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wttcsms · 15 days

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domesticity with kageyama is when, before you’re married, before you’re even engaged, tobio will hold your hand under the dinner table, his thumb absentmindedly stroking your ring finger. it’s the way fans zoom in on his paparazzi photos, to catch a pixelated glimpse of his lockscreen; he’s a private person, but the lockscreen is definitely a selfie of the two of you. it’s the way he’s upset over court rules dictating he can’t have his wedding band on while he plays; he doesn’t like anything separating him from the feel of the ball, but his ring feels as if it’s always been a part of him. (it’s him looping the ring around the laces of his shoes, so he can always have you on the court with him). it’s having him be the designated Tall Guy; the person you look at and point to the top shelf of the cabinet or the highest shelf at the grocery store, and he’ll always be ready to grab the items for you. it’s you struggling to open the cap on a water bottle, and him always cracking open every water bottle before he leaves for an away game or big trip because he worries about you. it’s him always needing to have his toothbrush standing next to yours on the bathroom counter. it’s him being featured on a box of cereal, and you make a joke about how cute it would be to have a little kageyama enjoying breakfast promoted by his father; it’s the blush that creeps up on him as he can see it all perfectly in his head. it’s the way he can’t seem to sleep unless he’s holding you; even if you two don’t fall asleep cuddled up to each other, you can bet you’ll wake up in the middle of the night to find his arms wrapped around you, pressing your body against his.

#domesticity being one of the purest forms of intimacy #drabble #fluff #haikyuu x reader #imagine #tobio kageyama x reader #kageyama headcanons #kageyama x reader #hq x reader #tobio kageyama x you #kageyama x you #he’s actually the loml

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zmbiesuga · 6 months

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osamu x gn!reader, domestic fluff, osamu calls reader "sweetpea", reader calls osamu "baby", oh how i yearn for him <3

Osamu's morning routine was solid.

He woke up at 5 every morning, despite the fact that Onigiri Miya opened at 8. When he was younger, he would've gone for a jog to keep himself in shape. Now however, he feels no need to change anything about himself.

It always takes him a little, before he berudgingly gets out of bed and trudges to the bathroom that's connected to your shared bedroom, his safe space. The room the two of you share every night, tight in one another's embrace.

He starts the shower, and spends about the first five minutes allowing the warm water to cascade down his body, finally waking him up fully.

It's about 5:30-ish, when he's done. He brushes his teeth, with your toothpaste today, because his ran out. The taste reminds him of you, everything does.

When he's done with his teeth, getting dressed, putting in his contacts and messing with his hair, it's almost 6:10. He was supposed to wake you up at 6, but he knows you all too well, and his efforts would be wasted if he tried.

"Sweetpea," he whispers, shaking your shoulder gently, your tired groan hurting his heart just a little, "it's 6:10...gotta get up."

"Samu...10 more minutes..." you whine, just like every morning, making his small smile break out again, "...lay with me, please?" you plead, but it's not like you have to. Before you can even finish your question, he's already back in the warm bed for you, setting his phone alarm for 6:20.

His chest presses against your back, pulling you close as he presses soft kisses all over your face and neck, making your sleepy heart flutter while the fatigue overtakes you once more.

Osamu knows you won't wake up at 6:20, or 6:30 or even 6:45, but he doesn't care. Because this is how he spends his morning, wrapped up with you after already getting himself ready for the day, hitting snooze on that obnoxious alarm until he morally can't anymore, and he wouldn't trade it for the world.

#˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ love letters from leo #♡ : haikyuu #osamu x reader #osamu x gn!reader #osamu fluff #osamu drabble #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #hq x gn!reader #haikyuu drabble #hq drabble #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #i crave a domestic life with osamu #i need him.

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dira333 · 8 months

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Neon Kitchen - Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

From My Haikyuu Request Game - Requested by M.

It’s hideous. Absolutely atrocious. He feels his eyes melting at the sight of it.

But you’re grinning from one ear to the other, pulling him by the hand as you skip, yes, skip through the apartment.

“Look, it even has a little balcony.” You swoon and point at the little door leading out from the kitchen.

The kitchen, that is painted in a whirlwind of bright pink, eyewatering green, and neon, yes, neon yellow.

“What about the kitchen?” He asks when you walk the little balcony and measure with your eyes and your hands.

“It’s big enough for the table I currently have on my balcony.” You tell him excitedly. “And we could plant something during summer.”

“Did you see the kitchen?” He asks again, pulling you into his arms as you try to sidestep him on the way back into the apartment.

“I did.” You say. “It’s an open concept like you wanted.”

“It’s neon.” He emphasizes the words, fully aware that he’s sounding a bit whiney right now.

“Oh, baby.” You bring your hands to his face and hold it, squishing his cheeks a little in the process. “We can totally paint over that. But you have to agree that everything else is just like we wanted it.”

“It is.” He agrees, but it doesn’t come out as convinced as it should be and you lower your hands to get a better look.

“Baby?” You ask, your voice soft. “What are you thinking about?”

He wants to say that it’s nothing, wants to brush over it with the excitement he knows he should feel.

But over two years in a relationship have taught him at least this much: It’s better to speak his mind than stay silent.

“Are we really doing the right thing?” He asks, his grip on you tightening.

“I don’t know.” You offer with the honesty that pulled him to you in the first place. “But we spend most of our time at each other’s places, it makes sense to move in together, don’t you think.”

“Yeah, but what if you get annoyed by me? I have a strict cleaning regimen that I do every Sunday and-”

You kiss him, silence the worry with a quick peck on the lips.

“Breathe.” You tell him. “You’re in your head again. I know your cleaning regimen. Nothing about that will change. I cook, you clean. I buy the groceries, you do the laundry. We’ll just see each other every day without having to drive over first. Just think about that. Coming home and I’ll already be there.”

So he does.

He thinks about the times he’s come home to a cold and dark apartment, tired from training, mind agitated by the crowds on the subway and Miya’s teasing.

