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honeybleed · 21 days

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— ★ CAPTAINS AS WORK HUSBANDS

content & warnings: fem!reader, post time skip, changed daichi to a firefighter because fuck the police (idea courtesy of deja 😁), kind of suggestive in oikawa & kuroo’s ones, fluff & crack

featuring: various captains (that i’m more familiar with): daichi sawamura, tetsurō kuroo, wakatoshi ushijima & toru oikawa

author’s note: my first written thingie for haikyuu, i’m so nervous i made them ooc ;-; ik i’m late but i really went from supporting my kuroo harem mooties from the sidelines to joining. divider credit to @/xxbimbobunnyxx

daichi sawamura:

Working with Daichi Sawamura was comparable to smooth sailing.

Usually, your colleagues, seniors and juniors could come to the agreement you were exhausting to work with considering your tendencies to play by the book.

No exceptions.

Regardless, the past few weeks of organizing assemblies for schools around the prefecture regarding fire safety with Daichi had been…pleasant?

It was going to be the last assembly and this time it was for the fifth and sixth graders, you and Daichi were sitting in your office tidying up the paperwork.

“It’s late…how are you getting home?” He questioned.

“Oh…the trains are still running. I’m saving up for a car.” You said with an uneasy laugh, a little embarrassed.

“Nonsense, I can drop you home.” Daichi smiled.

“No, no Daichi. I don’t want you to go through all that trouble, thank you for the offer.” You said sheepishly, overwhelmed by the kind offer.

“I wouldn’t feel right about a woman going home this late at night. It’s no trouble for me, at all.”

A sliver of mischief overtook you.

“What? You think cos I’m a woman I’m too fragile to go home by myself?”

Daichi gave you a vacant look before panic set into his system.

“What?! No, no! I don’t think that women are very- No, YOU are more than capable-"

“Daichi, I was kidding.” You giggled. “Honestly, I think it’s sweet you have that chivalrous nature to you. Too many men on the trains give me the creeps anyway.”

He drove a modest car. It suited him. Reliable and not too flashy.

There was an air of melancholy as this would be the last time you’d work together.

As he killed the engine when you directed him to the parking lot of your apartment complex, he gave you a warm smile.

“I really enjoyed working with you.” He said.

“I could say the same..” You replied.

“Forgive me for getting ahead of myself…but I don’t want this to be the end.”

“Huh..?”

“I want to keep seeing you. Would…you like that?” He asked, voice cautious not to overstep.

But you nodded.

“I’d love to keep seeing you. I enjoy your company, Daichi.”

Two people in their late twenties, blushing wildly as their fingers brushed over the gearstick.

tetsurō kuroo:

“I can see you, you know.” You said in a wry tone, your fingers flying over the keyboard and your eyes fixated on the screen of the PC.

“And here I thought I was a stealth master.” Kuroo said in mock defeat as he stopped peeking from the doorway and headed towards your desk. “Alright, tell me. What gave it away?”

“It’s kinda hard to miss that rooster haircut of yours.” You responded. “Not to mention the fact you have to bend over not to bump into the doorframe.”

“Figures. I got some gossip for you.”

“Yeah?” You said as you raised a brow. “Don’t keep me on edge.”

“Seems like Takuya the tech guy has the hots for you.”

“…Me?”

“Don’t act all humble on us now. You know you’re the resident hottie.” He chuckled.

“Big achievement in a workplace where the average demographic in the administration office is middle-aged men. What do you want, Tetsu?” You sighed. “You only compliment me when you want something.”

“Well, I just came here to tell you I warded him off. No need to thank me.” He grinned as he folded his arms.

“And why would you do that?” You questioned, astounded by the absolute audacity.

He scoffed.

“Why wouldn’t I? The man has black under his nails and had to be called into HR because his B.O. was considered a bio-hazard.” Kuroo said, adamant in his decision.

“Okay, but it’s not your place.” You snickered, amused but still wanting to scold him a little.

Kuroo Tetsuro didn’t mind a little nagging if it came from you, anyway.

“Well, I’m sorry for having your best interest at heart.” He sulked as he eyed you making your way over to him.

Suddenly, his heart began to hammer as you yanked his tie down so his face was close to yours.

“For a team player, you sure don’t like to share, huh Tetsu? I know you want me all to yourself but try not to make it so obvious to the others.” You whispered, breath tickling the shell of his ear.

Heading out of the small office, Kuroo stood as if his feet were glued.

“Fuck, not now…” He groaned as he felt a strain down his slacks.

wakatoshi ushijima:

“Here.”

You looked up to see none other than Ushijima Wakatoshi, brandishing a small bottle in his hand.

As his physiotherapist for the last few months, it was easy to note his habits. For example, he always made sure to turn up to your appointments five minutes early. On the dot.

On the rare occasion he missed it (which had totalled up three times over six months) he’d make sure to email you the day before.

Even if he was ill, he knew his body. He knew a virus was on its way even without experiencing symptoms.

You tentatively took the small bottle from his grasp and gave him a grateful nod.

As you fixed your eyes on the label, almost as if he read your mind he spoke with that smooth voice of his.

“It’s kefir. Good for gut health.”

“Thank you, Wakatoshi.” You smiled. “That’s very sweet of you. Go ahead and take a seat and I’ll be right with you, okay?”

He nodded but one word threw him off.

…Sweet?

Ushijima felt the tips of his ears heat up. Nobody had called him sweet before. He instantly jerked when you set a hand on his lower back and ushered him indoors.

You were used to Ushijima’s strait-laced nature so you were taken aback at him being jumpy at physical touch.

He took a seat on the padded examination table.

It was always funny to see Ushijima’s hulking figure in your office, you smiled to yourself as you eyed him looking around aimlessly.

It was a little hard not to stare at those firm tan thighs of his.

You’d caught a few of his games where he usually dominated the court. His interactions with others were usually brunt and nothing too interesting.

“So, how's the pain been since our last session?”

“It still flares up during serves and spikes. But it’s manageable.” He replied earnestly.

“Do you mind if I examine that?” You asked.

He nodded and shed off his tracksuit top, a white vest underneath showing off his broad shoulders.

He may have agreed but he wasn’t prepared for those soft, manicured hands of yours to begin to knead and palm his right shoulder and back.

“…There seems to be the issue.” You stated as he jerked and hissed at a particular section of skin.

“Wakatoshi, I told you to ice that area. Have you been skipping out on doctor's orders…?” You teased as you tilted your head.

“You’re not my doctor.” He said bluntly.

“I’m the closest thing you got to one.” You chuckled, undeterred by his frigid tone. Quite frankly, it amused you.

“We'll probably need to focus on strengthening exercises. Can you dedicate time to that?”

“I’m sure.”

“Good. I want to see you at a hundred percent for that game that’s in two weeks."

“You’re coming to the next game?” Wakatoshi asked, a little taken aback. He knew your work schedule was full to the brim since every athlete came running to you.

“…Is that a problem?” You questioned, arching an eyebrow.

“Of course not.” He swallowed thickly and then met your gaze. “I’ll make sure to be on my A game.”

