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kenm4vhs · 1 month
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LOOK AT MY BABIES THEY GROW UP SO MUCH ‼️
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shoulmate · 4 months
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It starts off as a friendship with Suna. Witty banter, hushed snickers in class, maybe pairing up to work on a project or study together until you end up at one of the Inarizaki's frat parties. One thing leads to another and you end up in Suna's bed.
Neither of you think much that night, too exhausted to do anything more than fall asleep in a messy tangle of limbs.
The next morning you wake up first, sore but sated, and see Suna's head resting on your chest. You take a few moments to savor the relaxed set of his features and the way his hair catches the sunlight as if knowing this moment will be a pivotal one.
When Suna wakes up he gives you a sleepy-but-still-very-cheeky smirk. You wonder if the conversation is awkward or not as Suna lays out his intentions to avoid a relationship. He's not interested in committing to anyone or anything and since you hooked up with him in the heat of the moment you're fine with this. You aren't sure what you really want anyway, in general or from Suna.
Your friendship continues without complication presenting an all-too-common-concept that's new to you: friends-with-benefits.
You start hooking up on the regular and it's good. You both enjoy it. You enjoy each other, have fun, and initiate about as often as the other. Everything seems fine until you see Suna in the dining hall.
It's weird because he usually just eats at the frat house...and then you see he's with someone else. And when he catches your eye he gives you nothing more than a flick of the eyebrows in acknowledgement before smiling back at the person across from him.
It hits you.
While you may have considered Suna a friend you're not sure that he ever did.
And then when they reach for Suna's hand and he lets them take it, even lacing his fingers with theirs, you realize that Suna really didn't want to commit to anyone or anything.
You pull away.
The next time he reaches out you dismiss him easily. Studying. Then hanging out with friends.
After a few rejections and no invitations from you Suna pulls away, too.
Suna won't tell you that he misses your body. Yeah he's been with some other people in the meantime but their bodies haven't responded to him like yours.
He misses the way the two of you fell into a natural rhythm, leaving him to feel satisfied but not suffocated.
Neither of you asked too much of the other. He misses the way you might sleep over if you were tired but never try to blend that into something else.
He won't tell himself that he misses more than just your body.
It catches him off-guard when Atsumu asks if he's seeing anyone.
It's just the two of them in the kitchen at the frat house and Suna doesn't think much of the question. He answers honestly: no, he's not seeing anyone.
Atsumu points out that it's been a while since Suna's had an overnight visitor... His next question is specific: Is Suna seeing you?
Suna shrewdly searches Atsumu's gaze for malicious intent but the setter stares back at him pointedly. Unable to guess why Atsumu's asking, too stubborn to acknowledge his own feelings...he answers the same way. No, not seeing you.
Suna debates texting you, asking to hangout, but is emotionally constipated and decides against it. Knowing you're a hardworking student he heads to the library hoping to cross your path and wanders around for a while.
He ignores the little spark in his chest when he finds you.
He can see you're visibly stressed as he approaches the table; part of him feels bad and wishes he could help you, wishes he knew how...but another part of him, a much more immature part feels the need to have your attention so he pulls out the chair across from you.
You give him nothing more than a passing glance as you copy something down from your textbook.
He leans forward, about to say something when you hold up a finger and shake your head, stress making you frown.
He shrugs but refuses to back down like the obstinate little shit he is. He starts doing his own work--not well, he's just using it as an excuse to be here--and waits until you finish. He's mentally mapping out all the things he's going to do with you tonight to make up for lost time and reseat himself in the center of your mind.
This may be the longest he's ever been in the library. Did his ass go numb?
After you give a few final clicks of a mouse in what he assumes is the submission of your work, you lean back in your chair and heave a deep sigh.
He chuckles and tries to get your attention now with a cheeky comment. You give him a wry grin and retort. He's about to ask you to come over when your phone dings.
Jealousy--and maybe a flicker of fear--curls in his chest when your attention is diverted to type out a response, smiling to yourself.
He makes a snarky comment that doesn't really register.
It's not until you're done texting and finally--finally--give him your attention. He asks you to come over and you say you can't:
you've got a date.