He thinks about how much time he loses cleaning up and having a quick dinner first before taking the train again to meet you at your place. Your work usually runs later than his and he hates the thought of you coming home to an equally cold and dark apartment.

“You won’t be here when I come home.” He reminds you softly, kissing your temple. “Your work still runs later than mine.”

“Sure, but I can basically walk home and you only need to take one train instead of two to get here. There’s a Combini down the road for almost everything we could need and I think Onigiri Miya is right around the corner.”

He laughs at that.

“I should have known that having your favorite restaurant close by was going to be your winning argument.”

“I can’t live without these Onigiri.” You whine, knowing it’s the one thing that will always make him laugh.

.

They celebrate moving in with Onigiri in the stupid Neon Kitchen. It looks less hideous with your belongings mixed in with his and when he sees your coffee cups next to his water bottles in the morning, he can even smile about the bright background of it all.

.

One month into living together you bring home color charts to pick from and a bottle of your favorite wine.

The color chart is quickly forgotten when you stumble across his yearbooks, giggling over his frowning face in every single picture and kissing the newest frown off his lips right after.

.

Six months into living together you unearth the color chart once again, hounding him with questions about his favorite colors and comparing different sets of whites.

“I don’t mind the color.” He admits when you’re sitting on his lap one evening, thumbing through the colors yet again.

You’re a warm weight that’s grounding him, curled into him like he was made to fit around you.

“Really? You said it hurt your eyes.”

“It makes you happy.”

You look up, surprise evident on your features and he smiles, shrugging as if he could care less about the blooming blush on his face.

“Your face lights up every time you step into the kitchen. It’s cute.”

Something blooms in your smile, something warm and sweet and comforting, that’s smoothing over the ripples of his insecurity like a breeze over open water.

He pulls you closer to kiss the top of your head and you giggle.

“What?” He asks, immediately fearing the worst.

“Does that mean I can paint the bedroom Karasuno-Orange? Hinata showed me some pictures for reference.”

“Absolutely not!”

#my writing #sakusa kiyoomi #Sakusa x reader #Haikyuu x reader #Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x you #haikyuu drabbles #hq x reader #msby #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa #haikyuu domestic

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maycat-19-142 · 2 months

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Kenma x video game streamer reader

A/n: happy birthday kenma yes I know this is months late but this was written on his birthday 🎂

⚠️: gender neutral reader marriage, relationship going public, let me know if I missed anything

Yall meet in high school

You were an exchange student and he had 6/7 classes with you

So yall were together a lot

So when you started to date it was not really a surprise

Most thought yall wouldn't last but here you are 10 years later

You worked as a programmer with a streaming job on the side for years

Till you hit 900k

You choose with rhe help of kenma to become a streamer full time

So now you both were steamers

And did any one know that you were engaged to kenma

No but was is kinda obvious

You both wore each other murch

Fans put it together after 2 things

1. You both started to ware wedding bands

2. You came in his office while he was streaming to give him food

Fans only saw your hand and heard your voice

Yet the found out

So QnA live

People asked so many questions

And yall answered most of them

So was it good to have your relationship revealed

I guess so yall were seane together more at cons

Have a good day and night 🌙

Pixie out 🧚‍♀️

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scarletevening · 10 months

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twister [ sakusa kiyoomi ]

its my bday so bday drabble hehehe

cw: foul language, some suggestive bits, implied fem!reader

“scratch my back,” sakusa groans, melting into the couch, lying on his stomach with his bulky legs on your lap,

“no, you can do it yourself,” you dramatically groaned back, too tired from work. he shot a glare over his shoulder, freshly washed hair sticking to his forehead in strands. you gave a sarcastic smile back to him, leaning over and running your fingers through his hair, causing him to soften,

“at least scratch my scalp,“ he pleaded, causing you to do anything but humor him as you pulled your hand away, to his disappointment. “c’mon, sweetheart, please,“ he whined,

“with your wrists you could probably do it by yourself.“ he groaned, a dramatic, exhausted, emotional, angry, exhale leaving his lips. you could feel your chest tighten as you silently laughed, opting to loudly inhale. another glare, with a smile you couldn’t see.

“I’m not a contortionist, now please scratch my fucking back” you can’t help it as you laugh, holding onto his calves as you laugh, his choking chuckle joining you

“when did you get so needy? and besides, not a contortionist my ass have you seen your wrists??” he scoffs,

“Yeah, my wrists dumbass, besides i’ve seen my wrists plenty when i fing--”, you slam a pillow on his head, laughter abruptly stopped by your jaw on the floor and the muted retaliations as kiyoomi reaches back to grasp at the pillow, bursting out into laughter as he sees your face, dumbfounded with your mouth wide open. he can feel his eyes burning as he shakes with amusement, his legs raising out of your lap as he turned his upper body to rest on one arm and look at you. Your face filled with an obnoxious grin, neck pulled taught at you pursed your lips together to not laugh, kiyoomi simply looking at you, the same expression on his face.

and when your eyes met, the two of you turned to kids, laughing and giggling like there wouldn’t be a noise complaint about your idiotic humor, hands slamming against the surface of the sofa, choking in unfunny humor as your stomachs began to hurt.

your eyes filled with tears as you escaped the weight of his legs to lie on top of him, still exasperated and laughing, kiyoomi using the pillow to defend himself as you nearly shouted when he opened his mouth again, grinning.

“i’ll shut up if you scratch my back.“

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he gives me such deep ‘i make dirty jokes with everyone and you can’t stop me’ vibes it actually insane [thats literally me] i just love the idea of domestic life its so cutie

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#bday post!!!#ik he'd call me sweetheart #hdfbklzhblsakdj #im obsessed #i love him #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #haikyuu sakusa #haikyuu!!#fluff #suggestive #domestic #hq kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa x reader #drabble #ramble

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natashawritesstuff · 2 years

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time-skip! oikawa x reader

“Fuckboys get married at twenty.”

“Hi… hi is also a way to start a conversation,” you say, and your best friend, Kumiko shrugs.

