#kuroo tetsurou headcanons

[furuyalover]

4:52 pm

— ft. kuroo tetsurou

includes: a cute lil impromptu study date

it’s april and we all know what that means, finals season. right now it’s just you, your laptop, numerous papers and notebooks, and an iced matcha latte enveloping you in the cozy cafe atmosphere. you’re trying study for your calculus test tomorrow and you’re pretty focused, for the most part.

about ten minutes ago you glance up from your studies where you notice a familiar face across the cafe, kuroo tetsurou. while you’re decently close with your classmate and you’ve made conversation with him numerous times, you figured both of you are too busy with your work for you to approach him right now. however you can’t seem to get the striking captain out of your head. you’ve always had an admiration for him but some would say it’s more like a crush… so after a solid 15 minutes of pretending to do work and pondering what to do, you finally decide to maybe shoot him a text!

y/n: hey am i tripping or is there an obnoxious volleyball player studying across from me?

kuroo: obnoxious is a strong word 😒 u also studying for the calc test? 😭

y/n: kind of …. not doin too hot rn

kuroo: oh well you’re in luck then

and just like that you glance up from your screen and notice him begin to gather his things and make his way towards you. the middle blocker plops himself down on a seat next to you and begins unpacking his bag. “don’t worry princess im here to save you from your calc demons.” your flutters a little at the sudden nickname, but you keep your composure with a quick retort “ok woah im not doing THAT bad.” “then why is your study guide blank?” damn, he got you there. “whatever you gonna help me or what?” since he’s a man of his word he opens his notebook helping you review what you’ve learned these past classes, and working you through each problem better than khan academy ever could. he’s concise but sweet, making sure to comfort you every time you’re overwhelmed or not sure how to solve a problem. you’ve never seen this side of him, you’re used to dealing with his cockiness and sarcasm and this caring demeanor is something new to you.

but just like that an hour and a half has gone by and you’ve both successfully gotten through all your homework! where did all the time go? you wondered to yourself. embarrassingly, you’re kind of upset that you’re study sesh has come to an end. you’ve always wanted to go out with kuroo outside of class, and this is the closest you’re ever gonna get to that. “oh well all good things must come to an end” kuroo says, almost defeated you thank him for all his help while you start packing your things.

“actually wait before you go,” you stop what you’re doing to look up at him, wondering what he possibly need. surely he’s just gonna ask about something from class right? wrong. hes flustered. almost red even. scratching the back of his neck he finally looks at you and says “i really enjoyed hanging out with you, and i just wondered if you wanted to do this again sometime?” you’ve never seen him so nervous before, so you let out a small smile with a slightly confused look on your face. “what, like study?” your smile ends up giving him reassurance and just like that his confident demeanor is back. he grabs your hand and says “well that’d be a pretty boring date don’t ya think?” grinning before placing a chaste kiss on your hand.

you look down to try and hide the rosy blush that now plastered your face (too late he already saw it). flustered by his sudden advance you look up and match his confidence arrogance with your own. “alright then, but if i don’t get an A on this test im rejecting you”

“oh like that’s ever gonna happen” you roll your eyes, but he has a point.

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AN: ahhh this was so fun to write <3 love love loveee writing some friends/classmates to lovers drabbles !! hope u guys enjoyed this lil piece i whipped up :)

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[sixosix]

kuroo tetsurou: good luck charm

fem!reader, kuroo is pathetic and whipped, your kisses are his good luck charms :) unless it’s on the lips; in that case, he will not function properly, wc 2.1k

“just let y/n give kuroo a kiss on the cheek,” says nekoma teammate, “it works wonders.”

kuroo steps out of the bus, yawning with his mouth open wide. he spots karasuno’s bus from the corner of his eye, and smiles fondly -- before it falls, his expression mixing into something more curious.

someone steps out from behind daichi; someone who kuroo has never seen before.

it was only a quick glance but kuroo took one look at you and thought: huh, today must be a pretty good day.

and, as if struck by a charm, it was.

“karasuno’s manager is pretty cute, isn’t she?”

kuroo pulls his shirt back on, grimacing at the sweat clinging to his back. he looks around for his towel, wondering where the hell he had dropped it; kenma walks past and throws it on his face, before returning back to his game. kuroo mutters his thanks.

“eh? kiyoko-san? obviously! we already talked about her!” kuroo sometimes wishes yamamoto has an off button.

“no, no. the new one!”

“there’s a new one!?”

kuroo sniffs, not bothering to look up. “if you have time to chit chat i’m sure you have time to practice a few more rounds, don’t you think?”

he smiles to himself, pleased, as his teammates cower and resume conversations, though at a lower volume. they had just finished rounds and rounds of practice matches with karasuno -- that damn chibi-chan with his damn stamina!!!! -- so of course they know kuroo wouldn’t dare.

however, kuroo would dare bring yaku in, and they didn’t want that to happen, dear god no. heavens no.

he strolls to where the water bottles are, and sees his good friend (that he obviously doesn’t want to throttle to the ground with a volleyball on and off-court) daichi talking to some girl he recognized hopping off the bus and standing next to the ‘kiyoko-san’ yamamoto and tanaka keeps babbling about. the new manager, kuroo thinks to himself.

he was very pleased to note it was the pretty girl he caught a glimpse of earlier.

maybe it really is a good day today.

“daichi, you didn’t tell me he was hot!” you fume. kuroo is immediately intrigued by the topic of this conversation.

“i wasn’t aware i had to inform you,” daichi says, blank-faced.

“you should’ve!” you snap, though there’s no real malice to it. daichi grunts when you smack his back. surprisingly, kuroo watches as daichi doesn’t smack you back. “you’ve told me all these sexy stories about him and expect me to act normal when i finally see his face? damn you. bastard.”

daichi groans, defeated by absolutely nothing -- disgust, probably. “i have not been telling you anything remotely close to that. you’re the one who has a huge crush on someone you haven’t met.”

you gasp. “now--”

“now, daichi,” kuroo muses, almost chuckling when you flinch and when daichi’s shoulders slump further. “that’s a bit cruel, isn’t it? a little hope wouldn’t hurt.”

“if it isn’t false hope,” daichi murmurs, looking at kuroo like he knows that kuroo tripped over his smooth floor last night. “maybe i don’t have to worry about that.”

“creepy,” kuroo comments, laughing when daichi huffs at him, all lighthearted banter that’s familiar for the two captains. you, however--

kuroo smiles, though it's much more pleasant than what he usually flashes at the rival captain. “nice to meet you. new manager?”

you nod stiffly, almost uncomfortable. kuroo takes a mindful step back to give you more space. crap, he winces, i didn’t even realize i was too close. don’t be a creep.

“yeah.” it was almost as if he was just imagining your nerves, because then you shoot him a grin that’s way too smug and bright. it mirrors his. “it’s an honor to meet nekoma’s captain, kuroo tetsurou. i have fun watching your team play.”

kuroo feels himself burst with pride. you sure know the way to a man’s heart. “not everyone has the pleasure, that’s true.”

daichi slips away, unnoticed.

his eyes lower to something more mischievous, toeing the line. “it’s a little unfair you know my name, but all i know from you is a pretty face who seems to have a little crush on one of the boys here.”

you falter, that's one thing kuroo knows for sure, but instead of turning all shy and nervous, you laugh -- and wow the sky is really blue today. he might just walk home everyday if the weather’s this nice. if the air is this fresh. if your smile is this pretty.

what? stupid, you just met.

“l/n y/n.”

kuroo can’t bring himself to look away anyway.

“it’s nice to meet you, l/n.” it really is. the wedding bells ring somewhere far back in his head -- which is. weird. he watches your back when you nip on over back to your team.

has his chest always felt this light? kuroo shrugs. he’ll use this to his advantage for the next round then.

So, how did it go with y/n?

kuroo was expecting a lot of things. he was expecting a bit more relaxation -- it’s saturday, for fucks sake -- and maybe coaxing kenma into playing with him. he’d have to be sneaky with kenma, or else he’s the one who’ll end up with a joystick in his hands. it’s a hit or miss with his best friend.

he does not expect to trip over nothing seeing daichi’s text. it’s smooth floorboards, how the hell is he tripping?

[kuroo 7:28] good morning

[kuroo 7:28] what the fuck

[kuroo 7:29] Σ(;Φ ω Φ)

[daichi 7:30] She seems really happy. don’t distract her too much though, she’s still OUR manager. don’t get any ideas.

[kuroo 7:30] it was nice. i think she likes me lol. u better watch out

[kuroo 7:32] wait what the hell ar eyou talking abouth again????

[daichi 7:35] You think i don’t know?

[daichi 7:36] Oh, wait. Sorry.

[daichi 7:36] Were you planning to keep it a secret?

“i’m pretty sure i’m the one who doesn’t know,” kuroo grumbles, shoving breakfast in his mouth.

[kuroo 7:36] stop it what;;;; can u tell me whats going on first

[kuroo 7:40] WHAT

[kuroo 7:40] YOU THINK WE’RE FUCKING DATING????????

[kuroo 7:40] SAWAMURA

[kuroo 7:46] DUDE. ITS BEEN A DAY

[kuroo 7:50] COME BACK AND FUCKING EXPLAIN

[daichi 8:00] Sorry for assuming

[kuroo 8:00] doesn’t she have the hots for someone rn?????? dont weird her out away from me i rlly like her

[daichi 8:05] For someone so smart you are an idiot

[kuroo 8:06] HOYL SHIT

when it’s revealed that your crush is indeed no one other than kuroo, he wasted no time in sweeping you away (read: asking you out before anyone else gets any ideas) and wooing you with his charms (read: failing and being pathetic in front of you, which you found endearing).

(however, he does not let you live down the fact that you called him sexy and hot multiple times. if weaponized correctly, you end up a flustered puddle and he rides that high for weeks.)

it’s bliss, kuroo thinks. sometimes he wonders what he did in his past life to deserve you. not someone like you, but l/n y/n.

it is a tad awkward that karasuno’s manager is dating the captain of their deep-rooted, long-established, everything-volleyball-related rival, but you two make it work. kuroo reluctantly agreed he’ll let you cheer for karasuno when they’re going against each other, i guessssss :/

but what really takes the cake is when schools -- including karasuno; including you -- come over for practice matches and you wish him luck before rounds -- unless he’s showing daichi who’s boss. you usually do it for him, though.

“tetsurou!!!”

it’s as if his body is wired to respond to you instantly, no hesitation. kuroo looks up, grinning lazily as you jog up to him.

some players look his way, watching you with some awe on their stupid boy faces. kuroo, with smug satisfaction, watches their stupid boy faces fall when he pulls you by the waist to keep you close.

“pretty girl,” he says in lieu of a greeting. it’s always true, with you. one look your way -- pretty, pretty, pretty.

“dumbass,” you greet back, grinning so brightly he can’t even bring himself to feign anger. as if he can ever be mad at you no matter how hard he tried. “against dateko, huh? sounds fun.”

he shrugs, tapping his fingers on your back. “won’t be for them if it’s a clean victory.”

“it’s a practice match, chill.” but you laugh nonetheless, elbowing his side. “karasuno’s starting soon so i’ll head over there in a sec. just wanted to say hi.”

kuroo makes a show of pouting. “can’t even excuse yourself one time? for me? what am i to you, babe?”

“no,” you say, and he stumbles back as if struck by an arrow. “i want to watch shouyou-kun’s new quick! you’ve seen it, right? pretty cool, right?” kuroo huffs but smiles and nods anyway -- any sane person on earth is impressed by that freak duo. “not as cool as you, of course.”

it’s a beautiful day today. “damn right.”

“captain! kuroo! tetsu! rou!”

kuroo inwardly groans.

you laugh, waving at yaku and inuoka. “that’s your cue, captain.” he loves it when you call him that. “beat their asses, okay?”

“of course i will.”

you curl your fingers on his shirt, then abruptly pull him down for your lips to meet his cheek. kuroo’s soul and mind descend into a series of frantic keysmashes, mouth agape like a fish out of water.

“meet me after the match if you win!” you say.

nekoma wins.

kuroo does not let it go.

every time, without fail, he makes you kiss him on the cheek, and then he is filled with determination, enough to make him do his best -- which usually leads to rounds easily won.

there is no scientific reason, no matter how much his friends insisted there was. kuroo simply went to court happier than he was pre-kiss; oftentimes, playing a game you’re meant to enjoy leaves less stress when you enter with a bounce on your step immediately.

you truly did not mean for it to turn out this way, though.

“y/n.”

“hm.”

“y/n.”

“i’m busy, tetsu.”

“you’ve reviewed the same worksheet twice!”

“i’m double-checking!”

kuroo shakes his head. “i have a match later.” his pleading eyes is almost as cute as a cat’s if he wasn’t such a little shit. “please?”

“no. you’re getting too spoiled.”

“y/n!!! i’m not, i promise!!!”

yaku sniffs, judging him silently with just a look in his eye. “do you really need to do this every time?”

kuroo grins slyly, waggling his eyebrows, caging you on your seat from behind with his arms on either edge of your desk. you are a tad fascinated by how his hand almost swallows yours whole. “it’s tradition. it ain’t my fault you don’t have a cute girlfriend cheering you on.”

“fuck you.”

you can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of you, finally looking up from your notebook. “does everyone actually believe him that it works?”

“it’s true, in a way.” yaku shrugs, glaring sternly at the now-sheepish captain. “he made us lose one round because he was too busy worrying about his girlfriend sick at home.”

he gapes. “you told me you wouldn’t snitch!”

“i didn’t promise anything.” yaku then  makes a gesture with a finger -- hold on, it means -- and answers his phone. “kenma is missing!” the speakers say, then something else about a walking-fluff-of-orange stealing him away. you and kuroo look at each other.

“well,” yaku ends the call without another word, grinning at you, “see you when we celebrate,” yaku winks, ignoring kuroo’s hostile hiss.

“good luck out there, yaku-san~!” you call out; he gives a single wave in response.

when you turn to your boyfriend, he’s still looking like a cat that’s been sprayed with water.

“tetsurou,” you say; it’s effective when snapping him out of it, “have fun, okay? don’t let the coach down.”

“i never do.”

“i know. it’s why you’re my favorite.”

the sparkle in his eyes and the way his chest puffs up with pride means you’re treading in the right direction. it’s so laughably easy to stroke his ego when you’re named y/n and you say a few nice words.

“do i get my good luck kiss now? or do you want to make me work for it again?” he does the weird waggling of eyebrows again.

you pull him down by the tie, hitting him right on the lips. he startles, yet composes himself quickly by squeezing his eyes shut. when you break the kiss, he chases after you immediately, but you cut him off with a hand on his mouth.

“good luck.”

nekoma wins. (though, if you ask around, they’d say that it’s everyone but kuroo’s effort. the poor man was steaming from the ears and colored red for a good portion of the match.)

it’s a perfect day today.

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[ayyyez]

Hi! Do you have any headcannons for how Kuroo and his s/o would go about their morning routine? Like who wakes up first, who makes the coffee, who is the one to wake up seeing the other hogged the blankets again, etc. And if you wanted to add more characters too you could maybe add Ennoshita and Oikawa?? Totally up to you thou! I'm really into domestic vibes rn (but also if you wanted to add early morning spice I wouldn't be opposed okay thank you bye)

a/n: Aww this sounds so cute and I love Kuroo so these were so fun to write!

Tags: headcanons, fluff, domestic, morning routines, suggestive mentions but nothing explicit

Characters: Kuroo, Oikawa, Ennoshita

Kuroo Tetsurou

A morning person by design. He's been getting up early since his middle school morning run routine and he's never lost that habit of waking up early (just not as early anymore)

Kuroo's usually the first one up and the one to fix coffee and breakfast. This leaves you to stay curled up in bed all nice and toasty while he gets ready for work.

If you're an early bird too you can make a morning routine of doing this together and joining him for a shower. Maybe a little something more in the shower. A lazy morning wash to help each other start the day. He's cheeky about it too. Giving you "Cool" hair do's while he washes your hair

'I think it looks hot babe. No don't wash it out I wanna take a photo of my masterpiece first!'

When he shows you later it's a sick mohawk of shampoo mixed hair and you can't help but laugh at his stupid antics. You have to try to do it back too because it's the only time his hair is pliant enough to move out of that bedhead.

The two of you are snickering as you're snapping pics and he swishes his hair in your face. Someone gets soap in their eyes at some point but you're both laughing so hard and hugging, wet bodies pressed together in the shower holding each other tight so you don't fall.

It's worth the fun as you stand beneath the stream trying to rinse your eyes.

If you're not an early bird and you stay snuggled in the sheets then Kuroo will come try and wake you for breakfast before he leaves. Gently places a hand on your shoulder and whispers for you to wake up.

If you don't wake he's an absolute menace. He'll plant kisses over your face and rub into you like a cat. 'Wakey wakey!' More cat like snuggles into your face. 'Babe wakey wakey!' Just plops on top of you like the most annoying alarm clock in the world. Almost tempted to stay in bed with you even though he's dressed.

In terms of who is the blanket hogger. It can be pretty even but it's more likely to be you. Kuroo isn't much of a restless sleeper and doesn't really pull them. He's also essentially a blanket himself.

He sleeps on his stomach face smooshed in pillows and if you like a bit of contact he switches to smooshing his face into your neck with an arm slung over your waist. He's also just naturally warm so he's a personal heater and blanket in one.

If anyone hogs the blanket it's more likely to be you. Especially if you're a restless sleeper which is honestly perfect with someone like Kuroo because he can hold you down and stop you rolling around. Teases you about it.

'Babe, I'm your personal weighted blanket.' Has that smirk too.

Sleep ins with Kuroo are fun too. He's up first of course and gets bored so will roll over to cuddle you and annoy you with affection. Then that turns into morning talks about random things.

'Do you think chickens can fly really high in an alternate timeline?' 'You believe in alternate timelines?' 'Well, yeah but only if I'm with you in them.' 'Pfft you're a loser.' 'A romantic loser.' 'Wrong timeline.' 'Hey!'

Mornings with you have made Kuroo even more of a morning person. He's a morning lover.

Oikawa Tooru

The ultimate blanket hog. I'm talking you're going to have fights with this man over the blankets, tugging them back and forth and no he won't even feel bad about it, blanket hog. His solution?

'Well I guess you're going to just have to snuggle up real tight in my arms then, huh?' Smirk on his face.

You have two options. Agree. It's nice and snug in his arms and he will hold you nice and tight. That is until he eventually rolls around in his sleep. Kick him out of the bed.

He's not as blanket hoggy because he'll move to come back to you as the anchor. Wanting to always be touching you in some way even if it's just a hand or arm. Does like rolling back for the cuddle though.

The other option is to be like 'Not if I hold you in my arms first.' There's nothing Oikawa likes more than a challenge and he truly likes being held as much as he likes doing the holding. Even if he doesn't admit it. This also stops most of the rolling around AND the blanket hogging. Win win. Just whatever you're into.

Oikawa also runs cold. Cold hands, cold feet. You gotta warm those babies up or they hit you like icicles. This kind of makes him a clinger in the winter too but don't worry you just gotta help him warm up or invest in good heating lol.

In the morning he's not a morning person at all. Doesn't want to get out of bed and has to set a couple of alarms to even get up. The type to not function as a human being until he's gotten something into him and had a shower.

If it's only him getting up because you're not a morning person either, he's forcing down a quick but healthy meal and coffee, has a quick shower to wake him up. Then what takes the longest is getting ready to try and look human and awake. Spends most time on his hair tbh.

Mornings are easier on him if you're a morning person even though he despises (loves) you for it. If you're there to make him breakfast and coffee he'll greet you with a kiss on the cheek and then just plants his forehead on your shoulder craving more rest and your presence. God, does he really have to be awake?

Not good with a lot of talking in the morning but likes small acts of physical affection. Little touches, kisses and just press your face against his and he will melt. Mmm wants to just fall asleep standing up pressed against you in the kitchen while you wash the dishes but he has to go train.

If you're not a morning person either he'll see you off with a smooch and a 'Can't wait to be back here in the evening.' Here being the bed. With you and him in it. Doing more... active things. It's a promise and a hope. Something to see you both through the day.

