#yuuji hq

[mrs-kodzuken]

Cherry pop tarts & dyed hair ♡

Pairing: Aged up!Yūji Terushima x fem!reader

WC: 1k

Genre: fluff

CW: fem!reader, fluff so much fluff it’s gross, baby boy yūji

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"Babe, I'm going to go use the bathroom." Yūji said from  beside me, letting go of my hand.

"Alright," I stared down at my phone, making a list of the things we needed to get. Which I probably should've done before we even arrive at the store to be honest.

Yūji wanted to go grocery shopping, and knowing him, he would most likely get lots of sweets instead of actual food that we needed.

I added Poptarts to the list so I could get his and my favorites. I looked back at the men's bathroom door; it wouldn't hurt to leave him there, right?

Shrugging to myself, I grabbed a grocery basket and made my way towards the food aisles. He's a grown man after all.

I had been mindlessly walking around, adding things we needed to the basket like eggs, milk, and such.

My phone had died a couple minutes ago, so I was just trying to remember what we needed by memory.

I hadn't brought my charger with me because it's a grocery store. Let's just hope my mom doesn't call; I'll definitely get an earful if I don't pick up that phone call.

I recited what we needed from memory which lead me to absentmindedly walk through the aisles looking for something that we might need.

One thing I do remember is that I wanted to get poptarts. I headed towards the breakfast aisle and started my walk to our favorites.

Looking at the boxes, I decided to get cherry for me and cinnamon for Yūji. We both swore to never eat each other's poptarts; that was forbidden in our house.

Being in a relationship with Yūji was pretty amazing actually. He wasn't a player, as most people say because I've heard lots of rumors about that.

He's actually really sweet and childish but it can be cute sometimes.

I set the boxes in my basket and continued walking down the aisles to see if any of the foods jogged my memory.

Something I did remember was that we were running low on popcorn and ice cream due to our excessive movie nights.

Even though I wasn't much better than him when it came to sweets, I knew how to control myself.

I placed a big box of popcorn in the basket and mint ice cream in it as well.

Suddenly the intercom broke from the music, "(Y/n) (L/n), your child is at register three."

I furrowed my brows, I'm definitely sure I don't have a child. It could possibly be a different (Y/n) (L/n)? But most likely not, not with the name I have.

I took my sweet time to get there, I was met with Yūji pouting on a bench.

I smiled really big, rolling my eyes while walking over to him.

"Hi, baby," I said, pressing my lips against his forehead.

"You left me," he whined, looking up at me. God, he is such a child sometimes.

I chuckled, "You said you had to use the bathroom; you didn't tell me to wait." I pointed out to him taking his hand in mine.

I heard him groan at me, "Oh hush, you're like a big baby sometimes, Yūji." I smirked, knowing that that would make things straighten up.

It always did. But this time it seems as if he was whiner than ever. "You can't say anything because I'm your baby."

He wrapped his arms around my waist while I continued walking. He squeezed me a bit, and I lightly slapped his arm.

"No, PDA, there could be children, Yūji." I warned him as he released his arms from my waist and held my hand.

"Is this better?"

"Why yes, yes it is."

I could feel his gaze on me as we walked together.

"Yes, Yūji?" I asked, wondering if we needed laundry detergent or not.

"You're so pretty." I looked at him as if he were out of his mind. He would compliment me every day, but it seems today was an extra-complimentary one.

"Are you feeling okay today, babe?" I raised my hand up to feel his forehead. He leaned in and nuzzled his face into my hand.

"I just love you so much." He pulled me towards him, and I heard the erratic beating of his heart.

Luckily, I didn't see anyone else in the aisle with us.

"I love you too, Yūji." smiling into his chest; he was definitely extra loving today.

"Can we cuddle when we get home?" His voice was muffled since his head was buried in my neck. I shivered at the feeling.

"Oh crap, I just remembered. My phone is dead. I need to charge it. Do you want to check out now so we can cuddle later?" He nodded furiously, and I chuckled. How adorable he is sometimes.

"You're such a baby, Yūji." Before he could complain, I finished my sentence, "But you're my baby, so it's okay."

