now you stood in front of the door to Satori’s apartment in Paris, hand-in-hand with Rintaro who held a large bouquet for the host, and you’re beginning to think that your boyfriend is putting a lot of energy into this.

Satori opened the door and you threw your arms up for a giant bear hug. “Satoriiiiii!” you cheered, laughing as he squeezed you before putting you back down.

“Miracle girl, and you-” Satori gasped dramatically when he finally made eye contact with a half-smiling Rintaro. “So we meet again,” he added like some Disney villain.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you under more, uhh-” Rintaro glanced at you and back at your brother. “pleasant circumstances.” He held out the flowers as well, hoping to silently hand them over.

“For me?” Satori asked as he ushered you inside the apartment before closing the door and engaging on a mission for a flower vase. “I see you’re charming your way into both Tendos’ hearts, but I must disappoint you. I can not steal you away from my dearest sister when she is so smitten with you.”

Rintaro laughed, a bit awkwardly you must admit, but still followed along into the kitchen. “Here I thought I scored a two for one,” he joked, and let me tell you, Satori cackled at this.

“Idiots. And don’t tell him I’m smitten! It’ll just go to his head,” you complained. Satori laughed as he stuffed the flowers in a much too plain vase for your taste, but it’s all he had for now. Satori scrunched his nose at you before going back to the food that was just simmering.

“I never really asked, how did the two of you meet?” Satori asked.

You and Rintaro looked at each other, and you had no choice but to tell the story yourself when you saw his smirk if only to ensure no unnecessary details were added or even made up. “I’ll tell you, it was quite the meet-cute.”

During your second month in university, you went to a volleyball game on a failed first date and that man was just plain nasty. When the game ended he kept whispering in your ear about taking you home to his place with a hand clutching your thigh, not particularly seducing when his breath could stink up the whole room. You excused yourself to the bathroom in a nervous rush, and as you tried to escape from him, you ran into Suna.

He looked up from his phone as you stumbled back a bit, and his eyes widened just a smidge when you mouthed ‘help’. You got nervous as his face seemed to stay apathetic until your date grabbed your arm from behind you and he finally stepped in.

Suna switched to a glare and directed it at your date. “So this is the man you’re trying to make me jealous with?” he said, and you tried your hardest not to focus on how attractive his voice was. Instead, you looked between the two a bit nervously. Suna seemed to notice your lack of following up. “You know I still love you,” he said and looked back at you.

You took a deep breath and turned to your date. “I’m sorry, I realise now that I’m still in love with him too.” It was said so robotically that Suna could swear he had never seen a worse actor in his life.

Thankfully, your date looked Suna up and down and decided it wasn’t worth it, scoffing before leaving you alone. “You’re not hot enough for this.”

You let out a deep sigh and closed your eyes, not yet noticing Suna’s smug grin. “I think you’re pretty hot, but you’re a terrible liar.”

“So basically, it was love at first sight,” you concluded, giggling as Rintaro started pushing your arm in protest.

Satori couldn’t deny the ache in his heart when you looked at Rintaro with the same adoration you used to hold for him, but it was accompanied by warmth as he knew you were loved the way you should be. He sighed dreamily at the end of the story, “Ahh, young love.” He finally moved the pots with the finished food over to the dining table, placing them on the coasters. It smelled pretty good, but you were more excited for the dessert.

You and Rin sat on one side of the table while Satori sat on the other, and Rintaro struggled with getting into the conversation. As he watched Satori tell stories about his life in Paris, he thought back to their previous meeting.

Suna breathed out sharply at the distant voice of the opposite team’s middle blocker, who was singing his heart out about crushing their spirits and breaking their hearts. Osamu laughed at his teammate, patting his shoulder harshly. “Letting him get to ya, Sunarin?”

He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he turned towards the redhead, also realising they were walking back on the court now. “A weirdo like that? Never.”

When Tendo rotated in front of him next, Rintaro scowled at the sight. He was dancing around after blocking their spike as if that was some great achievement. Suna could probably have played a better decoy for that one, but he found himself more annoyed with Atsumu for letting the guess-monster toy with their spikers.

So when he finally had the ball set for him, he used his classic tactics to twist and shove it right down on their side, not giving Tendo a chance to stuff it. As they landed back on their feet, they were face to face and the redhead squinted when Suna smirked. “You annoy me.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

Now, as the three of you were only halfway through your dinner because you kept laughing and yapping away, Rintaro finally let a soft smile fall on his lips. When you were with your brother, you seemed so… like yourself. It made him genuinely happy watching the two of you joke around, and he thought, maybe people who let themselves be a little weird are better off in the end.

So he jumped right into the conversation by adding onto one of Satori’s jokes, and the other man cackled again and pointed at Rintaro in something akin to validation. A warmth enveloped him when your hand found his on the table, rubbing your thumb over his skin and looking to the side at him with the warmest smile he ever received. He couldn’t help himself and leaned in for a quick kiss, making Satori pretend to gag before assuring you he was just joking. Rintaro laughed before holding up a napkin to cover you as he went in for a second one.

This wasn’t such a bad way to spend his energy.

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