She’s had this theory for as long as you’ve known her. Good guys take their time in settling down in getting married because when they find the one, what’s the rush? Fuckboys, however, are different. Fuckboys are immune to love until they’re not. So when they find the one they know it’s real and at that point, why wait?

You think it’s bullshit. And also not a proper greeting as she sat across from you, rolling her eyes still yet to say hello.

“This is our last hangout, come on,” you say and she pouts.

“Why do you have to go all the way to Argentina?”

“I told you. I’m sick of saying I love Miyagi just cause I’ve never been anywhere else. I wanna go places, see the world.”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t forget about me.”

“I could never.”

“Or my theory.”

“Whatever,” you say, laughing brushing her notion off.

You move to Argentina the summer after you turn nineteen. You do a year studying abroad but kept an open mind in case you wanted to stay. The country is breathtaking. The food, the atmosphere, the culture, the people. Well, a person.

“You’re kidding?” you ask, bewildered.

“Yeah, I went to Aoba Johsai. I was a setter for the volleyball team, even made captain in my third year,” Oikawa Toru will tell you over a morning coffee, your first official date.

“That’s crazy! We lived in the same prefecture and didn’t meet until we’re both across the world.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, “I really wish I would have met you sooner,” he confesses, sending a longing look your way that makes your heart skip a beat.

“You probably say that to every pretty face that walks in here don’t you?”

“No, I don’t,” he says and with the way he pauses after the words come out, it was almost like he was just figuring that out himself.

You smile and as he watches your lips curve upwards, he smiles too. You shy away from his gaze, turning away but he places a finger under your chin to where your eyes meet once more. “You look beautiful.”

“T-thanks.”

“Anytime,” he promises and one thing about Oikawa is that he keeps his word.

He would call you beautiful nearly every day he would see you, and you saw the man every day. He became an addiction, something you always craved and never got enough of, and from the way he would hug you just a little bit longer before he’d go back to his place, he felt it too. The mornings he stayed over were long and lazy, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you further into his chest when you tried to get up a moment too soon. He places soft kisses on your collarbone when you sleep longer than he does and even after the alarms ring and are snoozed over five times, he won’t dare to let go first. Safe to say after not too long, you were in love.

Unfortunately for him because you were also going back home. The school year had come and gone all too quickly and just shy of your one-year anniversary; a milestone where he wanted to ask you to move in, he was helping you move away.

You hear a small sniffle as he tapes up the last box and you stop what you were doing, walking over to hug him. His larger frame envelops yours as he pulls you in an impossibly tight embrace and you feel him trying not to cry.

“I don’t wanna go.”

“Then stay,” he pleads, pulling away and you gaze up at his bloodshot eyes.

“I can’t-”

“You can.”

“My lease here just expired-”

“Move in with me,” he offers.

“School-”

“Transfer.”

“My friends-”

“We’ll go back and visit as much as you want. Just please, please don’t leave me.”

You sigh and take his hands in yours as you explain, “look, I love you. So much, but I can’t take this kind of chance on a boyfriend-”

“Will you marry me?”

“What?” you whisper, voice so quiet you barely heard it yourself.

“Marry me? I was gonna ask anyway, been thinking about it since our first date. I have a ring at my place, I’ll get you a better one eventually. And you’ll get the best seats for my games. And when I can’t wear my ring I’ll put it on a chain and you can wear it when I’m playing-”

“Toru,” you interrupt and he shakes his head with a wobbly smile.

“Y/N, marry me. Please.”

Kumiko’s theory was right. Fuckboys get married at twenty, but she left out one crucial piece of information. She never said anything about who actually marries them.

“I…yes.”

And that it’d be you.

10 years later pt 2

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classyinnie · 2 years

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Domestic lovers. Who can turn mundane chores into acts of love and care. Who would undoubtedly drop everything to sit down and do taxes with you. It makes no difference to them how tedious the chores are, whether it's doing the laundry or having a deep clean of the house. No matter how exhausting, they’ll always find a way to show that they will actively participate in your daily tasks. These things are considered to be meaningless to some people. But to them, it makes their heart feel utmost content.

Domestic lovers who would go, “There’s nothing so mundane about it if I get to do it with you.” Who would teach you how to enjoy and value your menial tasks because nothing’s better than having someone to navigate through the labeled “dull” parts of life.

—TANAKA, Osamu, Nishinoya, Sugawara, YAMAGUCHI <3, Hinata, KITA, Akaashi, Akiteru, Sakusa, Kenma

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iwaoiness · 30 days

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One day more, he hears the jingle of Oikawa's keys, the sound of the door opening and closing, his energetic voice reverberating from the genkan, his "I'm home, Hajime!" tinged with a love harvested over decades that he tries to camouflage behind his sing-songy tone.

And yet one day more, Iwaizumi smiles from his soul and replies with a "Welcome home, babe!"

Then comes his favorite moment, the one that fills him with the belief that love is tangible, taking the form of a tall, chestnut-haired man, smelling of grapefruit and deodorant. Oikawa rushes toward Iwaizumi, a grin stretching from ear to ear, eyes sparkling like the stars of the night, and embraces him, always from behind, wherever he may be—sometimes standing, sometimes seated in a chair, and sometimes on the floor in front of the couch, planning tomorrow's therapy sessions as he is now.

And when when Tooru's strong arms encircle his shoulders, when Tooru's sturdy torso presses against his back, when he feels the rhythm of his breath, his heartbeat, and his sigh of relief, when Tooru rubs his cheek against his like a cat and the curly locks tickle his eye, all the exhaustion of a day spent dealing with teenage athletes pushing their bodies to the limit and difficult patients, fades away completely.

Iwaizumi melts in Oikawa's hug, forgets the mundane and his mind becomes intoxicated with Tooru, Tooru, Tooru, Tooru and my Tooru.

