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miya-babyy · 19 minutes ago
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birthdays with the haikyuu boys
characters- bokuto koutarou, akaashi keiji, oikawa tooru, miya osamu 
a/n- hi guys! so this my first post on my new blog:) just somethin kinda short while i get back into writing
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✩ bokuto gets more excited about your birthday than you do. he wakes you up bright and early, jumping on the bed with a loud “BABY WAKE UP IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY” before smothering you in kisses. he ushered you out of bed and into the bathroom to get ready. he had surprised you with tickets to an amusement park. the brightest smile appeared on his face as he saw how excited you were. you spent the next several hours riding rides and playing games. by the end of the day, bokuto’s arms were full, holding all the prizes he had won you. as the sun began to set, he dragged you to the ferris wheel. he wrapped his arm around you as you stopped at the top. “you know, this is pretty cliche.” you looked up at bokuto with a teasing smile. “yeah but you love it.” “yeah,” you whispered as you snuggled into his side “i really do.”
✩ akaashi has had your birthday planned out for months. he woke up extra early to make you breakfast, trying to stay as quiet as possible so he doesn’t wake you up. setting the tray of food down, he gently strokes your cheek until you begin to stir awake. “happy birthday, my love,” he looked down at you with the softest of smiles, “sleep well?” he took you out to shop, letting you buy whatever it was you wanted before taking you to your favorite restaurant. by the time you finished eating it was late, and akaashi had one more thing planned. he took you out into an open field to watch the clear night sky. you were too entranced in the stars to notice how nervous your boyfriend was. little did you know, there was a small black box with a ring sitting in akaashi’s pocket. 
✩ you may have not been thrilled about your birthday, but oikawa was. he had set up your bedroom and bathroom for a spa day, where he pampered you all day long. the two of you wore matching robes while you did face masks, gave each other manicures, and he gave you a massage. he was able to keep you out of the living room all afternoon. so when it was time to grab the food that you ordered, you weren’t expecting all the gifts that were on the couch and coffee table that oikawa had laid out that morning. you turned around to look at your boyfriend, only for him to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, “happy birthday, sweetheart. let’s go open some gifts, yeah?” “tooru! i told you not to buy me any gifts.” “ow! don’t pinch me.”
✩ osamu had spent the morning of your birthday preparing all your favorite foods for a picnic. he took you to a small park where the two of you talked, laughed, and ate the food samu made. you stayed until the sun went down, neither of you wanting to leave just yet. “hey, y/n?” looking away from the night sky and over to your boyfriend, you saw that he was holding a long, rectangular jewelry box. “happy birthday, love.” opening the box, you’re met with a golden locket, a picture of the two of you in the middle. “samu. this is beautiful. thank you so much.” you had leaned in to kiss him, before jumping back in surprise at the feeling on water falling over the two of you. guess you didn’t account for the the sprinklers that turn on at night.
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moons-and-stars-and-shit · 35 minutes ago
Congratz on 300! I follow on my main but I didn't realize that I didn't follow on my side!! Can I get a star match up with Tanaka? (Ryuu) I'm a Taurus sun and moon and a Cancer rising!
𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕡 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕜𝕒
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𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑠 🪐
Taurus is ruled by Venus (Love) and Pisces is ruled by Jupiter (Luck) and Neptune (Illusions).
When Venus and Neptune meet, a beautiful spiritual connection is made.
Both of these celestial bodies vibrate with feminine energy.
Together, they represent an idealistic relationship which borders on the divine.
Jupiter adds its masculine energy to the combination; this Planet represents philosophy, expansion and excesses.
These two Signs together can produce the kind of union both dream of; it may seem like heaven on Earth to both.
The downside? This kind of heady, dreamy connection can be rooted in just that — dreams, illusions, fantasy.
𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 🔥💧🍃🌬
Taurus is an Earth Sign and Pisces is a Water Sign.
These two Elements are generally quite compatible, as both Water and Earth are tangible, physical entities.
Taurus can help Pisces stabilize their sensitivity, and Pisces can bring a touch of magic to Taurus’s practical approach.
They should take care, though — too much of a good thing can turn Earth to mud.
Taurus could tire of Pisces’s emotional instability, and Pisces may in turn feel that Taurus is insensitive to their needs.
The good thing is, it’s generally easy for them to find a way to overcome their differences.
𝑇𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 🤞
Because of the Pisces’ tendency to enter each relationship with an idealistic approach, there is a great chance they will open up to their Taurus partner as soon as they realize how stable and secure they seem.
The beauty of their contact is in the fact that when together, they both lose their need to hide and let their emotions grow with ease.
The sign of Pisces is a sign of mutable quality, and they can unexpectedly change, without a clear reason.
If this happens, Taurus will know that the trust is lost, however their relationship seemed just a couple of minutes ago.
It is a deep sense of broken intimacy, lost in the Pisces’ need for emotional exhilaration.
Basically, when Pisces partner gets bored, they start to think of excuses and lies, before they even realize that their relationship is over.
It is up to Taurus to understand the flakiness of their partner. When they do, they can either accept the situation and fight for love, or end the relationship and move on.
𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 🤝
Taurus and Pisces probably won’t have the need to talk much. Instead, they will understand each other through all types of nonverbal communication, curious about each other’s next movement.
Subtlety of Pisces is something truly inspiring for Taurus and they will feel the need to get to know every detail in their partner’s behavior.
Both of these signs are not very talkative and Pisces even lead Mercury to its fall.
This is why they really need to form a strong emotional bond and listen to each other through very little words.
That field of talent and creative energy that Pisces carries along goes well with Taurus’ need for beauty.
Unfortunately, they can get lost in the world of Pisces and really lose that grip they have on reality.
At first, this will be like a drug, an addiction, something they have been waiting for their entire life.
As time goes by, the feeling will not be this good, for they will lose touch with themselves and have a feeling they don’t know who they are anymore.
The most important thing for Taurus in a relationship with Pisces is to stand their ground and hold on to their common sense, practicality and their usual need to live in reality.
𝐸𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 😠😔😊
Taurus and Pisces have a magical emotional connection. For as long as Pisces don’t change their mind and swim off, their relationship should be filled with love and wonder.
With Pisces exalting Venus, the ruler of Taurus, this is not only love but adoration.
Taurus will feel, for however long, like the center of someone’s world, loved and cherished to the point of unbearable beauty.
If this feeling goes on, they could stay in a beautiful relationship for a very long time.
As soon as Pisces partner feels this beautiful emotion dying down, they will make a spontaneous maneuver to distance themselves from their Taurus partner.
The funny thing is that in most cases Taurus won’t be hurt at all. That simple feel of inadequacy will be enough for both of them to let distance take its course.
Even though Taurus has a tendency to get emotionally bound to their partner, their potential separation from Pisces will be as coming back to reality more than a devastating event.
𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑒𝑠 🤲
Taurus is turned to a material reality and Pisces to an emotional one.
Their values differ a lot, but the one they share is incomparable to others – love.
No other sign of the zodiac can truly understand the way these two value love, especially when they are in love with each other.
𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑦𝑠 💪
The main problem these signs will run into is in the fact that Taurus is a fixed sign and Pisces mutable.
This can lead to a lack of understanding when it comes to the way they want to spend their time together.
At first, they will enjoy the same things, but Pisces partner will get bored very soon if the scenery doesn’t change.
It is not like them to stay in one place for too long.
When Taurus is found in a beautiful situation, they will want to stay in it forever, holding on to the first image even when the beauty of it fades.
This will slow down all movement and could really annoy their Pisces partner.
𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 💕
This is a relationship based on love and full of it while it lasts. They both crave romance and beauty in their lives, and will do anything that is needed to keep the beauty going between them.
Taurus will give their Pisces partner a chance to connect to the real world, showing them how to ground their creativity, while Pisces will lift up Taurus and make them a bit softer and more flexible.
They seem to be on a mission of convincing them that true love exists. When their relationship is over, they will both know it instantly and very often a conversation about a breakup would be redundant.
If they savor their trust and nurture the beauty of love they share, their relationship can last and be as inspiring as a dream coming true.
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bloobell · 36 minutes ago
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karasuno first dates pt.1
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Daichi - 
Two soft knocks echoed through your apartment at exactly 8pm. Looking through your peephole, you saw Daichi standing there flowers in hand, adjusting his outfit ever so carefully. His fingers nervously ghosting over the fabric as he aimed to fix imperfections that weren’t there to begin with. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door
A wide smile filled his face as he looked you up and down, “You look absolutely stunning.” His free hand went to rest on your elbow as he pressed a light kiss to your cheek, always the gentleman. A floral scent filled your nostrils as he presented the flowers to you with a flourish.
You quickly ran inside to put the flowers in a vase before returning back to him. He extended his elbow to you with an easy smile on his face, “Can’t wait to show everyone I have the most beautiful date in the whole place.” A blush rose to your cheeks as you took his elbow, allowing the man in front of you to lead you through the halls.
Suga -
Easy laughter floated along the breeze as you sat on the soft blanket that Suga had brought with him. Finger sandwiches and bite size cakes littered the area around you, nearly forgotten in exchange for pleasant conversation. The two of you sat by the nearby pond, listening to the flowing water and giggling children between the lulls. It was odd really, just how comfortable the silence was, just how easy words flowed between the two of you. 
Your head fell to rest gently on his shoulder, his eyes falling to look at the content look on your face. Unbeknownst to him, a small smile graced his lips. His arm went around to embrace your shoulders, pulling you ever closer to him.
