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official kuroppiii letterboxd is live!

still working on logging all the movies i've watched as i carry them over from the shared account my friend and i have. but we're gettin there, we're gettin there.

perchance could i request kuroo & suna (separate) being jealous & the reader teasing them about it but also making it perfectly clear to everyone that they’re together/reassuring them 😋

  no doubt ᵕ̈        kuroo tetsurō x gn reader        + suna rintarō x gn reader ˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : showing them   ⋮⋮  they have no reason to get ⋮⋮ jealous , because they 're ⋮⋮  the only one for you <3

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ YES ANYTHING FOR YOU CHLO sorry it took a while love 🫶 no spoilers but lowk kuroo's can practically be a kuroo x bokuto 🫢 not reader being the other woman 😞 ”

︴kuroo tetsurō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

they’ve been hyping up this new arcade opening up in the city for weeks now. the new establishment sprouting up was the perfect activity to celebrate winter thawing out and transitioning into a much more tolerable and warm spring.

you can’t even count the amount of times kuroo’s been on the phone and you’ve heard his best friend bokuto on the other end of the line (he wasn’t even on speaker most of the time, but you could still make out their entire conversation) as they plotted a date and time to be one of the firsts to go see it.

you didn't mind though–kuroo's told you all about his long-time friend and although you've never met bokuto or their other friend akaashi since they go to a different school than nekoma, you can tell they're people kuroo cares about a lot. whenever he tells you about them, he holds them on such a high pedestal and you always find it so precious. anyone that makes your tetsu happy is a good person in your book, simple as that.

one afternoon when you and kuroo were hanging out at his house–you lying on top of him on the couch as both of you absentmindedly scrolled on your phones–a post about that very same arcade comes up on your feed. this was the first time you've actually seen anything about it, as opposed to just having to hear about it from your boyfriend and his best friend's phone conversations.

"wow tetsu, that arcade you and bokuto have been talking about looks really nice! their claw machines don't look crappy for once, the prizes are so cute!" you fawn, swiping through the different pictures of the post.

immediately, kuroo's voice perks up above your head, "you should come with us!"

you turn to look at him, resting your chin on his chest as his is tucked down to properly get a good look at you. his eyes are wide in excitement at the idea and it makes you chuckle, "no, it's alright tetsu. i don't want to intrude in on your guy time. i know you and kenma haven't seen those guys from fukurodani in a while."

"you wouldn't be intruding," kuroo softly insists as he drops his phone beside him on the couch so he could hug you closer to him with both arms.

"are you sure?"

"yes, i'm sure! i would love for you to meet them, and for them to meet you," despite his usual cool and collected expression, you could practically see sparkles twinkle in his eyes at the thought of the people dearest to him crossing paths for the first time.

you sighed, thinking it over for a moment. they were set on going that upcoming weekend, and if you had to be honest, you had nothing better to do. still grasping your phone, you lightly tap kuroo's nose with your pointer finger affectionately and he reacts by scrunching his face up briefly, "fine, but i want you to ask them right now and make sure it's okay with them."

"there's no reason for them not to be okay with it. they must be eager to meet you, actually. i talk about you to them a lot, yknow?" kuroo chuckles.

"i hope it's all good things," you snide.

you feel one of his hands wrapped around your torso start brushing a thumb back and forth at your side, "no, it's actually about how horrible you are and how you're keeping me captive in this relationship–"

kuroo's roar of a laugh graces your ears as you annoyedly try to push out of his grasp because of his sarcastic claim.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

that weekend you, kuroo, and kenma join the two fukurodani boys at the train station. everyone was bundled up as it was still a bit chilly in tokyo, and the subways were pretty packed as civilians tried their best to avoid walking in the cold as they went about their weekend plans.

the things kuroo has told you about bokuto and akaashi were true, as bokuto engulfed you in a big bear hug as soon as you approached them on the platform, "L/N! the one who stole our dear tetsu's heart! it's so nice to finally meet you!"

his voice was, in fact, as loud as you had heard it on the phone, "right akaashi?"

akaashi was also as calm as kuroo had described, reminding you a whole lot of kenma as he calmly spoke, "it's nice to meet you l/n."

as bokuto finally let you go, you peeked over his shoulder to see kuroo's fond smile as he stood beside kenma and watched you interact with his friends. you flashed him a smile, signaling a silent, 'your friends are so nice!'

