haikyusstuff

[haikyusstuff]

“You’re dating Ushijima Wakatoshi?”

You barely look away from your friend to turn a stink-eye upon the person who interrupted your conversation. “Yeah. Why?”

“It’s just…he’s so blegh.” They stick their tongue out in disgust. “So bland, like a piece of cardboard or a rock.”

“Funny you describe him like that,” you say with building irritation, “because he is exactly that to me. He is my rock.”

With a scoff they look you up and down. “I was actually feeling sorry for you and going to tell you that you could do so much better but maybe you just have terrible taste.”

“And maybe you just have a death wish-” you growl as your lip curls back but a deep voice

“My love.”

holds you back as Wakatoshi appears, his brow dipped in confusion.

“Is everything alright?” he asks.

“No.” You bare your teeth at the person slowly shrinking back from your massive boyfriend. “This belligerent halfwit opened their mouth and compared you to a rock, Toshi.”

His olive eyes swivel to the pallid stranger who looks like they’re going to be sick. “And? What does the opinion of a non-contender matter?”

“Hey!” they protest but Wakatoshi’s words wiped your expression.

“Huh.” You blink up at him, mood refreshed and mind reset. “That’s a good point.” 

He nods. “It is. Your opinion of me is the only one that matters. Do you think I’m like a rock?”

“Well yes but in the sense that you’re my everything, of course. The infrastructure to my happiness.” You throw your arms around his shoulders, lifting up to your tiptoes as he leans down to help you. “The groundwork to my soul.”

“That’s all I care about.” The corner of Ushijima’s mouth lifts in the smallest indication of a smile as he places a quick kiss on your lips.

“Oooo, you like me so much,” you sing at him with a cheeky grin.

The stranger gags and Ushijima turns a hard eye toward them. “You’re still here?”

“Ye-”

“Do you need a demonstration of why I’m considered a cannon?”

You watch them scurry away with a smirk before looking back to Ushijima.

“And I’m sorry but you’re wrong,” he says to you with intense sincerity.

Your conviction wavers, you tense in his arms.

But before you can doubt anything he slowly smiles; a rare but warm smile that dawns across his handsome face like a new day.

“I don’t like you so much.”

Your grin mirrors his happiness as you correct yourself and sing “you looooove me so much.”

He chuckles lowly, still smiling, and gives you another quick kiss. “Undoubtedly.

[haikyusstuff]

last night, you had your very first sleepover with katsuki.

it was perfect. no snoring or sleep walking, no blanket hogging, and most importantly—no pro hero work pulling him away in the morning. the only thing that would’ve made it better, is some clarity.

you’re dating katsuki, but it’s not official—he’s not your boyfriend. you wonder if maybe, he’s just not that into you, or perhaps, he just doesn’t have the time. time—something he’s never had enough of, that has to be it, right?

your very first date, it was a two parter, because he was needed elsewhere mid mapo tofu. a few other dates after that were also cut short—maybe he thinks you just don’t know each other well enough yet? is it even possible for someone like him to think that way? whatever the reason, you need to know.

“morning katsuki,” you murmur, shuffling into the kitchen as you pull your sleeves up over your fists. you have a clear goal in mind—but he’s cooking, without a shirt, and suddenly your mission is ten times more difficult. is this what being a pro hero feels like?

“morning,” he mumbles back, glancing up briefly as you lean against the counter.

“what am i to you?” shit, how did that slip out? you could’ve sworn you asked how he slept.

“a fuckin’ headache,” he replies, sliding two glasses out of the cupboard and onto the counter. he opens the fridge, grabbing the carton of apple juice, and the carton of orange juice.

date three, part one—you had a heated debate over which is better, apple or orange. katsuki told you he doesn’t like to chew his damn beverages, and you told him that, believe it or not, they make orange juice without pulp. still, he went on about the bitterness, the acidity, and the horrid oj and toothpaste combo—yet here he is having both in his refrigerator—how odd.

“c’mon, i’m serious,” you urge, watching the liquids cascade into their respective cups.

“so ‘m i.” he nudges your glass towards you, bringing his own up to his lips and chugging it.

“but, i’m in your apartment,” you pause, noticing the way his face contorts into a full on sentence—one that reads yeah, no shit. “i slept in your bed with you, i’m wearing your shirt,” you continue, gesturing to the long sleeve currently swallowing you whole.

“you’re talkin’ my damn ear off too,” he breathes, wiping an arm over his mouth.

by date five, it was obvious that katsuki’s actions spoke louder than his words—which is impressive considering just how loud his words are. puddles lined the streets that evening, courtesy of the afternoon downpour. it was busy, drivers lost in their own little worlds as they drove past—and each and every time, katsuki would angle his body to the right just a bit. he cursed every last one of them who sped by, and he was absolutely miserable by the time you made it off the main roads but, at least you were dry.

“nevermind,” you say, sliding into a chair at the dining table. you’ve decided that, whatever this is—it’s good enough for you.

but it was on date one part two that katsuki knew you were it for him. after running out on you just three nights prior, he was glad you even showed up—but you went one step further. you sat there with that pretty smile on your face. no eye rolls, no guilt trips, and not a single snide remark or complaint. you even offered to pay for the meal—as if he would ever let you do such a thing, but he found it cute nonetheless. so, he owes you this.

“hey,” he barks, causing your head to snap up. the two plates he had set on the counter are full now, he must be done. “you’re mine.”

the look on your face must’ve said it all, because he’s choking back a laugh as he carries your plates over. you’re his? why did he blurt it out so casually? are you missing something?

“oh c’mon,” he huffs, plopping down in the seat next to you. he turns, trailing his eyes up and down your figure. “you slept on my damn side of the bed, in my fuckin’ shirt.”

he gave you this shirt—right before he told you to go wait in bed while he tidied up—how the hell were you supposed to know he has a specific side?

“don’t play dumb,” he pauses, scowl growing as he watches you reach for a piece of food with your bare hands. he grabs your wrist, ushering for you to let him roll your sleeves up—like hell he’s gonna sit back and watch you get his shirt dirty.

he folds the fabric with precision, biting the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hide his smile—but he just can’t.

“y’already know you’re mine.”

[haikyusstuff]

𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐬/𝐨

just writing this because i was playing and imagining kuroo upset because he wants my attention .. 😟 but this time im now writing for kuroo </3

���𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

he's not as clingy as atsumu so it's not such a problem you don't pay attention to him :|

but sometimes he feels that he needs to give and receive your kisses, be cuddled with you in bed and hear you speak whatever u want to tell him

because he loves your voice

it might even be from your games

he just wanna hear your voice pls

but he just CAN'T tell you like “Y/N I WANT YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE”

so he will kick your chair or foot to make you look at him

or cough loudly

but it usually doesn't work :(

so he will make excuses >:)

“don't u think u r playing too much???”

“when you get a headache i don't want to hear you complaining”

“HEY idiot your hand must be hurting stop playing”

no but seriously, tsukishima cares about you, sometimes he is worried about your health :(

both physical and mental

he WILL force you to stop playing if he realizes that you have been playing for a long time

also, if he is by your side and hear that someone cursed you at the game. he will open the mic and swear back

PLS he gets so angry. nobody can treat u like that 😠

the person never is gonna open the mic anymore.

sometimes, tsuki stares at you. thinking about how cute you are

he has a lot of pic of u playing.

he secretly loves seeing u play 😟 he smiles so big seeing you happy because you won

and he laughs because you lost and got angry

“u look so cute angry”

“what?”