“You’d better be.” You grinned as you slapped his lower back, earning a deep groan from him:

toru oikawa:

“Remember what I told you.” You hissed as you and Oikawa walked into the brightly lit press conference room after his win.

“Relax, relax…! You’d think I was such a nightmare to work with with all your worrying.” He chuckled.

“I mean it. You might be doing fine in games but your publicity is in the toilet. I’m not saying be all sugary but try to be a little gratuitous. Thank your fans…something!”

You froze when you felt his large hands plant onto your shoulders, eyes widening.

“What did I just tell you?” He teased with a glint in his eye.

“…I’m a publicist, Toru. Relaxation doesn’t exist in my world.” You said bluntly.

In your peripherals you noticed a flash go off, causing you to roll your eyes.

There’d always been rumors circulating about the sexy PR manager and Argentina National Team’s Number 13.

You always nagged Oikawa to shoot them down for his own sake since his fangirls were relentless but the most he did was drop a ‘will they/won’t they?’ answer which annoyed you to no end.

“Maybe when you get time off I could fly you out. They have killer massages in Bangkok. You could use one.”

“Just go.” You hissed, pushing his hands off. As he jogged over to the table, he turned around to shoot you a wink.

Oikawa was a natural when it came to commanding attention. As he stood at the podium with microphones, with his billion-dollar smile, the journalists and reporters were buzzing with excitement.

“Alright, alright. Sorry for the hold-up folks. I know this was the first thing on your mind when you woke up.” He chuckled.

You automatically facepalmed.

Your advice went in one ear and out the other. Oikawa was lucky he was handsome. Because despite how douchey that was, it earned a rambunctious round of applause and cheers.

After the cheers settled down, the first reporter stood up, clearing his throat.

“Firstly, I’d like to congratulate you on your win. How does it feel to lead your team to victory once again?”

“It’s as natural as breathing.” He chuckled. “But our opponents put up a great fight. I’ll give credit where credit is due.”

“Despite the adoration from your fans, you’ve faced some criticism regarding your unsportsmanlike behavior of riling up rivals. Any response to that?” A female reporter enquired.

“Well, I know my sense of humor isn’t for everybody. Luckily I got our publicist keeping reins on me. And boy does she keep the leash tight, if you catch my drift.” He said with an impish grin.

At first silence, then it was a sudden flurry of questions, reporters and journalists fighting it out to get the first question.

“Are you dating each other?”

“Are you single or taken?”

Toru Oikawa had a talent for sparking media frenzies.

As your eyes met, you gave him a chopping neck gesture as you grit your teeth, earning a belly laugh from him.

You were so screwed.

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kisskawa · 11 months

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— apollo

ushijima feels heavy.

it’s the first day off from the season and whilst you’d been content just to lay in bed for too long and amble slowly around the house, ushijima had been adamant in going out for “a proper date.” it’d been too long since one, time filled by countless early morning practices where he tore himself from your side and lonely evenings where you longed for his presence.

you wonder as you lay under the sunshine, empty bag strewn beside your shoes and stray blades of grass poking at your ankles, how ushijima had known this would feel so different. as if by being outside, the activity had become entirely dissimilar from your original plans.

now, ushijima’s head rests in your lap, hands tucked under his frame as he faces inwards, cheek pressed against the meat of your thigh. it makes you smile, knowing that for all his reliance on his hands, ushijima had found it fit to hide them away when with you. they’d taken a battering over the last few months and you didn’t seem to mind letting ushijima borrow yours as he took the time to heal.

with little to currently do, your fingers have found purchase in his hair, raking through over and over until his mind is soothed and there are soft rows breaking up olive locks.

when you pause contact for a split second, fingertips leaving a lasting impression on ushijima’s scalp, a tiny noise escapes the back of his throat. it’s somewhere between a mix of a whine and a sigh, and yet ushijima can’t find it in himself to feel embarrassed, all too unhappy at the loss of your touch.

you return with a flower. plucked gently from the grass beside your blanket, you tuck the stem behind wakatoshi’s ear with a satisfied hum.

the new sensation has ushijima opening his eyes, gaze bleary and dazed. his mind feels syrupy, thick with joy and affection. any coherent thought has since left and every action, every blink feels sluggish and slow. enveloped by both the sun’s heat and yours, ushijima doesn’t think he can move a single limb. he knows he doesn’t want to.

your lips move without ushijima hearing, his eyelids fluttering and lashes kissing at his skin.

ushijima’s lack of reaction has you tilting your head to one side, bottom lip jutting out into the softest of pouts. looking up at you, wakatoshi can’t help but stare. the sun sits behind you, framing you with a pretty halo and illuminating your whole being. it makes you look romantic in a way ushijima never really did have the words for, like an old painting or idyllic melody. and though able to reach out a dependable hand and brush skin against skin, wakatoshi can’t quite believe you’re truly real.

“did you hear me?” you break his spell, voice enchanting and honeyed.

wordlessly, wakatoshi shakes his head, mouth feeling as if sugar had cloyed behind his teeth and on his tongue. the skin on his cheek pulls as he takes the chance to angle himself upwards, now able to drink in more of you. he tries his best not to get distracted this time round.

“didn’t think so,” you murmur, cheeky grin stretching your lips, “said you look pretty with that flower there, ‘toshi.”

it’s a losing battle. wakatoshi’s head sinks back down at the compliment, entirely pleased. and as his eyes droop comfortably shut once more, warmth radiates noticably from his cheeks. it feels like sunlight.

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loveephia · 1 year

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:¨ ·.· ¨: ハイキュー!! cuddles with some of the HQ boys . . .

`· . ꔫ . . . (suna, ushijima, atsumu, osamu, akaashi, iwaizumi.)

⚠ warning/s: manga spoilers in iwaizumi's.

part 1 | part 2 is coming soon!

SUNA RINTARŌ

- right after showering from practice, he immediately drags you to the bed and clings onto you like his life depends on it

- this is it. this is your life now; forever trapped in the arms of suna rintarō.

- now to some of you, that might sound like absolute bliss, but if you're anything like me, i'd want some oxygen.

- "tarō, air." you state

- "no." suna stubbornly mumbles

- "tarō." you warned

- and with a defeated sigh, he untightens his grip, but his long arms are still around you

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

- cuddles with ushijima are the best because you can lay on him like a weighted blanket :3

- and because of how big he is in general, he generates his own warmth, which makes you even closer to him on colder days

- ushijima sometimes has to pry you off of him because he gets a bit sweaty, and he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable from it

- you don't really care tbh. your mind is just "toshi cuddles, toshi cuddles!" on repeat.

- so even though he pries you off, you always find a way back in his arms

ATSUMU MIYA

- uhuh, if u thought suna was bad, atsumu is about 10× worse.

- yeah, he lets you breathe. for a few minutes.

- savor the oxygen while you can.

- somehow, in the middle of the night, his head is at the footboard, sleeping on his stomach, with a foot in your face

- does he think he's still sleeping with osamu??

- when he ACTUALLY sleeps properly, he sleeps on you with his head buried nicely in your chest

- you brush your fingers through his blond hair while he snores happily

OSAMU MIYA

- "osamu miya, what do you think you're doing?"