He's not a morning person but he has to be for the life he's chosen. Oikawa's glad he just gets to share these mornings with you.

Ennoshita Chikara

A morning person sure but is definitely not an early riser. Once he's awake though he's the kind of person who is starting his day. Can't lie there for more than 10-15 minutes unless you're awake talking to him or having some fun but other than that he's getting his day started.

Likely the first one up. Lives for coffee so is definitely making the coffee because he likes it a particular blend, strength and even has the fancy beans and machine. Likes to try new kinds too and share them with you. It's almost a hobby for him. Knows exactly how you like yours and makes it for you without you even having to ask.

Not the best when it comes to making food but is pretty good when it comes to breakfast food. It's the best meal for him to be designated in charge of. I honestly feel like he likes things done a certain way when it comes to cleaning and stuff too so he's probably loading the dishwasher and cleaning up too. This man is anal like that.

Even if you're a team in the morning he's doing the cleaning up part. He just likes things done a certain way okay. You just don't stack the dishwasher the way he likes, HE HAS A SYSTEM!

Too sweet to be a blanket hog HOWEVER if you try to tear the blanket from him he will take it personally. The first couple times he's like aw you're cold let me get you another blanket but when you keep doing it? Personally offended and makes it his business to pull it back but not to hog, oh no no, he believes it must be even for you both.

Likes a good cuddle. Probably won't cuddle the whole night but likes to start off falling asleep that way. He's a side sleeper anyway so a natural spooner. If you're a back/stomach sleeper he'll just koala right onto you. If you're another side sleeper you two can slot right together a couple of spoons being cute.

I think he likes to alternate between big spoon and little spoon. Likes to have a nice hand running through his hair giving him some comfort which he will happily return. Especially on those rare mornings he doesn't have to get up for work right away. Absolute bliss.

Ennoshita's natural state is to fall into a caretaker roll but he also craves to have someone do the same for him every now and again. Those mornings he finally gets a sleep in and he wakes up to the smell of breakfast being made and coffee being brewed (you make it just how he showed you) he's so thankful to have someone who not only cares but pays attention.

Also the fact you didn't wake him up and turned the alarm off so he could wake up on his own? He loves you even more for that. A part of him just wants to pull you back into bed for some fun times and a cuddle. Who knows? He just might.

Ennoshita is thankful for mornings where the two of you can show how much you two care with the little things.

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[lov1ngkvroo]

random kuroo tetsuro headcanons i have:

- every teacher loves him

- had a phase when he was younger in which he memorized all of the dinosaurs and wanted to be a paleontologist

- his favorite color is red, but he also really likes blue

- prefers silver jewelry over golden

- reads a lot in his free time

- is a good swimmer

- can skateboard and snowboard

- is also mildly skilled in video games, thanks to kenma

- has a poster of the periodic table hanging in his childhood room

- is incredibly good with children

- sleeps only with boxers on, sometimes even naked

- doesn’t get drunk easily, but when he does he’s lost forever

- he doesn’t cry very often

- listens to mostly indie rock

- lofi when he’s studying

- likes horror movies

- never smoked once in his life because of all the health and chemical damages

- when he was younger he used to be taller than everybody else so he picked up the habit of constantly slouching, but he got it fixed overtime

- and poor baby used to be insecure about his body, especially in middle school

- has a thing for girls that are smarter than him (he likes a challenge)

- his wardrobe is entirely made of three colors: white, red and black

- his favorite movies are avengers, dead poets society and the shining

- has read the perks of being a wallflower and liked it very much

- he tried getting rid of his bed hair for a while back in his early teens but he couldn’t do it so he eventually just started rolling with it

- very respectful

- is subscribed to a science magazine thingy thing and gets their issues monthly

- has the bad habit to skip meals when too focused on something

- def doesn’t drink enough water and hates himself for not doing that

- his love language is physical affection

- does all the chores around his house !

- he likes to do laundry and wash the dishes

- is a bad cook tho

- can’t manage to keep plants alive

- likes mint a lot, like he always has mint-flavored lifesavers in his pockets and always chooses the mint popsicle

- only wears black sneakers, doesn’t matter the occasion

- is the type to not kill a bug, just pick it up and throw it away

- sometimes he plays beach volley with random people at his local sport center

- likes to drive

- takes looooong drives when he is upset or sad

- and is the type to gatekeep the aux cord

- like he’s the only one who’s allowed to choose the music

- has never lost a staring contest in his life

- loves to have a signature scent

- seeks academic validation

- sings in the shower

- is constantly bumping his head around as if he forgets all the time he does actually have something attached to his neck

- his phone is constantly with the maximum ringtone on (scares the shit out of people)

- idk what else i just know he’s the best fr <33

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo headcanons #kuroo tetsurou headcanons #haikyuu!! #i love this man so much istg

[megumimylove]

boyfriends who are obsessed with casual cockwarming. he just lovesss it when you both are watching a movie and his cock is stuffed deep inside your cunt, he loves hearing your little moans and whimpers while he finishes a report or submits an assignment. boyfriends who carry you around the house with their cock buried inside you.

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miya atsumu , osamu miya, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, oikawa tooru, isagi yoichi, kuroo tetsurou, bachira meguru, reo mikage, gojo satoru, geto suguru, megumi fushiguro, toji fushiguro

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[romeavecryst]

Never let them know your next move˖ ࣪⊹

Summary: them kissing up on you then they do the unspeakable

Characters; bokuto, kuroo, tanaka

Warnings: chaos, cursing, play fighting, kissing, little hot n sweaty. Not proofread! Touchy grabby boys what can I say.. fem!reader

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BOKUTO

☆ “your being mean baby..” he whined, ko had been loving up on you for the past fifteen minutes. You’ve only been ignoring him because you were working on school work. “I’ll give you attention in a minute ko.” You hummed.

His dramatic sighs causing you to laugh. It wasn’t like you never payed attention to him it just happens to be kniw when wants it the most. Acting like a puppy who’s deprived. He watched his head resting on your shoulder his eyes wondering your fingers that typed on the keyboard.

How could you ignore him he thought, “you hate me..” he muttered his lips kissing your shoulder. “With everything in my body.” You smiled, feeling his lips travel up your shoulder. His large hands squeezing your hips. “Jus’ want you to love on me.. wanna feel you on me..” he whispered, his tone seductive.

You bit your lip a tingle forming in the pit of your stomach “Ko-“

“AHH!” You yelled, feeling the wettest of his tongue like the side of your face. It wasn’t even small teasing he licked the whole side of your face, quickly pushing himself back knowing your were about to fight.

“You’re fucking kidding me” you laughed discarding your lap top going after him, a fat smile on his face as he grabed your arms pining you down. “Koutaro! Let go of me..” you groaned his big arms holding you against him.

“Nope! I’ve got you now!”

KUROO

☆ His eyes watched you as you wondered around your room, your body pacing impatiently. Kuroo had come over as you were cleaning your room, bad timing yes but he wanted to see you. He wanted a danm nap but you just had to be set on cleaning your room. “UGH!! we can clean it later baby! For the love of god come over to me.” He fake cried sprawling out on you bed.

He watched as you rolled your eyes in the mirror of your vanity, you focused going back on organizing the drawers. He huffed pushing off your bed you watched as he walked up behind you.

“Let me finish I don’t even have that much to do..” you whined feeling his cold hands go under your shirt. “Tetsu my parents are home.” He nodded taking in what you said.

His hands cupping your Boobs over your bra fondling them you felt him smile on the nape of your neck, him enjoying himself. Yet when he looked in the mirror you practically ignored him, though the heat radiating of your face spoke other wise. “Just come lay down with me.” He squeezed a bit tighter.

A pleasant little groan leaving your lips caused him to chuckle mischievously. His lips starting kissing your face a small smile appeared on your face as he did so. But the moment was to nice..

“YOU DID NOT!” You yelled the feeling of your boyfriend letting go of you quickly.

Turning around he was laughing, laughing his ass off. He had licked you!

“AHH BABY PLEASE I WAS JUST JOSHING!”he yelled as you ran at him.

A fit of giggles coming from him as you whipped your wet face against his, “no!” He cried out.

“That what you get motherfucker,” you spoke quickly licking him back after.

“What going on?” The sound of your fathers voice spoke, him witnessing you beating your boyfriend your body on top of him.

“Never mind.. I don’t even wanna know..” he groaned.

TANAKA

☆ Let’s be honest you’d kind be used to it with him. But in this case you were not!

You two where out with his family at dinenr his family sitting around you, two talking amongst themselves. Tanaka was not afraid to kiss up on you in front of his family as nervous as it made you he loved doing it. His lips kissing your hand as you told him to stop “Ryu your grandmother is staring at us.” You whined.

His grandma was in fact staring a smile on her face as she watched her grandson love on you, “you’re so beautiful, I can’t keep to myself.” He said his head falling on your shoulder his lips still kissing on your fingers.

He was normaly very lovey dovey on you but there was just this feeling, you knew something was about to happen you could feel it. And it did happen.

Ryu licking the back of you hand. The back of you hand quickly meeting his mouth popping him. “Ryu! Fu- nasty!”

A heavy laugh left him as you beat on him, his family watching in amusement as you beat on him, “Licking me really! And I knew it was gonna happen!” You spoke is a hushed yell.

“Ahh! Please mercy, baby mercy!!” He yelled dramatically falling into his sisters side for protection just for her to gang up on him as-well.

“Please guys I couldn’t help myself.”he spoke putting a fake frown on his face.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #x black fem reader #haikyuu #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou #haikyuu bokuto #hq bokuto #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto fluff #bokuto x you #kurro tetsuro #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu kuroo #tetsurou kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #tanaka x fem!reader #tanaka ryunosuke x reader #tanaka ryuunosuke #tanaka x reader #hq tanaka #ryuunosuke tanaka #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyu x reader

[mysterystarz]

kiss me maybe:

summary: finding a flier for the volleyball's kissing booth was surprising for two reasons. a) kuroo had created one of the worst fliers known to mankind and b) oikawa tooru, the school's resident pretty boy was capitalizing off the rumors surrounding him. still, you couldn't deny your attraction to the setter, and he couldn't hide that you were the only one he wanted to kiss

pairing: oikawa tooru x g!n reader

word count: 12.6k (please give this a chance)

genres + themes: college!au, sort of friends to lovers(?), fluff, angst, kuroo being an occasional menace, iwaizumi being the sexiest friend you can have, kiyoko being an icon, romanticized college experience, oikawa being an idiot but yours

warnings: cursing, a tad suggestive in some parts, absolutely not proofread

a/n: hi there i am back with a long fic. anyways this thing is my lovechild and probs the most fanfic thing ive written. its really just a fluff monster (lol) and i hope you give this a chance <3 also dedicated to @chimielie because her stuff gave me the inspo to write ily lia thank you for being so talented

It was said that Oikawa Tooru’s kisses were mythical. 

Some claimed that one press of lips from the kingly setter was like a hit of a drug, sudden in a way that sent you reeling. 

To some, his kisses tasted like the finest candy, hand served on an ornate dish. 

Most magically, it was claimed that a kiss from Oikawa Tooru could heal even the most broken of hearts. Just one thread through sun bronzed hair could make you forget about the most painful memories. 

And of course, like any celebrity would, he knew about each and every rumor.

Naturally, you reckoned you were bound to see the dreaded flier sooner or later. It sat there still, taped onto the tiny bulletin board outside of the Organic Chemistry I room. It was the worst godawful flier you’d ever seen in your life. In front of you was a myriad of colorful borders, and even more whimsical fonts atop of a cardstock page. It seemed to call out to you with its boldness, as if to say “kiss me” with its scrawling typography. 

Mystic Kissbooth, it read in an infuriatingly ornate font. Come and kiss your woes away (and kiss ours away too – a mutually beneficial fundraiser!) 

“I see you’ve seen our handiwork,” chuckled a voice. You didn’t have to turn around to recognize Kuroo, who simply leaned against the bulletin board in an attempt to catch your expression. 

Not that he would. You weren’t going to give him that luxury. 

“No wonder it’s such shit,” you laughed, gesturing to the list of names at the bottom, “I’m honestly ashamed to even know you.”

“Hey,” he frowned playfully, ruffling your hair as he began his signature large strides. Curse him and his stupidly long legs. “That was heavily inspired by your Canva templates…..you know….the bad ones.” 

You let out a long and dragged out sigh while you followed your best friend (unfortunately) to one of the secluded benches on campus. Beneath the hustle and bustle of students as they sprinted to class, it was almost peaceful to rest your legs for just a moment. 

Relaxing onto the bench, you placed your backpack at your side, creating a wedge between you and Kuroo, who’d taken the seat right next to you. He didn’t seem to mind, simply casting a grin in your direction. 

For starters, you weren’t sure how to feel about the Canva invasion. Yes, it was a design platform, and yes, you’d tried (and failed sometimes) to create infographics whenever Kuroo needed a helping hand. It was just a tad surprising to discover that Kuroo had drawn his inspiration from your least successful works. 

“What’s this whole thing about?” You decided on asking after a lengthy pause. Kuroo cast his gaze to meet your own, his grin almost glued into place. 

“Well, not that we’re in any trouble, but the volleyball club could use some funds. We’ve been trying to set up some pretty competitive matches and practice games, but we need the fuel to do it. Oikawa thought this was a great way to make use of all the attention we have.”

“No wonder. He’s probably the most popular one on the team….though Iwaizumi is honestly the one to be looking at.” 

“Rude,” Kuroo huffed, “There’s a lot of other people to be interested in, you know.”

“Hopefully you don’t mean yourself,” you chuckled, dodging a playful hit on the arm from Kuroo. “But in all seriousness, a kissing booth?” Kuroo paused for a moment, seemingly mulling over a proper response, when Iwaizumi entered your frame of vision. 

There were times you wondered why Iwaizumi Hajime didn’t consider a career in modeling. From where he stood, the sunlight almost seemed to caress his skin, tanned and sun bronzed from a summer spent playing volleyball on the beach. Upon seeing you and Kuroo on the bench, he extended a quick wave before jogging over, arms flexing as he got closer. 

“Stop ogling him,” Kuroo smirked, “You could stand to be a bit less obvious.” “Shut up,” you muttered just as Iwaizumi ended his jog to stand in front of you. 

“Nice to see you here,” he beamed, his eyes meeting your own, “I barely see you around these days. Did Kuroo scare you away from the club?” “No not at all,” you smiled, moving your backpack to make space for the handsome spiker. Some of the students on the nearby path stopped to turn at the three of you, and Iwaizumi, none-the-wiser, took a swig from his water bottle. 

He was never aware of the effect he had on people. That was exactly what contributed to his charm. 

“Y/N wanted to know a bit more about the booth,” Kuroo started. “I think you’d explain it better than I could.” 

Iwaizumi raised a brow, “It’s just a club fundraiser. I mean, it's the only decent idea that Oikawa’s had in a while.”

“So he really was involved, huh.” You said (more to yourself than anyone else). The two men looked at you confusedly, before Kuroo finally spoke. 

“You know, you always seem to get a bit fidgety whenever someone mentions Oikawa. And you always try to be away from him when you come to our practices…were the two of you involved or something? Because if you were, I am honestly offended you didn’t tell me.” 

You aggressively shook your head no, warranting a chuckle from Iwaizumi. “Well, if they were, I think it’s had an impact. You start to see him for who he really is.” 

The three of you laughed, choosing to enjoy the fresh breeze. 

However, even despite the simple beauty of this moment, you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about the booth.

Oikawa stood at the front of the lecture hall, spinning his pen while meeting the eyes of his teammates. At his side was Kuroo’s flier, whimsically colorful in all the ways a magical kissing booth (like this one) was supposed to be. Iwaizumi sat in the front, close enough for Oikawa to catch the teasingly judgy stares of his best friend while he waited for everyone to settle down. 

Finding a free lecture hall had been no problem. All he’d had to do is smile nicely at a few eager students, verify with a few professors, and send a frantic “MEET NOW” to the club group chat. 

The real problem was convincing the rest of the team of this idea in the first place. 

“Hey guys,” he beamed, putting the flier down on the desk closest to him, “Thanks for showing up on such short notice. You guys are the best.” 

“We didn’t come for you,” Makki snickered. “We’re just here to see what crazy justification you have for this.” “Well,” he began, “We’ve been in the spotlight for quite some time now. A lot of us have been featured in the campus newspaper, we’ve made it onto our university’s podcast, and have you even seen the instagram fanpages for us? They’re absolutely insane. So, what better time to take advantage of this?” 

“And this has nothing to do at all with the rumors?” A voice asked. Oikawa turned to meet the eyes of Semi Eita, who sat on the left corner closest to the door. 

The team laughed as Oikawa shook his head in faux denial. “Absolutely not. Why would I ever do such a thing?” 

“Because you're smart!” Oikawa was almost surprised to hear the remark from Bokuto, who sat near Kuroo with his own flier. “And it’s a lot of fun.” 

The team murmured their respective agreements before the room fell silent again. Oikawa, ever the opportunist, slid into the silence with an explanation. 

“I was thinking we set it up as sort of a de-stress day after midterms. We could get the other clubs to join in their own mini fundraisers…like a carnival of sorts. We’ll set up the booth with colorful signs and posters, and we kiss based on the cash. We can take shifts to make sure the two of us aren’t running the whole show. All proceeds are for our matches and practice games. Sounds good?” “A question. Are you going to make people line up to kiss you?” Matsukawa asked casually. 

“You mean us Mattsun. And yeah, a line works just fine.” Oikawa stopped for a moment to admire the unanimous cooperation of his team. “I’ll talk to the other club leaders and see if we can come up with a date. If that’s all the questions you’ve got, I’ll see you at practice tomorrow!” 

With this, his team filed out the door. He caught Kuroo animatedly discussing a design to attract customers to their booth with Bokuto, mentioning that he had a friend who’d know just what to do about it. In the midst of his rant, he’d mentioned a name. 

Yours. A name he hadn’t realized he missed hearing. 

A faint smile crept onto his face at the thought.

Kuroo was a menace. From the minute he’d found you at the library, he’d been nagging you the entire day, practically begging for you to come to their practice. 

“Y/N please,” he whined, attempting his own version of a pout, “If you see us, you could help design the poster to attract customers.” “I don’t think you need help with that.” That much was true. Especially with Oikawa headlining the event. They were guaranteed strong profits. 

Somehow in the midst of all this pleading, you’d ended up right outside the gym. The sounds of volleyballs hitting the wooden floors resonated off the walls, the sound so clear that you could hear it from your spot near the door. 

“You planned this,” you glared, watching Kuroo’s smile twist into one of faux innocence. Bastard.  

“What can I say? I am the master of distraction.” He opened the door, swapping his shoes out at the front and walking into the gym to the greetings of his team. You followed closely behind him, carefully striding across the polished wood and shutting the door behind you. 

The gym had always been grand. Your university’s colors were plastered onto the bleachers, with a wide curtain separating the different sides of the gym. There was space – so much of it – and the team spread out to practice various skills. 

For a brief moment, you allowed yourself the childish awe of standing in a space so big. 

“I forgot how long it’s been since you’ve been here,” a voice greeted, “But it’s good to see you Y/N.” You knew that voice. You’d know that voice like the moon knew the stars. You’d know it anywhere. 

“Oikawa,” you said, turning to acknowledge the brown-haired setter. “Long time no see.”

As much as you didn’t want to, you drank him in. He seemed to be in high spirits this afternoon, hair artfully tousled in the way he always did, and lips so perfectly smooth that they seemed out of a Chapstick ad. 

“You don’t really come around anymore,” He said, taking to walking with you around the gym (much to your own surprise). “I was getting a bit worried actually.” 

“What do you mean?” You stared at a spot a bit beyond the setter, watching Bokuto’s cross court spike slam into the floor with dizzying speed. 

“Well….we talked a bunch. And you came here at the beginning of the year. You suddenly stopped though….so I wondered if something happened.” 

“You noticed?” You scoffed. “I’m surprised you paid attention.” 

