#suna fluff
adoringhaikyuu · 2 days ago
hello! saw your requests were open yay :D may i request what the hq boys would do if you did the “fella’a grab your ladies if your lady fine” trend on tiktok lol anyone would do! but if you can could u include suna in it hehe that’s all, have a wonderful day!
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characters: bokuto + iwaizumi + suna + ushijima + (gn!reader)
warnings: none
notes: u sent this like two weeks ago so it isn't really a trend anymore but oh well skghksj hope u enjoy <3
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★ bokuto watches you with a curious stare as you approach him where he sits on the couch, to set your phone up. you move to stand next to him, hands clasped behind your back. you smile expectantly and he looks between you and the phone as the sound starts. he's a bit confused at first, but when he hears the line, he perks up and grins, pulling you into his lap eagerly, smiling wider when you gasp and giggle, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
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★ iwaizumi raises a brow when he notices you positioning your phone with the camera on him as he makes his daily smoothie. he continues putting in his fruits, silently shifting his attention to focus on both you and the task at hand. the sound starts and his brows furrow since he doesn't know this trend (or rather you haven't sent him any tik toks with this sound––he only really goes on there when you send something). you stand there and cross your arms, raising a brow at him somewhat playfully. when the line finally plays, he rolls his eyes and pulls you in by your waist, kissing your temple for a few seconds before finally turning his blender on.
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★ suna barely glances up from his phone when he sees what you're doing. you sit there on the couch next to where he's literally melting into the cushions, legs spread, eyes barely open as he scrolls through his phone. the sound starts and you feel disappointment start to course through you when the line finishes and he doesn't move so much as a muscle. you start to get up, but before you can get far, an arm slings around your waist and pulls you back until you're pressed against a warm chest. you find yourself smiling sheepishly and giddily over at him and he tries to ignore the patter of his heart. you start to coo an "aww rin––" and he cuts you off with a quiet mumble of "shut up." his hold on you tightening ever so slightly.
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★ ushijima looks over at you, innocently confused, a small furrow between his brows as he sips his water, watching you set up your phone on the counter and press play with a giddy smile on your face. you move back to stand next to him and look over at him expectantly as the line plays. ever the gentleman, he places a big hand on your shoulder and pulls you closer to him gently, looking down at you with a small smile as his hand slides up and down your arm absentmindedly.
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sunkeiji · 23 hours ago
# when he misses you most !
✫ ft. akaashi , suna , atsumu , osamu x gn!reader
✫ a/n: clingy boys and when they miss you :( mention of food in samu's! also unedited bc when do i ever
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✫ AKAASHI misses you most on late work nights, when the lamp in his office starts to strain his eyes and when his back starts to ache from the countless hours hunched over his desk. he glances at his watch often, searching for the motivation he needs to get through his final edits. and when he finally leaves marks on the last sheet of paper on his desk, he’s rushing out of the building to come straight to you. you know he’ll be extra clingy tonight — not only from his ‘be home soon, love’ text, but also from the deep sighs that left his lips when you called hours ago to ask when he’ll be home. and to no surprise, the second keiji opens the apartment door, he’s coming straight to you, leaning his head on your shoulder and taking in the scent of your shampoo. “god, what a long night,” another sigh leaves his lips. “need to hold you for a bit.”
✫ SUNA misses you most when you’re doing anything but giving him all your attention. and it all starts the second you get out of bed. when you're brushing your teeth, you leave the bathroom door open so he can slip in and sit on the edge of the tub, his warm fingers dancing at your waist. and when you go to the kitchen to make breakfast, he's clinging onto you from behind, tucking his face into the crook of your neck and leaving innocent kisses, one after the other. and when you turn around to look at him and give him what he's been waiting for (his good morning kiss, of course), rintaro melts into you, his tall stature shrinking to fit right against you. "you know what i want," he places a soft kiss to your jaw, "so why are you running away, hm?"
✫ ATSUMU gets clingy when he's sleepy. he's been trailing behind you ever since he came home from practice hours ago, leaning on the counter while you organized the kitchen, pulling you into his chest when you two settle onto the couch. "baby, i missed ya today," his voice trails off sleepily. "you say that every day," you say, leaning up to kiss his nose. his pink lips pull into a smile. he moves his hand from your hip to your cheek so he can hold your face, kissing your lips once before mumbling a quiet it's true. and you know that exhaustion's about to take over his body when his eyelids droop and his hand falls back to your hip. he rubs circles into your skin with remnants of that pretty smile on his face. you kiss his cheek once, then twice, and his grip on you tightens. "tsum, let's sleep on the bed. it's uncomfortable here." too tired to move, he simply adjusts so your body is between his legs, your head on his chest, and his large palm on the crown of your head to keep you secure.
✫ OSAMU misses you most when business is slow, when one or two customers filter into the shop. he thinks about when he first opened onigiri miya, and the big toothy smile on your face as you cheered him on in the kitchen. sometimes, he's grateful for a slow day. it means that he can get some time to himself in the kitchen. and most days, he'll call you as he prepares ingredients, asking you about your day and what you want for dinner that night. today, he sets up his phone by his cutting board so he could facetime you. the excitement in your voice brings a soft smile to his face. "whatcha up to, babe?" he asks, chopping up some ginger. he listens to your rambles, humming to indicate that he's listening. he loves feeling your presence even if it's through his phone. before he leaves work that night, he packs some extra onigiri for you, knowing you'd want to eat them while you sit on the counter as he cooks dinner.
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tetsushida · 2 days ago
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Enemy! Suna who teases you about how much you want to kiss him after an argumentation about what ever
You and him just don’t get along and you both actually don’t know how it started. What you know is that this man is absolutely getting on your nerve and so do you on his.
“Watch your mouth, Suna Rintaro!” You spit out with the fakest smiley you ever made. But is Suna scared? Of course not, how can he when you look so cute when you are angry and when you are smaller than him. He just can’t take you serious
And Of course Suna doesn’t stop, he just puts some hair behind your ear and goes down to your eye level and also puts the fakest smiley you have ever seen on him and says “ Why should I, darling? Or are you going to kiss me to shut me up hm?”
You don’t know why and how but this was too much for today but somehow you also can’t stop. You bring your face near to Suna’s, feeling his breath and now also smelling his cologne “ There is no way that my precious lips are going to touch’s yours, darling “
Suna just huffs and goes to his normal position again and puts his hands in is jacket “ if you say so. it is your loss if you ask me” and just walks away but turns one’s again to face you, and waves good bye to you and with his dumb smirk you just can’t see anymore
To your information, it is still the start of your journey with enemy! Suna
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adoriin · a day ago
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0.7k words about naps with rin x gn!reader~ repost after heavy edits from old account !!
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Sunarin was a known lover of naps, often found napping as often as he could. Letting the lethargy drift away with the warmth of a big hoodie or soft blanket. Sunarin loved naps, but he loved naps with you more. If asked, he wouldn't know just what it was about you that relaxed him enough to fall asleep in your presence. Despite how he may come across, he's a fairly open person, there weren't any walls to built for you to knock down and yet, with you, he felt comfort like no other. He'd never experienced such intense feelings after barely a year of friendship, at least, that's when he napped with you for the first time. 
The memory was vivid in his mind, having discarded his homework after a weak half an hour and face planted on your bed only to have fallen asleep in minutes surrounded by your scent. His shallow breaths caught your attention, making you sigh both in exaspertaion and fondness. To be fair, it was 3pm on a Saturday, what better time to have a nap. It was that thought that had you clambering over his lanky figure carefully, deciding to take a small break as you scrolled through your phone beside him.
He'd woken up to the sound of your alarm, the note displayed underneath it making him smile despite the remnants of sleep clouding his brain: wake me up, we have work to finish =.=. He took notice of you then, the weight of your head on his shoulder feeling heavy and comforting if anything. He looked at you and tried to omit every detail to memory, your slightly mussed hair, the way your cheek looked so cute pressed against the pillow, your relaxed expression. He remembers feeling a little hotter than usual, his heart giving a particularly loud thud in his chest, not really flustered but more overwhelmed at such a warm feeling of belonging melting him slowly. He closed his eyes again with a content sigh, his hand squishing your cheeks incessantly to wake you up. When your whines finally sounded a little more coherent, he stopped, simply holding your cheeks as he attempted to fall asleep again.
A couple of years pass and he finds himself in nearly the same predicament - only a few things had changed. It was his alarm ringing this time, only you had still set the message displaying underneath: wake up rn !! u wont be able to sleep later >:(. You were closer to him too, face buried in his chest and hands grasping his hoodie even though you were wearing one of his anyway. Your leg was thrown over his, one of his hands under your hoodie, the warmth keeping you close even in sleep. You'd grown into your features a bit more but you were still the same person he knew in high school, soft, warm and constant. He sighed, knowing the lecture he'd have to listen to about circadian rhythms and the importance of sleeping at night if he didn't wake up properly now. Looking at your peaceful sleeping face made him smile at the sheer contradiction, debating whether to capture the way you were passed out against him to use against you later. He wouldn't but he snapped the picture anyway before discarding his phone on the bed.
He cupped your face in his hand, thumb caressing you cheek lightly as you sighed in your sleep. Your lips were puckered slightly, his thumb brushing over them before he leaned in, pressing his own to yours. He kisses you slowly until you wake up, smiling into the kiss at your attempts to kiss back in your dozy state. 
"Good morning to you too, Rin" you murmured into the little space between you, turning so you can rest your lips on his cheek.
"It's 4pm, babe" he's smiling. He's smiling wide and he knows he is, your sleepy affection making that familiar warmth overflow until he's consumed by you. Not that he minds, he thinks as he watches you blink awake slowly, in the comfort of your shared bed. He loves naps with you, but he loves you more.
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darkmegs · 2 months ago
THEIR “FANGIRL” ACTUALLY LIKES YOU, NOT HIM!! (oikawa, atsumu, and suna)
warning: gn!reader, crack, some pouty boyos!. a random idea i thought of~
[ part 2 (sugawara and iwaizumi) ]
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“i swear if they don’t leave in 60 seconds, i’m going to serve a ball towards them.”
leaning against the bus with crossed arms, you watched the herd of squealing girls surrounding your boyfriend. iwaizumi is right by your side, glaring at the sight of his best friend being showered with affection and treats.
he scoffed, “yeah? well i’m waiting for 15 seconds.”
you popped your head into the bus, “mattsun! toss me a ball! a warning sign is needed for this.”
hanamaki leaned forward from his seat, “don’t you think hitting the girls with a volleyball is a tad bit excessive?” he asked.
you caught the ball matsukawa threw your way, “who said i was aiming for the girls?”
hanamaki laughed, “that’s our manager.” he remarked, before settling back into his seat.