“nothing.” 😐

maybe he does research on the games you like to play and try to learn how to play with yamaguchi, then try to play with you :((

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔

every time that you don't answer his texts, he KNOWS that you’re playing

and that when he gets home he will fight to get your attention

making those tik tok pranks?? yes.

faking a horrible cry to see if you stop playing? y e s.

he just wants to cuddle with you :(

because he is so clingy pls he LIVES for your attention is like wanting your attention 24/7

sometimes he hates having a gamer s/o.

but he also loves :( he thinks u r so cute playing

and when u get angry oomg

u r like 👿 and atsumu is 😍🥰

atsumu is gonna try to learn how to play the games u play just to have more time with you.

but if he can't, he'll just beg you to sit on his lap and promising not to interrupt you when you play

but whenever he sees you concentrated, he stars kissing your neck, running your hand over your thighs..

“what? why u r looking at me like that babe? im not doing anything 😊”

atsumu is gonna be jealous with he sees u playing with another person

and if he heard you dying of laughing with this person omg

or he will have the face of a sad dog and get even more clingy

or he will ignore you and use that tiktok prank to call a girl and make you jealous 😜

but if it doesn't work he will come back with a sad face begging for ur attention :(

he secretly hates the person who was playing with u now

[haikyusstuff]

[Baby Fever] ft. Ushijima Wakatoshi

wc: 400

noos's notes: thinking about making a Baby Fever series! this is Ushijima's version of this

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You’re standing outside the gym where the Olympics team is practicing when you see Iwaizumi walk by, hand in hand with a clumsily waddling toddler. Iwaizumi nods at you and the toddler waves a chubby arm at you. You giggle and wave back. 

“Did you want to wait inside?” Iwaizumi asks. 

You’re about to decline when the toddler tugs on your fingers. 

“Come in?” he asks. 

You agree, letting him lead you by his grip around your ring finger and pinky. Inside the gym, Iwaizumi asks you to watch his son as he finishes up with the team. The child quickly settles into your lap, his babbling trailing off as he dozes away. You’re fiddling with a loose thread in his little sweater when Wakatoshi comes up behind you, freshly showered. He greets you with a brief kiss on the head and sits quietly next to you when he sees the sleeping kid in your arms. 

“Who’s this?” 

“Iwaizumi’s son,” you respond distractedly.

Ushijima stares intently at you as you gently rock the small child in your arms. He continues to watch in silence as you double-knot his shoelaces, straighten the sleeves on his sweater, and swat away the drool at the corner of his open mouth. He notices when you laugh quietly the his little snores.

His eyes are still on you when you finally look up at him. 

“What.” you laugh. “What are you looking at?” 

Before he can answer, Iwaizumi comes to relieve you of childcare duties. He thanks you and you assure him that his son was wonderful. 

“You’re in a good mood,” he states. 

You only smile at him, swinging your clasped hands in wide arcs and skipping a bit. 

Later that night, with your back nestled into his broad chest, he rubs a warm, large palm on your tummy. The gesture is innocent and gentle, but the circles get slowly wider. 

“You like kids, huh?” As he talks, the palm slides up to cup your breasts. 

“Is that what this is about?” 

“What do you think,” he asks, hands not stopping. “About having kids.” 

You push him onto his back and roll on top of his chest, eye to eye with him. He gazes at you lovingly and you’ll never get tired of it. 

“I want a girl,” you say. “I really want to see your big muscly arms holding a pink blanket with our little daughter in it.”

He gives you a confused look, “if that’s what you want.” 

He flips the two of you over, hands back on your body. 

“What are you doing!” you laugh. 

“Starting now,” he says simply, as his hands continue their trial down your body.

[haikyusstuff]

pining! kei starts acting super cold and passive aggressive towards reader. she confronts him and in the heat of the moment he says something out of pocket making her cry. he instantly regrets it and runs after her to apologize but she’s in aki’s arms sniffling

😈😈😈

word count: 614

cw: fem!reader, name-calling, jealousy, pining!kei, no smut but minors dni

"you're crabbier than usual lately, what crawled up your ass and died?" you poked at kei's side, interrupting his study session for the millionth time.

he had been so snippy with you the past few days, which wasn't completely out of the ordinary but he usually had a reason for being upset. "if you're not here to study, go bother yamaguchi," he said curtly."

kei should know better than that, though. you've always been a thorn in his side—a welcomed one most of the time but a thorn nonetheless. his words do little to dissuade you and within a few minutes, he can feel your hands on him again.

"fucking what?" he snaps again, slamming his textbook down on his desk but it barely fazes you.

"just tell me what's wrong and i'll leave you alone," you said, crossing your arms. "i don't think i've done anything wrong to bother you lately so just get over it."

kei is always patient when it comes to you but for some reason, you're the last person he wants to see. he tries to ignore your constant nagging but you're persistent as ever.

and he, unfortunately, snaps.

"do you always have to be so fucking annoying? can't you see i'm trying to do something? do you need attention so bad all the fucking time, jesus," he says, pushing you away from him to turn back to his work.

you tried to speak up for yourself afterward but kei wouldn't hear it. "are you fucking deaf? i don't give a shit, y/n. go bother someone else." he berated again, plugging his headphones in to tune you out.

he isn't quite sure when you left but kei could feel the guilt from his words buzzing inside himself as soon as they left his mouth.

the truth was kei had noticed the closeness between you and his brother and had gotten a little jealous. you had always been his friend and the idea of akiteru swooping in and taking you — sweet, naïve, vulnerable you — into his clutches bothered him.

but the crush you had on kei's older brother was painfully obvious. all your longing stares and heart doodles in the margins of your notebooks were dedicated toward the tall goof. it made kei wonder why you never looked in his direction with the same affection.

still, coming at you like that did nothing to make him feel better and he's sure you're feeling way worse. coming out of his room, kei decides he's gonna go to your place to apologize.

as he's heading to the front door to put on his shoes, he notices the door of akiteru's bedroom. it's slightly ajar but just enough for kei's golden-brown eyes to make a passing glance.

kei stops dead in his tracks when he sees you curled up in his brother's arms, sniffling into his shoulder. "i wasn't trying to bother him, aki, i don't know why he snapped like that," you said, tears still evident by the tone of your voice.

akiteru, who noticed kei as soon as he walked into the hallway, had you in his lap, strong arms curling around you protectively. "shhhh, don't feel bad, baby," he coos, patting your head gently. "maybe he needs some space. why don't we spend time together instead, hm?"

he wipes your tears away, smiling softly at your pretty face, and offers more kind words to help you relax. "there's my pretty girl, let's take a nap," sniffling once more, you nod and allow akiteru to shuffle your bodies around so you're laying in each other's arms in his bed.

kei walks back to his room alone

©sugawarassoulmate 2023 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[haikyusstuff]

euphoria ￤ suna rintarō

arguments turn into words of affirmation.

focused mainly on suna's pov. implied fem!reader. not proofread. angst to fluff.

rintarō isn't one to let his anger dominate him; rather, he tries his best to keep his emotions at bay. however, there's only so much someone can take before exploding. high octaves of a once calm voice bounces off the walls, it takes both by shock. rintarō stops, his eyes bulging when he realizes what happened.

fuck, he thinks. he didn't mean to. swallowing the burning sensation of guilt, he steps forward. countless apologies flow from his lips, clammy hands trying to reach you in attempts of a hug. you're still shocked. numb to your feet, your mind replays the scene. it hurts. it really hurts. you didn't mean for it to turn out like this.

from a simple worry to nagging to spitting out meaningless words of anger. it never meant to escalate like that; nothing was supposed to turn the way it did. hurt, anger, jealousy, and sadness. he knew your words came from concern, but he was already irritated—annoyed in a way that he just wanted to be locked in a quiet room. both parties letting their words go before logic; nothing was meant to turn this way.