Yūji smiled brightly and held onto my hand as we walked out of the store after finishing bagging our groceries. I always loved when he was like this.

I set the bags down and started putting everything away in our cupboards. I had asked him to set up a fort and movie so I could get the food ready.

Yet again, we are having another movie night. I grabbed the hot bag of popcorn from the microwave and added it to a bowl.

Then I took the tub of ice cream with a spoon and headed into the living room.

"Are you ready?" I smiled as I climbed it, setting the food down.

"Obviously."

He played the movie while I fed him ice cream. I saw some of the flavored ice cream lightly dripping from his mouth.

Acting on instinct, I leaned forward and licked his lips.

Yūji's face was priceless; he'd be the one who'd always do something like that.

"What? You had ice cream on your lips." I shrugged and paid attention to the movie, ignoring him.

"Yeah, but I wanted to lick it off."

I rolled my eyes and then purposely and messily ate a spoonful of ice cream. Glancing towards him, I watched him watch me.

He leaned in and licked my lips back, "So sweet," he mumbled when he was done.

"Well, obviously it's ice cream." I smiled and leaned into him, focusing on the movie as he played with my hair.

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” on Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you want more!

the header is from haN ` ` on Pinterest

[minbells]

Men who are a little bit dumb (it’s cute though), but who would do anything for you. He can’t remember any important dates, never really performed well academically, and naivety is his second name — but he is a lover.

You always have to remind him of appointments (which can be a struggle in itself since sometimes you barely remember your own). You don’t have enough fingers and toes to count the number of times he planned a date with you only for you to gently remind him of the dentist appointment he had that same day (so many dinner reservations and concert tickets gone to waste). He always makes it up to you with an extra date the next week, lots of kisses and chocolate as a token of his appreciation for putting up with his tendency to let those kind of things slip from his mind. You don’t mind his forgetfulness though since it’s so obvious how much he loves you. In a sea of forgotten dates and appointments, he never fails to remember your birthday, important events in your career, and your anniversary. He even circles the dates in glittery red on your shared calendar, which makes you feel a little bit special.

He buys you flowers every week — or picks whatever he can find in the wild, flowers are expensive after all — he defends your honour like his life depends on it, looks at you like you hung the moon and stars, and he always takes pictures of you. He’s your number one fan and hype man. He might be a little bit of an airhead, but he knows how to treat you right and he’s far from clueless when it comes to romance.

For instance, kisses and hugs. He is a huge cuddle bug, and you’re on the receiving hand of about thirty kisses every day he spends with you; on your cheek, your forehead, your hand, your neck, your lips, there’s really no stopping him. He’s the type to make you meaningful playlists with love songs that reminds him of your relationship, buy your favourite candy and win plushies for you at the local amusement park. Movie marathons are also a go-to date-night for him. He’s the best workout buddy too, full of praise and admiration for you, hearts in his eyes. He’s all muscles and not much brain, but his heart is so pure that you couldn’t care less (plus he’s so buff, like what’s with this gorgeous man).

itadori yuuji, kaminari denki, kirishima eijiro, bokuto kotaro, connie springer, reiner braun, denji, shinazugawa genya, + all your favs.

[galaxyfever]

6:40 pm

"Babe, wake up."

You sleepily hummed, "...What?"

"Wake up."

"Why are you awake?"

"The sky is awake, so I am awake, that is why-"

You immediately interrupt him, "Please stop and go to sleep."

He whined and clung onto your arm, "But babe, I have to ask you a really important question!"

"Can this not wait until morning?"

"Nope, it cannot!", even if your eyes are closed, you know he has that stupid grin on his face.

You sighed, there is no point in arguing with him after all, "What is it?"

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

. . .

Peeking at the digital clock on your bedside table, you pulled the covers closer to your chin.

2:47 am.

"No. I hate insects."

He gasped, "Excuse you, worms are not insects!"

Deeply sighing, you turned away from him, "Insects, invertebrates, doesn't matter. Both are disgusting."

"Even butterflies?"

"Especially butterflies."

He huffed and snatched the cover from your side, "I thought you loved me!"