“Why wouldn’t I pay attention?” Oikawa raised a brow in confusion before suddenly, the answer seemed to smack him in the face. “You’re petty about that?”

“You barely paid me any mind,” was all you said, meeting Oikawa’s warm gaze, “It was like we’d never met at all.”

You’d met Oikawa Tooru on the flight to university. You’d waved your family goodbye at the gate, hugging them tight to your chest and memorizing the feel of them against you. 

You walked steadily, pulling your suitcase along as you made your way to the security check in. 

“Everything goes in a bag! Belts, shoes, phones! Take off your shoes and step aside. Laptops can stay in your bags! Move along!” 

You hauled your suitcase into the bin, placed your phone and wallet beside it and sent it over to the TSA associate, taking a minute to place your jacket and shoes into another bin and sending that over too. 

The gray bins were plain, old and rackety and classic, comparable to a washed out 1930’s movie. You trodded through the metal detector, feeling the cold floor through your socks. 

When you finally made it through check in, you were met with a TSA associate over your bag, looking straight at you as if you’d committed some heinous crime. 

“Excuse me,” the TSA officer asked, gesturing to your bags, “Are these your bags?” 

“Yes,” you affirmed, almost nervously. “Is there an issue?” 

“You seem to have some liquid above the restricted amount. I’m going to have to take a look.” 

For a moment, you were startled. What did you even bring? You’d diligently packed your belongings and made sure everything was secure….surely there had to be some mistake. 

Your breath wavered the minute the officer pulled out your favorite body wash. 

In the midst of your packing, you’d forgotten you’d slipped it into your carry on. 

“Oh.” Your voice shook as you meant the TSA officer’s eyes, “I’m sorry. That’s my favorite one.” 

“I’m sorry.” For a moment, it almost seemed like the man had sympathy for you, “But I’m going to have to ask you to pour half of it out. If you refuse that, you’re going to have to give it away.” 

Every step towards the outside garbage felt like a punch to the chest. While you kept composed on the outside, pouring away half of your prized wash felt miserable. 

A dying rose. A dying star. Something dying slowly and surely inside. 

Now you’d have to get another one. Brand new packaging lost to your honest mistake. 

This sucked ass. 

You meandered through the security area again, more ghost than person and collected the rest of your belongings. While your voice wavered, you didn’t shed a tear, and simply walked along. 

Somehow, in the midst of all your wandering,  you ended up in the departure lounge. In front of you were an array of connected seats with their generic cushioning and the customary TV screens telling you what flight was taking off when. 

The glass paneled windows to your right showcased the hangar, and from your spot, you could see planes parked out in front. The sun set down in the distance, leaving a watercolor blend of pinks and oranges in its wake. 

You could almost call it picturesque. 

You leaned your suitcase against a wall for a moment, scanning the lounge for an available corner. Unfortunately, your plane was packed. 

The chatter of students was overwhelming, and without a choice, you settled into a seat at the far corner of the lounge next to a pretty-boy who you were certain wouldn't speak to you. 

They normally never did. Why should it be any different now? And honestly, you didn’t want to talk. 

“This plane is probably fully booked.” A voice (the perfect blend of warm and deep) said. You turned to meet the eyes of said pretty boy, a surprisingly lovely shade of brown. Light and bright and inviting. Almost like a mocha. Or a latte. 

“Tell me about it,” you laughed, slightly amused by the novelty of the situation. It wasn’t common for pretty boys to talk to you. Even less common for you to entertain any conversation, especially when you felt the way you did.  “When I waved ‘goodbye’ to my family, I wasn’t expecting this much of a crowd to tell them about.” 

“Yeah?” Oikawa smiled, the corners of his mouth lifting upwards invitingly. “I was more surprised at the lack of seats.” 

“You’d think they’d anticipate a college student stampede.” 

Oikawa laughed, the amusement lighting up his whole face. It was a simple laugh — chiming and lovely in the way that all laughs were, but you were certain you’d do anything to hear that again. 

His presence had a way of putting you at ease. 

The two of you coincidentally had seats right next to each other on the flight. As the plane lifted off, you snapped a picture of the city lights, twinkling their tiny goodbyes as they faded from view.

The cabin’s lights were dimmed, yet even in the haziness, you could make out the features of the boy next to you. 

High cheekbones. A defined cupid’s bow. Lips that seemed even softer than the lather of that soap you loved so much. 

You’d mourn your soap later. Even if it was an object, your attachment to it simply showed a care for your belongings. 

What could be more human than that? 

Oikawa turned to you, gaze friendly as the plane began its mounting ascent. 

“You know, the TSA can be real dicks sometimes.” 

What the fuck. Who was he? A psychic?

“What did they do to you?”

“They made me pour out half my expensive hair gel. I insisted it fit the requirements but they refused to accommodate me. So mean.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the pout he wore. It seemed even someone as vivacious as Oikawa couldn’t charm himself out of aviation regulations. 

Somehow the whole thing made you feel a lot better. 

You and Oikawa (Tooru as he later insisted) shared many conversations throughout the flight. Some revolved around human existentialism (with him quoting the “we were infinite” from The Perks of Being a Wallflower). Some revolved around space. 

Some even revolved around clubs, with him sharing high school volleyball stories and pledging your university’s team to greatness. 

When fatigue finally claimed you, the comfort of his shoulder was unmatched by anything you’d ever felt. He’d extended an invite for you to come and see them practice anytime, and laid his own head atop of yours. 

Of course, when you showed up for said practice, so had a bunch of other fans. He’d barely spared you a glance, let alone spoke to you when you’d tried to seek him out. 

A grand gym and an even grander boy. 

You just avoided him after that.

“Im really sorry about that,” Oikawa said. While his expressions were genuine, you weren’t sure how much you were going to trust it. Certainly, in all the time you’d spent apart, he must have changed at least a bit. 

To think he was the exact same boy who you met on the plane would be foolish.

“Yeah, water under the bridge.” 

“No, not really.” Oikawa paused to study your expression. Beneath all of your nonchalance was something fragile. Admiration? Loathing? He doubted it. “How long did you plan on avoiding me?”

“As long as I needed to.” You answered matter-of-factly. “Then again, that was when I thought you’d forgotten about me.” 

“How could I ever do that?” Oikawa’s expression morphed into a worried one, eyebrows knitted together and mouth downturned as if to say damn that’s an accusation. 

“Well-“

“Look I meant to seek you out after that day. I saw you there, wanted to come over, but at that point you’d gone off to continue chatting with Kuroo and met Iwa. And classes exist.”

“Okay. Water under the bridge for real.” 

His eyes lit up. “You mean it?” 

You nodded in approval, only to be dragged away by Kuroo, who’d suddenly appeared behind you. 

“What the fuck?” You yelled, not caring much for your use of profanities. Some of the nearby team members snickered as you were pulled to the corner of the gym, in front of an array of poster boards. 

“What?” Kuroo asked, “You and Oikawa seem to be fine now, so I thought I could ask you some questions about stuff that really matters. Namely posters.” 

You were met with various shapes and sizes of poster boards. Some were Elmers Tri-Folds. Some were the cheap foam boards you sometimes saw while grocery shopping. 

“If you want a design for your freaking booth,” you began, looking at Kuroo, “Give me some time.”

Oikawa was in the podcast studio. The room was secluded, plastered with posters and heart decals of all shapes and colors. Right beside the door was a framed picture of the volleyball team, with their silly faces frozen in motion. 

Shimizu Kiyoko walked out from behind the desk, nonchalantly acknowledging Oikawa with a nod. “Oikawa, what can I do for you?” 

“Hey,” he winked, unaffected by her lack of reaction, “Have any idea where I can find your host. I’d like her to do me a favor.”

“Advertising.” Kiyoko said bluntly. “I don’t think your booth needs any more attention. Our socials have covered it already.” 

“We always love the extra coverage.” 

“Doesn’t your friend help with all the designs? I think they’d be the perfect candidate to help with all this.”

“Y/N?” He asked, almost dumbfounded by how obvious that answer was. 

“Yes,” Kiyoko smiled. “They’re very nice. I’ve seen you talk a few times, though it honestly seems like they don’t like you very much.” 

“Not true.” He huffed. 

“Well it makes sense. Especially if the rumors are true.” 

People saw Kiyoko’s beauty and shyness and mistook her for a soft and innocent podcast manager. 

Anyone who’d dealt with her enough knew she was actually a force to be reckoned with. 

“The rumors are whatever you make of them. I’m simply an opportunist.” 

Kiyoko chuckled and for a moment, Oikawa felt accomplished. “You don’t need to tell me this. I already know.” 

He leaned against the door, and stretched out his arms in front of him before resting them at his sides again. “Would you at least consider telling the main host to help us out?” 

Kiyoko shuffled the papers in her hands, before meeting his eyes. “I won’t give any guarantees, but something tells me that if you do set up a de-stress carnival, your club will be the central focus of our broadcast.” 

“Thank you!” He beamed, feeling like a weight had been lifted off his chest. “I could kiss you for that.”

“No thank you,” Kiyoko declined, “I’m not interested in confirming the rumors.” 

As Oikawa left the studio, Kiyoko walked into the recording room, a tiny smile on her lips.

Your Canva page lay woefully blank before you.

You’d promised Kuroo a design if he gave you time and Kuroo, ever the considerate friend, actually stopped bothering you about the poster. He seemed to trust in Oikawa’s judgment, and it seemed that the rest of the volleyball club did too. 

As a token of thanks, you’d come to the library, your brain and Pinterest providing you at least a vague idea of what it was you wanted to do. However, when it came time to put pen to paper (or more fittingly, hand to mousepad), it seemed that your ideas had been wiped clean. 

Your disappointment felt like a leaky faucet. Despite the minuteness of the feeling, it seemed to pool the more you thought about the situation. While designing was never an obligation, you owed it to your friends. 

You sighed, placing your bag onto the hardwood library table and casting your eyes outside. A slowly setting sun was what greeted you, a medley of pinks and oranges appearing onto a slowly disappearing blue sky. 

How cliche. Considering one's disappointments next to a sunset. 

“Y/N?” A voice called, almost saccharine in the silence of your surroundings. 

And there he was. Draped in the setting sun like a painted figure, cloaked in a veil of sunlight that skimmed his skin like silk. Oikawa’s eyes were almost honey colored in that lighting, and beneath the darkened shelves, he was almost a mystical apparition. 

“Oikawa,” was all you said, cursing every possible force for him appearing now, looking like that, when you barely had anything to show for it. 

“Kuroo told me you’d offered to help us put together some signs for the de-stress carnival.” Oikawa walked over, stepping away from the sunlight and placing his bag down at your table, opting for a seat across from you. “Which, in case you were wondering, I got approval for. A lot of the other clubs are going to be there.” 

“That’s good.” You allowed yourself a glance at him. Your pettiness had all but dissipated, but you were still wary of looking at him for too long. He was like the sun, golden and lustrous and magnetic. You weren’t quite ready to be pulled into his orbit. 

“So,” Oikawa said, taking a glance at your computer screen, “Rough designing?” 

“Yeah. Inspiration has been hard to find and your club is counting on me.” 

“If it means anything to you, we wouldn’t have asked for you to do it if we didn’t believe in you.” You looked up to see Oikawa’s gaze set firmly on your own, as if tracking your expressions. Under his stare, you felt raw. Vulnerable. If you were a cake, and he was cutting you open. 

You weren’t sure what to say. 

A beat of silence permeated the space between you, and the two of you made no effort to stop it. It was somewhat comforting. Unsaid words of yours were understood by him.

“It feels like a lot of pressure,” you finally admitted, letting out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. “I want it to be worth your while.” 

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Oikawa was closer. His breath was soft, fanning over the side of your cheek like a secret. 

“I’m not sure.” Your voice was nothing more than a whisper. 

Oikawa paused for a moment, as if contemplating something before decisively placing his hand on top of yours.

For a moment, you were startled by the warmth of his palm, grounding you in some way that didn’t quite make sense to you yet. Something about this was intimate in all the ways it shouldn’t be. Amidst a darkening sky and a slowly dimming library, you could almost consider this clandestine. 

You waited for the rustle of a book’s pages or the resounding footsteps of the librarian to break down the moment, but they never came.  

Oikawa looked at you, seemingly memorizing your features. He said nothing, but a slight smile appeared on his face the second he spotted a stray lock of hair by your ear. You could feel your face progressively heating with every moment spent in this proximity. 

Damn celebrity setters. Damn stupid stupid beautiful men who do this. Damn that Oikawa Tooru. 

Gently, as if touching something fragile, Oikawa smoothed down your hair, brushing the tip of your ear with his fingertips. He held your gaze fondly before suddenly, making an incredulous face. 

“What the-“ He said, looking at your hair again. “It’s back up again.” He looked at his hands in horror, as if their magic didn’t work. “Damn it, that’s not how that goes.” 

You couldn’t stop the laughter from erupting out of you at his antics, You swiftly flattened that pesky strand and looked back at him, feeling the amusement pool in your chest at his dismayed expression. 

“Sorry man,” you laughed, syllables coming out breathless, “Sometimes stuff doesn’t go to plan.” 

Oikawa seemed like he wanted to melt into the floor, and feeling the need for some fresh air, you dragged him out of the library. Upon leaving the double doors (and air conditioning), you were met by the lit sidewalk and found the wooden benches by the line of trees. 

You sat down, gesturing for him to join you. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this one before,” Oikawa mentioned off-handedly, “I mean I’m here a lot, but I’m not sure when this was put here.” 

“It’s been here…?” 

Oikawa sighed, tilting his gaze to the now dark sky. “You do have an eye for good things.” 

You raised a brow. “What does that even mean?” 

“The stuff you make is adorable. And Kuroo’s always said that everywhere he brings us are all places you found.” 

“Really?” You leaned your upper body onto the bench. “I didn’t expect credit from him.” 

“He cares about you,” Oikawa said. “He gave a lot of shit when he realized that we’d talked on our plane and then not again. But I deserved that.” 

“I was petty. But it’s not like I can actually walk up to you.” 

“What?” Oikawa seemed puzzled, as if this was something impossible for him to fathom. “Why not? I don’t think I’m that bad.” 

“Iwaizumi says otherwise.” 

“Mean. But seriously, why?” 

You’d forgotten how refreshing Oikawa was. Even though you were sitting on a bench, you felt practically weightless. 

“Rumors,” was all you said, gesturing to him. 

Understanding seemed to flash into his eyes, and slowly, like connecting pieces of a puzzle, it all fell into place. He paused for a moment before meeting your eyes with a grin. 

“You know they’re just rumors right?” He smirked, “I went to a party a while back to kick off club season. There was this one girl who really wasn’t leaving me alone, so I ended up leaving. Turns out she’d told her friends that she and I made out at the party and gave me a whole lot more credit than I was expecting. Not that I mind making out, but I’m picky.” 

“Picky how?” You asked, words leaving your mouth before you even had the chance to think them over. 

“Picky as in there’s really only one person I’ve even wanted to kiss since I got here but haven’t got the chance to. I’m hoping they come to the booth. Just so I’ll get to know what that’s like.” 

You felt a subtle twist of something in your chest, though you weren’t sure what to make of it. Of course he had his eye on somebody. It was bound to happen eventually. 

“Why are you making a booth to do mass kissing then?” A valid follow up question. A guy like him could successfully pull whenever he wanted to. 

“Because I’m an opportunist,” he sighed, “And I’m not even sure if I can make a move properly. I don’t function like I normally do when they’re around.” 

“Of course you can. Anybody would say yes to you, Tooru.” 

With this, something in him seemed to snap and he immediately pulled you closer, your faces just an inch apart. His hands were firm around your waist, and the sensation was nearly searing. You could feel everything, from his hands to his breath to even the way his eyes seemed to scan your face. 

The way he looked at you now was like worship. 

“What are you doing?” You whispered shakily. With him all around you you could barely breathe, let alone think. 

“Making a move.” His eyes were on your lips. His hand gently left your waist to skim your arm before placing a hand on your cheek. “May I?” 

Your nod was nearly imperceptible before he captured your lips in yours. 

Soft, was your first thought as you felt his lips brush yours ever so lightly. You leaned into him, relishing the vaguely sweet taste of strawberry Chapstick on his lips as you swiped your tongue over his lips. 

Oikawa Tooru was a mystic. His fingers tangled in your hair and his lips searched for yours as if he was a lost man and you were his savior. He traced the curve of your waist and kissed you passionately, nibbling your lips when you pulled at his shirt. 

You could kiss him forever. You moved to nip at the tip of his ear, and his shaky breath had you considering if you should bite down harder. He pulled you back in and you melted into the feel of his lips and hands and the way his touch seemed to awaken something inside you. 

The way he held you was reverent. 

When you finally split for air, Oikawa held you close, his smile never wavering. He rubbed a thumb across your cheek, and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. 

“That was magical,” you murmured into his shirt, and you couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit happy to hear the laugh you liked so much. 

You reckoned you’d be able to put together a solid design after tonight.

Oikawa had a skip in his step the following morning. He’d aced every assessment, finished all his homework, and made major breakthroughs at practice. His sets to Bokuto were so flawless that Bokuto could hardly believe he’d made those shots. 

Everyone on the volleyball team was certain that something had happened, but Oikawa refused to let up. 

He didn’t kiss and tell after all. 

“What is up with you?” Iwaizumi asked good-naturedly, tipping back a water bottle. “You’ve been in a surprisingly good mood all morning.” 

“It’s been a good day,” Oikawa smiled, offering no other details while picking up a few stray balls on the court. The gym floor seemed exceptionally shiny today. He’d be sure to thank whoever waxed the floor for their services when he could. 

“Something definitely happened.” Kuroo chimed in, scrutinizing Oikawa like he was something under a microscope. “The question is what.” 

“Am I not allowed to have good days?” 

“No you are,” Kuroo smirked, “But a day this good only happens after a sudden surge in popularity which —last time I checked— didn’t happen, or……did you make some breakthrough?” 

“With my sets, yes.” 

“No,” Kuroo smiled knowingly. “I’m gonna curse them out for not telling me anything.” 

Oikawa hid his surprise with a flash of indifference, though internally he cursed the middle blocker. It seemed that he was just as good at reading people as he was at read blocking. 

Iwaizumi caught on almost immediately, casting his eyes to his longtime friend, who all of a sudden, was acting like a deer in headlights. He found it odd that the nature of your relationship with Oikawa had transformed seemingly overnight. 

It seemed that you never truly harbored any resentment against him. 

Still, he resolved to approach you about it as soon as he could. 

The minute that you walked through the gym’s double doors, the entire team thought that they’d summoned you with all the prying they were doing. You hauled something large through the door and placed it against the wall, proud of yourself for the herculean effort it took to bring it through. 

The minute he registered your presence, Oikawa’s face looked like a puff of cotton candy. His cheeks were rosy with all the teasing and the memories of last night, and when he saw what it was that you’d leaned against the wall, he thought he should run over and kiss you out of pride. 

“Good morning guys,” you beamed, a smile so radiant that Oikawa had suddenly lost all the focus he’d had all morning. 

“Morning Y/N,” Iwaizumi greeted, walking over to greet you with a hug and a slight gesture to the object that was now leaning against the wall. “Is this it?” 

You nodded excitedly. “I got the inspiration to put it together last night. I think it captures the magic of the booth.” 

Iwaizumi leaned to flip over the posterboard and decided that he’d never seen anything more fitting in his entire life. 

The sign was a pastel wonder, a pale blue at the bottom and moving to a light pink at the top. Across the poster were small and light volleyballs, somewhat transparent against the background as if the pattern was a part of it. The borders of the poster were filled with various lip prints (and even funnier, some hidden Chapsticks).

The font at the center was a far cry from the scrawling archaic font that Kuroo had used on their initial flyers. It was a simple block font, a shade of pink with a glow filter and a pattern that made it look like a light-up sign on the part that really mattered.

The Volleyball Club presents, the poster read, written in a smaller font. Right below that, the light up letters spelled out The Mystic Kissbooth. Help kiss us to greatness. 

The team crowded around the board, marveling at both its quality and its thoughtfulness. 

