best thing about this is that kiyoomi canonically has neat and small handwriting. he writes his signature with his full name in tiny characters. loml with easy to read and legible handwriting š¤
*ļ¼āæā handwriting headcanons w/ my favs āāæļ¼*
pairings:bokuto, suna, sakusa(seperatly) x gn!reader
tags: fluff, ranting, not super x reader but youāre their partner.
warnings: they/them pronouns, probably a few curse words, lemme know if i should add anything!
word count: 396
a/n: a/n: pt 2 of my 300 follower series :d. iāll add the link when iām finished with it! (iām like half way to 500 rn but this is old! pls forgive me!). also these are short and sweet! kinda just wanted to post something!
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bokuto:
messy.
itās practically illegible, but somehow he can always read it perfectly, even if he wrote it a year ago.
itās tilted, but not in one direction. for the love of god donāt give this man plan copy paper to write on. one line will be tilted to the write and 5x smaller than the next line which is now tilted to the left.
ambidextrous, he didnāt train himself or anything. in fact people consider him ambidextrous simply because his handwriting doesnāt get any worse with whatever hand he writes with.
surprisingly decent at cursive, probably because thereās a lot of extra loops in his regular handwriting anyways.
suna:
so messy omfg
you canāt read it, he canāt read it, no one can
donāt ever let him write things down for you, it never works. youāll be like āwhat does this say?ā and he just shrugs.
his signature is so sloppy too, lucky for him it doesnāt have to be legible
sometimes heāll be cute and try and hand write text messages, particularly if he has an away game and canāt call. he actually tries really hard to write neatly, but mans can write nice with a pen, how the hell does he expect himself to write with his finger? his teammates are like āsuna youāve spent 18 of our 20 minute break rewriting that damn message, hurry up!ā
if atsumu is there, he will definitely record suna just rewriting it over and over again. sends it to you, but expects you to make fun of suna, but you find it endearing.
but you do still tease him about it, he gets all pouty though
sakusa
the only one that writes neatly out of the three
he writes in neat cursive, because i hc he comes from like a rich/well off family so they put him in english+cursive lessons
even if his handwriting is neat people still complain because its like cursive so its harder to read
he lowkey gets kinda insecure about it.
like atsumu told him about suna sending his s/o a handwritten message, and now he wants too, but hes worried you wont like it, or say something about his cursive D:
bokuto ends up being his hype man, and sending the message for him, because heās to scared to send it himself
heās very relived when you absolutly adore it :D
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sakusa thoughts
- changes his pjs every night. they are all the same like button up shirt and pants in like navy blue or something
- only uses over ear headphones because heās not gonna ādamage his ears before heās 50ā if u ever say ur ear hurts or something heās like Itās bc of them damn airpods
- lectures you if you drink anything other than water (he has a nearly full starbucks loyalty card(he got the card 2 weeks ago))
- his curly hair is so like . like. yk like ooouuuhh. heās probably like those people that say they just drink water when someone asks how their skin is so clear but heās just like āUm i just wash it idk..ā but he has a drawer full of stuff for it
- does face masks with you once you beg him and tell him it will ācleanā his skin better than water/cleanser
- the most luscious eyebrows sorry
- tries to get u to go places with him without saying it bc heās embarrassed. if heās going like to the store heās like āok i just wonāt get anything for you. oh youāre coming now wow youāre soo desperateā heās cheering and applauding his discreetness in his head
- cant think of what this guy listens to itās probably like podcasts or some bs bruh
- i think he watches cooking shows but not really. like yk when you watch something but youāre just watching it bc itās there but youāre enjoying it??? yeah he does that. if u see him watching and ur like ādo u wanna make thatā heās unaware what it really is he just likes routine.
- following instructions is what he was born for. if u ask him to do something or get something heāll remember what u said word for word and be like ānext they said to do thisā so cute
- against napping. he is against it fully like a father. he says stuff like āif u slept normally at night you wouldnāt need to napā ok mr 9pm bedtime
- he got an ipad and now he forgets he has a phone. if u call him he wonāt see til morning bc he watches his cooking shows then goes to sleep without checking his phone and heās like āsorry i turned my phone off to go to sleep earlyā we all know ur secret omi.
- he isnāt the most physically affectionate but if you are then he can tolerate it for a bit because itās you. he will probably ask you to get off after some time but he promises itās not you, itās him. he just still isnāt quite used to having someone in his space.
vivis note: Hi . Where are all the sakusa fans. should i make more texts orrrr do some hcs like suna or someone idk Help Me
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[7:17 pm]
āhurry up, hurry up, hurry up!ā you say as he slowly takes careful steps towards you, eyes focused on the hot paper bowl of noodles still steaming from the hot water.