- osamu's making you into a sushi roll. that's what he's doing.

- now that you're bundled up in the blanket (thanks to osamu's stupidly strong muscles), he gets on the bed and cuddles you

- he may not have a blanket, but he has a sushi roll, and with that, he's happy.

- "y/n, when'd ya get so cute?" he coos, noticing how the blanket squished your cheeks

- "please let me go. i have a family."

- "hmm.. no." osamu gives you an endless amount of pecks to your dismay

KEIJI AKAASHI

- akaashi falls asleep whenever you two cuddle

- and he's so beautiful :((

- you can't even go to sleep because you're too busy admiring at him

- he unconsciously does that thing bunnies do with their nose, like a little twitch, but it's not on purpose or anything

- it's just a little sleep habit he does

- "keiji, why are you so.." breathtaking, you want to say

- when you finally drift off to slumber, it's akaashi's turn to admire you

- sometimes, he traces a finger over your features

- I'M SICK OF YOUR CUTENESS. DON'T TOUCH ME.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

- iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer is an expert cuddler. if the national japan team ever knew that, they'd tease him non-stop.

- his cuddles are always perfect, never too suffocating, never too far

- though you're a bit selfish, wanting to always be super duper close to him

- he has an arm secure around you at all times, and you absolutely love it

- "ha-ji-me!" you call out in that cute little tune of yours

- "yes, princess?"

- "cuddles please." you smile at him, and he's quick to bring you into his arms

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wakatshi · 1 year

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wakatoshi loves to squeeze your cheeks and it’s so funny, i’m telling you. he can’t help himself, it was so random and unexpected when he did it for the first time. he usually does it when you’re in front of him and you’re literally unable to speak because he won’t stop squeezing your cheeks. but truly, wakatoshi doesn’t mean to interrupt you, he’s listening, as always. but can you really blame him? he’s smitten, so, so in love with you and it’s so silly. you’re too cute in his eyes. you always have to tell him to stop, to which he always replies with, “i’m sorry.”

every single time it’s a genuine apology. and every single time wakatoshi has the same look in his eyes— that of a man who’s just fallen in love again and who does it every single time he looks at you. that’s why he does it after all. not to annoy you, (he never does that, at least not on purpose) but rather to love you and savor every inch of you more.

#ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x you #ushijima x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #ushijima headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #IM TELLLINGGGGG U IT’S TRUE #it’s true.#guys it’s true #HELLAUR WAKATOSHI NATION I’M BACK <3

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trueshellz · 1 year

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Young parents Ushijima x readers toddler waddles into the gym cue confused Goshiki noises

You had been walking to your husband's practice with your toddlers hand clasped tightly. One of her small hand was wrapped in yours and her other hand was clutching her teddy bear, a mascot with Toshi's number on there and a frown to match the man himself. You were carrying lunch for him, something he somehow had forgotten this morning when he was wrestling hair ties into your daughters hair and decided to stop in to see him during practice.

A squeal had you looking down, her finger pointing to the door of the practice hall as she somehow escaped your clutches and ran full speed to the door. At the same time, the strap on your bag failed and it came tumbling down to the floor, between the wayward child and the broken bag now on the floor you could only sweep everything up and try to catch up.

To say Goshiki was confused was an understatement.

Not only had a small child, cute as shit child but a child none the less, waddled into the hall, but this child was carrying a teddy with Ushijima's number on. Big green eyes looking up at him, her hair in two slightly messy pigtails with a hoodie and jeans down to her light up trainers. He blinked a few times, the volleyball left bouncing on the floor.

"Er... hi?"

"Papa here?" Her sweet voice carrying through the hall making everyone stare.

"Papa? Who's your Papa?"

"Asuka? What on earth?"

A screech of laughter as Ushijima picked her up, her hands instantly going around his neck and covering his face with wet kisses. The bear still clutched in her hand now landing kisses on his face aswell, his hands holding her close to his chest making him look almost... fatherly. Then a loud noise from the door made him look up to see a tired woman at the door, her hands clutching a bag to her chest and a bento box in her other hand.

"Crazy child got away. Again."

Goshiki stood in shock as Ushijima glanced at the little girl with a raised eyebrow, her little grin still present even as she apologised to both of them before kissing him again. The woman coming over to tickle her nose before placing a quick peck on Ushijima's face.

"Wha? Huh?"

"This is my wife and our daughter, Asuka."

"But... but..."

"I think we broke him, babe."

A giggle as you leaned into your husband, his warm body next to yours and an arm slung casually around your waist. His shirt was a little damp with sweat, his hair stuck to his forehead and chest heaving but he was still handsome as ever and made your ovaries twitch everytime. Two pairs of green eyes glanced at Goshiki, his own eyes wide in shock as he pointed between all of you. The noise attracting attention from the other team members, equally confused and then laughter as they saw the animated Goshiki suddenly mute and flabbergasted.

"But...how?"

Ushijima's voice cut through the random confused noises. "Do we really need to give you a lesson in human reproduction? I thought you were brighter than that?"

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saksukei · 10 months

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five times you fell in love with ushijima wakatoshi.

masterlist | sorry this is really long. I just love him sm <3

01. that one day when he walked you home and stayed for dinner. your mother had told ushijima she had never found the neighborhood safe, so he made it a point to walk you back everyday after his practices.

you came upon a startling realization during this time. ushijima was definitely raised like a gentleman. he would never let you walk on the outer side of the sidewalk. anytime you were on the outer side, he'd take a step back and go around you. always.

“thank you for dropping me home, wakatoshi,” you told him. it was a routine for you to say this and for him to reply that you shouldn't thank him for this.

“i am thankful though. especially for you not letting me walk on the outer side,” you explain and ushijima feels like he's been caught off guard. he did do it unintentionally most of the time, yes, but he makes sure of it when he's with you. its also partly because you sometimes get so carried away telling him about your day, he worries you might accidentally stumble on the street and he can't have that.

“you read me well,” he admits, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“well it's because i'm just happy to be graced by the presence of the ace of shiratorizawa,” you joke.

“you think too highly of me, you know that?”

“i don't see why I shouldn't,” you retort. “do you want to come in for dinner?”

you assume he's going to refuse since he has to be home in an hour to study and do his homework. and you know better than anyone that he doesn't take a single day off, no matter what. be it hail, sleet, snow or a tornado, ushijima would never rest.

he takes a minute to think till he replies, “yeah sure.”

you mask your shock well, you open the door and let him in. and you can already feel the butterflies in your stomach. maybe you don't view him as a friend, but something more.

02. when you told him he was boring. it wasn't intentional, no. ushijima is fun but just not without planning out the fun? so when you tell him that you're gonna go out in the rain, he's definitely hesitant to join. you don't force him to join you which he's grateful for.

but when he sees the smile on your face, as raindrops trickle down, he thinks to hell with it. you're awestruck when he does join in, his eyes taped shut, as he lets himself feel each raindrop falling on his skin.

“toshi” you call out, only for his eyes to meet yours, slowly adjusting to the light. you laugh and he thinks he's never heard a better sound.

