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rip andre 😭 💗 (the art is beautiful btw)

"Every time someone steps up and says who they are the world becomes a better, more interesting place." 🫶🏳️‍🌈

My tribute to Andre Braugher, thank you for Captain Raymond Holt ❤️✨

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the praise is well deserved <33 ur art is literally gorgeousss

i tried to draw ishida (a silent voice), dazai (bungou stray dogs) and L (death note) they just all ended up looking traumatised 😭

why does he look like he's planning some devious shit bro 😭

he looks like he's seen said devious shit

there is not a single thought behind those eyes (ironic considering how smart he actually was in death note)

Your art is the most beautiful I ever seen :)

Oh wow, that's some incredibly high praise. Thanks for brightening my day 💗

#anime art #dazai osamu #artists on tumblr #ishida shouya #a silent voice #death note #l death note #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai

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this is so them

Imagine Oikawa giving Ushijima the silent treatment when he's upset with him except Ushijima is totally comfortable in silence and thinks theyre just having nice quiet time meanwhile Oikawa is the one suffering because he's dying to yap about something he saw on his phone

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daichi x sugawara

Suga was losing his smile recently.

The stress of simply existing was getting to him, and it was like the walls were closing in. 

Suga had made some bad decisions.

His wrists weren't bleeding. The stray cat he fed was just being grumpy. His smile wasn't getting faker and faker. He just hadn't slept well. His eyes weren't losing their sparkle. He was just concentrating on volleyball. He hadn't been himself lately. He was just focused on his studies.

Lies.

Sugawara Koushi was a fucking liar.

Every day, he felt like he was suffocating. He was drowning in the deep, black ocean, with no one to find him. His lungs were filling with water, he was screaming for help, but then he decided he didn't need to. Because he deserved this. He deserved to die alone, with nobody by his side. He deserved everything the world threw at him.

Or, at least that's what he thought.

Well, no matter. Nobody else's opinion was ever heard anyway, because Suga had been distancing himself from everybody in his life. 

"Koushi, are you okay?" Daichi asked, snapping Suga out of his thoughts.

"Huh? Yeah, yeah, totally fine." Suga said.

"No, you're not. And you're going to tell me what's bothering you." Daichi said sternly, and Suga knew it was over because he used his i-am-captain-and-dad-to-a-bunch-of-kids-my-age-and-i-have-to-keep-them-in-check voice, not his suga-is-my-friend-and-i-care-deeply-about-him-and-want-him-to-be-okay voice.

So Suga told him everything.

Including his twelve step plan to putting himself out of his misery.

"Oh my god, Koushi…I– why didn't you say something? Please don't end it. Ever. Please. Everybody would be crushed." Daichi's eyes welled up with tears, and his voice cracked.

"Well, there is one thing I wanted to say to you before it's all over, but I guess I won't ever have to tell you now."

"You can still tell me, if you want."

"I'm gay, Daichi."

"Oh," Daichi blinked in surprise. "Suga, you know almost everyone on our volleyball team is gay, right? There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Not to my parents." Suga's bottom lip quivered and he looked away, ashamed.

"Suga," Daichi said, sweetly, "we all care about you, no matter what, okay? You are amazing. You are kind. You are Sugawara Koushi, and that is the biggest complement anybody could give you. Who cares what they think? It's your life."

And then the dam broke.

Suga held onto Daichi and sobbed, letting all his frustration, anger, and pain out into the brunette's chest. Daichi immediately wrapped his arms around him, and rubbed circles gently on his back as he whispered sweet nothings.

After Suga had cried until there were no tears left, he pulled away sniffling. 

"Sorry." he muttered, embarrassed that he had probably got his tears and snot on Daichi's hoodie.

"Don't apologise. It's normal. You're human, Koushi," Daichi reassured him. Then, he leaned down slightly and kissed Suga on the forehead. "You can tell me anything. Anything at all, okay? I will never judge you."

"Well, there is one more thing I've been wanting to tell you." Suga blushed, biting his lip.

"What?"

"I'm in love with you, Daichi." Suga whispered.