“Y/N….” Bokuto trailed off, his eyes nearly bursting with amazement, “This is crazy!” 

“Yeah,” Semi added, “This is ridiculously good. Kuroo, where the hell have you been keeping them.” 

Kuroo simply crossed his arms and smiled with pride. He’d always believed in you. 

Oikawa stood shell-shocked at your work, feeling all the days of preparation finally coming together. He looked at you and smiled a smile so genuine, you were glad you’d finally pulled through. 

You looked to the floor bashfully for a moment before meeting the team’s eyes with renewed confidence. “Thank you. I’m glad to help.” 

Iwaizumi stood at your side, smiling fondly at you before turning his gaze to Oikawa. “Hey. Oikawa. What is the deal with the de-stress carnival? When is it, where is it, and where are we setting up?” 

Oikawa, still elated, looked around the gym at the team. “If you want details, I think we should call another meeting.” 

”That is a great idea,” you chimed in. 

“Wanna join?” Oikawa asked (hopefully). 

”I’m sorry, I don’t think I can. I’ve got a date with Kiyoko.” 

The team went silent. “You have a what?!”

The evening hues only made Kiyoko more beautiful. She was dressed casually, wearing classic blue jeans, a tank top, and a cardigan that only accentuated her figure. When she saw you approaching her, a smile appeared on her face instantaneously. 

“Y/N!” She greeted, “It’s good to see you.” 

You jogged up to her and pulled her into a friendly hug. “It’s good to see you too!”

You and Kiyoko fell into step naturally, opting to have dinner at one of your favorite places outside of campus. It was a quick walk from where you’d chosen to meet up, and in such good weather, it was a crime not to spend more time together. 

“I have a lot to tell you about,” Kiyoko began, “Starting with Oikawa Tooru. He showed up in my room and asked for the host. He’s got to know it’s me right?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I know you use a modulator to stay under wraps so people take the podcast seriously, but he’s had a very good track record for being perceptive.” 

“That’s a pain” she sighed, “I hope he’s not going to spread it around.” 

“He won��t,” you assured her, “Oikawa can understand rumors better than anyone.” 

Kiyoko smiled relievedly, though she raised a brow at the mention of rumors. “Are those true?” 

You fought the heat that seemed to emerge onto your face the minute she mentioned that. You just hoped it would go unnoticed by her. 

Her blue eyes, unfortunately, were just as perceptive as they were pretty. 

She smirked, crossing her arms and stopping on the sidewalk path. “When did that happen?” 

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s keep walking.” You wish your voice had come out more strongly than a murmur. 

“When?” 

“Last night.” Damn Kiyoko for getting answers out of you. 

“And…?” She raised her brows expectantly. 

“Rumors are baseless but I confirm them. He is magical.” 

“I ought to say something about that,” she giggled, and you wanted to bury yourself into your hands to avoid her teasing. 

“Shush.” 

The two of you had a lovely dinner and opted to grab a quick drink from the speciality beverage store next door. Kiyoko grabbed a strawberry milkshake and you opted for a tropical fruit floater that they’d just created. Thanks to Kiyoko, both drinks were on the house. 

She nursed the straw between her lips and took a drag of her milkshake before meeting your eyes. “I have some information on the de-stress carnival.” 

You urged her to continue, and Kiyoko did. 

“Looks like Oikawa and the other members of clubs decided to officially name it the Cool Down Carnival. They’re just going to refer to it as Cool Down for ease. They’re planning to organize it the Saturday after midterms and they’ve been working on concessions like cotton candy, caramel apples, popcorn, and a whole boatload of stuff. Administration is also totally fine with this.” 

“Wow,” was all you could say as a response. You were honestly impressed with Oikawa. He put so much thought and care into a silly rumor that had transformed into one of the school’s biggest upcoming events. He was an alchemist of opportunities, taking a rumor of lead and transforming it to gold. 

“Yeah,” Kiyoko nodded, “I’ll get social media to cover it for me. So far, nobody doubts that I’m the manager of the ‘Cast, so it should be fairly reasonable for me to do.” 

“Out of curiosity, do you know anything about how they’re planning to do the shifts of the booth?” 

“All I know for certain is that Oikawa said he probably wasn’t gonna do a headlining shift…or a shift at all. A lot of the other members were perfectly fine with taking this on, but there has been some backlash.” 

He was planning on not headlining the booth?

Your heart was suddenly very warm and fuzzy in your chest. 

Kiyoko knowingly smiled at you before tipping at the front register and dragging you outside. The breeze was oddly pleasant, something a bit uncommon for this time of year. It was approaching colder weather, but it felt nearly spring-like. 

“The weather isn’t making sense,” you said, enjoying the feeling of freedom that came with nighttime out. 

“It hasn’t been making sense,” Kiyoko smiled, “We’re anticipating a fresh fair.” 

Springs and falls blended together. You found a beautiful leaf on the sidewalk and pressed it to your palm, preserving the feel and look in your memory. 

“I’m looking forward to it,” you’d finally tell Kiyoko as you parted ways, meaning each and every word.

When Oikawa had showed up at your doorstep in the morning, your sleep-addled brain could barely fathom the reason as to why he would do such a thing. 

That was, until he walked into your room carrying breakfast in a brown bag. 

“Good morning Y/N.” He said, voice still slightly raspy from a good night of sleep. (You weren’t going to forget how that sounded forever). 

You greeted him with a morning greeting of your own and sat on your bed, stretching your limbs and analyzing the boy who—at this present moment—seemed like the happiest guy on earth. 

“Feel free to help yourself,” Oikawa grinned, grabbing a bagel and a pack of cream cheese from the bag. “I have some updates for you.” 

“Does it have to do with the Cool Down?” You walked over to the bag and grabbed something you liked from the inside. 

“Wow. How did you know about the name?” 

“I have my sources,” you winked. 

Oikawa simply laughed. “I know it’s Kiyoko dumbass. She’s one of the sneakiest podcast hosts of all time.” 

“So you do know.” 

“Obviously.” Oikawa lounged on the chair in your corner. “Nobody else is ever working in that office. She should get some people to join her.” 

You nodded and shifted to sit next to him on the couch. His warmth was a surprisingly pleasant addition into the morning, and you found yourself leaning into him. He didn’t make any move to stop it, opting to pull you in and place his arm over you. 

“We have classes soon,” you said groggily, “But I don’t want to move.” 

“We don’t have to right now.” 

“Thanks Tooru.” 

“Of course, Y/N.” He smiled. “Though we do have an afternoon meeting on how to divide the shifts. I’m not sure what we’re going to be doing about me.” 

You suddenly felt a lot more awake. You shifted your weight onto your unsupported arm and looked up at Oikawa. “Are you planning to take a shift?” 

Oikawa shifted nervously in his seat. “I’m not sure. I may have to for the sake of demand. Everyone is expecting me to live up to the expectation. I think we would be less successful without my involvement.” 

You felt a twist of something. Not jealously, but not comfort either. Something between the two. You rose away from Oikawa, walking over to the opposite side of the room where your bed was and met his eyes. 

“Do you really have to?” you asked, feeling partially unfair. There was nothing official between the two of you at the moment, but you’d thought after the kiss two nights ago…..you thought you had a chance. 

“I might,” he gulped, “But you know you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted to kiss.” 

You sighed exasperatedly. “I know that you came up with this as a business opportunity and because you thought we’d never…get anywhere, but a long shift is going to be a lot of people.” 

“I know,” he sighed, meeting your eyes with an expression in his own that looked a lot like sadness. “But the fundraiser might just have to come first for now— no that’s not what I—“ 

“Please leave,” you said, voice wavering a bit, “I don’t want to deal with the whole priorities thing right now. We can say we kissed once for fun. Headline it if you must. Later Oikawa.” 

You turned away from him and walked towards your closet to find appropriate clothes for the day. You couldn’t even stand to look at him right now. Things would become too complicated for you to handle. 

“Y/N, I’m really sorry.” Oikawa said from behind you, “That is genuinely not what I meant.” 

You turned to face him again, not even able to meet his eyes. “There’s got to be some semblance of truth in what you said earlier. You love your team Oikawa. They are important. I don’t expect you to throw away opportunities for me. We’re not even dating.” You laughed dryly. “I’d like a bit of space. We can talk a bit later.” 

Oikawa seemed like he had a lot more to say, but he wordlessly slipped out of the door, leaving your room noticeably empty. 

Once he’d left for certain, you collapsed onto the floor and let loose the dam of tears you’d held in for so long.

When Iwaizumi found you in the library, he knew immediately that something was wrong. Your eyes were reddened ever so slightly, covered over by a splash of cold water to the face (most likely), and your usual cheerfulness when you greeted him was a lot less lively. 

He took the seat beside you, surprised by your lack of response. 

”Hajime,” you said softly, turning over to smile sadly at him, “Good to see you here.” 

Correction: something was horrifically wrong. 

“What happened?” He asked softly, wondering what was enough to dampen your normally resilient spirit.  

“Fucking Oikawa,” you laughed sarcastically, “Look at me saying I’d never get caught up in his web, and then doing exactly that.” 

Iwaizumi wrinkled his brow. That day on the bench, he’d known enough to discern that you and Oikawa had some sort of history. That much continued to be made obvious by Oikawa’s constant urge to see you and include you in everything that he and Kuroo didn’t think was important enough to invite you to. 

However, he wasn’t sure when you and Oikawa became more than a past set of acquaintances….and that stung a little. He understood your reasoning though. Especially if it was as complicated as you seemed to feel at the moment. 

“Were you guys dating?”

“No.” You turned to face him in full, and he was struck by the magnitude of just how magnetic you were. Iwaizumi was guilty of being stuck in your orbit. “Just a kiss. Because he sweet talked me into thinking he wanted something.”

“Knowing him, he probably did.” Iwaizumi said, “Oikawa has a tendency to be obsessive to get what he wants, but also be blinded by obligations. This was definitely about him headlining the booth, right?” 

You nodded, feeling a sudden tightness in your throat at the thought. You weren’t ready to confront the morning’s events quite yet. 

“That dumbass,” Iwaizumi groaned, “If he’d told us that he liked you and had actually managed to make a move we would’ve gladly taken his shift! Who gives a fuck about what the college body wants? Half of them thirst over everyone!” You laughed a bit at the truth of that statement. “Yeah, and Kiyoko told me she was also planning on making a little appearance.” 

At this Iwaizumi raised his brow. “Oh that’s about to be carnage.” 

“Absolutely,” you giggled, “Who knows? Maybe you’ll be the lucky person.” Iwaizumi laughed, a sound that was low and sweet and comforting. “I think I’ll leave it to some of the other boys. They deserve a chance after all.” 

The two of you grinned at the mental imagery of the team fighting for a chance to interact with your beautiful friend, and suddenly, Oikawa’s shittiness seemed like something far less relevant. 

Still, even with the humor of the situation came the very uncomfortable realization that you and Oikawa–-whatever you were–-were done if you didn’t come to some consensus. 

You shoved your hands into your face, wondering how the hell you’d managed to go from avoidant and unattached to too attached. Maybe the rumors had some merit. A kiss from Oikawa was all that it took to get so jumbled. 

Iwaizumi’s warm palm on your back was what brought you back to your senses. He rubbed his slow circles and sat there patiently until you emerged from your cover of shame. 

“What am I going to do?” you asked, voice raw and vulnerable and everything you’d rather it not have been. 

“Whatever you want to do.” Iwaizumi’s gaze was genuine, soft eyes studying you. “You’re entitled to your own decisions. Kuroo and I would never ditch you for Shitty you know.” 

“It’s for the team,” you whispered, feeling tears threatening to spill over your cheeks. Your vision was hazy, and you blinked slowly to clear the water from your eyes. “So then why do I feel like this?” 

“Because you care about him, Y/N.” Iwaizumi squeezed your shoulder affectionately, “You and him clearly bonded on some intergalactic level, so having that be suddenly shattered in favor of something seemingly less important is going to feel like shit. In fact, he is the real piece of crap here.” “The team matters.” “The team is all about relationships.” Iwaizumi said firmly. “I have a hunch there’s someone in this tournament that he needs to beat. That’s why he’s been obsessively orchestrating the perfect way to raise money to have a practice match beforehand. Still, I won’t deny it. Oikawa is an idiot for doing this to you. You have all the rights to move on with your life.” 

“I think I’m gonna take my space from him for a few days,” you eventually responded. “I think I’ll also not visit the booth. I’ll give Kuroo the sign in advance so he can help with setting up?” 

Iwaizumi nodded solemnly. “If that’s what you need to do, I’ll be your number one supporter. I’d still love it if you could stop by though. We love having you around.” 

You nodded at him. “I’ll be there for you and Kuroo. Always. And you guys can hang out with me at the Cool Down when you’re off shift.” 

“Of course,” Iwaizumi smiled, “For you? Anything.”

“How do you say, ‘I’m angry’ in French?” The ping of the recording microphone tapped on as Oikawa paced quickly around his room. 

“Je suis fâché.” 

“How do you say, ‘I like to go out with my friends’ in French?” “J’aime sortir avec mes amis.” 

“How do you say, ‘I went to my friend’s house’ in French?” 

“Je ne veux pas continuer.” 

“Oui Monsieur. À Bientôt!” His phone’s recording feature switched off, leaving him in a silent room once again. 

He was regretful, so much so that he paced around in his room in the hopes that it would give him some sort of clarity. As much as he wanted to approach you, he knew you weren’t ready to talk to him right now. 

“Shittykawa,” he heard from his door, opening with a subtlety and closing with a bang. Classic Iwa move. 

He turned to face his best friend, who at this moment, seemed to be quite irritated with him. He could feel the lecture as certain as one could feel a thunderstorm in the air. 

Iwaizumi stood, arms crossed in Oikawa’s room, leaning against the wall and pinning him with a look so strong it might as well have been a thumbtack. Oikawa felt rooted in place, and all the words he initially planned on saying left his mouth. 

“So Ushijima Wakatoshi happens to be at a school just a bit over,” Iwa started, “I did my research. Why not play a practice match with them to start to see their setting style? Break down their setter, practice receiving from a left-handed person, and maybe we can beat him, right?” 

Oikawa sighed, feeling all the fight leave his body. He made his way over to his pale blue rug and sat down. “I know. It’s ridiculous.” 

“What’s ridiculous is what you did to Y/N.” Iwaizumi glared at him. “If you’d said something about liking them and actually successfully getting them to like you, then we would’ve been perfectly capable of handling the shifts. Hell, even Kiyoko is coming. That alone will give people incentive to come and kiss us.” 

“I made a mistake,” Oikawa cringed. He didn’t even want to think about the morning. What was intended to be a romantic gesture ended up being a horrible memory. His attempts to distract himself were futile, and he couldn’t help but wonder how Iwaizumi had found you. “But they probably don’t want to talk to me.” 

Iwaizumi looked at Oikawa sadly. “They’re planning on skipping the booth. They’ve already decided to give their poster to Kuroo so he can help us with set-up. So don’t plan on seeing them.” 

He grimaced. “Not coming? Really?” 

Iwaizumi nodded. “I was pretty unhappy about it, but we’ve got to give them space to process everything.” The minute you’d smiled at him in the airport, talking about “college stampedes,” Oikawa knew he wanted nothing more but to know you better. He’d thanked every lucky star for the seats you had next to each other and relished every moment spent with you. 

He wondered why you avoided him for the next months, always daydreaming about what he’d say to you when you finally reappeared at practices. He’d searched for you in your classes, but he always missed you. 

When you walked into the gym on that fateful day, he thought he had a genuine chance. You were perfect. Your thoughts were exquisite, your smile radiant, and everything about you felt right. When he kissed you, he could’ve screamed to the heavens that his heart was yours. 

Perhaps that was why his heart seemed to tear a bit at Iwaizumi’s declaration. You wanted to move on from this. 

“Oikawa…you can still fix this you know?” Iwaizumi pulled him up from the rug, noting the reignited spark in his eyes. “You should probably get the fair set up, find Y/N, and explain yourself. I’m certain they’ll understand.” 

“It’s the least I can do,” he said solemnly, “And if they still decide they want nothing to do with me, at least I did my part.”

You found him at Kuroo’s place at night when you’d stepped through his door uninvited (like you did at times). In your hands was your laptop, a few pencils, and the sign you’d made for the booth. The last thing you’d expected was to see the person you’d been trying so desperately to avoid. 

Oikawa, for a moment, looked like he’d seen a ghost. He looked at the door, brown eyes concerned and scanning you as if you’d just walked in through the wall. 

Nobody said anything. You stood still, too shell-shocked to process the fact that a night before the Cool Down, Oikawa was spending time with Kuroo. In fact, you could barely believe Kuroo had ever allowed Oikawa into his place in the first place, especially when he knew that you were planning on popping in at some point. 

Kuroo’s eyes followed your gaze, finding it landing right on the floor next to Oikawa (as opposed to straight at him). 

“Well,” Kuroo began softly, “I didn’t warn either of you.” 

“You could have,” you said, looking back at Kuroo, “I would’ve liked to know before I got here.” “But then you would have never showed up.” Oikawa’s voice was clear, slicing through the silence of the room with a blade of decisiveness that you hadn’t heard from him. He looked you over, seemingly analyzing your health since the day he’d fucked up. 

“I wasn’t planning on running into you,” you admitted, finding the courage to meet his eyes. “In fact, I was literally just coming to drop off the sign for your booth, talk to my best friend, and then go to bed.” 

“Please let me explain myself.” Everything about Oikawa seemed pleading. His face harbored an expression of guilt so boundless that you weren’t sure how to react. 

You wordlessly sat down in the corner chair closest to Kuroo’s door, setting your stuff down on the surface closest to it. 

“I’m sure Iwaizumi must have told you what it was that we were raising money for.” 

You nodded.

“I never had the chance to tell you more about what I struggled with in high school," Oikawa said quietly. “I was surrounded by talented players. Some of them are so talented that I thought I never even stood a chance.  I realized at the end of my matches that I deserved to be on the court just as much as anyone else.” 

“You’re a damn good setter Oikawa,” Kuroo interjected, “And even Semi admires your sets. He’s from the same school as Ushijima too.”

“Thank you,” Oikawa laughed softly, but even the sound was sad. He turned to meet your eyes. “I was out of line trying to say the volleyball club mattered more to me than what we were getting to be. I was worried they’d be weird at me for flaking, but they’re my team. Iwa told me they’d always have my back. Happy setter happy tosses right?” 

You took a moment to process everything that he was saying, ultimately coming to one conclusion. He really did feel bad. 

“Why are you so obsessed with having a chance to beat someone you had a rivalry with in highschool?” 

Oikawa paused, contemplating your question. His brow was furrowed, and his hands clutched anxiously around nothing, seemingly finding the best words to phrase—whatever it was—that he was feeling. 

“It was to give myself the confidence to know I can still beat tough opponents,” he said quietly. “But it was never worth losing you.” 

You gently moved onto the floor, kneeling your way over to where Oikawa sat. When your fingertips skimmed his cheek, cool from the fall time air, he seemed fragile. 

You gently curved your fingers to tuck a lock of his hair behind his ear. “Are you sure you mean it?” 

“Every last word.” Oikawa whispers, and maybe against your better instincts, you pull him into an embrace.

As far as Oikawa was concerned, you weren’t coming to the booth today. 

Cool Down’s set up began bright and early, and despite last night’s emotional clarity, Kuroo was still the one who showed up with the sign. 

The booth was placed in a central location, but deep enough into the carnival so that after a sweet kiss, everyone could go and support the other clubs. He hadn’t been able to spot Kiyoko quite yet, but he was certain they were bound to cross paths eventually. 

He walked across the grassy area where the carnival was being set up, watching the glorious “Cool Down” sign being placed at the front of the admit area. Many sports teams and board members of academic clubs were helping organize their own booths. 

“Hey Oikawa! I can put up the banner!” Bokuto shouted from across the field, jogging up to their area with a rolled up “Mystic Kissbooth” backdrop. 

“Be careful!” He yelled back, “We can’t have one of our best spikers getting hurt. I need those cross court and straight shots in perfect condition!” 