“i’ve never done this before.t I wouldn't have, if it wasn't for you,” he admits, letting his rigid body go lose.

“don’t go all soft on me big guy,” you retort, a grin on your face.

“i can't help it.”

and you can't help falling in love with him either.

03. when you spent an afternoon in his childhood bedroom. ushijima’s mother had invited the two of you for dinner, telling you to take a look at wakatoshi’s old room.

volleyball and manga posters were lined on the side of his wall, with some of his trophies and pictures with his best friend tendou.

“can’t believe i’m lucky enough to be here,” you joke, a playful smile tugging on your lips.

“can’t believe i’m lucky enough to bring you here,” he responds, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“although I think I should be jealous because from the looks of this bedroom, it feels like you've been dating tendou,” you pointed at the wide array of pictures of the two.

ushijima throws his head back in laughter, “i kept our pictures hidden from mom,” he replies. you knew his mother was a little critical of his choices as a teenager. “wait–” he opened his cupboard and started rummaging through the drawers only to pull out a shoebox.

“this has all of our pictures,” he hands the box to you. you open it, only to find ushijima saving up not only pictures, but movie tickets, little letters you wrote for him, the bracelets you made, the cute doodles you drew on his notebook perfectly cut off alongside birthday cards and a childhood photo that you gave him.

“i never knew you saved all of this stuff,” you whispered. you never took ushijima for the sentimental type, especially not the one to save what you referred to as your ‘romantic garbage.’

“of course I would,” he shrugs. “it might be garbage to you but it meant the world to me and it still does. I save stuff till this day,” he admits.

this man really does catch you off guard, doesn't he?

04. when you were having a difficult time. while he's a world renowned player that definitely has more than enough on his mind given the upcoming championship, all of that becomes irrelevant when he catches you with tears sliding down your face after coming home back early from his practice.

“t–toshi, you're home?” you whisper, quickly trying to wipe the tears of your face. but you've never been a good liar and ushijima can read you with his eyes closed.

“what’s wrong, love?” he asks, immediately cupping your face with his hands, wiping your tears. “is everything okay?”

the dam breaks and he just pulls you into his chest, letting you cry your heart out. he shushes any apologies you cry out. why were you so adamant on thinking that you were a burden to him? burdens are pushed on people against their will and he sure as hell isn't here against his.

and you think, how lucky you are to have wakatoshi around.

05. when you find him drenched from the rain. ushijima was returning from his latest championship and you had already warned him of the thunderstorm ready to rain down on Tokyo. you find him and his suitcase looking as if they've crossed a tsunami on the way to the apartment.

“toshi,” you quickly rush to find a towel to wrap around him. “what happened?” you ask. “did the cab not drop you directly here?”

he smiles sheepishly admitting that he had asked the cab to drop him off fifteen minutes away. when you ask why, he pulls out the flowers and cupcakes he brought from your favorite bakery.

“and I also brought your favorite manga,” he smiles. “i just missed you so much these two months.”

you feel tears well up in your eyes as you hug him, “i missed you too,” you whisper, buried in the crook of his neck. you pull away, “go change quickly now, we can't have our star player being sick. dinner is almost done.”

“i love you, darling,” he says before heading inside.

and just as you thought you couldn't fall in love with ushijima wakatoshi anymore, he manages to prove you wrong.

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strawberrykake · 2 years

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surprising him w ur son wearing the same outfit as him

father’s day special ❣️ insp by this

warnings: timeskip!haikyuu, kuroo is slightly suggestive (baby fever), daughter ver.

Ushijima, Bokuto, Daichi, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Kita

Ushijima 👟

Your husband who’s already tying his shoelaces, getting prepped up for his early morning run doesn’t hear you enter the living room with your very hyper 3 year old son wearing a new outfit

Specifically, a matching pair of the black adidas tracksuit that your husband wore every morning

“Hon? Going for a run?” You ask in a sing-song voice.

“Yeah. I’ll be back in a jiffy.” He stands up straight and turns around to give you a peck when he feels a tug on his pants.

“Dada,” your child coos, eyes wide looking up at his father.

You smirk, waiting for his reaction

But it’s delayed bc he’s the most oblivious man you know

“Hey, sport.” He bends down and swoops up the kid effortlessly, tickling his neck with kisses. “Now, wait a minute.” Your husband pauses and lifts your kid higher, studying his look. “What in the world,” he chuckles. The small boy giggles, wiggling in his father’s hold.

Ushijima looks over at you, an eyebrow raised. “Darling?

“Hehe,” you cover your mouth to muffle your giggles. “You like?” He looks back at his son’s matching pants and jacket and shoes.

“I love.” He holds his giggling son close in his right arm, opening the door with his left. “We’ll be right back, mommy.”

“What?” You ask, a little caught off guard. Ushijma usually goes on runs by himself while you and your son wait at home.

“Im canceling runs today. We’re going on a walk.” The sudden decision makes you send him a questioning look.

“He didn’t eat breakfast yet,” you point out.

“Then let’s stop by Mcdonald’s.” Ushijima’s smile is stuck on his face as he’s adjusting the zipper of his son’s jacket. Ushijima isn’t a fan of fast food but his son loves it and he loves to spoil him very much. Although, McDonald’s for breakfast is a rare thing.

You hesitate before nodding in agreement. You tie up your hair and grab your purse before walking to the door where your husband and son stood.

“Yay! Meek Danno!” Your kid raises his fists. Where did he learn that? Ushijima reaches out to you, pulling you in for a kiss on your cheek.

“Thank you,” he says. “You know, you should get an outfit yourself,” he says smirking. Before you could comment, the boy starts to whine.

“I want kithhhh.” You and Ushijima look to each other, chuckling. Then each of you kiss the sides of his face simultaneously, making him giggle.

Bokuto 📸

Bokuto who’s going through a little emo phase bc of his work, lays down on his couch an arm over his head

You decide to cheer him up by surprising him with your son dressed in the same outfit as him: a grey hoodie, brown shorts and a brown beaded bracelet

“Go tell, daddy,” you whisper in your son’s ear, tickling him.

He giggles silently and tiptoes his way to his moping father on the furniture.

his little fingers tap on Bokuto’s sleeved arm covering his face.

“Rockstar, is that you?” He calls his son by the little nickname he created for him. His little rockstar. Which the child LOVES.

You laugh to yourself. Never gets old. Bokuto moves his arm away, his eyes peeking out playfully at his son. When it comes to his son, his emo phase is immediately turned off. He always makes sure his baby is happy.

Suddenly, it’s as if something struck him as sits up, noticing his son’s outfit. “Woah! Look at you!” And then Bokuto’s beaming as if all his troubles have gone away. Bokuto holds up his son and spins him around in the air. “Well, aren’t you the coolest looking dude?” You laugh, catching his attention. “Babe, do you see this? We’re twins!” His emo phase is practically long gone, hair no longer drooping and eyes wide with surprise.

“Haha, you are,” you say, laughing. “Here, honey, I’ll take a picture of you guys.” You lift a camera and your husband is quick on his feet, placing his son on the ground for one photo. Then, picking him up and making several poses..

