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lowkeyremi · 2 months

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Kiyoomi Sakusa who is an absolute emotional drunk. He didn't want to go to dinner tonight but his manager already put him on the reservation list for the celebratory dinner. Of course you accompanied him as his plus one, but boy did he get drunk only after a few drinks.

He was less willing to answer questions and scowling way more than usual too. "Hey Omi! Those were some nice serves earlier!!" Hinata praises and Kiyoomi doesn't say anything, he just glares at his teammate. Did I mention he's clinging onto you like a sloth? His arms are wrapped around you and his face is buried in your neck. He wants to go home.

"Sorry about him Hinata, I think he's ready to go home..." Hinata nods enthusiastically as you say Kiyoomi's goodbyes for him and haul him out of the restaurant to his car. He suddenly out of no where grumbles, "I don't like the way that waiter was looking at you."

"'yoomi what are you talking about? He wasn't even looking at me." He reluctantly gets into the passenger seat. He's acting like a toddler the way a pout braces his face and he has his arms crossed.

"Yuh huh. He was eyeing you like I wasn't right there. I had to stop myself from punching that bastard." This overly emotional state of his has you giggling to yourself because you know if you were to giggle too loud he would think you were making fun of him.

"Well, it's alright now, he's not looking at me anymore." You assure him. You close his car door and run over to the driver side to make sure you two make it back to the apartment safely.

"I'm the only one who can look at you." He concludes from this whole ordeal. "That's not fair to anyone but you, Kiyo." He sighs dramatically and you think he's been spending a little too much time with a specific blond that he claims to hate.

"I don't care if it's fair. You're mine." No more words are spoken of him so you look over to check on him. Only to find his head pressed up against the window with his eyelids closed. His breaths are even and he sleeps peacefully. You cherish how cute he looks because you know as soon as he wakes he's going to be complaining about how his hair is flattened on the side that was pressed up against the window.

#he's so cute i love him #i just know if you tell him that he's starting to act like tsumu he'll go batshit crazy #nothing beats emotional drunk people #they're so cute #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa haikyuu #sakusa fluff #haikyu x reader #kiyoomi x reader #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa drabble #haikyuu drabbles

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loveephia · 1 year

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:¨ ·.· ¨: suna rintarō's valentine special.

`· . ꔫ sypnosis: in which suna absolutely despises valentines and has always thrown away every given box of chocolates, even the one his crush sent him.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, minor hurt with comfort, reader is apart of the botany club, atsumu and osamu make an appearance, atsumu is a chatterbox, osamu is trustworthy, plot twist.

⚠ warning/s: none.

my HQ masterlist. (valentine's edition)

"oh wow." was all you were able to mutter from the inevitable; the mountain of boxed chocolates on suna's desk.

sure, he wasn't as popular as the miyas, but he was definitely captivating.

the latter himself hasn't arrived yet, even though you normally walked to school with him. you told suna that you had to come by earlier than usual because of club duties. a lie, but a white one.

you wanted to place your own valentines gift on his desk so that when he receives it, you won't have to see the dissapointed reaction he'll get. even though it was quite early, there seemed to be a few girls that beat you to it.

knowing suna, there was a high chance that he'd throw these all away. you knew that very well.

yet a small voice in the back of your head said otherwise.

you quietly placed the box on his desk, and behind you was the door sliding open. you turned around and saw atsumu and osamu, two of suna's classmates and teammates.

osamu looks over at your stiff hands and awkward position, having just placed your box of chocolates on suna's desk. osamu chooses to metaphorically zip his mouth shut as to signify the fact that he won't tell suna a word.

you sigh in relief and nod at him, leaving the classroom to go to your own.

osamu turned to atsumu, who eyed between osamu's desk and his own vigorously. there was an obvious favorite in the different heights of the boxed sweets. let's just say that atsumu was displeased.