Bokuto grinned so widely that Oikawa couldn’t help but grin back. “You can count on me!” 

He took a moment to slouch against the now filled bouncy castle by their stand, clutching his clipboard to his chest. He could practically sense the excitement seeping into the space as the nearby club members set up their stands. 

He’d had the opportunity to survey the space beforehand, and was quite pleased with the nearby stations. 

The art club created a paint gun bullseye game to win handmade trinkets and jewelry. The president stood proudly at the set up side, excitedly loading up paint into the guns. He could already predict the boyfriends who’d attempt to win there.

To the other side of them was the statistics club’s probability stand. They’d set up numerous games: cards, a wheel, and even ring toss for the chance to win huge prizes. At the present moment, Kuroo was inquiring about the legitimacy of the airpods in one of the member’s hands (and yes—they were legit). 

“This is pretty amazing, huh?” 

Oikawa snapped out of his reverie, only to see Mattsun sporting his classic smirk. He looked around for Makki, but didn’t find him. 

“Yeah,” he admitted, “I’m honestly surprised our little flier accomplished this much.” 

“I’m not,” Mattsun chuckled, “You’ve been like this since high school Oikawa. Everyone here is really grateful for the rumors. Speaking of which…think the culprit is going to show up today?” 

Oikawa snorted, momentarily horrified at the sound 

that escaped him. “That’s ridiculous. I’m not planning on being a headliner. Iwa’s got that covered.” 

Makki walked into view just a few moments later, looking thoroughly confused. “Where’s the rest of the team?” 

Kuroo walked over at the exact moment, clapping Makki on the back. “We decided to give them a little break, considering they’re going to be doing all the kissing later.” 

The group gathered together, and Mattsun pointed to the castle. “Who’s running this thing?” 

“Oh it’s just a free fun thing the school is putting up.” Oikawa smacked it for good measure. 

“How did midterms even go for you guys?” Kuroo laughed, “I pulled what I wanted in all my classes. Somehow. Orgo was a fucking miracle though. I genuinely thought I failed.”

“I was mostly fine,” Mattsun chuckled, “Though we won’t talk about history. Freaking liberal arts.” 

Oikawa’s midterms had gone more or less to plan, but the added emotional stress had made it much more difficult to keep cool. 

Standing there in that grassy field, he felt more at peace than he did the rest of the week. 

Maybe today would be okay after all.

You and Iwaizumi were in your room trying to devise a plan on how to attend the carnival. The cool wood of your desk hit your wrist as you spread out the makeshift blueprint of the event that Kiyoko had so graciously given you. 

Iwaizumi paced along the floor, inspecting outfits that you picked out while you devised a mental list of everywhere you wanted to go to maximize your enjoyment. Economic principles were literally designed off of utility, and you wanted to make sure all your contributions would have the best outcome for the clubs and yourself. 

Midterms had been stressful, and while last night’s talk had fixed most of what had contributed to that stress, you still wondered about Oikawa.  

Iwaizumi was the event’s new headliner, so what did that mean for Oikawa? 

You weren’t sure. 

The Saturday morning filled your room with sunshine that was comforting. From your window you were greeted with the multicolored leaves of campus, some floating down leisurely to hit the grass. 

Iwaizumi, it seemed, had finally picked your outfit. 

“Here,” he gestured, pointing to one of your favorites. “You rock this one.” 

“Why thank you,” you smiled, tossing him the blueprint. “I’ve finally figured out the order I’m going to tour the Cool Down.”

Iwaizumi caught the paper in one arm, muscles flexing ever so slightly as he did. You nodded appreciatively. He was going to generate a shit ton of money. 

He put a pen between his lips ever so slightly as he read the marks on the page. “Cotton candy. Art booth. Bouncy castle. Stats games. Chemistry lab. Apple dunk to win candy apples. Physics coaster.” He handed the page back. “That’s a pretty solid list. I think you’re missing something though.”

You pulled the pen out of Iwa’s mouth (surprised at your boldness) and smiled gently at him. “I’ll be sure to pop in at some point or be nearby to support you.” 

Iwaizumi nodded, “Of course. I just need to beat you at any and all games we visit after my shift.” 

You snickered. “Not a chance.” 

Iwaizumi simply smirked in response.

“Hey, I need two tickets!” A student hollered to her assistant, who at the present moment, was working on acquiring more admit tickets from the roll they’d customized for the event. “We have quite the line here.” 

“I’m working on it!” The assistant hollered back, jogging over with the entire row. 

The line for the Cool Down was large, and you were thankful you’d had the foresight to arrive early enough to avoid a majority of the crowd. Being friends with Iwa had its perks too–the minute that the admitting team had spotted him, they’d immediately ushered you to the front so you were in a position to visit him later. 

Soon enough, you were at the front of the line. 

“Well hello there friend of Iwaizumi,” the girl at the front smiled, “How many tickets do you need?” “Just one,” you said, surprised at the lack of prompt to pay the entrance fee. “What about the entrance fee?” 

“Oh, Iwaizumi took care of that already,” the assistant grinned, handing you a beautifully designed cardstock ticket and tying a wristband around your wrist. “So you can walk straight in.” 

You smiled graciously at the duo. “Wow. I’ll go find him and pay him back. Thank you guys.”

Stepping around the ticket distribution center, you walked straight through the decorated entrance area and walked in. 

For a moment, you were awestruck. The usually empty grass fields were filled to the brim with activity. All around you were the booths of various clubs, all with lines to try them out. You could smell the sweet and tart scent of caramel apples in the distance, and saw a couple trying out the physics club’s make-shift coaster with a cotton candy in their hands. 

The late afternoon was brisk and fresh, and you felt the possibilities of the evening unfurl around you. As the sky darkened its hues, the fair would begin to light up from the fixtures that trimmed everyone’s areas. Everything, from the food areas, to even the Mystic Kissbooth would create a movie-like scene. 

You decided right there and then that the Cool Down was the best fair you’d ever attended. You’d never seen anything as well thought out as what you saw today. 

You made your way to the popcorn area, finding new booths that you hadn’t seen on the blueprint. In front of you was a simple dart-throw, with the guarantee of winning a special edition Cool Down shirt if you hit within a certain range. 

This was intriguing. 

“Hi there,” you said quietly, walking up to the booth. “Can I give this a whirl?” The booth’s president looked up at you shocked for a moment before nodding. 

“Of course!” He said excitedly, elbowing his shift mate. “Y/L/N Y/N, right? We are huge fans of your work. Kuroo has told us so so much about you!” 

“My work?” You asked curiously as they pressed a dart into your palm. “Like my fliers?” “Hell yeah,” the president grinned. “Pay if you win okay? I honestly want you to get our design out of it. We were inspired a bit by your Mystic Kissbooth sign.” 

In the spirit of good fun, you aimed the dart as best as you could, so surprised when you hit a spot very close to the bulls-eye. 

“Hey!” you shouted excitedly, “I actually got in range!” The president smiled excitedly. “Amazing! What’s your shirt size?” You told him your size, tucking a good amount of money into the jar. As soon as the soft shirt fabric hit your hands, you were immediately overcome with a sense of pride. The design was beautiful and simple, capturing the essence in the fair in just an image.

“You’re the design club?” You grinned, “This is amazing!” “Ah thank you,” the president said bashfully, “It’s an honor to get a compliment from you. You’re more than welcome to join us. Canva art is still art we love.” 

“I’ll be sure to consider it!” You waved goodbye to the design booth as you made your way deeper into the fair, a t-shirt in hand. 

“Hey there! Want a chance to win a cool plushie? Come right over!” You turned your head to be met with the sewing club with something that looked a lot like “Bop-It” set up with sheets of papers next to them. Out of sheer curiosity you made your way to the booth, finding a larger crowd than you anticipated. “Okay,” one of the members began, “Here is how this works. You and your competitor will receive a pre-programmed Bop-It machine. Follow the color scheme as closely as you can and note the last color in each sequence on your sheet. If you don’t mess up before your partner, you win ANY handmade plush of your choice!” In front of you, you spotted a couple tucking money into the jar and competing against one another. The round was quick, ending when someone clicked the wrong color. The handmade plushie of the winner was adorable. 

Somehow, all your observations had led you to the front of the line. 

“Hello,” a student smiled, “Do you have a competitor with you?” You were about to share a response when you heard a voice behind you. “Yeah, they do. I’d like to play please.” You were pleasantly surprised to find Kiyoko grinning as she tucked a hefty amount into the jar. The student at the front seemed enamored, and so did the entire line. 

“Shimizu Kiyoko is here…” they all whispered. 

“Hey Kiyoko,” you smiled, placing your own money in the jar. “Planning to beat me?” 

“Of course.” She grinned mischievously, “I ran a volleyball team. I am competitive enough to beat you.” 

The game began as soon as the students got a grip of themselves. You frantically hit the colors and noted them down, only to tie with Kiyoko. You’d both walked away with adorable plushies, though Kiyoko had forcibly had to ensure that they didn’t hand her an extra. 

“I’m glad to run into you,” you smiled, walking with her further into the grass. “I had no idea what time you were planning to get here.” 

“I’m glad I found you.” Her smile was infectious, and soon enough, you stood in front of a candy apple stand. 

“Are you planning to visit the booth?” You asked her, watching her pay for her apple. 

“Yeah,” she smiled, “Oikawa begged me to cover, so I was feeling nice. Though he’s been sulking lately.” You raised a brow. When you saw him last night, you could feel his fatigue. You felt the stress melt out of him when you pulled him in for a hug, but you hadn’t realized the extent of his distress. 

“He hasn’t kissed today at all,” she smiled knowingly, “I think he’s saving an appearance for a special someone.” “He’s….not headlining?” You were shocked. After everything, it seemed that he really meant what he said. 

“Nope,” Kiyoko wiped some caramel from her lips. “And the booth’s sales have been spectacular.” 

Standing there in the field, you were hit with the intense urge to see him. “Go,” Kiyoko smiled, “They’ve been waiting for you to show up.” “We’ll catch up.” You smiled as you took off in a jog towards the booth. The wind swept your cheeks as you ran, and you could see the evening sun dip into different colors. Beautiful, you thought, feeling the adrenaline pump through your veins. 

He really had meant everything. You needed to see him. 

When you arrived at the booth, you were shocked at the line. So many students lined up, money in hand as they waited for their chance to kiss a volleyball player. You were shocked to see the crowd, watching someone hand Semi a particularly large bill before leaning in for a kiss. 

You surveyed the booth for Oikawa, but you couldn’t find him anywhere. You couldn’t stop the thrum of your heart in your chest from overpowering your senses. Where was he? What if you were too late? At that particular moment, Oikawa walked out from behind the stand, putting some Chapstick onto his lips. And then, he saw you. 

You stood in line, a large bill in hand and an expression that seemed almost desperate. Oikawa has never seen anyone look more perfect than you did right now. You held a handmade plushie and a shirt, lips flushed from biting them. 

You met his eyes, feeling your heart shock at the sensation. There he was. 

Before you even had a chance to think about what you were doing, you ran out of line to him, shoving the bill into his hands. 

“Tooru,” you said breathlessly, looking at him with an expression he’d never seen before. “Kiyoko told me you weren’t headlining. I was afraid I wasn’t going to find you. I’m sorry for not trusting you.” Oikawa could hardly hide his shock as the words tumbled from your lips. He studied your cheeks, and smoothed out your wind mused hair with a soft smile. “Hey, it’s alright.” You exhaled, looking at him like he strung the stars. “I thought I wouldn’t make it in time.” Oikawa simply grinned before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. 

This was different from the last time you kissed. He cupped your face softly and wrapped his other arm around your waist, tracing a small heart into your back. You could feel the curve of his lips as he kissed you softly, pulling you deeper when you smiled back into it. Everything about this was soft, almost loving. It felt like a truce. It felt like a confession. 

It felt better than both of those things. When you finally split for air, his smile was nearly blinding. He looked at you like you were a poet and he was your poetry, a product of your purest affections. 

“Go out with me sometime?” He looked nervous, standing there like he hadn’t just kissed you like you were the most special person in the universe. 

“Of course,” you grinned, pulling him down for another kiss.

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[tetsumie]

“𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘” — 𝐏𝐓 𝟐

read part 1 here!

pairing: kuroo x reader & kenma x reader

genre: hurt/comfort

a/n: hello !! sorry for being gone for soooo long D: i wasn’t doing well and was in a really bad place mentally.. (plus burnout 😓😓) but regardless tysm for all the love in the first part of this fic! i appreciate u all sm and i’ll work on getting asks in! thank u for being so patient w me !! luv u :D

kuroo tetsuro

you woke up late today and weren't surprised that kuroo had already left for work by the time you woke up. but he did leave you a post-it note saying he made breakfast leftovers for you in the fridge.

you smile at the thought that kuroo took the time out of his day to make some food especially in the morning. however, as you're getting ready for the day, your eye catches the lunch bag that's sitting on the kitchen bar countertop.

"this idiot," you mumble, shaking your head with a smile on your face. you pull out your phone and shoot him a text.

y/n: thanks for the breakfast it was really good

tetsu: im glad :)

y/n: also you left your lunch at home stupid

tetsu: oh shit

tetsu: can you drop it off for me? i cant come home to pick up, im in a meeting rn

y/n: yeah that's fine

tetsu: thanks baby ill kiss u when i see u

tetsu: love u 2 the moon and back !!

y/n: ur so weird

y/n: love u 2 the moon and back <3

a few hours pass by and now you're taking the bus to head to kuroo's office with his lunch bag in hand. before leaving the house, you decided to swap his current lunch which was some leftovers with his favorite food, grilled salted mackerel.

you enter his office floor and are greeted by the office receptionist from the floor. "i'm just here to drop off some food for kuroo-san."

"oh yes, right this way," she stands up and opens the office door for you and points out where his room is.

as you're about to knock on his door, you hear his voice from the other side. "i'm not sure if i can come out tonight to eat kenma. y/n probably wants me home, you know how clingy they get sometimes."

your heart sinks to the floor.

has he always thought of me this way? clingy? i didn't mean to act that way? i just like being in his company. i didn't mean to be clingy. i didn't know he felt that way...

"anyways, i'll call you back kenma. i gotta get back to work. see ya later" he ends the call.

you take a deep breath, standing in front of the door, thinking about kuroo's words to his best friend. before you could even knock, the door opens and you're greeted by kuroo.

"oh y/n! you should've texted me you were here!"

you let out a laugh that sort of dies in your throat. "oh um i just wanted to surprise you that's all."

"come in, let's eat together. you can see the beautiful downtown view from here," he tries to usher you inside his personal office room.

you're a little uncomfortable so you hold yourself back from going on, "maybe another time, yeah? i gotta head back. i've got a lot of work to do with college and work and stuff."

"no yeah of course, i get it. work hard! but first..." kuroo smiles and before you can pull away, he kisses you on the head. "i'll see you when i get home. love you!"

too ashamed to even look at him as you walked out of his office, you just wave to him with your back facing him as you walked away.

you're now sitting on the bus on the way home, thinking about the way he called you clingy. "you know how clingy they get.." has he always thought i'm clingy? has he just been putting up with my annoying habits? i thought he liked the way i treated him. i didn't know he thought it was clingy.

you're trying to look back at your actions and now it's all coming back to you.

you're always trying to kiss him, hug him, cuddle him. you're always talking to him about random things from an occurrence at the grocery store to some new show you're watching. literally last night, you both were cuddling while watching a new episode of kuroo's favorite sit-com and you were running your fingers through his hair.

it all made sense.

you were clingy.

and he wanted space.

you were going to respect that.

kuroo comes home later that evening and announces himself with an "i'm home!"

you're on the dining table with the computer open, working on some new assignment and you smile at him. "welcome home," you say with a smile.

he's expecting you to get up and come over and hug him like you usually do but to his surprise, you continue to look back at your computer.

he assumes you're just busy and doesn't think much of it.

kuroo heads into the shared bedroom to unwind from his hectic day at work. he takes a shower and changes into some pajama pants and is now heading back to the living room to see what you're up to.

you're still sitting on the dining table with all your notebooks splayed out and computer open, working on what seems to be some really big project. he plops down next to you and starts squinting at the screen. he starts poking you to grab your attention from the screen.

"the mackerel was really good today."

"that's good."

silence envelops the atmosphere between the both of you until kuroo decides to speak again.

"what are you working on?"

"college stuff."

"maybe take a break now?" he suggests.

"i can't. it's due soon," your voice flat. "if you want dinner, there's some leftovers i made in the fridge."

"alright," he replies, getting up from the chair to the kitchen to warm up some food.

his shoulders droop a little. he was hoping to spend some time with you. but he is aware that something is off with you. he's not sure what it is but he knows something isn't right. you haven't given him a single kiss or even a hug since he's been back and your usual sarcastic remarks are gone.

you've barely even acknowledged his presence.

"maybe it's just an off day?" is what he convinces himself.

but those "off days" are starting to become more consistent.

you're out of bed before he wakes up in the morning and you barely talk to him when he comes home. you always end up sleeping after he falls asleep and he can't even stay up because of how exhausted he gets after work. the amount of physical affection has declined from you and every time he texts or talks to you, your replies are barely existent.

it feels like he's living by himself. when did it get so cold?

on the other hand, you think it's going well! you haven't been all up in his business lately. you're giving him the space he wants. you're hoping that kuroo is feeling much happier since you're smothering him less. sure, you miss getting to hold and cuddle him but this is what he wanted, right?

now that the week is over, kuroo is hoping to spend the weekend with you.

that morning, kuroo sets an alarm to wake up earlier than you in hopes of spending some extra affectionate time with you. however, the moment he wakes up, the other side of the bed is empty and cold.

he has no choice but to get out of bed to see where you are. there's no way you're up right now. at 7 am on a weekend? no way.

he walks out of the room and he feels his heart chip. you're sleeping on the couch, slightly shivering because the blanket you're using barely covers you. have you been sleeping on the couch this past week? why didn't i notice? kuroo begins to internally berate himself right now for letting you sleeping on the couch for this past week right under his nose.

with no hesitation, he bridal-style carries you back into the shared bedroom and tucks you under the duvet cover and comes back into bed.

however, you've already woken up and you sit up on the bed, startled. "w-what? where am i?"

he scoffs, "i brought you in our bedroom idiot."

"oh," you're now grabbing your stuff and climbing out to go back to the couch but kuroo stops you by grabbing your arm.

"where are you going?"

"to the couch?"

"but this is our bedroom?"

"no, this is your bedroom," you emphasize.

"y/n." his tone feels cold to you. "talk to me."

"we are talking, are we not?"

he starts scratching the back of his neck. "yes but you know it's not the same. what's going on baby?"

his hand to tries to reach your cheek to stroke it with his thumb but you turn away and immediately stand up from his bed. "it's okay kuroo, please go back to sleep. it's the weekend, you should rest."

his heart chips at the gesture. why are you avoiding him like this? what did he do? what happened to 'tetsu?'

"it's tetsu to you," he mumbles.

you open your mouth but shut it and cast you eyes away from his stare down at the floor.

"it's always been tetsu to you," he states.

you're still silent and he takes it as his queue to continue speaking.

"baby, everyday i come home from work and you barely acknowledge me. you're always busy doing 'college stuff' or something else. you barely hug me or even kiss me anymore. what happened? what did i do? did i do something wrong? did i overstep my boundaries? are you mad at me about something? please i wanna know what i did wrong so i can fix myself."

your heart softens at his words and you begin to immediately reassure him.

"there's nothing wrong with you... nothing has ever been wrong with you... i just want to work on giving you your space. i know that you think i'm clingy and so i wanted to work on just giving you room to breathe. i know i can be a little too much sometimes. i'm sorry for not realizing how clingy my actions were sooner. i'm sorry i-"

he immediately walks over to you and brings you to his chest, hugging you tightly. your eyes slightly widen. "don't you dare fucking apologize. it's not your fault. shit, it's never been your fault, baby. what made you even think that?"

in embarrassment, you mumble, "i heard you say i'm clingy to kenma. sorry i didn't mean to overhear."