Your smile is so sweet and genuine that it makes him feel sick.
What's worse is you don't realize how much your words hurt him because he's always said he's not interested in a relationship.
You don't tell him who you're going out with--he's got a pretty good guess--but you're smiling as you pack up your stuff and tell him that you're excited and curious and hopeful and your emotions are so earnest that he withdraws deeper and deeper into himself.
He walks out with you, parting with a silent wave as you bid him to have a good night.
He doesn't booty call you or anyone after that.
He avoids Atsumu, the frat. He spends more time at the gym. Frequents the library.
He's hoping for a scrap of information about you without having to put himself out there but...it's painful the moment he gets it.
The next time he sees you at the library you're not alone. Atsumu is sitting next to you sneaking admiring glances while you're working. He debates being an obstinate little shit again and sitting with the two of you until Atsumu notices him and waves him over. You glance up and give a small smile; you're not unhappy to see him you just don't want to be distracted from schoolwork.
With the urge to be a dick Suna brings up the Inarizaki frat party happening that night, asking Tsumu something about it hoping to get a reaction out of you.
You give Atsumu a strange look to Suna's delight and he calls you out, asking if it was a sore subject like Atsumu hadn't invited you but you brush it off. The weird look was just your disappointment that you might not get all of your work done in time.
Atsumu turns to you and says something sweet like if you can't make it he's not going either. It makes Suna angry. He feels like he's intruding on some intimate moment when you try--and fail--to hold back a smile for 'Tsumu.
Before he can run away and never look back stroll away, you turn back to him and he hates how much he still loves your attention.
You tell him you look forward to seeing him there, if you can go and then hesitate, searching his gaze in a way that makes him yearn for your company even more. You hesitantly ask him if it would bother him if you go.
Mustering as much indifference has he can he shrugs and says no, he doesn't care and then strolls off.
You don't watch him walk off with any kind of longing; you're relieved. Atsumu's smiling with something like pride that he's your boyfriend and swipes in for a quick kiss, making you smile. He then promptly orders you to get back to work so you won't miss the party.
As promised he stays until you finish your work, grabbing a quick slice of pizza with you on the way to the party talking excitedly the whole time.
You're nervous.
This isn't your first time to the Inarizaki frat house but it's the first time you're going with one of the Inarizaki boys themselves and, sure enough, Atsumu introduces you to every single one of his frat brothers beaming with pride the whole time. It's mostly fun. A little intimidating when he brings you up to the president, Kita. But the silver fox welcomes you with surprising warmth expressing his approval that you've already been a positive influence on Atsumu.
And then there's his twin.
Osamu's aloof, at best, when Atsumu introduces you to him. He knows that you and Suna used to hookup. He also knows that Suna's hooked up with a bunch of people...aand that Suna hasn't been the same since you stopping cumming coming around.
Someone says something to Atsumu and he reacts dramtically; Osamu rolls his eyes, ready to make a snide comment toward his brother but stops when you laugh. It's clear you're charmed by Atsumu but you make a small joke about his antics and ask Osamu if he's always been like this.
Done.
Atsumu can see the moment you win Osamu over--the minute lift of his lips in an approving smile, the subtle softening of his gaze--and is secretly delighted but plays it off dramatically as if you've betrayed him. Osamu smirks openly at his brother while giving you a small joke in response.
Though Suna never introduced you to Osamu, you knew they were best friends. Being acknowledged--and not immediately shunned--by Osamu and then to joke with him?
You can finally relax after that.
Atsumu's always been one of the more popular frat brothers and it's no different this time. There seems to be an endless stream of people who want to talk or play games or drink with him and he's happy to entertain all of them but he never forgets you. He's always including you in conversations, not playing games unless you were given a place at the board, and making sure you never went without a drink or hydration.
Overall the party's fun. A little exhausting but you're happy.
The party culminates in a face-off between the current president and vp versus the upcoming one: the twins. As they set up the pong table--beer pong but with water because as Kita insists the ball isn't properly cleaned and it's digusting drinking straight from the cups, he'll stick to his own drink thank you very much--you kiss Atsumu for good luck and wander off in search of snacks.
