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shishu-writes · 4 years

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𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮: 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

Ａｔｓｕｍｕ

𝘼𝙨𝙠𝙨: 𝙃𝙞𝙞𝙞! 𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤 𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 77? 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨/𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨? 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨😤💕

A/N: Not my finest 💔

Warnings: Alcohol, Language

G: Angst if you squint to fluff

WC:1643

Prompt 77. “Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything”

The feeling of multiple people, pushing and shoving each other around Bokuto's familiar and normally spacious apartment was suffocating. More than half of the people crowded in this space were drunk, the others were getting there and taking their time doing it. You wished when Atsumu told you about the party you declined and stayed home like Sakusa opted to, but you couldn’t. You didn't want Atsumu to think that you were lame or boring, especially since you were only a couple months into your relationship.

You and Atsumu had been friends for many years before the pair of you finally stopped tiptoeing around the mutual pining the two of you shared, which was obvious to everyone other than the both of you. However, despite Atsumu having fallen in love with the shy, timid, and emotionally constipated, you. You still felt the need to seem more interesting around him to make sure he didn't lose interest. Even if that meant being miles out of your comfort zone and wanting the world to open you up and swallow you whole right now.

You knew all of the MSBY boys, you adored each of them, and they all had a particularly soft spot for you. Frequently reminding you that Atsumu didn’t deserve you much to his displeasure. So, when you entered the party on Atsumu’s arm they all crowded you, greeting the two of you loudly, already buzzed, before returning back to their drinks. Leaving you a little more overwhelmed seconds into the party.

Atsumu shot you a small smile and placed a gentle kiss on your temple as he pulled you through the seas of loud chatting and music. Hot, sweaty bodies bumped into the two of you while Atsumu voiced multiple greetings to those that called his name over the speakers. After what feels like ages (but was merely seconds) you had made it to the somewhat empty kitchen. Atsumu removed his hand from the small of your back, where it previously sat and opened the refrigerator door, pulling out two cans of his drink of choice. “Here, drink up.” he smiles before offering you one. You hesitate before taking it from his grip, cracking it open and taking a small sip. Your nose scrunched from the bitter taste and you pulled the can away, holding it with both hands. Atsumu, who was too busy investigating the other options in the fridge didn't see your reaction, nor did he realize that you were blatantly lying to him when he asked if you liked it and you responded with a soft “Yeah, of course.”

Maybe seconds after Atsumu had closed the fridge and began downing a beer, Kuroo rushed his way into the kitchen, followed by a less than excited Kenma. While you didn’t know these men as well as you knew the others, you were still fairly well acquainted with the two, and even more so Kenma, as the two of you shied away from events like these when possible. Kuroo, in a flurry of semi slurred speech dragged Atsumu from the kitchen, leaving Kenma in his wake. Silently you pulled a barstool out from under the kitchen island and sat, setting the beer down on it and pushing it away from you. Kenma, in turn, opened the fridge, brought out two bottles of cold water and sat next to you. “I assume we both got dragged here?” He asks softly, pushing one bottle towards you. As you nod he sighs, looking out of the door frame to the main room, which had seemed to have gotten even more claustrophobic.

“Why did you come if you didn’t want to be here? You know Atsumu wouldn't ever hold it against you.” He mutters, pulling his phone out to scroll through his many emails, trying to catch up on whatever he's missing. “I could say the same to you, Mr. CEO, this place isn't really your scene either..” “Kuroo is convinced I'm working myself to death. For whatever reason he thought this would be a good way to get me to relax.” “That's dumb..” “You're telling me.”

Silence.

But a peaceful one. As peaceful as it could be with music bumping in the background.

For the next ten minutes or so, you and Kenma sat and caught up. It was a nice conversation despite the drunks that stumbled in to grab another drink or a couple that entered expecting privacy just to clumsily trip out of the room after they saw the two of you. However it all came to a bitter end when Kuroo reentered the space, dragging Kenma away by his collar, leaving you there alone.