“i think...i think i'll go upstairs. please don't come.” y/n mumbled, pain evident in her voice. as your figure ascends into the upper floor, rintarō slouches back into the couch. a heavy sigh fills the room; regret and guilt seeps into his pores, eating him alive.

i'm a fucking ass, he thinks again.

rintarō laughs. he drags his palms over his face, stopping at his eyes before he laughs again. it's funny, really. did he really have to lash out like that? rintarō promised he'll never hurt you. he'd never ever hurt you, but can that promise still hold meaning even after this? physically, he didn't. mentally and internally? the tremble of your voice said more than enough.

the more his mind repeats what happened like a broken record, the more tears well up in his eyes. they threaten him. they laugh at him. the salty liquid mocks him—it's almost as if it's saying, “ha! you're an idiot!” 

he swallows hard, trying so hard not to let his voice be heard. he doesn't want to cry but fuck, it hurts so much. when the dam swells until it bursts, floods occur. and so he let it go. the tears race down the sides of his face. he covers his mouth with one hand, biting hard in attempts not to make a sound.

it's been a few hours. each in their own space, trying to soften the pain that invited itself. no one tried speaking to another—the fight lingers fresh in both minds. rintarō's on the edge; he's itching to be in your presence. to hold you. to kiss you. 

five minutes turn into ten, which turned into twenty, and he's still there. still behind the door that separates him from you, hesitating to turn the knob. his hand shakes—he's nervous..? anxious? afraid you'd ask him to leave you alone? hell, he doesn't know.

rintarō didn't know he was in his head until the door opened on your side. he gapes at you, eyes searching for something.

“rin—” you start but he continued, “i'm sorry.”

he notes the confusion riddled on your face but he continues on.

“i'm sorry, love.” he says, hands holding yours as he looks down biting his lips. he's ashamed to face you.

“rintarō,” you tighten your grip on his hand, “let's sit down.” you instruct and he obeys, chewing on his bottom lip as a distraction.

rintarō's eyes linger on you. he observes your face, your behaviour, your tired eyes that show clear evidence of countless hours of crying. his heart hurts. he never thought he'd be the reason you're crying tears of sadness. never did he ever want to make you cry like that.

“you've been crying.”

“yeah, you too huh? i'm sorry, rin.”

at your apology he freezes. you're sorry? why are you apologizing? he's the one who lost control so why the fuck are you apologising?

rintarō laughs again. he's been acting like a real fool hasn't he? having a wife who apologises for her husband's inconsiderate actions.

“don't. don't do that. don't apologise.”

“but—”

“please,” he begged. pushing you both down onto the bed, rintarō holds you above him. one arm wrapped tightly around your waist while the other rubs your shoulder, he continues his speech, “i didn't mean to—i didn't mean to yell like that. i don't know what i'd do if you left.”

you play with the hem of his shirt waiting for him to finish.

he let out a ragged breath before continuing, “i don't like it when you're hurt. this is gonna sound corny but i hate it when you cry too.”

you wait again but he doesn't continue like before. confused you look up at him only to furrow your eyebrows while your eyes wash over with concern. is he trying to not cry? you think.

yeah, he's crying again. small droplets trickle down his face once more as he sucks in his cheeks trying to not make a sound.

“rin.” he doesn't answer.

“suna rin.” he hums quietly but it's not the answer you want.

“suna rintarō.” there, he answers.

your heart shreds. hearing his voice like this was as rare as a red moon; you hate it. you hate how he never allows himself to cry. he's human isn't he? so why's he acting as though he's a machine.

you sit up on his lower half, cupping his face forcing him to look at you.

“we both did our wrongs so why are you behaving like you committed a first degree crime?” you ask though you aren't looking for an answer.

he stays quiet. eyes lost deep in yours as he waits for your words again.

“yes it did hurt, but that doesn't mean i'll throw away your love doesn't it? i know better than to divorce you for this argument, rin. we've been together for years.”

your fingers start to caress his cheek—some even tracing his face's outline. rintarō's hands find refuge on your waist, he holds and plays with your skin.

“i love you, rin. i'll tell you over and over until you know it.”

“i know.”

“then act like you know, boy.”

he laughs for the fifth time today, but it's no longer a laugh of disbelief, no. it's a laugh of joy. it's a breathy laugh that makes his eyes crinkle.

he sits up, pulling you into a hug as he lowers his head into the junction of your neck and shoulders. a smile finally dawns both faces.

after long hours anger says goodbye as love enters the house. what a day, you both think.

[haikyusstuff]

“How come you get to ride in the cart?” He says, a pout in his voice but a smirk curling at his lips. Your hip cocks up as your arms cross over your chest, more than willing to duke this out with him in the entrance of the store.

“Uh, because I’m adorable?” Your words only make his grin spread even more, he knows he’s supposed to make an argument against that but he can’t bring himself to; it’s true, you’re perfect in every trace of the word.

But who was he to go down without a fight?

“But baaaaabe,” he whines further, folding his torso into the cart. “I’m so sore from practice and ‘Samu hit me with the ball and I’ve been walking funny since, and I just want my perfect, stunning, and oh, so smart-“

“Oh my god, fine, just get in the cart!” You snort, the giggles bubbling from your lips. He merely grins victoriously before scrambling himself up and into the cart, other shoppers watching in annoyance and amusement as you watch his knees fold up to his chest.

“Comfy?” You snort, to which he nods over enthusiastically. You roll your eyes before folding yourself over the front of the cart to plant a kiss on his head.

“What do you even need, anyways?” He hums, his head turning back and forth in the superstore, sharp eyes glazing over the shelves. You lean on the handles of the cart, looking around and making a beeline straight to the snacks, giving him a dramatic sigh as you do so.

“Well,” you hum. “I know you wanted m&m’s and popcorn, but I also wanted to grab a few bags of Doritos and since the fuckface I decided to let spoon me at night ate the last of my cookies,” your eyes glare dead at him, only to be met with a wide, toothy grin. “I need to buy more.”

“The guy who spoons you at night sounds hot.”

“The guy who spoons me at night sounds like I’m going to smother him with a pillow.” With that, you two make your way to the snack aisle, your eyes glazing over the contents of the shelves hungrily. “You want any drinks or anything?”

“Nah, I’ll just take whatever you buy.”

You glare at him, “that’s kinda the reason we’re in here in the first place, you clown.”

He snorts at the nickname before hooking his chin over the side of the cart, his sharp eyes flicking over the colored bottles and cans. “Toss me a grape soda.”

“Grape?”

“Yeah.”

“Mid,” you scoff, grabbing him a can to put in the cart. He blinks unamused at you, but ultimately keeps his mouth shut while you make your choice.

“Oh, but my choice is mid,” he teases as you plop a can of lemon lime in his lap.

“This flavor has been worshipped all over the world- you just like the taste of cough medicine or something.”

“My mom only buys the bubblegum flavored cough medicine.”

“Feral.”

The little back and forth you share passes the time as you turn the cart to the chips and Candy, and without sparing a second, you grab the Doritos and toss them carelessly into the cart, smirking as you hear them crunch against his head and body.

“You know, I may annoy you, but I am still in the cart,” he says, shielding himself from another bag of chips that you swat in the cart. When he turns his head up to glare at you, he sees the goofy smile spread over your cheeks, and he’ll happily get beat up by your snacks if it meant he could see it forever.

It’s simple. It’s comfortable, annoying each other throughout the aisles and laughing when the other makes a stupid jab, but Rintaro knows that this is all he’s worked up for. A domesticity that had to be crafted carefully, and he’s honored that you decided to map it with your love.

It’s nothing all like he’d expected love to be like- and now, it’s love he’d never change for anything.

“Get your cookies and lets get the hell out of here.”

“Why? Afraid we’ll miss another episode that we’ve seen forty-eight thousand times?” You jeer, steering the cart to the back wall, where all the cookies are tucked away. He decides to say nothing, merely letting your own joke make you chuckle.

He says you're easy to sedate like that. Really, he does it because the way you get the last word makes you happy.

He watches your lips pull back into an almost relieved smile, grabbing the box of cookies and nodding happily, all before turning back to him in the cart.