āiām here, iām here, iām here!ā he mocks teasingly, voice pitched higher than normal in an effort to exaggerate your own. you stick your tongue out at him and he grins in triumph as you clear the table in front of you.
discarded wraps of ume and mentaiko onigiris you had eaten earlier were still strewn about, and you hurriedly tossed them in the trash next to you. kiyoomi sets down the ramen on a clean part of the table and pulls out wet tissues, opening the tab and handing it to you. you both wordlessly begin to wipe down the surface, hands moving in perfect clockwork.
kiyoomi thinks itās funny how even in an empty 7-11 convenience store, at the dead of night, the two of you still carry out the same routine. like itās set in stone, like itās part of your lives, like itās embedded in your hearts.
he watches you toss the dirtied tissues in the bin and squeeze sanitizer on your palms, clapping it twice before you hand one of the wrapped chopsticks to him. when he doesnāt take it immediately, your eyes shift to where he is sitting on your right.
āwhat?ā you ask, right eyebrow raised.Ā
heās looking into your eyes directly now, dark irises seemingly stripping you of any secret youāve kept your whole life.
what you donāt know is that heās thinking of how thankful he is of how his whole life led up to this.Ā
you squirm under his piercing gaze and when your face turns into a confused grimace, he plucks the chopsticks and rips the paper wrapping open. kiyoomi takes a moment to brace himself, then breaks the chopsticks apart (perfectly, of course) and hands it to you, retrieving the other one from the table for himself.
āare you going to tell me what happened just then? it seems like youāve got a lot on your mind.ā you remark while stirring the noodles. he shakes his head. āitās a secret.ā
ācome on, i tell you everything and you keep secrets from me?ā
āi would trade you one secret if you give me some of those chocolate cookies you stashed away in the back of the cabinet so you can have it all to yourself. tsk, tsk. it was the good kind, too.ā he jokes, feigning disappointment and sadness.
you give him a side eye before picking a big clump of noodles with your chopsticks, forgetting for a millisecond that they are, indeed, still boiling hot. you yelp and he whips his head while letting go of his own chopsticks, immediately taking your own in his hands as he blows on your lips and scalded tongue.Ā
small beads of tears form in the corner of your eyes as you try to recover from the burn, but even with a hazy view blocked by liquids and the harsh lights in the store, kiyoomiās face is clearer than ever.Ā
you recall how long it took for the both of you to warm up to each other when you were both introduced by a mutual friend.
you also recall how quick he contacted you, exactly a day after, admitting that he had fun and would like to hang out with you again (against his built up pride of the stoic man that he presents himself as isāor was, now that you know him really well).
and now heās sitting in front of you, legs beside both of your thighs encasing you, blowing on your tongue you foolishly burnt because you were thinking about whatĀ heāsĀ thinking. you let out a cackle and kiyoomi stops blowing.
āwhat are you thinking about? what was that?ā
you stare at him before smirking. āitās a secret.ā you whisper, mimicking him earlier. he stares at you for a really long time before attacking your face with pecks of kisses.
you donāt try to stop him and instead let out some giggles. in the beginning, heāll only ever do this when thereās no one around. now, heās gotten bolder with his constant showering of affection. you decide to savor the moment and let him have it.Ā
he stops and looks into your eyes again, face still in his hands. āyou. are. a. menace.ā he says, pecking your lips with every word. he lets go of you and turns back to his own noodles, slurping some of them once they cooled down to a better temperature. you focus on your own too, and both of you eat in silence.
with his mouth full of noodles, kiyoomi stares at you lovingly. you are aware of it, but you stare straight ahead and focus on the cars outside on the highway to distract yourself from getting shy.
kiyoomi suddenly hugs you. he rests his head on your left shoulder, joining you in your car-watching while simultaneously looking up and admiring your features. you keep your face straight and try your best to keep it rigid. youāre getting red from all the staring anyway. this is your last defense from getting embarrassed. you expect him to go back to his noodles.
contrary to your expectations, however, he leans in.
your heart begins to race.
he leans in really, really close to your ears.
you swear youāre getting palpitations.
āi love you. thank you for being in my life,ā he whispers before kissing you sweetly on the left cheek.
your heart feels like itās going to burst.
you slowly turn your blushing face at him, and you melt when you see him as red as a tomato. the same as you are right now. youāre at a loss for words, so you opted to kiss him. deeply this time. you put your hands around his neck and continue kissing until you break apart while catching your breath.
it takes you a few minutes to reply back.
āyou taste spicy.ā
āyou taste spicy too.ā
you both laugh heartily. his right dimple comes out, and so does the one on your left. you go back to watching the cars, putting your left arm around his shoulder as he leans in to you.
ādo you think i should get a car?ā you ask.
āyou can ride in mine. but itās up to you.ā he replies.
youāre getting sleepy. he is too. you mull the thought over.
ānah. i think iāll hitch a ride in your car forever.ā you finally say. kiyoomi happily hums in reply. āthe passenger seat is only for you and no one else, anyway,ā he thinks.
both of you donāt say it, but the both of you like this. five years down the line, the two of you still carry out the same routine. like itās set in stone, like itās part of your lives, like itās embedded in your hearts.
šæ footnotes:
i am the convenience store employee watching these two idiots being in love and gushing over how adorable they are ā¦.. haha ā¦haā¦. sucks to be single ā¦ā¦. i guessā¦.. š«
stamped and mailed with love,
joo šø
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