You find your way to the kitchen, high on endorphins from being by Atsumu's side all night so when you see Suna leaning against the counter you don't think anything of it and just walk up to look in the fridge giving him a smile and a pleasant greeting to which he gives a nasty comment about how you could show up to the party.
And this is the part that I've been dying to write. All of this ^ felt necessary as context to properly frame this interaction.
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"You said it wouldn't bother you," you say defensively. "That you weren't going to care!"
Suna's jaw clenches as he stares at the floor, arms crossed. "Yeah. Well. I was wrong."
"So...So what are you saying Suna?" Your voice is low, almost hard to hear over the music of the party but he can hear layers of pain and confusion, frustration, all the nuances of what you're feeling
and hates himself for it.
He hates how he's still attune to you. He hates that he's the one making you feel this way. He hates that you called him by his family name rather than the one you would breathe out in the dark.
It's taking all of his energy not to let any of this show; he can't bring himself to answer your question.
In his silence you blink trying to hold back tears.
After a very long moment you swallow thickly and ask "we...were never really friends...were we?"
The music pulses through the space between you.
Suna's gaze is so sharp you flinch as if you've been cut when he looks at you.
"How can I be your friend when I know the way you taste?"
Your eyes widen, lips part, as you freeze. You don't know what you expected Suna to say but it was definitely not that.
He angrily glances at the microwave clock over your shoulder before pointedly looking back at you "It's almost two a.m...and I can't ask you to stay."
"Suna, I..."
"Don't." That family name again; he can't handle it. He holds up a hand. "Just don't."
Your expression closes off. "Don't what?" you say harshly. "Don't remind you that we agreed there was nothing more to us? Don't remind you that you were the one to say you weren't interested in commitment, first!?"
Suna glowers at you, anger fueled by the way you're keeping your voice down. He wants to know if it's to save yourself from embarrassment or Atsumu but he hates it.
He wants a scene.
He wants everyone to know the two of you were involved first and all he has to do is drop one loud comment to insinuate that you've been using Atsumu to get to him and then--
he can't do it.
"What do you think hurts more, Rin?"
He can't bring himself to publicly shame you.
"Getting broken or making it break?"
You had asked him this question one night when the two of you were on the verge of sleep.
And he was tired. He'd lamely deflected the question saying context mattered but your words come back to him in this moment.
Because as he holds your angry gaze he knows you're right.
Yeah, he could make a scene. Tarnish your reputation. Ruin your smooth introduction to Inarizaki. Complicate your new relationship with Atsumu maybe even until the point that it doesn't work out. But he can't.
He can't bring himself to hurt you.
So he swallows his pride. "Sorry. Just being a dick as usual." He gives you a weak echo of his usual cheeky smirk and waits until your expression softens.
You search his gaze for another minute. "Okay."
"Go get your boy," he says as neutrally as he can, jutting his chin toward Atsumu fist-pumping the air.
Looking over at the blonde makes you smile and you pull a water bottle from the fridge before going back to cheer him on.
"Have a good rest of the night, Suna," you say with a tense smile.
He nods. And--though he knows this will come back to bite him in the ass--he calls your name.
When you turn he lifts his beer to you. "We are friends."
Your smile is warm this time. Grateful. You lift your water bottle back to him and dissolve into the crowd.
He knows the answer now.
"What do you think hurts more, Rin?"
Making it break,
"Getting broken or making it break?"
When you're breaking yourself to spare the person you love.
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Whew okay I have no idea what that was. Feels like a fever dream. But I literally needed to get it out before it strangled my conscious mind.
Based on the song "Feel It Twice" by Camila Cabello (two of Suna's lines are lyrics from that song)
Don't forget there's a genocide going on (or 3, or is it 4? Honestly I don't know. Fuck the US govt), do what you can to help fellow humans even if it's sharing information! Free Palestine!
Okaythanksforreadingallthisyoumeantheworldtomebyeeeee
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txbix-chxn · 4 months
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Daichi: *carrying groceries with both hands*
Suga: *reaches out to help*
Daichi: *switches all bags into one hand and holds Suga’s hand with the other*
Suga: That’s not what I——
Suga:
Suga: Okay.