"why do ya have more than me? we have the same face!" atsumu scowled.

osamu shrugged, "unfortunately, not the same personality." he made his way over to his desk, ready to greedily snack on all of the well-deserved chocolates he received.

time skip.

time flies by, and with every aching second, you dread the walk home with suna. the valentine's day events in inarizaki helped keep your mind off of it, especially the part where you sold a few flowers grown by your botany club. a few students have gone home, satisfied or heartbroken, with today's results.

all of your guts gone, now hoping that suna did, in fact, throw the boxes of chocolate away like you originally thought he would.

you see him approaching the front of the inarizaki gate, and you wave, trying to act as normal as possible. suna waves back with the same bored expression on his face.

"yes, let's pretend i don't have a massive crush on you or anything."

"so, how'd your valentine's go?" you ask him playfully even though you know he's probably just going to complain. suna scoffs, "don't even get me started."

no boxes of chocolate in sight, meaning he must've thrown them all away. this was just what you had hoped for,

yet your heart still seemed to ache.

"on the way down the stairs, i saw atsumu getting confessed to." suna recalled.

"and?" you asked.

"he made the girl cry."

you roll your eyes, "classic 'tsumu. being shockingly inconsiderate as always." you said. atsumu was a smart player on the court, but off it, he could be a real idiot.

suna hummed in agreement, "let's get going. all the love in the air is making me restless." he said with sarcasm clear in his tone. you giggled, nodding.

there was a tranquil silence between you two, only shoes padding against the cement of the sidewalk was heard. you walking alongside one another merely as friends and nothing more.

you didn't want that.

you see your house in the distance and decide that it was time to confess. if he rejects you, you can dash home, shut the door, and deal with him tomorrow. it's not the best plan, but it's doable. "suna.. i really like you." your voice quiet, getting ready to run.

suna looks at you to see your cute face glowing red. he chuckles lowly, "i know."

you whip your head at him, stopping in your tracks. "really?! wh— but how?" you query.

flashback.

"hey, sunarin." osamu greeted the boy, who only nodded and made his way toward his desk.

"this is fer you." atsumu gave suna a box— correction, your box of chocolates. suna raises a brow, "are you making me your garbage man for the day?" he deadpans. it's too early in the morning for atsumu and his antics.

atsumu chokes out a laugh, "no, ya idiot! that's from y/n. she placed it on yer desk this morning, but i pulled it aside so that it doesn't drown in yer sea of valentine's." he explained, enjoying the way he (actually, you) broke through suna's deadpan nature; his eyes widened slightly, and the corner of his cheeks were tinted a nice shade of red.

osamu's jaw slacks, and it's now wide open from atsumu's exposure. atsumu turns to his twin and shrugs, "i never zipped my mouth shut with ya, y'know?"

osamu cringes, "this's exactly why i got more valentine's than yer nosy ass."

"excuse me, how dare you, sir!"

suna takes the box from atsumu and examines it. it was a pink, heart-shaped box with a cute red ribbon tied on one curve. it's not store-bought, suna knows. he doesn't see a brand name, and it has your scent on it. you spent your time actually making it. and it looks to suna that you made it with care since it's in such pristine condition. why would you send him an undeserving valentine when you knew suna himself hated the holiday? "this is from y/n?" he asked atsumu.

atsumu groans at suna's mild disbelief, "yes! it's not like i can give you a damn picture of her puttin' it on yer desk. tell him, 'samu!" he turned to his twin as his last resort to convince their middle blocker.

"as much as i don't wanna meddle in yer personal affairs, 'tsumu is right." osamu confirmed as atsumu looks back at suna with an "i-told-you" expression.

flashback ends.

you stood there idly, trying to process the bizarre story suna just told. "but then again.. this is all because of atsumu here. it sounds like something he'd do." you thought to yourself.

you don't believe him until suna cuts you off, pulling out the familiar box of chocolates from his bag. "i ate a few already. they were delicious." suna opened the box to showcase the fact that he did indeed eat a few. he took one more and popped it into his mouth.

"wait.. if you knew those chocolates were from me, then why didn't you say anything?!" you exclaimed in an irritated tone.

suna poked your red-tinted cheek, "i wanted to hear it straight from you." you felt your face getting warmer and warmer as suna pulled you close. you hid yourself in his chest, feeling quite bashful.