the five of you were cramped like sardines on the train on the way to the arcade—you between kuroo and bokuto—as bokuto would show you pictures and funny online videos on his phone.

at first you were nervous, but soon you felt relieved because getting along with kuroo’s friends came much more naturally than you expected. bokuto was a funny guy, you realized. it wasn't hard at all for the ball of energy to get a laugh out of you.

at one point, though, you felt kuroo suddenly grasp a hand around your knee. but it felt sort of tense, not the usual light touch when he does it (because even if he would never openly admit it, he can be a clingy bastard).

your laughter dies down a bit as you look up at him, "everything good?"

he looks down at you and in that moment you can't quite place the look on his face. but he soon averts his focus to the train window behind where the five of you are seated, intently watching the neighborhoods of tokyo whip by, "yeah. yeah everything's good."

'weird. he's acting weird,' you think to yourself before bokuto's pulling on your arm to show you another video of an owl dressed in a shirt and tie, the small phone charms hanging off bokuto's phone case dangling about as the train continues speeding forward.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

the second you all make it to the arcade, the group gets lost in the flashing colors and erratic sounds trying to win your attention every corner you turn.

after the weird vibes you were getting from your boyfriend on the train, you decided to stick by his side as the boys played down the aisles of machines and games. (that is, except for when the four took up a dancing machine and versus-ed each other–which was hysterical for you to watch, by the way.)

at one point, the group had split off, and you found yourself with kuroo, watching kenma trying to beat the high core of one of the arcade's games. the second year was getting pretty close to achieving the feat when the two fukurodani boys suddenly round a corner coming your way.

"L/N! can you please film me absolutely demolishing akaashi in this game back over there?" bokuto shouts. by the time he reaches where you're standing, his phone is being waved in your face, "he thinks he can beat me, but he doesn't know i've been playing this one since i was a kid. he doesn't know the secret trick to win!"

you glance over to akaashi and he gives you an apologetic look. you smile reassuringly and say, "sure," as you gently take bokuto's phone so it's no longer in your face.

glancing back at kuroo, you call out, "i'll be right back, tetsu. don't lose kenma, now!"

expecting a laugh, or even just a chuckle, at your little quip like usual, all you're met with is a short grunt. you stay staring at your boyfriend as you start to trail behind bokuto and akaashi, because you start to feel a little twang of hurt in your chest. he doesn’t even look away from the screen of kenma's game as you leave.

as you do the job you were recruited for–holding bokuto’s phone up while him and akaashi argue seated in front of the large arcade game’s screen–you ruminate over what you could've done that day to warrant your boyfriend’s sudden attitude towards you. 

by the time akaashi wins the game, bokuto’s mood suddenly makes a 180 from what you had grown accustomed to since first meeting him at the train station that morning–his shoulders sulking down and borderline unconsolable. you awkwardly let your eyes wander around to the surrounding machines as akaashi tries to talk bokuto off the machine so some kids can have a turn at space invaders, when you spot a prize in a nearby claw machine you just knew had to come on the train ride back home with you.

without thinking, you run back to where you had left kuroo and kenma–who was surprisingly still at it racking up points on the same machine he was on before. you pull at kuroo’s arm, “tetsu, there’s a prize in one of the claw machines over there. can you pretty please win it for me?”

“i’m surprised you didn’t ask bokuto to do it,” kuroo mumbles in response.

bokuto? 

your brows knit together as you throw your boyfriend one of the most confused expressions you could muster–you even catch kenma glancing away from his game for a second to side-eye nekoma’s volleyball team captain.

but then the realization hits you. your boyfriend is jealous.

it all started to line up. you thought it was a good thing you were getting along with one of kuroo's closest friends so well. but getting caught up in how great he thinks his friend is, it seems like kuroo forgot that to you, he was still the one who will always make you laugh the most–the one you will always choose at the end of the day.

your jaw drops in real time as you connect the dots of the day’s events, and you can see the tips of kuroo’s ears start to redden.

“s-stop making that face at me,” he slightly stutters out, resulting in you just exaggerating your expression further to poke some fun at him. as you did so, the charms of bokuto’s phone jangle a bit in your hand, making you realize you had ran off without thinking of giving it back–and it gave you an idea.

if there’s one thing you like more than free claw machine prize from your boyfriend, it’s getting reactions out of him that usually he pulls out of you. so the opportunity to fluster him a bit was always an opportunity you were going to take up.

before he could protest, you take his arm and start pulling him to meet back up with the two fukurodani boys.