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all-too-random · 1 month
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Haikyuu Ships as faceless aesthetics pt 1
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KageHina (this is after Kageyama insisted there was no way he would carry Hinata anywhere, much less up the stairs)
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TsukkiYama (idk but for some reason, the idea of Tadashi launching himself at Tsukki and Tsukki having to catch his 5'10 boyfriend randomly is very funny to me)
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AsaNoya
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KanoYachi (Yachi is definitely a blushing mess in every single picture they take together and is always covering her face)
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TanaKiyo
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DaiSuga
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IwaOi (they definitely go do childish things together as "dates". Iwaizumi pretends to hate it. He doesn't.)
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UshiTen
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SemiShira
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macaroki · 7 months
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" youre the only one who understand. "
or, in another word, AKAASHI's love language is a perfect combination of words of affirmation and physical touch.
(repost bcs minor inconvenience love yall pookie)
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"am i.. hard to love?"
the question lingered in the air for a solid minute or two before akaashi turned his attention towards you with a puzzled expression. no, in fact, he blinked one, two, three times before his voice was filled with certainty as he asked, "why would you think that? of course not, baby. i never think of you that way - no no, not even in the slightest."
despite of feeling a sense of warmth at his reassurances, you couldn't help but wonder how he still saw good in you. after all, you had so many flaws, imperfection and yet he still wanted you by his side. akaashi is epitome of perfection, and sometimes it feels like he is too good to be true, feeling like he deserve so much better - one that actually can love him properly without feeling insecure and doubting every second.
"im so indecisive, im so picky, im- i can't understand why you still choose to love me. out of anyone, why me?"
your words making his heart clenched a little as it was filled with nothing good but sense of self-loathing and self-doubt. akaashi's hands cradled your waist, pulling you closer as a kiss was planted on your forehead. his hand making it way to caress your cheek and his voice was gentle and warm like a wind during the summer breeze, filled with nothing but affection as his eyes danced with love and adoration.
"you know, this things only make me want to love you more." your body melted in his arm, subsconciously, seeking comfort in his embrace. it feels like being wrapped on a a cozy blanket on a cold night, all left for you is the feeling of being safe and warm in his arm. you found your way to nuzzle on his neck with his hand softly caressing your back in comforting manner.
"plus, i'd rather learn to love you than lose you." as those words echoed through your ear, you felt content and complete, knowing you were in his arms. his fingers softly entwined with yours as you laid your head gently against his chest. the sound of his heartbeat reached your ears like a lullaby that keeping you grounded within the reality. at this little, sweet moments you realised that, you dont need anyone else but him. not that youre planning to leave him anytime sooner.
you might be lost for now, but he's always there to take you back home.
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locketdream · 25 days
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trippy kenma (may have another ver where they're smoking a blunt lol) - shane/angel
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keijitastic · 2 years
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i would watch an entire separate show about the msby jackals BUT i would want it to be in a real housewives style. like it's a bad reality tv show about a bunch of gay beefy volleyball players
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germplush · 14 days
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kenma!! a character this sytem hold dear, and is quite a few system members favorite fictional character and crush lol.. kenma as a kitty aaaa!! the littles cant wait to take him places. our kenma uses any pronouns.
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pfpanimes · 1 year
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⌕ haikyū - miya atsumu.
like or reblog if you save/use.
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germcore · 3 months
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tryna find a style for Kenma.. liking this one a bit - Shane/Theo/Bug
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kouomi · 2 years
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HEY HEY I hope you’re having a wonderful afternoon! I was wondering if I could request an Xreader where y/n breaks up a fight! Not in the “look at me🥺look at me🥺this isn’t you🙁” way but the “knock it tf off😐” pulling the boys apart telling them to cut the BS way! I was thinking with Atsumu or Iwa? Eathier is fine! And if u feel like if you could throw in the cute little helping them with their bloody nose busted lip stuff! Tho it is perfectly fine if u don’t wan to! THANK YOU!