"oh, my love," he pulls away and looks at you with a sad look in his eyes. "it's not what you think."

he sighs and he sits on the side of the bed and taps the bed space in front of him for you to sit down as well. "kenma's been trying to get me to go meet some new volleyball members to affiliate them with the jva and to be honest, i already have so much on my plate with the current affiliates, that i'm really trying to avoid going out for dinner with him. i'm trying to get one of my coworkers to go on my behalf to seal the deal but i can't find anyone willing to."

"i just used your name as an excuse. i swear on my life, i never really meant that. i never ever meant to hurt you."

still finding it hard to believe him, you mumble, "you don't need to lie.. i understand if-"

"y/n, i swear on my mother, i'm not lying," he interrupts. "every single fucking day, the only think i ever look forward to is seeing your beautiful face in my apartment. i look forward to your rambles about the new show you started watching or how the current professor you're shadowing is a douche. i love your bear hugs and i love the way you kiss me all over my face in the mornings. fuck, i love knowing that i get to go to sleep with you every night and i get to wake up to you every morning. i love you, just the way you are. please don't ever change yourself over some fucking lie i said."

"i'm so sorry y/n, so sorry for ever making you doubt my love for you," he intertwines his hand in yours and looks into your eyes. "i'll do anything to regain your trust.

he senses the hesitation in your eyes and honestly, he can't blame you. you've been harboring this guilt for a week and it makes sense that you're still feeling a little uncomfortable around him.

but to his surprise, you inch your way closer to him and hug his chest and the tears begin to fall. his body tenses and he feels so guilty about everything. he rubs reassuring circles on your back and kisses your head every few moments.

after you wipe your tears on his shirt, you look up at him and honestly kuroo hates to admit this but you still look gorgeous even with a tear stained face. he's grinning at you and begins to pepper your face with his kisses.

"love you to the moon and back," he whispers into your ear.

you chuckle and kiss him on the lips. "love you to the moon and back, tetsu."

in that moment, he swears to himself that he'll make sure that you never have to doubt his love for you ever again.

kozume kenma

as the ceo of his own startup company, a youtube streamer, and a college student, kenma can almost never find any time to himself. the only time he really feels at peace is either when he's asleep or when he's with you.

but sometimes things get so hectic and suffocating, he just wants to be alone, away from the world.

after a long day of classes, you walk into your shared apartment and you can hear kenma talking from his bedroom/home office. you try to keep quiet not disturbing him.

in hopes of cheering him up, you decide what better way to do so by making his favorite food: apple pie. you put down your stuff on the living room couch, grab the apron, and get to work.

kenma stays locked up in his bedroom for the majority of time that you're baking and a part of you just hopes that maybe he'll come out to just say "hi" or just accompany you to see what you're up to but unfortunately he doesn't.

after the pie is done baking in the oven and you've brought him a slice so he can get some food in his system because you're sure he hasn't been taking care of himself. you're hoping that maybe, just maybe, the both of you will finally get to spend some time together.

you knock on the door twice.

no response.

you knock once more and call out his name, "kenma, you busy still?"

still no response.

you sigh, realizing there was no hope in knocking, and decide to twist the knob and enter his room. you're greeted with the sight of him sitting on his gaming chair, knees to his chest, headphones over his ears, and slightly biting the eraser top of his pencil.

he must have felt the presence of someone else in the room with him because he looked away from his computer screen and his eyes widened. he slid his headphones off his ear and hung them around his neck.

"how long have you been home?" he bluntly asks.

"for an hour or two now, i think," you reply.

“oh sorry, i didn’t see you,” he mumbles.

you chuckle in response. “i didn’t think you would considering you’ve been cooped up in your room the entire time.”

“well yeah,” he says. “i’m busy.”

as he’s about to put his headphones back on and get back to work, you speak up. “i know you’re busy but do you wanna eat with me? i made-”

“can we talk later? i don’t have time for your clinginess right now.”

oh.

he puts his headphones on and indulges himself back in his work, not even registering the weight of his words.

you slowly walk out of his room, silently close the door, grab yourself a slice of apple pie originally made for the both of you, and plop yourself on the couch to watch some new show on the television.

after working for nearly hours on end, kenma finally finishes the load of work he had piled. now all he wants to do is just spend some time with you before going to bed. he walks out of the bedroom and is greeted by you asleep with the television humming in the background.

he can't help but let a small smile envelop his features. it's such a domestic sight and he wants to photograph this moment in time.

he knows he said some harsh words to you out of frustration but he hopes that you understand that he didn’t truly mean them.

he goes over and kisses your forehead and he smells the distinctive scent of apple pie and his heart softens at the thought that you made him his favorite food.

he goes over to his bedroom, grabs a blanket and lays it over you and goes under the blanket, snuggling himself closer to you. he hasn't felt this relaxed in a while and your presence is just so comforting to him.

he doesn't know what he'd do without you.

the next morning, you wake up and find yourself in an awkward position and your feel arms wrapped around your torso. you look to your left and are greeted by kenma's sleeping figure and you can't help but smile.

but you remind yourself of what he told you yesterday and you silently get up from the couch and begin to get ready for the rest of your day.

his words, "i don't have time for your clinginess right now", really had sent you into a spiral last night and you were too exhausted to think clearly. did you always come off as clingy to him? you were definitely a bit more energetic and enthusiastic than him but you never thought it was clingy?

you can't seem to think straight so you decide to maybe go out for a walk, just to take your mind off things. you just need some time alone, away from your apartment with him.

kenma wakes up only a few minutes later and he feels cold. his neck is sore, considering how he slept in an uncomfortable position because he wanted to sleep with you. however, to his surprise, he doesn't find you asleep next to him.

as he walks around the house, calling your name, a sense of urgency begins to form in the pit of his stomach.

he dials your number and it goes to voicemail.

he does it again. still voicemail.

he's about to call you one more time until he hears the jangle of keys and the door opening. a sigh of relief leaves his mouth and as you're about to turn your keys to open the door, he's a step ahead of you, opening the door for you.

"oh my god, i thought you went missing," kenma hugs you, catching you by surprise. "where'd you go?"

hesitant to reply, you say, "oh just went on a walk, that's all."

"you should've told me, we could've gone together," he states. "i feel like we haven't seen each other in forever."

"it's fine. don't worry about it."

there's something wrong and he can sense it in your demeanor. as you're heading to the master bedroom, he can see the way your shoulders slump as you put your keys back. he doesn't address your distant behavior, thinking that you're just having a rough morning and it'll get better as the day goes on.

unfortunately, it doesn't get better.

you seem to be fine but you just feel incredibly distant.

kenma's been playing games in his room all day and unlike usual, you're not in his bedroom watching him play or sitting on the bed scrolling through your phone. his gaming experience isn't the same when you're not there.

he pauses his game and goes out to the living room to see you lying down on the couch, scrolling through videos on your phone. he wants to ask why you're not staying with him but he doesn't want to make overstep your boundaries, especially since it seems like you're not in a good mood.

but that's anything from what you want.

you want him to ask you to stay in his room and keep you company. but because he hasn't done so, his word "clingy" began to scream louder in your head and to be frank, that's the only thing roaming in your head.

"do you want to do anything today?" he asks. "you know.. because it's the weekend and we can go out if you want? like going out to eat?"

a part of you began to feel guilty considering he was thinking about what you wanted to do and you hated feeling like a burden towards him. he already expressed his disapproval with you when he said he found you clingy so you didn't want to impose any further.

"no it's okay," you reply, eyes glued to your phone. "i don't want to annoy you or anything.. so i'll just go on my own or something..."

he hums in response but his eyebrows furrow as he doesn't seem to move from his spot. he can tell there's something wrong and you're obviously being very dodgy with him about the subject which is why he decides to take a seat on the couch and snatch your phone from your hands before you can even register what's happened.

"hey give me back my phone!" you sit up, stretching yourself over to grab your phone back from him in a failed attempt.

"not until you tell me what's wrong," he says flat.

you sigh, knowing that this conversation isn't inevitable. you can't avoid him forever "you called me clingy yesterday, kenma. sorry that i don't really want to hang out with you right now."

the words that leave your mouth have kenma in a state of shock. you took that seriously? you really thought he meant that? in order to ease his busy day of meetings back to back, you came home baked him some apple pie to ease him from his stresses.

and what did he do in return? called you clingy when you just wanted to spend some well-deserved time with him. god, he was being so ungrateful. his body fills with guilt when he he realizes you took his comment to heart.

“honey, i-” he starts and then is cut off with your words.

"i understand where you were coming from, i like to show my affection with you through physical touch and i know you’ve never been one to really reciprocate that," you begin to ramble. "so i’m really sorry for pushing your boundaries and i’ll give you the space that you need."

guilt is eating him away and he needs to clear the air now, otherwise you might be closed off forever and he’s not sure if he’s ever going to be able to reconnect with you.

“y/n, honey, don't apologize for this. it’s not your fault at all,” he starts. he puts down the phone onto the couch and grabs both of your hands and squeezes them assuringly. “i'm sorry for pushing you away and calling you clingy. you didn't.. you never deserve to be told that."

his hand finds its way to your cheek and he begins to rub comforting slow circles. seeing the sullen look on your face made him realize that he never wants to see you like this ever again. it was like you had lost the light in your eyes. kenma hated how he had diminished that so quickly by making you think that he didn't like your company.

he loves you so much; he could never imagine what life would be like without your presence.

a small smile begins to creep back on to your face and kenma finds himself in a slight sense of relief.

"it's okay," you finally utter out. "do you wanna watch that new episode? apparently there is so much drama now and i'm avoiding socials so i don't get spoiled..."

he chuckles, "i'll do anything with you."

he knows that he can't take back his words from before but as he's sitting on the couch with you in his embrace, he knows he can show you his love through his actions. he'll do anything to bring back that trust to you.

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[taintedtort]

Hihii...!!! i really love ur HCs and i wanted to ask if you're comfortable with these types of character writing, what r ur headcanons on kenma, kuro, tsuki n maybe suna would act when they're drunk ? like would they be a bit different than their usual self ? sorry to ask a lot but im more curious on ur thoughts on kenma ;; .. write whatever u can, idm ! thank u ehehe have a good one ! >_< <3

" LET'S GET DRUNK! "

summary. they’re drunk lolz

characters. kenma, kuroo, tsukishima

warnings. afab!reader, drinking/alcohol, post timeskip!!!^^

a/n. yesss i love kenma, many thoughts on him!! he’s my favorite!!! didn’t add suna because i don’t really know his character that well :( added a kenma bonus to make up for it tho!

KENMA

☆ i think he’d be a sleepy drunk. he's out as soon as his head hits any soft surface— maybe even before! i feel like he also acts grumpier, mumbling complaints when you wake him up and try to move him (he was passed out on your shoulder in the car, you have to get him to bed!)

☆ his face gets kinda pink, like he’s blushing. he’s pale, so it’s more noticeable than it would be on someone else. his eyes get droopy and his face sort of relaxes, so he looks mean and tired.

☆ he stubbles slightly, but he surprisingly manages to maneuver himself pretty well for a drunk person. just don’t ask him to do a cartwheel or anything… he couldn’t even do one of those while sober.

☆ he doesn’t drink often, so he’s a light weight… plus he’s skinny and on the smaller side, so he doesn’t have to drink much to get a buzz. he’s usually responsible though, but sometimes he celebrates too hard (with a bit of a push from kuroo)

☆ he doesn’t get any more talkative, but he’s less filtered that normal. i don’t think he’d be too flirty or mean, but if he got drunk enough he may compliment you a couple times.

BONUS:

☆ the type to get so drunk he forgets who you are. you come find him to pick him up after someone called you, and he’s face down on the table. you nudge him, trying to gently guide him to stand, but he’s immediately swatting you away, grumbling about how he has a girlfriend.

"leave m' alone— got a girlfriend already," he slurs, raising his head to drunkenly glare at you. his eyes narrow further when you laugh.

"kenma… i’m you’re girlfriend," you tell him, always finding it a bit amusing when he gets this drunk. he’s not too much of a hassle though, since he usually knocks right out when you get home and tuck him in.

he's silent for a moment, just staring at you up and down. he wears the same expression he has whenever he buys a new video game, excited and in awe.

"really…?" he asks, a hopeful tone in his voice. now that he’s looking at you… you are really pretty. he really hopes you're his girlfriend.

"yes, really. i’m gonna take you home, okay? cmon," you urge, gently grabbing his arm and helping him stand. he complies this time, his eyebrows raising.

"we live together?" he questions, the situation just getting better and better to him.

"we do," you confirm, another giggle leaving you. it doesn’t really hurt your feelings that he doesn’t remember, you find it more amusing and entertaining than anything.

"… im so lucky," you hear him whisper under his breath, looking at you as you guide him to the car.

KUROO

☆ he'd be a funny drunk i think… a bit of a handful, and is entertaining at first, but eventually gets annoying. his emotions kind of double when he’s intoxicated, and he’s also kind of erratic. really energetic after his first few drinks, but if he’s extra drunk, he’s more emotional.

☆ his eyes get a little watery, but that’s about it. he actually looks more lively while he’s drunk, because he makes more facial expressions.

☆ he can’t stand straight at all, especially if he’s had more than a couple drinks. needs support to walk, otherwise he'll fall. he’s heavy though, and puts majority of his weight on you, so sometimes you end up falling anyway.

☆ he can handle his alcohol pretty well. takes him a few drinks to get a buzz, but he doesn’t usually stop there. mostly drinks to celebrate things, or at parties. never drinks alone, that’s just boring and sad to him.

☆ probably asks you random stupid questions like "what number am i?" or "what animal would i be?" (follows up that second question with "would you still love me if i was that animal?")

☆ i think he’s more talkative, but he speaks faster and his words are kinda jumbled, so it’s hard to understand him sometimes. he gets a lot more sappy, constantly complimenting you and telling you that he loves you (he does that all the time already)

"y're sooo pretty, love you s' much."

TSUKISHIMA

☆ not that much different than when he’s sober, honestly. he gets more mellow, surprisingly, though it might be because alcohol makes him a little sleepy, similar to kenma. he isn’t quick to fall asleep, but he’s not energetic and jumping around.

☆ his face is more relaxed, which makes him look even more intimidating and mean. his eyes get a little red around the edges, but that’s mostly it.

☆ stubbles quite a bit and holds things for support. if you try to help him, he’ll snip and you and complain that he doesn’t need your help to walk. (he does, and eventually gives in and leans on you a bit when he almost falls on his face)

☆ also a lightweight. doesn’t go drinking unless he’s invited, and even then he’s usually the designated driver. on top of that, he hates being hung over, and he hates throwing up, so he rarely gets super drunk. kuroo tries to persuade him sometimes, but the most he gets his a little tipsy.

☆ probably gets into debates with people about certain topics that he likes, arguing with them about facts and opinions. he usually wins. even when he’s drunk, he’s still quick witted.

☆ he fights you on everything, insisting he’s fine and "not drunk" whenever you try to help him. you end up ignoring his complaints and just assist him with changing and getting into bed anyway. he’s asleep pretty quickly, especially if you run his back/scalp.

"i don’t need help— i'm not even that drunk!"

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[sleepw-me]

BF HEADCANONS HQ ⊹ ₊ ˚ 𓂃 ⸝⸝ ♡

Haikyuu version SFW

t.kageyama⸝⸝ ♡ Definitely winter is his favorite season, when you are his girlfriend he will definitely want to do some winter activities with you, such as walking around the city with a nice composition of Christmas lights. building a snowman in his yard. Throwing snowballs at each other and taking you to a nice cafe for hot chocolate.

k.tsukishima⸝⸝ ♡ We all know by now that Tsuki likes music, I'm sure he would share his headphones with you so you could listen to music together at school. When you're at his place, you just spend time with him, while he's doing his homework and you're hugging his dinosaur-shaped stuffed animal, and there's some music playing in the background. He made a playlist for you, but at first he was embarrassed to show it to you, there were songs he associated with you.

t.yamaguchi⸝⸝ ♡ During the lesson, when he gets tired of listening to the teacher, he will start drawing cute hearts and flowers in the corners of your notebook with colored pens, and if you let him, he will draw a whole meadow on your hand. You can give him your shoes to decorate them nicely with colorful flowers and drawings.

d.sawamura⸝⸝ ♡ He probably didn't know what princess treatment was before, he was just well brought up and everything he does comes easily to him, he thinks that's how you should treat your ladies. When your shoe is untied, he kneels in front of you and ties it for you. He carries your shopping, your handbags too, but not in his hand, as if he was ashamed that someone would see him with your women's handbag, he literally throws it on his shoulder and walks with it just like you would.

a.azumane⸝⸝ ♡ He has long hair, so he always has a rubber band on his wrist, so if you need it, he will lend it to you and even tie your hair for you.

s.hinata⸝⸝ ♡ This sweet little orange bun remembers the smallest details about you, even if sometimes you feel like he's not listening anymore and you stop talking, he immediately encourages you to continue. He remembers every detail, your favorite number, your favorite and hated color, the name of your first cat and he will even remember the names of your entire family if you mentioned them.

k.kozume⸝⸝ ♡ He found the perfect person to cuddle with, it's you!. Expect that if you have a large sweatshirt, he will stick his head under it and play games. When he plays on the computer, he will invite you to sit on his lap and either watch him play or teach you how to play one of his favorite games, it's funny when she controls the mouse and you control the keyboard, you will definitely hear him chuckle when something goes wrong he will succeed but he is very patient.

t.kuroo⸝⸝ ♡ Sometimes you meet at his place to study for chemistry, then he wears his black glasses that make him look so good. If you don't understand a topic, he will teach you and if you answer correctly, he will give you a juicy kiss. If you need a break, he will bring you something sweet.

r.suna⸝⸝ ♡ He will definitely take a lot of photos of you to keep the memories. You will be his private model, he definitely has one of your photos where you are drooling on the pillow while still sleeping on his wallpaper. On his phone you will find the stupidest photos, for example your 0.5x photo. Until the prettiest ones, the ones where you smile so beautifully at him.

a.miya⸝⸝ ♡ Listen, I imagine Atsumu calling you very early in the morning to go to the beach with him. He will definitely take a few photos of you in your swimsuit, but most of all you will have a great time together, sunbathing or swimming, he will pretend to be a shark that wants to eat you so that you run away from him. When the sun is not so bright anymore, he will play beach volleyball with you, laughing when something goes wrong, but then he will teach you, he promise.

o.miya⸝⸝ ♡ He will invite you to his kitchen so that you can bake or cook something together and have great fun. So what if there's flour everywhere or something spilled on the floor, you'll clean it up later and now Osamu is busy kissing you while you wait for the dough to be made.

k.bokuto⸝⸝ ♡ If you stayed overnight at his place, don't think you'll sleep late if you wake up easily, because he'll start doing his morning stretches, doing push-ups, and encouraging you to sit on his back. He will sometimes ask you to join him, but you have barely woken up, but if you join him and stretch together, you must know that he will slow down on purpose so that you can keep up, he will be very happy.

a.akaashi⸝⸝ ♡ This sweet boy will read books to you but he will also be more than willing to listen to your voice if you read to him. He likes it when you lie on his lap and play a game while he rests the book on your head and you sit in comfortable silence.

k.sakusa⸝⸝ ♡ It's no surprise that this guy takes great care of himself and is glad that you do too. His favorite activity is when you spend the night at his place and do your skin care together, he likes it when you put a mask on his face and massage him gently.

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[furuyalover]

Hello welcome back! I'd like to request relationship headcannons with kuro,oikawa and sugawara (separately) with a male reader who's more quiet and reserved that some people think is mean looking but in reality is just a softy that loves cute things. For the song I'd like to request super shy by new jeans.

super shy ! | mars & her music event

“wait a minute i make you mine, make you mine”

— ft. kuroo tetsurou & oikawa tooru x male!reader

AN: ahh ty for ur request!! this was rlly fun & something new for me since i dont listen to kpop that often :)) hope u enjoy! also im trying this new-ish format out so lmk if u prefer this or my usual longer, drabble styled format :D

kuroo tetsurou

the dynamic between you & kuroo is one that i feel like is awfully similar to kuroo & tsukishima! a semi-obnoxious goofball and a quiet, mean looking guy, who is secretly a lover boy.