“iwa, those 15 seconds up yet?” you asked, moving the ball from hand to hand.
“2 meat buns if i hit his back.” you voiced, adjusting your stance.
“5 if you get his head. it’ll help shrink his big ass ego.” iwaizumi offered.
you chuckled, “you’re on.”
then, in the blink of an eye, the ball hurled towards oikawa. a loud thud! when it met the back of his head. the crowd gasped loudly, taking a step back.
“what the actual hell, iwa?” oikawa called out, rubbing the painful spot as he turned around.
“it was me, shittykawa.”
oikawa felt chills run down his spine. there was only one thing he feared more than failure, and that’s you.
specifically, angry you.
he gulped nervously, before cracking a nervous chuckle, “haha…g-good shot, y/n-chan...have you been practicing?”
“…get in the bus.”
“yes, y/n-chan.”
he sheepishly bid his fangirls goodbye, “sorry to cut this short, ladies. wish us luck on our game.”
high-pitched whines of protest began to erupt as oikawa trudged towards the bus with his head hanging low.
he peeked up once he neared closer to you, only to be met with your hellish gaze. he quickly ducked back down, choosing to walk past you without a word.
iwaizumi followed right after, kicking the setter’s butt as he stepped onto the bus, making him stagger with a whimper.
the three of you turned around and see a girl —most likely a first year— with pigtails and a maroon bow in her hair. she looked incredibly skittish, fiddling with the hem of her skirt as her legs shook in place.
“sorry, but we have to go now.” iwazumi told her, forcibly shoving oikawa to get inside the bus.
oikawa waved to the girl, “sorry, i can’t stay any lon—“
startled, you all froze and stared at her with wide eyes. you stood there, confused as to why she wanted to speak to you.
“uhh…yes?” you asked.
“i-i-i…i love you!!”
before you could even fully digest her confession, you felt her arms thrown around you in a clinging hug. she buried the side of her face in your chest, her grip tightening.
“hey! y/n’s mine!!” oikawa attempted to go at the first year, but iwaizumi kept him back; like a vexed chihuahua being held by his owner.
“y/n-senpai, if you will, please be with me! oikawa-san doesn’t deserve you!” the girl wailed against you.
“you little brat! y/n-chan loves me! y/n, tell her!” he fought back, a deep pout hanging on lips.
“umm…i’m sorry but, i’m currently dating crappykawa.” you said.
“currently?!” oikawa screamed.
“so you have no problem with y/n calling you crappykawa, loserkawa?” hanamaki snickered. oikawa grew red and huffed.
“b-but…” tears began to well in the girl’s eyes. she sniffled and her sleeve quickly came up to wipe her nose.
“what’s your name?”
the girl cowered at your voice, letting out an anxious squeak! when she finally registered your words.
“hashimoto…s-sakura…” she murmured, quietly.
“may i call you sakura-chan?”
the thunderstruck expression she wore can only compete with the one adorning oikawa’s baffled face.
“you don’t even know her!” he gasped.
you ignored the pattering nonsense that left oikawa’s mouth and put your hands over sakura’s trembling fists.
“i can’t date you, but i’ll tell you what. if stupidkawa ever makes me angry, i’ll let you serve a volleyball at his head.”
you heard the roaring laughter bellow from hanamaki and matsukawa’s chests at your words. from the corner of your eye, you saw a sullen oikawa.
“so violent…” he mumbled, shivering in place.
“y-you’ll teach me how to serve?” sakura repeated, her mouth parted in awe.
you nodded, “but not right now; we’ve got a game to catch. so if you’ll excuse us…”
you patted the top of her head and stepped around a slack-jawed oikawa to enter the bus.
“move your ass, we don’t have time.” iwaizumi aggressively kneed him in the back to walk forward, before turning to sakura with a slightly softer attitude.
“we’ll catch you later, future mrs. l/n.”
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“atsumu, have ya recently done anything notable?”
atsumu tapped his chin at kita’s odd question, “besides my killer serves this game, i can’t think of anythin’.”
“or at all.” osamu muttered as he took a sip of water. atsumu threw a spiteful glare his way.
“why do ya ask?” the blond questioned.
“a girl in the stands has been staring at ya from the very start of the game.” kita voiced his keen observation to the setter.
the two turned their heads towards the crowd, and surely enough, there was indeed a girl staring down at them.
suna, who just so happened to be passing by the pair, stopped in his tracks and squinted his eyes to catch what was so interesting.
“is she…is she holding a megaphone?” he noted.
atsumu hummed at suna’s comment, before sighing. “oh, i see what’s happening.”
“ya do?” kita asked him.
“of course! she’s gonna confess to me. trust me, it happens all the time.” he confidently replied with a smirk. his eyes suddenly darkened and his voice dropped an octave, “…as long as they don’ do it while i’m servin’.”
suna snorted through his nose at the ridiculous conclusion atsumu came to, before walking away just as easily as he had walked in.
“is y/n-san alright with that?” kita wondered.
you stood nearby and were able to hear their conversation. you spoke up without taking your eyes off the clipboard you were writing on. “i really don’t care.”
the inarizaki team members flopped onto the benches with heavy sighs.
“you guys played great,” you said, scribbling their points down in the first set. “one more set and you’ll have the win.”
lowering his water bottle, suna elbowed atsumu, who was wiping the sweat off his neck with a towel, and gestured towards the stands.
“’bout to happen~” atsumu mentioned.
“the confession?” aran asked. word spreads around quick, huh?
atsumu nodded, his eyes closed in arrogance. they watched just as the girl took a deep breath and raised the megaphone to her lips.
“can i have your attention?”
the booming voice made the crowd quiet down, a few murmurs and whispers being traded among them. aran and suna glanced at each other, a bit shocked.
“what did i say?” atsumu remarked.
“atsumu-kun!!” the girl shouts.
“here it comes…”
“i’m in love… with your s/o!!!”
“see? i told ya— WAIT WHAT?!?!”
the entire gymnasium turned to you at the surprising revelation. the pen you were holding falls from your fingers, the sound of it hitting the floor echoed off the silent walls.
“atsumu, close yer mouth before the flies get in.” kita nonchalantly told him, as suna filmed the setter’s more than entertaining reaction.
“well, y/n-san? what do you say?” the girl asked, the sharp static from her megaphone made you wince.
“uhhh…”, you met osamu’s eyes, he hands you a megaphone he took from one of the crowd members. you accepted it, whispering a small mention of gratitude to the grey-haired boy. you turned it on, the piercing noise making everyone cover their ears for a moment.
“…i’m not interested, sorry!!”
the crowd erupted in gasps, loud exchanges of whispers flooding the gym. the girl lowered her megaphone in defeat, she was about to walk away when she heard sounds of struggling.
“h-hey little girl! if ya try makin’ moves on y/n aga—“
“atsumu-kun, cut it out!”
“’m just protecting what’s mine!”
the bold girl spoke into the megaphone again, “y/n doesn’t belong to anyone! you might’ve won this round, miya atsumu—“
atsumu lowered the megaphone and incredulously whispered, “this round?!”
“—but y/n will reciprocate my feelings! one day! you just wait!!”
and with that, the girl marched off. her head held high and her face expressing nothing but determination. when the doors closed behind her, the team turned to you.
“…that was something, huh?” you laughed, nervously.
the referee blew the whistle, signaling the start of the second set. the team hurriedly jogged back to center court, a pouting atsumu plodding right behind them. you rolled your eyes and rubbed his back reassuringly when he walked by you.
“remind me to send you the video.” suna told you with a wink before sauntering away.
“ya better delete that, suna! ‘else i’m not settin’ to ya anymore!!”
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“there’s a ‘‘sunarin’’ fan club?”
your boyfriend had intended to mention it as a throwaway comment, something to briefly make fun of. but it seemed like your interest had been piqued.
“uhh yeah…” suna answered, “why? you jealous?”
you scoffed, “i’m just curious as to how the school approved it.”
he shrugged his shoulder, “dunno. i don’t even think the school looks into most clubs, they’re mostly interested in the sports teams.”
you hummed, not thinking much of it. you handed suna the drink you got him from the vending machine, leaning back against his chest as you two laid sprawled out under a tree near the gym.
he took a sip and rested his chin on your shoulder. you closed your eyes in content, satisfied with how comfortable it was being engulfed in his warmth.
then, you heard the sound of unified footsteps, almost like a marching army. you looked up and saw rows of girls, all wearing matching t-shirts, with signs and gifts at hand.
“shit,” suna muttered.
“those girls—” he paused to let out a heavy sigh, “—that’s the fan club.”
you sat up, deeply engaged now. “no way, they have your name and face on the back of their t-shirts.” you observed, with a laugh.
suna groaned, dragging the hood of his jacket over his face in order to conceal himself from their prying eyes. when he had first heard about the fan club from the miya twins, he was mildly amused. he often passed by their club room, dropping in a few times; pretending he was lost or asking about someone, just to entertain the whole charade.
but the whole thing ended up backfiring, as the girls grew even more obsessed with him. they would show up at practice just to watch him, or stagger into his classroom in packs to bombard him with sweets and love letters.
“one of them is coming over!”
suna groaned, “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
he looked up at the girl with boring eyes, his hood falling off. her breath hitched and she averted her gaze.
deciding to speak to her instead of your boyfriend, who can often come off as cold and dry, you smiled warmly, “hi there, do you need anything?”
her head snapped up at your voice. the heat flooded her cheeks and she turned red. with trembling breaths, she began to stutter something out.
she suddenly bowed at an exaggeratedly deep angle, her face practically meeting her knees.
“i-ishida mei! from class 1-3, nice to meet you!!”
the pair of you were startled at her introduction. it went quiet for a moment, before you cleared your throat.
“nice to meet you…ishida-chan…” you slowly said, unsure of how to respond. you nudged suna in the torso, forcing him to say the same.
“delighted.” he answered, curtly.
upon hearing his voice, mei raised her head, a solemn look on her features. “suna rintarou, from class 2-1. we finally meet.”
suna quirked his eyebrows at the serious tone she had. you glanced between them, incredibly confused as to what was happening.
“can i help you, kid?”