Fisticuffs
Warnings: fighting (duh)
Word count: 1,461
A/N: I had so much fun writing thisss (sorry for the wait, catching up on my requests post hiatus!) also every time I write Atsumu it points out how much I speak like him. Weird. :)
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Posted: June 23rd 2022, 5:06 AM ET
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It was normal to walk into a room and find Miya Atsumu mid punch. The sight, though one you found incredibly irritating, was unfortunately a common one, and one you had come to almost expect when checking in on your boyfriend. It was more common for him to be littered in small injuries from his daily fights with his twin than for any of them to be a result of volleyball.
You had told Atsumu multiple times how much you hated to see him in these fights, that they were stupid actions caused by stupid arguments and there was no reason they should happen — especially as frequently as they did. You always ended up being the one who had to clean him up after said fights, and each time they happened the angrier you were about them. There was a certain extent to which you understood teenage boys fighting their brothers, but it seemed as if Atsumu went out of his way to exceed this limit at every opportunity.
He understood you hated when he fought. He could tell by the look on your face and the curtness of your words afterwords that you despised it. It wasn’t as if he purposely got into fights just to make you mad, but the little jabs and aggressive nudges Osamu made throughout the day inevitably ended with the two of them rolling around on the gym floor; much like it did today.
The last straw for Atsumu had been when Osamu “accidentally” served the ball into the back of his head during their practice game. Four of their teammates on their side as well as the six on the other side of the net watched with amusement as Atsumu slowly turned around, picked up the ball, and promptly threw it back at his brother before running towards him. As soon as Osamu had managed to recover from the volleyball that had managed to hit him in the middle of his chest, Atsumu was already in front of him and tackling him to the ground. The two rolled around on the court, a blur of identical faces and dyed hair with shouts and insults spewing from them both.
When the doors to the gym swung open, all heads swiveled towards it; all but two who were too busy facing each other. There was silence as a lone pair of footsteps crossed half the court and then stopped beside the flurry of fists. You stared down at them, watching with angry annoyance as your boyfriend shoved his twin brother down onto the floor by the collar of his shirt.
From where he laid on the ground pinned beneath his brother, Osamu watched as you flicked Atsumu’s forehead, saw the confused anger take on his expression, and then the way his face fell when he turned and saw you standing beside him. Your hand moved to the back of his shirt, yanking him up by his collar and pulling him slightly away from the fight.
“Knock it off.” You say, stiff and final.
Osamu looks between Atsumu, you, and then back, flashing his brother a look somewhere between smugness and apologetic before pushing himself to his feet and walking towards Suna who had been watching with humorous enjoyment. He enjoyed watching the twins fight just as much as everyone else, but it became just that much better when he could see Atsumu get ridiculed by his girlfriend for doing so. Suna, Osamu, Atsumu, and the other boys who watched all waited for you to start yelling at him, or perhaps even flick him again.
But, nothing of the sort came.
Instead, you stepped around him and walked towards the door you had entered shortly before and left without so much as looking back.
Atsumu blinked at the now closed double doors, surprise and confusion pulling his brow together and leaving his mouth slightly agape.
“Dude,” Osamu says, calling his brothers attention. “She’s mad.”
Shit. Atsumu thought. Shit.
“Tell Kita I went to the bathroom!” He yells over his shoulder, now running out of the same door you had.
It takes a few minutes, but he manages to catch a glimpse of you rounding a corner of the main school building and then once again disappear from sight. He called your name, but the spot where you had been remained empty. He lets out an annoyed puff of air before taking off again, eventually rounding the corner and finding you a short ways down.
“Y/n! Hey, wait up a minute, will ya?”
You continue to ignore him, now walking away even faster. It didn’t take very long for Atsumu to catch up, his hand landing on your shoulder and forcing you around to face him.
“What.”
“Look, I’m sorry, okay? ‘S just ‘Samu was really gettin’ on my nerves, and I-“
“That’s what you said last time. And the time before that. I’m sick of it, Atsumu.”
He huffs. “I know, it’s just-“ He lifts his hand to run it through his hair, but his fingers graze the open cut on his forehead and he winces.