“you're on my mind all the time”

needless to say people were very surprised to find out you were dating kuroo

“kuroo’s dating him? i never would’ve thought of pairing, he doesn’t seem like he likes people, even more so relationship sort of guy you know?”

the comments your peers made were bothersome at first but you and kuroo both ignored them

all that really mattered was how much you guys loved each other, so who cares what they think

but knowing kuroo, that won’t stop him from making a snarky comment to shut them up

“obviously im dating him hello? you’re all just jealous that he actually enjoys my company, and not that of a bunch of losers” kuroo was always convinced everyone was jealous that he got to be with you

regardless, you would also roll your eyes and half heartedly apologize for his comments

definitely a huuuuge physical touch and acts of service typa guy

this would always be perfect, since you weren’t the biggest fan of going out, & even just laying together in bed was good enough to be a date for you two

he absolutely loves cuddling with you, and makes it a point to always be touching you when you’re out in public

whether it be having his arm laying atop your shoulder, or rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand while your fingers are intertwined, he always needs you with him.

“i wanna tell you, but im super shy, super shy”

normally you’re quiet around others and kuroo knows this, but you’re more talkative with him and he loves it.

he takes in every word you say and relishes in it.

and one thing about kuroo, he will remember EVERYTHING you talk about or mention

did you briefly mention a new snack you wanna try? you better believe tomorrow you’ll be greated with that on your kitchen counter

that’s just the kind of guy kuroo is. despite his goofy personality, he’s extremely caring and observant. he’ll always do everything in his power to make you feel loved, even the little things. especially the little things really. he believes that these small things are truly what shows how much he cares, without being outwardly affectionate, because he knows how much they make your day. while he won’t hesitate to scream and shout his love for you, he’s a big fan of the quiet type of love that you’re more receptive to. that’s your type of love, with your tetsurou.

oikawa tooru

“find a lil' spot, just sit and talk. looking pretty, follow me”

you honestly found it surprising when you and oikawa started dating, you didn’t think he would be interested in someone like you considering his fan club. but unfortunately the fan club felt the same way.

you really could care less about his fan club though. making sure to constantly roll your eyes at them, and show them your cold attitude

this ofc made them say things like “how could oikawa like him??? he’s actually so mean”

but this didn’t matter !! because behind closed doors you’re a lover boy & oikawa knows that

oikawa is a major quality time and words of affirmation proprietor when it comes to showing his love to you. he’ll do anything with you, as long as it means you guys are together & he gets to be with you

will always always thank you and show his appreciation after every one of his games you go to

if you’re ever feeling down about yourself or his fan club/admirers are giving you a hard time, he won’t hesitate to tell them off & give you reassurance

“you know you’re amazing right? don’t listen to what anyone says, you’re my whole world, and i see every aspect of my life with you” it’s crazy because he’ll can stuff like this so lovingly and casually, like it doesn’t make you choke up

“i'm super shy, super shy. but wait a minute while i make you mine, make you mine

i have a headcanon that oikawa is actually a big poetry fan, and he will send you poems almost daily that remind him of you

tooru looooves to show you off !! even though you’re somewhat stoic and aren’t publicly lovey-dovey with him, he won’t skip a beat to show you off or mention you any chance he gets

you’re the last person he’ll talk to before a game, demanding good luck hugs & kisses, and the first person he runs to after a game. whether he won or lost, it doesn’t matter because he’s just thankful that you were here with him

though he’s aware of his huge club of admirers and how much of a toll they can take on the both of you, he’ll never give them any attention outside of just being polite. because at the end of the day they don’t matter to him, you do. waking up to you every morning, telling you how glad he is to have you in his life, spending hours on end talking about nothing and everything, this is the life you live being in love with tooru oikawa.

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[sixosix]

haikyuu: tactical forceful cuddling

gn!reader, volleyball players having a hard time sleeping, fluff

ft. tsukishima, kenma, hinata, kuroo

tsukishima, although he wouldn’t admit it aloud, wasn’t as annoyed by this as he’d like to admit. he watched you slide the door open, trying your hardest to keep it quiet, but it still startled him out of his deep thinking. he tried for a glare, ready to spit out some half-baked insult, but softens at your apologetic glance. he was about to ask what you want from him, but then you started walking towards him.

“what are you doing?” he asked, tone pitched slightly with panic.

“helping you sleep,” you said, though it wasn’t an explanation that tsukishima wanted. still, he let you hop on the free space on his bed, and he let you snuggle up to his side. he didn’t say anything -- he didn’t need to -- because the content sigh that left his lips when your arms wrapped around his was answer enough. he slept wonderfully that night, not that you needed to know.

kenma was peeved, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. the moment you entered his room, he sat up, shoulders hitched to his ears, staring at you with suspicious eyes. he was like a cat, you mused in your head, which makes sense. and, like with cats, you approached him slowly, hands raised in surrender to prove that yes your hands are empty; no you aren’t holding a weapon -- why would you even ask that, kenma??

he relaxed in surrender, rubbing his eyes. he looked sickly tired, his phone beside him, still flashed open. “did you need something?” he asked quietly.

“cuddles,” is all you told him. he perked up slightly, forgetting to mask his curiosity with annoyance. wordlessly, he lifted his blanket up, letting you crawl inside and curl next to him, your head popping out of the blanket. “sleep?” you asked, and if kenma nuzzles his face on your shoulder, that’s no one’s business. his phone was untouched for the rest of the night.

hinata was just restless. you were already asleep next to him, so he couldn’t blame you for being annoyed when he woke you up because he couldn’t stop fidgeting. he said sorry, and you went back to sleep, but he woke you up again when his knee on your torso. it didn’t hurt, you assured him, but he clearly had a lot on his mind so he shouldn’t feel bad.

you hummed. “lift your arm up,” you instructed, smiling when he did so without question. he made a noise in his throat when you bury your face on his chest, a blush spreading all over his face to his neck. “let’s sleep, m’kay?”

“m’kay,” he squeaked out, and didn’t even realize that he stopped fidgeting, zeroed in on the way your breathing matches his. he relaxed, then breathed out a calmer, “m’kay, thank you.”

kuroo was more concerned than anything. when the door swung open to reveal your blanket-clad, his heart leaped to his throat, eyes wide. he asked you if something was wrong, unable to stop himself from smiling softly when you look up from your lashes to grin sheepishly.

“i thought you were awake,” you confessed. kuroo wanted to kiss the life out of you. “do you want to cuddle?”

“is this a way to get me to wake up early for tomorrow?” kuroo accused, but he welcomed you with open arms when you all but tackled him down. he laughed when you plucked his phone out of his hands and latched around him like a koala -- but you know he liked it when you do that, so he stayed quiet and kissed your forehead. he slept with a genuine smile on his face.

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[ayyyez]

May I please request a scenario of a one night stand between Kame and Yaku @ Ayame's place w/ Kuroo camping outside the room in the morning waiting for the walk of shame, thank you ily bye

A/N: HAHAH alright alright you asked and I delivered our glorious creation. As usual I got carried away with Kuroo and Ayame in some parts and then swooped back in with Yaku and Kame haha ily <3

SUMMARY: Kuroo is in a friends with benefits relationship with Ayame while pining for more at a party she throws for the V.League. At the same event Yaku and Kame hook up and have a one night stand. Kuroo and Ayame happen to catch them sneaking into a guest room and Kuroo is determined to catch Yaku's walk of shame as pay back for all the years of teasing his situation. (Ayame is my OC and Kame is @loveskitkats OC)

TAGS: pining, friends with benefits (Kuroo), blowjobs (Kuroo), Making out, Kissing, smut, teasing, banter, fluff, Kuroo uses babe once, flirting, kind of peeping for a hot minute but not in a sexual way, begging, Kuroo being a simp, Bokutos strong drinks, drinking

WC: 4734

CHARACTERS: Kuroo Tetsurou/OC Ayame Saikawa, Yaku Morisuke/OC Kame, Bokuto Koutarou

It’s the last V.League game of the season. Since it’s in Tokyo Ayame naturally decides to throw one of her house parties. It makes it easier for those out of town to have a place to crash and keeps the players out of the public eye. Everyones free to do what they want without too many repercussions.

Ayame likes to joke with Kuroo that being friends with benefits with her seems to have a lot more benefits for him in the workplace than in the bedroom. He would argue that being with Ayame is nothing but beneficial. The only cons are the feelings he has to constantly keep in check.

Those pesky feelings he pretends not to have every time someone asks why they aren’t dating. The feelings that threaten to spill over every time he watches the V.League players he invited here carelessly flirt with her. 

Yeah those feelings. 

The ones he’s trying to swallow right now.

Kuroo curses his younger self for not fessing up sooner. He had plenty of opportunities during their on again and off again non-relationship. But he always chickens out. Scared of losing everything. So instead he clutches onto whatever they have now in the hopes it will work itself out. 

Even now, as he watches Ayame from the living room, with the party in full swing, he wonders how easily he could walk over there. How he’d push Bokuto’s stupid face out of the way and tell her everything. How he didn’t want to hover over her the whole party for her sake. That it just invites those kinds of questions. And sure she can handle it better than him but he doesn’t want to put that on her. She’s been too good for him. 

‘Whatcha drinking?’ Yaku says, slapping him on the shoulder.

‘Hmm.’ Kuroo is pulled from his daze as he turns to him. ‘What?’ 

‘I asked what you’re drinking, dumbass.’ 

‘Oh, just beer.’ He opens his hand a little to show the brand. 

Yaku raises his brow and nods. ‘Sure you haven’t had too much or…’ He follows where Kuroo’s eye-line was before. ‘You just pining over the girl you’ve had a heart eyes for since highschool?’ 

‘Shut up.’ Kuroo says, kicking his leg. ‘I was just thinking about getting a top up.’ 

‘Oh is that what the kids are calling it these days? She gets on top and does all the work while you–’ 

‘Oi, would you shut up?’ Kuroo goes to kick him again but Yaku dodges and retaliates by kicking him in the shin. 

‘Would you stop kicking me?’ He sighs. 

‘I’m giving you a taste of your own medicine.’ 

‘Wouldn’t be so salty if you didn’t deserve it, tch.’ Yaku takes a sip from his cup. ‘Seriously though, just tell her you love her already, sheesh.’ 

‘Who does Kuroo love?’ Comes a sing-song voice. 

‘Kame just in time!’ Yaku smirks, gesturing for her to come from the doorway. 

‘Oh, fun is this about Ayame?’ 

Yaku snorts. ‘Could it be about anyone else?’ 

‘Mm, Kenma?’ 

‘Nah, that’s old news, a passing crush.’

‘Excuse me!’ Kuroo interjects. ‘I am here you know? While you two graciously analyse my life.’ 

‘We know!’ Kame smirks, patting his head. ‘It’s fun too.’ 

‘Yeah, I’ve actually missed this.’ Yaku says more to the room than them. 

Kuroo watches as he swirls his cup in his hands. He and Kame swap a glance and he shrugs. 

‘Well, then I have an idea,’ Kame begins pushing Kuroo forward. ‘Why doesn’t Kuroo go over there and show us just how NOT in love he is while Yaku tells me all about Russia.’ 

‘Oh, now there’s an idea.’ Yaku agrees, giving Kuroo a whack on the back, shoving him even further forward. ‘How about you accompany me to the bar set up over here and get a drink with me?’ 

‘Why thank you, sir.’

Kuroo looks back at them with a glare, watching Yaku lead Kame by the hand to the bar. He wants to yell something at them but he knows it will be met with something at his expense back. They have too much on him. Both of them. 

Kame is Ayame’s twin and blood or not, that girl knows how to torture him should he ask for it. That’s not something he’s willing to test. 

With a sigh Kuroo heads for the kitchen seeking out the presence he craves the most. 

Coming up behind Ayame he wraps his arms around her core and plants his face on her shoulder. Rumours be damned he wants this right now. She’s cool and soothing and he wants to touch her. 

‘Now, which tall man would dare hold me from behind in my own kitchen?’ Ayame muses leaning back into his touch. 

‘Your sister is bullying me.’ Kuroo says, turning to bury his face in the safety of her neck. ‘Yaku too.’ He whispers against her smooth skin. 

Yeah this is nice. 

‘Ah, Kuroo of course.’ She chuckles and he can feel the vibrations run into his body. ‘What did you do?’ She asks, turning her head towards his, cheek purposefully brushing against his face. 

God he wants to press closer.

‘Hey! Who says I did anything?’ He squeezes her closer, prompting her to run her hands over his, their fingers interlocking. ‘I was over there minding my own business, thank you very much.’

‘Mmm, a likely story.’ Her lips move against his cheek with each word. ‘Do you need me to go over there and teach them a lesson?’ 

‘Yes, please protect me with your fearsome presence.’ 

Kuroo turns a little, ghosting his lips over her neck as they sit on his words for a second. 

The two of them are snickering a second later as the words sink in. 

‘You’re a loser.’ Ayame says, turning fully in his arms. 

‘Oh, yeah?’ Kuroo replies, pulling her in by the waist. ‘What does that make you?’ 

She hums thinking about it. ‘Someone who sometimes sleeps with a loser?’ 

Kuroo lets out a dramatic gasp. ‘You wound me!’ His grip on her tightens as he leans back feigning hurt. ‘I can’t believe you are so mean!’ There’s still a wide smirk on his face despite his dramatics. 

Ayame’s laughing, her hands coming to his chest as they stumble around the kitchen a little. Neither of them care about their surroundings. The party guests long forgotten. Most are too drunk or distracted to care anyway. 

‘Aw, I’m sorry.’ Ayame says, cupping Kuroo’s face, still letting bursts of laughter slip through. ‘Want me to make it up to you?’ 

His brows raise at that. Now this is an interesting proposition. 

‘Oh? How are you going to make up for such a painful slight?’ 

‘Want to go upstairs and I’ll blow you?’ She says seriously with the addition of a sultry brow wiggle. 

Now Kuroo thinks he has died and gone to heaven. He almost considers shoving his fist in his mouth to suppress the groan that wants to creep out. She is going to be the death of him. 

Fuck, he loves her. 

‘Yep.’ He says as casually as possible, noticing his voice has gone a little high. ‘I think that’s, yep, let’s do that.’ 

‘Easy there.’ Ayame strokes his cheeks a little, an effort surely meant to calm him down but all he can think about now is her touch. How he wants more. 

She seems to notice too. 

Ayame smirks and takes him by the hand and makes a break for the stairs. It’s when they’re halfway up, hearing the way their footfalls echo in their foyer that Kuroo is thoroughly aware of how hot his cheeks are burning. How hot his body is. It just seems to burn for her. 

The anticipation is killing him. He needs her now. 

The second they’re up the top of the stairs he’s pulling Ayame to him, taking her into a deep kiss. She kisses him back immediately, tugging him closer by the collar of his shirt. He almost stumbles when they reach the door of her room. 

‘Easy.’ She says, breaking the kiss. ‘I’ve got this, don't worry.’ 

There’s that reassuring smile across those perfect lips. Kuroo can’t take his eyes off them as he follows her into the room in a daze. He’s already on cloud nine and they’ve barely kissed. 

God, he’s probably a little hard already but he’s so tingly and worked up he can’t bear to look down. 

‘Wanna go sit on the bed?’ Ayame says shutting the door behind them.

He’s been in this room a thousand times before. The fact he knows his way around gives him both pride but also a craving for something more. He wants them to be something more. Right now though they need to take care of something else. That’s what they came here for after all. 

Kuroo wanders over to the edge of the bed and sits down. From there he watches Ayame take her shirt off so she stands there in her bra, which is one of her more fancy ones; black and lacey. He tickles himself with the idea that perhaps she wore it for him. 

She isn’t sleeping with anyone else, right?

Then reminding himself who Ayame is, perhaps it’s simply for herself. 

Kuroo feels a bit foolish trying to monumentalise himself in her life but he can’t help it. She’s so important to him that he just can’t help but crave for it to be the same way in reverse. God, please let it be so. 

‘Hey.’ Ayame taps his leg from below. ‘You good there, or you overthinking your life away?’ 

It’s only now Kuroo realises that she is already on her knees in front of him. That she has seen right through him, down to the overthinking mess that is his mind. Man, he loves her. Why can’t she just know that and make it all okay? 

‘I’m good.’ He says, forcing a smile. ‘Want a kiss first, though, if that’s okay?’ 

‘Of course.’ 

Ayame reaches up and pulls him down into a long drawn out kiss. When she goes to pull away Kuroo gently clasps the back of her head and pulls her back in. His mouth opens with purpose against her’s. Tongue slipping in and running in a smooth, drawn out rhythm. He knows he’s getting emotional. He can’t stop it. 

Finally, Kuroo breaks the kiss and lets her go. 

‘Okay,’ he says, voice hoarse, ‘I’m good.’ 

Ayame nods, a little dazed as she comes back down. 

Then her hands are on his thighs, slowly sliding their way up as Kuroo releases a shaky exhale. She slides one hand over his bulge—shit, he was already a little hard and sensitive too—and she rubs him in hard drawn out motions. 

Fuck—she knows just how he likes it. 

Kuroo lets out soft whines as he leans back a little. He could happily stay up there and forget about the party. He’s already forgetting. 

Ayame moves to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. Kuroo raises his hips a little as she shimmies them down, leaving his briefs up for now. Ah, so it’s going to be a bit of teasing first. He can work with that if he needs—

‘Ah— shiiit.’ Kuroo hunches forward. 

Once again, Ayame’s palm pushes down hard against his shaft through the fabric of his briefs creating a maddening friction. He’s feeling extra sensitive from the build of anticipation. His head is already spinning. God, he’s not sure how long he is going to last at this rate. He doesn’t want to say that though because then she might edge him more and he really wants to cum. 

‘Yeahhhh–’ Kuroo urges, feeling Ayame’s ministrations lighten and quicken against the fabric of his briefs. ‘That’s mm, good.’

Ayame continues that lighter pressure, grazing her fingers over the head of his cock and gathering the fabric there over where the pre-cum seems to be building. It causes Kuroo to shudder. Between her hand and the fabric it’s tantalising. 

‘Look at you falling apart and I haven’t even put my mouth on you yet.’ Ayame says, pushing her hand down hard against his cock. 

Kuroo groans. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ He squeezes his eyes closed suppressing a shudder. 

‘What’s wrong, you want me to stop?’ 

Ayame softens the pressure and speed. 

Kuroo furiously shakes his head. ‘Don’t stop.’ 

‘You want me to use my mouth though, right?’ Ayame gives him a hard squeeze for emphasis. 

‘Fuuuck.’ Kuroo quickly sits up, breathing heavily. ‘Ayame.’ He chastises, pouting. ‘Stop being a tease and blow me like you said you would.’ 

She smiles wide, like she’s having the time of her life. 

‘You want me to beg? I’ll beg, I don’t care.’ Kuroo grips the blankets hard. ‘Please suck my dick, I’m begging you to stop drawing it out, I’m going crazy.’ 

Ayame lets go of him altogether. 

‘Well, since you asked so nicely.’ She stands up and presses a gentle kiss to his lips. ‘I guess I’ll have to now, won’t I?’ 

Kuroo breathes a sigh of relief, watching her return to her knees and help him slide his briefs down out of the way. 

The cool air on his cock is a welcome sensation compared to the teasing beneath the confines of his briefs. Although he normally would let her do what she wished for hours, something about tonight is different. He’s got this new found sense of desperation. He needs to feel her. It’s like he’ll combust if he doesn’t. 

Ayame’s taking him into her mouth before he can think another thought. He gasps falling back onto his arms. The wet heat of her mouth is all consuming. It’s too good and he almost cums right then and there as she takes all of him. He has to reach one hand out and into her hair to ground himself. To keep from going over the edge. 

She hums as she pulls back, the vibrations running over his cock. It’s maddening. She’s licking a broad stroke up beneath his shaft all the way to the head. Kuroo squeezes his eyes closed as she works the head. It’s all too much as she takes him in again. 