After sitting for another couple minutes, mindlessly scrolling through social media, you decided that it was probably better to find your boyfriend than have him return back to the kitchen and catch you sulking instead of being the life of the party that you had wanted to portray yourself as. You stood from your spot, tossing the now empty water bottle in the recycling bin and exiting the room.

Immediately as you exited you were overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people condensed in this space, you were being shoved around the room faster than you could move towards the sound of your boyfriend's laughter. Frustration started to bubble up your chest. As you neared the corner your boyfriend was standing in, his light blonde hair finally coming into view, a girl a little taller than you, obviously drunk, bumped into you, spilling her drink all over the cute, short red dress you had searched your entire closet to find just hours before. The sticky brown liquid stained the fabric and the girl scoffed at you. “Watch where you’re fucking going! You made me drop my drink!” she yells at you, word slurred.

Your normal shy and quiet composure broke as she yelled at you. A migraine already forming, frustrated by the way everyone moved with no regard for others, and now the fact that you were sticky from the drink and sweaty from the body heat radiating off of those around you. A frown tugged on your lips as you raised your voice at her. “You bumped into me and ruined my dress! I don’t even know you! What gives you the right?” you prod, a crowd forming around the two of you. “You made me spill my drink! I don’t need to know you to know that! Also by the looks of it I did your tacky dress a favor!” “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! How fucking dense do you have to b-” “Hey babe-excuse us..” Atsumu interjects, appearing seemingly out of nowhere behind you, looping an arm around your waist and pushing you gently along with him down the hallway to an empty bedroom, giving a lighthearted smile and nod to those he walked past as he led you away from the commotion.

As he closed the door to the dark room behind him he leaned his back against it, hand resting on the doorknob. “There is no way that you were ‘bout ‘t fight that chick..” he says, a breathy laugh finishing off the end of his sentence. You stared at him, standing at least two feet away now. Your fists were balled up and there were tears brimming the corners of your eyes that Atsumu couldnt see through the darkness of the room.

“Atsumu..” you start, trailing off before a soft sob escapes your lips. He tenses up, releasing the doorknob and walking towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Baby...are you cryin’?” he whispers, moving one hand up to comb through your hair, no longer caring about the alcohol staining your dress that surely was now on his shirt as well.

“I'm so tired..this week felt so long and I wanted to go out with you tonight because I know you like doing stuff like this and I like staying at home most of the time but I still wanted to spend time with you- then I didn’t even leave the kitchen and when I did I was shoved around and bumped into that girl and my head hurts and i'm sweaty and I have alcohol all over my dress.” you babble, sobbing all the while.

“I don’t want you to think I'm boring..” you whisper, hands gripping the fabric of his shirt. He lets out a quiet sigh, moving the hand that combed through your hair to your chin, lifting it to look you in the eyes. “Why didn’t ya shoot me a text to tell me ya didn't want t’ stay?” he mutters, looking into your glossy eyes as he spoke. “Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything when we do stuff like this...I’ve been really pushing myself out of my comfort zone to do things like this for you but I don’t think its for me...I don't want to put a damper on things though..” you mutter.

“Ya know I didn't fall in love with ya because you're a social butterfly right? You're sweet, and timid. You enjoy laying in bed with me watching dumb horror films that I get scared at more than you do..I knew th’ little things about ya before we started dating...Ya dont have’ta change for me. I’ve been in love with ya from th’ start.” he smiles, brushing his thumb over the tear rolling itself down your cheek.

“C’mon..no more cryin’. Let's get you outta here, I have a sweater and some tylenol in th’ car you can change into and take then we can grab some fries and snuggle up at home. How does that sound to ya?” “Perfect..” you say softly, releasing his shirt from your grip, letting your hands fall into his. “Let’s go then, sweet girl.”

#atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #Miya Atsumu #msby jackals #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu x reader #x reader #haikyu x reader #reader insert #inarizaki x reader #inarizaki #haikyuu timeskip #kenma kozume #kuroo tetsurou #miya atsumu haikyuu #shis500event

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shishu-writes · 4 years

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𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮: 𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐲-𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

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𝘼𝙨𝙠𝙨: 65. 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙊𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙪??? 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣❤❤❤

𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤~~ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙣 500! 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙞 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 #65 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚? 𝙩𝙮𝙨𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚!