“y/n, what are you–?”

“bokuto!” the boy looks up from where he was sadly leaning up against a wall as you approached with his friend and his phone being extended toward him from your hand,  “could you take some pictures of me and tetsu so i can post them? you can send them to tetsu later. it’ll be quick, i promise!” 

“of course!" bokuto takes back his phone and affectionately slaps kuroo on the back, "i don't know why you don't post pictures of you guys more often anyway, dude!”

as you four make your way to the front of the arcade entrance for a small photo-op (picking up kenma on the way because he had successfully secured his high score on the game he was playing, almost double that of the previous leaderboard number one), kuroo whispers to you, “i can’t believe you sometimes, you know?”

you didn't have to be looking at him to hear the grin in his voice, though.

in front of the arcade, bokuto starts going full-on photographer mode as he snaps several couple photos of you and kuroo. (akaashi and kenma have to assist him at times because bokuto’s so into it that the pictures start getting blurry from how much he’s moving around, like how he’s seen professional photographers on the streets of tokyo take their photos.) (bokuto is not a professional photographer, by any means).

"woah! kuroo you look so good in this lighting bro!" the wanna-be photographer excitedly shouts out as he gets into another comically obscure pose to capture another photo.

you can’t keep in your laughter as your boyfriend lets out a huff, "thanks, man."

you plant a quick peck on kuroo’s cheek for a few pictures, and when you pull away you jokingly comment to him, “and here i thought i’d have to be the one worrying about bokuto stealing your affection away from me today.”

“you’re not funny,” he retorts flatly, still looking straight forward into the camera of his friend’s phone, but the shadow of a smile still noticeable on his lips as the arm he has around you tightens gingerly.

and when the five of you sat on the train on your way back from your day at the arcade, a sixth seat was taken up by a certain claw machine prize–it was yours, but least to say you weren't the one who won it.

︴suna rintarō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

a surprise greeted the inarizaki team's little lunch table today: the miya twins clutching two big bags in their arms, filled with food made by the younger in celebration of a recent match's victory.

you watched the admittedly endearing sight from where you and you boyfriend suna sat at the table, his arm draped around your waist keeping you close to his side.

osamu would retrieve one homemade onigiri after the other from the bags, reading the name of which the rice ball was to go to, then scanning around the table as the recipient reached out to eventually have their lunch handed over to them. the faces on each team member's face would light up as they found the onigiris in their hands.

"i wrote the names, everyone!" atsumu proudly flaunted as his brother gave out the food.

"yeah and i had to help ya spell half of 'em," osamu commented, compelling the blonde twin to land a hit on the other's side.

everyone snickered and your boyfriend quickly fumbled with his phone to switch over to the camera app one-handed and discreetly catch the moment that unfolded. in a split second, the altercation quickly evolved into a small tussle between the miya twins, which kita had to calmly put a stop to so osamu could continue handing out food.

one by one, the team members unwrapped their rewards and happily took their bites, followed by various "thank you osamu"'s and "osamu i can't believe how good you make these"'s and many other compliments of the sort. meanwhile, suna and you were in your own little world, where he was playing back what he just recorded and the two of you snickered to yourselves.

"suna?" osamu finally called out, snapping you both back to reality. his name was the last of the team members to be called. you felt your body involuntarily lean over the lunch table a bit as you tried to get a closer look at the rice ball as it went from osamu's to suna's hand.

you weren't part of the team, of course. but they were always welcoming enough to let you sit with them for lunch–you usually politely and quietly accompanying suna on the very edge of the table and enjoying the show of shenanigans the boys ended up getting themselves into from one day's lunch break to the next's.

you had no expectation to get an onigiri yourself, and so in your mind you were already plotting a way to get a share of your boyfriend's. suna knew you all too well that he already had a feeling of what you were going to try attempt.

with a dramatic and exaggerated sigh he turned to you, starting to unwrap the cling film of the taught ball, "here, since you're gonna do it anyway, you can take the first-"

"y/n!" you look up at the sound of osamu's voice to see a rice ball of your own being extended out to you, "ya usually eat with us, so i figured we can't have ya feelin' left out."

after a short moment of surprise–both you and suna stuck in a freeze-frame where he's in the middle of offering his lunch–you eventually reached over and took the onigiri from the grey-haired twin, "thank you so much osamu! you really didn't have to. wow, this looks great!"