You watch as he swipes away the blood that starts dripping into his eye, drawing his split lip between his teeth.
You sigh, begrudgingly. “Sit down.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Atsumu glances at the wooden bench you pointed to and silently sits down, looking up at you as you set your backpack down on the bench beside him. He watches as you rummage through one of the pouches and pull out a small pack, opening it and pulling out a small rag. You take a few steps away and stand in front of the water fountain attached to the wall of the school, using your hip to press it and wet the cloth.
It’s silent as you come to stand before him, save for the occasional breeze and chirp of far off birds. You don’t say anything as you take his chin in your hand, avoiding his eyes and lifting the rag to clean the blood from his forehead. Atsumu winces though doesn’t complain, continuing to try to get you to look at him.
“Grab a bandage from in the bag.” You instruct.
“Oh, she talks?” He replies, a lopsided smile working its way onto his expression.
“Atsumu,” You warn.
“Alright, alright.” He turns, making sure not to twist out of your hold, and rummages through the small bag until he pulls out a small package and hands it to you. He frowns when you pull your hand away to open it, following your movements and watching you remove the bandaid and press it against his cut.
You lean back and double, triple, quadruple check your work, using it as an excuse not to look down and meet the deep brown eyes that you could see trying to meet yours in your peripheral vision.
“Y/n…” He trails off, unsure of what to say to get you to talk to him again; unsure if there was anything he could say.
“You said you were done getting into fights.” You don’t look at him as you talk, don’t reach out to him again, only keep staring at the bandaid on his forehead.
“I know.”
“Then what the hell was that?”
“In my defense, ‘Samu served at the back of my head.”
You can’t help the small laugh that bubbles past your lips at the thought of seeing the ball fly out and hit him, tucking your chin into your chest to try and hide the expression from him. He sees it, however, and he smiles, taking this as an opportunity to reach out and coax your hand into his. You don’t resist, letting him hold your unmoving hand in his.
“Look,” He starts, leaning down and forcing himself into your field of vision. “I shouldn’t’ve gotten into a fight with ‘Samu. But ya have ta know it’s inevitable. He annoys me too much.”
You heave a sigh, finally meeting his eyes. “I know. I just… I hate seeing you all beat up every time.”
“Damn, ya make it sound like I lose all of ‘em.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I do,” He agrees. “But it’s okay if I get ‘all beat up’ sometimes ‘cause I got you to clean me up.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yep.” He pulls you closer by your hand so you now stood between his legs. “Ya missed a spot, ya know.”
“Did I?” You ask.
“Yeah, pretty sure ‘Samu split my lip.”
You hum, taking his chin in your hand again and using the pad of your thumb to wipe the small trail of blood on his bottom lip.
“Better?”
“Almost,” He grins, pulling you down towards himself and reaching out, guiding your face towards his.
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Masterlist
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kenm4vhs · 1 month
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i have a very special place in my heart for brazil oihina 🥺
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Quick question for Haikyuu fans, according to the @/Haikyuu_EN official English haikyuu twitter account, the haikyuu movie releases on 16th Feb, 2024 in JAPAN,,, whereas the official movie website doesn't specify if the release is only in Japan on that day,,, sooo... does anyone know if it's the same for an international release?? What would be a reliable source to find out?
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txbix-chxn · 4 months
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Kageyama: What is your biggest fear?
Hinata: Hmm...I don’t know. How about you?
Kageyama: Sure, I can be yours if you want me to.
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all-too-random · 1 month
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Haikyuu Ships as faceless aesthetics pt. 2
pt one is here
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BokuAka (you wanna tell me they wouldn't have matching sweaters? Well, you're wrong.)
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KuroKen (Kuroo just chilling while Kenma plays his mobile games)
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YakuLev
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SakuAtsu
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SunaOsa/OsaSuna (Atsumu is taking the picture fs)
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dreamdropcompanions · 2 months
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Kenma Kozume. Shane's fav fictional character of all time!! and member in system. want more Kenma plushies! figures!! mostly plushies hehe. obsessed with him. Haikyuu!! saved Shane's life. our life. so did Danganronpa. those series have very special places in heart. - Shane
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