Tsukishima -
The blue lights of the aquarium reflected across your face as you stood in the tunnel, hands grabbing onto the arm of the much larger man stood beside you. You smiled as you looked at the fish, talking excitedly about the pretty colors of the orange one, the sharp teeth of the (you hoped) harmless shark, and the entrancing movements of the long slender fish hiding in the back. 
Your head snapped up at Tsukishima when you heard a small chuckle from him. His eyes met yours and you saw a look on his face that you haven’t seen before previously; His features looked… almost soft, but only for a moment as his normal guarded look returned once more. 
A soothing voice filled the air as he began to explain the ecology of the different sea creatures in the tank, pointing to where he was talking to specifically. He found himself glancing down to your face as he spoke, watching as the ripples of water reflected in your eyes. He liked seeing the almost childlike enjoyment on your face. He liked how your eyebrows would scrunch ever so slightly when he purposefully used terminology you wouldn’t know. He liked looking at you… not that he would ever admit that.
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a/n: I think I’m gonna make this a series!! I was originally gonna do the third years first but....... I couldn’t think of anything for Asahi please don’t come for me. Also, I know this idea isn’t original but it’s cute and I like it a lot so shhh
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moons-and-stars-and-shit · 40 minutes ago
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hii!! congratulations on 300!!( ˆ͈̑꒳ˆ͈̑ )੭♡
may i request a star matchup, please? my star sign is virgo, and i ship myself with kuroo˃̵͈̑ᴗ˂̵͈̑
𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕡 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕂𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕠 ♏︎♍︎
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𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑠 🪐
Virgo is ruled by Mercury and Scorpio is ruled by Mars and Pluto.
This combination is very heated, thanks to Pluto’s influence.
The two Signs unite to form the basic foundation of human relationships — Mercury’s communication and Mars’s passion.
Mercury and Mars go well together; Mercury is about the conscious mind, and Mars is about the passion of romance.
Scorpio is rambunctious and intense, and Virgo is attracted to this energy.
In turn, Scorpio needs the loyalty and practicality inherent in Virgo.
𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 🔥💧🍃🌬
Virgo is an Earth Sign and Scorpio is a Water Sign.
Scorpio is a very deep Sign; it’s an ocean, and too much turbulence will cause a violent storm.
Scorpio emotionally hides in their shell, but when the pressure becomes too intense, suddenly explodes.
Their mutual need for emotional security fosters extreme loyalty to one another. But while Virgo is simplistic, with everything laid bare on the surface, Scorpio is more concerned with the undercurrents of life.
Scorpio can show Virgo life beyond the literal surface, and Virgo is attentive enough to pick up on this hidden conversation.
Virgo can teach Scorpio the facts and that they are sometimes quite literal and can be dismissed at face value.
Scorpio appreciates Virgo’s practicality and Virgo enjoys Scorpio’s devotion — it proves they are loved and appreciated.
𝑇𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 🤞
Trust is a very challenging issue for both of these signs and this is something they can finally talk about with each other.
There is a strong understanding here, for one of them fears betrayal more than anything, while the other hates it and gets vindictive as soon as any sign of dishonesty is in sight.
The best thing about their connection is in their ability to understand each other in silence, not ever wanting to let each other down.
𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 🤝
Virgo is a talkative sign, ruled by Mercury the planet of communication, but they hold on to a much more quiet and intellectual side of Mercury than we might anticipate.
Scorpio represents a deep silence of the flow of a river, and they will both have a strong urge to jump into the depths of silence together.
Their intellectual contact is stimulating, often strongly influencing their life and their truly deep emotions.
It is almost as if they wouldn’t be able to form a relationship without this ability for non-verbal communication that makes them perfect for each other.
Both of these signs are prepared to go all the way - Virgo in their intellectual depth and Scorpio in everything in life.
This will inspire both of them to search for all sorts of answers together, analyzing each other’s psyche and determining the source of their problems with the world, or with each other.
Through carefully chosen words, they can help each other heal or regenerate from difficult or even devastating experiences.
It is a good thing for both of these signs to have each other in the time of need.
𝐸𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 😠😔😊
If someone can reach the emotions hidden behind the extremely rational approach of Virgo, it is Scorpio.
We could say that this ability hides in both of them and the dig up goes both ways.
The problem here is in the fact that they remind each other of their imperfections.
Scorpio is a sign in which the Moon falls and at the same time the sign of Venus’ detriment.
All emotions get lost here, as if Scorpio is a black hole that cannot get enough.
Virgo partner is already sensitive and when in love, does everything they can to satisfy their Scorpio partner.
This can feel like investing into a black hole with no gratitude whatsoever.
Still, there is no other sign that can sense the needs of Scorpio better than Virgo, and no other sign that can dig up the emotions in Virgo better than Scorpio.
An emotional relationship between them can turn out to be truly dark and difficult, but also incredibly strong and intimate.
The only thing that can bore their emotions to death is the criticism they are both prone to.
𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑒𝑠 🤲
Both of these partners will value depth, intellectual most of all.
There is nothing in the world that is as exciting as conversations that are so intense and so challenging for their minds.
Most of the time they will agree on things they value most, although they might stumble upon a huge problem when they get to the point of throwing out the trash.
Even though Scorpio doesn’t normally accumulate things, and loves throwing them away, those they hold on to can be quite disgusting to a Virgo.
Just imagine as their first child is born and Scorpio wants to frame that dried out residue of an umbilical cord.
Do you think Virgo would want to wake up to this in their apartment every morning?
𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑦𝑠 💪
For the same reason their values might differ, their daily routine might differ too.
Virgo will clean, that’s a fact, simply because a clean house creates a clear mind, and Scorpio won’t have much trouble fitting in, unless their personal belongings are questioned.
However, when they choose places they want to visit, or clubs they want to go to, their choices will differ greatly.
It is not hard for them to compromise to keep the relationship going, but it can be quite dark and demanding for both partners.
If they don’t start willingly hanging out in some tidy cemeteries, they might run out of options that would actually keep them both interested and happy.
𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 💕
That changeable nature of Virgo will be settled down by the fixed quality of their Scorpio partner, who will keep their relationship exciting for a very long time. In general, there is a problem that these partners share when it comes to Venus, and their relationship is often a reflection of these troubles.
This can lead to all sorts of emotional blackmail, their tendency to control each other’s lives, and if not this, than constant criticism that makes them both feel guilty or simply sad.
The best thing they can do is decide that they will value each other and be thankful for each other in this relationship.
If they develop a strong sense of gratitude, their relationship might be extremely deep, exciting and truly appreciated by both partners.
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etherrreal · 43 minutes ago
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“5:00am”
Pairing: ushijima x reader Genre: fluff Summary: looking back, you’re not sure what made you think that jogging with ushijima would end in anything but complete and utter disaster, but it’s too late to go back now WC: 5k Warnings: brief mentions of non-serious injury, a little blood, implied nsfw, too many paragraphs about ushijima’s hands A/N: first fic gang! this was supposed to be like 500 words but as the blog title suggests, i’m a liar -Dawn
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You’re not sure what possesses you to go jogging with Ushijima at the ungodly hour of 5AM –and on a Saturday, no less– but here you are, tugging a windbreaker over your tank top and leggings while he waits for you by the door.
Most of it, you’re sure, is just because you miss him. The two of you have been so busy lately –you with your new job, him with the whole professional volleyball thing– so this is the first weekend in a while that you’ll actually be spending together.
It’s only natural that you want to spend as much time as possible with your boyfriend before your respective commitments are back to pulling you both in opposite directions, as they have more times than you’d like to admit in the past four months you’ve been dating.
Or maybe 5AM-you, lacking caffeine, sleep, and any sense of real judgment, is just losing your mind.
Ushijima certainly seems to think so, if the look he gives you when you volunteer to accompany him on his routine morning jog is any indication. He’s far from the most expressive person you’ve ever dated, but you’ve been with him long enough to register the surprise on his features; the way his pretty olive eyes widen a fraction and the way he pauses to watch you, like he’s trying to gauge how serious you are.
“What?” you ask as you join him by the door, removing your slippers.
He raises an eyebrow at you. “You hate running.”
“Running? Absolutely. Jogging, however, I think I can handle, especially if it’s with my handsome boyfriend who I haven’t spent nearly enough time with lately.”
With your slippers out of the way, you move to reach for your sneakers next. A quick glance in his direction confirms that he’s still giving you that same bewildered look, a crease forming between his eyebrows. It makes you falter as you pick up your sneakers, wondering if you’ve made a mistake.
Now that you think about it, he does usually jog on his own. The two of you are no strangers to working out together –if him doing push-ups with you perched comfortably on his back counts as working out– but you’ve never actually joined him on a morning run before.
Is this something he prefers to do alone? Are you overstepping his boundaries by inviting yourself along before checking to see if it was okay? Suddenly, you find yourself wishing you would’ve asked first.
“Do you...not want me to go with you? Because if you’d prefer to go alone, that’s totally fine, I’ll just–”
He catches your wrist before you can put your sneakers back down, and the rest of your sentence is lost somewhere between the fingertips he presses against your skin and the other hand he uses to lift yours.
It’s almost criminal, you think, the way a single touch from him is enough to completely derail your train of thought, whatever you were babbling about suddenly the furthest thing from your mind. You think you shouldn’t be as phased by it by now, not after all the time you’ve spent together, but no such luck.
Really, it’s his hands that are the problem, now that you think about it. His hands, steady and calloused and strong, but still so undeniably gentle and patient when it comes to you.
It’s hard to pick your favorite feature of Ushijima’s when he looks the way he does –all tanned skin, broad shoulders, and chiseled abs– but his hands are pretty high up on your list. They have been from the moment you met him at Iwaizumi’s housewarming party last year.