"and yes, i like you too." suna finally admits, "i'll keep any valentine's gift you give me, y/n."

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osamusbigtits · 2 years

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rintarou has shitty parents. they're distant, rarely showing affection, barely noticing his presence most of the time. he's a ghost in his own house. sitting at a table for dinner where the only person who looks at him is his younger sister.

and it hurts, obviously. but if getting a sports scholarship to go to a really good school isn't enough to gain praise from his parents, rintarou doesn't know what is. he's tried and failed each time. the most he gets is a pat on the head if he's lucky. and his luck seems to be running thin.

and everyone in the club notices. rintarou's performance at his one solace has been dwindling. he's sure he'll get kicked off the team and what happens after that? who knows.

another botched serve and rintarou wants to scream. he wants to cry and break down and yell at everyone and everything. instead he stands, feet rooted to the ground as everything seems to go fuzzy. a slap to his back snaps him out of it.

"you'll get the next one. it's just practice, rin," osamu says softly. he isn't looking at rintarou, probably looking at atsumu. "tsumu and I are gonna stay late if you want to practice some more." osamu looks over at rintarou.

rintarou nods and shakes out his hands. the next one, rintarou thinks, just get the next one.

he's surprised atsumu hasn't yelled at him yet, but he's sure osamu has something to do with that.

even after the team leaves, rintarou can't get into a groove. nothing he does is working, his hand just won't connect with the ball.

atsumu sets and rintarou misses again. rintarou's feet hit the ground and then he's on his knees, rubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes.

the twins are at his side in an instant. they must think he's injured but nothing they're saying really sticks with him. in one ear and out the other.

"fuck," rintarou curses loudly.

a pair of hands shake him and then they're not. another pair of hands pulls rintarou's hands away from his face and osamu's voice cuts through to rintarou. "what's wrong, rin?"

"I-I can't play volleyball," rintarou stutters. is he about to start crying? fuck, this is so embarrassing. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

osamu's hands take rintarou's face and their eyes meet. "you can play volleyball. I've seen it, tsumu's seen it, the whole team has seen it. you're just having a bad day-"

"it's not just today!" rintarou shouts. he's angry. not at osamu, but osamu is his target. rintarou needs to get everything out, to get all these emotions and all this anger out of him. he can't fucking handle it anymore. "it's been happening for a while and I know you see it. I know atsumu and everyone else sees it. I can't fucking play volleyball, the one thing I'm supposed to be able to do."

osamu doesn't flinch. he barely even blinks. rintaoru doesn't know if that makes him even more mad or just sad. he shouldn't be yelling at osamu, he doesn't deserve it.

"mama says you can come over for dinner," atsumu says. it's firm, but more laidback than how atsumu usually is.

osamu stands up and pulls rintarou up. "let's go shower," he says and rintarou nods.

once they clean up the gym and take their showers, they're walking outside toward the miya household. the twins are talking to each other, bickering as usual. but rintarou isn't really paying attention. it's strange. rintaoru just yelled at osamu, blew up at him for seemingly no reason, and yet the twins are acting like it didn't happen. they're inviting him over to their house.

once they get into the house, they all take off their shoes, rintaoru hesitates. atsumu takes no notice, rushing into the house to greet his mom. osamu stays back, though and glances at rintarou.

"I'm sorry," rintaoru says. "i shouldn't have-"

"it's fine. tell me what's going on in your head later and I'll forgive you, yeah?"

"are you-"

"rintarou, osamu! what's taking you two so long?" the twin's mom calls.

"coming, mama!" osamu replies and grabs rintarou's arm to pull him into the kitchen.

"oh, rintarou!" rintarou's pulled into a tight hug the second they enter. rintarou easily hugs back, subtly pulling the twins' mom closer. he didn't realize how badly he needed a hug. "sweetie, what's wrong?" she asks, pulling away slightly.

"just stressed," rintaoru mumbles.