“Now be careful,” you warn, clutching the sweet to your chest protectively. “Suna, I’m trusting you with the most precious cargo in the cart. Do not blow it.”

“God, no need to bring out the government name, just give me the damned cookies,” he scoffs, making grabby hands and rolling his eyes when you hesitate. “And for the record, I’m the most precious cargo in the cart. Don’t even start with me.”

“You’re like. Fifth, on the tier list.”

“I’m going to fart on your pillow. Give me the cookies.”

You do, with another small smirk. "You want anything else, baby?" You ask, though you proceed to the checkout.

"Nah, I think I'm good, booger."

You hum and steer him to the self checkout, letting you bag the snacks while he passes them to you, citing you both as the "dream team"- which briefly collapses when you refuse to take his card to pay for everything and chuckling as he scrambles for the wallet tucked in his back pocket.

"You're annoying," he grumbles at your lack of acceptance for his chivalry.

"And you're squishing my snacks- you trying to sleep on the couch?"

Regardless, you push him out of the store and into the night air, and even if he'd rather chew on glass than admit it, the way your face relaxes at the feeling of fresh air makes him melt, and he smiles dopily until you jerk the cart.

"Okay. Get out."

"Huh?"

For a moment, just a moment, it's possible that Suna Rintaro forgot he's in the cart.

"Get out. I'm not wheeling you home, babe."

He sends you a playful glare before using massive hands to grip the side of the cart for leverage. He tries to push back, but his legs can't extend much farther out.

At this point, you're just watching, one brow cocked in amusement and tongue licking the corner of your mouth victoriously. If you didn't look so hot, Rintaro would be furious.

“Babe?”

“What's up, player?"

There’s a silence between you both. You're the absolute worst in this situation by barely even acknowledging his struggle. his lanky frame, still in the wired shopping cart, looks so cramped, and maybe, just maybe, if one of the Gods loved him, they would smite him down from the face of the earth right now.

You smirk, “problems?"

"I'm gonna cheat on you with Kita-San."

"Like he'll he's gonna want you when you're stuck in a cart you begged to be in."

He gnaws at his lip in focus, trying to will his knees to unbuckle from their position and out of the cart.

But they refuse.

He whimpers in his throat while you point and finally cackle at him, loudly, rudely, being absolutely no help in this scenario, and he finally hides his face in his bent knees in embarrassment.

“I’m stuck in the cart.”

[haikyusstuff]

"i'm sure. i promise."

suna rintaro x reader

summary: you're feeling a little insecure about you and rin's relationship. but who could blame you? you're at a party with a bunch of people you don't know and your boyfriend is catching up with an "old friend." that would be fine except for the fact that this so-called "old friend" is his ex and looks like she came out of a magazine.

hurt to comfort so its kinda angsty ig?? but not rly bc my heart can't take it lol

warnings: insecurities, body image, post time skip, mentions of alcohol

a/n: THIS IS MY WORK! TRANSFERRED FROM MY OLD ACC

a/n pt. 2: i wrote this at like 1am bc i woke up and this is low-key inspired by the dream i had hehe bc u should always follow ur dreams 😀👍

this. was. the worst.

to give a brief overview, you were at a club with at least a bajillion people because your boyfriend told you that it would be a "fun new experience." he gave you a kiss on the forehead upon seeing that you were nervous and the two of you walked in together.

now, you were sitting at the bar by yourself watching as another girl flirted with your boyfriend.

you were filled in on the backstory earlier. she went to inarizaki and she and suna dated for their first year and a small part of their second year of high school. she then had to move to the united states (specifically los angeles) and they ended up breaking up.

you had transferred to inarizaki in the middle of your second year, and you and suna started dating 3/4 through your third year, so you had never met her before. your classmates had never mentioned her before either. and when suna introduced you to the girl as his girlfriend, she shot you the nastiest glare before smiling sweetly at your boyfriend.

anyways, one thing led to another, and they got so caught up in chatting that they hadn't noticed how bored you were, nor had they noticed when you silently walked away.

after taking another sip of your drink, you let your eyes wander to the two of them.

a fatal mistake.

she was beautiful. no, stunning. no, show-stopping-looks-like-she-just-stepped-out-of-the-front-page-of-a-magazine-absolute-drop-dead-gorgeous was probably more accurate.

she was wearing a tiny black figure-hugging bodycon dress with a cutout just above her chest that looked amazing on her beautiful hourglass figure. she had platinum blond hair that was pulled up into a long high ponytail, big grey eyes, and shiny, clear skin.

you looked down at your own figure. then at hers. then back at yours. then hers.

though you knew it wouldn't do any good, your mind began to wander.

are these the kinds of girls rin likes?

she's so beautiful.. her waist is so tiny

i wish i could be half as pretty as her

what if rin still likes her?

what if rin doesn't actually love me..?

you knew that you needed to stop. you decided to slip out to get some fresh air.

you sat down on a bench at the park across the street (don't question why a place where children play is directly across from a club. just don't mention it) and inhaled the cool air. you were so relieved to be out of that club. so relieved that your eyelids began to feel heavy.

you awoke to a string of "ping! ping! ping!" rubbing your eyes sleepily, you opened your phone to see who would be texting you so urgently.

rinnie <3: where'd u go

rinnie <3: where r u

rinnie <3: hey bb where'd u go

rinnie <3: bubs?

rinnie <3: hey r u mad at me

rinnie <3: what did i do

rinnie <3: im sorry

rinnie <3: ok srsly where r u

rinnie <3: r u ok

rinnie <3: WHERE R U

rinnie <3: no srsly im actually worried where did u go

rinnie <3: BABE

rinnie <3: WHERE R U

There are 83 more messages from rinnie &lt;3. Click to continue!

oops.

you: sorry babe

rinnie <3: WHERE R U

you: i went outside for some fresh air

you: im at the park across the street

the club doors swing open and see your boyfriend's head furiously whipping around, trying to find you. when he sees you, he sprints over to where you're sitting.

"sorry babe." you apologize. "i didn't mean to worry you." you had never seen him look so frantic before.

"so you mean to say.." he starts before pausing to catch his breath, "that you thought that leaving without telling me and not responding to my texts wouldn't worry me?"

"i'm sorry." you say, before adding on a quick and quiet "to be fair though, you were having such a great time with ms. los angeles model that i didn't think that you would notice."

though it was quiet and muttered under your breath, suna heard it loud and clear. he sighed.

"look, we didn't break up because she was moving. we broke up because i was sick and tired of her nasty attitude. i just didn't want to be rude and say that in front of her. the only thing that's changed about her is that she's learned how to put a smile mask over her disgusting personality. a really phony one that's made out cling wrap with a sharpie smile and a bow."

you giggled slightly at this.

"look," he says softly, lifting up your chin to look you in the eyes. "you're the only one that i love. i promise, ok? you're so beautiful and sweet and it's crazy to me that god finally decided to give me some help and give me a chance with you."

he gave you a small smile.

"i love you, y/n. i love you so, so much."

and with that, he swooped you up in his arms bridal style and started walking.

"WOAH- rin where are we going?"

"home."

"but it'll take a while to walk home from here. shouldn't we just uber like we did here?"

"walking gives me more time to be close to you and talk to you."

"but you'll be walking while simultaneously holding me for a while."

he blinked. "i play professional volleyball. if you think that i can't take a walk home with my girlfriend in my arms, i'd honestly be pretty offended."

"right."

there was a brief moment of silence between the two of you.

"i'm sorry if i made you feel sad today, bubs. i love you so so much and i'll stop at nothing to make sure that you know that."

you smiled softly.

"that's what i like to see." he said, peppering ticklish kisses onto your neck to make you giggle a little.

"rin! stahahap-!" you giggle, trying to scrunch up and protect your neck.

