Suna Calls You Ugly.

Suna calls you ugly.

Lovingly.

"Hey, ugly." He always greets you with a teasing smile; kisses the fake pout off of your lips at his choice of words. You try to suppress your smile when you feel his smile against your lips.

He calls you baby when he's frustrated, darling when you fight, love when you're sad, babe when he's teasing.

His camera roll is full of pictures of you doing random things. You say they're ugly; delete them, rin! He agrees; they are ugly, he tells you with the smallest, lovesick smile on his lips as he looks at the picture.

"Hey, asshole."

He gives you an airy chuckle, placing his backpack on the ground. "I come bearing gifts."

"Snacks?" You ask; he watches with amusement at how your eyes sparkle. "Yes, ugly, snacks." Suna rolls his eyes, throwing his arm around your shoulder. "You don't get this excited when you see me."

"Shut up and give them to me already." You try to wiggle out of his hold, but his arm closes around you tight before you can. Suna pulls you back to his chest, pressing you to himself as hard as he can. You can feel his laughter in his chest as you shout for your life. You can hear his heartbeat doubling against your ear.

Whenever he sees you getting ready for a date or coffee plans with friends, "you look ugly." is the first thing he would say. But the words come out of his lips a smitten smile, pinching your nose, his hand squeezing yours affectionately as he says it.

He sends you fish memes, "Look, it's you." He captions it. You tell him to fuck off, knowing he's smiling widely on the other side of the screen.

And when he's away for volleyball tournaments, Suna always sounds down on the phones. You know he gets tired easily, you know he finds solace in your voice, but it's because of the time difference he doesn't let you talk with him often. "Good night, ugly." He says before hanging up. It sounds more like an I miss you.

He knows you understand that he doesn't mean it. He knows you know it's just him telling you, "You look pretty."

"I'm really grateful you're with me."

"You're the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me."

Everyone has different ways of saying things, showing feelings, and for someone not used to showing affection, this is Suna's way of saying, "I'm in love with you."

And you wouldn't want it any other way.

Let's talk about how Suna is either headcannoned as either someone who hates physical affection with every fiber in his body, or someone who is attached to his s/o by the hip and can't live without "kissies"

Now, here's my take on this.

I don't think he loves physical affection or pda, I think Suna likes his space and values it a lot. But, that doesn't mean I agree with him hating it either.

Yes, he doesn't accept physical affection from anyone and everyone and often tries to avoid it, but again, I think that's just him valuing his personal space and not feeling comfortable receiving affection that way, and/or being that close to people.

But that does not mean Suna feels the same way towards you, too. Being close to you doesn't make him feel awkward, it doesn't make him feel like his privacy is being (baltalanmak). Suna doesn't resent the feeling of you in his arms, against his chest, your breath tickling his neck, your fingers tracing shapes on his skin, the feeling of you under the pads of his fingers as he caresses your cheeks.

Did it take him a while to get to this stage of the relationship? Yes.

It's because trust isn't something simply given, one has to earn it, even when it's harder to earn from people like Suna. Skeptical, doubtful towards other people.

Because of this, Suna hadn't let anyone get close to himself before you. No one could get past his cold demeanor, break the shell. It's because physical affection is something out of his comfort zone, he doesn't want it.

Physical affection never sounded too appealing anyway, so he used a cold demeanor to keep people as far as possible.

Because people don't miss what they never had or felt, Suna never understood the crave people had towards this. That led him to never actively seeking for physical affection.

But with you? When he first met you, even when it made him feel strange, unsafe, he still craved your touch, wanted you close. It's by time you ease him to it.

So no, Suna neither hates nor loves physical affection, I think he's just head over heels for you.

KISS THEORY

Synopsis: You and Atsumu test something out.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: i just love atsumu bye

WORD COUNT: 0.3K

WARNINGS: none!

PAIRINGS: Miya Atsumu x gn!reader

↳ LOVE AT SECOND SIGHT, BUDDING ROMANCE, SLICE OF LIFE ↲

“I think I could fall in love with you, Mr. Miya.”