"poor thing. eat some food, it might make you feel better."

rintaoru smiles. the first smile of his day.

dinner at the miya house is the same as usual. the only time the twins are quiet is when they're stuffing their mouth and even then they manage to argue with each other. it's endearing, rintarou thinks. every dumb argument they have manages to make rintaoru smile. the twins' mom encourages rintaoru to eat more. she asks if rintaoru is staying the night and he nods.

it's not like his parents would notice his absence anyway. they haven't anytime he's stayed over at someone else's house without notice.

he ends up in the twins' bedroom with osamu- atsumu is helping their mom clean up after dinner. rintaoru sits in osamu's bed. he always does. osamu sits across from him on a desk chair. he's typing something out on his phone. probably answering a text from kita. kita always checks in when any of the club members stay late.

"osamu," rintarou says quietly, hoping it will go unnoticed. but it catches osamu's attention and he quickly looks up.

"you gonna tell me what's going on?" osamu asks.

"you're not going to let that go, huh?" rintaoru sighs.

"i've never seen volleyball frustrate you before. no, i'm not gonna let it go."

rintarou looks down at his lap. he knows osamu wants to help, but rintarou doesn't want him to worry. and he doesn't want pity. because it's a situation no kid should go through, yet here rintaoru is. and while osamu only has one parent in his life, that one parents gives atsumu and osamu more love than rintaoru has ever received from his two parents.

"have you ever questioned your mom's love for you?" rintaoru asks.

"mama's? no. never."

rintarou knew that would be the answer. "I don't think my parents have ever loved me. and if they have, they're terrible at showing it." osamu moves and sits next to rintarou. "i guess it's really been eating at me recently and I just feel like shit all the time. and now it's effecting everything I do and volleyball was supposed to be an escape. but now i'm shitty and i'll probably get kicked off the team-"

"you're not gonna get kicked off," osamu interrupts. "don't start with that." osamu rests his head on rintarou's shoulder. "you'll get back into the groove, it'll be fine. and I know it's not the same as your own parents, but mama loves you. she asks about you all the time and wants to know how you're doing. she doesn't even ask about aran as much as she asks about you."

rintarou sighs. "I need a hug."

osamu easily pulls rintaoru into a hug. rintarou buries his face into osamu's shoulder and grips his shirt."it's okay, rin," osamu whispers and lays his head on rintarou's.

the door opens and shuts. "you're not crying, are you?" atsumu asks.

rintarou scoffs. "no."

"oh, thank god." atsumu sits next to rintarou and leans against his back. "mama wants to know if you're okay."

"i've been better. but I'll be fine."

"you better be fine. you know how much it sucks knowing that one of my spikers can't fucking spike. it's frustrating, sunarin," atsumu says.

"tsumu," osamu warns.

"maybe my setter should get better," rintarou replies.

"you're an asshole. i take back all of my worry for you."

#um idk how many words this is and also ignore every typo because im not rereading #also this is so much longer than i planned #also it took longer than i thought to write it #hq #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#miya osamu #suna rintarō #suna rintarou #miya atsumu

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frogtanii · 3 years

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hi! noah anon here again, um ahaha, i may have been inspired to write a part 2 to my previous atsumu hurt/comfort drabble, i hope that's okay! ive been living for protective!y/n ever since they fought meiko for suga, so i wanted to sort of portray that!

from the way atsumu's breathing had evened out, you assumed he'd finally fallen asleep. exhaustion from the rough night he had taking over as he laid in your bed, wrapped up in your comforting embrace. atsumu's forehead rested in the crook of your neck and his nose pressed up against your collarbone, soft breaths tickling the sensitive skin. his arm laid across your stomach, keeping you close. for the first time since he walked into your room that night, he looked peaceful.

you on the other hand, were pissed; still stewing with rage over the events of the night. the main target of your aggression being none other than miya osamu himself. how could someone be so cold to their own twin?

the more you thought about it, the more restless you got, a pit of frustration growing and twisting uncomfortably in your gut. laying still was starting to prove a difficult task. with all of this frustrated energy you just needed to move — do something, before you went insane. so as carefully as you could, you slipped out from under atsumu, gently pushing a pillow under him for support.

