#sakusa visuals

[artsemry]

HALF RIGHT 1

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These has been pages I've done for a skts webtoon idea that I have started, but lost inspiration, as it was something new for me and quite hard and had zero to no interaction hehe but I may just share it here anyway!

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[strawberrykake]

close-ups !!

u may use as icons or just to stare at them 🫠

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[loveephia]

some of the HQ boys with a girlfriend who has fluffy cheeks. (kuroo, atsumu, kenma, oikawa, akaashi, sakusa.)

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, reader getting called some petnames, reader is annoyed by atsumu, you get compared to cute animals a bit.

⚠ warning/s: none.

part 1 | part 2

KUROO TETSURŌ

now kuroo's seen a lotta things

but your cheeks have got to be the most bizarre sight he's ever witnessed.

(in a good way, of course)

HE LOVES PINCHING THEM. HARD.

and whenever you ask him why he does it, he goes on a lengthy explanation about how cuteness aggression works

"kitten, it's because in response to positive experiences, some people express their feelings in a dimorphous manner, meaning they—"

gosh, you love this nerd

but pls shut him up with a little peck. he'll continue to ramble until the subject is about softshelled turtles or something.

ATSUMU MIYA

honestly, he never understood why people would gush over their s/o back then

it was always: "waaah! _____ is so cool!" or "_____ is the most beautiful girl ever.."

then, he got into a relationship with you

"your cheeks're so cute, darlin'." atsumu pokes one while you hiss at his statement. you can't stand people who comment about your cheeks!

oh, but atsumu thinks you're just like an angry little kitten

so with a childish smile, here he is stretching your cheeks like they're daifuku.

"hands off, miya."

"ouch, why are we on a last name basis now?!"

KENMA KOZUME

here is a visual representation of kenma when he finds out how fluffy your cheeks are:

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

i can imagine kenma's fingers being sore for playing video games hours on end, so a bit of pillow-like material your cheeks can help with the aching!

so here you are, looking at kenma with a dumbfounded smile, as he's still massaging your cheeks round and round in circles

"ken? what's this all about?"

fuee.. fuee..

"..nothing." he mumbles

okay, kenma. whatever makes you happy, i guess.

TŌRU OIKAWA

this man loves pda, so expect a lot of cheek kisses from him

he's all shameless about it too

which irritates you cuz you get shy very easily.

and he knows. HE KNOWS HIS EFFECT ON YOU.

oikawa could be talking to the other third years, and every now and then, he'd kiss your cheek

LIKE STOP STOPS TOP STOp sSFOPSpstop

"t- tōru.. can you not?" you stuttered out, a blush creeping up your neck

"but princess, you're just so cute!" he whines

oikawa has a lot of fans, but the only person he'll ever be a fan of, is you :D

KEIJI AKAASHI

honestly, he doesn't really care that much

but he thinks they're the cutest feature you have.. (♥︎ . .)

when your cheeks are full from eating, akaashi thinks that you look just like a little hamster

y'know how a hamster stores food in their cheeks and they puff up a ton?

yeah, that's how akaashi sees you.

"keiji, s'there sumthin' wrong?" you manage to say from your mouthful of food

"please don't talk while you eat, angel." he reminds you, wiping off a small speck of rice from your chin

akaashi makes a mental note to add a hamster emoji at the end of your contact name later

"my y/n 🐹"

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

he doesn't like pda, nor does he like physical contact in general

though he can't help but be a little bit curious as to how your round cheeks feel against his pointer finger

after all, the boy's only human 😔

so he does the inevitable and pokes one

you stopped breathing for a good sixteen seconds.

"..sakusa?" you turn to him, all mortified

"soft.." he thought

sakusa doesn't like kissing out in the open, but he'll settle for your innocent little cheek-to-cheek kisses

because he gets to feel the plush of your cheek against his

his face is so red pls someone save him 😭😭😭

© lowercase intended | loveephia

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[blucassiopeia]

Contrast

"A prelude spin-off for an upcoming fic"

warnings: afab!reader, reader being 5 years older, 8.6k LONG

A Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader oneshot

a/n: solid clue on this; sorry for the delayyy, a lengthy one to compromiseee

"What do you want? I still haveー"

"C'mon, Kiyo. You just got back here from Osaka."

"Then, speak. Stop hitting around the bush. You know I don't like hospitals."

"She's gonna be here any moment. Just be patient, son."

Kiyoomi grunted as he sat back on his dad's office couch. The office was rather modern, his dad desperately riding Kiyoomi's generation. Though, it has their big family portrait just right off his humungous desk that he remembered was from Barcelona. His desktop was coated with orange fluffy cloth siders, probably a gift of Sara's, Kiyoomi's 4-yr-old nieceーand it was paired with a keyboard and mouse of the same shade. It practically throws off the white and classy vibe of the place. He smiled at the thought.. but this is all till in a hospital's vicinity. Kiyoomi's stomach started stirring.

"So, how's your team? Are you fitting nicely?" His father asked as Kiyoomi fiddled with his phone, huffing through his black mask, very anxious to leave.

"Sort of. We have the leagues next three months."

"Oh fuck off. The chief resident asked you, not me."

"Please."

The door flung open and revealed you in your scrub suit and gown, tongue mockingly out to someone behind the door. You, then, slid inside the office and closing the door, your eyes fell on Kiyoomi first, and then to his father. Kiyoomi has to inch the distance more from the smell his nose registered. Where would she had been? Germs. Germs. Germs.

"You called for me, Sirーah, Doc?"

Kiyoomi didn't spare you a glance, still fiddling at his phone, maybe trying to give his volleyball team captain a text or two of any nonsense to keep him visually busy. He just wants to get out of that place. His system is screaming already. He might want an alcohol bath, uh, that's too much. How does his family doing it likeー

"That's my youngest right there, Kiyoomi." The chairman of the hospital gestured to the curly black-haired man sitting dejectively on the couch, trying his hardest to ignore your presence. You perked a brow.

You leaned to the chairman, in the attempt to whisper. "And? I don't babysit teenagers, Doc. Too busy in becoming the medical director that I promised you."

Kiyoomi happened to glance at your direction when his father laughed lightly at whatever you whispered to him. He noticed your pout as you straightened your back, your gown's fabric crinkling at the movement. What were you even whispering to an old, married man? His nose scrunched up behind his mask, returning his attention to his phone.

"Take him to dinner, Y/n."

Both of your heads snapped at Sakusa Takashi that's already beaming at you, clearly pleased at what he said.

"Whー" Kiyoomi started to retort but you raced him to it first.

"I'm still comfortable in third-wheeling with Dai or with Katana-nee, Doc. Are they whining over me already?" Your feet stomp at your every word, whining like a child.

Kiyoomi wondered how did you even know his brother, or his cousin. Are you acquainted with the rest of his family? He doesn't recognize you from the numerous family occasions, or in any business functions where you could possibly be but remained unnoticed to him. Ugh. He knows where this is going. This also happened to his sister, that she somehow liked after years. He shivered at the thought.

He can't take the atmosphere of the office anymore so he stood up and said, "I'm going home."

"And he's this rude, Doc?" You smirked at Kiyoomi's direction, the ChairmanーKiyoomi's fatherーmirroring you, teasing his youngest son.

Huh. Is this a challenge?, Kiyoomi thought as he stared straight at his dad, black eyes hardly pass your figure. He scoffed at his father that mouthed 'Just once.' And he bored his eyes on yours and sighed.

You clasped your hands together, easing the tension Kiyoomi was giving you. "So, gimme an hour or two and I'd be ready, Kiyo. Orrrー" You faced the chairman and winked at him, knowing fully well that he knew what you're going to do with his beloved son. "ーbe with me in my rounds."

When you turned back to face Kiyoomi, you were greeted by his twitching eyes behind those round and delicate thin rimmed glasses. You returned them with a sly grin.

Kiyoomi found himself trudging after you to wherever. He actively convinces himself that this is better than waiting on that area where various people flocksーthe germ and virus infested waiting area at the lobby. This is better than staying on his dad's office where he'll just not hear the end of a discussion he doesn't want to associate with. Being with you is better. Yes, being with you is better.

You rounded to a hallway and he lifted his eyes from your back when he heard a familiar voice in the nearby nurse stationーto which you're heading to.

"The patient in 302 has to have his rehabilitations in 3 hours. Is the facility ready?"

"Yes, Doc."

"Dai, are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

You heard Kiyoomi groaned at your back as Daisuke and Katana spotted you approaching with their Kiyoomi. Their eyes are on him, round with bewilderment and surprise. You snorted. They are the culprits, the nerve of them. But eitherway, it's turning out well. Hopefully.

"Kiyoomi?"

"Is that their volleyball player?"

"Doc Takashi's youngest! Sakusa Kiyoomi!"

"He's so tall!"

"So hot lookーI mean, good looking!"

"He looks like a rougher version of Doc Dai."

Daisuke was the first one to approach his brother. Kiyoomi took a few steps back from him to which he chuckled. He glared at his brother through his glasses, daring him to approach further. Daisuke's tied black curls swayed as he moves his head to face you, hands in either sides of his waist, his gown pushed back revealing his branded slacks and dress shirt. Yeah, Kiyoomi's a rougher version alright.

"Ah, thanks Y/n, but how did you do this?"

His soft and genuinely amused laughs filled the hallways, followed by Katana's. The other fellows, nurses and residents nearby turned to the sound. You mentally noted that if Kiyoomi hasn't been wearing his mask, you'll see how red his cheeks were. Daisuke and Katana are sure to know how to tease him. You pursed your lips, not knowing whether to laugh with them or sympathize with his agony.

"Rounds." It was dangerously low that it had stuttered Daisuke's laughs. Kiyoomi's head was facing you, dark eyes demanding.

"Rounds, Y/n? With Kiyo?" Katana asked with pure curiosity as she motioned herself closer to you, her eyes on Kiyoomi.

"Who's with Sara right now?"

"Toya."

"Yeah, we have to have dinner by 6:30pm so he can go home early." Both of your fellow doctors turned wide-eyed to you from what you have just said. You rolled your eyes at them. "You whined at Sir Kashi about me third-wheeling on your respective dates. Can't believe you."

The two are still dumbstruck when you turned to Kiyoomi who's getting grumpier by the second. "Let's go?" You, next, called out to the interns at the back of the nurse station. "Those who wants to come with me for reports, let's go."