Daichi's mouth fell open, as he confusedly stared at Suga. "Oh god, I knew I shouldn't have said that, I'm so sorry, uh, can we forget about—" Suga started rambling, but was interrupted by Daichi, kissing him softly. Delicately. As if he pressed his lips just a bit harder, Suga would break, would disappear, and it would all be over.

After a few seconds, Daichi pulled away.

Suga was crying again.

Tears dripped down his pink cheeks and rolled down to his chin as he bit his lip and cried softly.

"Shit, why are you crying? Should I have not done that?" Daichi gasped. "Am I a bad kisser?"

Suga slapped his arm gently. "No, these are happy tears. I've wanted that for so long now." Daichi sighed in relief. 

"And, for the record, you are a pretty great kisser." Suga teased.

"Shut up!" Daichi blushed, his tan skin now tinted with bright red.

"I love you."

"...I love you too."

#haikyuu #hq #hq fanfic #hq fluff #angst #fluff #light angst #daichixsuga #daichi x sugawara #sawamura daichi #daisuga #sugawara #sugawara koushi #sugawara kōshi #haikyuu sugawara #angst with a happy ending #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu daichi #daichi sawamura

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kuroo x kenma

(the italics are song lyrics or emphasis, don't worry you'll be able to differentiate)

Kenma had been playing video games all day long.

Kenma loved video games. 

Kenma also loved Kuroo.

But Kuroo didn't need to know that.

They had been best friends forever, and he didn't want to ruin things with him. He cared about Kuroo too much to lose his friendship. Kenma loved Kuroo so much. He loved the way Kuroo looked at him, his dark eyes full of adoration, slight amusement, and something else he couldn't quite recognise.

It sort of looked like love.

But Kenma was probably delusional.

From the background, his playlist blasted out of his phone. 

'I wanna ruin our friendship'

Suddenly, his door burst open, and out of it came Kuroo, in all his dark, tall glory. Kenma almost had a heart attack. He also hadn't noticed he was screaming.

'We should be lovers instead'

"Kenma! You've been inside the whole day. You're coming with me, whether you like it or not. I'm dragging your ass out if I have to." Kuroo said, loud and obnoxious as ever. Meanwhile Kenma was still hyperventilating on the floor. "House…keys…Kuroo…" he wheezed in panic. "You gave me spare keys, remember?" Kuroo said, smirking.

"And I regret it immensely."

"As you should."

'I don't know how to say this'

"Okay, you're coming with me."

"Where though?"

"Bokuto, Akaashi, Oikawa, and Iwa are meeting us at that new karaoke place in," Kuroo paused to look at his watch. "Ten minutes ago. Okay, get up, we're late." 

"I hate you." 

'Cause you're really my dearest friend'

"And turn that damn music off." 

To this, Kenma obliged. He didn't want Kuroo to hear the simpy playlist he had made dedicated to him. He ran upstairs, threw on his best (and tightest) pair of jeans, and a random t-shirt with a cat on it. He hurriedly came back down, where Kuroo was waiting.

Maybe he was just imagining Kuroo's expression change for a second. 

Maybe his mouth didn't hang open and his eyebrows didn't raise in surprise.

Kenma was imagining things.

They reached the karaoke place in around fifteen minutes, where they were greeted by their friends. Oikawa ran up to them. "Kuroooooo you promised it wouldn't take you too long to drag Kenma out todayyyy." he complained, pouting. They hadn't noticed Bokuto creep up behind them until he slapped Kenma's ass and said "Damn, Kenma, those jeans are tight as hell. You tryna seduce Kuroo?" 

Kuroo went red. Kenma rolled his eyes.

"If you must know, there's another girl I've got my eyes set on."

"Ooo~ Kenma's gonna get a girlfriend tonight~" Oikawa smirked.

Akaashi dragged Kuroo, who looked severely confused (and slightly constipated) away to get food and sign in so they could play.

"Who's the girl?" Oikawa nudged Kenma. "Tell us everything."

"You really wanna know?" Kenma asked.

"Tell us or we make you sing first." Bokuto said.

"She's…your mom." Kenma said, and sprinted away as fast as his legs would carry him. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, he ran right into Akaashi, who managed to spill all six of the open Coca Cola bottles on him.