You had obviously seen him before, though you never actually spoke to him until the party. It was mostly during high school volleyball matches between Aoba Johsai and Shiratorizawa, courtesy of your childhood friendship with Oikawa and Iwaizumi.
You remember spotting Ushijima and thinking he looked so serious and unapproachable, even more imposing than he did in the photos of him featured in that Monthly Volleyball magazine you used to watch Oikawa vandalize with ridiculous-looking mustaches and devil horns.
When you saw Ushijima at Iwaizumi’s party, he still looked serious, not to mention larger and even more intimidating in person, but his hands were warm and kinder than you were expecting, careful in the way they wrapped around yours when he introduced himself. It was only hours later when those same hands reached for yours again to help you off the couch that you realized you spent the whole night with him.
Now, months later, you’re standing with him in his stupidly expensive apartment, half-panicked that you might’ve overestimated his desire to spend time with you. But Ushijima’s hands are still steady and warm against your skin, even now, reassuring in a way you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of.
“I’d love it if you joined me,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand, and if you weren’t smiling before, then you definitely are now.
You pull on his hand to tug him down towards you, a request that he silently obliges. You perch on your toes to reach him and deliver a chaste kiss to his lips, smiling against his mouth. When you pull away to look at him, you find him smiling, too, in that soft and subtle way of his that you’re so glad he’s chosen to share with you.
“Just promise me you’ll be careful,” he adds. “We’ll be running for a while, and I don’t want you to get hurt. You’re clumsier than most.”
Sadly, he’s not wrong. You are pretty clumsy, almost cartoonishly so. He’s watched you bang your leg on his dining room table practically every time you pass it, heard you curse to yourself after accidentally knocking down every item in his shower. At this point, holding your arm in his is as natural to him as breathing, just so he’s there to keep you from tripping over your own two feet.
And while you definitely appreciate the concern, you don’t think it’s entirely necessary, at least not for this. Sure, you have a bad habit of falling on your ass more often than not, but you’re also able to do so without sustaining any major injuries. You’re confident this time will be no different.
Besides, it’s just one jog. You’ll survive, even if your muscles might hate you for it later. Still, you know he worries about you, which is why you reach up to give him another quick kiss.
“Deal,” you assure him once you pull away. Then, you grin, voice taking on a more teasing edge as you look up at him. “As long as you promise not to be embarrassed when I leave you in the dust. You know, since I’m just so naturally athletic.”
Ushijima’s never been the best at detecting sarcasm, but with you, like so many other things, it’s different. He can tell you’re joking by the way you giggle and wink at him, and when he huffs out a quiet laugh, you smile and sit down to put on your sneakers.
He surprises you when he kneels to tie them for you before you get the chance to do it yourself.
“Careful, Wakatoshi,” you warn him, not for the first time. “If you keep being so sweet to me, you’ll never be able to get rid of me. You might just be stuck with me forever.”
“That’s fine,” he says, like he’s already considered the consequences before and has chosen to accept them. “You’re the only one I can imagine being with for that long, anyway.”
He moves on to tie the laces on your second sneaker, taking zero responsibility for the way his words make your heart flutter in your chest. He always does this: says stupidly romantic things with barely any prompting and absolutely no consideration or even awareness of the effect they have on you.
His voice doesn’t change when he says them, either. He uses the same blunt tone he always does, like it’s a simple fact, like he’s asking you to pass him his phone charger instead of alluding to a potential future with you.
It just makes you fall that much more in love with him.
Not that you’ve actually told him yet. You’re still waiting for the right moment. You wonder if maybe this might be it, but then he stands up and turns away from you to open the door and the opportunity is gone.
Maybe that’s for the best. This morning, you decide that you can handle jogging with your pro-athlete boyfriend or confessing your love for him, not both. The latter will just have to wait for dinner tonight, assuming you make it back in one piece and your legs don’t just fall off from the sudden exercise.
You stand up and follow him out the door.
Ushijima insists you both take the time to stretch before you actually start running, so you spend a few minutes doing so in the empty lobby. You pretend to struggle with a few of them, just so you’ll have an excuse to have his hands on you.
You’re almost positive he sees through your little ruse, if the amused look he gives you is any indication, but he doesn’t complain, guiding his hands over your body to help you bend and stretch like he can’t see the grin on your face.
Once you’re all warmed up, you’re ready to start jogging. You follow behind him as he leads you along his usual path down the block, the streets noticeably empty, save for the occasional passing car.
You know the only reason you’re able to keep up with him is because he’s slowing down for you, but you don’t let it bother you. He’s a professional athlete, after all, and you’re the kind of person who doesn’t even like to run to catch the bus, so it’s to be expected. Still, you give it your all, remembering to keep your breathing steady just like he taught you.
And you have to admit, your aversion to any sort of cardio aside, jogging with Ushijima is actually kind of fun.
For the first five minutes, at least.
Then it all goes to shit.
You’re not sure how it happens, either. One moment, everything is great. Sure, you’re already feeling a little sweaty, and maybe your lungs are screaming at you just a tiny bit –the price of inactivity, and all that– but you power through it because, in the words of so many great orators before you, mama ain’t raise no bitch.
But then you trip on something –a pothole in the street, your own foot, who the hell knows– and suddenly you’re wiping out for the entire world –or maybe just your boyfriend and that one stray cat you passed, which is still pretty embarrassing– to see.
Ushijima’s quite a few feet ahead of you now, because as much as he tried to slow down for you in the beginning, you figure he just can’t help but speed up a bit. He’s not the type to do anything half-assed, not even a casual morning jog. You’re almost grateful for it in a way, because it means he doesn’t actually see you trip and stumble like a baby deer learning to walk for the first time.
He does, however, hear the yelp that escapes your throat, making him glance over his shoulder just in time to see you fall forward. He runs back towards you, but he’s too far to reach you in time, and your knees hit the pavement hard, your hands shooting out to catch yourself as best as you can.
You don’t even have to look to know that the skin on both your knees and your palms is scraped up. There’s also a shooting pain that starts at your ankle and darts right up your leg, reassuring you that you most definitely stepped on it wrong.
Ushijima is by your side in an instant, normally stoic face scrunched up with worry. He helps you twist yourself into a more comfortable position on the sidewalk, though it does little to ease your embarrassment or your annoyance with your own incoordination.
“I’m okay,” you try to reassure him, but that’s not entirely the truth. Your palms are stinging and your ankle is throbbing, not to mention the fact that your knees currently resemble a cat’s scratching post. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”
The look he gives you is doubtful, and you know for a fact he doesn’t believe you at all. “You’re bleeding.”
And holy crap, you are. It shouldn’t be a surprise to you, since you felt the entire thing, but the sight of the blood on your knees and palms still stuns you a bit.
“Come on.” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you up with ease you would normally marvel at if it didn’t make you feel so pathetic. “We’re going back. I’ll be able to treat your wounds and take a better look at your ankle.”
“Whaa– but we’ve barely even started jogging!” you protest, pouting despite the stinging of your cuts. “I told you that I’m fine, Toshi. I can still walk–”
You try to put pressure on the ankle you rolled and immediately wince. You almost stumble forward again, but this time Ushijima is there to catch you, holding you against him with his arms around your waist.
“No, you can’t. You need to treat your injuries, so stop being stubborn and let me help you. We’re going back.”
You bite the inside of your cheek, eyebrows drawing together in frustration –mostly at yourself– but stubborn as you are, you know he’s right. There’s no arguing your way out of this one, not that he would listen to you in the first place. He’s always been protective of you, which means he won’t be budging on this.
You heave a defeated sigh but nod at him anyway, relenting. He helps you hobble along with your arm around his shoulders and his arm around your waist for a few steps before he seems to think better of it.
In one fluid motion, he’s picking you up in his arms, holding you bridal style against his chest. And while normally his arms are one of your favorite places to be, the fact that he has to carry you like this all because you’re an idiot who can’t watch where you’re going is doing nothing to ease your already damaged pride.
You try to convince him to put you down and let you walk on your own, but unsurprisingly, he doesn’t agree. Your face, which is already warm with embarrassment, just seems to heat up even more. Your mortification only increases when you spot his apartment building a few streets later.
God, the two of you were running for what, maybe five minutes? Six? And now you’re already back home? Talk about embarrassing. And right after you promised him to be careful, too.
The fact that the pothole –which you are now deciding to blame for your fall, because you don’t think your ego can handle anything else– had the audacity to trip you and then not immediately swallow you whole to save you this embarrassment is honestly disrespectful, at this point.
Ushijima was right earlier. You do hate running. And you hate yourself even more for believing that jogging at any hour –least of all 5AM– would end in anything other than complete and utter disaster.
Your only consolation is that it’s so early, chances are that no one else saw you trip and almost eat shit in the middle of the street. It’s the little victories that count, you suppose, though you might just have to burn this outfit later to rid yourself of the reminder. You’re not sure how you’re ever going to live this one down.
Thankfully, the universe seems to take some pity on you, since you don’t pass any of Ushijima’s neighbors in the lobby. He maneuvers you into the apartment, managing to close the door behind him and remove his sneakers without putting you down.
When he does finally let you go, it’s to place you delicately on his bed. He disappears from the room and returns a moment later with a first aid kit and an ice pack, while you flop defeatedly onto your back against his pillows, pouting.
“I can’t believe I actually fell.” You groan, throwing an arm over your eyes. You feel the bed dip beneath his weight as he sits beside you, but you still don’t move. “The one time I willingly decide to run, and this is what happens. We didn’t even make it past the supermarket!”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. It could’ve happened to anyone,” he says, opening the first aid kit. His voice is as straightforward as ever, but you know he’s trying to comfort you in his own way. “Besides, it could’ve been a lot worse.”