You sighed again and pulled back the covers, "I do love you. and I will continue to love you forever. As long as you're human. Isn't that enough?"

Maybe a little bit of flattery will help you to get your sleep back?

You knew he got flustered, but it is him, your beloved boyfriend, and he knew how your brain worked.

"No, you need to love me in every form."

"Life is not the bee movie, babe."

He turned away from you, "You are so mean."

Your eyes finally opened.

The topic was finished(?) and you could finally fall asleep, but was it worth waking up with a stingy boyfriend in the morning?

Definitely not.

You buried your face in his back and wrapped your arms around his waist, "I'll love you if I was a worm too. We'll be a worm couple and have worm babies. Happy now?"

He didn't say anything for a few seconds before clearing his throat, "Y-you are just saying that."

Grinning, you planted a kiss on his nape, "Goodnight, babe."

GOJO, Yuuji, RANPO, Dazai, NIKOLAI, Kaiser, Bachira, Kurona, Reo, ATSUMU, Oikawa, Bokuto, free to add!

I always liked this idea, but the flow of this drabble is so bad TT so might edit someday, thanks for reading anyways<33

[queenkeiji]

terushima made sure he had an evidence 👍🏻

my piece for @/haikyuphcse! ☀️

[jasminebythebay]

gonna make some haikyuu captain stickers soon wahoo

[samubytheocean]

that thin line of making out

You want it, you’re pretty sure he wants it too. So what do you do when nobody has the courage to make the next move?

Suggestive fluff, maybe smut

His hands are gripping your shirt, so tight just enough for it to wrinkle and ride up your soft skin. It’s funny, because at the same time he is laying down facing you, with this some wall between. But his tongue feels so desperate, and that thin line of sanity you can feel it on his lips. It’s been how long? Hours? You don’t even know. There’s chills along with spit running down your jaw of constant making out. Correction; just. making out.

The feeling of numb lips, an unfamiliar feeling, shoots down into your spine. The fact that you can now recognize his heavy breathing- for it’s basically yours at this point- makes the warmth between your legs pool, and you’re just praying that it’s not seeping through your shorts. He hasn’t even touched away from your shoulders yet.

Your hands are gripping his face, and you can feel every vibration from his throat on your fingertips. Soft hitches of groans escaping into your mouth, it seems to echo back to his, however hard you’re even to keep it down. There’s sweat all over- shit, it might be the spit, you don’t know- and the room feels so hot it’s dizzying. You carefully experiment your fingers- tiptoeing down to his neck, hoping your slow movements won’t give away what you’re thinking.

It’s a weird feeling. You’re so content in this moment, feeling him all around you. Your hands are glued where they are, and you’re holding onto your sanity for dear life, not even knowing why you’re holding back in the first place. In all honesty, you’re sure he feels the same. If you grabbed off his shirt, you know he would be thanking you. The burning twitching in his thighs, every time you bite his plump lips, bucks into yours messily.

You’re curious. The thick layers of sweatpants- something you’ve never even considered before- limits the warmth, and the hardness to be felt from your thighs, where all your senses seem to be focused on. The realization of it- that the fabric is limiting you from him, a part of him that you’ve never explored before, makes your face burn. Yeah there’s no doubt about you wanting to go further. But something in you stops you, as it does him. Shit, you never knew being so similar to each other could make this so frustrating.

He pulls away from you, and the feeling of him taking a shaky warm breath makes you hesitantly open your eyes. And you swear you could have devoured him right there- rolled him over and climbed right on top- by his sinfully blown eyes staring right at your puffy glossy lips. You tense up a little, and glance down to look at his, bitten all cherry red and so pretty. He looks back into your eyes, and you’re not sure what’s in that look. You’re not sure because you feel the exact same way. His eyes are begging with pure adoration and devotion, but of what? Permission? Dismissal?

At this point you wish he would just undress you, or just push you off. Anything, anything to make this situation something else. Anything else than this pure anticipation. Your hands are still on his pulse point, the skin now searing hot and drumming of adrenaline. His hands are gripping your arms, now the sleeves all ridden up and the tense skin touching- quite the courage, by your and his standards, but fuck. You wanted much more. Or a definite less. But oh, so desperately more, if only possible.