“rin…” you scolded, lowly.
“look, if you’re gonna confess your love to me or something, just do it now. i’m trying to enjoy my lunch break.” he told her, bluntly.
but what shocked you both, was when she started laughing. her head thrown back as the menacing, almost belittling chuckles left her lips.
“confess? to you? don’t be ridiculous, silly volleyball player.” she mocked.
her eyes shifted to you, and you gulped nervously. she smiled and her features softened, “i’m here to proclaim my love for you, y/n-sama.”
with eyes as wide as saucers, you stared at her in complete disbelief. suna scoffed, letting go of you and standing up. the sight was nothing less than comedic. a 185.7 cm middle blocker, towering over a nearly 153 cm first year, the two glaring daggers at each other.
“i’m afraid “y/n-sama” is not available.” he stated.
“that can be easily fixed.”
he tilted his head, “are you threatening me?”
she snickered, “oh don’t flatter yourself, you’re eons behind the worth of indulging my wrath.”
she grew bored exchanging meaningless words with suna, so she looked back at you. crouching, she gently took a hold of your hand.
“y/n-sama, you’re nothing less than a dream. therefore, you deserve nothing less than a romantic love story. i can provide that and make you change your mind about this unfavorable boy.”
you blinked, “i’m really sorry—“
“you’re not, but go on.” suna cut in. mei shot him a dirty look for interrupting.
“i can’t be with you, ishida-chan…” you told her with a grimace.
she retracted her hand and nodded, “i see…”
“seems like you’ve got your answer, bye now.” suna addressed.
“suna rintarou, from class 2-1,” she turned to him, “you might feel victorious now, but you’ll be hearing more from me in due time.”
after bowing one last time to you, she twirled on her heels and marched away. now that her back was visible, you noticed the t-shirt she was wearing. It was the same as the one suna’s fangirls wore, but hers had a big red ‘X’ etched over his face.
suna scoffed, “nice shirt!” he called out, sarcastically.
“i’ll make one for y/n-sama!”
he rolled his eyes and muttered, “brat.”
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thank you for reading! this was definitely not proofread, sorry for any mistakes >:(
thanks for calling darkmegs!!
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onigiri-mia · a month ago
suna rintarou x reader, 3.2k
you drunkenly confess to suna, and he activates your fight or flight instincts
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You want to die. You’re ready to throw yourself out the window of your dorm. You almost send a text to your mom telling her how much you love her because the afterlife? That’s where you’re headed.
And no you’re not being dramatic. What you are however, is fucked.
You should have known better than to let yourself get carried away and trying to outdrink the Miya Twins at some stupid party.
Now you’ve woken up with a headache massive enough to compete with Atsumu’s big head. Honestly, this isn’t your first rodeo with hangovers- you’re a college student, and mixed with your inability to say no, parties have become a somewhat weekly thing. Plus you’re sure you can outdrink the Miya’s at some point.
The hangover isn’t the end of the world. The memory of what you did last night however- it’s enough to convince you to give up alcohol forever.
Playing beer pong with your best friend.
Losing because you have the worst hand-eye coordination.
Volunteering for karaoke and singing horrible off-key.
Trying to call for a ride home and dialing the wrong number.
Accidentally calling Suna—
God, you can’t even bring yourself to think about it, but your brain hates you. The vivid memory replays in your head over and over again. You feel sick.
Rin, you had said. I’m so in love with you, you confessed.
You said a lot of other things before that too, but really you just want to remember what Suna had said in response. You don’t think he said anything. Did you hang up immediately? Who the hell knows?
If you remember correctly, Suna was also at another party last night too. You’re hoping he was, because maybe he was also too drunk to even remember anything. Maybe the party was too loud and he didn’t even hear any of it. Besides, there were no missed calls or messages from him after that so you think you have a good chance. Suna was definitely the type to call back after receiving a confession like that.
It’s that hope that pushes you to agree to go to brunch with your group of friends. You know you could skip it and easily blame the hangover to avoid Suna, but one part of you needs to know whether he remembers the confession. You can’t live with the suspense. You have to know right now so you can decide whether to live life as normal again or whether you have to drop out of college, fake your death and move to a different country.
When you get to the brunch spot, everyone is already there. Hope begins to bloom in your chest at the prospect of getting away with it when you arrive and Suna acts normal towards you. And by normal, you mean he immediately begins teasing you.
“Damn Y/N, you tried to outdrink Atsumu again?” he asks, a smug grin on his face as you sit opposite him.
“Too loud, please shut up I’m recovering.” You respond, trying to look disgruntled rather than fucking nervous.
Suna laughs in response, the way he always does when he knows he’s getting under your skin, but his response is comforting.
“It’s ok, I’m recovering too.” he says smoothly, taking a sip of coffee.
You look at him and use what little energy you have to suppress an eyeroll. Suna looks great compared to everyone else at the table; Atsumu is unnervingly quiet as he wolfs down his food, Osamu looks like he might hurl any second, and your friend Miwa is lost in her own world as she stares at the wall.
Suna, of course, looks like a model next to your barely put together outfit consisting of sweatpants and whatever jumper was on your floor. What kind of hungover person has the time to put on a nice jacket, classic white t-shirt and fashionable black pants? Suna Rintarou apparently.
It’s not fair and you’re tempted to say something until you remember you’re trying to keep a low profile (and if you open your big mouth, you might blurt out something that definitely should not be asked over the table in front of everyone).
So you quietly order your food, listen to Atsumu boast about his upcoming game, listen to Osamu about how much he has to do for the week and ignore Miwa when she tries to convince you to run for student council with her. You avoid looking directly at Suna for too long, because you know you’ll end up looking like a tomato.
Brunch ends before you can even comprehend anything, and you’re ready to walk away from the scene with confidence that Suna either doesn’t remember what you said last night, or he’s pretending not to and won’t bring it up. Either way, you’re grateful for one less headache.
When you all get up to leave though, and you’re ready to deuce the fuck out and suffer silently in your room, you hear Suna call out your name.
You hold your breath.
“What’s up?” you ask, turning to him.
“Are you okay?” Suna asks, scratching the back of his neck. His nervous habit he never seemed to grow out of. “You’ve been quiet all morning, when usually you could compete with Atsumu for being the loudest.”
“Yeah, I'll be okay.” you respond, trying to act cool. You are the queen of casual conversations. “Nothing a good nap won’t be able to solve.”
He nods at that.
You nod back.
A heavy silence falls between the two of you, and you think this is the cue for your getaway. “Think I’m gonna go—”
“Actually,” Suna cuts you off and you look at him in anticipation for his next words. He looks nervous, not meeting your eyes as he glares holes into the wall beside him. He fiddles with his fingers. Cracks his knuckles. Takes a big breath. It’s a rare show of hesitance and nervousness for him and a pit of dread starts to build in your stomach.
Fuck, you internally scream, fuck.
Suna clears his throat, seemingly over whatever internal battle he was fighting. He still can’t meet your eyes though.
“You…” he starts, “do you remember anything from last night? Because you called me and—”
Suna doesn’t get the chance to finish the rest of his sentence because you immediately bolt out of the restaurant.
He has always activated your fight or flight response, and though you’re usually up for the challenge, today your body decides this is a flight only option. Despite Suna and his athleticism, you were on the track team for high school and you have never been more grateful for it than today when you sprint like the wind around the streets. You can hear him chase after you, calling your name, how he just wants to talk.
But you will not stop for him. You’re not ready for the talk, especially not when you’re hungover and look like shit. Besides, you’re not sure you can even formulate a convincing lie to get yourself out of it and Suna has always seen right through you.
You run fast enough that he doesn’t seem to be able to catch up to you, and when you spot a small bookstore, you immediately rush inside and hide in one of the shelves in the back. You hope he didn’t see you come inside.
You try to catch your breath, standing there pretending to look at the books while you try to rationalize your situation. You stay there for a good five minutes, then another five just to be safe. Only when the sales assistant gives you a suspicious look do you leave.
You don’t go back to your dorm immediately. Suna knows where you live. Instead, you choose to hide away in Miwa’s dorm and nurse your hangover there. She seems distracted enough that she doesn’t question why you aren’t doing it from the comfort of your own room and you end up spending the night. It’s not until the next morning when she’s running around getting ready for class do you decide to put on a brave face and head home. Thank god you have Mondays off.
For the next week you live in fear of Suna catching you off-guard around campus, so you devise a plan to leave at odd times to attend your classes. You begin taking alternative routes as well, avoiding all the places you frequently go to. You’re extra careful walking home, jumping at every noise that even sounds vaguely similar to him and running away.
Your stupid evasion tactics don’t last long though. After a week of hiding, Suna catches you just as you’re about to leave your apartment to go for a grocery run, corners you at your front door and declares, “You can run back inside and hide, but I’m not leaving.”
You gulp, knowing you're backed into a corner. You live on the fifth floor too, so sneaking out isn’t an option. Shit.
“Hey, what’s up?” you try to ask casually, fake smile on your face.
Suna looks far from impressed.
“You’ve been avoiding me for a whole week. We need to talk.”
You meekly nod, sighing and opening your door wider to let him into your room. If you’re going to be rejected, you’d rather it be in the safety of your own room than in the hallway with your nosy neighbours. You steel yourself for what’s about to happen.
You aren’t a coward Y/N. You were bound to get rejected at one point, let’s do it with a little dignity.
Suna stands a safe distance away from you, standing next to your window while you remain by  the door. You look anywhere but him, hoping he would just get it over and done with.
Suna lets out a sigh when he sees the look on your face.
“Can you stop looking like I’m going to yell at you? It’s just me, I don’t bite.”
“That’s just my face.” you pout. “Besides, I don’t want to have this conversation; can we just drop it?”
“Will you look at me?” Suna says, “You’re making me nervous. And don’t think you can run away just because you’re next to the door.”
You nod reluctantly, but you still won’t meet his eyes. Your cheeks are already starting to heat up.
“You’re really not going to look at me?” He asks, tone softer than usual that you start to feel bad. “I just want to talk to you, I promise. I’m not even angry at you, just— frustrated.”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. This is Rintarou, the soft side of him you’ve only been lucky to catch a glimpse of a handful of times; this is the guy that you daydream about, the one who tells you he likes you back in some alternate universe. Rintarou is more terrifying than Suna, because you can never say no to him.
“Y/N, please?” He pleads. “I haven’t seen you in a whole week. Please just look at me.”