"your laugh and smile are the two most precious things in the world."

you and rin talked the rest of the way home and he kept reminding you of how much he loved you.

when you finally got home, you asked him one final question.

"rin, are you sure that there's no more chemistry going on between you and ms. los angeles model?"

he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"i'm sure. i promise."

[haikyusstuff]

PLAYFUL RELATIONSHIPS

summary — the constant bullying in your relationship is the best. the playfulness is what you two enjoy even as you grew older.

author’s note this is also how me and my bf talk to each other and i decided to make one for my sunarin <3 some r from our conversations and some r just convos i saw online cause theyre funny 😭

additional hi i wanted to do something different so here we go :) i hope u guys enjoyed mwah

[haikyusstuff]

someone else tries to get with them

feat: bully!osamu, best friend!iwa, and rich bf!sakusa inspired by

cw: fem!reader

bully!osamu

you wanted to be anywhere but here right now, listening to this girl act as if she was your friend. you'd much rather be home, or at work, or at the library—quite literally anywhere but in front of this person you barely knew.

"i just think that osamu is a bit more extroverted and you might be too shy for him!" she said in a shrill, condescending voice. "he's always going to all these parties and i always see him talking to people...maybe he should date someone that's a more like him, you know?"

she must not know osamu all that well. he only goes to those parties because his brother or one of his friends drags him there and he spends the entire night blowing up your phone. as for talking to people, osamu can barely remember the name of his own lab partner, so it wouldn't surprise you if he got into meaningless conversations with people just to pass the time.

but on the surface, it looks as if one of the most popular guys on campus decided to date his weird, quiet childhood best friend and some people appeared to have a problem with that.

you tried to walk away from the conversation but the girl was persistent, not letting you leave until you vowed to leave osamu alone.

"don't you think it's selfish to stay with him when the two of you are so different?"

before you could respond—what you were going to say, you still had no idea—you were yanked into a solid figure, one you immediately recognized as your boyfriend already huffing in annoyance.

"been lookin' everywhere fer ya, jesus christ," he chastises, planting a quick kiss on the side of your head. "c'mon, let's go home—"

"samu! hiiii, i was actually just talking about y—"

osamu doesn't pay the girl any mind, rolling his eyes as he continues talking to you. "who the fuck is that? this is why i can't leave ya alone, babe. yer always talkin' to weirdos, let's go."

osamu pulls you away to talk about plans for dinner, leaving the strange girl dumbfounded by what she just witnessed.

best friend!iwa

"do you know if iwaizumi is seeing anyone?" the girl asked as she approached you on campus. it wasn't uncommon for random girls to come out of the woodwork to ask you about your best friend—he's a sweet, respectful, incredibly handsome man.

most of these girls figured that if they could get on your sweet side, they could get closer to their dream man. little did they know you were judging them every second they spoke to you.

when was the last time she even bothered washing her hair? or ew, her voice is annoying, haji would hate that. you let them get through their whole spiel, how they've liked iwa for ages but didn't know how to approach him and how they have a whole date planned, only for you to throw down the proverbial hammer.

"i'm sorry, haji isn't actually interested in dating anyone right now. he's really focused on his studies," you said confidently, watching the light in their eyes die.

"oh, but—"

"yeah, i would really give up if i were you," you shrugged, walking away before she could get another word in.

if anything, you were doing iwa a favor. there was no way he'd be interested in a girl like that. besides, if he got into a relationship now, he'd be too distracted to spend time with you.

"who were you talking you?" iwaizumi asks a bit later, noticing the weird interaction you had with a girl he didn't recognize.

"ugh, just another bimbo asking me about oikawa again," you lied so easily, throwing your legs over iwaizumi's lap as the two of you sat in the campus lounge. "you'd think they'd give it a break already."

iwaizumi doesn't question it. why would he? as far as he knew, you had nothing to gain by lying to him.

rich bf!sakusa

sakusa told you he had to take an important phone call and stepped away, leaving you in the shop. though, you weren't left alone for long. a few moments later you could hear incessant giggling behind you and after a while, you got the feeling it was about you.

turning around, you see a face that you're sure you've seen before but couldn't exactly place where. she must have known you, though, as she had no issue judging you with her eyes. "so kiyoomi does leave his little pet unattended. it's hard to recognize you when you're not in his shadow."

she was flanked on either side by one of her equally pompous, identical-looking friends, who both laughed at her cruel joke.

"excuse me?" fully turning around, you finally got a good look at the woman and realized that she was the daughter of a colleague that sakusa's father knew. you vaguely remembered your boyfriend complaining about having to entertain his father's guests during a boring gala a few weeks ago.

it wasn't uncommon for women to flaunt themselves at sakusa. he was the son of a prominent ceo, the heir to a successful company, and is absolutely breathtaking when he bothers to put his face mask down.

"it's just cute that kiyoomi still bothers to keep you around but he's always loved doing charity work." you weren't sure what was worse, her pathetic attempts to get a rise out of you or the shrill laughter of her air-headed friends. "our fathers are very close so don't be surprised when i'm the one on his arm whenever he gets tired of you."

"i'll be sure to remember that," you shrug your shoulders, turning your attention back to the rack of stupid clothes sakusa wanted you to try on. another day, another stupid business dinner with more spoiled brats of his father's stupid colleagues.

you tried to ignore the constant snicker, how they loudly wondered if you could even afford the clothes you were looking at—of course, you couldn't but sakusa loved to spoil you despite your attempts to dissuade him.

the teasing gets the better of you and you're about to snap back at them when the noises finally stop. you weren't sure when sakusa walked back into the store but he's by your side, staring daggers at the girl and her clique.

"and you shouldn't be surprised if my father never does business with yours again," he says curtly. his features soften the second he locks eyes with you. "here, babe. this gown will look perfect on you. go try it on for me."

the other girl tries to get a word in but she's stopped dead in her tracks by sakusa's harsh gaze returning to her. "you can go. i don't associate with trash."

the trio of mean girls drop the pieces they were looking at and scurry out of the store before they could embarrass themselves yet again. "do we still have to do this dumb business dinner?"

sakusa snorts, pushing you towards the dressing room. "of course, love, don't be foolish. you're going to be the most beautiful woman there.

©sugawarassoulmate 2023 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[haikyusstuff]

It’s not common to see Atsumu fuming.

Genuine anger, not the petty shit he throws at you when he decides he wants to be an obnoxious turd to yourself or his brother.

You can tell the difference, too, because a petulant pout and attitude is plastered on that pretty face of his, but when he’s genuinely mad, there’s no attitude; it’s just raw emotion and lips pulled in a straight line, his chest giving irregular, short breaths because he can’t breathe. It’s almost scary, but it happens so little that you’ve learned to manage it when it does happen.

This is one of those rare occasions you have no clue which he’s feeling.

The car door outside slams shut, sending a nervous chill up your spine, but it’s immediately squashed when you hear Hisako’s innocent laughter. You smile and turn towards the now opening door, and you give atsumu a fake, sympathetic look when his thick brows are furrowed in frustration. On his leg, Hisako’s tiny arms are wrapped around him, her legs locked around his ankle and her smile that’s missing a tooth is beaming up at him.

“You,” he scolds, looking down at his menace of a six year old. “Go upstairs. And don’t come out until you’re seventy-eight.”

“Can I hug mommy first?”

“If you must,” he growls. With that, Hisako quickly bounds over to you and reaches her arms up for a hug, and while you give her one, you watch as Atsumu paces the floor, cards his hair, chews on his cuticles, anything to make him calm down.

“Daddy’s mad,” she whispers in your ear.

You offer her a snort, “I know.” With a kiss to her head you plant her back to her feet and nudge her to go into her room, waiting until to door closes before you turn back to your husband.

“Atsumu-“

“I’m not ready for this,” he growls. “The little traitor, I can’t believe she’d do this to me- my own flesh and blood.”