A/N: inconsistent posts and stuff i write almost passing out at 1 am 🥵

Warnings: none?

G: Fluff

WC: 1056

Prompt 65. “How about a kiss?”

This week felt never ending.

Finals were rolling around the corner a lot sooner than you had anticipated, leaving you to feel like you were days behind academics wise. You had barely understood a thing that was being spoken about in your classes for the past month, so the study sessions you had committed yourself to felt like you were teaching yourself all new material, and it was difficult.

Your sleep schedule shifted almost entirely, spending the nights catching up on work, paying as much attention as you could in class while scribbling notes down at a rapid pace that you promised yourself you'd spend the time to fix and beautify later but never did, skipping meals in favor of reviewing work you just barely understood, and power napping during the thirty minute school lunch.

This, of course, didn't go unnoticed by your ever-so-perceptive boyfriend. He noticed how your skin lost a little pigment, your eyes sunk in, heavy, dark bags stretching from underneath them. How you'd slump in your seat and try your hardest during the passing period to pay attention to the stories he was telling you without falling asleep standing up. (which became a game for him after a while. He enjoyed making up the most insane story while acting like it was fact to gauge if you were even listening, most of the time earning a small hum of acknowledgement or a halfhearted ‘Really? That's so crazy..’ with your eyes half lidded. It never failed to make him smile, finding humor in the situation, but it also left him feeling anxious at the sight of you so out of it.)

The boy, who didn’t quite understand what triggered such a shift in your routine, immediately caught on when he showed up at your front door, dressed for the day, ready to take you out on a date you had planned weeks prior. A movie you had been really excited about was finally releasing, and as a gift Osamu had gotten the best seats in one of the nicest theatres in the area for the two of you. This, of course, you wouldn’t stop talking about for days after.

So, when you opened the door, sweatpants loosely hanging off your hips, one of Osamu’s hoodies which was far too large for you hanging off your shoulders, hair messy (presumably from running your hands through it so many times from frustration.) and adorning a confused, tired expression, he realized just how bad things had gotten. A frown made its way to his lips, and he gently pushed the door open a little wider to enter, shutting it behind him.

“Did ya forget about our date?” He asks softly, as if he didn’t already know the answer from your appearance. “Osamu...wrong day. The movie doesn’t even come out until-” “October 2nd?” he asks, turning his phone towards you as he speaks so you can see the date displayed brightly on the screen. You blink from the brightness, eyes adjusting to the device in front of you before your eyes go wide. “Babe...I completely forgot I'm so sorry- I didn't even mean to I didn't know it was today- i thought it was still September if i'm being honest...oh god…” “Baby it’s-” “You paid so much for those tickets and i'm not even ready-i'll go get dressed now I'll be out in 5 minutes max just-” “Pretty girl you don’t-” “i'll be back!” you call out, running (or more so stumbling, your vision was a little hazy) up the stairs. A breathy sigh leaves Osamu's lips. He places his coat on the couch arm, kicking off his shoes, and follows you up the stairs at a much less clumsy pace.

He sets two soft knocks on your door before he opens it, stopping you from the rapid undressing process you had begun, pulling the hoodie back over your form before picking you up, easily slinging you over his shoulder, ignoring your fists gently hitting his back and demands to put you down with threats of being late to a movie he no longer cared for. He takes note of your desk, which had papers and books scattered all over the place, loose assignments littering the floor, post-it notes strung messily along the wall, and your bed was no different.

Without a second thought, he used his free arm to shove all previous work that sat on your bed onto the floor, throwing you as gently as he could onto the mattress. “Sleep.” he commanded, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the back of the office chair you had basically lived in for the past week.