Already, you’re lifting your head to look in his eyes. See? This is what he does to you, soft spoken words and you’re already putty in his hands, willing to bend over backwards just to make him happy. Almost like a reward for your bravery, Suna flashes his signature smile at you, and you almost melt.
“Ah,” he says softly, walking towards you and cupping both your cheeks in his hands, “there she is.”
Your cheeks heat up even more, and you try to turn away once more but he holds your head firmly in place.
“Will you be honest with me?”
Do you have any other choice? You nod, slowly, hesitantly, but it’s enough for him.
“Last Saturday night, when there was a full moon, you called me super duper drunk,” he starts, “and said, Suna Rintarou I hate you and your stupid face and your stupid smile and your stupid hands I think about holding all the time, did you mean it?”
Oh my god. You want the ground to suddenly open up and swallow you whole. You want an asteroid to suddenly hit the earth and destroy all living things. Anything  to get you away from the scene unfolding before you.
You stare at the little freckle on his cheek. “Yes.”
“You’re a terrible liar. My mother says I’m very handsome, so why would you call my face stupid?”
In between your thoughts of curling into a ball to feel sorry for yourself and bolting out of the room far away from Suna, you manage to roll your eyes.
“Where are you going with this?”
Suna completely ignores you.
“Moving on, you said, why are you so stupid Suna Rintarou? You’re so stupid when it comes to doing your homework on time and making all those stupid jokes. You always tease me more than anyone else, and it’s not fair that you target me when Atsumu literally exists—”
“Oh my god,” you interrupt, “did you memorize this or something?”
“Studied it better than any of my notes for a test.” he teases. “But don’t worry, I haven't even got to the good part yet.”
You could punch him right now. You really could.
“And after that you said, I hate how you make me feel special like that, you make me delusional enough to think that maybe I am special to you and that’s why you always choose me as your target. I hate that you’ve been blessed with everything but a goddamn brain, because if you did then maybe you’d realize it before I even had to tell you.”
“Maybe,” he heaves out a breath and smiles at you, “maybe if you did then you’d realize that I’ve been in love with you for the past year and a half.” Suna looks into your eyes then, and there’s a glint in his eye you’ve never seen till now. “Rin, you said my name softly like that, I’m so in love with you.”
“I—” you try to start but he’s left you speechless. You can’t believe he remembered everything you said.
“Though, my favourite part is when you said all those sweet things then proceeded to yell ‘you suck!’ into the phone then hung up before I could even say anything.” Suna giggles, he giggles, and you realize he thinks this whole situation is funny. He sobers up quickly, then his eyes seem to start analyzing you, searching for something. “I tried bringing it up with you last week, but you ran away before I could even say anything. And all this time, I’ve just… I’ve been wondering whether you meant it.”
You stare at him blankly, still trying to process his words. You’re sure that you’ve lost all your brain cells in a week because you’re still at a loss of what to say. But there’s nothing left to hide anyway, is there?
“Yes, I meant it. The last part,” you gulp, “I really meant it.”
“The part where you said that I sucked?” he asks, eyebrow raised questioningly.
You scowl at him. “You know what I mean! The last part!”
“The part where you said I’ve been blessed with everything but brains? Or the part where you called my jokes stupid?”
You can’t believe the nerve of this guy. Stupid, stupid, stupid motherfucking Suna Rintarou. You hate the fact that he’s teasing you over your feelings like this.
“You really do suck. So much. You’re the worst person I know. Fine. Yes I meant it, yes I’ve been in love with you for the past year and half you idiot. It’s all true okay.” you finally admit, exasperated. “So can you just stop wasting my time? Reject me already, so I can cry about it and glow up and make you regret your life decisions and—”
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear those words from you?” Suna asks suddenly, looking at you so earnestly you stop your rambling. “This isn’t how I pictured you saying it, and honestly I figured I would do it first, but this works too I guess. It was meant to be a lot more romantic, and you weren’t insulting me every five seconds when declaring your undying love for me—”
You cannot believe what you’re hearing right now.
“But… this works too.”  he says. “I’m in love with you too, been in love for a while now actually and I never really knew how to say it. So when you confessed last week, I just thought it was the perfect time to… you know.”
Now he’s the one blushing.
“What the fuck?” is all you can say right now.
Suna can sense that you’re about to ramble and ask a million questions so he beats you to it.
“I think we should kiss right now.” is all he says, before leaning dangerously close to you.
You immediately put your hand on his chest to stop him, effectively stopping him in his tracks.
“Hold on! What the hell, I’m still processing this Rin!”
Suna looks at you in confusion, already pulling you in closer again. “What is there left to process? I waited a whole week for you already!”
“You had a whole week to process my feelings— you’ve given me like five minutes!” you exclaim. “I don’t even think I’m awake right now, quick pinch me so I know it’s real.”
“Maybe if you come and kiss me you’ll know it’s real.” Suna says, stupud smirk on his face. “Come on pretty girl, process it later, I want my kiss.”
“Who says I want to kiss you?” you counter, but your resolve is already crumbling by the second.
He shoots you an incredulous look. “Seriously? You’re going to play hard to get right now? I’m here ready to kiss you and—”
You bolt away from his hold, giggling as you run towards the door but Suna doesn’t let you take more than two steps away from him.
“I’m serious, Y/N. I’ve been thinking about this for the past week, been dreaming about it much longer than that. Can I please kiss you?”
You would be a fool to deny him when you’ve been dreaming of the exact same thing as well. So you offer him a small nod, and that’s all it takes before he pulls you towards him, so gently, as if you’re fragile.
He cups your cheeks in his hands, smiling at you as if you are the sun itself. The light from your window seeps in at that moment and lights up his eyes in a way that makes you fall in love all over again.
He brushes his nose softly against yours, eyes closing as you smile in anticipation. Just when you can’t wait anymore, you feel his lips against yours and you can’t help but melt in his arms, your body flush against him.
You don’t know how to describe what it feels like to finally kiss him. He tastes of mint, lips languidly moving against yours, not too harsh but just enough that it leaves you wanting more and more (you don’t know if you’ll ever get enough of him).
After a considerable amount of time, you both pull away, chests heaving as your foreheads bump against each other.
“Well?” you ask, still basking in the moment as you gaze up at him.
He smiles back. “I’m glad you called me.”
“I’m glad I did too.”
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yoomiwritingstuff · a month ago
“how are you still single?”
for some reason, that's the first thing that came into your mind to ask him when the both of you were dining out with your closest friends one fine evening.
blame it on the bit of alcohol that's in your system, you're tipsy and it made you become more straightforward than usual.
“i don't get it,”
you mutter to yourself while suna rintarou lets his eyes stay on your face to look at your amusing expressions.
“you're very boyfriend material. so why is it that you don't have anyone you're romantically involved with?”
as you mindlessly list down the good qualities you have seen in him in the many months of being his close friend, suna rubs his chin as he hums, thinking about his answer carefully. your stare went to his lips, unconsciously biting your bottom one and gulping. you're feeling a bit thirsty.
“must be because the girl i like is quite oblivious about my affections for her.”
with widened eyes and a startled gasp, you egged him to carry on. you had no idea he was harbouring feelings for someone (which was ridiculous because you thought you were his friend and friends say these kind of things to each other right?).
so what if you were also eager to know who it was because you needed to find out who stole the heart of suna whom you've liked way before he had met you? you certainly wouldn't pose any harm on the person. at the very least, you'd compare yourself to them every waking moment, throwing them secret glares whenever you have the chance to see them.
the man you were with chuckled softly and changed his position so his body would be facing you. he gives you yet another one of his intense gaze partnered with that lazy grin you'd come to love and made your breathing hitch.
“you would think she'd find it out quickly considering we're close but i guess that's just wishful thinking on my part.”
blinking several times, you had to process every word that he had just said as he was awaiting for your reply. he watches you open and close your mouth like a fish out of the water and controlled himself not to just pull you into him and make out with you, your friends be damned (he reasoned it was because he was slightly drunk that he was acting on impulse and having these thoughts)
you resisted the urge to scream and do something embarasssing in front of not only the guy you like but also in front of your friends and peers.
fanning yourself and breaking eye contact with him, you looked at your surroundings to see if anyone else was listening in on your conversation yet found no one. fortunately they were all too busy with partying.
you then stared back at him and dumbly pointed at yourself.
“are you talking about me?”
you're flushed, lightly intoxicated and it's getting difficult for you to hide exactly how much you like this man in front of you. you never were much of a planner anyways, you're more of a go with the flow kind of person.
“so umm i like you a lot, did you know that?”
he simply gives you a smile and leaned closer to you, cupping the back of your head and caressing your cheek adoringly.
“don't you think it's about time we both get romantically involved with someone?”
you could smell the cologne you've bought for him last time when he came closer.
suna could see you wearing the earrings he'd given you yesterday upon closer inspection.
you both admired each other as you sat completely still, afraid that whatever was happening right now is just some elaborate scam you're mind conjured up. everything is unfolding so fast you can't wrap your head around it.
the moment suna leaned more in your direction though with his nose brushing against yours, you forget all worries about the proper way this should've gone and cracked a toothy smile for him to see.
“we should do this whole confession thing again properly tomorrow.”
“whatever you want, (y/n).”
the last thing you saw before closing your eyes and feeling his lips work with yours was suna fondly gazing at you as if he had waited for this moment for a long time.
(you wouldn't know until much later on that suna rintarou had been crushing on you longer than you have been crushing on him)
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iwaso · a month ago
uhm, hi!! i have a request! So, know how there are hcs where the haikyuu boys walk in on the reader changing, right? But what if it was the other way around?? The reader walks in on them changing!! please ignore this if your busy or don't wanna do it, no pressure!!
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featuring: various
genre: fluff | wc: 500+
warnings: a couple of swears, that's abt it
notes: i finally got around to writing this 💀 thx for the req anon, this was fun! (barely proofread beware lmao)
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ღ THE SCREAMER; this is a genuine reaction. maybe he mistook you for a serial killer, or he's really insecure about his body, or perhaps he's just shy. the only thing for sure is as soon as you walk in, a shrill, almost girly shriek bounces off the walls and reaches your ears, followed by a loud "get out!" from the boy in front of you. an alternative name for this group: the cover-uppers.