Katana rushed to the nurse station and opened a drawer hastily and went back in a matter of seconds, handing something to Kiyoomi. You peered at her extended hand and found two cute plastic vials of sanitizers, to which he gladly accepted. You heard stories of Kiyoomi from his siblings and cousins and how he hates crowds so much, anti-social.. and a germaphobe. You were even surprised he followed you to your rounds.

"Take care of my brother, Y/n." You didn't miss the dazed and stuttering tone of Daisuke as he patted your shoulder. He also placed a hand on Kiyoomi's shoulder as the latter carefully lather some of the sanitizer in his hands and sniffed it. Daisuke gave a squeeze at his shoulder before patting it twice. "Kiyo."

The interns and a nurse came filing up behind you, ready for the rounds. You took the walk to the ward when Katana called out, "Kiyo, be kind, okay?" Kiyoomi grumbled at your side to which you giggled. He shot a glance at you and furrowed his brows. You playfully turned your eyes away from him and stuffed your hands on your gown's pockets.

"Dai? Dinner? Seriously?"

"Dad. It's Dad."

Kiyoomi felt like running when he first stepped into the first ward you picked to do your rounds. He overheard your conversation with the one girl intern that you have two patients here. He took a deep breath and followed you inside.

"Mommyy~ how's the stitches? Is it still painful and itchy? How are you feeling?"

"Jii-saaaan~ how is the therapy? Are your movements doing fine? No reactions?"

"Baby~" He heard you cooed at that one kid on the second ward you lot went in. You sat in his bed and carefully patted his head. "Why are you crying? Does it still hurt?"

Kiyoomi has to turn his eyes away from your figure and unintentionally coughed. He mumbled a low sorry, thankfully of which you didn't hear.

"Tall curly man." His eyes turned back to the crying kid. The kid's eyes were on Kiyoomi as you looked with him with soft eyes. Kiyoomi thought he might be 6 or 7 years old. So young to be in a hospital. His eyes steeled and cold as he remembered something of which he shouldn't.

"I'm gonna wait outside."

You looked at Kiyoomi with concern and nodded. "One more room upstairs and we're off." Kiyoomi nodded as he took the exit of the ward. He can still hear the kid's cries from here so he distanced himself more, enough that he can see you walk out of the room anytime.

The ride was silent. Very uncharacteristic of you. Kiyoomi was silent, well he always is. You wanna ask about that cough and walking out a while ago but you thought that he maybe just be too grossed out at the patients. You suddenly felt guilty of making him accompany you in your rounds. You bit your lip as your hand knuckled up on the stirring wheel.

You badly want to break silence so, "Where should we eat?"

"Wherever you wish."

You glanced at him and found him staring at the view of bustling nightlife of Tokyo. You sighed and drove to your med friends' go-to fine dining. Well, you're assuming Kiyoomi would like it considering he's from a well-off family.

He waited for you to round up to him from the driver's side, you fixing your blouse as you approach him. Kiyoomi never got a good look of you in the hospital but now, amidst the glowing dim light of the restaurant and the parking lot's lamp post nearby, he sees you clearly and radiantly. It took him over a minute to stop his intrusive thoughts while you were still fixing your blouse and hair, unaware of his eyes, and so he motioned to the entrance of the restaurant.

"You're not allergic to anything?" He shook his head in response as he opened the door for you, to which your brows perked for a millisecond.

You ordered directly after being seated. The modern Japanese style fine-dining restaurant that you're in has a romantic ambience. Candles are lit and it's a bit dark, with just a low and very dimly-lit chandelier on each section of the space. Your friends would often take you here when they have to have a relaxing dinner after a toxic shift. And it is relaxing. You wonder if Kiyoomi's feeling the same.

He's exuding a laid back expression with a glint of disapproval to the whole situation you're both in. You're not dumb as to not know what the Chairman wants to happen with the both of you. You sighed. Just try, huh. Okay.

"So, Kiyo" You started, and his eyes darted to you from his phone, the candle giving it an unfathomable impression. You gulped. "When's the start of the season?"

He sighed and his gaze fell back to his phone. "In three months."

"MSBY, right? Of Osaka?" He nodded, eyes still on his phone. You chewed your cheek as your lashes kept fluttering on his direction, brows visibly furrowed at his loss of interest.

"How's Inunaki?"

Kiyoomi's brows were the first to react. It shot up, dragging his eyes with it, and then his head till you have his full attention, phone already discarded at the table.

He obscurely coughed, "You know him?"

You nodded, remembering the days when you dated the sweet libero. He was cute, but then you broke up with him to focus on your profession. It was a clean break though. No more strings attached. You were just reminded by him because the gentleman right in front of you is on the same team as your ex-boyfriend.

Kiyoomi was running his tongue on the backs of his teeth as he studied your face. You knew their team's libero. And your facial expression now was just like when he saw you talking with Daisuke earlier.

"He's fine. He's staying with our captain in their house just off Kita District. He might be off to Osaka next week with him." You hummed softly and it sent shivers on him, it made his thighs pop anxiously underneath the table.

He knows what's happening. Fuck, he knows what's happening. Can't believe it's actually happening at this certain point in his life. He remembered those incessant talks with his friends on his volleyball batch, especially talks with Atsumu and Kenji. He tilted his head as he stares at the spot on the table directly in front of you, not daring to look you in the eye.

"Howー" He was cutted off when the food arrived at your table. Thankfully. He didn't know what's gotten into him that he was about to ask something he shouldn't. He bit his lip behind his mask as he watched the food getting arranged in the table.

You're still dazed at how Kiyoomi suddenly poured you a bit of his attention by just mentioning Shion when suddenly, he got rid of his mask so casually you didn't have time to brace yourself. You found yourself staring at his features as a whole. His nose perfectly fitted his handsome face, thin-lipped, smooth cheeks and sharp jawline. You found your eyes trailing to every nook of his face and found his eyes in the process, staring back at you.

"Wow. You're handsomer without the mask, Kiyo."

Kiyoomi raised a brow as he placed a plate full of sushi and sashimi in front of you. "And you're saying that so casually, thanks." You didn't miss the little quiver of his bottom lip as he spoke, red ears still evident within the orange light from the candles.

You smiled while prepping your chopsticks. "Well, we're already grown-ups so no need to shy away about saying those kind of things." You trailed your eyes at his face, now focused on what dish to try first. But no, Kiyoomi's attention is on your voice. He's desperately trying to act normal, and yes, controlling himself and his tongue.

"Try the sashimi first, they taste good. Or do the Gyoza." You suggested and he picked the sashimi first, nodding as the dish reached his tongue. You have to distract yourself with eating your own food served in front of you.

The dinner was fine, casual queries and talks were exchanged but you concluded that someone not daring enough can't get any info out of Kiyoomi. And you're not daring enough. All queries were just public info, you-can-know stuffs.

You stared at the mirror of the restroom after you briefly excused yourself after taking two glasses of wine just to get out of that situation. You're questioning yourself, and can't believe you're feeling insecure with how you look. You fixed your hair, your lip tint. Are you that old for Kiyoomi? Are you not pretty for him?

You groaned as you repeatedly muttered, "Just try. If it doesn't work, then okay. It's okay." You exited that restroom with a newfound determination.

"Shall we go? Dai-nii said you both have to prepare for a surgery 6 hours prior." You stuttered as it was the first sentence Kiyoomi gave you after you sat back from the restroom. You whisked your wrist for your watch and rolled your eyes. It's still 7:30pm, the surgery is 5am. Seriously, Daisuke?

Grumpiness sat in you as you drove back to the hospital, still basking on Kiyoomi's silence. Or which you thought.

"Can we go to your favorite alley of yakitori?" Your wide-eyed gaze found his popping thighs and you didn't dare to look further to his face. But he noticed your surprised expression to which he turned away with a steeled expression and a click out of his tongue.

Why is he frustrated? He can't be that frustrated. He doesn't care about you. He closed his eyes for the rest of the ride.

"Kiyo, what are we doing here?"

He just hummed as he collect himself out of your car and out to the alley, clearly looking for a certain stall, his mask already back on his face, sanitized hands on his pockets. You scampered after him to which he sighed and turned back to you. He saw you still taking a few steps closer to him as you fixed your hair and glistening eyes locking to a stall farther back. He can't miss the brief parting of your lips and a bob on your throat. He followed your gaze and briskly walked to that direction.

"Hey! Wait!"

Where are you dining? She likes the yakitori on her favorite streetfood alley.

Kiyoomi, she has to prepare for our surgery 6 hours prior. Take her back to the hospital right after dinner.

Where are you now? Are you on your way back? Don't reply if you're driving. Be careful.

Daisuke's texts kept ringing on his ears as he heaves two trays full of yakitori, with you following him in bewilderment. You both were walking to the previous nurse station Kiyoomi saw his brother. And he's really there now and waiting. Kiyoomi furrowed his brows as he saw his brother perked up on your sight.

Kiyoomi was silent as he placed the trays on the station and informing them that it's on the house. He quickly took the paperbag with some yakitoris too and handed it to you, ignoring the stares of Daisuke on his side.

"Kiー"

"You shouldn't be considerate with others when we say Wherever you want. It was supposed to be your choice." You were startled when he said that to your face, the others hearing it. "Anyways, thanks for driving and for the dinner."

Your jaw dropped, cheeks burning, as your eyes followed his hovering figure walking away from you. Kiyoomi was clearly annoyed with whatever and you had no idea why that is. You turned to face Daisuke who was already staring at you, and he huffed, big strides following Kiyoomi.

"Doc Dai was already frustrated with something, Doc Y/n."

You turned to the nurse who spoke, gesturing her to go on with what's she's saying. "Maybe something about his dad?"

Hm. Maybe because of the run-down of the department's allowance., you thought as you ran your fingers through the paperbag with five yakitoris. You smiled at the thought of Kiyoomi. Well, he can be sweet while being grumpy and mean.

"Kiyo!"

Kiyoomi rolled his eyes as he detestfully punched in the buttons of the elevator. He quickly pulled out the sanitizer Katana gave her and lather some on his hands. Daisuke found his space on his brother's side, huffing whileーKiyoomi doesn't knowーlooking so annoyed with something? He smirked.

"You didn't go eat at her favorite stall?" Daisuke asked as the elevator dinged and opened for the both of the men. Thankfully, it's empty so they piled in.