“Peace-sign! Peace-sign!” And the little kid slowly tries to mimic his father’s gestures. “There we go, my boy!”

After their photo op, the two are playing in their cute matching outfits and you cant help but snap more photos for memory of this day. The next thing you know, they’re fast asleep on the couch with matching open mouths as they snore. Somehow, the strings of their hoodies ended up tied together, making you raise a brow and lips curve. Bokuto has his arm around the little one who is curled up, snuggling into his father’s shirt.

You snap another picture, laughing silently to yourself. That’s a new lockscreen for sure.

Daichi 🔨

Daichi was in the kitchen to fix the sink’s leaky faucet when his son comes barging in

You follow the kid behind him, hands behind your back

“Daddy, look!” The boy exclaims holding a toy hammer in his hand, handing it to his father.

Your son was supposed to show his outfit, not the hammer in his hand

he probably misunderstood when you told him to go “show daddy” as he held his toy in his hand.

“Whatcha got there, buddy?” Daichi chuckles, taking the rubber hammer. “S’it for me?”

He studies the object. Then his eyebrows furrow.

You cup a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh. You knew that look.

He looks back up to his son, making a double take, and noticing the matching black polo shirt and khakis.

That’s when he drops the hammer “Oh my god,” he chuckles again, but this time in disbelief. He picks up the boy, walking over to you.

“Honey?” He motions to his son in his arms and to his outfit, posing. “How do we look?” Your husband smiles widely.

“You two look dashing,” you say.

“This is the best day ever.” He places a kiss on his son’s cheek before tickling him silly and swinging him. The kid starts giggling uncontrollably and you can’t help but chuckle from the contagious laughter. Daichi places the squirming child back on the ground, before walking over to you.

“Thank you,” he says with a soft gaze, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands and placing a huge kiss on your lips. “Mmmmwah.”

“Mmph!” the feeling of his strong palms squeezing your cheeks overwhelm you. But a soft giggle escapes you and Daichi knows that you love when he does this. Your son stands on the side, running his toy car across the furniture. His head spins to his parents hearing your giggle. And Daichi is giving all his attention back to the boy.

“Wow, neat car you got there!” He smiles, watching his kid with adoration.

Looks like the sink’s repair will have to wait.

Kuroo 👔

Kuroo had just gotten from work, his tie loosened and coat immediately thrown off

now left in his white collared long sleeve and dress pants.

“Hey, honey,” he greets you with a lingering kiss.

“Welcome back,” you say, pressing your lips against his.

He leans over you to deepen the kiss, his hands resting on your lower back

And you giggle pushing him back.

He chuckles. “Where’s the little one?”

“Close your eyes,” you say, smiling.

“Huh?” he asks, confused.

“Babe, close your eyes, trust me.”

And he closes them, a corner of his lips turning. “What is this, huh?”

“No peeking!” you warn. And right on time, your son rushes toward his father from behind you.

Kuroo feels something hugging his leg.

“S’that you, rascal?” The kid makes babbling noises as Kuroo ruffles his hair, eyes still closed.

You bend down and grab the child. “C’mere, baby.” You lift him into your arms. “Okay! Open, babe.”

Kuroo opens his eyes and gasps. “This isn’t real.” His open mouth turns into a smile and the kid mirrors his father’s expression. You had set up an outfit for your son similar to Kuroo’s work clothes, and even styling his hair to match the crow-like shape of his father’s.

Your son opens his arms as an invitation for Kuroo to take him from your hold, and Kuroo chuckles, grabbing the toddler.

“He looks so handsome! You look so handsome, bud!” Kuroo tickles the belly of the child, making him laugh.

“He looks like you,” you say staring at your child fondly. Their resemblance is uncanny. From the jet black hair, the eyes, and the same smug expression. Anybody could tell that Kuroo’s genes were strong on this one.

“Exactly,” Kuroo smirks. Of course his handsome little boy looks just like his handsome father. It only makes him think about sharing more kids with you. “I want more children. Let’s make more of these, yeah?” Kuroo says bluntly. And you had to whack him in the shoulder.

“Testurou!” You say flustered.

“What? I’m just sayin,” he defends, the child lightly bouncing on his hip and busy playing with his father’s messy hair.

“We can talk about this later,” you say, smiling at your cute son. Kuroo leans down to give you a peck on your cheek as a thank you for this little event you made for him.

Iwaizumi ☕️

Iwaizumi was sitting on the couch

his computer on his lap as he remains his focus on his work, typing at a fast pace

he had just got off a zoom call with his co-worker

lately, he’s been stressed and working hard the whole day, spending his time on the screen

while consuming an unhealthy amount of caffeine to keep himself awake (you had to take it away from him)

wanting to cheer him up, you and your dear son come up with a small surprise

you enter the room holding your neatly dressed son’s hand as you approach him

“Oh hey,” your husband looks up, rubbing his eyelids

Iwaizumi’s tired eyes squint, looking at his adorable son who is. . .dressed up as him?

His eyes widen when he realizes that what he’s seeing isn’t a hallucination. The boy had changed out of his previous clothes and is wearing the same exact clothes his father’s wearing: white tank and grey sweats.

“Did you get dressed up like me? Hmm?” Iwaizumi tosses his laptop aside, bringing his full attention to his son who cheerfully walks toward his dad. “Come here, you,” he says with a huff, picking up his son. A smile adorns the father’s face as he watches the energetic kid squeeze his father’s cheeks.

“This is crazy,” you say to yourself, shaking your head. Combined with their outfits, the two males are mirrors of each other. Your son got your husband’s spiky hair and eyes. However, you could see your smile in his. And that was Iwaizumi’s favorite part.

“Come here, momma,” your husband calls out to you and pats the space next to him. You perk up at his voice, following his words. As you sat down, you watched Iwaizumi continue to entertain his kid, giving him light tickles with his lips. “Oh, you little handsome thing.” Iwaizumi pauses when he notices you staring lovingly at them. And his smile brightens. “I love this. Our baby’s too cute.”

“I know right?” You say, grabbing your kid’s chubby cheek and giving it a light squeeze.

“Why don’t we do this often?” Iwaizumi asks and the kid moves out of his father’s lap, walking onto the cushion of the couch. It makes Iwaizumi tear his eyes away from you, to help balance his energetic child walk across the couch. “Careful, boy.”

“We should.” You stand up and quickly pick him up. “You both are so cute like this!” Looking between your husband and your child, you boop their noses. Iwaizumi is shocked by your action. Unable to help himself, plus, the image of you holding his child, he gives you a huge kiss then placing another on his child’s forehead.

“I love you two.” He sighs contently and realizes he could really use a break from work for a minute.

Kita 🍚

Coming back from delivering rice packs, Kita is exhausted

you greet him at the door as he enters with a comforting smile

“Shinsuke,” you say, hugging your husband.

“Hey, darlin’” he places a kiss on your lips and wraps his arms around your waist.

“Where’s our little ball of happiness?” he whispers in case the child he spoke of was asleep

“I’m glad you asked.” You smirk, before turning and calling your son. “C’mon baby, show papa what you got!”