Kenma, now drenched in Coke, opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish. 

"How did you manage to drop all six onto me?" he sputtered.

Oikawa and Bokuto were cackling in the background, Bokuto holding onto Oikawa's arm for dear life as he wheezed so hard he cried. Iwaizumi shook his head, but laughed along with them.

Kuroo was giggling wildly as Akaashi apologised profusely, also grinning like a mad man. 

A few seconds later, Kenma joined in, shaking with laughter.

After they had all finished teasing Kenma, Kuroo pulled him aside, and silently tugged him to the bathroom. He pulled off his hoodie and handed it to Kenma, his hand awkwardly touching the back of his neck. "Your shirt's drenched." he said, smiling softly.

"Oh yes, I wasn't aware of that." Kenma muttered.

Kuroo's face lit up in a grin. "Who would've guessed."

"Yup."

Kenma took his shirt off quickly, rinsed his hair in the sink (he doesn't know how he managed either), and put on Kuroo's hoodie. 

It was ridiculously huge on him. 

"You…you look cute." Kuroo said, eyes slightly widened.

"Thanks." Kenma's blush extended to his shoulders.

They left and had a concerning amount of beer with their friends. They all thought it tasted like trash, but they did it for, in Oikawa's words, "the plot". The plot of what, god knows. 

"I love you, Kenma." Kuroo slurred, putting his arm around Kenma's shoulders.

"What?" Kenma asked, ready to spontaneously combust.

"I love you. I've loved you for a long time now." Kuroo muttered. 

"You're drunk. I'm drunk. You don't mean that."

"I'm a coward, Kenma. Alcohol gives me the courage to say things I can't say when I'm sober. Do you love me too?" 

"I love you so much, Kuroo Tetsuro."

"Good."

And then Kuroo kissed him. 

Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Bokuto, and Akaashi cheered in the background, but they barely noticed them.

This was their moment.

"Wanna get out of here?" Kuroo asked against Kenma's lips.

"Desperately." 

They booked a cab and went back to Kenma's house, where they made out a bit more and Kenma beat Kuroo at Mario Kart more than Kuroo would ever admit. 

He didn't mind losing to Kenma, though.

#kenma kuzome #haikyuu kenma #kozume kenma #kenma fluff #kuroo x kenma #kuroo testuro #kenma #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #hq iwaizumi #haikyuu iwaoi #hq oikawa #hq akaashi #hq bokuto #bokuaka #bokuto koutaro #akaashi keiji #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu fanfiction #i wanna ruin our friendship #kuroken #hq kuroo #kuroo

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iwaizumi x oikawa

Iwaizumi was feeling jealous.

Usually, none of Oikawa's fangirls bothered him this much. But lately, they had been driving him insane. Actually, it wasn't just the way they licked their lips when Oikawa talked to them, or the way they caressed his shoulder, or even the way they went red when he so much as glimpsed in their direction driving Iwazumi crazy. 

It was the way Oikawa would dazzle them with his most award winning smile when he overheard them gossiping about him, and how he flirtily bit his pink lips (that Iwaizumi had been kissing) and he was scarily good at acting like he was single and–

God, Iwaizumi was so mad.

"Iwa-chan~!" Iwaizumi heard Oikawa yell from across the courtyard. He ran up to Iwaizumi. "Hi, Iwa-chan~" Oikawa grinned. "Wanna sleep over at my place after school?" 

Of course Iwa said yes. He was weak in the knees for Shittykawa, no matter how much of an oblivious ass he was sometimes. He sent his mom a quick text to let her know about the sleepover, and then fell into step next to Oikawa as they headed to his house. As Oikawa rambled on animatedly (he always did), Iwa examined his face. His beautiful face. "No, idiot, you're mad at him, remember?" he scolded himself. 

"Iwa-chan, are you feeling okay?" Oikawa asked, finally stopping his rant about the physics teacher who apparently didn't know how to grade tests properly or something of the sort. Iwa wasn't exactly paying attention. They stopped walking. "Yeah, I'm fine," he muttered. "Just tired." "Of how bad I want you and it feels like you'd rather be with your fans." he added internally. 