"We're already eating when you texted." Kiyoomi deadpanned, just staring at the elevator door while his brother's body is on his direction, eyes somewhat blazing with whatever. Kiyoomi's not dumb, and he's mad at it.

"And you bought her yakitori after the dinner? What's with the trays?"

"For you, guys. Trying to be friendly, considering Katana-nee-san asked me to be kind."

He walked out of the elevator as soon as it reached the basement parking lot of the hospital building, Daisuke following behind with more questions he's not gonna answer due to an impending blow on his part that he's afraid to burst.

"It just took a few hours for you huh."

Kiyoomi faced his brother, full height and pride seeping through his veins, face scrunched up with his now discarded mask tucked on his chin.

"Dai. Nii. Chan. Why are you dating someone else when you're clearly in love with her?" There goes the blow.

When Daisuke didn't answer because of utter shock, Kiyoomi dragged his feet to his car far out left of the parking lot leaving his brother behind and frozen.

But he didn't know why he found himself on the same hospital again a week after that fateful one-time dinner. His fingers are tapping on his steering wheel as he was parking. His niece mused as how she's going to see Daisuke and Katana, Motoya cradling her in the passenger seat. No one knew of the conversation he had with Daisuke, and Daisuke hadn't been talking to him the past week, clearly left unguarded with Kiyoomi's blow. Irritating. As irritating as how you got stuck in his mind since that dinner night.

"Yoomi!" Sara leaned to Kiyoomi as they got out of the car. Kiyoomi carried her in one arm and eyed Motoya for her orange mask.

"Matchy." Motoya snickered as he hooked Sara's mask on her ears and quickly got his phone to take a picture of his grumpy cousin and Sara, both wearing orange kiddie masks. Motoya was surprised when Kiyoomi kissed Sara's head through his mask, completely ready for the shot. And he might've sent it to their GC, or maybe even posted online that you'll be seeing a few hours later and keel about.

Sara is loved by many nurses and doctors in the hospital for her talkativeness and cuteness, their future cutie doctor. But you gravely prayed she'll never be like her uncle Kiyoomi that yes, a kind gentleman but also and absolutely yes to being rude and grumpy.

Your irises immediately dilated when you saw her in Kiyoomi's arm, and how cute of Sara to make Kiyoomi wear her signature orange stuffs. You chuckled at the thought as you approached them.

"Ah, Y/n-san!" You ruffled Motoya's hair as you saw him bounding past Kiyoomi with Sara's orange bag.

"Y/n-chaan~" Sara mused as she leaned for you to carry her. But Kiyoomi held her away from you.

"She still has germs, Sara." Eventhough it was a mumble, you can't help but to hear it considering the distance between you. "Later, okay?" Kiyoomi kissed Sara's cheek still with mask on.

Sara lovingly put her hand on Kiyoomi's cheek, nudging the bottom of his glasses up, "But I like her, Yoomi. Won't care if she has germs or none. You shouldn't too. You like her, right?"

Motoya snorted at your back, while you and Kiyoomi unmistakenly blushed at Sara's words.

"Baby, Iー" Kiyoomi glanced at you, your hand on your mouth and face still burning, eyes still wide on him from shock. "I don't.. like.. her."

Kiyoomi's words rang in your ears and it has been an hour since then. You're in the middle of your rounds, clearly distracted that she had to let the interns take notes of what she said and had to read them afterwards for double checking. You tilted your head to let the thought die, and ran your fingers through your hair.

You jumped at a low cough on your side, and your head turned to face Kiyoomi, head low and fiddling fingers together, eyes unfocused. "Yes, Kiyoomi?"

His eyes shot at you on his name, uncomfortable without the nickname you once gave him. And you didn't know why, searching on your depths why didn't you used that. He'll probably worry about that, but very unlikely. He doesn't like you.

"Sara wants you to be with us out for dinner."

"Okay." You nodded in a heartbeat still wondering why doesn't he like you.

And Kiyoomi is uncomfortable with the looks you're giving him as you walk with him, Sara still in his arms refusing to walk because of her uncle's big paces. She is still talking with you and you converse with her, your eyes still burning on Kiyoomi from time to time. And Kiyoomi doesn't like how out-of-place is he with the little girl talk.

You rode passenger in his car, Sara on your lap after Kiyoomi told you it's now okay. But on what grounds are you okay? You can't understand that side of him, and you want to ask him to understand. You want to understand him. You want to understand whyー

You shifted on your seat, arms wrapping on Sara's little waist as she sings songs from Kiyoomi's nursery rhymes, and you sang with her too through the familiar lyrics. And it was proper music for Kiyoomi and he scoffed inaudibly, so amused with the scene he wished he can record it.

His mind was unintentionally wandering far off the future, where you could be with your own little girl in your lap, still with him in the driver's seat, both of you all dressed up according to the little girl's wishes. And it will be blissful and peaceful and no Daiー

He felt himself knuckled up at his steering wheel and you took notice, stammering mid-singing, thinking he doesn't want you singing, thinking how bad your voice is. You gulped hard, eyes straight to the dash and onto the highway he's cruising through.

"Don't you want me here, Kiyoomi?" You tilted your head, chin resting on your palms as Kiyoomi's eyes were on his niece playing on the makeshift playground of the kiddie fastfood chain. Kids on her age are there too. Ugh germs. He might want Sara to take a bath when they get home later.

It's Kiyo for you, Y/n. It's Kiyo. He wanted to say that he caught himself. He doesn't want to be misunderstood, though he himself doesn't understand himself either.

"Motoya's with Dad on a business meeting about his share. And I'm sorry if I can't stop Sara from whining for you to go with us." You hummed and his thigh started popping anxiously at instinct to the sound.

"Kiyoomi. Look at me for a second." Why do you want him to look at you? Why are you even asking him to look at you? His thoughts were battling inside his head and he willfully silenced it just for a moment, and without a thought, looked at you straight to your dilated orbs. He never found such beautiful eyes like yours, beautiful orbs beyond those long lashes. He blinked.

"Why?"

"Oh, nothing." You smiled and you found what you were looking for. A deductive confirmation, an incomplete assessment to whatever situation you have with him. You suddenly wanna go back to the hospital, or just anywhere away from his scalding gaze also searching.

The food was already served when Sara got back from the indoor playground, already holding her mask out of her face like Kiyoomi now. Kiyoomi turned her little figure around and got her scrunchie to tie her long big-curled black hair. And you reveled at the sight.

"D'you want me to feed you or you wanna be a big girl for today?"

"With Y/n-chan, Yoomi."

You felt like your heart skipped a beat when Sara lipped on your direction. Oh how cute is she, a bead of sweat still trickles down her temple and forehead. You reached for her hand and sat her on your lap to which she happily obliged, swaying her legs against yours as she smiles to her uncle across the table.

"Her towel, Yoomi." You deadpanned at Kiyoomi, trying hard not to smile when you imitated Sara's nickname for him, trying hard not to smile when you saw him blush upon hearing it slip out of your lips. And he tried too hard not to dwell on it. Try harder, Kiyoomi.

"Baby, you have to feed yourself because she also has to eat, okay?"

"But I want to be fed by Y/n-chan, Yoomi." Sara's pouts were Kiyoomi's weakness. He closed his eyes in exasperation, keeping in mind that he is the adult here and with the authority.

"Yeah, Yoomi, I can feed her while eating just fine. Let's eat."

And you tried your hardest too, to make it sound so natural and not veiled with awkwardness. And Kiyoomi regretted finding that Kiyo on you earlier that day. This is way worst than it, this will drive him to his grave. He bit his lip in annoyance to his giddiness.

The dinner with Sara went fine with you feeding her. Kiyoomi helped through the process, feeding her alternately while you eat, too. And maybe a bit too awkward, because some eyes inside the food chain were on you three, murmuring about how good-looking of a family you are with Kiyoomi and Sara. You should put some blush-on next time when you're with him, just to hide the natural blush you had been wearing throughout the time.

"Thank you for your time, Y/n."

"Anytime." You winked at him and debated with yourself between saying more, or just go straight to anywhere away from him. That was enough indulgence for today for Kiyoomi doesn't like you. You have to remind yourself.

But you softly patted the head of the sleeping figure in Kiyoomi's arms, and Kiyoomi stiffened on the closeness. He can smell your fragrance and something else. He nibbled his cheek and turned his eyes straight, to where he found Daisuke staring at them, smiling. Kiyoomi was confused for a moment.

"Take her home now. Drive safely, Yoomi." You patted his wide and bulky shoulder softly, trying not to wake Sara up. Kiyoomi hummed as he stared back on his brother, clearly pertrubed over something in his mind he dare not say. And you were oblivious of the tension. He's so glad you were.

You waved Kiyoomi bye and went to Daisuke, slithering your body towards him before grasping both his cheeks with one hand. All the while, Daisuke was still smiling to Kiyoomi before he dropped his eyes on you and messed your hair. Kiyoomi had to quickly turn away and go straight home, also oblivious that the following morning will change the course of the situation.

You were pacing back and forth outside the halls for the doctors' offices, a hard flush on your cheeks visible. Kiyoomi had asked you out of nowhere for a lunch date of sorts.

These past two months was too confusing for you. Because the Kiyoomi that doesn't like you keep poking out of nowhere, taking a portion of your time of day. May it be another dinner with Sara, or just with him, or being with you on your rounds, recently and suprisingly mask down and talking with your patients. He may have even memorized your sched like the back of his hand for the untimely timing of his visits.

These past two months was like a typhoon for you. Kiyoomi was the typhoon. And you can't brace yourself enough. Maybe because you were used to him being rude and grumpy, well, he still is, but something changed in him.

"Good luck, Y/n. HAHAHA!"

Motoya replied once when you asked him about why Kiyoomi was doing things he usually won't do. What's the good luck for? The toothpaste in the tube had bursted out and grimed on your fingers in annoyance to Motoya's reply.

"No comment LOL!"

And Daisuke, too. He's becoming normal for youーin a sense that he won't joke about his feelings for you anymore, or he isn't as clingy as before, and less time with you. You remembered pouting when you read his reply after you asked him too about Kiyoomi's actions, and that you threw your phone across your bed in frustration.

But now, you were smiling calmly in the back of your mind, reminding yourself that Kiyoomi doesn't like you. Yeah, he doesn't like you.

"Okay. Pick me up? Text me if you're here already."