Your eyebrow cocked, sitting up from the uncomfortable position you had been thrown in. “What? We have to go on our date- and you shoved all of my materials on the floor! I have to work on that stuff-” “Sleep, now.” he speaks up, voice unwavering as he climbed into bed behind you, pulling you back into his arms, wrapping them tightly around you. “Osamu...seriously...there's things I need to do today…” “what do I have to do to convince you to stay in bed with me for a couple hours and take a nap?” “there's nothing you can do that’ll change my-” “how about a kiss?”

The silence that ensues after his question was answer enough for him as he pressed a gentle kiss onto the back of your neck, trailing the same, feather light kisses along your neck to your jaw. He moves one hand up to caress the other side of your jaw, moving your face towards him before placing a soft kiss on your lips. Just as soon as he started it, he stopped. “Bed, now. We will talk about this..” he says, rubbing his thumbs gently over the bags beneath your eyes. “And this..” he adds, pointing a thumb back at your mess of a desk. “When you wake up. But for now...sleep.”

A sigh of reluctance escaped your lungs, but despite your mind telling you that you need to cram just a bit more information in before your tests this upcoming Friday, the waves of exhaustion that hit your body when you found just how comfortable it was in Osamu’s arms was just a bit louder.

#inarizaki haikyuu #inarizaki #inarizaki imagines #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #inarizaki x reader #miya osamu #miya atsumu #atsumu #osamu #osamu haikyuu #atsumu haikyuu #miya osamu x reader #osamu x reader #x reader #reader #shis500event

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shishu-writes · 4 years

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Hi! Hope you‘re doing fine! I wanted to ask you if it‘s allowed to send requests in or if your requests are closed atm. Either way, have a nice day!! xx (PS: absolutely love your work)

Hey bub!! Thank you so much aaah 🥺 sadly my requests are closed atm, i still have some wips sitting in my docs but as soon as those are done ill post to let everyone know when they are open again!!

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shishu-writes · 4 years

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Stories

𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Words: 3.1k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: language, Tattoos (?)

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU FUNKY LITTLE VOLLEYBALL MAN HERES YOUR GIFT BOKUTO STANS!! THIS IS MY LONGEST WORK YET AND I TRIED TO DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT WITH MY STYLE OF WRITING!! this is a lot more story based than dialogue based so enjoy!

After having the privilege of being with Bokuto for so long, there are many stories you have to share. Not a day went by that felt dull. There was always an adventure or antics for the two of you to be up to no matter the time, weather or place.

Here's some of the stories that you can recall like they were yesterday.

Seven years ago when you agreed to assist the boys volleyball team as a temporary manager, the day you met Bokuto. This is a story you enjoy to tell, not once failing to perk up when a friend or relative asks how the pair of you met, eager to share what, to you at least, feels like the love story of the century.

When you saw him for the first time, a smile on his lips as if it was made to be there, chatting loudly amongst his less vocal friends, throwing his hands in the air and jumping around to emphasize points in his story was like breathing for the first time. He was so animated, speaking his mind without a thought weighing him down. It was a skill he had mastered, that you hadn't yet. When he noticed your presence awkwardly standing in the doorway of the gym, he decided then to greet you for the first time. Which, in time, he realized was the single most important and life changing decision he ever made.

You became friends within the first day, exchanging numbers as practice ended before waving goodbye to Bokuto, who stood in place, watching you walk away. Seconds after you turned the block and were no longer in view, a buzz rang from your pocket, and on your phone sat a notification from the number just recited back to you.

The night was spent texting back and forth until your eyes got heavy, and only when you closed your eyes, resting your head on the pillow beneath you did you realize just how speaking to Bokuto came so easy. For the first time you didn’t hesitate when talking to him as you did everyone else. There was no fear of judgement if you said something wrong, or asked something silly. It felt like he listened to you and wanted your opinions and commentary, just as you wanted his.

Late night texts turned into calls that lasted until the next morning, small waves in the hallway became lunch dates and study sessions in the library, and the lone walk you took home every night after practice became a nightly adventure as Bokuto insisted he would come along, despite his home being in the complete opposite direction.