Then, in a very soft, almost shy voice, without any singsong or mocking tone, Iwaizumi hears close to his ear "hi, missed you" which makes his heart feel light, the air smells sweet and he thinks "ah, I wanna be with him all my freacking life".

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oikawa missed iwachan and i also missed writing about these two

u can find me on my ao3 🌻

dont stop talking about palestine 🍉

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moonswolfie · 10 months

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Taste testers

Tendou x gn!reader

I'm finally back with this series!! Today's victim is Tendou (or more accurately you) but you'll see you'll see

Also I hate the new tumblr website UI why 😭 I loved the old one what is this

Timeskip spoilers watch out!!

"Baby, come to the kitchen!" you heard your husband calling you from downstairs as you were playing with Chihiro.

It was another one of those days that he spent almost entirely in the kitchen experimenting with new chocolate recipes. Sometimes he found himself a new bestseller, but most of the time you and your daughter just ate strange chocolate samples and nothing came of it.

You and Chihiro went downstairs, Chihiro almost falling down the stairs because she was so excited to try some chocolate.

"Tadaaa!" Tendou slid a tray of small chocolate samples towards you and Chihiro, smiling proudly and rather... mischeviously.

You helped Chihiro up on the chair, and her little hand immediately grabbed one of the chocolates, shoving it in her mouth. Both of you giggled at her eagerness.

"It'sh gooh!" Chihiro shouted, mouth full of chocolate. Tendou laughed, and said "What can I say, I've got a knack for making good chocolate."

"Not only is that factually untrue considering the amount of times I had to wash my mouth out after trying one of your weird chocolates, kids like anything sweet." you reached for one of the chocolates, smirking.

"Ouch, my heart's been shattered into a million pieces. You just don't understand my artistic expression." Tendou dramatically grabbed his chest, pretending to be hurt, but he still had a goofy smile on his face.

You put the chocolate in your mouth, and it tasted... normal. Strangely normal.

You shrugged it off, since there was usually one or two normal tasting chocolates among the selection every time he did this.

Chihiro was already on the third one, and she was praising each one of them, which you found a bit strange. By now she would usually be retching and telling Tendou one of them tastes gross.

So you followed behind her, tasting the second and third sample, and finding them to taste like good, regular chocolate.

Hmm, maybe he was actually more serious about expanding the menu of chocolates this time.

The fourth and fifth also tasted fine. Tendou smiled as he watched you two eating and praising his chocolate. But there was something... off about his smile.

You reached for the sixth and final sample and gave one to Chihiro, who devoured it immediately, smiled and said it tasted great. So you took the chocolate, putting it in your mouth and chewing, unsuspecting.

Immediately, your throat started to burn.

"Satori- What the-" you yelped. What the hell did he put in this chocolate?!

"What's wrong?" he asked with an innocent tone, but you knew better. "What did you- Put in this chocolate?!" you wheezed at the hot feeling in your throat.

He smiled mischeviously, pulling out a bottle of extra hot hot sauce. "Oh, just a bit of hot sauce. What do you think?"

"Hot sau-" you were in utter shock. So this is what he was planning all along. What a sly little devil. You ran to the fridge and started downing a carton of milk. Chihiro watched with a worried expression while Tendou cackled wildly.

Once the burning in your throat subsided a bit, you angirly looked to Tendou. "Satori, what the hell?!"

He laughed, wiping tears from his eyes.

"I'm sorry, it's just- I wanted to prank you a bit." he wheezed.

"You freaking- I'm so getting you back for this, you better watch your back from now on." you said poking his chest with your finger as a warning. You should have known he was planning something.

He just laughed in response.

"I hate you." you crossed your arms.

"I love ya too, darling." he smiled and pecked your cheek, and then the other.

"Hey, don't try and win my forgiveness with kisses. It won't work." you tried angling your head away, but he still somehow managed to land a kiss on your lips, making him giggle victoriously.

"Eww, dad! That's gross!" Chihiro yelled at the top of her lungs and ran upstairs to get away.

"Well, now we got the kitchen all to ourselves." Tendou looked at you, shrugging and smiling.

"So why don't you taste test something even sweeter than chocolate?"

#˗ˏˋ ★ ☁︎ 「Wolfie's works」 ☾ ★ ˎˊ˗#tendou x reader #haikyuu #haikyū!!#haikyu x reader #haikyu!!#x reader #fluff #haikyuu fluff #tendou x y/n #tendou x you #domestic #hq tendou #haikyuu!!

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n0tananimegirl · 11 months

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skts || Come away with me and I'll never stop loving you

Atsumu let out a deep sigh as the door clicked shut behind him. His eyes fall closed and he leaned against the wood, giving himself a moment to relax.

He was exhausted.

Today was supposed to be his day off. With no practice, sponsorship photo shoots, or matches, Atsumu expected to spend time with his boyfriend at home.

But Osamu needed his help at the shop. He had nearly all his staff call in for various reasons leaving only the owner to handle the lunch and dinner rushes. Of course, Atsumu would go when Samu called for him. He had a hard time saying no to his twin after all.

So instead of spending the day doing nothing with Omi, he had spent it taking orders, cleaning off tables, and forming rice balls.

He scrunched his nose knowing the scent of food clung to him unpleasantly. There was no way his Omi would come near him with a ten-foot pole in this state. He desperately needed a shower.

Toeing off his shoes without moving from his spot, Atsumu called out a tired, “I’m home.” in greeting.

“Atsu.”

He opened his eyes to see Omi standing in front of him, concern written on his face.

Atsumu smiled softly “Hey love.”

“Are you okay?” Kiyoomi questioned taking a step closer.

Atsumu held a hand up to stop him from getting too close but immediately regretted it seeing the hurt flash in those pretty, dark eyes. He winced slightly “Sorry Omi, I just reek of food right now, not pleasant. I’ll hug ya after I get a shower.”

Kiyoomi rolled his eyes and stepped forward anyway, pulling the blond into his arms. Atsumu immediately melted at the gesture “I don’t care what you smell like, well I do, but not right now.” He chuckled pressing a kiss into Atsu’s hair “I missed you.”