"Can we take pictures Y/n?"

Like hell. You tried not to notice him taking stolen pictures of you when you're not looking. But never with him. You nodded and took his phone and snapped a pic with himーor maybe four with wacky poses. A nurse also took one with you on your scrub suit and gown, his hand surprisingly ghosting on your waist to which you nearly flinched.

"What's with the pictures?" You asked him during your lunch with him in your favorite yakitori stall.

"I'm going back to Osaka this weekend. Leagues are in a month and we still have to condition ourselves." You poked on your katsudon as you pouted on his answer.

"Had to show how you are doing to Inunaki-san. You're friends, right?"

He placed a slice of meat on your bowl that you acknowledged by placing a yakitori on his plate. You hummed at his statement, to which his thighs popped and you placed a hand on it to relax him and grinned, a habit you have when you hummed and he'll grow anxious by it. You tapped his thigh once before continuing on your meal.

"You're going back to Osaka. Can I come see your games some time if I'm free?" You're pushing your luck, no way he'll agree toー

"Sure. Any vacant time. Just be sure it'll not disrupt your shifts. I'll text you the time and venues of every game we'll have 3 days prior."

You smiled through kneading with your food with your chopsticks. "Glad to hear." And maybe you should know sometime soon, that even if moments like these are to be captured, it won't do any justice to Kiyoomi.

"Can I go see you off this weekend then?"

Both of you are already back from the lunch date when you asked him. He's still sipping from his milktea, one hand on the plastic with 2 large trays of yakitori, biceps flexing against his fitted black shirt, his jacket discarded on his car. You're also carrying two batch containers of milktea, all for the residents and nurses in the station.

"No. I might not be present in the games if you do see me off."

It is still the Kiyoomi that doesn't like you.

"See you soon." And your heart skipped a beatーokay, maybe twoー when he leaned in to kiss your forehead swiftly as he can to put his mask back on to conceal his reddening cheeks.

You tried to stay calm as you smiled at him. "Take care, Yoomi."

He hummed and patted your head. "I'll come see you soon."

And before you even realized it, he's walking away from you, and it might hurt just one bit of this figure of him being away. You pursed your lips as your mind registered what had happened. But you rolled your eyes as you were not the first one to reactーmore like, squeal.

"Stop it, Katana-nee!" You can't help but giggle as more of the nurses joined Katana's teasing and squealing. "Yoomi doesn't like me."

Katana scoffed mid-giggling. "What nonsense is that? He clearly likes you, Y/n!"

"He said so himself." You shrugged, still smiling as you took a sip of the milktea you and Kiyoomi bought.

"And you?" Your eyes darted to her, Katana's scrutinizing gaze boring at you. "How are you feeling about this?"

You stared at her, fumbling with your thoughts in your mind on how to answer that that it won't be misunderstood. Though, one phrase stood out. You bit your lip and hang your head low, fiddled with the straw of your milktea.

"I don't want to fall in love alone, Nee-san."

"Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium. Nov 24, 5:30pm. Let me know if you could come so I can reserve you a seat near the court."

You smiled, staring at his text from 3 days ago. You have replied then, even videocalled him after that, and the day after, like the ones you had a few weeks ago whenever he was free, or when you are free. It has been barely two months and the leagues has already started last month. You had watched his matches that you can't see live on your phone, or on Youtube. And you call each other at the end of each game, just talking about anything like how was the day going for both of you, or how was the game,or how did you enjoy watching him play. You smiled at how he wants you to be involved in his field of interest. But Y/n, he doesn't like you.

"Y/n, Chairman called for you in his office."

You turned to face Doc Akaashi and his hoarse voice. Your brows furrowed at it. "You okay, Doc?"

"I'm okay. Just stressed with my son."

"Oooh, Keiji?"

He nodded, running a hand on the back of his neck. "Yeah, but he's okay now, thanks to his friendsーyour Yoomi included." He snorted at his tease. You pouted as he patted your shoulder and walked away after gesturing you to the Chairman's office.

You checked the timeーstill 9:30amーwhile walking through the long hallway to the Chairman's office. You still have to pick up Sara by 3pm because she has literally begged you yesterday to take her to her Jii-chan Yoomi's games. And it will be a secret, she said. You chuckled at the thought of her. That kid really adores Kiyoomi.

You knocked before going into the office. You were entranced by a golden haired young man with glasses and a dark-grayish green haired young man on the couch, sitting and looking at you walking in the room.

"ーCoz Doc, I can't."

You turned to the Chairman's direction and you saw a golden-haired young lady sitting in front of the Chairman and rambling about something. Is she a patient?

"Sit first, Y/n." You heard the chairman as he paused to look at you, with the golden-haired lady's eyes on you too. She smiled at you briefly and turned again to the Chairman. You sat down across the men, well as you look closely they might still be in highschool. They're just tall-lookingーor really maybe tall.

"I am okay, really."

The golden haired boy snorted. "Doc, she slapped someone real hard hardly two hours ago. Twice."

The girl turned to the direction of the boy who spoke. "Shut up, Kei! She needs it! Who would wake her up other than her bestest girl-friend she'll ever have, huh?"

"You hate her." It was the other boy now that had spoken, and you were out of place already, trying to understand the situation.

She pouted, "I don't, and she knows it."

"Okay. Okay, Ran. Just do the oximeter for now. Will that calm you three?"

The Chairman took the pulse oximeter and latched it on Ran(?)'s pointer finger. And you had no idea why you're here. You leaned back on the couch while waiting for anything.

"I told you to just stay at Fukurodani while we send them off! Now Aki-nii knew about this!"

"And who texted him huh? Was itー"

And the unspeakable happen. The door of the office bursted open and you might've been excited for this for months now, but no. He stormed to Ran and pulled her up to stand.

"I told you not to go here to see my dad!"

It was Kiyoomi, already in his jersey under his MSBY track jacket, his black eyes furious and mask disregarded somewhere in his pockets. It stirred something in you, of which you thought you won't feel towards him. It scared you.

"Omi-san!" Ran yelped at Kiyoomi's grip. And you felt concerned for her as you jumped up from the couch. You can see his grip digging on her flesh.

"Kiyoomi!" The Chairman had also risen up from his seat, trying to get in between the two.

"I told you, Ran, did I? I told you to go find another doctor to take you! I told you why!"

"Kiyoomi-san!"

"Ran!"

"Omi-san, it hurts!"

"Kiyoomi!"

And you saw it in his eyes that's not leaving Ran's, a flicker of concern as he saw tears trickling down from hers. "Leave. Now."

The amber-eyed boy collected Ran that's now glaring at Kiyoomi, still with tears in her eyes. "Hope you fall in your butt, Kiyoomi!" And she was dragged by her waist out of the office.

Kiyoomi snapped a look at the dazed face of the Chairman, and he groaned. "How could you do that to her?" The chairman whispered in his strangled breaths.

"This is exactly why!"

"She did nothing to us! To you! To me!"

"SHE DID! She has her mother's face that you can't even forget after all these years!"

"It's..not her fault Kiyoomi.."

"Assign her to another doctor Dad, or I'll take the matters to my own hands."

"You know I can't."

Kiyoomi dialed in his phone and took a look at you, he sighed, just registering that you had witnessed something you shouldn't and he mouthed Sorry, to which you nodded, hesitant and still wide-eyed at the course of events happened in a matter of minutes.

"Daisuke. Where are you?ーCan you come up here at Dad's?ーYes, right now. ASAP."

It was achingly quiet for a few minutes when Daisuke barged in, breathless, still in his gown and a steth dangling around his neck. "Saw Ran-chan outside as I'm running up here. What happened?"

But Kiyoomi ignored him and turned to you. "Come with me, Y/n?" His voice is hoarse from yelling, but calmer now.

You followed his hurried paces and he was searching the halls of the hospital and you know who's he searching for. And you are, too. If Ran's a patient, then she should be in aー

Kiyoomi suddenly rushed to a nearby bench just off the indoor café of the hospital. There you saw three figures seating, the same people that are just in the office moments ago. Kiyoomi squatted in front of Ran and peeked on her face. She was doubled over on her knees, the two not daring to touch her. You decide to observe at a distance on earshot, but Kiyoomi looked back at you, wanting you near him, and you stood closer, a few steps away from the golden haired boy who bowed to acknowledge your presence.

"I'm sorry." Kiyoomi was about to touch Ran's head when the amber eyed boy on the other side of the bench cleared his throat.

"Don't touch her yet, Kiyoomi-san."

You saw Kiyoomi sheepishly smile at Ran when there's a slight movement of her head, and you heard Ran groan.

"Don't peekーDon't peek on me like that." A few struggled breaths from her and you hear an exasperated sigh from the golden haired boy beside you. "Up, Omi-san."

The golden-haired boy looked up at you. "Is she the one you're talking about Kiyoomi-san?" Kiyoomi hummed, now on his feet looking down at Ran's position. Are they talking about you? No way.

"Do you have a pulse oximeter? Chairman's was dropped in the office." The question disrupted your impending thoughts of how these boys knew about you. You have to ask Kiyoomi later.

You patted your pockets and thankfully, you have one. It was the hospital's protocol though, for doctors and nurses to bring an oximeter everywhere within the vicinity.

"She's still in high-sensitivity. Hold it first, Kei."

There was silence after, except for Ran's groans and whimpers from time to time. You stared at Kiyoomi that was statue-like, staring at Ran's figure on the bench. A few wild assumptions came to mind at his actions, and how this day showed you another side, well two, of Kiyoomi. You tilted your head as he huffed and looked at you, a silent apology on his eyes. You smiled at him, reassuring him anything you can offer to him eventhough you're unsure of yourself too.

"Told you I can't pick another doctor other than your Dad, Omi-san. I warned you." Ran's eyes were full of fury you can't help but to turn away and flash a grin on the wall.

Kiyoomi rolled his eyes upon hearing her words. "Told you you have to do plastic surgery or something. I hate your face."

"I know I'm pretty." And Ran happened to glance at you and almost immediately, wide-eyed and rounded her lips in surprise, much to your confusion. "And she's prettier up close, Omi-san!"

"Thank you?" You raised a brow at Kiyoomi while you feel your cheeks burn on the compliment, to which he groaned, pulling his phone from his pocket. "Umー"

"I'm Tadashi. This is Ran and Kei. Nice to finally meet you, Y/n-san." Your eyes flew from Kiyoomi to the amber eyed boy that's now standing and bowing briefly to you, flickering a teasing gaze on Kiyoomi. Your confusion grew more, it's achingly pressed to your bones.