“Just so we’re on the same page here, I’m like really hard right now” he spurts out, and the random confession makes you blurt out a blushy laugh. Especially because the vocal expression of a vulgar word to you made his neck glow red. And that bulge in his pants visibly twitch. Huh, would that be the same shade?- hell, the thought makes you look away from his eyes, barely keeping your amused expression. The tension seems a little eased. You sink back into the bed, and God, it hits you that you’re so close to this handsome boy who you’ve got this crush on. And he’s so, so turned on by you. Lucky you.

“Yeah? I can tell.” you giddily whisper back, and for a second you catch the frustration seep out and a adorable mix of embarrassment and relief into his face. Cute. He’s so close, but he’s also so far away. The shallow breathing fans your face, and it smells like lemon candy, along with your chapstick. It’s a dearing combination, you make the mental note to ask about it later. His hands rise a little to fiddle with the edge of your elbows. It’s the most he can do right now, pretty much the only part of your skin that won’t bend his sanity into two. Yet the slim sweat on your arm is really testing him.

“It’s so hot in here” he breaks the silence again. You turn your head to look at him, and he shoots you a sweet puzzled face. To you it looks like a question. Almost a suggestion, a test, maybe a request. And you can’t help but very slowly blurt out, a trembling answer to your darling boy. You already know the answer. It’s almost like you’re asking this to yourself, to convince yourself that you’re in safe, loving, careful hands.

“Ca- can I take your clothes off?”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, he nods almost absentmindedly with the dumbest nervous smile forming on his lips. But judging from what you’ve seen under the dark lights, his pretty eager face flushing furiously, glittering mouth slightly agape and dark eyes for the tiniest second rolling back- fucking hell-

he almost came right there, in his pants. By your words only.

Yeah. You’re going to fucking devour your man.

YAMAGUCHI, LEV, YAKU, ASAHI, KUROO, OSAMU (come over babe one chance)

YUTA, YUUJI, MEGUMI

ARMINNNNN

[hynko]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ RANDOM HAIKYUU TEXT MESSAGES PT. 3

characters: oikawa, sakusa, hinata, shirabu, nishinoya, atsumu, terushima, futakuchi

contains: profanity, implied cheating

genre: crack

a/n: hey guys i’ve been gone for so long so this is just something i’ve put together for a short time !

m.list | pt.1 | pt. 2

[green-crocs12]

they’re both adorable they’re just bouncing around in my head

[deepspacialrift]

where are my percy jackson x anime people at

[haikyu-mp4]

I want to note that I don't condone Terushima's behaviour around Kiyoko in the series, but everyone has the potential for character development. this is an idea I had for a while but haven't felt motivated enough to start writing<3

Terushima Yuji is an apprentice hair stylist who mostly cleans up hair off the floor and does less-risk haircuts. He works in the hair salon where you, a rich, young woman, come in regularly to get a blowout and have your nails polished.

Terushima used to be quite confident in his tall, lean stature in high school and would use it to his advantage when approaching girls, but now he sought your approval desperately. He wanted you to notice him and to get you whatever you needed. For you to step on him if there was a puddle in the way of your pristine high heels. Never before has a strong woman been so attractive to him.

One day there was a late notice of more hair stylists being sick or busy, so one of the permanent stylists somewhat anxiously tells Terushima that he can totally handle this regular client because it’s just a basic blowout and that he has some creativity when styling it, which is his strong suit anyway.

He bravely takes on the challenge, and even though you're busy checking e-mails on your phone with your pretty nails clacking against the screen, he starts up some conversation and manages to catch your attention. Next time you come in, you request him specifically.

You’re a young CEO and had to take over for your late father much earlier than you should have had to. Definitely thrown into the adult world too quickly to enjoy your twenties in any meaningful way so far.

Maybe you need someone like Terushima to show you what having fun means.