“Don’t word it like that, you make it sound like she committed arson or something.”

He softens and pouts like a dog; clearly, whatever it is, it’s taking a toll, and you sigh before you walk over and plant a kiss to his forehead. “Whatever it was, I know it wasn’t on purpose; what happened?”

“She’s just not ready, okay, she just doesn’t know-“

“Sweetheart, you need to let me in here-“

“He was holding her hand!” He whines, scrubbing his face with his hands. “They-They-They were holding hands! I thought I had a few more years to prepare for this shit! Wanted to wait before I put the fear back into these damn boys! I can’t fight a six year old!”

You pause. You retract your hand and give him an absolute smirk.

“You’re kidding me?”

“Sure ain’t!” He barks, crossing his arms over his chest. He’s so mad his forehead vein makes itself known with a sheen of sweat. “Tomorrow, I’m going to that damned school, and I’m moving her classes!”

“Honey,” you say sweetly, gently grabbing his arm to ground him. “It’s okay; I’m the one who told her to be nice to this boy.”

Instantly, his head whips in betrayal. His eyes are blown wide, muscles tense and despite how angry he looks, he can’t find the words to convey it.

“YOU WHAT?”

You shake your head, “she asked me why she feels butterflies in her tummy when she sees him.” To try and soothe him, you hook your head over his shoulder and bat your eyes innocently, “and I told her that it’s the same feeling I get when I see you-“

“Don’t try to be sweet, I’m mad at you,” he snarls, but there’s a softness in his eye that makes you think he’s not as serious as he thinks he comes across. A massive hand cards through his hair and he looks up to the sky as if to ask for patience. “I can’t believe this. My two babies, the loves of my life, betraying me in such juvenile ways.”

“Atsumu, spell juvenile,” you challenge.

“Spell ‘no’,” he grumbles. You sigh and gently grab his arm to pull him to the couch, and for a few seconds he puts up a small fight, but does end up giving into you in the end.

“Sweetie, listen to me,” you soothe. “Hisako is six. She’s going to start having little crushes soon enough-“

“Fuck, stop reminding me,” he whines.

You shake your head and rub a soothing hand on his back. “And all we can do is let her express those feelings in healthy ways; it’s what we’ve always done.”

“What if he hurts her?”

“He’s six.”

“What if he breaks her heart?”

“I’m sure she’ll cope.”

“What if he-“

“Atsumu.” Your hands squish his cheeks. “Calm down; she’s going to be okay.” You smile and kiss his pouted lips, “you remember what it was like having a crush at school-“

“Excuse you,” he grumbles from his squished cheeks, shaking his head from your grip. “I’ve only ever been in love with you.”

“You’ve told me about your relationship with Rintaro, trust me, that was a crush.”

“Was not!”

“Was too.”

“Was not!”

“It absolutely was.” You smile warmly, “and that’s fine. But now, you need to let her experience the same thing. She’s a big girl. Besides,” you nudge your nose with his, “you’ll always be her favorite man.”

“That’s actually Osamu, but I appreciate it.” Your words do seem to calm him down however, and he wraps a big arm around you to settle into the couch, “I just love her, baby… just want her to be safe.”

“I know; and she will be.”

The silence you get comfortable in gets interrupted by the door to your home getting flung open, and while you jump in the air in shock, next to you, Atsumu chuckles.

“Speaking of the devil.”

“What did you-“

Before you can say anything, Miya Osamu suddenly stands in the middle of your living room, the hat on his head tampered with and his apron turn on his hip, his head lined with sweat as if he ran here. Your jaw slacks in surprise, “Osamu, you did not leave work to come here-“

“WHAT STUPID LITTLE SNOT WAS HOLDING HER HAND?”

[haikyusstuff]

Young parents Ushijima x readers toddler waddles into the gym cue confused Goshiki noises

You had been walking to your husband's practice with your toddlers hand clasped tightly. One of her small hand was wrapped in yours and her other hand was clutching her teddy bear, a mascot with Toshi's number on there and a frown to match the man himself. You were carrying lunch for him, something he somehow had forgotten this morning when he was wrestling hair ties into your daughters hair and decided to stop in to see him during practice.

A squeal had you looking down, her finger pointing to the door of the practice hall as she somehow escaped your clutches and ran full speed to the door. At the same time, the strap on your bag failed and it came tumbling down to the floor, between the wayward child and the broken bag now on the floor you could only sweep everything up and try to catch up.

To say Goshiki was confused was an understatement.

Not only had a small child, cute as shit child but a child none the less, waddled into the hall, but this child was carrying a teddy with Ushijima's number on. Big green eyes looking up at him, her hair in two slightly messy pigtails with a hoodie and jeans down to her light up trainers. He blinked a few times, the volleyball left bouncing on the floor.

"Er... hi?"

"Papa here?" Her sweet voice carrying through the hall making everyone stare.

"Papa? Who's your Papa?"

"Asuka? What on earth?"

A screech of laughter as Ushijima picked her up, her hands instantly going around his neck and covering his face with wet kisses. The bear still clutched in her hand now landing kisses on his face aswell, his hands holding her close to his chest making him look almost... fatherly. Then a loud noise from the door made him look up to see a tired woman at the door, her hands clutching a bag to her chest and a bento box in her other hand.

"Crazy child got away. Again."

Goshiki stood in shock as Ushijima glanced at the little girl with a raised eyebrow, her little grin still present even as she apologised to both of them before kissing him again. The woman coming over to tickle her nose before placing a quick peck on Ushijima's face.

"Wha? Huh?"

"This is my wife and our daughter, Asuka."

"But... but..."

"I think we broke him, babe."

A giggle as you leaned into your husband, his warm body next to yours and an arm slung casually around your waist. His shirt was a little damp with sweat, his hair stuck to his forehead and chest heaving but he was still handsome as ever and made your ovaries twitch everytime. Two pairs of green eyes glanced at Goshiki, his own eyes wide in shock as he pointed between all of you. The noise attracting attention from the other team members, equally confused and then laughter as they saw the animated Goshiki suddenly mute and flabbergasted.

"But...how?"

Ushijima's voice cut through the random confused noises. "Do we really need to give you a lesson in human reproduction? I thought you were brighter than that?"

[haikyusstuff]

:¨ ·.· ¨: suna rintarō's valentine special.

`· . ꔫ summary: in which suna absolutely despises valentines and has always thrown away every given box of chocolates, even the one his crush sent him.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, minor hurt with comfort, reader is apart of the botany club, atsumu and osamu make an appearance, atsumu is a chatterbox, osamu is trustworthy, plot twist.

warning/s: none.

my HQ masterlist. (valentine's edition)

"oh wow." was all you were able to mutter from the inevitable; the mountain of boxed chocolates on suna's desk.

sure, he wasn't as popular as the miyas, but he was definitely captivating.

the latter himself hasn't arrived yet, even though you normally walked to school with him. you told suna that you had to come by earlier than usual because of club duties. a lie, but a white one.

you wanted to place your own valentines gift on his desk so that when he receives it, you won't have to see the dissapointed reaction he'll get. even though it was quite early, there seemed to be a few girls that beat you to it.

knowing suna, there was a high chance that he'd throw these all away. you knew that very well.

yet a small voice in the back of your head said otherwise.

you quietly placed the box on his desk, and behind you was the door sliding open. you turned around and saw atsumu and osamu, two of suna's classmates and teammates.

osamu looks over at your stiff hands and awkward position, having just placed your box of chocolates on suna's desk. osamu chooses to metaphorically zip his mouth shut as to signify the fact that he won't tell suna a word.

you sigh in relief and nod at him, leaving the classroom to go to your own.

osamu turned to atsumu, who eyed between osamu's desk and his own vigorously. there was an obvious favorite in the different heights of the boxed sweets. let's just say that atsumu was displeased.