“Worse than twisting my ankle and making a fool of myself five minutes in?” You shift to prop yourself up on your elbows and raise an eyebrow at him. “How?”
“You could’ve twisted your ankle and made a fool of yourself two minutes in instead.”
The bluntness of his response makes you snort, cracking a half-smile as you push yourself to sit up fully. “Good point.”
You watch as he gets to work, mesmerized by how careful he is with you. He takes your palms in his hands, wiping away the blood gently and cleaning the small scratches it reveals. The scrapes on your knees, which he moves to next, sting more, but he moves slowly enough that it doesn’t overwhelm you. He’s always taken such good care of you, and this time is no different.
After all of your scrapes are covered, he examines your ankle, which is unsurprisingly the worst of your injuries. When he helps you tug your sneaker and sock off, you can both see it’s already swelling.
It’s not broken, he assures you, but it is lightly sprained. You’ll need to rest and compress it until you’re ready to walk on it again, but the ice should help with the swelling. He lifts your ankle on top of a few pillows to keep it elevated, covering it with the ice pack.
He moves higher up on the bed to sit beside you against the headboard, searching your face for any signs of discomfort. “How does that feel?”
“It still hurts, but it’s not as bad as before,” you answer. “Honestly, I think my pride is more damaged than anything else.”
You lean back against the pillows propped up on his headboard and sigh, unable to stop the guilty frown tugging at your lips. As grateful as you are for his help, you also feel really bad that he had to stop and take care of you at all.
If you hadn’t insisted on joining him on his run, then none of this would’ve happened. You would still have two normal-sized ankles, and he would be able to finish his run without having to worry about you and your chronic clumsiness.
“I’m sorry I ruined our jog,” you find yourself apologizing, fiddling with the hem of your shirt guiltily. “It was supposed to be cute and fun, but all I did was screw it up. I’m sorry you had to come back to take care of me.”
Ushijima shakes his head. “Taking care of you isn’t a burden. There’s no need for you to apologize.”
His hands reach for yours, large enough to engulf your own as he turns them over. His eyes follow the path his fingertips trace lightly over the band-aids covering the scratches on your palms. “If I hadn’t gone on ahead of you–”
You press a hand against his chest to stop him, his eyes flickering back up to meet your own.
As endearing as his concern is, he’s not the one at fault here. You don’t think anyone is, really, except for maybe that damned pothole you may or may not have tripped on. More importantly, you don’t want him to blame himself for this.
“Nuh-uh, nope, none of that. I’m the one who tripped, remember? It’s not your fault I suck at running. Or any kind of physical activity, actually.”
You pause, tilting your head thoughtfully as you mull over your own words. He watches the mischievous smile he’s learned to love appear on your face, hears the teasing edge seeping into your tone as you lower your voice just a bit.
“Except maybe the one that involves you railing me into the mattress,” you add with a smirk, playful and just shameless enough in a way that never fails to draw him in even more. “That one, I don’t mind, for obvious reasons.”
He sighs, though your words don’t surprise him. “I really wish you wouldn’t word it that way.”
“Too late~”
You’re practically singing as you grin at him, grabbing his chin and bringing his face closer to yours.
He mutters something about you having a one track mind, but you don’t miss the amusement in his eyes or the fond little smile he casts in your direction. He doesn’t stop you from pulling him in either, allowing you to rest your other hand on the side of his face.
“Thank you for taking such good care of me, Wakatoshi.”
You meet him halfway for a loving kiss that you hope is enough to express your gratitude, one he doesn’t hesitate to return. When you break apart, he rests his forehead against yours.
And right when you think you can’t possibly love him anymore, he promises quietly, sincerely, “Always.”
As usual, he gives you no time to recover. He kisses you on the forehead and then stands up, announcing that there’s something else he needs to go grab before leaving the room.
Honestly, you’re hoping it’s food. You’re starving, and after all of this morning’s excitement* (see also: trauma), there’s nothing more you want than to cuddle up alongside your boyfriend while enjoying a plate of your favorite breakfast food.
To your surprise –and slight disappointment– when Ushijima returns, it’s not with food or anything else to treat your injuries, but rather with a set of keys. He sits beside you again, opening his palm to offer them to you.
“Well, those aren’t pancakes.” You take the keys anyway, twirling the ring around one of your fingers before raising an eyebrow at him. “Are these what I think they are?”
“The keys to my apartment,” he confirms. “I want you to move in with me.”
Your eyes widen. It’s not the last thing you expected him to ask you when he offered you the keys, but it’s definitely not the first one either.
When he first held them out to you, you thought maybe he was just giving you a copy of your own to hold onto, just in case you ever needed them. You’ve thought about offering him the same a few times before, just so he could let himself into your own apartment whenever he comes over instead of you having to get up and open the door for him.
But that’s not what’s happening here. It looks like Ushijima’s chosen to skip the exchanging apartment keys step entirely in favor of just straight up asking you to move in with him. And while part of you is thrilled by it, your heart hammering in your chest with excitement at the prospect of getting to wake up next to him every day, of getting to come home to him, there’s another part of you that’s wondering if maybe you’re moving too fast.
It’s not that you don’t trust him, or that you doubt how much he cares for you, because you don’t. Your previous partners couldn’t even spell commitment, much less agree to it, but Ushijima’s not like them.
He told you, not too long after the first few times you went out together, that he doesn’t believe in dating casually or wasting his time. If he’s with someone, it’s because he sees a future with them. Hearing that was a bit intimidating at first, but it was also extraordinarily refreshing.
Asking you to move in with him, you know, is just another step towards that future. And while the idea excites you, making you feel more secure and adored than in any of your past relationships, there’s a part of you that’s still a bit hesitant.
After all, what sets you and Ushijima apart –more than your senses of humor, more than your completely different levels of athletic ability, as evidenced by the ice pack and bandages you’re currently sporting– is the fact that you, unlike him, often get caught up in the “what-if’s” of a situation. Whenever you have to make a decision, you psych yourself out by imagining every little thing that could possibly go wrong.
He calls your name, tearing you from your thoughts. He’s looking at you like he already knows what you’re thinking, like he can see the tangle of anxiety you feel nestling into your bones. Maybe that’s why he reaches out to take the hand that’s not holding his keys, lacing your fingers together.
“Are you okay?” he asks. “You haven’t said anything.”
“I know, I know, I’m just...processing.” You give his hand a quick squeeze, moving the keys around in your other palm. “How long have you been thinking about this?”
“Since my last away game.” He answers right away like he doesn’t have to think about it, like he just knows. Not for the first time, you find yourself envying his conviction. “I went straight to your apartment from the airport, and you were already there, waiting. I realized how much I liked the idea of getting to come home to you, and vice versa. I’ve been waiting for the right time to ask you to move in since then.”
“Wakatoshi, that was last month. You’ve known since back then?” You stare at him with wide, wondering eyes, your cheeks already warming at the implication, growing even warmer when he nods. “And you don’t think it’s too soon? You’re not the least bit hesitant about living with me?”
“Hesitation is only necessary for those who are unsure of their desires. I know what I want, and that’s you, if you’ll have me.”
If you’ll have me. He says it like it’s easy. Like he’s already yours, to love and to be loved by.
And he is, you realize. He has been for a while, just like you have. You knew you were in love with him this morning, and you’ve known it for weeks before that, too. You just weren’t sure when or how to bring it up, but now you are.
“I’d like that. I like you– wait, that’s not right.” You release his hand, and he stares at you in confusion, the corner of his mouth curving downward. You’re quick to smooth it away with your thumb, your eyes earnest and full of affection as you correct yourself, “I love you, Wakatoshi.”
The confusion in his eyes quickly transforms into surprise. You’re not sure what stuns him more: your confession itself, or the confident, doubtless way you say it. You smile at him and take his face into your hands, careful to move his keys so they don’t scratch him.
“I’ve known it for a while. I just wasn’t sure when to bring it up, but now I am. I don’t expect you to say it back unless you’re ready, but–”
“I love you,” he says confidently, unwaveringly, and now it’s your turn to be stunned.
You blink, taken aback for a few seconds before your lips begin curving into a goofy smile. “Really?”
He hums affirmatively, and after that you can’t do anything besides kiss him. He’s quick to return the gesture, moving his mouth against yours and winding one arm around your waist to pull you closer. He pulls back from you right when you’re about to deepen the kiss. You try to pout, but it’s hard to do so when you feel as giddy and over the moon as you do now.
“Does this mean you’ll be moving in with me?”
“Of course.” You beam at him. “I’d love to move in with you, Wakatoshi.”
He smiles, his arm moving up to wrap around your shoulders, and your own smile grows brighter as you lean into him, cuddling against his side and resting your head against his chest. Things between you are quiet for a few moments, both of you basking in the comfortable silence.
You’re shifting his keys in your hand when a thought occurs to you, and you can’t help the laugh that escapes your chest.
“So this is why you let me go running with you this morning,” you tease. “You knew that if I did injure myself, that would just make it harder for me to leave, so I’d have no choice but to say yes to moving in. How sneaky of you.”
“You volunteered to join me–”
“I know, Toshi, I’m just kidding.” You grin, tilting your head to look up at him. “So, what do you say we go make some breakfast in your kitchen? I’m starving.”
“Our kitchen now,” he corrects, and your heart flutters in your chest for what must be the tenth time in the hour or so you’ve been awake this morning. It can’t be healthy for you. “And I’ll be the one making breakfast. You stay here and rest that ankle.”