And there goes your little ball of happiness skipping into the room with a replica of Kita’s clothes. The man lets you go and slowly approaches the child.

“Woah,” he breathes in amazement. It’s like looking at a reflection of his youth. “Where did you—How did you—?” Kita is astonished, his head turning to look between you and his son. He finally squats and lets the kid jump into his arms, squealing.

“Ordered the outfit online and it arrived today, so…here we are. Surprise, love,” you say, bringing your phone out for a photo as Kita tickles the boy’s neck with kisses.

“Oh my god…” Your husband stands with your son in his arms, walking over to you. He sighs. “I love you,” and gives you a kiss, before facing his child. “And I love you!” He lifts the kid into the air, spinning. The joy on their faces mirroring each other.

Before you know it, Kita is outside admiring the orangey sky with his son. The baby points at something in the sky, probably a bird or maybe a weirdly shaped cloud. Kita gazes along with him. It’s moments like these that make you forget all that is wrong with the world.

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mangogobibiboo · 5 months

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Adlers Lost and Found

Warnings: children, lost children, screaming, kinda angst, not really, very fluff. Let me know if there are more!

ADLERS x FEM!reader

MSBY ver.

Leave a comment or a reblog. They are always very appreciated 💕

Ushijima:

Ayumu: Age 6

Hiro: Age 5

Fate must hate Ushijima because though his boys were a blessing to him, they both had personalities that were polar opposite from his.

When he was little, he often drew in his little coloring book and maybe played outside with his dad.

But his sons seem to have more fun throwing the crayons at each other or using them to draw on each other or the wall.

It was the coach's 90th birthday, and he and his wife had invited over some of the old Shiratorizawa players to celebrate

Ushijima had just returned from Poland, and this would have been a great opportunity to see everyone again.

Ayumu and Hiro were so excited to go. They were city boys. They lived their whole lives in Tokyo, aside from the winter trips to Miyagi and the summer trip to California; they never really got out of the confines of their high-rise penthouse much.

This was going to be an adventure for them. When the boys visit their grandmother, they usually have to stay in the house or play in the courtyard because it's so cold, but they still love visiting.

And their grandpa lives in the city, so while it's also really fun, it feels like Tokyo.

You guys had arrived at the coach's house, and for the most part, things were going very well. The boys were calm, and Ushijima was having a great time with his old teammates.

Near dinner time, you decided to go in and help Tendou with dinner in the kitchen. Ushi only got distracted for a bit, but that was long enough because when Ushi turned his attention back to check on the boys playing. They were gone.

To be completely honest, Ushijima was not freaking out because, like a rational human, he knew they could have gone far, and if he just went into the woods a little bit, he would probably find them.

It didn't cross his mind that he should tell you the boys were gone, so he went in to find them without telling anyone.

The sun was lowering in the sky, but he finally stumbled onto them a few meters into the wood. They were covered in mud, and Ayumu was pushing his brother into the pond, yelling, "Walk the plank!!"

Ushi stood there and watched them playing pretend because, honestly, sometimes, their chaos was cute.

But then, just as Hiro was about to jump into the water, he remembered that Hiro can't swim.

Without much thought, he dove into the pond to save his little boy.

They trudged back to the house, muddy and soaking wet. Ayumu was on his back while Hiro was in his arms.

By the time they returned, everyone was standing outside worrying because the sun had set at least an hour ago, and they hadn't come in for dinner.

You wanted to be mad when you heard what happened, but they looked so funny you forgot your anger.

Kageyama:

Ren: Age 3

Ren was so much like his father. It was scary. Little Ren was not only a carbon copy of his father with the same raven hair and blueberry eyes, but he had his personality to boot.

It pissed you off a little. I mean, you held that little boy inside of you for nine months. Would it have killed him to be a little like you?

He could go an entire day just playing in his playpen, only going to find you or his dad when he was sleepy or hungry.

That day was the first day Kageyama would take care of Ren alone since returning from Italy.

It was a blessing to Kageyama that Ren was such a low-maintenance kid because all he had to do was feed him, keep him clean, and keep him alive.

It was just past two, and the boys had just finished lunch—a bowl of Udon for Kageyama and some pieces of Tonkatsu Ren. And with their stomachs full, sleep started to set in.

The boys curled up on the sofa. Ren rested his head on his dad's chest and snuggled into it, ready to nap.

Kageyama pulled a blanket on them and gave in to sleep himself.

He had only planned on sleeping for 30 minutes tops. But by the time he woke, the sunlight that filtered into the room was replaced with moonlight.

The clock above the TV read 7:00 pm. It was dinner time now, and Ren was gone.

Wait...Ren was...GONE.

This man shot up from the couch so fast. He actually tripped over the blanket, but he couldn't care less. He was frantically running through the house, calling Ren's name.

Nothing in the house looked out of place, so his mind went to the worst possible scenario: he either ran away or was kidnapped.

Was there a reason a three-year-old would run away from the father he cried for an entire year to see? No. Was there a way that anyone could get past the top-tier security system in the house to take his son without triggering the loud ass alarm and alerting every police officer in Tokyo? No. But was Kageyama thinking rationally? Also no.

Unlike the others, Kageyama just straight-up called you in his panic and told you what happened.

So you calmed him down, assuring him that Ren was still in the house, and told him to check the playpen. Ren had a favorite nap spot in the corner of the pen where it stashed a bunch of pillows and blankets and his volleyball plushy.

Thank god because when Kageyama finally saw his little boy cuddle up in those blankets in the corner, he felt his heart relax.

Hoshiumi:

Misa: Age 9

If I'm honest, he is the one that got lost, but he will never admit that.

And even before this, Hoshiumi had lost Misa plenty of times, but he would never admit that either.

Misa already knew the drill: if she "got lost." Just wait until your father realizes you're gone and for him to return and "find" you.

Misa was definitely less impulsive than her father, but nonetheless, she was an absolute daddy girl. Whenever Hoshiumi had time off, she was stuck to him like glue.

This led to him planning many father-daughter days while you were off at work.

That day, he decided they would go to the arcade; it had been years since he went, and Misa was finally old enough to enjoy it.

At first, they started on the kitty games like wack a mole, fishing, etc. Those were good warm-ups, but just like her father, Misa was ambitious and wouldn't let her age get in the way of having fun on the more challenging games.

But before that, they had to eat lunch. After all, you can't dominate the virtual world on an empty stomach.

The first game those two set their eyes on afterward was a shooting game called "Last Man Standing."

It was basically laser tag, and the winner would get their choice of anything in the prize booth and 50% off all purchasable items.

The game started with them playing together and having fun, but as Hoshi got into the game, he began leaving Misa behind to reach the target.

He did end up winning, but he completely lost sight of where his daughter was in the process.

He basically begged the arcade workers to shut down the place to find his little girl.

It didn't take long because as soon as they shut down the game and turned the lights on in the room. Misa was sitting in the corner, playing with her fingers.

He bought her anything and everything she wanted from the prize booth to compensate for what happened.