shutting your door as quietly as possible you padded your way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and an aspirin for atsumu. he'd probably need it for when he woke up, and it was the perfect excuse to get up and move around. however, as you neared the kitchen, you noticed a figure searching through the snack cabinets, grey hairs poking out into your field of vision. of course now of all times you'd run into the object of your current frustration. did you universe hate you or something?

just ignore him, you thought to yourself, no sense in getting into a conflict tonight.

as quietly as possible, you pulled a glass cup from the cabinet and filled it up with water. you had asprin in your room, so there was no need to grab any from the common area. your next objective was to exit the kitchen as quick as possible before your urge to punch osamu in the face increased any more. at this moment, his mere presence was enough to up your anger levels.

however, the second you spun on your heels to leave, osamu was also making his way out of the kitchen, causing the two of you to almost collide. luckily osamu reacted quickly, stepping back and preventing anything from being spilt.

"fucking watch it!" he spit out, expression twisting into one of contempt.

you scoffed at his outburst, ready to hit him with a few choice words, but by the time your lips parted he was already storming out of the kitchen and into the living room. a high pitched voice could be heard when he entered, sending another wave of fury coursing through your veins. "thank you 'samu, you're the best!"

"of course baby," osamu responded, "now let's start our movie."

the noise of some cheesy romance movie soon filled the living room and all surrounding areas, way too loud for this late of an hour in your opinion. it only added to your irritation, and without even thinking you were marching yourself to the living room with conviction, glass of water left behind on the kitchen island.

usually you never sought out trouble, and you weren't too fond of confrontation when it could be avoided. in the beginning of your time in the hyper house, maybe, but as time passed you soon learned nothing you said would change anything. so to save some sanity you resorted to short quips and just plain ignoring your housemates, once your contract was up none of it mattered anymore anyway. but after holding atsumu for an hour while he sobbed, and osamu's entitled attitude, something in you snapped. fuck being the bigger person.

so with your shoulders back and head held high you stormed into the living room, snatching the remote from coffee table to pause the movie playing.

that certainly grabbed their attention.

"the fuck is yer problem?" osamu vetted, standing to square up to you, fists clenched at his side and jaw tense. meiko followed suit, but took her position slightly behind osamu, nimble fingers gripping his bicep.

"my problem? hmm let's see, maybe my problem is the fact that i just held your brother as he cried himself to sleep while you were out here cuddled up on the couch!"

meiko snickered from behind him, and you had to stop yourself from lunging at her. how dare she laugh at his pain?

"'tsumu's fine, he'll get over it. now leave so we can watch our movie." your eyes went wide at osamu's response. did he really not care?

"he's your brother, and you hurt him." the annoyed expression on osamu's face fell slightly at your statement, but he quickly recovered, expression morphing into one that could kill. "don't act so innocent, you were probably in there twisting his mind with your little lies. you know everything that's happened between us has been your fault? you're the one that turned him against me!" his voice was gradually increasing him volume and malice, you obviously getting under his skin.

"oh please, you're still telling yourself that?" you inched closer to the pair, chin lifting up to meet osamu's steely glare, your attempt at intimidation working only on the small woman behind him.

"'samu, shes scaring me, please make her leave," meiko whimpered. Osamu placed a protective arm around her, pulling her into his side, "don't worry baby, i won't let her near you." you rolled your eyes at meiko, her feigned fear sending your patience over the edge.

"oh shut up, meiko," you snapped, causing her to coward further into osamu. "hey, don't talk to her like that!" he shot back at you, eyes darkening as he towered over your form, but you refused to back down.

"i'm texting iwaizumi, he can make her leave." meiko began typing furiously on her phone.

you chose to ignore her, prioritizing getting in your final words before iwaizumi could come to their resuce. "you've got your head completely up your ass if you think anyone but yourself is to blame for your broken relationship with 'tsumu!"

"you have no right to—"

"what the hell is going on here?" iwaizumi stormed into the room, large arms crossed over his chest as he placed himself between you and your victims.