"i don't remember writing that one!" you hear atsumu call over from his seat at the table.

"yeah dumbass, because i did," osamu replied, the very audible noise of him smacking the back of his brother's head following shortly after.

"don't call me a dumbass, dumbass!" atsumu shouted back, "c'mon, how are you gonna be more nice to y/n than your own brother?!"

you see suna make a quick side glance at the setter at the comment before leaning in to look at the rice ball in your hands. his gaze repeatedly shifts between yours and his own, still-half-opened onigiri.

"they look the same," he deadpans.

"huh?" you let out through a small chuckle.

"yours and mine, they're the same thing."

you raise an eyebrow at him, "... yes. that's true, rin. i'm pretty sure osamu made them all the same, actually."

you meant your statement to be a lighthearted joike but suna's face remains honed in on your food, as he takes a hold of your wrist and puts the written name tags of your onigiris next to each other, side by side, "yeah that's definitely osamu's handwriting. i guess it's better than atsumu's," he mumbles in some sort of deep thought, "not better than mine though."

still confused at your boyfriend's behaviour, you try to take your hand holding your onigiri away to start eating it, but the grasp his hand has on your wrist prevents you from doing so. you decided to throw him a compliment so he'd let go, "sure rin, i like your handwriting a lot! especially when you write little notes to me in class."

he hums at your attempt and finally lets go, so, after shooting him short questioning look, you start to look for where the wrapping of the onigiri osamu made you ends so you can open it up already. but your movements as you turn the rice ball in your fingertips play out slow, under the relentless gaze suna has on you–for some reason preferring to watch you open up your onigiri instead of finishing to unwrap his.

just as you find the end of the cling film and start pulling on it, suna suddenly speaks, "so you're just gonna eat that?"

you let your hands holding the rice ball fall into your lap, giving him a most genuinely puzzled expression as he's practically glaring at the bundle of inanimate prepared ingredients, "i mean, yeah i'm gonna eat it. it's... it's food?"

suna tilts his head to the side and turns away from you, facing the table with an uncharacteristic scoff, "ok fine.. eat it then, see if i care."

you're taken aback at his sudden attitude. what the hell did you do to make him act up like this?

but then, despite the loud chatter of the rest of his team sitting around the both of you, suna's voice is the only one that echoes in your head: "see if i care."

and it clicks.

ah, he's jealous, isn't he?

you can't stop the fit of laughter forming in your chest at the realization your boyfriend is getting worked up by such a small and definitely friendly gesture by his own best friend. it was adorable, really, seeing him get so possessive over something as simple as a rice ball for lunch.

you couldn't help the small mischievous inkling of a thought as it creeped into your mind. the urge to lightheartedly act on your boyfriend's jealousy to see his reaction was just too tempting!

so you pretend to struggle with unwrapping the rest of your onigiri. exaggerating a huff of your own, you lightly tug on suna's upper arm as he eats his rice ball,

"rin, i can't open it," you whine with a pout, subtly batting your eyelashes up at him as a smile threatens to creep onto your lips and give your little scheme away.

he side-eyes you at first, so you sulk in your seat even more as you tilt your head at him. and just like that, he caves.

he puts on a big act of rolling his eyes as he sets his food down onto the table before taking yours out of your hands. he "reluctantly" opens it, before holding it out toward you, "there, happy?"

but instead of taking the onigiri from his hands, you simply open your mouth at him.

it's suna's turn to give you a puzzled look. you couldn't stop the laugh to come out of you now as he tries jutting the rice ball toward you more, trying to get you to take it from his hand.

but your hand reaches up to tap his wrist, as you open your mouth again and voice a subtle "aaah".

it's then that he gets the gist. you're asking him to feed you.

he scoffs and starts to ramble on, "you're such a child, i can't believe i let myself be seen with you."

he says this as he starts to feed you your onigiri.

suna likes to act all cool and collected but something that's abundantly clear to you, is how eager he is for your attention more than anybody else's. you wonder if he's aware of that himself as he's looks at you with lips slightly parted, focusing on making sure he's not making a mess as he guides the rice ball to your lips to eat more of it. you know he's enjoying this more than you are, more than he probably wishes to let on.

you sit there eating your food with a little happy expression, smiling up at him–a wordless reminder that it's him and only him who makes you the happiest. you catch the faint smile he returns you as his fingers brush a grain of rice away from the corner of your lips.

