#might not be anyone’s fave version of suna

[sashimiyas]

A/n: lol don’t judge me. suna’s (me) a weirdo but i’m once again pushing the agenda that suna is the most reliable person there is.

Your timing, as always, is perfect. No matter what you think or what it looks like he’s doing, there is no better time than now (right now, later now, tomorrow now, or even yesterday now) for you to walk into his life. Even if now means dodging a 70 mile per hour spike and leaving an unsuspecting Komori to fend for himself. Suna yells out ‘time!’ and immediately begins walking off court.

Washio stops him with a hand on the shoulder, “Are you alright, Suna?”

But he’s already jogging off backwards your way with the cheesiest smile on his face, “I will be now that the love of my life is here.” Suna swishes a hand in the air, “You guys wouldn’t know anything about it.”

“Let him be.” Motoya comes up behind the old Fukurodani member with a fond look comparable to a proud parent. “He gets like that. It’s adorable, isn’t it?”

Washio watches as his fellow middle blocker takes two wide steps towards you with his hands held out like he’s demoing what to do when you come across a bear in the wild before gathering you into a grand embrace.

“Adorable,” Washio repeats only because he’s too stunned to come up with his own vocabulary, “is a word.”

Suna promised an open door policy the first time you asked and he’s meant every word of it. Whenever you need him, however you need him, he’ll be there. How else could he repay you for all the stupid joy you bring into his life?

Love, at one point, was a joke. It was laughter at midnight and soda snorted through his nose. It was one quick heh when he showed you a funny video while scrolling through his phone and tangled on the couch and it was sneaky giggles in Kita’s kitchen when you both offered to make more popcorn only for him to shove kernels down your shirt.

Now, love is a promise. Love is telling you he’ll make the bed and he does without any complaints. Love is calling you on his commute back home and reminding you he misses you only to prove that he does once he walks through the door.

Love is swearing that whenever you’re sad, his sole reason for living is to make you happy.

“There’s the love of my life. What’s wrong?” He lines the crown of your head in swift pecks. You’d texted him earlier if you could come by and just by the lack of punctuation in your messages, he was already concerned. You don’t even have to ask, is his repetitive response that sometimes he considers making a shortcut for it. What could be more important than you? “Is my baby upset? Are you being a little crybaby?”

Your eyes grow wide at the question and your bottom lip dips out like wild grass bending in the wind. A grin tugs at the corner of Suna’s mouth as he brushes into the divot underneath your quivering lip. An indulgent chuckle escapes him and it’s like you take it as a challenge because your eyes gloss over immediately and whine into his chest.

He loves his little crybaby who plays up the theatrics because you know there is always a reserved vacancy for you in his arms. You make him feel like the most important man in the world, like it’s only him that you can rely on and he you can truly be vulnerable to. Of course, whatever you want, he’ll give. He’ll kill. He’ll blackmail. Why else would he incessantly take unseemly photos of others for?

“Why are you sad?” Suna tilts your head away from his chest to look at him. Kissing your forehead, he sets his aim downward. Then, he bites.

“Is it because I took your nose?” Suna curls his lips over his teeth and begins nomming your nose, exaggerating his sound effects (nom, nom, nom) in hopes of a favorable reaction. He inhales your giggles and it elicits a tremble in his own chest like you’ve just jump started his heart.

“Give me back my nose, Rin.”

“No.” Suna grins and stands at his full height to lean away from you. He obnoxiously chews with his mouth open. “It’s yummy.”

You squeeze, poke, and prod at his cheeks. The soft skin gives and bounces back up with a pink splotch appearing where you’ve irritated it. “Give it back! It’s mine.”

“Fine.” His breath is hot when he leans down, a deceptively charming smirk along his lips before he places a wet, juicy kiss back onto your nose and then peppering your whole face after. “Now you have fifty noses.”

Your real one, the one that is anatomically correct, scrunches up. Lines form at the bridge of your nose like cobwebs capturing the disgust right in the middle of your face. You’re so cute. He wants to squeeze you like a stuffed gremlin he cuddles to sleep. Not that he’d know anything about that.