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ღ THE FLIRT; he has no shame. you walk in on him changing? that's an opportunity—a gift, actually, for him and for you. as his eyes meet yours the expression on his face is smug, and he takes his sweet time discarding his clothes. he flexes what he can; his abs, his biceps, anything, just to see you all flustered. consider it his guilty pleasure (except he's not ashamed at all).
"like what you see? come on, don't be shy now."
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ღ THE ONE WHO DOESN'T CARE; you could barge in on him doing anything and he would not give a shit. who cares? he's just changing—it's a part of human life. is it that big a deal? sure, internally, his stomach does a flip (just one; singular) but no one needs to know that.
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ღ THE CONVERSATION STARTER; branches from the previous category. he's casual—opts to just go about it like he's making his morning coffee. why get shy? there's nothing wrong with his body. then again, he's a little unaware of how good he looks. that, or he's very aware and he's casually teasing you with his assets. either way, a fucking menace.
BOKUTO, SUNA, matsukawa, kunimi, FUTAKUCHI, daichi, konoha, aran, OSAMU
ღ THE ANNOYED ONE; he's freaking out a little—mind going blank, his breathe getting caught in his throat—but under no circumstance would he ever admit it. he puts up an irritable front and shoots you a glare, as if to ask you what the hell it was that you wanted. he urges you to get the fuck out as he returns to changing, but as soon as you leave, he malfunctions in the silence; shoots an arm through the neckline, misses a couple buttons, forgets his shirt is inside-out... he hates that you have that effect on him sometimes.
TSUKISHIMA, shirabu, daishou, SAKUSA
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ღ THE "PLAY-IT-COOL" TYPE; he freezes when you walk in, but only for a moment. "hey," slips past his lips, and his voice is level and cool. the only thing that betrays him is the flush of his ears—something you're quick to notice and something he accepts he can't hide. he goes about his changing while making light conversation, but you know his mind is running a couple of miles.
ennoshita, yamaguchi, KAGEYAMA, AKAASHI, semi, IWAIZUMI, kenma, KYOTANI, yaku, KITA
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ღ "FUCK DON'T COME IN" ; self-explanatory. alternatively: the one who rushes to the door. as soon as he hears the door creaking open he jumps to slam it shut. he yells out an apology in case he hurt you on accident, but he swiftly follows it up with, "don't come in til i say!" why? "my pants are down right now!" just listen or else he'll yell again. louder.
TANAKA, nishinoya, SUGAWARA, hanamaki
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— i have just been informed that the third pic above (right) says "fuck your mom" in chinese 💀 if anyone is offended by this kindly send me an ask n i'll change the pic accordingly. thank you <3
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iwaizumis-bitch · 2 months ago
when he’s lovesick
content warnings: mentions of pregnancy, drinking, lovesick men
word count: 907
featuring: miya osamu, iwaizumi hajime, sakusa kiyoomi, ushijima wakatoshi, & suna rintaro
notes: i haven’t written fluff in forever omg, also suna is slowly becoming one of my favs🤤
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miya osamu
good with kids. kids loooove osamu. when a small family comes in during a quiet afternoon, osamu is all smiles at all of them. truth is, he’s thinking about you and him being like that one day in the future. when he’s taking their order he’s like, ‘aaand for the little fella?’ and it’s just so 🥺🥺🥺. he’ll see the boy has a buzz lightyear shirt on and will just entertain him with questions about toy story, making little jokes now and then, and the parents are loving it!! when their order is ready he’ll scribble a little mr and mrs potato head in sharpie on the brown paper bag and hand it to them. his heart melts when he hears the kid babble about how they should come here everyday as the three of them leave. but the best part??? he didn’t even know you were watching until he turned around, seeing you sat in a corner booth witn a dopey grin on your face and dried tears running down your cheeks.
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iwaizumi hajime
everything learning new things. if someone had told hajime a few years ago that he would be an expert in hair braiding, he would’ve scoffed and thought nothing more of it. now, he’s a master at braiding, so much so he can braid your hair whilst his eyes are on the television. and when you come home that night with the braid he tied in your hair that morning still in, but wispy and looser, he loses it and goes red as a tomato. he’s also super gentle with your hair, even after all the years of you saying it’s ok if he pulls a bit, but he wouldn’t dare even try to hurt you. also!!!! he paints your nails on your non dominant hand and he’s always so focused with the brush, tongue poking out between his lips in concentration as he tries not to make it splotchy, but you would wear it either way.
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sakusa kiyoomi
know his priorities. kiyoomi only had 3 priorities in life. you, himself, volleyball, in that order. you were his number one priority, and he made sure everyone in his life knew that, especially you. no one would question where sakusa had disappeared to, training wasn’t supposed to end for anothed 45 minutes! he sighed, declining another call from shoyo as he unlocked the door to your apartment. ‘omi!’, you exclaimed, running to him to give him a hug. ‘you’re early’, you said, voice muffled as you hid your face in his shoulder. ‘mmm, we got off early’, he said, crossing his fingers behind your back. it was just a white lie, it’s not like 45 minutes of practice would really make him a better player. oh yeah, and whenever a game finishes, he’s off looking in the front row of the grandstand for you. in that moment he didn’t care about anything except for you. no tabloid headline ‘stone faced volleyball star in love?!’. no atsumu calling him a simp, just you and him, he thought, pulling you in for a kiss with a small smile in front of everyone.
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ushijima wakatoshi
becomes domestic. it warms your heart every single night when you hear the front door click open around 7:30. you smile to yourself hearing his footsteps come to the kitchen, where you’re currently stirring a pot of pasta. ‘welcome home wakatoshi’, you hum, feeling his big arms circle around your waist. ‘dinner’ll be ready in 10, go have a shower, ‘kay?’, you tell the 6’4 sleepy giant, who just gives you a kiss on the top of your head and nods. it still doesn’t feel real, you think. you look down at your stomach, remembering the words of the sonographer you saw a few hours earlier. ‘you’re two months along, congrats!’, he smiled at you, handing you the photo of your baby. you poured the pasta into a seperate bowl, mixing the sauces around as you hear the shower turn off upstairs. you’re cleaning up the pot when you hear wakatoshi stop at the bottom of the stairs. ‘love?’, he says, concern laced in his voice. ‘yes?’, you reply, turning around to see him with a positive pregnancy test in his hand, a tear slipping down his cheek when you nod at him, coming to hug him.
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suna rintaro
becomes absolutely enamored with you. whether it’s in real life or on social media, he’s always so happy to brag about how he has the best fiancé in the whole wide world. his instagram feed is just filled with photos of you, all captioned with some lovey dovey quote. the twins comments of calling him a ‘lovesick loser’, never phased him in his second year when he was pining after you, nor does it phase him now. if he hears anyone say shit about you, he’s so ready to defend you with his whole life. when he’s drunk, he’s bawling his eyes out to anyone who will give him the time of day about how in just a few months, he gets to marry the most beautiful girl in the world. atsumu and osamu have sent you countless videos of rintaro hunched over a bar, tears falling from his cheeks onto the sticky counter as he drunkenly babbles about how perfect you are and how he doesn’t deserve you. he’s so clingy, and he kisses your ring finger every night, counting down the days until you share the same last name.
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luvbub · 2 months ago
can I request tsukki suna and sakusa maybe where the reader finds out that the character used to hate them before they dated :( pls?
learning that you didn’t like him at first
feat. Tsukishima, Suna, Sakusa
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“Can we please talk about it,” you sigh, following your boyfriend into the living room.
“What’s there to talk about? Yamaguchi accidentally revealed that you actually used to hate me back in high school,” Tsukishima says, plopping down on the couch. You find yourself standing in front of your pouty boyfriend, your arms crossed. It seemed ridiculous to be upset over such a frivolous detail.
Yet here you were.
“Well hate is a strong word......” you respond.
“Alright, then if you didn’t hate me, then how did you see me?” Tsukishima asks, the gaze in his eyes growing solemn.
“I just thought you were kinda smug back then. And it didn’t help that you're so tall- it adds to the intimidation!” you explain to your boyfriend. But still, there was a bit of sadness in him.
Obviously Tsukishima knew that it was all just a first impression- but surely it didn’t feel good to know that others quite possibly thought of him like this. He knew that he could come across as arrogant to others, especially in high school. And that reputation continued to follow him throughout his years. But they couldn’t be further from the truth.
He wasn’t the smug bastard people had painted him out to be. But he did keep his guard up around others, which would only amplify the rumors about him. Of course he had a soft side to him, one that was insecure and longed for companionship. But Tsukishima couldn’t have it both ways, and by shielding his emotions, he had to deal with the consequences. Still, it was far easier to keep others to see him like that instead of letting himself become vulnerable to others. 
And when it came to you, someone he’s liked for the longest time ever- he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit discouraged hearing that you believed in the facade that everyone else saw.
You cupped his face, snapping him out of his daze.
“Still, that didn’t stop me from trying to get to know you better and look at us now. I’m dating the very boy I was initially intimidated by! I got to learn more about you and fell for you hard Kei. And if others don’t want to take the chance to get to know you better than that’s their loss!”
Tsukishima couldn’t help but smile at your words, leaning into your touch. He mouths a ‘thank you’ to you as he finds his words uplifting him, as they always do. He finds his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you down onto the couch with him.
“You know, maybe it’s a good thing people don’t discover what an absolute sweetheart you are. That way I can have you all to myself,” you giggle, pressing small kisses all over his face.
And Tsukishima had to admit, even though there were and would be many people who would misjudge him- you were the only one who’s opinion really mattered to him.
“I heard a little secret about you tonight” Suna says the moment he steps through the front door. He had just come back from a boy’s night with his former volleyball team, and based on the sly grin on his face you knew it was a big deal.
Suna walks over to where you were on the couch, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
“Hmm, what could you have possibly have heard from your friends that you don’t already know about me?” you ask, pulling him down so that he was sitting with you.
“Atsumu said that you didn’t like me in high school” Suna says, raising an eyebrow at you for confirmation.
“Damn Atsumu- can’t tell him anything” you murmur under your breath.
“Oh so it’s true?” your boyfriend pulls you closer so that your face was just inches away from him.
“…Yeah… I thought you were kinda stuck up back then before I got to know you” you admit. It wasn’t like you hated him— the only thing you knew about him were based in the observation of others. It wasn’t until after graduation when you became acquainted with him and learned he was far better than what the rumors had suggested.
“Well for the record, I thought you were pretty cute back in high school” Suna smirks at you.
“You what? Why didn’t you ask me out then?” you ask him. Honestly, you didn’t think you had such a strong impression back in high school- and you certainly didn’t think you could catch Suna’s attention.