"Stop it, Tadashi." Kiyoomi snapped at Tadashi who just grinned and took back his seat.

Ran groaned. "Please don't make me laugh." And to which Tadashi and Kei laughed.

You saw Kiyoomi rolled his eyes, cheeks were also beet red as he turned to you, and you giddily smiled back at him. "Are you still watching the game later?"

"I still can't move. Please, Omi-san, go flirt with her somewhere else, far enough that I can't hear."

"I really want to throw you off the grid, Ran." Kiyoomi deadpanned and you wanna laugh hard at it. Kiyoomi's gonna flirt with who now?

"Thankful that you love me." Ran paused and winked at you. "As a friend, Y/n-san. This irritating guy is all yours."

"You shouldn't tease Kiyoomi-san like that, Ran."

"Whyyy? That's called revenge!"

"But Kiyoomi-san's less grumpy around her, don't you think Kei?"

"Stop it. Don't make me laugh."

All your senses came back when you heard Kiyoomi unintelligently mumbled in his breaths, still in the moment where he's dragging you away from the teasing trio. You finally became aware that every pair of eyes across the lobby, and that those eyes were staring at both of you. You nibbled at your lip as you also became aware of his strong hands gentle but tugging at your wrist to somewhere. You can't help but smile as you fixed your eyes on his curly black hair, swaying as he bounds to the direction of the ER, not surprised that Kiyoomi knows where you have your shift in this time of this specific day of the week.

"You'll flirt with me in the ER, Yoomーah!" You bumped into his shoulder as he halted suddenly, a hall away from the doors of the ER. He turned to you, surprisingly still blushing. "Geez, Yoomi." You half-heartedly took back your tease as you brushed your hand on the spot where his shoulder made contact on your head.

"Yーyou're still coming to the game later, right?" His eyes were unfocused, darting anywhere but in your direction and you find it too cute and amusing.

You hummed, placed both your hands on his shoulders as you tiptoed to kiss his red cheek. "Won't miss it this time. See you later okay?"

You slid a hand on his chest to tap it twice against his MSBY jersey and went off to the ER, grinning at your action and to Kiyoomi's reaction. Flirting with a Kiyoomi that doesn't like you feels like you were shot to as far as Jupiter, far past the clouds.

But you thought you knew what you did to Kiyoomi. You have no idea. As he watches your gown getting winded up as you walked to the doors of the ER after you kissed his burning cheek, he stopped breathing for a moment, replaying the moment in his mind numerous times for a short while. He leaned back on the wall as he catch his breath, licking his dry lips.

"Want a check-up, lovestruck man?" He turned to his smug brother smirking in front of him.

"You already diagnosed me two months ago. Don't need a check-up." Daisuke laughed as he remembered what he said to Kiyoomi months ago.

"Kiyo, okay, listen."

"No."

"Listen, please."

Kiyoomi paused halfway the stairs to their rooms. He sighed and waited for Daisuke to speak up.

"I loved her. Before. Yes. But it doesn't matter now, is it?"

"I don't wanna date someone you loved, Daisuke."

"But you're already falling for her." That surprised Kiyo to the bone. How could Daisuke say things like that so casually? And no, he's not in love with you.

"Don't deny it. I hereby diagnose you as that. And please, don't be considerate of me. Go move on her if you want to. I will support you."

"Y/n-chaan~ Yoomi?" You looked down at Sara that's tightly gripping your hand, afraid to get lost in the crowd of Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium. She's wearing Kiyoomi's merch jersey as you were wearing his jersey too, but not from the merch store. You blushed again behind your orange mask at the thought.

"Want me to carry you, Sara-chan?" She nodded, her curls bobbing with her head as she goes. You picked her up and realized she's not that heavy as you gripped her up around her orange shorts. "Yoomi's somewhere inside. Let's go find him."

But you didn't find him, instead you found someone else.

"Oh. So it's true." You turned to face Inunaki Shion and you smiled at him. "Sakusa Kiyoomi, huh?" You felt Sara squirmed in your arms to face the stranger in front of you.

"I'm Sakusa Sara, nice to meet you sir."

"You already have a kid with him?" Huh?

"What business do you have with my mommy, sir?"

"IーHuh?"

Shion was also as wide eyed and stuttering as you, him, clearly assuming something, and you, clearly confused and surprised with Sara's words. You were about to clear things with him when Shion's eyes fell somewhere far on your back.

You turned to that direction and there, you saw Kiyoomi taking big paces towards you. Sara squealed but your attention was on Kiyoomi and his intense gaze on you.

"Yoomi."

"Sara, close your eyes."

"Haiii~"

You didn't notice the way Sara grinned while closing her eyes, to the way the crowd turned their attention on the three of you, and to how the voices muffled, making it seem like it was buried away deep below.

One thing that you were sure was happening was this: Kiyoomi's hands cupping your cheeks and leaning his face towards yours, staring at your dilated orbs and smiled before tilting his head and closing the gap of his lips and yours.

You had to close your eyes because of the intense feeling he's giving you, kissing him back with equal fervor, too frustrated you can't wrap your arms around his neck so you tightly cradled Sara's waist instead, and still too dumbstruck of why Kiyoomi is kissing you right now.

He leaned his forehead on yours, giving you both chances to catch your breaths. You smiled at him, about to ask him the question when, "Can you be my girlfriend, Y/n?"

And you chuckled at the question that confirmed your past deduction.

"But, Yoomi, Dai said you have to ask first before kissing." And you can't help but laugh at how Sara responded for you, you kissed her cheek in adoration.

"What she said, Yoomi."

"Is it always like that?" He pouted as you turned around to Shion, giving Sara to him to which the little girl understood and even gave you a thumbs-up.

Kiyoomi was baffled at how Shion carried Sara and was about to retort when you pulled him into you and kissed him again, this time wrapping your arms in his neck, him hugging you close by your waist and kissing you back.

And yeah, maybe it's true that Kiyoomi doesn't like you.

Because he was already truly, madly, and deeply in love with you.

"You don't have a girlfriend, sir."

"I will have soon, you know. Behave before I put you down and leave you."

"Should we stop them? The warm-ups will start at 5 minutes."

"Oh, don't be an ass, Meian."

"Someone take a picture of them."

"I feel so single."

Semi Eita | Sugawara Koushi | Kuroo Tetsurou | Akaashi Keiji | Kageyama Tobio | Oikawa Tooru | Miya Osamu

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[𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀]

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 who's a few million bucks away from being a billionaire. He's not just a volleyball player, he's an incredibly successful owner of many, many business in an array of industries. He owned luxury hotels all over the globe in places likes Paris, New York, Rome, all the best tourist spots, he had a successful wine brand and was an investor. But how could he do it all without his beautiful wife at his side to support him with everything. Without you, he'd be a wreck.

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 who's in love with the mansion, the two of you bought a few years ago, along with 7 acres of land. When it came to cars, unlike Atsumu, Oikawa wasn't super into high speed, bright coloured cars, instead he was a fan of the more lavish cars, that most definitely showcased his wealth. He had quite a few Bentleys and Porsches in the colour: black, white, grey and sky blue, sure they were pricey but it was 1000% worth it.

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 who's just as obsessed with designer items as you are. You two are at designer stores at least 5 times a week, his personal favourite being Gucci. You both always needed something: new bag, new shoes, new clothes, new suitcases, it was absolutely necessary that you were both the best dressed anywhere you went.

" wait honey, these are new, do you like them?" You ask, showing your husband a gucci polo shirt, priced at 200 bucks.

Oikawa scans the shirt slowly, tracing his hand through the material.

"the colours nice but the texture is off." He mutters and you roll your eyes.

"You're 10 times more picky than me, it's a nice shirt just buy it." You say, groaning at your husband's pickiness.

"Honey you know it has to be near perfect if not perfect if I'm going to get it."

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 who loves when you visit his games. You always come with a new sign to cheer him on. His favourite was, "FUCK OFF GIRLIES HE'S MINE!!" With a picture of you and him in a heart. He loves seeing you in your slightly revealing outfits as you jump up and down waving your hands in the air. He especially loves when during short intervals, your rush up to him with your little birkin bag that's filled to the brim with plasters, a water bottle, gum, and a napkin with your initials embroidered on it.

He loved the jealous faces of his teammates when you have him kisses all over his face and wipes his sweat with your napkin.

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 who's happy to know you opened up an underground club, only for close friends. Being the hardworking girl you were, constantly juggling thousands of things, you deserved your own little club.

"babe I say we get those fancy Gucci envelopes for the invites." You say to your husband who was making a list of everyone you'd invite.

"Sounds great but we've got a dilemma on our hands." He says circling two names.

"What's up?" You say, frowning.

"How do Sakusa and Osamu keep themselves from getting in a fight with Atsumu?"

You laugh straight away, "It's inevitable, the question is how we can get Ushiwaka on the dancefloor." And he nods, " He can't keep himself away from a few strong drinks, it's bound to happen"

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 who can't help but roll his eyes back whilst your grinding on him in your expensive red dress. You were currently in L.A, in your underground club, having the time of your lives, different coloured lights flashed constantly as people cheered and cheered.

So many of your friends were all gathered in the room doing so many things. In one corner, Suna,Aran and others were filming and cheering as they watched the miya twins drunkenly fight. In another, Bokuto, Hinata and Tendō were competing in a 4th drinking contest whilst in the middle of everything you were on top of him, eyes glued to his.

"fuck, fuck- honey we've got to go in the bathroom." he said, his hands gripping your hips as they moved according to the music.

"hmm okay." you say, letting him carry you away .

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 who quickly unbuckles his trousers and slips of his calvin klein boxers, eager to fuck you. He pushes you up against the bathroom wall, placing your hands above your head as you let your legs wrap around his torso.

He shoves his cock into your pussy, groaning from the immense pleasure of being inside you. Each thrust feels more and more good as he increasing his pace, pushing his thick cock deep into you, moaning loudly as he can feel his orgasm coming close.

"I think it's about time we have a baby, don't you think honey." He whispers in your ear, as he feels your pussy clench around him, telling him you also were about to cum.

He chuckles as you respond with whines and moans, "a little prince or princess - agh- running around the house." he says as his thrusts become much more sloppier.