“I’m so fuckin tired Omi.” He bemoaned into his neck “I missed ya too by the way.”

Kiyoomi hummed and pressed another kiss to his temple “I know sweetheart but I have a surprise for you.”

Atsumu noticeably perks up “Ya do?”

“Mhmm. First, let’s shower okay? You do stink.” He grinned, pulling away from his boyfriend.

“Omiiiiii” The blond whined but allowed himself to be led further into their shared apartment. Immediately, he noticed the dim lights and the candles that littered the room.

“Omi?” He questioned peering up at his boyfriend. Kiyoomi ignored him and continued pulling him toward the bathroom. To his surprise, also lit with candles.

Once inside Kiyoomi brought him into deep kiss making his head spin. “I wanted to do something to help you relax, I know you worked hard with your brother and figured you’d be exhausted at the end of the day.” He said after pulling away from Atsumu’s lips. His thumb brushed across his cheek lovingly “Will you let me pamper you a bit baby?”

“Yeah.” Atsumu responded breathlessly “Ya can pamper me, Omi.”

The smell of lavender and eucalyptus filled the air as Kiyoomi slowly removed Atsumu’s clothes. He placed a kiss on each newly exposed part of his body. Lips trailed from his neck, over the top of his shoulders, and down his back. Atsumu sighed happily letting Kiyoomi continue his ministrations. Once fully undressed Kiyoomi turned on the shower, cranking it to a hotter temperature.

He gestured for Atsumu to enter first and followed behind him, crowding the setter and wrapping his arms around golden tan shoulders. The water rained on them soaking their hair and bodies.

Atsumu laid his head against Kiyoomi’s shoulder and shut his eyes, feeling the exhaustion from the day wash off him, while his lover trailed kisses up and down his neck. “Let me wash your hair, baby,” Kiyoomi murmured, mouth pressed onto his nape.

“Okay, Omi.” Atsumu leaned forward while Kiyoomi reached around him to grab his boyfriend’s purple shampoo that he insists on always using. Long fingers scrubbed the shampoo into platinum hair, Atsumu let out a groan as Kiyoomi’s nails scratched into his head.

He continued his massage for god knows how long, Atsumu was merely enjoying having Kiyoomi’s hands on him. “Time to rinse, beautiful.” Kiyoomi’s deep voice says into his ear. Atsumu pouted slightly but did as he was told and ducked his head under the water.

Kiyoomi repeated the action when it came time to condition Atsumu’s hair. While the blond was rinsing his hair off again, Kiyoomi began his hair routine, smiling softly as Atsumu watched him with wide golden eyes.

The curly-haired man spent the most time lathering Atsumu in lavender body wash. His hands were strong yet gentle against each curve and bump of his muscular body. Kiyoomi handled Atsumu not as the fit athlete he was but as something more fragile; something precious.

Although to Kiyoomi, Atsumu was something precious.

“You’re perfect, baby.” He whispered holding Atsumu closer to his body, loving how they molded perfectly together. As if they were meant to be.

They stayed under the water a little longer until Atsumu’s stomach began to growl. Kiyoomi snickered at his pink cheeks and helped him out of the shower. Atsumu was well-dried and dressed in black boxers and Kiyoomi’s Black Jackals hoodie (something he loved to steal often)

Kiyoomi ordered Atsumu to sit at their dining table while he retrieved their dinner “Ya cooked dinner, Omi?!” He asked incredulously. Usually, Atsumu would be the one to make dinner for them; Kiyoomi was usually hopeless in the kitchen.

"I did my best," Kiyoomi admitted, a blush high on his cheeks, "Osamu sent me a recipe with fatty tuna in it. I figured it would be something you'd want to eat when you got home."

“Omi.” He breathed out, touched that Kiyoomi made that kind of effort, even going as far as to make his favorite food. “I hope it’s okay.” A soft kiss was pressed to his forehead.

Atsumu lifted a hand to cupped Kiyoomi’s cheek, admiring porcelain skin and dark eyes “I’m sure it’s amazing Omi.”

Kiyoomi smiled and turned his head to kiss the palm cupping his cheek “Eat up baby.”

The couple enjoyed their meal together. Kiyoomi recounted his day and the chores he got done while Atsumu told stories of his time at the stop and how Osamu worked him like a pack mule. Through his boyfriend's grumbling, Kiyoomi could see how happy Atsumu was to spend time with his twin, even if it meant having to work on his day off.

At the end of dinner, both men entered the kitchen to put their dishes in the sink. Before Atsumu could begin washing them, Kiyoomi was pulling him into his arms and swaying them gently.

“Omi?” Atsumu’s startled laugh made a smile grow on Kiyoomi’s face “What about the di-“

“Don’t worry about it Atsu.” His boyfriend murmurs, tightening his grip around his waist.

“But-“

“I’ll take care of it later baby, let me dance with the love of my life okay?” Kiyoomi expressed, bringing a hand up to cup his face, staring at Atsumu as if he was the most beautiful thing in the world.

“Okay, okay. Sorry.” Atsumu relented, finally relaxing in his arms.

They continued to sway to an unknown rhythm until he felt Kiyoomi shift and suddenly the soft sound of music began to play. The blond smiled into his boyfriend’s chest hearing the song choice. They danced together in their kitchen as each song played after another.

“Thank ya for this Omi,” Atsumu spoke lowly. keeping his head resting on Kiyoomi, a happy smile stretched across his face.

“Of course Atsu. You deserve this and more. I’m just glad I get to be the one who gets to spoil you like this.” Kiyoomi pulled back to brush Atsumu’s hair away from his face before leaning in to kiss him softly “I love you, baby. I’d do anything for you, on your best days and your worst.”

Atsumu felt tears well in his eyes at the confession. No matter how many years they’ve spent together hearing his Omi tell him how much he loved him never failed to make him emotional.

“I love ya too Omi, more than anything in the world.”