"Hajime, look me in the eyes and tell me everything's okay." Oikawa said, gently pulling up the shorter man's chin and looking into his eyes. "It's not." Iwaizumi tears his gaze away from Oikawa's. "What's wrong? You can tell me anything, you know that, Iwa-chan." Oikawa whispered, searching Iwa's eyes for any emotion, anything at all. 

"It's alright, shittykawa. I'll deal with it." Iwaizumi said. 

"No, it's not alright. Tell me, please. I can help." Oikawa breathed.

"I'm jealous." 

"What?"

"I SAID I'M FUCKING JEALOUS, SHITTYKAWA. YOU SPEND EVERY SECOND OF EVERY DAY FLIRTING WITH GIRLS WHO AREN'T ME, SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS AND WHAT NOT. I KNOW WE AGREED ON KEEPING THIS, US, SECRET, BUT IF THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS, I DON'T WANT IT. I DON'T WANT SNEAKY KISSES AND LOCKER ROOM MAKE OUTS AND NOT BEING ABLE TO DO SO MUCH AS HOLD YOUR HAND IN PUBLIC. I DON'T WANT THAT. I WANT YOU SO MUCH, BUT NOT LIKE THIS." Iwaizumi yelled, tears streaming down his face now. "God, I just want you and you just want fame. It's fucking pathetic. Do you love me, Oikawa?"

Oikawa looked at the ground, crying too now.

"I SAID DO YOU LOVE ME, TOORU?" Iwaizumi screamed, voice raw and cracking with emotion. 

"YES! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, HAJIME. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD." Oikawa shouted. "I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!"

"Then how come the world can't know that?" Iwaizumi whispered defeatedly, crying harder. 

Oikawa stared into Iwaizumi's chocolate brown eyes and moved closer. All of a sudden, his lips were on Iwa's. Iwaizumi's eyes widened in surprise, but after a few seconds, he melted into his lover's arms. Oikawa tasted like tears and sweetness and something entirely him. 

"I love you so much, Hajime," Oikawa muttered between kisses. "Please don't doubt that ever. I love you more than volleyball." 

Iwaizumi snorted. "That's my competitor? Volleyball?" 

"Yes, Iwa-chan."

"You're a weirdo."

"I'm your weirdo."

"That you are." Iwaizumi chuckled.

"I LOVE IWAIZUMI HAJIME!" Oikawa climbed a nearby bench and yelled. "SHHH! SHITTYKAWA! WE'RE IN PUBLIC! THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!" Iwa screamed, blushing a bright red. "I DON'T CARE. I'M BI, AND I'M IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND!" Oikawa shouted. Iwa grabbed him by his waist and pulled him down.

"Shut up, trashykawa," he mumbled. "I love you too."

"Who doesn't?" Oikawa said, his usual air of cockiness surrounding him once more.

"Shut up."

"Make me, Iwa-chan~"

And so Iwa did. 

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu angst #fluff #angst with a happy ending #angst #haikyuu iwaoi #hq #hq fanfic #hq iwaizumi #hq oikawa #iwaoi #iwaoi fic #iwaoi fanfiction #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru

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kageyama x hinata

Kageyama was sick. He wasn’t ‘cough-cough, boo hoo’ sick, he was ‘104° fever can’t get out of bed’ sick. He didn’t go to school, which meant he also missed volleyball practice.

Meanwhile, Hinata’s concern was ever-growing. Kageyama never missed school. He’d just have to go to his house afterwards and see what was going on for himself.

After the bell rang, Hinata quickly cycled down the path to Kageyama’s house. He knocked on the door. “Hello?” said Hinata. The door was open. “Come in.” came Kageyama’s nasally reply. “You left the door open. I could have robbed you!” Hinata scolded. 

“Only thing you’ve stolen is my heart.” Kageyama thought, but the words that came out of his mouth were something along the lines of “Whatever.”. “You sound horrible. Are you sick?” came the tangerine boy’s reply. “Yeah, I have a fever, boke,” Kageyama said. “There’s some soup on the stove. Could you get it for me?” 