“Oh?”

Atsumu lays his head across your thighs as you sit up looking at the stars above you, watching them twinkle and almost shiver in delight. You drag your eyes back to his face, noticing his lips part slightly in disbelief, the widening of his eyes barely noticeable, and it causes your own mouth to twitch to fight the oncoming smile.

“Yeah,” you say, “I’m not in love with you, but I think I could be. I think I’d be able to love you until the day I died.”

“I think...” he shifts, his eyes darting anywhere but you as he struggles to respond, but you remain patient, merely resuming the routine of running your hand through his hair as you wait for him to continue.

Atsumu swallows quickly, moving to sit up as he mumbles back at you, “I think I could love you, too.”

You grin, leaving forward as you raise a hand to softly grip his chin, making him look at you. To catch an inkling of we are on the cusp of something, something, something in his irises, and the longer you look, your thumb stroking his bottom lip softly, the more you think you’d like to know what that something is.

“Yeah?” you sigh amusedly, tapping his cheek, “You think so, ‘Sumu?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s test that theory, hm?” You bump your nose into his gently, eyes trailing down to his lips as you resist the urge to surge forward, “Do you want to kiss me as much as I do you?”

“I do.” He nods as well as he can, his hair tickling your forehead as his hands curl into fists, “Kiss me, please.”

And you do, your lips taking his slowly, firmly as you breathe through your nose while your hands come up to grip his face, a smile creeping up on you.

Atsumu’s kiss is clumsy, sure, but you feel your heart race, the tiny thumping in your chest leaving you dizzy with vows of I will take this leap of faith, and when you separate, chests heaving as your faces break out into dopey smiles, you wonder exactly why you didn’t love him already.

I don’t love him, you think, but I could.

And love him you do.

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purple and cinnamon 👉👈

*Wipes her tears* anon you're really sweet 🤧 ty! If you ever wanna talk I'm always open too 🦭

pretty colors for sweet people

dating reader with a bunny quirk

—todoroki x reader; bakugō x reader; hawks x reader; takami keigo x reader; aged-up!au; third year!au; bunny!reader; comedy; established relationship

todoroki shōto

he can’t understand why the boys at school (mostly kaminari & mineta) keep dialing in on the fact you have a bunny quirk? like, what’s so special about that? everyone has a quirk?

he will be even more confused than before when he notices their envious glares and incoherent grumbling whenever you approach him or cling onto him in public

“this guy has everything!” mineta cried, earning a lot of eye rolls from his classmates, “the looks, the money, the quirk, AND now one of the hottest babes in the school? UNFAIR!”

“oh, shut up, you creep!”

it won’t be until either midoriya or yaoyorozu explains it to him the entire ordeal would it click in his head why his male classmates & schoolmates have been behaving so weirdly around you  (+ he’s truly disgusted bc he didn’t think of your quirk as anything but adorable)

let’s just say that after your boyfriend had a little chat (more like a confrontation) w/ the boys who fawned over you, especially mineta, they didn’t stare, speak, or even breathed whenever you entered the room anymore (+ it was truly a sight to see all the color drained from your purple classmate’s face every time he saw you)

todoroki was moderately protective then, but now? ha! he would be glued to your side, glaring at anyone who dares to defy him and make some inappropriate comment about you >:(

the teachers, except midnight, were a bit puzzled by his uncharacteristically (slightly) hostile behavior but didn’t bother to really dig deeper to the sudden change since they knew todoroki was overall a good kid

“shouldn’t we do something?” all might asked, gesturing to the scene behind him (+ the two-toned haired boys was in the midst of glaring daggers at the students who stared at your figure far too long while standing right in front of you to hide your body from their eyes)

“nah.” aizawa waved off, and zipped up his sleeping bag before laying down and drifting off into slumber

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I am too lazy to read through all those color things but I think you are very cool and we are pretty similar so 🤝 two peas in a pod

yes I think we're really similar also (but I have to admit hearing u say that makes my ego 📈📈 bcs I think you're really cool as well)

pretty colors for sweet people