"iwa, thank god! me and 'samu were trying to watch a movie when y/n just came in here and started attacking us! it was so scary, please make her leave!"

you scoffed at meiko's fabricated story, but before you could even begin to defend yourself iwa spoke, "y/n, go back to your room before im forced to take action." despite his dagger sharp gaze, you refused to shrink. you were going to get your point in regardless of any threats iwaizumi threw your way. so shooting him a quick and dismissive glare, you turned your attention back to osamu and meiko to get in one final blow.

"look, i don't know what your problem with me is, and frankly i don't care. but leave atsumu the fuck out your sick little games." the venom in your voice was enough to strike real fear into meiko, who was now completely hiding behind osamu for protection. even osamu's intimidating demeanor faltered at your protectiveness over his brother.

iwaizumi was the first to break the tension, "y/n, go—"

"yeah yeah, i got it, im leaving." your cut him short, giving osamu one last glare before exiting the living room, stopping to grab the glass of water from the kitchen before heading back to your room.

in your frustration you'd completely forgotten atsumu was asleep, accidentally shutting your door back with a little too much force. "angel?" atsumu's sleep drenched voice pulled you from your stewing thoughts, and you felt any and all anger melt away when you locked eyes with him.

"where'd you go off to?" he asked, rubbing at his eyes and sitting up. you snatched a bottle of asprin from your night stand and extended it to him along with the glass of water, "figured you'd want this when you woke up."

the corner of his mouth lifted up into a lopsided smile as he accepted your offer, downing a pill and half the water in one go, "yer too good to me, angel."

you offered up a soft smile as you took the glass and pill bottle back from him and set them on your nightstand. you took a seat on your bed next to atsumu, pushing back his disheveled hair back with one hand, prompting him to let out a content hum.

"i'm sorry for waking you," you whispered, letting your hand trail down the side of his face before coming to rest against his jaw, "how are you feeling?"

atsumu leaned into your touch, "much better, thanks to you. but, can we lay down again?"

you nodded, falling back to a laying position with atsumu following suit. however, this time he pulled you into his chest, holding you in his arms. you sunk further into him, finding it much easier to sleep this time as his warmth surrounded you and calmed your nerves.

i got a little carried away and this ended up a little longer than i intended, oops, oh well! i hope you like it!

— noah anon

hhhh,,, BESTIE OMFG UR SO SO SO TALENTED WTF???? do u have a blog cs if so sharty drop the @ ahaha (jk only if u feel comfy!!) i just mean WOW WOW WOW WOWIE

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katsuriin · 4 years

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HI I LOVE UR WORK SM U LITERALLY MAKE ME FALL FOR USHIJIMA MORE THAN I ALREADY AM💓💓 👉🏼👈🏼can u do more sleepover headcanons w Atsumu, Kita, and Hanamakii?? 🥺TYSM💓✨ - 🐮 ( can I be cow anon? Hdskhd)

❥Atsumu, Kita and Hanamakki's first sleepover

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a/n: big big shoutout to @dreamykou because my brain completely gave up when I was writing Kita’s, thank u sm baby!! and also wAH I feel like makki is a bit ooc because I haven’t written for him before but I hope it’s okay 🐮 anon!! thank you for the request and the kind words <3

read the bokuto, akaashi and sakusa ver. here!!

read the kageyama, kenma and kuroo ver. here!!

read the tanaka, ushijima and tsukishima ver. here!!

literally excited the whole day at school but he tries not to show it, you can tell though because baby doesn't stop smiling aAAAA

he'd tell you not to bother packing pyjamas. like,, straight up just don't

the second you're in his room he's giving you a comfy shirt that smells like him and some soft shorts

waits for you outside the door because he's an overgrown puppy and loves seeing you in his clothes

osamu calls him a simp as he walks past

the second you open the door he looks at you so gently that you just ✨melt✨

then remembers that he's not a soft boy smh and smirks at you and the moment is over jhdfjhf

movie night!! he throws a fluffy blanket on your head, chuckling at the hMPH sound you make

he's in absolute dismay when you osamu if he wants to join, even if he did politely decline because smh?? why??