[chimielie]

got no shame (i love the way you’re screaming my name)

summary: Terushima x Reader. got shame? terushima doesn’t.

word count: 1.6k

cw: terushima’s a slut (who is domesticated unknowingly by reader), bad group project etiquette, general unwiseness.

a/n: this… wasn’t supposed to be this long. essentially nothing happens. it’s completely sfw even though i call terushima a slut. sorry

"Hi," you say brightly, setting your laptop down on the desk next to your assigned project partner. "I was thinking we could set up—"

"Yeah, hang on," he—Terushima, according to the instructor's sign-up sheet—interrupts you. "Hey. Hey. Can I get your number?"

You open your mouth before you realize he's talking to the girl behind you, who agrees as easily as he'd asked. They chat a little while longer, taking their sweet-ass time before he turns back to you and she to her partner.

"So I was thinking we could set up a shared document and do this all online," he says, unapologetic, a lazy grin playing on his mouth. You decide then and there that you hate Terushima Yuuji with everything you have in you.

Miraculously, you survive the group project (with the aid of remote work, aggressively polite wording, and a lot of pep talks from your friends). He should be thankful he survived, you think darkly, casting a glare at him as he chatters to a group of friends across the room. He doesn't know how many times you got through class by imagining wrapping your hands around his neck and just—

Anyway.

You're half-convinced the universe sent him to fuel you with inner rage, because even though you no longer have to work together, he just seems like he's cropping up... everywhere.

He's in the grocery, flirting with the attendant as he struggles with the self-checkout machine. He's in your favorite coffee shop, hanging over the bar while the barista makes your drink. He's even at the parties you go to, his loud laugh penetrating your buzz until you can't think of anything else by the end of the night.

You toy with the idea of accusing him of stalking you, except he'd made it abundantly clear upon your first meeting that he had no clue that you existed on the same earthly plane as him. Plus, at this point, you're slightly worried that it's the other way around.

(You try not to think about the time you'd been lying alone in bed, a little bit wine drunk from a self-care night, legs freshly lotioned, face freshly masked, and one of his social media accounts had happened to pop up on your screen. And your finger had happened to bump the screen and hit follow. And before you could process your actions enough to undo your mistake, a little notification had rung out in the horrified silence: @teru-yuuji followed you back!)

(You had rolled over and screamed into your pillow. You still do the same whenever you think about it too long.)

Anyway, he likes all your updates now, which is terribly annoying because it's not even an acknowledgement of your existence, probably, he probably swipes through everyone's profiles and sends little hearts flying haphazardly because he doesn't care about anyone, or anything. And maybe you can recognize that you're projecting a little bit, obsessing a little bit, but you're pretty sure that you're also starting to experience the same sort of revenge glow-up associated with terrible break-ups without any of the emotional pain, so who cares?

It's not like he knows you're even alive.

"I'm going to die out here," you say out loud, to no one, "and nobody will know."

Your car, steaming—smoking really, but you're trying to be positive—beside you on the side of the road, makes a strange noise in sympathy, and you jump.

In a sorely needed attempt to touch grass, you had ventured by yourself to one of your favorite hiking trails, a secluded spot you and your old car had journeyed to hundreds of times. Its small frame was perfect for the winding, mountainous roads; its engine, apparently, not so much.

Luckily, you still have one bar of cell service, except most people you know don't have a car, your best friend is at work, and when you try to call your father, he doesn't pick up and instead texts you: we went to lunch at this tiny restaurant! This is followed by several images that won't load but that are most likely of his food.

"Useless," you say, "I hate men." Just as a white, tricked-out, and worst of all, familiar car turns the corner, all of its windows down to enjoy the fresh air. You stare at its driver as he passes at about ten kilometers per hour, your eyes wide and despondent, his curious and probably devoid of actual human consciousness.

You momentarily contemplate running the opposite direction into the forest versus asking Terushima for help. As is his way, he interrupts.

"Is your car supposed to be doing that?"

Anything snarky, sassy, or otherwise bitchy you could have answered with dies on your tongue in the face of total, completely confident cluelessness.

"No?" You say, feeling almost as though you're witnessing this absurd interaction from above. "Obviously not?"

"Right," he nods, sliding awful, trendy sunglasses off his face and tucking them up into some compartment before putting his car in park and then exiting. As he advances, you note distantly that his eyes are really, really pretty. "Can I help you out? I am a man, though, just a warning."