“How could I? You hated me back then!”
“I- you didn’t even know this until a minute ago!” you scoff, rolling your eyes at him. Suna only chuckles, surprising you with a quick kiss before giving you a bit more space.
“Okay, fair point. Although you know… we could’ve had a great enemies to lovers type situation” Suna muses.
“You act like I hated your guts when really I just thought of you as this cute smug guy” you lift your hand to poke his cheek. But before you can, Suna grasps your hand.
“You thought I was cute too? Well Atsumu didn’t tell me that,” Suna smirks at you once more, and it was hard for you to tell whether you wanted to kiss him or slap him. Maybe a combination of both.
“Surprise surprise I thought my boyfriend was cute. Let’s not forget that you also thought I was cute” you remind him.
Suna takes your hand, kissing the palm of it.
“I know I know. But I’m allowed to be happy knowing that my s/o thought I was cute before we dated” he tells you. And it was true, even if you were dating now, knowing that fact made him the slightest bit giddy.
He was always like this when it came to you- and he’s glad that you got to see this side of him too. It definitely beats being known as stuck up.
You know, you adored Komori. He was one of your closest friends and the reason why you got to meet his cousin- your wonderful boyfriend.
But after he came over today, you sincerely thought about kicking him out of any future group hangouts. Because he had accidentally revealed that before you dated Sakusa, you weren’t particularly fond of him.
As you were cleaning up some of the dishes left behind, you look over your shoulder to see your boyfriend sitting on the couch, his arms crossed. Every once in a while you could swear his eyes would shift over at you before quickly looking away.
“…Omi are you upset” you call out before making your way to sit next to him.
“Of course not, why would I be upset my s/o actually hated me before we dated that would be ridiculous. It doesn’t bother me for a single second,” Sakusa grumbles.
“I didn’t say I hated you! I just didn’t have a good first impression is all! C’mon when Komori first introduced us you made it seem like you didn’t want to talk to me” you groan, recalling the first time you had met your boyfriend. You tried being friendly- after all he was a cousin to your friend.
But after greeting him, all you got was a curt nod. Throughout the day, everytime you attempted to make conversation with him, he would give you short answers with no room for you to continue talking to him further.
“I was nervous” Sakusa says, snapping you out of your thoughts. He was still pouting, and as much as you’d love to roll your eyes, you found him terribly cute. You scooted close to him, essentially forcing him to wrap his arms around you in an embrace.
“I know that now!” you giggle, hugging him back.
“I thought you were really cute and I wasn’t sure how to act around you” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“If it makes you feel better, I did think you were cute too. Just a bit unapproachable” you explain, turning your head so that you were meeting his gaze.
“Plus!! Eventually I got to know you better and develop this giant puppy crush on you so I’d like to think that matters the most here” you grin at him, watching as his pout turns into a small smile.
Sakusa leans down to kiss you, “Fine. I suppose you could be forgiven for that”.
“I didn’t think my actions warranted an apology but okay I guess” you roll your eyes at him. You snuggled more into him, pleased with the way you managed to deal with this situation.
Although you still had to deal with Komori- but you could think about that later. For now, you enjoyed cuddling with your boyfriend, someone you were undoubtedly head over heels for. And if Sakusa didn’t know that before, he surely knew about it now.
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sunascupid · 2 months ago
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softie suna who sits you on the bathroom counter and removes your makeup for you when you're too tired, always remembering to shower you with compliments while he's doing it.
softie suna who adores being in your presence, 100% believes the moments spent with you are the most important (even if you're each doing your own thing.)
softie suna who's “secretly” clingy, whether it's his hand on the small of your back or his pinky linked with yours, he loves physical touch with you.
softie suna who loves it when you do his makeup, always offering his lap as a seat so you can be “precise”
“Rin, why do I have to sit in your lap? I feel like I’m gonna fall.”
“Mm.. it’s so you can do my eyeliner better, precision, ya know?” he smiled, you both knew he was lying, but all you could utter back was a simple “sure.”
softie suna who can't help but to watch you instead of whatever stupid movie is currently playing in the background, he loves admiring every single feature of yours, and would spend countless nights reassuring you of your beauty if needed.
softie suna who lets you play with his hair whenever you want, allowing you to place small colorful hair clips all over, his only response being a small smile when you show him the final result.
softie suna who makes the stupidest excuses to see you, he once told you he needed to come over ASAP because he left his pencil at your house (he didn't, he just wanted to see you.)
softie suna who makes it a priority to see you smile, so he tries to remember the little things, like which side of the bed you like to sleep on, or which jokes of his are your favorite.
softie suna who has a camera roll full of photos of you, but refuses to let you see it because he knows you'll think they're hideous (he can't help it, he just thinks you're the prettiest when you're being yourself.)
softie suna who tells you all the details about his life, he knows he can confide in you and trusts you with his whole being, seeing your reactions to his stories are his favorite part.
softie suna who draws little hearts on your hip when you two are cuddling, wanting nothing more than to pull you close against his chest and tell you how much he loves you.
softie suna who is completely head over heels for you, unconditionally in love with you and everything you do — set on showing you how much he loves you each and everyday.
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hajiberry · 2 months ago
“you’re so pretty”
“you’re pretty”, you said again, smiling as his cheeks started to heat up.
“Shut up”, he mumbled, throwing his arm over his face, laughing, you sat up, peeling his arm off his face and leaning in closer to him.
“Stop, I wanna see your pretty face”, groaning, he gently shoved your face away from his.
“Stop saying that oh my god”, giggling you leaned down, lightly kissing on his face,
“Naaah, my pretty boy”,
sighing he looked at you, studying your face before softly mumbling,
“I love you”, your face broke out in a huge grin,
“huh? couldn’t hear you?”, glaring at you, he rolled his eyes,
“You heard me you idiot”, reaching for your waist he pulled you on top of him,
smiling you kissed him, before mumbling out “I love you”,
raising an eyebrow he smirked, “huh? couldn’t hear you”
KENMA, sakusa, suna, kageyama, tsukishima
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todoroki-sweetheart · 3 months ago
Random Emotional Things the Haikyuu Boys Have Said
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+ genre. sfw
+ warnings. none
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“I can’t wait to marry you.”
You weren’t even doing anything remotely special when Kuroo said this to you, catching you by surprise and nearly making you fall of of your chair. Even with you messy hair and pajama pants on, Kuroo couldn’t help but think, ‘Yep, that’s going to be all mine one day.’
“You’d look so pretty carrying our baby.”
You and Bokuto were out sundress shopping of all things whenever he dropped this on you, a small smile on his face. You had just come out of the dressing room to show him your pick and a pregnant woman had just so happened to walk by, prompting your boyfriend to say this in the softest tone you’d ever heard him speak.
“Please don’t ever leave me, I don’t think I could ever handle losing you.”
It was after a game. MSBY had won, but for some reason Atsumu had rushed to you, tears in his eyes and hugged you tighter than he ever had before. It took you off gaurd because usually your boyfriend was so happy and hyped after winning. But that day, he spent minutes sobbing into your shoulder, even while fans and teammates surrounded him with congratulations.
“You don’t know just how deep my love runs for you. I would fucking do anything for you.”
He thought you were asleep. You knew that, because that’s the only way Suna would ever express something so deep and so personal towards you. He was stroking your back, quiet sniffles leaving him as he kissed your hair. And that night, he held you tighter than he ever had before and it took everything in you not to burst out crying as he nuzzled into your shoulder.
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earthtooz · 23 days ago
following the most recent hq oneshot! thinking about y/n buying atsumu merch to piss suna off LUL cw: fluff, one suggestive comment, dialogue heavy but it's funny ?
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"babe?" suna's voice shouts from your shared bedroom.
"what's up?" you respond, pausing the music from your headphones as you crocodile-d your laptop lid.
"c'mere for a sec."
suna's in the walk-in closet, squatting there with furrowed brows and a perplexed expression. you approach, bending down to his level.
"what's this?" the middle blocker points to the object he was talking about, which was a small figurine resembling your boyfriend in his EJP uniform. you can't hide the sly smile that appears on your lips, giving suna a cheeky side eye.
you reach for it and hold it next to his face, "i bought it from the volleyball all stars match! aren't you so cute?"
he rolls his eyes, amused, "why'd you buy that?"
"he's cute! c'mon, you can't look at this face and not swoon at his adorable features."
"yeah, you're right," huffs suna, pinching your cheek, "they didn't model me too badly with these figurines."
"i had no idea people would even make figurines about athletes, but i can't say i was surprised they were for sale. there was one for every player too."
"it's a match for some of the best volleyball players. that sounds like profit to me."
"i realise. they sold t-shirts with people's numbers on the back too."
"atsumu couldn't shut up about it cause he saw a photographer was wearing one," the middle blocker grumbles, resting his chin in his hand as he lovingly watches you find somewhere to place the mini figurine of himself. honestly, the plastic remake was a little weird and suna would have to get used to seeing it around.
his statement elicited a laugh from you, "oh, i saw. in fact, i bought one."
"you... willingly bought... a shirt with 'miya' on the back?"
"looked comfy- turns out, it was."
suna rises to his full height, this time noticing the offensive piece of clothing hung on your side of the wardrobe. "babe, is this your way of breaking up with me?"
"what? no!" turning around, suna meets the mischief running rampant in your expression as you give him a seemingly innocent grin. he saw right through your bullshit, "i just needed some shirts."
"bitch, you literally own my closet. i don't think we have a shortage on shirts, especially ones with shit on the back."
"you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
he grabs the hanger with the shirt and stalks towards you, lowering his face to your ear, "nah, only you. but i do a pretty good job at shutting you the fuck up and reminding you who you fucking belong to."
words fail you due to his proximity, so you opt to just give him a shit-eating grin. suna wins this one, and your silence tells him exactly that.
"that's what i thought. i'm gonna burn this trash now," your boyfriend slips out the bedroom, but you call out after him, “can you burn the suna jersey i bought as well since you don't seem to like shitty shirts?”
"no. that we are going to keep."
truthfully, you didn't burn the shirt, but suna did send atsumu a picture of a lit match held to the fabric, which lured a priceless reaction from the setter. instead, you found a smarter solution.
"told you we should’ve sold the shirt on ebay," you smiled, showing your boyfriend the $100 you just made.
suna crosses his arms over his chest, murmuring a defeated “yeah yeah. you're buying dinner with that money."