Hinata did more than get the soup for him. He heated it up, spoon fed it to him, fetched a wet cloth for his head, kissed his forehead (but Kageyama didn’t need to know that), and got him his meds. After a long day of tending to the king of the court, Hinata was just about to leave. He checked Kageyama’s temperature for the last time, but Kageyama stirred. “Don’t go,” He mumbled. “He’s so cute when he’s asleep,” thought Hinata. “It’s just the fever talking.” 

He was going to go nonetheless, but Kageyama grabbed him and held him against his chest, his face in Hinata’s fluffy hair. Hinata blushed a light pink, but snuggled up with him. “I think I like you better when you’re asleep.” he muttered, holding Kageyama close.

#haikyuu #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #hinata shoyo #hq #hq fanfic #hq fluff #fluff #i love kagehina sm #kagehina #kagehina fluff #im weak for sick fics #yes i did it again

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this would have got 100k notes as a tumblr post in 2018

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LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

“You shouldn’t self-ID as ADHD/autistic, you’re turning a very real mental condition into a trend” Ok then stop saying delulu. Stop speculating on which cluster C personality disorder the criminals you hear about on the news have. Stop saying “schizoposting” and “acoustic” and “is it restarted?” Stop using “psycopath” and “sociopath” as catch-all ways of calling someone a bad person. Stop saying “the intrusive thoughts won” when you bleach your hair and then turn your nose up at people who suffer from very real, very scary urges of physical/sexual violence. Stop saying “I’m so OCD” as a way of calling yourself neat. Stop treating BPD/ASPD/Bipolar as inherently abusive. Stop saying “OP I am living in your walls” without tagging for unreality. Stop diagnosing complete strangers you’ve never met on r/AITA with NPD.

You first. If you don’t want our disabilities to be treated like trends then stop belittling and minimising them. I’ll NEVER judge a person for trying find labels for their symptoms when an apathetic, racist, sexist, ableist healthcare system refuses to. But I will absolutely judge a hypocrite. Which a lot of you are

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send help im being booped

Oh, you think you're safe now?

Nothing can deliver you from these paws!

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april will be my month [rewatches brooklyn nine nine and haikyuu 17 times with excessive internal conflict and the darkest dark circles asahi (jesus) has ever seen]

april will be a good month [staring into the sink mirror eyebags prominent the most upset person youve ever seen]

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i can see this happening

Hermione: I hope you have an explanation for this.

Harry: We have three, actually!

Ron: Pick your favorite.

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greatest pair. greatest duo. greatest rivalry. greatest opponents. greatest partners. I LOVE THEM.

#kagehina #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #haikyuu #shobio #hq #haikyuu manga #hq manga

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the majestic fanart reminded me of this thing i saw on pinterest

the box

#oikawa tooru

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kageyama x hinata

It was a cold, rainy afternoon. After high school, the team had sadly split up and left for college, though most of the couples rented apartments together. Kageyama and Hinata were one of these couples. It was afternoons like these that were Kageyama's favourite. He loved watching Hinata doze off randomly, or drink his tea, or read a book, in his eyes, he was beautiful no matter what.

Hinata sat in his armchair with one earbud in, softly humming ‘First love/Late spring’ by Mitski. He sipped his tea. Kageyama walked over to him and sat down at the leg of his armchair. He put his head on Hinata's thigh, and Hinata started playing with his hair out of habit. “What happened, Tobio?” he asked, twirling Kageyama's hair around his finger. “Nothing,” he whispered. “I just wanted to talk to you.” 

“Tell me something,” he said. “What?” Hinata asked. “Anything. I just like hearing your voice.” he said, and Hinata could feel his smile against his thigh. “Okay. When we were in college, I read this quote that said ‘the first time men get flowers is at their funeral’ and I totally freaked out. That’s why I gave you flowers every day for the first three semesters.” he said.

Tobio smiled and looked up at her, his eyes sparkling with affection and amusement. "You know you're a man too, right?" Kageyama said. Hinata shrugged and got off the chair, cautiously putting his book and mug aside on the coffee table, unplugged his earbuds, and sat down next to Kageyama. They stared at each other, and Kageyama smiled until Hinata leaned in and pressed his lips against his.