"EW! you two go get a room!" you suddenly hear atsumu holler from his end of the table, causing everyone to look over at you and suna's little moment together.

"atsumu shut up," suna lazily throws back at atsumu, and you catch your boyfriend's eyes glance over at osamu who was now also looking over at the two of you. at that, suna's fingertips quickly nudge your chin so you'd open your mouth again for another bite of food.

you lightly laugh through a mouthful of onigiri and suna turns to glare at atsumu when the blonde twin shouts, "GROSS!"

did i use jannik sinner and andrey rublev as the contact photos for the miya twins in those forty, love fake texts?

maybe 💀

i miss him!!!

user struwberrii is always eating

where haikyuu!! guys like to kiss you ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪

here’s my cut little headcanons on where i think the haikyuu guys like to kiss you :3 (also idk if i have to clarify but this is all time skip)

characters: suna, iwaizumi, atsumu, semi, kuroo

suna

crook of your neck ♡

you were sitting in the passenger seat of sunas car while he drove you to your suprise date. r&b music played on his speaker while you looked out the window at the late night sky.

after a few minutes of driving, the two of you pulled into a grassy field that sat infront of a fenced off cliff, giving the two of you a perfect view of the city below you and the starry sky above you. he invited you to climb onto the hood of his car and watch the stars with him, the music playing loud enough for the two of you to hear from outside the car.

after a few minutes you felt a heavy arm wrap around your shoulder and pull you closer, your nose flooded by the smell of his cologne.

“how’d you get to be so pretty, huh?”

he brought his head down to your neck and gave you a light kiss while rubbing circles into your side with his fingers

“let’s stay like this for a little longer”

before you knew it, suna fell asleep, his warm breath tickling the crook of your neck, how peaceful ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

iwaizumi

top of your head

you were running around the city with iwa and decided to stop by a small arcade, since one of the crane games prizes caught you eye in the window of the building.

after 4 or 5 attempts and -$25 to your game card you decided to give up on winning the stuffed bunny.

“come on let’s just go”

you sighed in defeat as you made your way to the exit of the arcade

“hold on let me try”

iwa said swiping the game card. effortlessly he won you the stuffed bunny on his first try, leaving you shocked and a little embarrassed by your previous attempts. he bent down to grab the stuffed animal from the machine and handed it to you smiling.

“it kind of looks like you”

he said laughing a little before slinging an arm around your shoulder and leaving a peck on the top of your head.

“thank you iwa”

“no problem, love”

atsumu

on the lips <3

you sat courtside at your boyfriend, atsumus volleyball game. it was pretty close the entire time so you watched closely at the edge of your seat. well, you mainly watched atsumu though, the way he hit the ball so effortlessly was mesmerizing.

eventually, atsumu scored the final point for his team, securing the victory for the black jackals. he briefly celebrated with his team before looking over in your direction, blowing you a kiss before following his teammates to the locker rooms.

you gathered your belongings before making your way to the front of the stadium to wait for atsumu.

after a few minutes he found you, now he was wearing a nike tracksuit with his gym bag slung over his shoulder.

“hey doll, you looked real cute cheerin’ for me like that”

he smirked before tilting your chin up and pulling you in for a kiss

“you should show up more often, don’t think i’ve ever played that good before”

he said before pulling away and shooting you a sweet smile.

semi

on the cheek !!

you were backstage making a cup of tea for semi while you listened to him warm up. he had to be on stage in about 5 minutes so he was just killing time, playing short little songs on his guitar.

you handed him his cup of tea and sat next to him listening.

“you wanna know something? i wrote this song for you”

he said smiling at you as he took a sip of his tea. it was an older song he was playing, a song he wrote before the two of you even started dating. just thinking about the fact that he felt so passionately about you before you guys were even a couple left you a blushing mess.