"sounds great honey." you let out breaths, looking at him with lustful eyes.

You both groan as you release at the same time, Oikawa lets you down slowly but you can't help but fall into him,unable to stand properly.

"my legs hurt because of you." you mumble softly, as he picks you up.

"you got me riled up honey." he pouts, putting your dress back on and softly caressing your hair.

"lets finish this off at home." He says, still not satisfied with less than 5 minutes of fucking.

Suddenly just as you both manage to get back in your clothes, there's a loud knock on the door.

"OIKAWA, Y/N STOP FUCKING, USHIWAKA'S DOING A WORM ON THE FLOOR SHIRTLESS COME OUT!!!" Tendō shouts.

You look at Oikawa with a smile and he picks you up bridal style and runs out the bathroom to get a look at the spectacle outside.

You could wait a few more minutes before going home.

-★-★ hihi!! I'm back with the second post of the series, this time with the eccentric Oikawa, please enjoy and make sure to like and follow ★

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[kyopmi]

sakusa kiyoomi likes sundays — it's his cleaning day.

sure, he'll vacuum the floors daily, always make sure there are no dishes in the sink, wipe down the bathroom counter and mirror after every shower — but sunday mornings are for deep cleaning. he'll dust every shelf and scrub every surface, take the time to actually sweep and mop the floor (it always feel cleaner than the vacuum), restore all the misplaced knick knacks to its original spots.

and kiyoomi doesn't mind if you don't participate — this has become his own little ritual that he's developed — though he can't say doesn't enjoy the feeling of shared accomplishment if you do. and afterwards, when all the cleaning is done and you're both freshly showered, he loves nothing more than to flop back onto the freshly changed sheets and cuddle for a while, properly relaxing after a long week.

it's his safe haven.

in the summer when it's sweltering hot outside, you and kiyoomi are wearing your thinnest layer of clothing (sometimes he forgoes a top altogether) and you lie side by side, usually with your carefully-crafted shared playlist is playing in the background. one of kiyoomi's arms is outstretched to the side and he lets you use it as a pillow, your hair tickling his skin. most of the time, you're both staring at the ceiling with the sunlight filtering in through the windows, sometimes talking about everything and nothing at the same time, other times simply basking in each other's presence.

during the colder days, both you and kiyoomi are wearing something of his. kiyoomi can grumble and protest all he wants about you being a sweater thief but you know he secretly loves it when you wear his clothes, he just doesn't want to admit it yet. (whenever he's clothes-shopping, he would often visualize what you'd look like in the garment, and if he thinks it's not something you would "steal" then he's more likely to put it back in its place.) the both of you are huddled much closer when the temperature decreases, sharing your body warmth under the thick blankets with arms wrapped around each other and legs tangled together. your conversations become more hushed now that you're closer together, as though you're sharing a secret that's meant only for the two of you, even if you're only talking about what to eat for dinner.

sakusa kiyoomi holds these moments dearly in his heart. he thinks — he knows — he doesn't always need big celebrations, fancy date nights or expensive gifts to be able to cherish you. for him, your weekly routine of just being with each other is more than enough.

so, yeah — sakusa kiyoomi loves sundays.

i was going to post ch4 of the suna series today but i got distracted and my brain said i haven't been thinking of kiyoomi enough lately, so here it is! have a lovely day/night from sakusa kiyoomi (he told me you have to, bcs he says so)

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[admiringlove]

hello!! congratulations on 2k followers! thats a big milestone :)

i'd like to send in something for the event!

my name is yves and my favorite haikyuu character is sakusa 💌 i like to draw digitally in my spare time and i love spicy food and sweet snacks. other than drawing, i also like calling with my friends, listening to calming music and designing characters. oh and, if this info is helpful i'm an INTP! :)

thank you for your time and again congratulations on 2k!! you deserve it 🤲

spicy food and late night calls.

hello yves! thank you for the request! i hope this came out as well as you imagined it :)

when the doorbell to your apartment rung, you didn't expect there to be two delivery men from two different stores standing on the other side. they looked just as confused as you. and when you said that you hadn't ordered anything, they said the same thing.

"but the order was placed by sakusa kiyoomi."

you raised an eyebrow, immediately pulling out your phone and texting him.

hey, did you order food and flowers?

his reply comes within milliseconds. as if he was waiting for you to ask that question.

omi: they're for you.

his reply makes you smile, reminding you of how you were early on in your relationship with him. going on dates that had very low budgets because of how broke the two of you were, him buying you small trinkets and telling you the same thing as he did now, "they're for you". you remember the time he gifted you a new digital pen—it had been from his first official salary from being in the msby jackals. he'd said the same thing to you when you'd looked up at him in awe after opening the gift. "it's for you", his voice had been soft, but it echoed through your heart as you wrapped your arms around him and shed tears into his chest, thanking him for simply being there. he'd kissed the top of your head, telling you not to cry as he rubbed your back. from then on, you'd taught kiyoomi how to draw on a tablet. he found it quite irritating at first, having to keep his hand above the screen. but from irritated groans to your background snickers, he'd learned. and now, he preferred to draw parts of you on the screen. whether it be your eyes, the little specks of white and black in them in much detail. or your hands, every vein and bone accentuated.

you let out a small chuckle as you apologize to the two delivery men, taking the bouquet and takeout inside. as you place the packages on the counter, you find the note attached to the flowers.

and then, there's a call incoming from your phone. you know it's him by the ringtone you'd kept for him.

"you're quite the charmer, omi," you grin, "sending me food, flowers and handwritten notes even though you're halfway across the country? how romantic."

"so i don't even get a hello anymore," he retorts, "how unromantic."

"you don't need a hello when all you'll be getting are kisses from me when you get back," you mumble, "but really, how'd you manage to send a note you wrote yourself when you're in okinawa?"

"i went to the florist last night," he says, "wrote the note and told them to deliver it tonight. isn't that thoughtful of me?"

"i think you're getting in over your head," you giggle, pulling out the takeout containers, "also i can smell the spicy stuff. my nose is tingling."

"yeah, i don't miss that at all," you laugh when you hear him say that, reminiscing the time when you first made him eat the noodles from your favorite restaurant. his face had gone red, sweat dripping from his chin to his hair, and he had his tongue out to quench the heat. all you could do then was laugh as he drank glass after glass of iced water.

"you should've told me you have a low spice tolerance," you tell him, opening the container and taking your first bite, "how was i supposed to know you would turn into a tomato?"

"my mouth was on fire," he quips. you can just visualize his narrow eyes and playful frown, "and before you took me there, you should've asked me if i could handle it or not. how was i supposed to know that you would attempt to murder my digestive system?"

you grin, plopping down on your couch as your voice becomes soft, "i miss you already."

"i know," he tells you, "four more days and then i'm back."

"four more days and then i have okinawa's finest sweets coming home to me."

"i knew it," he feigns an offended gasp, "you're using me for food."

"oh no," you say, in a disappointed tone, "you caught me."

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[oomisluvr]

I BITE MY TONGUE (IT'S A BAD HABIT)

SYNOPSIS: sakusa has always weighed his options before making a decision. it’s proven to be more of a hindrance than a help. a bad habit, really. 50/50 angst & fluff. light swearing. allusions to sex, but nothing graphic. mentions of blood.

It feels like the world is ending, but it’s just Thursday. 

Kiyoomi’s eyes drift to the patterns in the smooth ceiling. The cracks in the floor that look like lighting. Alive, in a way he hasn’t been for a long time. The car horns outside must be the matching thunder, then. There’s a dime under the booth he occupies. Maybe it’ll bring him some good luck, even if just for tonight. Like a child, he manages to step on it, toying with the ridges of the hard metal. He presses a bit too hard and it slips from under his toes, just barely out of his reach. If he slides down a bit and stretches his legs, he’ll be able to just barely–

“Sakusa.” Whoops. He forgot he was supposed to be on a date. “What are you doing?”

“Sorry,” He politely smiles, sitting back up to normal posture, tight-lipped and a little embarrassed, “I zoned out. What were you saying?”

She laughs at his distraction and continues the conversation. She’s nice, his date. She makes her own money and speaks clearly and doesn't make fun of him when he gets distracted by the dime under the table. She’s beautiful, and Sakusa should feel lucky to even be seen in public with her.

He doesn’t, because he’s too busy searching for you in every person he meets. She’s got your humor, but not your smile. Her voice is light, but her words don't curl at the end, the way yours does. She’s an amazing woman, no doubt, but she’s not you. Nobody could ever come close. 

She’s stopped talking, and it takes Kiyoomi a few seconds to realize she’s looking for a response. Fuck, he wasn’t listening. Again. He blinks. Once, twice, then sighs. It wouldn’t be fair to her to sit here and pretend like he cares.

“Sorry,” he chuckles, “I zoned out again.”

She’s sweet when she asks, “Are you feeling alright?” 

Not in the slightest, he wants to answer, but that wouldn't do much for either of them. What comes out instead is some flurry of excuses about a headache, then a stomachache, then he lies and says his cat is sick and it’s weighing heavily on his mind. He doesn’t have a cat, but she doesn’t know that. 

If she sees through the bullshit, which she likely does, she’s excellent at masking it. Doesn’t even look annoyed, just smiles again and tells him he should go home. 

Y’know. To check on his cat.

He hides a grimace and takes the opening; lays enough bills on the table to cover whatever the two of them ordered (plus tip), slides on his jacket and exits the building, his feet carrying him the only place occupying his thoughts. 

You’re breathless when you open the door, “Sakusa? Hey, how was your date?”

“Ended short.” He mumbles, kicking off his shoes, “Her, uh, cat died. She had to go home.”

“What? Her cat fucking died?” Your shock is almost comical, “How?”

“Beats me.” He responds, eager to change to topic, taking long strides to reach your small dining table in the corner. He picks at the dull scratches on the wood and smiles; He was with you as you bargained your ass off at the yard sale, “What were you doing before I showed up?”

“Vacuuming,” you respond, and it’s only now does Sakusa fully take in your appearance. A crop-top so tight it’s practically a sports bra, and the smallest size a pair of shorts can go before they’re considered underwear, “You wouldn’t believe how much dust can collect under a couch in just a few days. Nearly broke my back pushing all my furniture around.”