"you're just pissed that atsumu is worth $100 more than you."
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vltnoire · 3 months ago
boyfriend suna who knows shit about being romantic so he asks the vb group chat for advice but ends up getting bashed by everyone because he thinks it’s “too corny”
boyfriend suna who takes mental notes on things your eyes would linger a little longer on than usual. he has a great ton of birthday gifts and surprises for each of your birthdays.
boyfriend suna who has the most random things that are actually yours because he thinks having a piece of you with him when you’re not in his arms will make him miss you less but in fact it’s the opposite.
boyfriend suna who shows up at your front door with his socks under his birkens and in his mike wazowski shirt that he got from when he was a kid just because you forgot to kiss him goodnight when you were on facetime 15 minutes ago.
boyfriend suna whose eyes drift off to you when he’s talking to his friends and looks away smiling from ear to ear like an idiot and his face reddens if you caught him staring at you.
boyfriend suna that asks “can i have some of your ice cream?” and either kisses you to have some or BITES the ice cream… there’s no in between
boyfriend suna who sends you silly little vlogs of him when he’s away for a vb tournament and you can hear him saying “i miss you,” and argue with atsumu as usual <3
boyfriend suna who will never and by never i mean never forgive the camera that took a godforsaken, hideous picture of him with his mouth wide open and eyes shut closed during a rollercoaster ride with you smiling widely beside him.
boyfriend suna who always drinks coffees with the foam on top because the first time he did he had a fake white moustache on and it made you laugh and he remembers that was the first time he made you laugh while you two were together.
boyfriend suna who has the perfect playful bullying to flirting to kissing to hugging ratio!!!!
boyfriend suna who airdrops selfies of you and him at unflattering angles to random people during lunch break and considers them free merchandise smh
boyfriend suna who always makes you worried for not responding to your texts but then you remember he’s a man doing stupid boy shit like playing cooking mama on his nintendo and getting frustrated over it in the middle of the night, falling asleep on the couch while sitting up, playing barbie dolls with his sister, telling her to “rematch” after every round of loosing uno to his sister or flexing in the mirror.
boyfriend suna who mouths i love you every time he catches you staring at him during classes.
boyfriend suna whose phone’s lockscreen is a picture atsumu took of you and suna falling asleep next to each other with drool coming out of your mouths in the bus during a field trip back in elementary school.
boyfriend suna who’s just terribly obsessed and in love with you and he finds himself doing all sorts of things he never thought he would just for you.
boyfriend suna who finds star signs stupid, s/o who rambles on and on about it. need i say more,,!.???1£28;7)2’L!1&*[^{
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kaisukos · 2 months ago
boyfriend suna hcs
a/n: not proof read.
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boyfriend! suna who lends you his arm when you’re sleepy & not at home. you remember the first time he did this, it was at school during lunch & finals week had come to an end. you’d probably gotten about 8 hrs of sleep in the last 5 days & the lack of rest was definitely presenting itself now. suna had noticed your exhausted stature beside him as you two talked amongst friends. without saying a word he removed his arm from his lap, placing it in front of you on top of the school lunch tables. confused by his actions, you just stared at the singular limb before he playfully rolled his eyes, using his other arm to lightly place your head on the arm he held out in front of you.
‘ you worked your ass off, you can sleep now, pretty.’
boyfriend! suna who gives you one of his rings on a necklace one day as you two sit on the couch, in the middle of a meaningless conversation, he leans in close to place the jewelry around your neck.
‘i think it’ll look good with the stack of others ones you like to wear all the time.’
boyfriend! suna who isn’t very communicative affection wise so gives you forehead kisses when he wants a little more attention.
*insert a thousand forehead kisses a day cause suna is 100% a clingy bf but in a more discreet & charming way*
boyfriend! suna who makes you his travel convenient human body pillow. there’s really nothing more to say here? suna is on sleep mode 95% of the time.
you could be at home in bed, pillows on deck and still, his head is on your chest.
‘there is literally four pillows on this bed, rin.’
‘five. and im laying on my favorite one, goodnight.’
boyfriend! suna who never gets jealous. once when you two went out to dinner with friends, a guy approached you as you made your way to the bathroom. suna quickly noticed yet had no intention of intervening, he just smirked at you from afar, mentally laughing at the guy in his head because he’s that confident in the place he holds in your life. as he should .
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yum3-rin · 3 months ago
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— hands ?
suna, tsukishima, akaashi x gn!r
no warnings i think ; fluff
suna my lover boy lol repost
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# suna
you hugged his back, chin perched on his shoulder while he played a game with the twins. you were watching his game, seriously you were, until you glanced down at his watch which rested in his lap, attached to a controller. whilst he clicked away, you couldn't help but admire the way his hands held the small object, they were so... large compared to the controller, slender, his nails painted pink from two nights before after you'd begged him to let you pain them. they were, dare you say, pretty.
you sat there watching his hands for around 15 minutes and he must've felt it because when he asked, "whatcha starin' at pretty?" you felt a heat rush to your cheeks faster than you could answer him, you were slightly embarrassed. "uhmm nothing." it came out more like a question rather than an answer which makes him let out a breath that you recognized as a laugh, "are you sure?" by now you can hear atsumu yelling at him through his headset that he's making them lose but suna doesn't seem to care as he mutes his friends, eyes now on you. "you've been quiet. what's on your mind, baby?" he cups his hand over your cheek and soothes your warm skin, running a cold thumb over the bags of your eye. "your hands... i just thought they were pretty."
you can see his eyes glance to the hand cupping your cheek before staring back into, what felt like, your soul, "you think so?" his lips curl into a grin, "thank you." he rubs the skin under your eye a few more times before raising this other hand to cup the opposite cheek and giving your face a squeeze, "i think your face is pretty." he says before kissing your lips. you can only let out a muffled, "thank you." as he laughs at you, "you're too cute, really."
# tsukishima
you sat in his lap as he helped with you your homework just like every other friday afternoon. honestly you were listening to his lesson or at least you were trying to but he was making it so hard. you'd never realized his hands were so... pretty. of course you'd held them, kissed them, seen them before, etc. you'd just never really recognized them as 'pretty' until he was writing down a math equation on the notebook paper in front of you.
finally, when you stop your 'mhms' he knows you're no longer listening to his explanation, he wraps his free arm around your waist and pulls you into his chest, "you're not listening. getting sleepy? we can take a break if you want." you're immediately snapped out of your thoughts at his words. "what? no, no! i was just spaced out, sorry." you ramble, "can you... start over? i'll listen this time." he rolls his eyes and hugs you tighter, "okay, so you start here-" not even three sentences in you feel yourself staring again and, of course he notices. "listen, if you need a break that's fine, we can-" "no no kei, it's just that... i can't concentrate. i'm not tired it's... it's your hand..." he raises a brow and moves his hand slightly. honestly you didn't even know how to describe his hands. of course you see them all the time, why were you only just noticing how nice they looked? all slender and long, they were just... pretty.
"what about my hand, baby?" he asks, tone a little teasing. you reach for his other hand which is hooked around your waist and hold it up for him to see, playing with his fingers. "they're really pretty." you sigh, pressing a kiss to the pads of his pointer finger. he fights the blush threatening his cheeks, "this is what you're so concerned about?" "mhm" and he laughs, "well, thank you for the compliment." he says, pressing a kiss to where your jaw meets your neck, "are you gonns sit here and play with my fingers for the rest of the day or continue with the lesson? i guess i don't mind either way."
# akaashi
it was normal for you to sit in his lap while he did paperwork, sitting in a comfortable silence together. you often found yourself staring at his hands, writing, typing, or even just sitting there, they always looked so pretty. though you'd never told him about this thought. currently, you had a concentrated look contorted on your face as you stared, a look he seemed to notice. "everything okay, angel?" he nudges you with his elbow which snaps you out of your thoughts, "hm? oh yeah, i'm fine." you straighten your back and give him a reassuring smile, "are you sure? you look tired, you don't have to sit with me ya know? go take a nap if you're feeling sleepy." he kisses your cheek and smiles at you innocently.
"keiji," you giggle, "i'm not sleepy, plus i wanna sit with you. i was just zoned out." you rub your eyes, though, now that you were thinking about it, maybe you were a little sleepy. "what were you so focused on then?" "your hands." you're honest and he's confused. "what you mean? what's wrong with them?" he inspects them and you shake your head, grabbing them. "nothing's wrong with them, keji. i just think they're really pretty." you confess, kissing the knuckles on each hand, "pretty?" "mhm." "how's that?" "well, i dunno. they're just nice to look at. oh! and mine fits in them really well, like a puzzle piece, look." you lace your fingers between his and show him what you mean and he realizes you're right. "see, not to big not too small, and they're super soft too." you smile and he nods. "i see what you mean, about the puzzle piece i mean."
"so you agree? you have really pretty hands." he nods "well i guess, but i think yours are nicer than mine. it's your hand that fits so well into mine, they were made for me i think." pink rushes to his cheeks as he says it, "was that weird to say?" "no! i think you're right, baby." you offer him a smile and he returns it, kissing the back of your hand which he held. "thank you for the compliment by the way." you nod and yawn, stretching your arms out, "i knew you were getting sleepy, lets go take a nap."
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sakusins · 3 months ago
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includes: miya atsumu, suna rintaro, bokuto koutaro, sakusa kiyoomi
notes: repost from my old blog again <3
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✰ 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 yawns sleepily, head on your chest as you scratched his scalp while you watched your show. kissing his forehead, you turn to him with a soft smile, staring down at him sweetly.
“baby, you should sleep, you’ve had a long practice,” you whisper. he pouts, glancing back at the episode running on your laptop, looking back at you and shaking his head stubbornly.
“no, i gotta know what happens in the episode,” he mumbles, cutting himself off with another yawn. chuckling, you kiss his forehead again as his eyes droop shut slowly despite his claims.
“you can barely finish your own sentence, tsumu,” you tease. he whines softly, digging his head into you and hugging you tighter, sighing contentedly when your fingers return to threading through his hair.
“leave me alone.”
after a few moments, his body grows a bit more limp, breath evening out as his mouth parts slightly while he dozes off. admiring him for a bit, you trace over his features, finger gliding up the slant of his nose, the curve of his brow, the slopes of his cheeks, taking him in as he looks younger in his sleep.
“you’re my favorite boy, tsumie,” you whisper to yourself. “i love you.” he smiles in his sleep, snoring softly as he clutches onto your shirt.