“come on semi! we’re on!”

one of his bandmates shouted from the curtain, getting ready to go out.

semi jumped off the sofa and took one final look in the mirror behind him, adjusting his hair before making his way back over to you.

he grabs your chin and tilts your head up, giving you a light kiss on the cheek before pulling back and staring into your eyes for a second. ‘how’d i get so luck’ he thinks to himself

“how about one back, for good luck y’know?”

he says blushing while pointing to his cheek

you leaned in, kissing him like he asked for, accidentally leaving your lipgloss on his cheek. you giggled a bit and decided to let him go out on stage with the kiss on his cheek. it’s his good luck charm after all.

kuroo

your knuckles :o

kuroo loved to tease you, any chance he gets to leave you flustered he takes with a smirk on his face.

so when you were walking home from the store with him, he takes the opportunity.

“are you really gonna eat all those snacks by yourself? how about i help ya out?”

he said smirking and reaching for your bag. you swiftly swatted his hand away, but you ended up hitting him to hard. you sighed a bit before rubbing your hand to ease the stinging.

“woah, don’t hurt yourself now dear”

he said looking down at you laughing a bit. he grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips, planting a light kiss on your knuckles, laughing a little more at you.

“be more careful, ok?”

he says before swiftly snatching one of your snacks, you’re still too flustered to notice him munching on one of your pastry sticks.

video  calls  &  sick  days  ―  s. kiyoomi

tags   manager!reader,   gn!reader,   fluff,   sickfic,   post-timeskip

notes   wc is 1.5k,   thanks for 2 hunnid enjoy :p

over the few months you’ve been sakusa’s manager, you’ve ingrained daily video calls into your schedule. 

it wasn’t hard to tell that sakusa thought calls were inconvenient, to say the very least. the slight tick of his eye and the clench of his jaw were difficult to miss, even if he bit his tongue in the name of professionalism. you understood, really. no one would want to be disrupted early in the morning, especially when they’re someone who has a carefully crafted routine like sakusa — which is why you insisted on aligning these calls with his schedule, instead of deciding for him. it seemed to satisfy the spiker enough, seeing that he appeared much less tense almost immediately after. 

however, you’re starting to regret not bringing it upon yourself to dictate a time — especially when the back of your eyes are burning and it’s hard to breathe because it’s six in the morning and you’re sick.

“good morning, sakusa,” you groggily greet. you internally cringe at your voice, scratchy and making your throat hurt. you’ve opted to have your camera off just this once — you prefer to keep it on, as it makes these exchanges a little more humane, but you think your appearance is far too unfortunate for someone else to see right now. your hand runs through your hair, and you wince when your fingers get caught in a knot. 

sakusa’s camera is on, however, and the sound of pots clinking against one another fills the air around you. when he re-enters the frame, he’s focused on the meal he’s making, only mumbling a short greeting back. 

you take a swig of water and clear your throat, hoping that it helps with the ache, before beginning with sakusa’s schedule for today.

“let’s begin,” you start, “you’re free until 1 this afternoon, where you have a promotional shoot with hinata, bokuto, and miya. it should last until 3 or 4, depending on how long they take to prepare the four of you.” your words are curt and straightforward, and you hope that sakusa doesn’t notice. typically, you’d attempt small talk with him, but you’re currently trying to savor the last of your voice. 

“knowing miya, he’ll probably manage to drag it until 6 in the evening,” the spiker grumbles, and you can’t help the raspy (and tired) laugh that leaves you. a cough follows soon after, and if sakusa wasn’t able to tell that you were sick before, he definitely can now.

you watch as his eyes flit to his phone, a questioning look on his face. they roam around the screen for a moment, and you nervously wait for his reaction.

“are you sick?” sakusa bluntly asks. his eyebrows are furrowed, and he’s stopped stirring whatever he’s preparing on the stove. despite the fact he can’t even see you, you abashedly look away from your screen.

you’re tempted to deny it, but you know it’d be a futile attempt anyway. so, you relent, sighing out an affirmation. “yes, i am. i won’t be present at the shoot today, but you can expect the other three managers to be there. if you need anything, you can call me.” 

“no, i’ll be fine, but you shouldn’t be doing anything if you’re sick.” sakusa replies, turning away from his phone to move his food onto a plate. selfishly, you allow your eyes to rack down the wide expanse of his back, appreciating the way his compression shirt hugs his figure. it becomes clear that you were staring for too long, though, when sakusa turns back around, plate in hand and waiting for your response.

you have it in you to feel the slightest bit embarrassed, even if he can’t see you. 

“sorry,” you sheepishly murmur, “i can assure you that i’ll be okay, sakusa. i’ll be working from home today.”