He heard you. Great.

"I didn't notice," you say, staring firmly at his middle torso area, which is covered by a shirt which he has cut the arms off of. There are... shoulders, and arms, toned, tan arms showing. And he must have just gotten back from a hike of his own, because the material seems slightly damp with sweat, and it's sticking to what appear to be abs, and you suddenly feel like your car: overheated and broken down. "I guess I can forgive you for that. Just this once. If there's anything you can actually do about," you wave a hand at your car, which has thankfully stopped smoking, "that."

"I can give you a ride," he says, and doesn't seem to realize how completely his tone changes as he does, how his words suddenly sound layered and intimate and... You need to get a grip.

“I have a friend on the way,” you say. You don’t. But he’s still technically a strange man and you know better than to seem completely abandoned.

“Oh? Good,” he says, and you think that’s the end of it. He’ll leave you to your beforested demise. “Can I check the hood real quick, though?”

“Do what you want.” He waits for you to pop the hood—you had earlier, but fuck if you knew what you were looking at.

"Thanks, babe," he says, and you hate him all over again. Then he opens your hood, muscled arms stretching up as he latches the strut in place, bent at the waist ever so slightly, and you're sort of collapsing into a very emotionally confused puddle on the side of the road. "Aw, I think your fan is fucked. I have a buddy I can call, he can tow the car if you want? He’s a mechanic but he can take it to your usual person if you have one.”

"That would be really nice," you blink at him, feeling your mouth stretch into a smile without your permission. "Do you think we could call him now? I don't want to leave my car without being sure someone's coming for it."

"Sure," he nods enthusiastically. "Gimme a sec."

What follows is a bizarre five minutes where Terushima paces in front of where you've seated yourself cross-legged on the road, occasionally casting you furtive glances and muttering things like "Yeah, from the... Yeah, that one. Please, bro, I'll owe you... I'll get you Miwa's number. I promise. When have I ever... Okay, fair, but c'mon. Thank you. I'll give you our first-born."

You tune him out after that, fully baffled.

"Okay!" He finally turns to you, beaming a sunny smile you've never seen on him at you. "He's coming. I sent you his website and shit, so you know he’s real."

“He’s not," you say, holding out a hand so he can help you up. He does, and you immediately regret this decision, because he's standing so close, and his hand is really big in yours, and you're pretty sure you're flirting with him. "You’re crazy."

"You’re funny," he says, and laughs, clear and ringing. He’s flirting with you, but you can’t tell if that’s just his natural dialect or if he’s— "So your boyfriend’s coming to pick you up? Why didn’t he come with you?"

"I don’t need a chaperone," the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them, which is becoming a worrying pattern. "And I don’t have one—a boyfriend, anyway. I was on the phone with my dad when you showed up, you know, ‘I hate men’. Or trying. He's too excited about grand opening discounted fried fish."

"Fried fish is important," he says solemnly, eyes literally twinkling, what the fuck. You didn’t think that was real. "I understand."

“See,” you roll your eyes, “This is why I hate men.” He’s looking at you with a soft gaze that makes you aware of your whole body, down to your toes, and it’s starting to make you flustered. “I, um, I actually don’t have a ride coming.”

“Then why’d you—” he starts.

“I thought you might murder me,” you shrug. “And then I panicked. You don’t seem like a murderer, and we’ve had classes together, so… I’m sorry about that.”

“So,” he looks hopeful, in a way you don’t understand. “You still need a way back?”

“I do,” you nod, “but seriously, if it’s an inconvenience at all, I really don’t want to—”

“Please,” he says. “I’ve been trying to get on your good side for a while. Let me take you home.”

[hopeluna-archived]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ | face mask kisses!

Doing a face mask right now and thinking of dramatic boyfriends who always insists you apply whatever face mask you have created on him. Clad with an adorable hair band to keep his bangs away from his face, he'll not-so-patiently sit there, bouncing his leg in anticipation as you apply the soothing gel on his face before pressing the face mask to soak his skin.