He kisses your forehead and stands up to head into the kitchen. You frown at the loss of his warmth, but another look at the keys in your hand has you smiling again.
Maybe jogging isn’t so bad after all.
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yangconi · 43 minutes ago
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[00:54] oikawa staying the night
warnings: none
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he wasn't used to such extravagant gestures, that being said he wasn't used to gestures specialised for him. yes, he had the love of his fans and media, yet it never filled the void in his heart. the void that craved comfort, warmth, a sense of security in forms of romance and not the empty cheers from strangers he knew he would never encounter again. he craved a sense of warmth that a person would obtain by coming home to their loved one after a long day. he had everything but love. he had everything but the one thing he sincerely yearned for during his college years. he had everything but the one emotion he had neglected during his high school years, as he was too busy prioritising something that he had soon led on to become his wildest realities.
yet here he was, finding comfort, warmth, home, in someone who he had only stumbled upon several weeks ago. he found security and reassurance in someone who once insulted him for his unhealthy obsession with milk bread, someone who he thought would be a fading dream after several days. yet here they were. in their glory, resting a hand above oikawa tooru's head, running their fingers through his hair, as he slept like a baby in their arms. the blue glare of the tv in the background, the crickets in the night, the empty cans, snacks, plastic bags, dispersed across the coffee table, as the couple laid comfortably on the chaise sofa oikawa had once believed he would never sleep in. oh how he was eating his words.
oikawa tooru promised himself to never get attached once he would go pro, said it was going to be a burden on his career and would make him stray from his path. always such a pessimist, he was, never realising that the presence of another being could bring solace into his life.
he stirred in his sleep and they slowly hushed him again, with a soft voice, stroking his head again as they too began to drift off into a slumber of their own, yet careful, so as not to abruptly awaken the brunet from his desired nap. slowly, their eyes drooped and they relaxed their grasp around oikawa, already falling asleep before hearing him mutter-
“i'm so glad i met you.”
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bokutomessy · 49 minutes ago
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Pocky challenge with seijoh high four
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A/n: I was actually watching a tiktok and saw this challenge and thought it was cute. I’m gonna probably start a series with this for different teams. Let me know if you guys want a part two! And tell me which team.
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warnings: Kissing
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Oikawa:
+ He’s probably the one who asked you to do the challenge with him.
+ He’s seen so many of these on his phone so he asked you to do one with him.
+ He practically had to beg you to do it with him.
”y/n-Chan come onnnn” Oikawa whined, as he pulled you in front of the camera. “Oikawa I don’t wanna do this” “Pleaseee I already brought the Pocky sticks“ you sighed as you looked at the bag full of different flavors.
You muttered a little ‘fine’ and Oikawa clapped his hands like a little child. “Okay y/n-Chan what flavor do you want?” He said scavenging through the bag. “Hm…… Maybe strawberry?” You said with a questioning voice.
He picked up the pack and opened it, he grabbed one of the sticks and started setting up the camera. “Are you ready y/n-Chan?” He singed. “I guess“, you took the stick from him and put one of the ends in your mouth.
He then started the video and grabbed your shoulders. You guys both started nibbling on the strawberry stick until your lips connected. Oikawa then pulled your hips closer and connected your lips better.
You then pulled away and smirked. He pouted when you pulled away. “Y/n-Chan come on that tasted so good“ he whined as he shook your shoulders. “If you wanted a kiss Oikawa you should’ve just asked” you then pulled him by the collar and smashed your lips together.
iwaizumi:
+ Iwaizumi probably slightly knows about it because Oikawa always talks about it.
+ He doesn’t really ask you to do because he doesn’t really pay no mind to it.
+Your probably the one that asks him one day after he comes home from training.
”Iwaizumi please can we try it?” You plea as you set up your camera on the counter. “Why” “Because why not?” He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
With a blushing face he replied a short yes. Squealing mentally, you set up the phone and grabbed one of the chocolate sticks and told iwaizumi to open his mouth.
Putting half of the stick in his mouth, you attached your mouth to the other side and started nibble on the stick, Iwaizumi smirked and started nibbling on it too until his lips connect with yours.
Iwaizumi grabbed the back of your head and deepen the kiss. As you tried tugging his shirt up, he pulled away with a smug smirk. “Babe, if you wanted a kiss you should’ve just said something, I wouldn’t mind giving my pretty doll kisses“ he said as he cupped your face and kissed you again.
Matsuwaka:
+ This guy actually saw this trend a few days ago.
+ He thought nothing of it until you said you wanted to do it with him.
+ Once you asked him he teased you but he gave in.
“Come on hurry up and open it” you whined as you shoved the matcha flavored Pocky sticks into his chest.
He smirked “Explain to me why do you want to do this again“ you looked up at him “it’s for a video, it’s a trend I saw a few days ago” “No, maybe you just wanna kiss me” he said in a teasing voice. “Not by a long shot”.
You then turned around and pressed record. Taking the Pocky stick from Matsukawa you put one of the ends in your mouth and moved your face closer to Matsukawa’s so he can put the other end in his mouth.
Nibbling on the green tea flavored stick you then pushed your lips onto his. Kissing him softly while tasting the green tea. You pulled away with a warm face and a lingering taste of the Pocky stick. “Hey uhh… can we do it again“ he questioned, rubbing the back of his head.
Hanamaki:
+ He knows about this trend lmao.
+ He heard Oikawa talking about it and thought it was interesting.
+ He actually came to you and asked you if you wanted to give it a try.
”Are you done seting up the camera? He asked. “Yea… just… give me a sec…andddd done!“ you said as you turned around and grabbed the cookies and cream flavored Pocky sticks from him. “Well someone’s excited“ he said as he chuckled.
You giggled and open the pack “Say ahhh”, he open his mouth and wrapped it around the end. You then pressed record and grabbed his shoulders putting the Pocky stick in your mouth.
You guys then started to peck at the cookies and cream flavored stick until your lips attached together. Hanamaki then cupped your cheek and started deepening the kiss.
You then pulled away with a cheeky smile “I didnt know you enjoy my kisses so much“ you singed. And all Hanamaki did was just sigh and grabbed his phone.
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etherrreal · 53 minutes ago
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“you’re my favorite”
Pairing: tanaka x fem!reader Genre: fluff Summary: tanaka longed for the feeling of being someone’s first choice for his entire life; you finally arrived and gave him what he needed.  WC: 2,617 Warning: nothing at all, he’s just a little stupid but he got the spirit A/N: just my first fic on this blog...no pressure, or anything -Luna
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Tanaka was used to not being anyone’s first choice.  When he looked at all the people in his life, they all had their own pairs: Nishinoya had Asahi, Daichi had Suga, not even Kiyoko liked him.
In volleyball, he wasn't exactly the star player, either. Sure, he was great in his position, but he didn't have any elite skills like Kageyama or Hinata did. Although this sometimes bugged him, he was content with knowing that he was simply a decent friend and player.
Then you came into the picture.
You were a new friend of Kiyoko's. From what he had heard, you initially met when she was going around looking for another manager. You had to turn down the offer because it would’ve interfered with your after-school tutoring job, but you’d managed to hit it off well with Kiyoko during the short hallway conversations, and a friendship blossomed.
You stopped in as practice was ending to wait for Kyoko so you could walk home together. He watched as the boys around him became enamored by you instantly.
He couldn't blame them, either; you were like a bright ray of sunshine in the sweaty, stuffy gym. Nishinoya nudged Tanaka immediately to comment on how cute you looked in the school uniform.
He watched as you volunteered to help clear the court, wanting to finish quickly so that you and Kiyoko could start your weekend together as soon as possible.
Hinata decided that he'd try just one more serve for the evening, tossing the ball up and slamming his open palm into it. Tanaka watched as the shorter player’s weak serve went flying towards you while you stood by the stage, oblivious, listening to Suga explain why they mopped the gym after every practice.
Tanaka immediately dropped the mop he was holding. It clattered loudly to the floor as he ran towards you. He stuck his arm out once he got close enough, the worn volleyball bouncing off his forearm.
He watched you flinch, unsure if it was because he was very suddenly almost on top of you or because of the ball that almost slammed into you.
Suga stomped away towards Hinata, his loud voice echoing in the gym as he scolded him for being a "reckless moron."
Once you finally opened your eyes again, you locked eyes with him. He could feel his face heating up as he finally got the chance to observe you up close. Your long lashes, soft-looking skin, cute lips.
You were just so…pretty.
"Wow, thanks for saving me," you joked with a hand over your, no doubt, fast-beating heart. "Guess you're my favorite now."
Favorite?
Him? Being your favorite?
Tanaka was sure he looked like a deer in headlights if deer were capable of blushing and making unwavering, surely creepy eye contact with cute girls.
The feeling of being on cloud nine could only last so long before he came back to earth and began overthinking like usual.
Favorite what? Volleyball player? Jokester? Ball defenderer? What did you mean by that? You said it so casually and with such a sweet smile. How was he supposed to react? What should he say back to you?
The universe decided to spare him the inevitable embarrassment of having to think of something clever. Before he opened his mouth and yelled out a marriage proposal, you skipped off with a cute wave to help Yamaguchi put away the leftover volleyballs on the court.
"Hey dude, you okay?" Daichi asked, waving his hand in front of his face.
"I'm her favorite," Tanaka said dreamily.
Daichi followed his gaze, catching sight of you on the other side of the gym. He rolled his eyes at what Tanaka was implying, feeling like this was another similar situation to Kiyoko's. "Oh god, we're not doing this again."