#sakuatsu #sakusa x atsumu #skts #haikyuu #Domestic #fluff #hq fluff

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polafairy · 2 years

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SAKUATSU (and other rarepair ships) FIC MASTERLIST!

saw someone do this and i just had to give my 2 cents because i have way too much love for these! some of these recs are no stranger to sexual intimacy for a heads up! One thing guaranteed is that all of these are completed, and HEA despite the angst that may come through :)

SAKUATSU

1. smoke and mirrors

ohmygod. i read this in the plane to new york and MY was i seated reading this whole thing. this sneaky little fic gave me all the domesticity & fluff my heart couldn't handle but alas, as most fake relationship aus do, it also fucking broke me BUT picked the pieces back up very nicely. 10/10.

(msby jackals, r-rated, CUTE)

2. the affective presence of our black and white reruns

lord have merthy. literally pining at its best!! they are both idiots and bad at feelings but good at.. very good at /it/. also you should keep in mind that this fic is inspired by paramore's all i wanted was you and let me tell you nothing bad ever comes out of being inspired by paramore. ever. skts from u-18 camp up until msby jackals.

3. bound

AHHHHH. LITERALLY the crème de la crème of slow burn. Actors au? Check. Killer banter? Check. Gratifying cast of characters? CHECK. ao3 user internetpistol is VITAL to the sakuatsu fanfiction circle, all her works are must-reads! very r-rated. as in this is equal amounts porn and feelings.

4. hand study

THIS IS CRACK. If you need to believe in love again this is literally all you need. It also breaks you for extra measure on the realness. This is also Atsumu with hand fetish reserved only for Kiyoomi but accidently injures it during practice so now he decides to take care of Kiyoomi in his apartment where they do sexy domestic couple shit and slowly fall in love and fuck it up but resolve it again. The perfect ingredients list as u can tell.

(MSBY jackals, fluff, r-rated)

5. play among the stars

I usually take a hard pass on sci-fi material BUT HELLO??? SEXY BODYGUARD KIYOOMI AND SEXY CRIMINAL ATSUMU STUCK ON THE MOON FOR 2 MONTHS?? What insane person would pass on that. Also very easy to pick up on despite its content surrounding on space. r-rated.

6. again, until it's perfect

this is utter perfection. I have so much love for skts stupidity and top tier banter and this is just all of that but also gives satisfaction to the heart.

(easy one-sitting read, msby teammates skts, fluff)

7. three sheets to the wind

this is literature. like miss ao3 user fairycake can write romeo and juliet but shakespear will never be able to write three sheets to the wind by ao3 user fairycake. lil bit r-rated

(pirate au, heaven sent, witty as hell, impressive humor)

RAREPAIRS

1. persephone by batman

kageyama/tsukishima. arranged marriage. strangers to lovers. lyrical writing it almost ALMOST puts t swift to shame. feelings dripped in gold.

2. venus planet of love by fatal

kageyama/kunimi. again with the lyrical writing this is literally the integration of love and poetry.

3. hunger by iphido

akaashi/osamu. even more beautiful writing. 2 souls trying to pick up the pieces of their hearts together i love them.

4. questionnaire by iphido

kageyama/oikawa. poetry through an interview and it's very short but just very sweet.

5. the contest between by batman

akaashi/osamu. this fic has my soul in shambles. it has so much care, research, and love for food and feelings. the chef miya osamu (side dilf) agenda is also just excellently done. yearning seeps through every word and i just love this so much please give it a chance.

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wttcsms · 2 months

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saying let's get married;

domestic and sweet moments during the first year of newly-wed life (f!reader) <3

KUROO — "my wife" this and "my wife" that to the point where all his friends and coworkers are groaning and saying we get it, man! you're married now! his dorky nonfiction books taking up all the space on the nightstand. helping him tame his bed hair when he wakes up and is trying to get ready for work. created a powerpoint presentation where he told you he was going to give you the most epic promotion of a lifetime (the powerpoint was themed to mimic an HR presentation describing new employee benefits and perks, along with what the new position would consist of; the final slide asked "do you accept the position of being tetsurou kuroo's wife? limited time bonus offer includes a diamond ring!")

OSAMU — doesn't know how to fold your clothes properly (it's not weaponized incompetence, he just doesn't understand why your tops have these many strings and components to them). tries out all his new recipes with you as his taste-testing guinea pigs. during your wedding reception, atsumu asked you who was cuter: him or osamu. on your off days from your job, you go to onigiri miya and help him close down the shop. blowing bubbles at him from the soap that foams up when you're washing the dishes. him knowing where you're most ticklish and using it against you every time he asks you for a minor favor.

BOKUTO — asks you about kid names before he even pops the question. wants you to quiz him on your family tree because he so badly wants to impress them when he's meeting them (he then asks for a quiz on your extended family once the wedding date is scheduled). gets excited when he sees those corny tiktoks that claim "these initials are soulmates" and he sees yours and his initials paired together; he'll send you those tiktoks and go "babe, look!!! i told u we were meant to be!!" brings you up any time he can, whether it's in regular conversation with friends, small talk with a cashier, a meet n greet with a fan, or a post-game interview. loves to do push-ups with you on his back.

OIKAWA — makes a vision board at the beginning of the year, except the main image is a horribly photoshopped picture of your head pasted on some stock photo of a bride. he was showing you something on his phone, and the notification from his jeweler announcing that your engagement ring was ready for pick up popped up and he nearly dropped his phone while trying to hurriedly swipe away the notification whilst shielding his screen from you. gets all pouty and wants to be the little spoon; will also start asking you "baaaabe, would you still love me if i was a worm?" saw you in the stands booing his opposing team, and whistled, exclaiming "that's my girl!" panics when he sees strands of his hair on the bathroom floor; proceeds to ask you if you'll still be with him even if he becomes bald. then asks if you'll pay for his hair transplant (as a joke; you never use your card when you're with him).