Kageyama's heart exploded, like it always did. No matter how many times he kissed him, his heart always did backflips, his stomach got butterflies and his knees got weak. The way he could feel Hinata's breath gently fanning his cheek, his nose awkwardly bumping against his, and their heart rates speeding up would never get old. He couldn’t fathom how he loved this man so much. 

Suddenly, it was over. Hinata grabbed his hand and pulled him out to the balcony. "Shouyou?” he asked, but he let himself get swept away by Hinata. His fluffy tangerine hair got soaked immediately by the rain, and ‘My Love Mine all Mine’ played in the background from his phone. “May I have this dance?” he said.

The minute he looked up at Kageyama with sparkles in his gorgeous brown eyes, he knew it was all over. He would do anything, just to see them shine up at him like this forever. “Okay.” he whispered.

They waltzed together as the rain poured down on them, not giving a damn as to how they were getting soaked or what the world thought of them. In this moment, it was just them. And they had never been so in love. 

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #hq fluff #hq fanfic #hq #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #kagehina #hinata shoyo #kageyama x hinata #kageyamaxhinata #help i cannot write #dancing in the rain #mitski #first love/late spring #my love mine all mine #i love kagehina sm

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this is literally gorgeous oml

My exchange gift for gin_not_spelled_with_a_g in the February Greatest Decoy Challenge

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daichi x sugawara

It was just about time for volleyball practice after school, and Daichi was not feeling good. He hadn’t eaten properly all day because of stress for the upcoming tournament, and he was dizzy and disoriented. The bell rang, and most of the class left. Suga got up from his desk and walked up to Daichi’s. “Hey,” he said, “you ready to leave?”.  “Yeah.” Daichi replied, pushing himself up with the support of the desk. “Let’s go.” “Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t look too good and, come to think of it, I didn’t see you at lunch either.” asked Suga, concern lacing his voice. “Yes, Suga, don’t mother me. Save that for the ten grown children we have on the team.” 

Suga smiled a bit, and they continued walking to the courts. 

The corners of Daichi’s mouth twitched upward, and he knew he had made Suga worry a bit less. No matter how shitty he felt, he loved knowing he was responsible for Suga’s beautiful smile.

“Shit! We’re late!” Suga realised, and he broke into a run, turning to make sure Daichi was following him. Daichi ran after him, and suddenly his dizziness turned into spots in his vision. He stopped and leaned against a rail. “Just give me a minute. You go.” he said. Suga turned as he realised Daichi was no longer running behind him. He jogged back to him. “No way,” he said, patting Daichi’s head and ruffling his already messy brown hair. “I’m not leaving you like this.” He took out his water bottle from his bag, and made Daichi drink some.

Daichi smiled weakly at Suga’s concerned but loving eyes, and thought, “God, he's beautiful.”.  “Hey, look at me.” Suga said. Daichi did, and before he could comprehend anything, Suga’s lips were on his. It was a quick peck, but he still smiled widely. How was he still so weak for this man? It had only been a few weeks (if you don't count the pining for him when they met), and he had fallen so in love with his motherly concern, the glitter in his eyes, and the way his smile lit up the room. And how he was a lot less innocent than he got credit for. God, he loved Suga.

Then, they walked back to practice, Suga holding both their bags. He made sure Daichi wouldn’t play by threatening no kisses for a week, but they both knew he wouldn’t last that long. Daichi still agreed though, suddenly loving the princess treatment. 

After practice, Suga walked Daichi home, just like they always did. He was leaning in to hug him, but Daichi shifted away uncomfortably. “Don’t, I’m really sweaty. I think I might have a fever.” he said. “And I think I don’t care.” Suga replied, shaking his head. He hugged Daichi tightly, his arms wrapped around his body in an embrace that made Daichi feel safe and warm. “I love you,” muttered Suga, “take care of yourself, okay?”.

“What did I do to deserve him?” Daichi thought as Suga walked away. 

#haikyuu #hq fanfic #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu daichi #daichi x sugawara #daichixsuga #sawamura daichi #sugawara #fanfic #my fic #help i cant write #welp i tried #im weak for sick fics #fluff #daisuga #daisuga fluff