"why do ya have more than me? we have the same face!" atsumu scowled.

osamu shrugged, "unfortunately, not the same personality." he made his way over to his desk, ready to greedily snack on all of the well-deserved chocolates he received.

time skip.

time flies by, and with every aching second, you dread the walk home with suna. the valentine's day events in inarizaki helped keep your mind off of it, especially the part where you sold a few flowers grown by your botany club. a few students have gone home, satisfied or heartbroken, with today's results.

all of your guts gone, now hoping that suna did, in fact, throw the boxes of chocolate away like you originally thought he would.

you see him approaching the front of the inarizaki gate, and you wave, trying to act as normal as possible. suna waves back with the same bored expression on his face.

"yes, let's pretend like i don't have a massive crush on you or anything."

"so, how'd your valentine's go?" you ask him playfully even though you know he's probably just going to complain. suna scoffs, "don't even get me started."

no boxes of chocolate in sight, meaning he must've thrown them all away. this was just what you had hoped for,

yet your heart still seemed to ache.

"on the way down the stairs, i saw atsumu getting confessed to." suna recalled.

"and?" you asked.

"he made the girl cry."

you roll your eyes, "classic 'tsumu. being shockingly inconsiderate as always." you said. atsumu was a smart player on the court, but off it, he could be a real asshat.

suna hummed in agreement, "let's get going. all the love in the air is making me restless." he said with sarcasm clear in his tone. you giggled, nodding.

there was a tranquil silence between you two, only shoes padding against the cement of the sidewalk was heard. you walking alongside one another merely as friends and nothing more.

you didn't want that.

you see your house in the distance and decide that it was time to confess. if he rejects you, you can dash home, shut the door, and deal with him tomorrow. it's not the best plan, but it's doable. "suna.. i really like you." your voice quiet, getting ready to run.

suna looks at you to see your cute face glowing red. he chuckles lowly, "i know."

you whip your head at him, stopping in your tracks. "really?! wh— but how?" you query.

flashback.

"hey, sunarin." osamu greeted the boy, who only nodded and made his way toward his desk.

"this is fer you." atsumu gave suna a box— correction, your box of chocolates. suna raises a brow, "are you making me your garbage man for the day?" he deadpans. it's too early in the morning for atsumu and his antics.

atsumu chokes out a laugh, "no, you dumbass! that's from y/n. she placed it on yer desk this morning, but i pulled it aside so that it doesn't drown in yer sea of valentine's." he explained, enjoying the way he (actually, you) broke through suna's deadpan nature; his eyes widened slightly, and the corner of his cheeks were tinted a nice shade of red.

osamu's jaw slacks, and it's now wide open from atsumu's exposure. atsumu turns to his twin and shrugs, "i never zipped my mouth shut with ya, y'know?"

osamu cringes, "this's exactly why i got more valentine's than yer nosy ass."

"excuse me, how dare you, sir!"

suna takes the box from atsumu and examines it. it was a pink, heart-shaped box with a cute red ribbon tied on one curve. it's not store-bought, suna knows. he doesn't see a brand name, and it has your scent on it. you spent your time actually making it. and it looks to suna that you made it with care since it's in such pristine condition. why would you send him an undeserving valentine when you knew suna himself hated the holiday? "this is from y/n?" he asked atsumu.

atsumu groans at suna's mild disbelief, "yes! it's not like i can give you a damn picture of her puttin' it on yer desk. tell him, 'samu!" he turned to his twin as his last resort to convince their middle blocker.

"as much as i don't wanna meddle in yer personal affairs, 'tsumu is right." osamu confirmed as atsumu looks back at suna with an "i-told-you" expression.

flashback ends.

you stood there idly, trying to process the bizarre story suna just told. "but then again.. this is all because of atsumu here. it sounds like something he'd do." you thought to yourself.

you don't believe him until suna cuts you off, pulling out the familiar box of chocolates from his bag. "i ate a few already. they were delicious." suna opened the box to showcase the fact that he did indeed eat a few. he took one more and popped it into his mouth.

"wait.. if you knew those chocolates were from me, then why didn't you say anything?!" you exclaimed in an irritated tone.

suna poked your red-tinted cheek, "i wanted to hear it straight from you." you felt your face getting warmer and warmer as suna pulled you close. you hid yourself in his chest, feeling quite bashful.

"and yes, i like you too." suna finally admits, "i'll keep any valentine's gift you give me, y/n."

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[haikyusstuff]

"He's late."

"He's never late," you say brushing off Iwaizumi's concern.

"Well then today he breaks that streak because he's not here."

Juggling your bag, coffee, and keys, you press your shoulder to your ear holding the phone so you can keep talking.

"This is Kageyama Tobio and volleyball we're talking about here, Iwaizumi. I'm sure he's already there and you just haven't noticed him."

"Do you think that little of me?" he asks with a touch of insult. "I've checked everywhere. Practice started half-an-hour ago and he's not here."

You exhale in an angry, silent growl.

You just wanted one morning--one morning--where you could go to a doctor's appointment and the men's national team could function like the adults they are

but no.

Thinking you could go to the stadium late, sneak in an hour of alone time and uninterrupted work after the appointment was destroyed by another problem.

Another day.

Another struggle.

"No one's heard anything from him and he's not answering his phone... I wouldn't have called you if it wasn't an emergency," Iwaizumi assures you and you believe it.

It's not like Kageyama to be late for anything related to volleyball. As your key slides into the lock your irritation at being interrupted shifts to worry.

What of something did happen to Tobio?

"It's okay Iwa," you reassure him. "We'll find him and I'm sure he's going to be fine...just a silly mix-up is all."

He huffs, his form of a worried sigh. "Just let me know as soon as you do."

"I will."

Your door swings open as you hang up and the empty quiet of your apartment echoes the growing fear in your chest as your mind stays focused shifting into overdrive to make a plan to find him, to think of all the places he could be, could have gone, could have done, could have--

"Tobio?"

You stop abruptly, bag slumping off your shoulder as the door slams shut.

"Shhh!" He flinches, finger over his lips, and gestures his blue eyes down to his lap.

His lap.

You frown, heart pounding in surprise and relief, then confusion as you notice the fluffy black loaf curled up on his thighs.

Kageyama gulps. "She's asleep," he whispers.

And the situation hits you.

You slowly, silently, set your things down and slip out of your shoes before tiptoeing over to the couch, a smile pulling at your mouth. "How long have you been sitting here?"

He glances at the clock. "An hour and twenty-five minutes," he answers still whispering. He shifts uncomfortably; your cat opens her eyes and makes a small sound of protest.

Kageyama freezes.

You muffle a laugh.

When your cat slowly closes her eyes again he desperately whispers "she jumped up when I was filing my nails this morning and I didn't know what to do. So I pet her a little bit and she seemed happy but then she fell asleep and I needed to pee but I didn't want to get up right away and then after a while I realized I had to get ready for practice but every time I've tried to move she does that and I don't want to upset her but practice started a half hour ago and I have to pee soo badly."

Full of love and appreciation for the adorable setter you gently lift the warm, limp feline off his lap to a grumpy meow.

"Oh thank you," he whispers in urgent relief and dashes away the moment his lap is clear.

Your cat meows again in displeasure as you cradle her in your arms. "I know, I know, Mikasa...I would spend all day there, too, if I could but we have to let him get to practice."

She meows, disgruntled, and nips at your hand as you scratch her stomach.

"He'll be back again soon. I promise," you tell her. She twitches and flips down out of your arms in a sign of disbelief.

You grin as she struts away and Tobio comes out of the bathroom.

"Thank god you came home when you did," he says giving you a quick kiss.

"I only came back because Iwaizumi called when you didn't show up for practice." You level him with a flat look and he blushes.

"Yeah...I didn't have my phone on me when it all happened ," he admits sheepishly, pulling it off the counter. "47 missed calls?!"