The visual of you, bent over and sweaty and breathless, does something to his heart that feels a lot like cardiac arrest. There’s a hospital a few blocks from here. The irrational part of his brain tells him to continue this conversation from an emergency room just in case. He turns his attention back to the scratches on the table, recalling your banter with the older woman clearly trying to rip you off to distract his thoughts.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” He starts, feeling confident now that he isn’t looking at you, “Come sit.”

“Oh?” Your nervousness comforts Sakusa in a twisted kind of way, of knowing maybe he had the same affect on you as you did on him. You take the open seat across from him, “What’s up?”

You. Always you. Hardly anything else was on his mind these days. Nothing else had been for years, now that he thinks about it.

A lifetime of friendship was at stake here. You two walked a very thin tightrope between friends and something more. Sometimes you slipped and ended up in his bed. Sometimes he slipped and ended up between your legs. But that’s all they were: slip-ups. Mistakes is too harsh of a term; it implies that either of you regret what happens when you lose balance and fall into each other. 

There’s never any regret, though. Not really. But you always just…go back to normal afterwards. Business as usual. No words are exchanged. There’s no talk about what happened. You simply get back on the ropes and resume your performance once again. It’s a terrible cycle the two of you have.

He could always break it, the cycle. End the performance. Stop torturing himself. Take a chance. He’s always been so cautious about the risks he chooses to take. Weighing the pros and cons of every decision before taking action. Though as of late it’s proven itself to cause more harm than good. A bad habit, really.

Your hands find his from across the table, and something blossoms on his skin where you’ve touched him. He snaps out of his daze.

“You alright?” Somehow it’s sweeter from when his date had asked him. His answer is the same, though. Not in the slightest. He bites his tongue before he says something he regrets.

He feels himself slipping, but he can’t tell you how he feels. It’s not a risk he’s willing to take.

“A car.”

“What?”

“My date’s cat got hit by a car. That's how it died.”

Jaw slack, “That’s awful!” you cry.

“Yeah,” he keeps the act going, finding his balance again, “It was really graphic. Her neighbor sent her pictures and everything.”

“No way!” 

“Intestines all over the road.” He smiles handsomely at your grimace, “The tail had somehow flown to the other side of the street.”

sorry for the cat violence

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[lou-struck]

Pumpkins and Paint

Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

Flufftober Day 12:- Painting Pumpkins

~You surprise your boyfriend with some less messy seasonal fun

Your grocery bags are a bit heavier than usual today since you had to pick up a little seasonal surprise for your boyfriend.

Logically you know that you probably should take the groceries inside in more than one trip so you don’t spill anything, but you live your life under the philosophy that; One should never take more than one trip to put away the groceries, so you end up with all the bags tucked in your arms. But once your car door shut you realize that the bags could tear and spill their contents all over Sakusa’s Driveway.

With your phone tossed haphazardly into one of the bags you have no way to call him for help so you do your best to waddle to the front door. Each step comes with the small sound of your paper grocery bags tearing slightly. It only makes you speed up your little waddle until you finally make it up the concrete step of Kiyoomi's porch.

With an awkward lean into the doorbell, you are able to press the button with the tip of your elbow. The door swings open revealing the handsome face of Kiyoomi Sakusa. Upon seeing you with your arms full sighs and shakes his head in mock disapproval.

“You didn't want to take two trips did you?”

“Omi,” you huff, “Why would I take two trips if I could carry all the bags in one?” This brings a smile to your boyfriend's lips as he takes some of the bags from your arms.

Upon noticing the weight a look of confusion crosses his face and he tries to peek inside one of the bags “What do you have in here? Rocks?” he asks as you walk to the kitchen.

“Wait, don't look yet.” you say quickly “I have a surprise.”

Not wanting to deny you of presenting him with your surprise. He steps back.

Gently you reach into the bags and pull out two small pie pumpkins, and a box of painting supplies.

“ See? “You ask holding it out towards him “we can paint them. I know you don’t like carving pumpkins since it’s so messy and you don’t like the smell. They last way longer than carved pumpkins and they won't rot on the porch.”

“That’s really a good idea,” he says wrapping his arms around you and kissing the crown of your head. “You know me too well.”

“That’s my job,” you beam feeling at home in his arms.

“Hmm, but If you get any paint on my table I will not be happy.” he teases squeezing you a bit tighter. With a giggle, you squirm out of his grasp and grab an old newspaper to lay down on your workspace You take out the art supplies as well as a few markers so you can trace the designs. 

As you prep the table, Kiyoomi gingerly scoops up the pumpkins and takes them to the sink so h can wash them with his usual diligence. He scrubs them with warm water to erase any trace of dirt or sticker residue before drying them with a fluffy towel.

With everything ready you begin to trace the outline of a ghost you saw in a picture online. The slight groves of the pumpkin make it harder than you anticipated but you finish the outline of your slightly lumpy ghost.

Curiously you peer over at your boyfriend's pumpkin to see what he is doing. It’s still early in his outline but you know what he is drawing already.

“Omi,” you tease “ are you really drawing a volleyball on the pumpkin?”

“ Maybe, “he chuckles his brow furloughing in concentration as he finishes the outline of his perfect circle. He really is good at everything. It makes you want to dedicate more time to your ghost.

You try your best to smooth your outline and fill it in as evenly as you can. Just as you begin to fill in the outline with a layer of white paint you feel a comfortable weight on your shoulder. You dont even have to look, The smell of fresh linens and shampoo gives him away.

“What are you drawing,” your boyfriend asks looking at your outlined blob.

“Can’t you see it? I’m doing a Ghost,” you say pointing to the design.

“Hmm,” he says tilting his head to try to visualize it better “It kinda looks like an egg.”

“I’m not done yet.” you scoff defensively, “let me see yours.” reaching over you turn his pumpkin and you come face to face with a picture-perfect volleyball sketch, it even is adorned with a little angry face.” Why does it look so good? Your eyes widen at the masterpiece and you catch a glimpse of Kiyoomi’s proud smile

“Do you like it?”

“Yes…” you mumble turning your attention to your ghost, “it really does look an egg” With a shrug of your shoulder, you decide to embrace the idea that your pumpkin looks more like an egg. With a few strokes of your brush and a small circle of yellow paint to resemble the yolk, you look at your finished masterpiece.

“Arent we an odd pair.” your boyfriend says looking at your pumpkins, “A volleyball and an egg.”

“We are a bit weird.” you giggle taking your pumpkin off of the newspaper. “Let's take this outside to dry.”

With your artwork in your hands, the two of you go to put them on your porch. You shut the door leaving the rest of the groceries that need to be unloaded forgotten.

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

🦊 Being Inarizaki's Manager 🦊

Manager Being s Foreign Exchange Student

Inarizaki x foreign manager (English as a 1st language)

Warnings: Swearing

AN: This is an Anon request! Update: my neck is slowly healing but I'm managing to write 1/2 headcannons a day! I'm thankfully about a week ahead so I'm hoping this gives me enough time to heal and keep ahead!

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Ok I just imagine being a foreign exchange student would be scary enough

But like being a foreign exchange student, managing the boys volleyball team AND attending Inarizaki 👀

Oof 😬

First off, Aran and Kita are so accepting

Aran definitely questions why you came to Inarizaki of all places 😅

Kita is totally one of those people that the school places new students with

Like he can walk backwards and direct attention to things without even a second thought 🙌🏻

I forgot to mention that this is your third year, which thank god 🙏🏻

Imagine if Atsumu had gotten ahold of you first 😅

Anyways, Kita begins to show you the lay of the land

Basic customs and etiquette that is practiced daily in school and in Japan

It's all very interesting!

Where you come from is very different from your new surroundings and a bit intimidating honestly

Kita will introduce you to Michinari and Omimi next

He's slowly integrating you yn 😊

Michinari is super interested in comparing cultural differences

Please he watches public television daily and his favorite shows are the travel shows ✋️

Omimi is more interested in you personally

Your likes? Dislikes? How you ended up here?

It's honestly a great introduction to high-school in a different country

Unfortunately for you YN, you can't have nice things 🙃

Now you are pretty fluent in Japanese but let's just say English is your first language

You have a basic knowledge and understanding down but it's different in practice

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687 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

#4

UPDATED: VISUAL CHAT ADDED 🙌🏻

Team Japan's Group Chat: Someone's Following Me

A/N: I promise I'm going to learn how to do text and social media posts 😅 when I reopen requests, there will be a text or headcannon option! Just bare with me, I still hear the dial tone internet connection in my head daily 🤣

YN: Guys 👀 hey can someone come get me?

Yaku: what's wrong YN?

YN: So I just left the coffee shop and there's someone following me

Komori: what coffee shop?

Atsumu: Bokuto, Hinata and I are already in the car!

Sakusa: You don't even know where she is!

Ushiwaka: are you on a public street YN?

Aran: YN you can FaceTime us if you need too

Iwaizumi: if anyone messes with my girl istg!

Sakusa: hold up 🤚🏻your girl?

Hinata: just about to say that 🤨

Iwaizumi: I said what I said 😐

YN: Jesus christ I'm over here trying to dodge a potential kidnapper and you are arguing over me

Kageyama: if we don't save YN now she'll probably go missing

Habuka: RIP YN

YN: WTFUDUCJSJDHDB KAGS 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Hakuba 😫😫😫😫😫😫

Kageyama: what? Haven't you ever seen Law and Order: SVU

Yaku: I mean, he has a point YN

Hoshiumi: what did I miss?

Komori: YN's got a creeper following her, iwaizumi said she's "his" girl and Kageyama is convinced YN's going to be the next victim of a serial killer

Atsumu: seriously Hoshiumi keep up

Hoshiumi: I hate it here 😒

Hyakuzawa: did we all just forget YN's in danger??

Yaku: oh yeah...

Aran: YN, are you near a police station?

Ushiwaka: if you need help, just scream YN

Bokuto: YN WHERE ARE YOU

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715 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

#3

🦅Being Shiratorizawa's Manager 🦅

Our Adorable Manager Falls Asleep on Ushijima

Ushijima Wakatoshi featuring Shiratorizawa x GN manager

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

AN: This is an Anon request and THE LAST REQUEST!!! It's taken 2 months but here we are 👏🏻 I'm going to be opening requests for chats scenarios and headcannons in June so be on the look out!