The months after your friendship bloomed, when he finally realized his feelings for you. (-Or, rather, Akaashi did.) Which is also one of the fondest memories you have.

It was the first day since you met him that he was nervous.

Akaashi wasn’t blind, but he was aware how blind his best friend could be to his own emotions. The way Bokuto’s eyes softened when you spoke, or how Bokuto would smile more with his eyes when he was talking to you, but still you offered the biggest grin to urge you to continue to speak, or even how he’d cut people off who interrupted you when you spoke, loudly declaring that you had something important to say and was talking before being “rudely” interrupted, even if you weren't saying anything even relatively significant at the time.

He could understand just how head over heels his best friend was, despite his best friend being completely oblivious to it himself.

The day Akaashi asked Bokuto if he liked you is the day Bokuto’s entire world shifted. Now that he was aware of his own feelings he felt as if everything would change. How would he ever face you? You probably didn't even like him back. Could the two of you ever be friends again if he couldn't get over his crush on you? A million thoughts raced through his mind at once, and the far away, almost anxious look on his face caused Akaashi to blurt out the obvious solution to the issue at hand.

“Why don't you just tell her and see what she says?”

So he did. The same day.

He told his coach quickly before practice that he'd be a little late then sprinted to the nearest convenience store. He hadn’t a clue how to confess or what girls in general liked, so he went off of the things he'd seen on T.V.

He bought a large bouquet of flowers, chocolates and some of your favorite snacks, paying quickly before stuffing everything in his duffel bag. He ran back to school, tossing his bag in his assigned gym locker before getting to practice. He didn't wave at you, nor did he shoot you a glance, and the entire practice he was off his game, hitting shots out of bounds or bouncing directly off the blocks and into his court, however none of that resinated enough with his mind to pull him into his “emo mode.”

After practice was over he ran to the locker rooms to change, being interrogated promptly by the rest of his team on his odd behavior. Their gripes and concerns landed on deaf ears as Bokuto got dressed, grabbed his bag and ran from the room, greeting you in your usual spot outside by the gym doors. Sweat started to bead along his forehead, rolling down his red cheeks. Raising a curious brow, you ask him if he's okay before he bows quickly, apologizing loudly before unzipping his duffel bag, revealing what used to be a full bouquet of roses, but has now been reduced to stems with loosely hanging petals littering the greenery, and a couple squished snacks.

He pushes the ruined bouquet into your chest, yelling in a higher pitch than his usual tone that he’d like to take you out on a date, slowly he looks up, and just then realizes just how tattered the roses were. He quickly retracts his hands, putting the stems behind his back and his shoulders slump. Silence ensues for seconds, which felt like hours to the boy, before your laughter rings loudly upon his ears. It wasn’t in a mocking tone, but pure joy. Slowly the flustered boy giggles too, before the pair of you are sitting, laughing with tears brimming the corners of your eyes on the concrete walkway into the dimly lit gym.

After the laughter died down, the happiest “I’d love to.” left your lips.

The night he met your parents, which is still your parents favorite story to retell seven years after that night.

Bokuto was nervous, yet again. Since your relationship officially began and the pair of you put a label on yourselves, he had become a bit more accustomed to this feeling of nervousness. He felt like he could lose you, and it scared him. So the day you brought up meeting your parents it struck such an intense feeling of fear in him you had to physically jostle him out of his thoughts.

It took a long time and a lot of convincing but he agreed. The Friday night of the dinner arrived and Bokuto showed up at your house an hour early. As you opened the door, still adorned in pajamas, hair only half way done. He stood with a bouquet of flowers, this time, untarnished.

His hair was done nicely, dressed in a button up shirt, half of it tucked in and the other side hanging out and a belt with nice jeans. You stared up at him, eyes wide, partially because you didn't expect him so early, before walking onto the porch with him and closing the door behind you. He stuttered out apology after apology, saying how Akaashi told him he should arrive a little early to make it seem like he respected your parents time, and to prove to them he REALLY respected their time he showed up an hour before dinner.