He usually did this every time she "got lost." Like when he lost her in the supermarket, they came home with 12 chocolate bars and a bunch of sugary cereal but none of the vegetables you had sent them out for.

When you got home, Misa was curled up in her bed surrounded by stuffed animals and unopened chocolate.

"You lost her again, didn't you?"

"No.........."

"Uh-hmm"

"It's true!"

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forusomimiya · 11 months

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Yes, ushijima fucks you deep to see his cock through your belly. So big and so deep inside you, you can feel him, you can /see/ him. His cock bulges your belly with every thrust and you, you just appreciate every of them.

"I'm here baby, just right here... can ya feel it?" he says as he touches the bulge and feels the tip under his palm, kissing deep inside you.

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A/N: This greatest ushijima’s fact has crossed my mind and I had to share it. I couldn't let it go ´cause I was sure to forget it. After posting this, I'm back to sleep again 😴

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dabiekql · 9 months

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HQ Seijoh & Ushijima - Y/N Being Seijoh's Manager and Ushijima's Girlfriend (Fluff)

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If Seijoh had a manager, they will really cherish her. They each have their own way of cherishing her. Hanamaki usually shares his snacks with her while Matsukawa gives her hugs. Meanwhile, Iwaizumi and Oikawa especially cherishes her because she's their childhood friend. They grew up together. Iwaizumi will take care of her as if he is her mom while Oikawa is like her brother. They are like a one big family.

But imagine, what if y/n, the manager they cherish a lot, is in love with Ushijima? What if Ushijima returns her feelings and they end up dating? It is as if the world is ending for Seijoh. They don't want to believe it. They refuse to.

"I WOULD PROBABLY DISAPPROVE EVERYONE, BUT STILL!!!" Oikawa yelled when y/n told them her relationship with Ushijima. "WHY HIM OUT OF EVERYONE?! I DISAPPROVE THIS RELATIONSHIP!!! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!"

Usually, Iwaizumi would have threw a volleyball to Oikawa by now for being loud, but this time was an exception. He agrees with Oikawa. In fact, everyone else agrees with him. They would have disapproved anyone, but out of everyone, why him?

Oikawa, out of everyone, will try his hardest to reason out with y/n regarding her relationship with Ushijima, but it wasn't enough to make y/n change her mind. "Don't worry, I'm still rooting for Seijoh and not Shiratorizawa. Regardless of my relationship with Toshi, I'm still Seijoh's only manager."

Oikawa sulks at it, but in the end, he raised the white flag. This seems to put an end to the discussion regarding her relationship with Ushijima, but imagine them meeting each other during the tournament. Now that's a different story. They will all be letting out dark aura as they glared at Ushijima. Although Ushijima wouldn't care.

"Toshi!" y/n ran towards him with open arms.

Ushijima opened his arms as well and let her run into him. Y/n smiled widely as she tilted her head upwards to look at him. Ushijima smiled softly at that as he tightened his arms around her.

When Seijoh saw this scene, they were stunned. Same thing goes for Shiratorizawa. That Ushijima smiled?! But they can see that Ushijima cherishes her as he is supposed to, and how happy y/n looks with him.

"As long as she is happy." Iwaizumi said to which everyone nodded at.

Bonus not really:

When Oikawa saw Ushijima, he immediately scowled as he stomped towards him along with Iwaizumi following after him.

"You better not make y/n-chan cry, Ushiwaka!" Oikawa scowled with his arms crossed.

"Why will I do that?" Ushijima tilted his head in confusion.

"I know that's what I needed to hear, but why am I incredibly annoyed by this?!" Oikawa ruffled his hair in frustration.

"For once I agree with you," Iwaizumi scowled as well as he looked like he was about to strangle someone. "I just can't stand him, but I need to for y/n."

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summer-may · 1 year

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cute!ushijima

Ushijima is a really sulky when he is annoyed or irritated. he goes to sink down on the sofa on the spot where he knows, that you'll come and cuddle into his chest.

the steps are always same, he sees you, raises his arm, you come under it, cuddling begins. but when he doesn't pick up his arm and just stares straight ahead as if seeing the world's best tv show, you know he is sulking.

you rack your brain and realize that it was probably when you were joking around and called him 'an oldie' when he couldn't figure how to use snapchat and just decided to delete the app.

i tell you, the struggle to pick up his arm and slide under a man, who was huge and full of muscle, is a workout. but once you get in you lay your head on his chest and ushijima does try to resist but he loves you way too much to be angry at you. so his hand comes to rest on your hip and caress the silver of skin left bare by your shirt rising up.

you try, you really do try to not smile but can't help the soft smile from gracing your face.

"ushi," you utter, smile gracing your face, which further annoyed him. His pout more prominent, hands tightening around you, and eyes narrowing on your twinkling ones.

"are you making fun of me, honey?" his fingers flexed and pulled you by sliding both hands on your waist and man handling you to sit on his lap, facing him.

"never, ushi," on his narrow stare, you confessed. smile now wide as it can be. your hands around his neck, face close, lips almost kissing. "a little bit, baby. but I was just teasing, really. I love you, baby. promise."

the way his hands squeezed yours waist had a little doubt entering your mind, "wakatoshi, did i really hurt your feelings?" your stare was unwavering, and his face softened. he knew you were serious when you used his whole government name.

"i know, baby. i was a little offended but I knew you were joking, so don't stress." his voice soft. hands pulling you impossibly closer. lips soft as they pressed against yours.

you nuzzle your face against his neck. kissing it softly. murmuring a soft apology. his hands get lost in your hair, petting you as he smiles softly.

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 7 months

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"You're late." Hoshiumi said by way of greeting as Kageyama walked into practise nearly twenty minutes late. "Did you get lost again or something?"

"No." Tobio muttered apologetically. "Just lost track of time."

"Uh huh."

"Sorry."

"Whatever."

Nothing more was said on the subject as Kageyama quickly caught up with practise and no one thought anything of it for a while.

It's not until cooldown stretches that Ushijima takes note of something.

"You changed your nails again."

Sure enough, the setter's sporting a fresh black manicure and the team's sharing knowing grins.

"Well, that explains you being late." Romero mused knowingly. "Manicure ran long?"

Tobio's ears turned pink, petulantly observing that his teammates know him too damn well.

"So (Y/N)'s sporting a matching set, right?" Hoshiumi teased, to which Ushijima replies-

"Obviously."

"Shut up." Kageyama huffed, earning a good natured chuckle from the team.

They mean no harm, they always find ways to give each other grief, and even if they did, Tobio's not ashamed of this little couple-y habit.

He doesn't always have matching manicures with his partner, it's not as if they're constantly changing their nails anyway, but when they do get to go together, why would he get anything different?

They look great on (Y/N), and they like it when they get to match, so he wears them.

The team's used to this fact as part of life at this point, but he still catches them grinning when (Y/N) comes in to pick him up, waving a fresh black manicure, the number 20 painted in white on the nail of their left ring finger.

"Ready to go, handsome?"