He'll genuinely be so happy to sit there with you, listening to you talk or just bask in comfortable silence if that's what you prefer. He'll demand you pepper kisses all over his face afterwards 'cause your kisses are the secret to keeping his skin so healthy.

If you ever do forget and not involve him in your skin care routine? Oh gods! What have you done? He's slumped up on the bed, back turned to you, face stricken with despair. He'll exclaim how you do not love him anymore and want him miserable.

When he does get over his antics, he states how you have to give him double his regular face kisses in order to make up for your sin!

[shycoconutt]

wait… has anyone drawn fanart of yuji itadori with the karasuno boys yet? you know since he’s from the miyagi prefecture as well?

he would’ve absolutely excelled on that volleyball team. phenomenal all-around player. he would’ve been besties with tsukishima and yamaguchi because lowkey nerds but would’ve gotten along with anyone with insane energy like hinata, tanaka, and nishinoya.

and, wow, does that boy care so much about his teammates, much like sugawara. he’s so humble in the face of his opponents, which pisses off players like oikawa and atsumu, but pleases ushijima and kita.

unlike tanaka and nishinoya, he doesn’t notice or care for attention from women. he has so much respect for them, he knows he’s too immature to date anyone until after he graduates high school (even though he’s actually very mature for his age).

when he’s of working age, he starts taking shifts at ukai’s store on the weekends to help out his grandfather. ukai would have never let anyone else on karasuno work at his store, but he trusts yuji completely.

basically what I’m trying to say is yuji deserves a happy life just being good at volleyball and hanging out with they boys… but instead he’s… well… you know.

[kirbyfigure]

hiii, could u pls make users inspired by the album "mi vida en un cigarro 2" by junior h? <3

🍉🌈 anime CDs ☁️🧃

[jasminebythebay]

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[samubytheocean]

just making out with the boys.

Whatever love may be, at this moment he is in your arms. And oh, he is so pretty.

fluff, slightly suggestive if you’re in 5th grade or smth

You’re so in love. Sure, turned on, but before that, you’re so close to him. You want to be touched- a little bit closer, a little bit more directly- oh so desperately, but by only him. Everything else, even your own desires seem secondary. You want to be him. Some primal, instinctive thing you call love- hell whatever you call it- wanting all of your senses to be of him, to be in his skin, yeah. You’re in love with him.

You’re in his bed, the soft fabric smells like him. The prettiest boy in front of you, with his adorable messy hair and shirt all tugged. Revealing random patches of muscle either kissed, caressed or blushing. In the dim light, you only see the black through the feathering of his eyelashes. You can almost name each of it now. You’ve got such a tight grip on his chin, the heat when you move stays. Just like butter under hot knife, to him it feels like your touch will melt the skin, linger forever. No, he knows. He knows your grip will stay on him forever.

The sight almost makes you red. Or laugh. Or horny. Whatever it is, you brush the bruises on his skin, which at this point is yours. Yeah you did that. He is only yours. Honestly you don’t even have to look at the messy lipgloss remains on his cheeks to know that. His whole body is glowing with love for you, legs sprawled out and hands fidgeting on your outer thighs, the touch burning and downright dripping with sweat. But it’s sweet. He’s sweet. He really is. Like lemon meringue tart, or grapefruit ade, or cookie dough. Like apartment keys in a foreign city, like wine kissed rings and like two kids a dog- fuck you know you’re going insane right now. Drunk, stupid, irrational- yeah but you take the leap to name it as something else.

Love. That’s what you feel. As abstract as the concept is, at this moment you know the exact notion of it. In every sense, your heart recognizes it. As scary as saying you know something is, you don’t even care, because you feel him. He is right here, and he is loving on you. There’s no time tense attached to it. Just forever, yeah that stupid word, but yes forever, just you two forever. Verb, noun, adjective, whatever category of grammar love belongs to, fuck that because love is here. And love belongs to you.

He belongs to you.

And oh, he is so, so pretty.

AKAASHI, YAMAGUCHI, HINATA, BOKUTO, LEV, KITA, HIRUGAMI

YUUJI, YUTAAAAAA, CHOSO (dude yea choso), MEGUMI

ARMIN, and oh my, LEVI