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First off, can we just talk about how big this man is ✋️

Seriously, he's 6'3" and like bulky

Yet he just glides thought the air like a freaking flying squirrel

I mean, COME ON 👇🏻

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800 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

#2

🦊Being Inarizaki's Manager 🦊

😍Miss Manager is Adorable 😍

Inarizaki x Female Manager

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

AN: This is a request from @times-new-roman-in-pastel! This was requested in addition!

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How does one describe Inarizaki 🤔

Hmm words like scary, intimidating and strong come to mind

The essence of a power house

Plus Atsumu 😅

Please I'm barely starting and I can't resist 🤣

Let's be honest, they are blunt, loud, outspoken and super intimidating

Kita says whatever is on his mind, Atsumu and Osamu have no filters

Suna is essentially the Tsukishima of Inarizaki

Omimi is just like Ushijima 😐

There is literally nothing soft about Inarizaki

That is 👀 until they met you 🥰🌈🌸

Being a new student at Inarizaki is hard on its own, but when you are the most adorable, softest human on earth 🥺

Well it's extremely difficult

Their uniforms are dark colors mixed with some white

Nit really your style but thankfully there is some room to accessorize 💅🏼

Some adorable tights with hearts or bows

A colorful hair ribbon 🎀

Maybe a colorful necklace or undershirt 😍

Sorry YN but you stick out like a sore thumb

But hey, sticky out isn't all bad right?

Definitely not 🤩

You get alot of attention for both females and males in your class as well as above and below you

You're a second year- forgot to mention that 🙃

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809 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

🦊Being Inarizaki's Manager 🦊

Inarizaki 2nd Years

Being Protective of Miss Manager

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[kagejima]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_67YAf1DNQ&t=75s (very SFW)

Still thinking about Atsumu getting MSBY and/or Japan's National Team hyped up before the game with this song to the point it becomes a team ritual.

WENDY STOP, IM GONNA PASS AWAY FJSJCJWNCMWKCEIJXMSMC BEFORE I OPENED IT I WAS LIKE "its gonna be getcha head in the game" bUT NO IT WAS BETTER.

Now Or Never was a CULTURAL RESET so i absolutely see tsumu, HSM's biggest fan, using this as a pre-game song.

Pleaseeeee bokuto and tsumu and hinata are jumping around - tsumu is trying to get omi to sing troy and gabriella's bit in the middle bc obviously tsumu is troy and sakusa is gabriella - sakusa begrugingly sings it with him. meian and adriah and the rest of them are getting as hyped NFSKEKFJSJ HINATA BEING LIFTED ONTO BO OR ADRIAH'S SHOULDERS 🤧🤧🤧🤧 TSUMU HAS A LITTLE BLUETOOTH SPEAKER AND THEY'RE STILL LISTENING TO IT ON REPEAT AS THEY GO DOWN THE HALLWAY

oh i see it all so clearly 😭😭😭😭

omg tagging @134340am bc i was talking about hsm3 with her yesterday heheh and I think she'd enjoy this visual too,, hi yuna 🥰

#🎤: northofneverland is recording vocals #fic inspo #omg i dont know what to tag this as bc i want to come back to this idea!!!! #msby rambles

[loveazumane]

hq smut visuals (msby edition)

featuring: hinata, atsumu, sakusa, and bokuto

warning! nsft twitter links , fem!bodied reader

— hinata

[ link ] moans when he fucks you bc he wants you to know how good ur pussy is

[ link ] he fucks you between ur thighs for the first time when u want to try something new

— bokuto

[ link ] he tries to be as gentle as possible with u when making love but he can’t help it when u feel so fucking good and loses control from time to time

[ link ] fucks you with his big breeder balls

[ link ] watching u play with ur clit while he fucks u makes him cum fast :(

— atsumu

[ link ] eats ur pussy like a starving man before he starts fucking you

[ link ] he still intends to fuck u after he cums

— sakusa

[ link ] strictly licks ur clit because he loves the noises u make

[ link ] doesn’t mind letting u ride him even tho he’s already cum. he’s strong enough to take it

header edit by @nebula-diaries

#🍎 — sour apples #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #bokuto smut #hq smut #atsumu smut #sakusa smut #hinata smut #bokuto kotaro smut #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #hinata shoyo smut #miya atsumu smut #smut visuals

[titsuya]

I'm very horny and you have a knack for finding the best stuff... Do you have any cool visuals? <3

by visuals… i hope u mean P#RN BC YES I HAVE TONS IVE BEEN WAITING TO SHARE

# RANDOM VISUALS [HQ]

GET UR HEADPHONES AND MAKE SURE UR ALONE !

all my hq bfs w/ f!reader

warning: twt p*rn. minors dni. 18+.

a/n: ive been waiting for this ask my entire life

navigation (18+)

# IWAIZUMI HAJIME

» haji loves that skirt, but he also loves fucking your cute cunt and filling you up with his cum. <3

» frat boy haji gets takes you to his car because all the bedrooms are full and takes you for a ride. <33

» big, buff daddy dilf haji who loves your tight cunt so much it nearly makes him cry. <3333333 and he likes it rough ;)

» hajime just LOVES when you compliment his hands. <333333333

# SUNA RINTARŌ

» the only way to make rintarō smile is to wake him up by riding his dick like a good girl. <3

» me you and rintarō on y’all’s day off <3, he’s so vocal cause “you feel so fuckin’ good,” <3333

» rintarō loves creampies & cumming in your mouth… but he loves that you’re a “slut for daddy” and that you’ll let him paint your face <3333 (2 bonus visuals for my daddy)

» fuck fuck fuck he loves your tits so fucking much, squeezes and sucks the life out of them <3333333333333333

# SAKUSA KIYOOMI (tw… squirting… a lot of it)

» kiyoomi loves eating you out and making a mess out of his good little slut <3

» also loves fucking you so hard that you squirt on his cock </3 calls you a nasty little slut even though it makes him cum so hard

» brat tamer kiyo <///3 fucks you stupid, slaps your face, makes you squirt, but you love it so much

» worshipping kiyoomi’s pretty body <333

# AKAASHI KEIJI

» keiji is so vocal with his heavy pants and higher pitched moans and it makes you feel so good

» 🥺 being keiji’s pretty lil puppy and you were so good while he was gone at work, so he gives you a little reward <3

» keiji’s finger work so well… he knows how to hit that spot, how to make you gush

» loves fucking you to frank ocean. even when you’re all cuffed up <3

# BOKUTO KOUTAROU

» sometimes, kou loves watching his little crybaby grind all over his cock <3

» and sometimes, he just can’t hold himself back so he fucks up into you :))

» daddy likes double stuffing your pussy with cum, especially when you beg for him to put a baby inside you <3333

» 69-ing is kou’s favorite. you guys both feel good and that makes him soo happy.

# MIYA ATSUMU

» waking up his little bimbo princess with his cock ! tw somno

» daddy likes to see his cum on your pretty pussy before pushing it into you %^**>>{^^

» tsumu likes pressing your face into the mattress as he fucks you and makes you squirt

» knows how much you like being filled up so he fucks both your holes at the SAME time ! (tw anal)

# MIYA OSAMU

» samu gets so hard when he see’s you doing anything remotely domestic

» loves holding you close and kissing you while his cock is stuffed deep in you

» breeding kink!!!!!!

» king of eating and making a mess of your pussy

# KUROO TETSUROU

» such a good daddy </3 blindfolds you with his work tie and worships your body all night

» he’s also a rough daddy <3 likes to choke you a ton

» he can be really mean nd tease you to make you think you’re getting his cock <///3

» “shhh, can’t be too loud, kitten, we’re in public, you know that.”

# BONUS ROUND ! SUNA + MIYA TWINS

» rin thinks you’ve been so mouthy with him lately so he decides to have him and his friends shut you up (psst, atsumu on the left, suna in the middle, samu on the right)

» misbehaving and embarrassing rin in front of his friends? now he’s gonna embarrass you :)

#— sar thirsts <//3 #— luv letters 💌 #— luvanon #i think i went a little overboard uh #tw p*rn #haikyuu smut #suna smut #iwaizumi smut #akaashi smut #bokuto smut #kuroo smut #sakusa smut #atsumu smut #osamu smut #visuals #haikyuu x reader #hq smut

[aotdump]

NO MINORS 18+ ONLY!

nsfw twitter

[msby jackals]

this but it’s ur fav msby jackal out with the team after a win celebrating. but he just misses u too much and sends u this video to remind u how much he loves u and can’t wait to come home. he’s just so easy.

#haikyuu #bokuto smut #atsumu smut #sakusa smut #msby jackals #bokuto kotaro #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu smut #haikyuu hinata #hinata smut #haikyuu visuals

[eijiphoria]

head empty, just- dom!sakusa

maybe with visuals too? (if you can! no pressure :])

d-dom!sakusa?? 😳

.. o-okay-

dom!sakusa loves when you ride him. hearing your high pitched moans and whines, sounding like music to his ears. helping you move your panties out the way, feeling you speed up your rocking movements against him. a cry tumbling past your lips when he assists you, how could he not when you were crying out for him?

dom!sakusa is one to tease you. rubbing on your clit, getting faster and more pressure being applied. watching your face contort into pleasure when he slips his fingers in, repeating the process again until he can feel your thighs shaking and clenching around his hand. god- he loves having control over you.

dom!sakusa loves stuffing you full. pulling your pretty panties aside and pistoning his cock in and out of you. not stopping his hips when he feels you clench around him with your thighs shaking, a beautiful ring forming at the base of his cock when he looks down to where your bodies connect. and when you squirt? drives him fucking insane.

dom!sakusa always puts you first. when he found you desperately trying to chase your release on the bed, crying so pretty for him- how could he say no? his fingers, long and beautiful- stuffing your pussy so well. you were already soaking, so what better than to use 2? his hand pressed flat against you, still moving as you tried to close your legs. nice try love, he's just getting started.

·.✧ 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝓈𝓁𝓊𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈 ✧.·

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#𝖓𝖎𝖝.𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖒𝖘 🎞️ #𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓 💌 #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #hq #hq!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x f!reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu visuals #smut visuals #sakusa #sakusa x reader #sakusa smut #sakusa hc #sakusa headcanons

[haikyuofficialart]

Sakusa Kiyoomi (from Itachiyama Institute) ->

MSBY Black Jackals / Outside Hitter (Japan)

#haikyuu!! #haikyu!! #sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi sakusa #haikyuu sakusa #10th anniversary key visual #haikyuu!! official art #solo sakusa #he is...... horizontal :3