Giggles left your lips as you fixed his shirt, adjusting his collar and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of your sleeve. You spent a couple minutes talking him down until he was relatively more relaxed before inviting him in. Instead of berating him like he thought they would, your parents laughed it off when they heard his explanation.

His flowers were put in a vase and your father sat to speak with him over various things. You left the room with a kiss on your fathers and Bokuto's cheek, heading up to your room to finish getting ready while your mother busied herself in the kitchen.

Thirty minutes later you came back down to the sound of raised male voices from the room you had left the two men previously. There your father and Bokuto sat, talking animatedly about sports. A friendly argument had broken out, both yelling out their opinions to each other with lighthearted smiles on their faces.

You stood, watching them for a moment, admiring the fact that it took a mere thirty minutes before Bokuto had already made friends with your father.

As dinner was served the four of you made your way into the kitchen, sitting down at the table next to your boyfriend, who was less tense, but still somewhat on edge as he had yet to properly speak with your mother. The dinner went smoothly, your father and boyfriend cracking jokes and playful jabs at each other, and your mother finally getting in a good conversation with Bokuto.

The night was coming to a close, plates empty as the four of you just chatted idly. Your hand was resting in Bo’s beneath the table, rubbing a soothing thumb over the back of his hand whenever he tensed up at a question or topic. Before your father decided it was time to reel it in for the night, he asked Bokuto one final question.

Your father asked Bokuto's intentions with you, the playful glint in his eye disappearing. The look he was giving the boy made him want to disappear. Eyes wide, mouth now suddenly dry despite the multiple glasses of water he had throughout the night, he stuttered.

“Uh-I-i um- well I love her! I mean- no I don’t-shit-oh god- excuse my language- I do love you is that too soon? By the look in your eyes it looks like you're going to say it's too soon and if it's too soon I take it back!” words tumbled out of his mouth before he could even really comprehend what he was saying, your parents sat back stunned and you sat there mouth agape, still holding his now sweaty hand.

Your parents excused themselves awkwardly after a moment, stifling laughter as they made their way upstairs, and the two of you sat in silence, as Bokuto apologized quietly you cupped his cheeks, pressing an ever so gentle kiss to his lips

This, as well, was another first for the night.

His entire body was ridgid, before melting into the feeling of your lips against his slightly chapped ones. As you pulled away, Bokuto hesitated before leaning in once more, pressing a quick, simple peck on your lips, then retreated as well, noses just barely brushing against each other.

That was the only response he needed.

The night the both of you had a little too much to drink, another favorite of the two of you.

The both had downed just enough beer to get tipsy, having celebrated Bokuto's 21st birthday the night before, and still having some alcohol your friends so gracefully left over for you both, you decided to not let it go to waste and chugged down a couple bottles.

Drunken words and kisses were exchanged in the living room of your shared apartment, giggles and hiccups echoing through the home. Bokuto, whose head was resting on the couches arm, perked up, looking at you, whose body tucked away between his slumped over form and the cushions on the couch.

‘Y’know...I want...a tattoo…” he muttered, returning his focus back to the ceiling which for some reason had him entranced. A laugh shook your body, causing him to giggle as well. shrugging , you asked him why he wouldn’t get one, to which he responded, eyes wide, with “I...I dunno…” before jolting up and running, or more stumbling, to your shared room to grab his phone and wallet.

“Lets go now! Now let's go!” he yells, bouncing up and down excitedly. Seeing no problem with it in your intoxicated state, you agree, pulling on shoes while Bokuto called an uber, then driving, at 9pm on a Saturday, to a parlor. As you arrived, Bo hesitated at the door, turning to you with a pout. “Wait..” he grumbled, hunched over in thought. “if i get one you have to get one as well!”

And that's how he convinced you two to get matching tattoos, the first letter of your name etched into the side of his ribs, and a big “K” etched onto yours.