you shut him up by kissing him deeply, pulling away and acting as if you don't see the dazed state you left him in

anyway you both get comfortable and the movie starts with his arm around your waist

now,,, to be fair he'd been to school and a bit of a long practice so it's not really his fault for getting sleepy so early

you only realise though when he nods off a bit, his cheek smushing onto the top of your head slightly

"Tsumu shall we go to bed?" "nono keep watching I'm fine "

you smile at his lack of subtlety in wanting to spend more time with you, but still shift yourself so that you're in the corner of the sofa with the big man baby in between your legs

you know that he'll fall asleep immediately once his face rests on your chest so you make sure the snacks are accesible from your position before pulling him down on top of you and draping the blanket on top

he cuddles you so nicely, trying his best to stay awake but inevitably failing after you peck his forehead and play with his hair

there's still 3?4 of the movie left so you watch the rest of it with him snoozing soundly in your arms before scooching down so you can sleep comfortably

you fall asleep to Atsumu's soft puffs of breath against your neck

he's super comfy around you and the small cute smile never leaves his face all day

can't wait to fall asleep with you because he thinks you look pretty when you sleep

okay hear me out though kita loves playing animal crossing hjshfjhf it's just calming to him and it's one of his guilty pleasures

y'all would just cuddle whilst he plays animal crossing and you talk about your week

he's so nice to talk to, even though his answers are straight to the point he speaks in a much softer tone with you

honestly gives you a tour of his island and it's kind of??? perfect??

as expected from our lil farmer boy

anyway when yall feel kinda sleepy he'll send you up first to get ready for bed and knock gently on the door to see if you're done yet because?? he's just perfect?? like that???

you'll both be in the same bed just talking about anything and everything

being his s/o would mean that you both connect with each other on a much deeper level so sleepovers with him would just mean that yall were gonna literally talk the night away

he'll respect the fact that it's a first sleepover and won't move to get closer to you-he does that with you anyway though because he doesn't want to push you or pressure you into doing anything

you rest your face against his shoulder, taking his arm and wrapping it around your waist

he'll carry on talking, knowing that you're on the brink of sleep

the atmosphere is overall very comforting, his low soft voice and clean covers enveloping you in a warm embrace-as well as a cosy warm throw blanket on top courtesy of granny kita

you find yourself falling asleep, feeling lips press onto your forehead gently.

another one that'd have to clean his room up the night before you come over djdfjd

he's gonna be pretty casual about it but he's super whipped for you

you tell him to turn around so you can get changed but he makes a dumb horny comment

so you shrug and start changing in front of him and he fully squeals and hides his eyes immediately IDIOT HGSHGHSG

"Makki, look at me" "u-uH are you done...?"

y'all would probably get bored at some point in the night and decide to raid the local convenience store, cue him pulling a hoodie over your head and grinning at you before dragging you out at 1am

you both end up splurging on snacks and a some,,, experimental snacks

once you make it back to his place you chill in his room, feeding each other snacks and playing smash

you decide to crack open the box of the experimental sweets, feeding it to the boy whilst keeping an eye on his reaction

he takes the snack in his mouth without question, chewing before-

"what the fuCK IS THAT" he yells before chugging half a can of coke

literally glares at you but you can't take him seriously when he looks that cute with his comforter wrapped around him and a little pout on his lips

you climb into his warm lap and warp the comforter around yourself as he places the controllers on his bedside and takes you into his arms, still pouting slightly

you take his face into your hands giggling before pressing kisses all over his face whilst muttering an apology

his face will be super red and would actually heat your hands up but shh he has a reputation ok

you begin to get kind sleepy in his warm arms and he notices

insists you get into bed first and he'll clean up real quick

you realise that his bed smells like him - well yeah but like you're surrounded by his scent and you can't help but nuzzle into his sheets more

he finds it so so endearing and adorable he's just smiling at you whilst standing at the side of the bed like

you realise he's staring and just sheepishly smile at him reader ur so cute

mfer just fully jumps on you and cuddles you into his chest because his heart just swells at the sight of you all cuddled up in his bed

the amount of cuddles he gets from you that night completely makes up for the horrible snack you made him eat earlier

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