And later, when you walked out the gym door with Kiyoko's arm linked with yours and both waving at the team, he realized when he was waving back that he wasn't hoping to get Kiyoko's attention, but yours.  
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It was an early Monday morning. The weekend came and went and your comment was all Tanaka could think about. Initially, he tried to ignore it, but that plan lasted only 10 minutes before he was up and pacing, repeating the line to himself over and over again with emphasis on different words. He even got desperate enough to call Nishinoya, who, after whining about how he never got attention from girls, helped him bounce ideas back and forth for hours trying to crack the code.
He decided that he was going on a hunt for you as soon as he got to school. He showed up bright and early for the first time in years and was ready to go. He knew that you were a second-year –like him– and that you were smart –not so much like him– which meant the two of you had class on the same floor.
As he walked down the hallway, a girl with a stack of boxes in her arms taller than her head suddenly stepped out of one of the room doors and bumped right into him, making all of the boxes crash to the ground.
"OH NO! I'm so sorry!" the girl exclaimed, reaching out to steady the person she ran into. When he made eye contact with her, he realized it was you.
"Jeez, (Y/N), if you didn't like me, you could've just said so. No need to get violent," he joked. He saw your eyes widen, assuming you didn't notice the sarcasm, which made him laugh loudly. "I'm kidding!"
You breathed out a sigh of relief, "I thought you were gonna hate me."
"Nah, I could never hate you," he beamed, hoping that comment wasn't as lovey-dovey as he thought it sounded. He cleared his throat as he attempted to redirect the conversation. "So, uh, what were you doing with all these boxes?"
"I was just dropping off some supplies to the homerooms this morning. Usually, a friend helps me carry some of the boxes, but she's late this morning, so I figured I'd do it all myself," you blabbed, fiddling with your fingers sheepishly. "Guess that didn't go as well as I planned, huh?"
"Well, I'm a big, strong man. Let me help!" He piled up the boxes and lifted them with ease. "Just lead the way!"
You guided him to each of the classrooms on the floor, delivering a box to each teacher until there were none left. Once you were done, Tanaka offered a high-five that he hoped didn’t look as awkward as it felt, smiling when you returned it.
"Thanks for saving me once again! It's so nice having a cool buff hero to save the day," you joked, inwardly cringing at your very forward delivery.
If Tanaka didn't give himself that pep talk in the mirror this morning, he was sure that that line would've made him ascend. But, luckily, he was able to respond. "Y-yeah. YEAH! I'm the coolest, buffest guy around, of course."
You smiled, knowing you’d managed to fluster him. "So, were you looking for Kiyoko? She should be in her homeroom upstairs by now."
"Ah, no, actually, I was, uh, you know," you're blowing it, dumbass, "I was actually looking for you."
"Me? What for? Did I forget something in the gym? I'm always so forgetful," you began to think about anything you've been missing lately.
"No, um, I was wondering–" Then Tanaka froze and rebooted like an old Dell computer. He realized how weird it would be to come up to a random girl he hardly knew and demand she explain the sentiment behind the only sentence she'd ever said to him before today. "I was just wondering when you'll be coming back to the gym, ya know, to....help." Smooth.
"Oh," you said. You never imagined that he would ever want to see you, specifically, especially when you knew how infatuated he was with Kiyoko. You didn't even know how to respond to this revelation.
"I was just thinking that I could teach you how to serve a ball right into Hinata's face. You know, to get back at him for almost hitting you," he teased, hoping to make you laugh and not focus on the fact that he practically admitted that he liked you.
You did. Thank god. "This is why you're my favorite." There it was again. "I'll definitely take you up on that. Maybe I can pop by after school today?"
"Sure! That'd be great!"
"Okay, cool. Can't wait to learn how to take Hinata down," you laughed, turning around to walk away to your homeroom. "See you later, Tanaka!"
He hardly got to utter a 'bye' since he was so preoccupied with the thought of you sitting by the sidelines as he spiked balls over the net. Would you watch him closely? What if you got bored with the sport? What if he messed up a spike or a serve and made a fool out of himself?
Suddenly, he almost felt as nervous as he did before a preliminary match.
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It was a Thursday afternoon, right after class, when Tanaka made his way out of the volleyball club room and towards the gym. He was whistling a little tune, duffel hanging from his shoulder, swinging his hand towel around, when he noticed a girl hunched over against the banister under the outdoor walkway attached to the gym. As he got closer, he noticed that it was you and from your sniffles, he realized that you were crying.
Tanaka wasn't good with people crying, especially not when they were girls with attractive faces. He contemplated turning around quietly and walking away like he was never there, but seeing your slumped shoulders and hearing your sad sniffles made him march on over to you.
"What's got you down, pretty lady?" he asked, propping himself on the banister next to you.
You glanced up at him through your wet lashes, and he felt his heart squeeze seeing your tear-stained face. "Nothing. I just...I failed my math test pretty hard, and it's really got me down, so I wanted to see if Kiyoko could lend me her test so I could review it."
"Well, I know what it's like to fail miserably so, I suppose I am the best person to turn to for comfort," he said, offering you the hand towel he had resting on his shoulder to wipe your tears and nose.
"Are you sure?” You blinked at him unsurely, hesitating. “Don't you need that for practice?"
"It's fine. I've got another one in my bag," he reassured. In reality, that was the last one he had because he had been procrastinating his laundry all week, but he couldn't just leave you with nothing.
You accepted the towel with a quiet thanks, gently wiping your nose and cheeks with it. "Sorry, I probably look really gross," you chuckled, although Tanaka noticed there wasn't much humor in it.
"Nah, you always look beautiful, even with snot coming out of your nose like that," he joked, doing a mental dance when he heard you giggle genuinely.
"You're just saying that to stay my favorite," you teased.  
There it was again. The line that always made his heart skip a beat and his palms sweat. He wondered if you had any idea what that phrase did to him on the daily. He so badly wished he was confident enough to return the sentiment with an equally smooth line.
"You know,” you began thoughtfully, fidgeting with the towel in your hands, “if you've got a girlfriend, she is incredibly lucky to have you–"
"I don't have a girlfriend!" he informed you immediately, more of a shout and less of a casual statement than he was going for.
"Oh... Cool," you mumbled, not really knowing what to do with that information. You were so relieved to hear that, but you didn't exactly know how to tell him that without seeming desperate.
Not really knowing how to continue the conversation that you awkwardly started, you decided to gather your bag and head on home, not even wanting to wait for Kiyoko in the uncomfortable ambiance you created. You pushed off the banister and waved at Tanaka, keeping your head down to not embarrass yourself further.
Tanaka immediately panicked at the thought of letting this chance slip by. Before you got too far, he caught your wrist, making you turn abruptly to face him. Don't say something stupid, don't say something stupid, don't say something stupid--
"Do you want to go out on a date with me?" he blurted out.
You both shared the same shocked expression. Tanaka was in awe that he said something so normal rather than asking you to be the mother to his children or something odd like that. You were shocked because you never pictured that he was into you beyond a casual friendship.
But, the few moments you've had with him one-on-one have been precious. It was exhilarating watching him in the zone during volleyball practice, and you didn't not enjoy seeing him strip his shirt off any time he made a nice kill. He even taught you how to do a simple overhand serve towards the end of practice, which led to you hugging him in excitement once you managed to get one over the net.
And you would be lying if you said that you weren't starting to develop fluffy romantic feelings towards him after all of this time.
"Yeah, I'd love that," you replied, a giant smile spreading across your face. You saw the tension leaving his body as he returned your bright smile.
Before leaving you exchanged numbers, both expressing your excitement for the date to come. Once you walked away, after sending an adorably shy wave over your shoulder, he absolutely did not break into an embarrassingly terrible dance that Tsukishima made fun of him for.
Absolutely not.
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It was a Saturday afternoon and you were over at Tanaka's house. There was finally some peace and quiet with his sister and parents being gone so you both decided to cherish the silence together.
You were straddling his lap, knees on either side of his hips, cupping his cheeks in your hands. Your thumbs stroked his cheeks softly while his thumbs did the same at your waist.
As much as he and Nishinoya talked about getting a hot girlfriend to parade around to make them feel cool and popular, it was these intimate moments that he craved more than anything else. Being able to look your girlfriend in the eyes and see the love that you have for her reflected in her gaze was a special feeling that neither he nor Noya could conceptualize.
Tanaka could feel the butterflies swarming about when he noticed you leaning forward, littering his face with gentle kisses, starting with his forehead and working your way down the bridge of his nose, ending at his lips. You pulled back slowly and smiled at the serene expression on his face.
"You're my favorite, Ryu."
It was rare for Tanaka to drop all of his walls, but seeing the soft look in your eyes as you held his face delicately in your hands was enough to make his nose start burning as tears sprung to his eyes. He never saw himself as a first-place prize, but knowing that you saw worth in him flooded him with love. He didn't know how he managed to get so lucky, but as he stared back into your eyes, he realized that it was life-changing to be someone's first choice.
"Thank you for picking me, (Y/N)."
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animethingzz · an hour ago
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-Pain-
Pairings: BokutoxY/N (platonical), Surprise characterxY/N
A/N: Hey y'all. I'm not doing great per se. College is really stressing me out. And I really wanna write. But I'm not really getting time. Anyway, here's a piece I wrote a few months ago but had to clean it a little. Enjoy<333 Warnings: A LOT of ANGST, Suicide Attempts, Manipulation, Light fluff, Minors DNI
W.C: 1,329
You know you really missed him. Because the second you turned to the other side in the morning, the bed was empty. His now faded scent stayed on. Of course you’d been wanting to see him again. How could you even forget the way he made you feel? The happy aura, the comforting arms, the occasional breakfast in bed on weekends.