Yeah he’s definitely not going to last. 

Between his feelings and the fact Ayame gives the best head ever, he’s a goner. 

Kuroo lets himself give in to the moment. He lets go of her hair and collapses back against the bed. He can’t even think straight. His whole body is on fire, tingling as the heat builds inside, threatening to push him over the edge each time she takes him in full. 

‘S-so good babe, so good.’ He’s a babbling mess and can’t stop the words spilling out of him. ‘Don’t stop. F-fuck. You’re so good. You’re s-so hot, mmm feel so good. Mmm, Ayame.’

He’s cumming hard. Fisting the sheets in an attempt to ground himself. It’s absolute bliss in this moment as he forgets that they are only friends with benefits and nothing more. He’s wrapped up in the fact he’s just had the best blowjob and he got it from the woman he loves. 

Ayame rides him through it. Swallowing all of his cum and cleans him up. That sight alone, as she pushes her hair out the way and pops off his cock, could make Kuroo cum all over again. 

‘Come here.’ He says, voice hoarse as he reaches out a hand to her. 

She takes it. Kuroo drags her on top of him, pulling her into a hot, messy kiss. He doesn’t care that he just came in her mouth. He doesn’t care that they still haven’t talked about furthering their relationship. He just wants her. 

‘You wanna fuck?’ Ayame asks, hands running down his chest.

Kuroo nods, pulling her against him. 

‘So yeah, it’s pretty interesting there but putting up with Lev is a whole other story.’ Yaku says, placing his drink on the counter. ‘But you know volleyball stuff is the same old. I’m sure the same could be said for half the people in this place.’ He gestures around the party. 

Kame chuckles. ‘You mean volleyball players actually pursue volleyball in their lives, who’d have thunk?’ She twirls her empty cup between her fingers. 

Yaku smiles. ‘You know what I’m saying. I just mean I’m sure you don’t want to just talk about that all night. I know I don’t.’ 

‘Oh, you didn’t hear? I live and breathe volleyball now.’ 

‘Really?’ 

‘No.’ She shakes her head with a snort. ‘I’m still a swimmer at heart, sorry. Doesn’t mean I don’t like it though.’ 

‘Oh, of course, how else would you have been able to survive here all these years?’ Yaku playfully nudges her shoulder. 

‘Exactly!’ Kame nudges him back. ‘But it is a little bit of an exchange. I listen to the volleyball rants, they listen to me coo about turtles and swimming things. Win-win, really.’ 

‘I can think of worse things to listen to.’ There’s a pause as he frowns, like he’s thinking over something. ‘Hey, speaking of swimming, you still compete right?’ 

‘Yup, you’re looking at an olympic competitor, my friend.’ She gives him a finger gun gesture that turns into her poking his shoulder. 

‘Right! Duh.’ He smacks his head. ‘I knew that. In a: I totally don’t stalk and keep track of you sort of way.’ 

That makes Kame laugh hard. 

‘Of course, of course.’ She smiles against the palm of her hand. ‘Same here but I totally do stalk you.’ She winks at him. 

There’s a pregnant pause.

‘Okay, I know you’re joking but it doesn’t help that your nickname has wildcard in it!’ Yaku brings his hand to his chest. ‘You always have me going!’ 

Kame chuckles. ‘That’s the idea.’ She leans in close. ‘You never know when I’m going to strike.’ 

‘God, I thought Ayame was something.’ Yaku smiles, shaking his head. 

At her mention, Yaku automatically looks to the kitchen, finding Ayame is no longer there and there’s no sign of Kuroo either. 

‘Speaking of your sister, where is she?’ Yaku asks. 

‘Hm?’ Kame turns back to the kitchen too. ‘Huh, guess they’re off not being in love somewhere.’ She turns back with a smirk. 

‘They went upstairs.’ Bokuto says placing a martini shaker in front of them with a warm smile. ‘I saw them head up there a while ago holding hands.’ 

‘Pfft.’ Yaku can’t contain himself. ‘I guess Kuroo can’t even act like he’s not in love when there’s a party going on.’

‘I knew there was still something going on between them.’ Bokuto says, picking up the martini shaker and shaking it with two hands. 

‘Aw you know too?’ Kame asks, leaning against the bar. 

‘Of course, they’ve been hooking up since university when Kuroo lived with me, remember?’ Bokuto gestures the shaker toward them. ‘Drink?’ 

‘Oh, yes please!’

Yaku just nods. ‘It seems everyone on the planet knows Kuroo loves her. I wouldn’t be surprised if she knew too. He should just fess up like I said.’ 

‘Mmm would you?’ Kame asks, pulling away from sipping her drink. 

‘What just because it’s Ayame?’ Yaku asks, taking his drink from Bokuto. 

‘She’s scary hot but nice so I don’t see what the big deal is.’ 

‘Pfft it’s not that it's the history they have too.’ 

Yaku thinks about it and takes a sip from his drink. ‘Well, maybe if we all have some liquid courage, who knows what the night will bring?’ 

‘Why not.’ Kame agrees, cheersing her drink with his. 

Kuroo and Ayame lie there, limbs wrapped around each other entirely fucked out. Their bodies are sweaty and panting. 

Ayame presses a kiss to Kuroo’s chest. 

He doesn’t have the energy to reciprocate so he runs his fingers down her back, lightly tracing patterns. Her skin is so smooth and addicting. Truthfully he wants to go a few more rounds. He’s not sure he has the energy though. 

There’s the familiar clunk of footfalls coming up the stairs. They seem heavier than usual. Like they’re hurried and uneven. Then there’s more heavy thuds. And a loud almost clutter against the wall. 

‘What the hell is going on out there?’ Ayame asks, moving to sit up. 

‘Noooo.’ Kuroo protests, reaching out to her. ‘Come back!’ 

She’s already standing with the sheet wrapped around her. 

‘Pfft, I’ve got to make sure no one is dying or destroying my house, hang on.’ She starts to move away. 

‘No, don’t go please!’ Kuroo sits up. ‘Let them do it. I’ll pay for the damage.’ 

She snorts. ‘Don’t be a baby and come with me if you want.’ 

Kuroo huffs and climbs out of bed spinning around in search of his briefs. When he finds them he remembers the pre-cum conundrum and throws them off to the side. He quickly hurries over to the draw he happens to keep spare clothes in. Totally just a friend with benefits thing to do, have clothes there. 

‘Hurry up!’ Ayame whispers by the door. 

Kuroo quickly scrambles to get his briefs on, tripping onto the bed in the process. 

‘Fucking, shit, fuck.’ He says, scrambling back up. ‘I’m coming.’ 

He meets her by the door which she steadily cracks open. 

‘Oh shit.’ She says covering her smiling face with her hand. 

‘What?’ He asks, pushing over her to peer through. ‘Oh shit!’ 

He sees it immediately. 

Yaku and Kame are making out against the guest room door. And quite enthusiastically too. 

Kame is against the door, her leg wrapped around Yaku’s core, sliding it up and down in an attempt to bring him closer. Yaku is pushing against her, one hand flat against the wall to steady them. The other is both holding and kneading her thigh, occasionally moving it up to cup her ass. And their kissing is intense, each pushing like their lives depended on it with such passion and intensity. 

‘Well, well I never thought those two were going to give us a show.’ Ayame whispers up to Kuroo. 

‘You know if this was the other way around they’d never let us live this down.’ Kuroo says, snorting as he watches Yaku kiss down Kame’s neck. 

‘You? Definitely not.’ Ayame bites back a laugh. ‘I think he just grabbed her boob. Who knew Yaku was a tits guy?’ 

I did. Kuroo thinks. Remembering the times Yaku had made that clear with his crush on Ayame back in highschool. Luckily he has moved well beyond that. Well, right onto her sister it seems. 

‘I am not letting them get away with this.’ Kuroo decides. 

‘Oh? So are you just going to march right on out there and tell them you see them?’ 

‘What? No, I’m not that kind of guy, gosh.’ 

‘Then what?’ 

‘I’ll just wait here until Yaku comes out of the guest room in the morning.’ He gestures to the door. ‘I’m assuming that’s their destination and you can’t get downstairs without passing this room so guess who will be waiting for him.’ Kuroo smiles very smugly. 

‘God, Kuroo. You can’t just let them have their fun?’ 

‘No way they always tease me!’ 

‘About what?’ 

‘About…’ Oh shit he is really caught out here. About us obviously but he can’t really broach that subject yet. ‘Just…about everything, okay.’ He finally says with a pout.

‘Alright, whatever you want to do.’ Ayame relents, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. ‘It’s probably time to stop peeping and go to bed for now though.’ 

‘Right.’ 

Kuroo turns to join Ayame, entirely caught off guard by the sweet gesture. 

Kame’s arms wrap around Yaku pulling him closer. His cologne fills her senses as her hands slide up into his hair giving it a little tug. It makes him moan into the kiss. She’s sure he’s hard but she doesn’t want to move yet. The wall is keeping her upright. Her legs are a little shaky. 

‘God.’ Yaku says, kissing down her neck and across her chest. ‘You’re so hot.’ 

‘Yeah.’ She says, pulling him back by the hair and looking him in the eye. ‘I know.’ 

He smirks and kisses her again, playfully nipping at her lips while groping her ass at the same time. 

Then she’s pushing him away. ‘Hang on.’ Her eyes scan the hall. ‘I know it’s here somewhe—there!’ She shuffles away to the hall table where a bowl sits and grabs it before returning to a panting, dishevelled Yaku. 

‘What’s that?’ He asks squinting a little, like it is a puzzle he needs to solve. 

‘Three guesses what.’ She says scooping the packeted contents out of the bowl and throwing them over his head, letting them rain over like confetti. 

Yaku looks down to see them clear as day. Condom and lube packets of various kinds laid out at his feet. He can’t contain his laughter at 1. Ayame has this in her house for guests and 2. Kame just knows exactly where they are. He can’t complain though. Safe sex is what he needs right now. 

Yaku takes a handful of the supplies in his hand and mimics Kame’s motion, throwing them over their heads. 

A wide smile crosses her lips. 

‘Condoms!’ She exclaims, twirling around in the rain down. ‘Woo!’ 

Yaku can’t even begin to describe the bizarre nature of this moment but he’s glad he’s there with Kame. Right now he wants her more than he’s wanted anyone in his life. And honestly, he can finally understand Kuroo a little now. He wants to keep this moment all to himself. 

‘Come on,’ he says, taking her hand, ‘let’s go in.’ 

She takes his hand and together they head into the guestroom and away from prying eyes with the condom bowl. They’re sure to leave a couple on the floor. They don’t want the other guests to go without. 

Ayame wakes up early to find Kuroo has dragged one of the arm chairs directly in front of the door and propped it open with the stopper. He’s drinking a coffee and reading the paper in said chair while looking up every now and again. It’s like he’s afraid he’s going to miss something. 

‘Morning.’ Ayame says, sitting up with narrowing eyes. 

‘Good morning.’ Kuroo says, a little too chipper. ‘Want some coffee?’ 

‘I’m good thanks.’ She reaches out to pet her cat Miso who is sleeping peacefully on the bed next to her. ‘Whatcha doing over there?’ 

‘Oh, me? Just enjoying the morning.’ 

‘I can see that. Would you perhaps be waiting for Yaku to emerge from the guest bedroom? 

‘Oh right! That!’ Kuroo fakes forgetfulness and badly. ‘They did that last night, didn't they?’ 

‘Kuroo.’ 

‘Alright! Yes, I’m waiting!’

Ayame sighs, rubbing her eyes. ‘So, no sign of either of them yet huh?’ 

‘Not a peep.’ 

‘How long have you been awake for?’ 

‘Since about 5am.’ 

‘Kuroo, what the fuck!’

‘What? I couldn’t sleep! What do you want from me?’ 

‘Nothing.’ Ayame sighs again, sliding her legs over the side of the bed and walking over to him. ‘I think I’ll have some coffee after all.’ 

 ‘Good, I brought up the milk you like.’ Kuroo starts pouring her a cup, eyes still flicking in the direction of the door. 

‘He’s not a ninja who is going to sneak past while you pour coffee.’ 

‘Right, right. Just keep an eye for me would you?’ 

‘Yeah whatever.’ She runs a hand through his hair which he pushes back into. ‘Nothing yet, commander.’ 

‘Oh commander, huh? I like that.’ 

‘Is that so, commander?’ 

‘Yeah, here’s your coffee, Ms.Subordinate.’ 

Ayame takes the coffee, eyebrows raised. ‘Mm I don’t care for that one.’ 

‘No? I’ll work on it.’ 

Then there’s a click, the sound of the door opening and Kuroo jumps to his feet rushing over to the open doorway. 

‘HA, I caught you!’ He says before even reaching the entrance. 

‘Oh, really?’ Comes a voice that is definitely not Yaku. ‘And what did you catch me doing?

Ayame snorts, recognising the voice. ‘Hey Kame.’ She walks over to the doorway. ‘Don’t mind him, he's had too much coffee and was waiting for Yaku.’ 

‘Goddamnit.’ Kuroo groans, smacking his forehead. ‘So close.’ 

‘So did you enjoy your night?’ Ayame asks, taking a quick sip of her coffee before adding, ‘Oh and I expect that bowl to be put back.’

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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).

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just thinking about kuroo as a father.

he'd be so doting for his baby, so in love and so infatuated with it.

he'd never fail to smother it with his love, never failing to peck soft kisses on it's forehead or cheeks, whispering little "so cute,"s or "my baby."

his bonding time with the baby was all the time, he enjoyed the little moments where his baby would just lay against his chest, sleeping softly.

he'd take note of every single detail of his baby, his hands poking and proding at the soft chubs. he had obsession with his baby's hands, he thought it was so adorable—the way the baby's hands were so small and chubby in comparison to his much bigger hands.

he would swoon in secret about the little resemblance the baby had from you, saying things like "you look just like your mommy," or "look you have you mommy's [x]~"

you would sleep soundly at night, it was rare when you would wake up for night duty, because he was always eager to spend that precious late night alone time with the baby–even if he was on the verge of passing out from exhaustion.

a few times, out of curiosity, he lightly bit his baby's cheek, just because he thought since it was chubby and soft, that it would maybe taste good.

his baby's laughs were just a beautiful melody to his ears, he would never get sick of hearing the sweet coos and incoherent words from his baby.

at some point, at night, he began to cry while holding the baby. he just couldn't help his overwhelmed feelings of happiness. he couldn't be any happier being with you; and now the two of you even had a baby together?

heaven.

he'd raise his baby with curiosity, always answering his child's questions even if they were stupid or nonsense. he'd then follow it up with a question of his own, creating a cycle of more curiosity and questions.

he'd be there for every soccer game, for every championship, for every event, you name it, and he's there.

he'll happily exclaim "that's my kid right there!", even if he comes off as obnoxious and snobby.

he couldn't careless about how loud he was, he just needed everyone to know that his child would forever be his greatest thing to ever happen to him.

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εïз┊𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 — feat. kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru, bokuto koutarou, ushijima wakatoshi, kita shinsuke, sawamura daichi

synopsis. how the haikyuu captains react to you giving them a surprise kiss

— content warnings. none! — word count. 1, 141

εïз┊author's note. hehe headcanons for you! these are from an old google doc, i just figured i'd touch it up and post it for you all to enjoy!! i do just want everyone to know i adore all of them, every one :3

εïз┊k. tetsurou

he sat at the desk of his college level chemistry class, leaning on his elbows as he intently read the paper that laid on the desk, filled to the brim with words. his eyes scanned those words over and over again, as he tried not to think about the huge final that was about to happen in the next few minutes. he was so focused he didn’t notice you walking into the empty classroom, nor did he realize you standing next to him. thinking this would be the perfect time to execute your utmost perfect plan, you made your move. your finger dipped under his chin, turning his head and tilting it up as you placed a light kiss on his lips. there was a pause between both of you, his wide eyes meeting yours that were hiding a laugh. his cheeks felt hot as he spoke, giving you a playful smirk as he stood up from his seat. “how could you do such a thing?” a giggle fell from your lips as you ran around the empty room, him following close behind you before catching you in his arms and peppering you with kisses of his own.

εïз┊o. tooru

you two were walking home together after a long day of school and practice. your hands stuff in your pockets as the cold wind blew towards your face, making your nose feel ice cold to the touch. a shiver ran down your spine, your teeth chattered as your walk home continued. oikawa wasn’t in much of a better state himself, his cheeks cold as ice. though, at the sight of you physically so cold, he couldn’t just do nothing. “here love,” he smiled, taking off his hoodie he had worn all day. you had refused, not wanting him to be without a jacket, but he insisted. so, as he wrapped the jacket around you, you leaned forward, your lips gracing his as his eyes widened. as you pulled back, a smile on your face, you spoke. “now your cheeks won’t be so cold.” a more than flustered smile appeared on his lips, his cheeks heating up more as he took your hand in his. “don’t tease me, love.”

εïз┊b. koutarou

he stood on the court, volleyball between his hands as he puffed out his chest, ready to impress you during practice. it was the first day you had come to one of his practices and he wasn’t just going to be average. he was going to act like one of the top five aces! he smiled as you came over to him after you had dropped your bag off by the entrance of the gym. “you ready to see my amazing skills??” “yes ko, i’m very excited, good luck.” you smiled, giving him a peck on the lips, making his eyes widen, before turning to go back to your bag. his face felt hot as he tugged on your arm, pulling you back and into his chest. he smiled, a giddy and happy look on his face. “do it again~” 

εïз┊u. wakatoshi

it was early in the morning, he had convinced you to go on a jog with him, which despite him outward expression, he was really excited for! it wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short either, just half of what he usually did. you glanced over at him as he jogged by your side, never once leaving it. he looked so concentrated, amd it made you smile. he was so dedicated, it was cute. it took a bit to get home since near the end, the traffic had gotten a little bad as people made their daily commutes to work or school. that just meant more jogging in place waiting for stop lights or walking signs, so it was a relief when you got home to a air conditioned dorm room. “y/n.” “hmm?” “you were smiling.” you bounced off the bed, tilting your head slightly as you spoke. “what?” “you were smiling at me while we were outside earlier, why?” you giggled, booping his noise and giving me a light kiss. “because you were being cute again.” his cheeks had gotten hot, fighting off the cold of the room as he looked at you with wide eyes. he followed your movements around the dorm before asking, “can you kiss me again..?”

εïз┊k. shinsuke

he sat at his kitchen table, more than focused on a puzzle you two had been doing for the past two months. it was a puzzle he had gotten for halloween, though you two never had the time to finish it before then. so, that’s why you were coming over after school, to finish the puzzle. though he supposed that’s not why you really came over since you hadn’t helped a single bit since he started. he was fine with that, but he was so set on finishing it he wasn’t going to get side tracked, and he told you that earlier. you came back around to the table after going to get something to drink, looking at his expression, and then the puzzle. with a huff and a smirk, you thought up a way to make him focus on you instead. “shin.” you called his name, making him turn over his shoulder to make sure you were okay. that’s when he felt your lips against his, quickly and quietly before you had pulled back. “did you need something, darling?” your shoulders dropped as you fell into your seat, sighing and setting your head onto the table. yes it seemed like he was unfazed by your little scheme but he would get his revenge later, just you wait.

εïз┊s. daichi

he leaned against the side of the gym, waiting for you to meet him there so you could walk home together. it had been a long day for both of you, and he wanted nothing more than to cuddle with you and watch your show together. he’d been day dreaming about it all day, not meaning to but he did anyway. a sigh fell from his lips as he saw you turn the corner and start heading his way. he pushed himself off the wall, his hands tucked away in his pockets as he decided to meet you halfway. “hel-” he was cut off by your sudden kiss, it was unexpected, but not unwanted. he blinked a few times as you pulled back. “that’s it?” you smiled, turning on your heel to go back the way you’d came. he took a breath, licking his lips before wrapping his arms around you, a smirk on his lips as he whispered, “i’ll just have to get you back later for that one, babe.” his head fell to the crook of your neck as he sighed, begging to stay like that for just a little while longer. 

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