“again,” he says, voice a tad harder than it was before, “you shouldn’t be doing anything if you’re sick. even if you’re working from home. is that everything i have on my schedule for today?” 

you’re not sure if sakusa’s being so insistent out of genuine worry for your health, or if he’s concerned that you’ll get him sick if you come to work in your state. “sakusa, i promise you that i’ll be okay in a day or two. and even then, i’ll make sure to wear a mask,” you say, assuming sakusa’s worried for his health. “moving on, though, i believe that’s all on your schedule for today. tomorrow you have your shoot with calvin klein, but i’ll remind you tomorrow morning. you have some pr, too. i believe a brand sent you pickled plums, which are your favorite, if i remember correctly?” 

you watch as sakusa shakes his head, sighing through his nose. “i’m not worried about me. i know that you wouldn’t get me sick. but if you keep on working instead of resting, you’re going to get worse, and you’ll be out for longer.” 

you’re beginning to become slightly irritated — a mix of tiredness, sickness, and sakusa’s nagging (even if it comes from a good place) beginning to annoy you. regardless, you try to pay no attention to it. once you’re done with this phone call, you’ll rest for another hour or two before doing whatever work you can from home. 

“i’m glad that you’re not worried about yourself, but as i said earlier, i’m sure i’ll be fine. i can take care of myself, sakusa,” you curtly reply, hoping that the spiker leaves the topic alone. 

thankfully, it seems like he does, because he relents and asks you to give him the pickled plums later on in the week. a few minutes later you’re greeting sakusa goodbye and hanging up, slouching into your mattress and performing a futile attempt at staving off the ache in your temples. 

you wake once again hours later to the incessant sound of your doorbell ringing. it’s certainly at least mid-morning, considering the way sunlight is filtering into your room, making your eyes ache. 

you stumble over to the door, paying no mind to your appearance and throwing the door open. to your surprise, sakusa is standing in your doorway, impatiently waiting for you to let him in, a plastic bag in hand.

“sakusa?” you gape. if you were being completely honest, he was the person you were least expecting to see right now — especially because you’re sick. he’s staring at you incredulously, like it’s not insane for him, out of all people, to willingly be around someone else while they’re ill. 

“you’re sick, right? i have soup and medicine,” he grumbles, “are you going to let me in or not?” 

you blink, before barely coming to your senses enough to open the door for him to step through. he does so immediately, taking long strides towards your dinner table to set the food down. then, he turns to you, and you have to resist the urge to curl into yourself. your head is pounding, you can hardly breathe through your nose, and you’re sure you look absolutely terrible right now. fuck professionalism, i guess, you sarcastically think. you’re not sure if you’ll ever allow yourself to live this moment down, even if you spend hours trying to forget about it.

“you didn’t…have to do this, sakusa,” you murmur, still somewhat in shock. and it seems that he’s just full of surprises today, because sakusa laughs, and you’re as surprised as you are annoyed because he’s laughing at you. 

“you’re my manager, i can’t have you dying on me,” he nonchalantly replies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “now get back to bed. i’ll prepare the soup for you and get you some medicine.” 

you’re tempted to cuss at him, but decide that your entire body is far too weak to stay standing anymore, so you listen and make your way towards your room. sakusa doesn’t take very long, coming back with the items he promised and a damp towel — where’d he even find that?

and you think you’ve never seen sakusa so gentle before, placing the towel onto your forehead and handing you the warm soup. you eat it all in one go, not having realized how hungry you truly are, and graciously take the medicine sakusa offers you once you’re done. 

“...thank you, sakusa, you didn’t have to do this,” you say, feeling rather guilty that he took it upon himself to take care of you. 

sakusa only scoffs in reply. “you basically decide my entire life. everything would be thrown off-course if you weren’t able to work for even a week.” 

his response makes you laugh weakly, and you promise him that you’ll be back and better soon. 

“i have to go now,” sakusa says, glancing at his phone. you nod, remembering about the photoshoot you reminded him of earlier. 

he awkwardly stands still, before his hand comes to rest on top of your head in a strange head-pat. sakusa’s face is slightly flushed pink, an obvious show that he’s flustered.

“feel better soon,” he mumbles, and you thank him with a smile.

(sakusa was ten minutes late to his photoshoot. when asked why by his teammates, they gave him teasing looks when he said he dropped a few items off by his sick manager’s house.)

(he thinks he may hate his team.)