“You give me fifty noses inside a gym full of sweaty men in the middle of volleyball practice? Do you hate me?”

“I hate whoever made my crybaby upset.”

You’re immediately back to pouting again and if you defied the laws of physics or chemistry or liquids or whatever, he knows you’d turn to goo in his arms.

“I’m not sad anymore.” You say, blinking those beautiful eyes at him. Tender and appreciative, they speak when you don’t. Because of you.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m okay now.”

“Hmm,” He pinches your cheek between a curved index finger and his thumb. Even if you know it’s coming, you can’t help but jolt at the cold temperature of his skin. His eyes gleam as he appraises your expression carefully. “I don’t know about that.”

“I’m fine!” You insist but Suna shakes his head.

“Normal people don’t have fifty noses.” He kisses you again and again, squelches of his lips filling the gym as he repeats the practice over and over. “I think I’ll have to double check and make sure.”

#reina.writeshaikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro #suna x reader #suna fluff #might not be anyone’s fave version of suna #but it’s defo mine

[shayewrites]

since i haven’t gotten anymore requests for characters, and the spy au brainrot is still ever present in my mind, i’ll do one of my faves: kita shinsuke

Spy Kita Headcanons:

- kita is the commander of the inarizaki squad, even if he might not be the best fighter or strategist among the group.

- he’s not a man who works best in groups, but there’s an undeniable presence he brings to any squad he collaborates with. he demands respect but provides a gentle spirit that almost seems like a facade compared to his battle-hardened reputation (he can thank the miya twins for those rumors)

- as a spy, he is the best to send in when you want as much information as possible without any interaction with the target. he’s able to shadow anyone without as much as a hint he was even there.

- not to mention he handles pressure like it was an old friend. brief time constraints? bring it on. lack of updated intel on the target? consider it updated now. shinsuke is silent, but his intel is always deadly accurate.

- now, onto where you come into the situation. you’re his partner, a clumsy recruit that the higher ups gave him to mold into the perfect spy, someone like himself. problem is, you’re nothing like him.

- in his mind, you remind him of his juniors, louder than he’d prefer, impatient to get the intelligence, and so damn loud when you walk. he finds himself begging the technology department for a pair of shoes that silence your footsteps because he swears he can’t even think over the sound of them.

- after the initial hatred of you, he deems you to be untamable, so he offers you to suna, who is more than willing to take you in. the two of you cut up and find the antics of the twins to be hilarious, often joining in them yourself. kita realizes how happy you are when you’re not working with him, but for some strange reason, it hurts.

“Aran, I don’t get it,” Kita says as he watches you, Suna, and the twins.

Aran gives him a rather confused look. Kita Shinsuke was a man who always understood any situation. What could possibly have him so stumped? “Don’t get what?” the fellow spy asked.

“Why doesn’t she seem to enjoy my presence the way she does everyone else’s?” His eyes are narrowed as he attempts to analyze the scene below. The twins started a fight, but instead of breaking it up, Suna and you are watching it unfold with the familiar sounds of giggles and chuckles rising through the air. “I was told to mold her into a version of myself, but she’s too different, too overwhelmingly…her.”

Aran chuckled at first, finding the captain’s oblivious nature to be absolutely hilarious, but with each passing moment, it grew louder until it captured the attention of the whole squad. “Kita, you’re funny. You know that?”

Kita stared at Aran with an unamused frown. What was he talking about? He hadn’t been trying to be funny.

Atsumu chimed in from below, “Captain jealous again?”

Osamu punched his brother in the arm quite harshly, “You know we aren’t allowed to mention that in front of her.”

“Mention what, boys?” you asked, equally as confused as Kita.

Suna shook his head, “Maybe the two of you both will understand someday when you’re older.”

From above, Kita’s cheeks grew warm, suddenly realizing the implication. So maybe he was jealous, but how could he help it? Luckily, you were too busy chewing out Suna for being a sly bastard to even notice the blush on Kita’s face.

dnskskfhsjsn god i love kita so much and it shows.

send me a haikyuu character and i’ll write headcanons/short drabble about their spy alter ego!

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