You sigh. "They were worried..." Your phone lights up with another call from Iwaizumi and you glance at Tobio who's looking at you with the same focus he has on the court, the same focus with which he looks at you, his manager.

"What are we going to tell them?"

"I guess..." You slowly exhale in acceptance. "It's time we tell them we're dating."

[haikyusstuff]

[ kita shinsuke ]

you stared blankly at the clear box of heart-shaped chocolates that was handed to you, your two incredibly proud best friends standing in front of you with a wide grin. suna was between them, snickering as snapped a picture of your exhausted expression as you slowly glanced up. “…you two are aware valentine was days ago, right?”

suna raised an unamused eyebrow, pushing his phone into his pocket as the three of you continued walking. “yes, we remember how you were mourning over our captain after he rejected you the entire day clearly.”

your eyes narrowed as the twins turned to him with groans, berating him for reminding you about the incident

as if you could even forget.

“you forced me to confess.” you hissed out. the three immediately grimaced and you had a guess they were remembering how they quite literally forced you to give kita the letter you never planned to give. it was silent for a few seconds before suna’s blank face cracked as he sighed softly, shrugging his backpack off one shoulder. he stopped walking as he moved the backpack in front of him, unzipping it and easily pulling out small bouquet that you had no idea how it did not get crushed.

he extended it over, frowning. “we’re sorry. we genuinely thought he likes you back.”

you stared at him for a few seconds before quietly accepting it, mumbling a quiet ‘thank you’ before atsumu suddenly groaned loudly, stopping in his steps. “this all makes no sense! he gave so much hints about liking you!”

osamu huffed. “he practically glared at us everytime we jokingly flirted with you, we were so sure about it!”

you hummed mindlessly as suna shrugged an arm over your shoulder comfortably with a sigh before you glanced up at the gates that were a few feet away. “hey, let’s skip first period today, i could really use a coffee.”

suna pulled you closer with a quiet grin, his head leaning on yours. “you’re paying?”

you matched his grin, leaning closer to him. “of course i am. after all, i have a bouquet and chocolates to make up for.”

that day, you strolled into practice half-way, your eyes down on your phone as you did so. everyone was already used to your presence that no one even glanced over as you slumped on the nearest set of benches, placing the bouquet beside you before you started snacking on the chocolates.

man, osamu was a good fucking cook.

unfortunately for you, you were too invested in your phone to notice how kita halted in his steps when he saw the bouquet and chocolates, his blank stare cracking as he frowned, eyes analyzing you as you nonchalantly ate the chocolates.

and unfortunately for kita, three certain players certainly did notice, both sharing a look before grinning as they walked over, atsumu smirking at his captain. “the roses are pretty, aren’t they?”

kita’s gaze remained on you, unmoving. “they’re… nice. who is it from?”

“who knows?” suna shrugged nonchalantly, eyes half-lided in amusement. “they have a lot of admirers.”

kita’s fingers tightened around the ball. “i thought they didn’t like chocolates.”

osamu grinned widely. “which is why whoever made them probably have altered them to their taste. must be someone pretty close, hm?”

atsumu leaned on his brother. “probably means they have a chance with [y/n], don’t you think so, samu?”

“oh, i believe so, tsumu—“

“get back to practice.” kita’s stern voice cut through. the three mockingly saluted him before they moved on, making sure his gaze was still on you before they bursted into silent giggles, palms pressed against their lips to muffle the noises.

yeah, they were definitely sure he liked you.

so, when your name was called loudly after practice, they couldn’t help the smirks as they quickly excused themselves with giggles, reminding you of young gossiping teenage girls and leaving you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion before you slowly turned around.

“kita?”

the response you got was a pretty white rose carefully held out. kita stared at you, eyes soft and lips curled into a small smile. “i couldn’t say yes without having our first date thoroughly planned out. are you still interested?”

[haikyusstuff]

[6:36 PM] ft. Iwaizumi Hajime

wc: 200

--

You watch as Miya Atsumu settles into his seat in front of the reporters before setting the little toddler into his lap. She babbles quietly, incoherently as Atsumu answers question after question. 

“Yeah,” you hear Atsumu say, “I think the team works really well together because-” 

“Wa!” the little girl interrupts. 

“Because of our high school rivalries-” 

“Wawa-chan!” 

You watch Atsumu’s little daughter lock focus on Hajime standing next to you, reaching her stubby arms out to him. 

“Wawa-chan!” she repeats. 

Atsumu laughs, “she loves Iwaizumi, our athletic trainer.” 

You look over at your boyfriend, who’s trying to keep a straight face but also raises a hand to wiggle his fingers at the little Miya, who giggles in return. 

“I didn’t know you liked kids,” you whisper at him. 

“I don’t,” he says, all the while still making funny hand motions. 

“If you like them so much,” you snake your fingers into his large palm. “I could help you out.” 

Hajime squeezes your palm in reprimand. “Behave.” He looks over at you out of the corner of his eyes. “Anyway I’d like to get married before that.” 

You sigh dramatically, “such a gentleman. You weren’t last night when we were-” 

He slips the hand that was holding yours around your waist and gives the fat of your hips a solid squeeze. “Behave.” he whispers against your ear.

“Or I’ll make you later.”

[haikyusstuff]

:¨ ·.· ¨: when they have a girlfriend who owns a ton of

`· . ꔫ plushies. (includes: suna, kenma, and atsumu.)

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, the boys being lowkey jealous of your plushies, sassy kenma, being compared to plushies, mentions of sanrio, timeskip in atsumu's.

warning/s: manga spoilers (if you squint).

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (?)

SUNA RINTARŌ

when he first walked into your bedroom, there was amusement written all over face

plushies on your shelves, desk, and bed

and yk what's the first thing he does??

dive onto your bed.

"tarō—! my bed!" you scolded him because those plushies took WAAAY TOO LONG TO ARRANGE.

but just one look at suna's peaceful state, with his messy hair and closed eyes

the irritance is slowly drowned out

he specifically chooses to hold onto your choco cat plush, and you don't fail to see the resemblance

how cute 😭😭😭

"why do you like choco cat so much?" you ask

"the other ones are ugly."

YOU GASPED AND COVERED YOUR SAKURA EDITION POMPOMPURIN'S EARS.

suna chuckles lowly and leans in to give you a peck on your cheek, "just kidding, pretty."

KENMA KOZUME

i have a huge crush on kenma

who doesn't tbh

whenever you guys cuddle, you end up hugging your rare fluffy jumbo baby milk plush.

WHICH, BY THE WAY, HE GOT AS A GIFT FOR YOUR THIRD ANNIVERSARY TOGETHER.

wtf that should be me - kenma kozume 2023

once you're finally asleep, he tries to pry that stupidly big plush away from your arms

WHY DO YOU HAVE SUCH AN IRON GRIP ON THAT THING??

when kenma finally succeeds, he snuggles into the warmth of your chest

not before glaring victoriously at the neglected plush ofc

"i. win." he whispers tauntingly with a grinch-like smirk

you stir in your sleep, "hm..? did you say something, ken?" you ask drowsily

"no." he replies ever so innocently

ATSUMU MIYA

he's amazed.

you just got ten times cuter if that's even possible.

when he's away at a different prefecture for a game, he sees all the affordable sanrio plushies there

affordable. take note of that adjective.

so now he's trying to pick which one reminds him of you the most

"this one kinda looks like y/n.." he thinks

HE WAS TALKING ABOUT A MY MELODY PLUSH PLS I HATE HIM SMSMSM

his teammates are teasing him in the background

when atsumu comes home to you, your jaw drops from the thoughtful gift he got

it turns out that he forgot to remove the price tag

just as you were about to rip it off, your eyes landed on the price

and the way you choked on your own spit.

"'t-tsumu?! this is fifteen thousand yen!!" you scolded

".. yer point exactly?"

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