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #fluff #domestic fluff #domesticity being one of the purest forms of intimacy #tetsurou kuroo x reader #osamu miya x reader #koutarou bokuto x reader #bokuto x reader #tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa x reader #kuroo x reader #osamu x reader #hq headcanons #haikyuu headcanons

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maddieg0531 · 1 year

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Our Little Secret - Epilogue

Oikawa x fem!reader

Pure fluuuuff

Synopsis: Really just satisfying myself. Oikawa and Y/N just living their lives as a family 🥰

A/N: This is totally just for my own satisfaction and anyone who craves a glimpse of the life after happily ever after

Masterlist Main Story - pt.1

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—7 years later—

“Stop running around! You are going to mess up your clothes!”

“Having trouble with the little ones?” You feel your husband wrap his arms around you from behind.

You instinctively lean into his touch, “They do take after their father.”

“Papa! Papa!” Your daughter runs over to hide behind Oikawa’s leg. “Brother is trying to mess up my dress.” Her brown puppy dog eyes look at Oikawa for pity.

“Oh is he now? We can’t let that happen.” Oikawa says, ruffling her long brown hair. He lifts your daughter up onto his shoulders, “Lets see if he can reach you way up here.”

“Mama! I wanna sit on daddy’s shoulders too.” Your son tugs on the bottom of your dress. He looks just like his father with his little pouty face.

You laugh picking him up, “Well, I’m not as strong as your father, but I can hold you instead.”

“Yay!” Your son throws his little arms up in the air. You smile at how adorable he looks in his tiny suit.

Oikawa leans over to press a kiss on the top of his head, “I love you all so much.”

“I love you too.” You press a short kiss on his lips, causing your children to turn up their nose at you.

“Excuse me, but it is time to go.” Iwaizumi stands in the doorway, ready to escort you to the ballroom.

“Uncle Iwa! Look how tall I am!” Your daughter smiles proudly down at Iwaizumi.

“I can see that.” Iwa smiles back up at her. He is always so nice with your kids.

“Papa’s the best!”

“Hmm I beg to differ.”

“Iwa, don’t say stuff like that in front of my children.” Oikawa turns back into a shy little prince every time he is with Iwaizumi.

“Don’t worry love, I think you’re great.” You hook your arm around his waist, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Thank you, love.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head, once against, disgusting your children.

“Mama, can we go now?” Your son looks up at you with tired eyes.

“Shall we?” Oikawa brings your daughter down from his shoulders to rest on his hip.

You hook your empty arm with his, “We shall.”

With that, your family walks through the large ballroom doors to reveal all of your citizens waiting for you.

Iwaizumi announces over the crowd, “Please welcome, the royal family! King Tooru Oikawa and his queen Y/N Oikawa, along with their children, Yue and Hiroshi.”

The room echos with cheers and claps from your loyal subjects. You smile proudly as you descend into the ballroom with your wonderful children and the love of your life.

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owlyflufff · 2 years

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Koutarou can hold the entire world in his arms.

Though, not because he’s well known on national television. Not for the hundreds of cheers or praises he receives on a daily. Not because hundreds upon thousands of people send Bokuto Beams at him along a stadium. Not through the way his presence is blantantly open and well known by all.

No, he is capable of carrying the whole world in his arms because he has Keiji.

Wrapped in his arms is the one he holds dearest, his own husband. Whenever his partner would allow it, he would scoop him up at least 5 times a day, pull Keiji close and pepper kisses all over his face wherever he could reach.

Contrary to the boisterous, loud and eccentric person he’s been for years on end, where there are no noises all around, where there is an absence of fanfare, where there is only the calm silence, where there is only soft moments slipped in between:

Where there is Keiji, Koutarou truly feels like he can carry the whole world in his arms.

#<33 #Sometimes I think of how domestic timeskip Bokuaka is and then I sob #they're so genuinely endearing #have you seen their timeskip panels? they're so husbands #Bokuaka #Bokuaka fluff #Bokuto #Akaashi #Bokuto Koutarou #Akaashi Keiji #Haikyu!#Haikyuu!!#Haikyu #Haikyuu #Haikyu!!#HQ #Elina's soft scribbles

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lemontsumu · 1 year

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It was a consensus they had set early on.

A simple gesture to shut one up when he rambled more than necessary—a smooch on the lips to beckon him to halt, to take a moment, and to breathe. Contrary to popular belief, Hajime loved listening to his beloved chatter about the most trivial things, so he didn’t use the cue often.

Not when Tooru profoundly criticized Kageyama’s serves in the Brazil Olympics and blatantly denied watching the game more than once (a lie), nor when he mindlessly veered from one misadventure to another with Sebastian and Mira (god knows who they were) in half Japanese and half Spanish, sprinkles of English slang. No, Hajime indulgently paid attention to every word, every roll of tongue, and every prolonged consonant from Tooru’s mouth—smiling ever so fondly when it inevitably puckers to a pout.

The only times Iwaizumi did shush him was when Tooru began to overthink and doubt himself, unwittingly spiralling to needless negativity. Then, Hajime utilized his wildcard, and Tooru would instantly catch up with a hushed, “Hai, hai. I was rambling, wasn’t I? Lo siento, mi amor.”

Hajime would pull him in for another kiss, less rushed and just as tender as the first, until Tooru melted in his arms, basking in his safe warmth.

In some instances, Hajime took Tooru aback, calloused fingers outlining his firm sides and settling on the nub between his nape and his spine; craning Tooru’s face to meet his own and whispering a small, “Hi.”

First, a soft peck on the corner of his mouth, then a gentle nip on his lower lip that made Tooru gasp, easily coaxing Hajime’s tongue in. They’ve been together most of their lives—apart for a while—but intimate moments like these will always feel new yet familiar, special. All at once.

“I wasn’t even talking?” Tooru raised a questioning brow when they parted for a while.

“Hmm? Can’t I kiss mi esposo just because I felt like it?” Hajime asked back as he rubbed circles on Tooru’s slightly puffed cheeks, a tinge of pink on the tip of his ears.