The morning after, the killer headache and soreness from your ribs woke you. Barely remembering what happened, you stumbled to the bathroom, waking Bokuto up in the process, and pulled your shirt up in the mirror. It didn't even surprise you. A breathy laugh left your lips as Bo entered the bathroom as well, lifting his shirt off to see what his looked like. The biggest grin stretched across his face, sprinting back to the bedroom to get his phone, promptly taking pictures of your tattoos and sending them to Akaashi.

As the years progressed, and Bokuto had his rise to fame as a professional athlete, stories like these dwindled. He had a job now that required him to be away more than not, and loneliness creeped in every once in a while, despite Bokuto’s determination to call and text you every day before bed.

Offhandedly, the week he was home, you mentioned that its weird feeling for him on his side of the bed and it being empty and cold. That same day, maybe an hour later, Bokuto left. Then, two hour later, he returned home with a small Shiba Inu puppy.

“I didn’t know which one to get...but I saw you liked a meme with this dog in it on instagram...so I got him…”

And so, without even questioning his antics, the two of you named him Taro, and spent the next week with your new addition to the family to get him accustomed to living there.

Now, seven years have passed, and here you lay, the morning of your anniversary, Taro's large sleeping form warming the bed next to you, while your boyfriend worked hard in a training camp in America so he could obtain his dream of being recognized as one of the most powerful players in the Japanese league.

The ceiling seemed especially appealing as you recounted the last seven years, a faint smile on your face. Even though Bokuto wasn't able to be here today, he sent you a short: “I love you, relax for me today, happy anniversary!” text, presumably as soon as he woke up, which was enough for you.

You sat up, bare feet hitting the cold floorboards of the apartment the two of you have, more recently, began to pack up as to move into a new house. Your first house, together.

Standing up, you shook your head, rubbing your eyes and made your way to the bathroom. There you took a long shower, taking more time than usual to cool yourself down. Afterwards, breakfast was made and served for yourself and Taro, and the two of you laid comfortably snuggled up on the couch for more than half the day.

As 3pm rolled around there was a soft pounding at the door down the hall, Taro got up quickly, trotting to the door and waited patiently for you to open it, standing alert in case it was an unwelcome guest.

You unlock the door quickly, not expecting anyone to show up today, and as the door swings open you notice a line up of the MSBY boys you’ve come to love, all standing at the opposite end of the hallway from you, facing you as you open the door, each holding a couple roses, some holding stuffed animals and others holding boxes of your favorite snacks, adorning nice button ups and jeans, all with somewhat tired expressions (presumably from being jet lagged), but big smiles. (excluding Sakusa)

As you look around, taken aback, but an excited look amongst your features, you finally notice Bo, standing at the end of the line. He smiles widely and rushes in to hug you, spinning you around excitedly before laying the sweetest kiss on your lips. “I know you weren’t expecting me home, but I may have lied just a bit about when the camp would end...I couldn't miss our anniversary.” he chuckles. Too shocked to speak, he gently grabs your hands, drinking you down one last time before he takes one hand off of yours, moving to his back pocket. “So...I wanted to keep this a surprise...mostly because I felt like seeing you shocked like this would be really cute- but also because It’d make doing this..” He mutters, slowly kneeling down on one knee in front of you. “A little bit more romantic.”

That was your breaking point. Sobs fall freely down your cheeks as you watch him kneel in front of you, the most genuine, loving smile on his lips. The one that never changed or altered even after all these years. There he knelt, rambling on about how much he loved you. How he was so happy he could spend the last seven years with you, and that calling you his wife would be the greatest privilege you could grant him. The man you loved the most, the man that single handedly changed your future the day you met him, wanted you, and only you, for the rest of your lives.

You said yes, of course.

And as he slid the gorgeous diamond onto your finger, he pulled you in for the tightest hug. Soft sobs leaving both of you as he held you. And seconds later, the rest of the MSBY boys tackled the two of you in a hug as well, all either sobbing (Hinata and Atsumu) or somewhat teary eyed but would always deny it when this story would, ultimately be retold (Sakusa).

Out of all the stories you reminisced upon today, you just knew that this one would be your favorite.

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