“m yer favorite,” he mumbles incoherently, leaning just a tad bit closer to you.
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✰ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 glares at his lap with his arms crossed, angrily shaking his head to himself. giggling, you sit down beside him on the couch, leaning on his shoulder as you rub his chest.
“rin-rin,” you drawl sweetly, making him grumble.
“no,” he says firmly. “we’re never letting him back here ever again,” he mutters, making you giggle as you reach up and pinch his cheek.
“aww, rinnie, don’t be jealous baby. i’m sure he was just messing with you,” you say gently, taking his hand in yours. lacing the fingers together, you offer him a soft squeeze. he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes before squeezing back.
“no, he was getting too comfortable with you,” he mumbles. “never inviting my team over again,” suna huffs, glaring up at the ceiling. “you’re mine.” smiling to yourself, you turn to him, leaning up and kissing his jaw, making him melt ever so slightly.
“‘course i am. and stop worrying about him,” you insist, climbing onto his lap. instantly, his hands find their way onto your waist, squeezing slightly and holding you firmly in place. you press your forehead to his, looking him in the eye with a tender smile. “you’re my favorite boy, you know. i love you,” you whisper like it’s a secret, and he inhales sharply. looking away with a blush, he pulls you to his chest so you can’t see his flustered expression.
“yeah, whatever. i should be, i’m your boyfriend.” it’s silent for a few moments before he quietly mumbles “i love you too,” as he rubs your back.
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✰ 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 grins widely when you kiss all over his face, laying on top of him with your upper body propped up so you could look at him directly. grinning, you poke the tip of his nose, making him lean up and press a kiss to the pad of your finger.
“i’m glad you’re back, kou,” you breathe. eyes softening, he rubs your back with one hand, the other cupping your cheek.
“me too baby, i missed you during this game! couldn’t wait for the flight back.” looking out the window, he watches as the rain outside only gets heavier, making his face drop and lips droop into a pout. “but now i can’t take you out like i wanted! the rain had to ruin it,” he mumbles sadly, only to be stopped by your hand smooshing his cheeks together gently.
“hey, that’s okay,” you whisper. “means we get to stay in and cuddle and be lazy. i get to just lay around with my favorite boy and—” your cut off by a happy gasp.
“i’m your favorite? you’re my favorite too,” he grins, spread wide across his face. you roll your eyes, shaking your head as you gently kiss his cheek.
“well i’d hope so,” you pout playfully. “who else would be?” bringing you down to lay on his chest, he kisses the crown of your head, making you sigh to yourself as you listen to his heartbeat.
“you’re always my favorite,” he whispers.
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✰ 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 stops folding his laundry when you walk up to him, making grabby hands to be hugged. chuckling, he puts his clothes down, holding an arm out for you to fall into as he pecks your forehead sweetly.
“hey, love,” he murmurs.
“hiya, omi. stop doing the laundry and do something with me, i’m bored,” you insist, propping your chin on his shoulder. his hand rubs over the small of your back in circles, head leaning onto yours.
“or, i could finish folding first and then do something with you.”
“or, you could do something with me now, you have too many clothes,” you whine. huffing, he rolls his eyes, pulling away before flicking your forehead.
“fine, whatever.” cheering, you kiss his jaw, making his eyes soften as they look at you.
“that’s why you’re my favorite boy, you know,” you smile, making blush spread across his cheeks as he bashfully looks away, pouting at your words.
“favor—first of all, i’m a man,” he corrects indignantly, “and second of all, what do you mean favorite? i should be the only.” squishing his cheeks together, you grin, kissing his puckered lips from your squeezing.
“i think you’re more a baby, but you are my only,” you promise, leaning into him as his arms pull you flush against his chest.
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moriisukes · a month ago
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FLUSTER: 1 : to put into a state of agitated confusion. 2 : to lose your cool.
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or, in other words, HQ BOYS FLUSTERING YOU
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yaku morisuke offers to help you with your assignments when he sees you struggling, praising you with a, ‘good job,’ after you’ve gotten a question right. you don’t miss the way he quickly jots down his number with a smiley face before he leaves, sending you a boyish smile and wave over his shoulder.
miya atsumu notices the drop of chocolate just below your bottom lip, instead of choosing to embarrass you in front of your group of friends, he takes his thumb to wipe it off, placing that same finger in his mouth to lick it clean. you can feel your heart beating out your chest when he sends you a subtle wink.
suna rintaro has not taken his eyes off of you the entire night. with a drink in his left hand and his right hand in his pocket, he bends down slightly so he’s head level with you, lips right at your ear when he whispers, ‘you look good tonight,’ before retreating to his full height to give you one of his signature smirks.
kuroo tetsurou tries to ignore the heat already making its way up his face and over the tips of his ears with you against his chest. he meant to pull you out of the way of skaters but didn’t realize how close he was already standing next to you. now, he has to deal with the aftermath of having you embraced fully into him.
iwaizumi hajime mumbles a quick, ‘excuse me,’ as he moves past you, hand on your lower back so he doesn’t accidentally bump into you. you’re too caught up in trying not to think of his scent that you miss the way he looks back once more to get a second glance at you.
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luvbub · 4 months ago
when their relationship gets revealed
feat. Kenma, Oikawa, Suna
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Kenma kept his life as private as he could. While you didn’t particularly care one way or the other about being known as Kenma’s s/o, he wanted to keep some aspects of his life to himself.
Tonight, Kenma was exhausted as he was ending a particularly long stream. He set down his headphones, burying his face into his hands. Out of frame, you saw just how tired he was and thought about ways you could help him unwind.
When Kenma lifted his head up again, he looked straight at you, beckoning you towards him. You tentatively walk towards his desk, pointing at his computer- he was still streaming.
“It’s fine” Kenma replies before muting his mic. You walk to your boyfriend and into the view of the camera. But because you were standing, his audience would only be able to see your neck down.
Kenma wraps his arms around you, pulling you close so he could rest his head against your stomach. You chuckle, resting your own hands on top of his head as you play with his hair.
“You shouldn’t stream for so long, you know” you hum, glancing over at his stream. The chat was going absolutely insane.
I knew kenma HAD to be dating someone
okay but why are their hands kinda......
You wave to the camera, allowing his audience to grow even more excited at your presence. Lowering your hands to cup Kenma’s cheeks, you lift his face so he’s looking up at you.
“Looks like your fans found out” you chuckle, watching as Kenma’s tired expression brighten up.
“Eh, it was going to happen eventually. I just thought it would be better to slowly ease you in, yknow?” he shrugs. He removes one of your hands from his cheek, watching carefully as you raise an eyebrow at him. And without even breaking eye contact with you, he kisses the back of your hand before turning off his stream.
Honestly, Kenma was glad your face was cut off from the camera view- your flustered expression was one he wanted no on else to see.
Oikawa knew one of his ‘so called friends’ was an absolute rat. The infamous setter was careful with what he would share to his general fans- so of course he had two accounts. One was his public one, curated to build up a favorable impression to his fans and the general public. He posted scenic photos wherever he was at, fun clips from practice, and the occasional selfie.
His private one, on the other hand, was probably the closest thing to his personal journal. Nights out with friends, adoration towards his family members, and of course you. Lots and lots of photos of you.
So when a particular set of photos he had recently posted on his private account found their way onto the trending tab, Oikawa was both furious and worried. There wasn’t anything wrong with the pictures, it was just a photo set of you grinning, holding up a cute birthday cake.
One of his friends had leaked those photos. And for what reason? What did they have against the two of you to put your relationship into the spotlight like this? Oikawa was betrayed- but first and foremost he had to make sure you were alright.
He walked into the bedroom to find you scrolling on your phone- and sure enough you were reading all of the tweets about you.
“Y/n, I’m so sorry about what happened. I never wanted you to have to go public and I’ll find a way to fix this!” he pleads, taking a seat next to you on the bed.
You raise an eyebrow at him for a second before resting your head on his shoulder.
“..It’s fine. I mean I was caught off guard at first but honestly, we go out so often- it was bound to be revealed. Plus, your fans are saying super sweet things about me!” you show Oikawa some tweets from his own fans. They clamored on about how adorable you were and how they weren't sure if they were jealous of you or Oikawa.
“Still! Someone I know decided to leak these photos to the public! I’m lucky things went well, but I can’t forgive the person who decided to expose our relationship like that” he shakes his head, truly frustrated at the whole ordeal. Just who was it that betrayed him like this?
You took a deep breath, wondering what would be the best way to tell him.
“Tooru....no one leaked it. You’re the one who accidentally posted it to your public account...”
When pictures started popping up on the internet of Suna with his arms wrapped around someone, sports fans went wild with wondering who this person was. The pose was ambiguous- no one could tell whether or not this was a casual acquaintance or Suna’s potential lover.
So when the EJP Raijin game ended, reporters flocked to Suna’s side.
“Suna, great game tonight- was there anyone in particular you were trying especially hard for?” one reporter asks, beating around the bush.
“Yes, I was playing for my team. They really wanted to win.” Suna answers with his usual deadpan expression.
“What about the leaked photos of you embracing another person? Who were they and are the two of you dating?” another reporter cuts straight to the point.
“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about” Suna shrugs, much to the dismay of the journalists. They were absolutely positive that Suna was trying to hide something from them. 
At that moment, you manage to squeeze through the crowd, making your way to Suna’s side, handing him a water bottle.
“Here you go Rin!” you grin at him. You look around, slightly confused at the crowd who were all staring at you with recognition in their eyes.
And for the first time, reporters and journalists alike see Suna’s lips curl up into a smile at the sight of you. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“Thanks babe” he says, wrapping one arm around your shoulder before turning away and walking off with you. The reporters start clamoring about, fumbling over their words, trying to confirm your identity and relationship to Suna. But you and Suna continued walking ahead, effectively ignoring them.
“Suna is that your s/o?” one journalist yells loudly above the rest.
Suna stops in his tracks, and before he turns back around to the reporters, you hear him let out a small chuckle. The eager reporter looks wide eyed at Suna, watching as the volleyball player glances back and forth between you and the crowd.
“I have absolutely no idea who this person is,” Suna answers before turning back to you, “okay let’s go home babe”. The two of you walked off, unbothered.
Reporters stopped bothering Suna after games. And honestly, Suna wasn’t even trying to hide the relationship in the first place- nor was he even aware there were pictures of the two of you together in the first place.
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