Then, suddenly, another couple entered the room like they owned the space, carefree and giggling; completely unashamed. “Ew,” Kiyoomi teased as he trudged towards the water dispenser in the corner of the kitchen.

“Eeeww,” parroted Atsumu, dramatic as ever, of course. As if Kiyoomi wasn’t giving him a piggyback while he filled his highlighter-hued hydro flask.

“Now can I kick them out of our house?” Tooru rolled his eyes and turned to his husband, lacing their fingers entwined.

Hajime chortled hoarsely and reeled him in one swift motion, not in the least unfazed by the intruders. “Don’t bother, cariño. Just let the children watch.”

And he leaned in to smooch Tooru more fervently, leaving the younger pair in the background wallowing in sweet envy.

#hq drabbles #haikyuu!!#iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #iwaoi #sakuatsu #established relationship #domestic fluff

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natashawritesstuff · 2 years

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“Dad?” Keina, your youngest daughter yells from the living room.

“Yes?” Ushijima responds, in a normal volume as he was a mere few meters away from her.

“Oh, I didn't know you were there.”

“I highly doubt that,” he mutters.

“Anyways, why did Bokuto-san call asking if we did our interview yet? What’s he talking about?”

He pauses for a few seconds before cursing under his breath. “They’re interviewing the Olympic teams from the winning years. Something about what it takes to be an athlete, the ups and downs of the commitment, they wanted the families to be interviewed too.”

“Why didn’t I know?”

“Because I never planned on doing it, I already replied I wasn’t interested.”

“Dad?” Airi, the oldest, says as she’s looking out the window. “There’s a camera crew on our lawn.”

Keina slowly turns back to her father with curious eyes, “Dad, are you sure you replied no?”

“Not so much, no.”

***

“I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Wakatoshi, we’re the Ushijima’s.”

“Thank you so much for giving this interview,” Sato, the cameraman, says.

“Yeah, of course,” you say excitedly and turn to your husband waiting for his enthusiasm but getting a deadpan face in return.

“What?”

“Smile.”

“No.”

“Please, the cameras.”

“Why would I care about the camera’s?”

“Guys we’re actually still rolling.”

“I’m talking to my wife,” Ushijima tells him and then returns his attention back to you and you sigh.

“I’m Airi, I’m sixteen.”

“I’m Keina, I’m fifteen.”

“What was it like growing up with an Olympic volleyball player as a dad?”

“Umm…” Keina hums and turns to her sister for an answer.

“He was never really strict with us about playing volleyball,” Airi says.

“It was always just kind of written in the stars,” Keina chimes in.

“Right,” Airi agrees, “that being said he taught us how to pass before we learned how to read.”

The cameraman laughs and the girls don’t.

“She’s serious,” Keina confirms.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” they say in unison.

“Uh….moving on.”

“Ushijima-san, did you find it hard raising kids while balancing your career?”

“Yes, mostly because I wasn’t good at it.”

“What advice would you give younger players trying to balance?”

“Don’t balance. Just pick your family.”

“Sir, if you could just give me something,” he pleads.

“I’m giving you the interview.”

“Are you two friends with the other legacy kids?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

The two answer simultaneously and Airi scoffs, saying, “she is not me.”

“Kyoudo, he’s Bokuto-san's son, I love him. We used to practice together when we were younger. He’s such a little crybaby though-”

“Keina,” Ushijima says from behind the camera.

“No she’s right, literally he used to whine every time Keina beat him. Which was often. I mean I would be crying too, he’s two years older than her.”

“Airi,” you hiss.

“What?”

“Um, what about other players' kids? Are you friends?”

“I mean Iwaizumi-san’s daughter, Emiko loves me….she’s also like one and I babysit her, so that doesn’t really count,” Keina realizes, voice trailing off.

“Yeah all of dad’s teammates waited until they were like thirty, and we were both accidents so,” Airi explains.

“Oh my god,” you whisper.

“The only one who has a kid not under the age of ten besides Bokuto-san is Atsumu-san.” Keina says, “And that Miya is just….”

“A dick.”

“What positions do you play?”

“I’m a setter,” Airi answers.

“I play opposite.”

“How did growing up together mold you as players?”

“I think it made us well-rounded. Right?”

“Yeah,” Keina agrees.

“I mean not only were we raised by one of the greatest players, but we also had access to each other and always pushed the other to grow.”

“Mhm.”

“And no matter if we win or lose, I always knew my little sister was on my team. At least back then,” Airi confesses, voice nearly cracking.

“...yeah,” Keina agrees, eyes almost watering.

“Speaking of teams, you two actually play for different one’s right? Keina’s playing for the team that beat yours in the tournament last year?” Sato asks.

The girls share a look before Airi asks, “sir, have you ever played volleyball?”

“No-”

“I thought so,” she says with a smile.

“I’m….I’m gonna cut.”

“Yeah, you do that.”

“How long have you been together?” Sato tiredly asks.

“Since we were seventeen,” Ushijima answers quickly.

“Yeah, that.”

“When did you get married?”

“Twenty-four,” he answers again.

“Where’d you meet?”

“In high school. I quite literally ran into him.”

“And then we had a project together,” he remembers.

“And the rest is history,” you say, lovingly looking into his eyes and a small smile grazes his face.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you.”

Sato clears his throat and you embarrassed, turn back to the camera.

“We’re not going to lie and say it’s not hard, because it is, extremely, but…”

“It’s worth it,” Ushijima says, still looking into your eyes.

He cuts the camera and you and your husband each stand up to say your goodbyes.

“It was a pleasure to meet you and your family.”

“You as well,” you say with a smile.

“And your daughters are….” he begins to say as his eyes drift off to see Airi staring daggers at him from across the room and Keina trying to get her to stop but proving to be unsuccessful. “They’re..”

“You don’t need to finish that,” you tell him.

“Anyways I just want to thank you all for your time.”

Ushijima asks bluntly, “you’re not using the interview, are you?”

“Absolutely not.”

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