You fight a tear from your side. Why’d you have to go ahead and mess it up? What was the reason? A whole year, wasted.
Your thoughts were disturbed by the door bell ringing profusely. You hoped it was him. You’d hoped he’d come back to forgive you, to be the bigger person. You open the door slightly to have eye contact with Bokuto. You knew he’d rushed all the way from his practice for you. You really needed someone right now. And you didn’t know who to call other than him.
“I know you were at practice,” you said after opening the door and letting him in “I’m really sorry. I just wanted someone to be with” you said, looking at the floor in shame.
“Hey, it’s okay. We got off early today. So, I didn’t miss practice.” He said, softly taking off his jacket and throwing his bag on the couch. Observing your tear stained face Bokuto did not waste a second in engulfing your small frame into his arms.
“I know he meant a lot. But you should stop. You know he won’t come back.” He whispered while stroking your hair and planting soft kisses across your scalp.
Bokuto and you had been best friends forever. Which made it easier for you to share things with him. It was as if you both knew everything about each other. Exactly how each other felt. But you also knew you two would never work it out. It would never happen.
He would be in another city and you couldn’t be with someone who could not devote every single minute to you.
Your separation anxiety always becomes worse in long distance. That is exactly what had happened, didn’t it? Instead of going to him, you’d chosen someone else’s company. You’d cheated on him with someone else. You never knew you were capable of it.
You’d ruined a lot of friendships this way. Only for you to block your past relationships. Cutting them off without any hesitation. Which only lead to your small friend circle and a lot of self destructive tendencies.
“Bo...why am I this way? I don’t want to be this way. I want to get better. I want to be normal. I don’t want to be dependent on people. Please. Take care of me. I want to get better,” a burst of tears flooded your face, all being absorbed by Bokuto’s jersey.
“I don’t want to feel this pain anymore.”
Bokuto responded to this by swooping your shivering body off the floor. The walk from the foyer to the bedroom seemed long with the words you kept murmuring. Talking so negatively about yourself, it broke Bokuto’s heart.
“It’s alright, I got you,” He said, opening the door of your bathroom “you’ll be good, I know you’ll be. You’ve always been this strong.” He kept your cold, murmuring body in the bathtub and started filling it with warm water.
He held your hand. You saw his face. His grey hair, drooping. His face filled with stubble. His eyes surrounded by the dark circles clearly visible from the sleepless nights. It had been so long since you’d seen him you’d forgotten his rough, calloused hands in yours. His lips silently moving in a prayer.
You couldn’t blame him. He had too much on his brain, his schedule, his practice. His girlfriend blamed him for things he wasn’t responsible for. There was too much going on in both of your lives to have time for each other but you were eternally grateful for this moment.
Your thought process was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Your body refused to move. “Ko.. could you get the door, please?” you said with your croaky voice.
“Yes, just close your eyes” Bokuto said while getting up, turning the tap off and going out of the bathroom. What if you could end everything right now?
What if you just drowned yourself and got over with it. It’s not like your life wasn’t worth living anyway. You’d never done anything special since childhood. You’d never been loved. Just cast aside.
“Maybe I should slip in the water. Nobody would ever know.”
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“Y/N, WAKE THE FUCK UP, I’M NOT GONNA LOSE YOU LIKE THIS.” Bo said with tears in his eyes. How could he be so stupid leaving you alone in a tub full of water. “WAKE UP WAKE UP PLEASE JUST WAK-”
“Give her to me, get the heater and blankets, I’ll carry her over to the bed. Get the hairdryer while you’re at it” he said.
“THIS IS BECAUSE OF YOU. YOU COULD’VE JUST STAYED AT HOME WITH HER. YOU SHOULD’VE JUST BEEN WITH HE-”
“It wasn’t my fault Bokuto. Refrain yourself. One of us needs to be calm. Get the things quickly” He said as he picked your unconscious body up from the water and kept it on the bathroom floor and petted you dry.
“DON’T TOUCH HER, SHE’S ALREADY SO RUINED. BECAUSE OF YOU.YOU TOOK HER SANITY.”
“You know what she’s done, Bokuto. You think it hasn’t affected me? I’m ready to do everything for her. There is no forgiveness. There is just something I wanna talk to her about. This is just psychological manipulation she’s doing to get you too. You know she doesn’t care. You know ho-”
“Get out. Leave her on the bed.” the pain in his voice was audible.
“I know.”
Bokuto looked at him in confusion and watery eyes. “What?”
“I know you’re in love with her. I know she cheated on me with you. Don’t you understand how hard it is for me to be here with you? Don’t you know, Bo?” he sighed “I know you cheated on your girlfriend too. I don’t know what to do. I love her. But this here, looking at her this way, with you? I don’t think you’re supposed to be here.” he said, briefly stopping to rub your body rigorously for heat and looking at Bokuto.
“I better leave. Take care, Y/N. You got what you wanted.”
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“Ka….geyama?”
“Hi, angel. I’m back. Just like you wanted.” Kageyma said as he locked on your eyes and held your cold hands in his warm ones.
“Where’s Bokuto?” you asked him looking around the bedroom. He was sitting on the study chair, looking at you.
The fresh sheets were laid. The dirty laundry bunch you’d thrown in the corner had been put in the laundry. The curtains were pulled apart to get the sunlight in the room. The fresh set of clothes that you were wearing kept you warm. The warmth had finally woken you up.
“He won’t be bothering you for a while. He took his decision.” The black haired boy said as he looked up with a shit eating grin, holding a cup of hot liquid.
“Anyway, I know it was him,” he said while swirling around in the chair. “So I fucked his girlfriend. She told me to not tell you but she’s breaking up with him.”
A look of horror struck your face. “Why would you do that?”
“It’s simple, baby. He’s permanently leaving the country and I’m gonna move in with his girlfriend. You’ll be left alone again. And that’s a better revenge than I originally planned.”
He said as he got up from his chair, kept the tea on your night stand and stood near the door frame.
“Enjoy your loneliness. I really let you live so you could feel this pain. See you later, babe” he said as he broke the last eye contact you’d ever have with him.
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sunalma · an hour ago
I have a million request ideas, so here I am again. Could you do headcanons where the reader has acne every where(chest, shoulders, neck, back, face, etc)? Some of it’s not super out there and noticeable, but it’s there. The reader is insecure and the boys are there to help them with it.
I have the same thing and I don’t like wearing specific shirts a lot of the time. Especially low cut, short sleeve shirts and tank tops. Sometimes I don’t care and sometimes I do.
✗ HQ BOYS REASSURING THEIR S/O ABOUT THEIR ACNE
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omg i totally get what you mean. it’s like- nothing extreme but just enough to make you feel self conscious :’) but i got you bubs, hopefully this will help <33
-> bokuto, akaashi, kenma, yamaguchi
-> warnings : kenma bites :|
reblogs are appreciated!!
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— BOKUTO
• this man is so clueless because he doesn’t even realize that acne can be considered a ‘physical flaw’ by some people
• for the very simple reason that he doesn’t see it as a flaw himself, so he’s really surprised when you open up to him about how insecure it makes you feel
• he’s always the first to compliment your outfits, but now that he knows about your insecurity, prepare for 10x more praise
• right before going out together, a spontaneous « look at you! so beautiful... » would slip out of his lips, the perfect balance between a proud exclamation and a fascinated whisper
• and he expects you to actually take a look at yourself in the mirror! his chin on your shoulder and literal stars in his eyes, he refuses to leave the house until you agree with him
• and that’s exactly how bokuto deals with your insecurities : by treating you like the eighth wonder of the world and hoping that his compliments will make you feel a bit more confident every day (spoiler : they do)
— AKAASHI
• he knows quite a few things about self-consciousness. so he decides to help you the same way he helps himself : by breaking down the issue in simple questions
• « does it prevent me from touching you ? no, it doesn’t. and are you still the most beautiful person i’ve ever met ? yes, you are » (this man has no idea of how smooth he can be)
• akaashi worships absolutely every inch of your body - but he still tries to keep it lowkey because he doesn’t want you to feel like he’s being forced to do so now that you’ve opened up to him
• so he usually just rests his hands on the parts of your body that he knows you’re uncomfortable showing in public. for example, you guys could be cuddling on the couch and his palm would immediately find its way to the slope of your shoulder, and stay there for as long as you want to
• « see? your skin doesn’t change a single thing, love », followed by a kiss on your temple : this is enough to let you know that akaashi couldn’t care less about the way you look. as long as your heart is in the right place, he’ll always find you absolutely breathtaking
— KENMA
• looks are the least of kenma’s concerns, so he might act a bit too unbothered at first
• but tell him once that you feel too self-conscious to wear a certain piece of clothing and he’ll drop whatever he’s doing to talk some sense into you
• you’ve stopped counting how many times he told you that having acne was perfectly normal. and he has very good arguments :
• « don’t you think it’s creepy that baby skin is considered ‘the norm’ ? ...because i do.. »
• he doesn’t even realize it but whenever he gets sleepy, his fingers mindlessly brush against your skin and he unconsciously ends up ‘connecting’ your blemishes almost like it’s a constellation
• and oh my god don’t even try to cover your cheeks in front of him. because he always finds a way to take your hands off of your face, whether it’s by grabbing them in his or literally biting your fingers. he has absolutely no mercy.