The prompt for this is from this list. Knew that idea would come in handy eventually :D

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #fluff #haikyuu hcs #kageyama x reader #my prompts #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #kageyama tobio #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu hoshiumi

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loveephia · 1 year

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HIS CUTE FIANCÉ | ushijima wakatoshi

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, a sprinkle of angst, cute scenes of you and ushijima, your schoolmates being slightly jealous of you both, reader comes from a rich family, kind of manhwa-esque.

⚠ warning/s: reader hurts herself on accident and while cooking.

note: i remember people wanting a little drabble on this when i posted my 200 followers special, so here you go! :D

"oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh." was what ran through your mind when you watched ushijima wakatoshi officially sign the contract.

it was an arranged marriage. ushijima is knowingly the number two ace of japan, while your family owns a big sports company. this marriage would benefit ushijima in terms of popularity, while your family would benefit in more sales.

soon enough, this marriage would all be terminated once both sides are content with the outcome, so ushijima and his family agreed by contract. you were ecstatic, to say the least, having successfully hidden your small crush on the giant for ages now.

"it's a pleasure to be working with you, son." your father held out his hand to shake ushijima's.

somehow, during the next day at shiratorizawa, word got out of you two getting married soon, and it was all your schoolmates could talk about.

they all chattered about you both non-stop, saying how annoyingly perfect you are together. ushijima is this big, strong guy who has this intense passion for volleyball, yet he still happens to make time for you. while you're his doting and clumsy wife-to-be.

clumsy, you ask? well, one time, you tripped up the stairs because you were too busy admiring ushijima. you ended up with a medium-sized scar and several specks on your knee, but it all ended alright, since ushijima took nice care of it.

he led you to the infirmary, but unfortunately, the nurse was out on break, so ushijima took matters into his own hands. he first disinfected the minor wounds made before pouring a tiny bit of the antibiotics on a clean cotton ball. he then lightly padded it onto your scarred knee.

you apologized to ushijima for worrying him like this, but he brushed it off, telling you that it was nothing. "i don't mind taking care of you. it's the least that i could do while we're together."

the volleyball team was shocked from the news, to say the least. ushijima was surely handsome, but he can be a bit aloof, so it could drive some of the girls away. because of that, the team didn't expect that he'd be the first from them all to get married.

"so, how's married life treating ya, ushiwaka?" tendō joked, leaning an arm on his broad shoulder. "we're not married yet." ushijima stoicly replied.

"yet! he said yet!" your heart felt innocently happy at his choice of wording.

you were never too big on cooking, but to impress ushijima, you spent an entire week in shiratorizawa's hot and fiery kitchen, getting taught how to make the best hayashi rice by the school's cooking club.

"why'd you decide to do this, y/n? i mean.. you'd usually stay the farthest from the stove whenever we have home economic classes." a member asked curiously. you jumped at the sudden question, as if being caught red-handed. "oh! uhm.. i wanted to give ushi— i mean.. wakatoshi a bento to thank him for taking care of me this one time." your face went aflame at the memory of him patching up your knee with a cute band-aid.

you bashfully rubbed the back of your head, "but i don't think my current cooking skills will be enough to satisfy his taste buds."

"that's true, you're a terrible cook, y/n!" a friend walking by teased you while you tried to defend yourself, failing miserably in the process.

"anyway, that's why i came here. to get better." you said, determination in those eyes of yours. it moved the cooking club's members, and they adored your resoluteness. "okay, we'll help you!"

once you mastered the recipe, you added your own twist to be original and brought ushijima a bento. it was bundled up in a pastel wrapping cloth with a cute pattern on it. your classmates marveled at it, awaiting for the two of you to speak.

"what's this?" ushijima asked.

"it's.. hayashi rice. i made it. i hope you like it..!"

you left the classroom quickly to protect yourself from his reaction, which could only go both ways; good or bad. "i don't think my heart can take it if he dislikes my cooking.." you thought.

ushijima had already really liked the hayashi rice being served in the cafeteria, but since this was made by you, he supposes that he can take a bite or two.

and oh, did he love it.

it was similar to shiratorizawa's hayashi rice, but the flavor was more prominent, and the taste was much richer. i guess this is what happens when you have a bit of allowance left from your parents. aka the ingredients were pricey, and you had access to more spices since the shiratorizawa kitchen was a bit limited.

but not only that, he could tell that it was made with love (as if the heart-shaped rice wasn't obvious enough). ushijima had noticed your fingers being covered with small cuts earlier, probably from slicing the ingredients. it showed him that you really worked hard to make it.

he kindly asked if you could make another.

whenever you and ushijima are sitting next to each other in the cafeteria, you'd play with his large calloused hands for the fun of it. he doesn't mind, really. it's almost as if a kitten was massaging some bread on his palm. quite therapeutic if i do say so myself.

a bold move of ushijima that you'll never forget is the time he hugged you from behind for the first time. he was tired from practice and wanted to rest a bit, so he used you as his pillow. rest assured that he was feeling well-energized with you in his muscular arms.

you warmed up to ushijima and managed to earn yourself a soft spot in his heart. even ushijima's fellow volleyball members have noticed how relaxed he's been lately.

the day of termination has come, and both sides were more than happy with what they profited. ushijima had gotten more magazine gigs for the sports section, and your family had gained more than enough money to last them until the next generation.

you and ushijima were in your father's spacious office room with the contract laying despairingly on the table in front of you. your father, himself, was sitting on the opposing side of the both of you.

thinking of this all ending makes your heart heavy, but ushijima never did this for love, so i guess it's to be expected. being loved back is asking for too much, so the least you could do is respect his own feelings.

"i'm thankful for the past few months."

you reluctantly signed your signature on the left side of the contract and waited patiently for ushijima to pick up the pen and do the same.

but he never did.

with a sigh, ushijima speaks up, "is it possible to renew the contract? i don't think i'm satisfied yet."

your jaw drops, and you face your father, whose expression seems to be a playful one. "oho~ and what have you still not gotten out of this that isn't to your heart's content? a sports scholarship for college? or perhaps a partnership?" he lists.

"your daughter's real hand in marriage." ushijima states.

"huh?!" you face ushijima to see if this is just some kind of cruel joke being played on you, but ushijima wasn't one for funny punchlines. in fact, he was always very straightforward.

"that is if.. y/n is okay with it." and now, ushijima and your father are looking at you for your answer.

you nod shyly and look down at your own lap.

"very well then! i'll check this with my lawyer and my wife to see what we can do." your father walked out of the office room, leaving you with ushijima.

you play with the hem of your dress nervously, not knowing what to say. "i saw the way you hesitated to sign the contract earlier," ushijima started, and you turn to him, surprised by how on-point his assesment was, "so i thought that you'd be okay to continue being engaged."

"truthfully, i grew comfortable with your presence. and on days when you weren't beside me, i'd wonder where you were and how you were doing."

"there was never a day where you weren't on my mind." he admits.

now you were feeling dizzy from his words. "i- i see.."

"is that all you have to say to me?" ushijima asks, hopeful, as he leans close to you. "w- well..!"

you muster up your remaining courage and silently mumble, "..thank you for loving me, wakatoshi."

ushijima smiles gently at your verbal reply, it being exactly what he wanted to hear.

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