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bokubonk · 3 years
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Suna’s favorite time of day is waking up to you and seeing your skin glow under the rays of the sun, eyelids fluttering and a yawn escaping your lips. 
His heart pounds when you curl into him, your first instinct when you wake up being to seek him out, almost as though you want to assure yourself he hasn’t left. He’ll press a kiss to your forehead and pull you close, murmuring a quiet good morning and telling you to go back to sleep because even with all the activities the two of you have planned for the day, he doesn’t want to give up these little moments with you. 
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bokubonk · 3 years
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Tsukishima hates how easily you can get him to react. 
Despite the nonchalant expression he constantly wears, he finds his body betraying him with the way his lips seem to curl up the moment you’re in his sights, his hands automatically reaching out to pull you to his chest.  
With very subtle brush of your fingers against his, how gentle your kisses are, even the way your eyes seem to light up when they land on him. Everything makes him fall just a little more in love with you and even when he gets teased for how red his ears get, he can’t deny that he wouldn’t have it any other way; as long as you’re his, nothing else really matters. 
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bokubonk · 3 years
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Akaashi loves when you hold his hands, fingers tracing the curves of his palms, your thumb running over the slopes of his knuckles. He adores the furrow in your brows when your pen is running over the smooth expanse of his arms, doodling random objects and writing encouraging phrases. 
It no longer feels unfamiliar for Akaashi to find himself staring at his arms, his index finger ghosting over the lines you so carefully drew. His eyes crinkle when he sees the numerous “I love you’s” written in different fonts. 
And he finds he doesn’t feel the urge to hide his hands behind his back anymore because something about the most beautiful person in the world treating his hands like they’re a national treasure makes him believe there must be some truth in the warmth of your gaze.
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bokubonk · 3 years
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Kenma hates losing. He despises the bitter disappointment of knowing his efforts weren’t enough. But for some reason, he doesn’t have it in him to hate you even when you’re his biggest distraction. 
You’re always constantly teasing him and placing your head on his shoulder. Your arms wrapping themselves around his waist as you bring him closer to keep yourself warm, hands shoved into the pocket of his hoodie. 
And he finds he can’t focus long enough to pay attention to what’s happening on the screen because of the heat rising to his cheeks and the intent way you’re watching his fingers fumble with the buttons. But even as the red letters flash across the screen to signal his loss, he can’t find any of that frustration in him when you’re his reason for losing. 
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bokubonk · 3 years
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Tendou’s hugs are always tight, shadowed with his anxiety of losing you. 
Bunching fistfuls of your clothes, nails almost scraping against your skin from how desperately he’s holding onto you. Face buried in the crook of your neck because he just needs you close.
Tendou hugs you like you’re all he has because he wants you to know if the day ever comes that everyone leaves him, he hopes at least you will stay.
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bokubonk · 3 years
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Bokuto doesn’t care about the time and place, all he knows are the curves of your lips and the gentleness of your gaze. 
The moment you step in his sights, he drops everything. His world blurs at your presence until he can no longer focus on anything else, simply rushing to take you into his arms, molding your body to his and hoping that he never has to let go.  
You are his light and there is never a moment that he will hesitate to show you just how much you mean to him. 
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bokubonk · 3 years
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Bokuto loves holding your face, hands cupping your cheeks and thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. He likes seeing how small you are compared to him, heart bursting in happiness from how adorable you are. 
Bokuto knows he can be hard to deal with at times, his sudden bursts of energy making it difficult for you to keep up but every time you allow him to cup your cheeks and pull you in for a kiss, it only reminds him that despite all of his flaws, you are here to stay.
You are the light of his life and whenever he holds you, it serves as a reminder to never let you go.
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bokubonk · 3 years
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Kisses with Ushijima are tender and soft. He pours all of his affection into his kisses, hoping you can tell just how much you mean to him. 
It’s in the way he gently cups your face and pulls back just enough to whisper “I love you” before pulling you closer and losing himself just a little more in you. 
Because Ushijima is all for putting his best effort into everything he does, but with you, he doesn’t have to be his best, just being himself is enough and he would be damned if he didn’t at least show you how much he loves you through his kisses.
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bokubonk · 3 years
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Oikawa misses you more than anything when you spend your nights apart and he’s miles away from your embrace. 
Nothing is able to replace the comfort you bring and even with the daily calls, it still doesn’t do the justice of being able to see you in person.
And so he steals your clothes, hoodies and sweaters doused in your scent and he just holds them close at night, nose buried in the soft fabric. Because this way, at least he can imagine it’s you lying in his arms and he doesn’t have to focus on the ache in his knee or the one in his chest.
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bokubonk · 3 years
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Playing games with you is Kenma’s favorite hobby. It’s the easiest excuse to wrap his arms around you, hands placed above yours to gently guide your movements as he shows you how to play his newest game.
His chin rests on your shoulder, a small smile on his face every time you glance towards him for encouragement and he loves how he can easily turn his head to place a kiss to your cheek when you’ve finally mastered the level you were struggling so much on.
He finds he doesn’t always need to be the one playing because with your back pressed to his chest, his heart beating in tune with yours, he feels like he’s won it all.
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