• « hey, the only person that gets to cup your cheeks like that is me, got it? », he tells you - his gentle tone contrasting with the way he bit your thumb without hesitation a second ago
— YAMAGUCHI
• sweet boy definitely understands how you feel <3
• which means that he’s very careful with his words. you’ll never catch him saying something like « don’t make such a big deal out of it », because he knows you can’t help it
• instead he focuses on making you feel appreciated, whether it’s through gentle strokes on your arms and shoulders or dozens of kisses on your cheeks
• he hates to know that you’re reluctant to show certain parts of your body, so he does his absolute best to make you feel more confident
• however, if you two are outside and he notices that you’re too uncomfortable in the outfit you’re wearing, he won’t hesitate to give you his jacket or his hoodie to make you feel more at ease
• but it’s a different story when you’re staying in together. don’t get me wrong he still gives you his hoodies if you ask for them (even if you don’t actually) but he always makes you promise that it’s not to cover your skin (and who would ever lie to him?)
• also : yamaguchi gives you the warmest and tightest hugs just to let you know that no matter the way your skin looks/feels, it’ll always be perfect to him
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ohno-otome · an hour ago
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𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 (𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙.𝟝)
Akaashi Keiji x f!Reader (and uh, eventually Miya Atsumu x f!Reader, but you’ll have to wait a bit longer for that)
Word Count: 1.2k
Genre: Fluff! With a hint of a moral dilemma! This takes place after the events of part 1 (which I highly recommend checking out), and will also help set things up for part 2! I just knew I couldn’t effectively continue the story without laying everything out first, hence...part 1.5. Enjoy!
Once again a HUGE thank you and a million hugs to @nerdynstoned for helping me plan this all out, and for the genius idea to bring Akaashi into the mix 🤍
𝟙𝟠+ 𝕆ℕ𝕃𝕐 - 𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕆ℝ𝕊 𝔻ℕ𝕀
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“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” you muttered under your breath. Of course class had to run late, of course you hit every red light on your drive from campus, and of course you couldn’t find your stupid wallet anywhere in your bag. The book you needed for your research paper was finally back in stock, but the bookstore could only hold it for you until closing time. Which was in 8- nope, 6 minutes now thanks to all the delays.
Finally digging out your cardholder with an “aha!” that the person in the car next to you definitely heard, you practically jumped out of the car and just barely avoided getting your jacket stuck as you slammed the door shut. Scurrying to the front door of the store, you yanked it open in time to hear the announcement that there were 5 minutes to closing.
Taking a moment to collect yourself, you scanned the front display table to see if anything else caught your eye before making your way to the cash register. The employee behind the counter was checking off something on a clipboard, but lifted his head as he heard you approach.
“You look like you just ran here from across town,” he said before his eyes widened in shock at his words. “Oh gosh, that’s so unprofessional, I am so sorry-”
You waved him off with a laugh. “I mean, I definitely ran from the car, and I did have to park at the back of the lot, so it was a bit of a journey.” A sheepish smile spreads across your face as you clear your throat. “I’m uh, I’m actually here to pick up a book on hold? Under Y/N?”
He nods and puts his pen down, turning to the shelf behind him with all of the products on hold. “Y/N, Y/N,” you could hear him mumble as he dragged a finger along the spines of the books. “Ah, here it is!” He spun around with a flourish to place it on the counter. “Was there anything else you needed today?”
“Nope, just that,” you say with a shake of your head. You watch as he pulls off the paper wrapping and scans the barcode, scrolling through his system to ring up the purchase. You hold up your debit card after he tells you the total, reaching across to hand you the pin pad.
“I think this is our last copy you’re nabbing,” he comments. “I’m a little jealous, I was hoping to read it myself.”
“Oh yeah? Wanna borrow it when I’m done?” You ask with a smirk, meeting his gaze properly for the first time. He’s cute, you think.
“Sure! How about I give you my number, you can let me know when you’re done,” he says with a grin of his own. Your jaw drops a bit as you realize just what he’s posing, the beeping of your transaction going through playing softly.
You take a moment to look at him closer, reading his nametag with “Keiji” written in black. You take in the soft waves of his dark hair and his deep green eyes behind golden frames. Whatever confidence he held before is starting to waver though, since he’s beginning to gnaw on his lower lip.
You want to play along. He’s cute, he’s forward with his intentions, and he seems interested in at least some of the same things as you if his comment about the book was made in honesty. It’s hard not to imagine how Atsumu would react to this if he were with you.
Would he make fun of him? Scoff if you took his number? It’s only been a week since your almost-romantic moment with him, since you almost told him how you feel. And he’s been following through on his decision to put his dating life aside, deleting Tinder from his phone. But really...one week isn’t a lot. He could fall off that wagon at any point. And you never made such a commitment, so what’s stopping you from taking this cute stranger’s number?
He opens his mouth, possibly to apologize for being so forward, but you cut him off before he gets the chance to say anything.
“That’s a great idea,” you say with a smile. You pull your debit card from the pin pad and shove it into your cardholder, swapping it in your pocket with your phone. You hesitate for a second seeing the text from Atsumu on your lockscreen.
“Are you still coming over? Bring snacks 😎”
Shaking your head, you ignore it for the time being in favor of unlocking your phone to pull up your contacts, sliding it across the counter to let Keiji punch his number in. He pushes it back to you and you catch a glimpse of the contact name he’s given himself:
Keiji Akaashi 🤓📚
He hands you the shopping bag with your new book, a smile on his face. “I uh, I gotta be honest. I wasn’t sure that would work in my favor or not.”
“No? Well lucky for you, Keiji Akaashi, it did,” you respond with a smile, typing out a text message before it whooshes away. “I just sent you a text, so when I finish this book in a few days it won’t just be a random number rambling about it.”
The smile on his face hasn’t dropped. “Just a few days? Guess I better do some fast research on the best place to meetup for the swap.”
Backing away from the counter, you give him a small wave. “Pick somewhere with good coffee, alright?”
He waves back, resting his chin in his hand as he leans on the register. “Will do! Have a good night Y/N!”
You send him a wink as you walk out the front door, heart pounding in your ears. That seriously just happened, you think to yourself. Tinder can kiss my ass, that was so easy!
The walk back to your car is short, and you take a minute to settle in before a call from Atsumu comes through the Bluetooth connection.
“What do you want?” You ask as you answer, checking the road as you pull out of the parking lot.
“Snacks, Y/N! I want something good to eat during this shitty movie you picked for tonight,” he whines in response. “Are you almost here yet? I thought you just had to pick up the one book after class.”
You bite your lip, contemplating whether or not to tell him your further lateness has been caused by flirting of all things. If he’s serious about not wanting to deal with dating nonsense for awhile, then maybe...maybe it’s not worth mentioning Keiji. Not yet anyways. Probably better to wait until after the first date at least.
“Sorry, sorry got held up everywhere. I’ll get food now. What do you want?”
Atsumu begins to ramble off his snacking selections, but you’re only half paying attention. Your mind is too focused on not blowing this new secret of yours to him. This will only be the second thing you’ve ever really kept from him, but as long as it’s only temporary then it should be fine...right?
A sudden realization hits you, and you cut him off mid sentence.
“Hold on, Kiki’s Delivery Service is not a shitty movie!”
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A/N: reblog if you would fight Atsumu for thinking Kiki’s Delivery Service is shitty
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kissunarin · an hour ago
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[10:07 pm]
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at this point, you were pretty sure that everyone was more than tipsy and you couldn't blame them. the semester just finished and the only thing that remains is the need to forget about the stress of the finals and just drink and dance until your body can't take it anymore.
you had your round of shots with the miya twins before letting your body get lost in the dance floor with your friends.
thirty minutes after dancing, spinning and singing, you decided to give your body a break and together with a friend decided to go for another drink to refresh your now dry throat. you were talking at the bar with your friend when you felt a pair of arms around your torso, hugging you from behind.
you felt your body tense for a moment before recognizing him, holding you against his chest and your body relaxed completely, letting you fall into his embrace.
your friend greeted suna with a nod before grabbing her drink and returning to the dance floor. you turned around to be face to face with your boyfriend, encircling his torso with your arms too and resting your chin on his chest, looking at him with a pout on your lips.
"what took you so long?" you asked, giving him a kiss on the chin.
suna sighed and took a sip of your drink, ignoring your protest about him getting his own drink.
"gin had to close at work today and i waited for him because he was coming with me" he replied, placing a kiss on your forehead. "sorry for being late"
you grinned and shake your head slightly, "now you are here and that's all that matters"
he smiled back at you and leaned in slightly to capture your lips in a brief kiss that made you giggle slightly.
a new song started to play and you inmediatly looked at your boyfriend, excitement showing in your eyes.
"oh! come on, rin, dance with me," taking your arms off his torso, you took his hand to lead him to the dance floor.
suna greeted your friends in the center of the dance floor, doing his special handshake with the twins.
you're hiding from me, yeah?
somewhere in the crowd
the song was reaching your favorite part and suna, laughing, took your face in his hands, his lips a few inches from yours and proceeded to sing
"where have you been, all my life?" his voice lower than normal, looking you straight in the eyes
with your cheeks burning you closed the distance and kissed him, ignoring the whistles and screams of your friends because in that moment, with your heart beating rapidly against your rib cage, all you could think about was the feeling of suna's lips against yours. it felt so good, so perfect, so right.
when you pulled away he smiled at you and, returning the smile, you couldn't help but answer his previous question with the next line of the song.
i've been everywhere, man
looking for someone
and bringing your face closer to his again, you added:
"someone like you, suna rintaro."
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kageyamas-love · 3 hours ago
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suna being really good with kids since he has a little sister😩 suna helping you look after your little siblings and them loving him so much that when he goes home they’re always asking when they’ll see him again😩
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