The Bed Shifts, Rousing Hinata From Sleep.

The bed shifts, rousing Hinata from sleep.

He cracks his eyes open and sees your silhouette softly leaving the room; he waits for the light of the TV or your phone but the apartment remains swathed in darkness. The only sound is the quiet scrape of the balcony door.

Hinata slowly sits up, fear dewing down his back, as he starts to overthink. He silently slips out of bed.

Insecurities prickle his chest as he stealthily winds through the apartment to check on you but you're just sitting on the balcony. Your head's in your hands, back hunched and shoulders sagging with heavy breaths like you're on the verge of tears.

What aren't you telling him?

You don't pop up at the gentle call of your name, slowly sitting up straight as if you expected this.

Expected him to follow you.

"Is everything okay?" he tenderly asks, hesitant to take the seat next to you.

"I don't know, Shōyō. You tell me." You keep your gaze on the street below. He waits; both of you know that wasn't enough for him to reply so when you're ready you defensively ask "why don't you want me to come to the All-Star match?"

Hinata sucks in a tight breath that makes you seethe.

"Are you embarrassed by me?" Your hands curl into fists. "Ashamed of me?! Is that why you won't bring me home with you even though you've met all of my family?!" You glare up at him, angry with hurt and teary eyes. "What is the problem?!-"

"The problem is me!" Hinata's reply is sharp but he's not angry or defensive or aggressive.

He's vulnerable.

Expression scrunched and eyes shut tight he turns his face up to the night sky, his fists clenched now, and admits "I'm ashamed of my beginnings!"

Stillness ripples through you as your perspective of the past few months shifts.

Everything since his friend Kenma visited, all the tension and near-arguments at every mention of the All-Star match. You got along well with Kenma and thought his visit went well but when Hinata dismissed the idea of you going with him--an idea you didn't even come up with, their other friend Kuroo did--and kept dismissing it you didn't know what else to think.

That all melts away now.

"Shōyō..."

He's grimacing, trying not to cry. "I grew up in a small shabby house in the countryside. I had to ride my bike over a mountain every day to get to school and it wasn't even a fancy school like some of the others around--"

"Shōyō-"

"We had to watch out for wild boars it was so rural! And that's just the place itself! The All-Star match is going to be packed with all the hotshots that I competed against--"

"Shōyō!-"

"And they're all just tall monsters that everyone fawns over all the time no matter what and you're going to realize I don't measure up and one of them is going to steal your heart-"

"Shōyō!!" you growl and hop to your feet but he powers on.

"And you're going to leave me forever--"

You silence him with a firm kiss, cupping his cheeks and tilting his head with a hand on each side of his face so he can't escape. Your thumbs wipe the tears he unwillingly shed.

"Hinata Shōyō." Your voice is calm. Strong. "Literal sunshine light-of-my-life. Look at me."

When he doesn't comply you press another kiss to his lips. Softer this time, reassuring.

"Look at me. Please," you ask gently.

He cracks his eyes in defeat shedding more tears at the warmth in your eyes.

"You are the most wonderful person I have ever met."

-he hiccups a sob-

"Not a single person in the world could compare to you."

-his face crumples-

"Please don't be ashamed of your past...because it led you to me."

-and he's hit with a fresh wave of tears.

In a flash his arms are wrapped around you in a tight hug. You run your fingers through his fluffy hair as he leans into you to freely cry.

"I...I didn't realize that's what the problem was...And if you aren't ready to share that part of your life with me, then I'll respect it. But if it's only because you're afraid of my reaction, please don't keep it from me. I love you inside and out, through and through...Getting to see where you grew up and meeting all these formative people will only give me more of you to understand and love...just like when Kenma visited."

He squeezes you just a little tighter and whispers "the rest of them aren't like Kenma, though..."

You chuckle and reply "wow. Sucks to be them, I guess."

He laughs a little bit in your arms and pulls back to meet your gaze. "You really want to come?"

"Yeah," you admit. "I want to know all of you, Shō."

He sighs contentedly as you play with the hair at the back of his head. "Okay." He meets your eye with a fiery glint and slowly grins like the confident man he deserves to be.

"What?" you ask wryly, heart fluttering at the shift in his energy.

He grins the wide smile that makes your heart swell. "I just realized this means I'll get to show you off."

"Ohmygosh you just realized that?!"

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Fluffy sleepy prompts

A long long while ago I made some prompts for muses needing sleep, and now here I am making more sleep prompts but this time with some warm and fluffy vibes!! Feel free to edit how you see fit!

“Come snuggle with me!”

“I bought the biggest blanket I could find so now we don’t have to worry about stealing blankets from each other!”

“Geez you feel so cold. Let me warm you up.”

“Pillow fight!”

“It’s too early to get up. Let’s stay a little longer.”

“And just like that, when I’m all comfortable, my bladder makes its presence known.”

“You need a break from all that work. Come lay down.”

“You know you talk in your sleep?”

“No, stay where you are. I’ll bring you some coffee.”

“Don’t think I don’t notice you yawning. I think it’s time for some rest.”

“Hey, I get it. It takes me a while to fall asleep too.”

“You must have been tired. You fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.”

“Sweet dreams, love.”

“I’m so glad you’re back home. I missed having you next to me at night.”

“Do you think counting sheep together will help us fall asleep?”

“You always have the most peaceful look on your face when you sleep.”

“You fell asleep right on my shoulder. Haha, no, no don’t feel bad. I thought it was rather cute.”

“You looked too comfortable to wake up.”

“I’m so sleepy…”

“Babe… shh.. don’t worry about all of that. You need to rest.”

“Wanna hear about the weird dream I had last night?”

“Did you sleep well?”

Actions

[HAIR] - For sender to stroke receiver’s hair until they fall asleep

[SHOULDER] - For receiver to notice sender falling asleep on their shoulder

[WARM] - For sender to share warm milk with receiver before they go to bed

[CUDDLE] - For both muses to cuddle up next to each other in bed

[CARRY] - For sender to carry receiver to bed

[DESK] - For receiver to find sender asleep at their desk after working nonstop

[CONVERSATION] - for both muses to have a late night conversation as they lay next to each other

[HUM] - For sender to hum a calming tune while cuddled up next to receiver

[PILLOW FORT] - For both muses to get comfy in a pillow fort they built

[ACTION] + reverse for the roles to be reversed!

𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮. — hinata/gn!reader

✧ notes: fluff fluff FLUFF. best friends to lovers. mutual pining! hinata is very whipped. both are adults & implied drinking (nothing too detailed). sort of confession? yeah hinata has really been stretching it out for YEARS.

perhaps…perhaps hinata should've expected this.

hinata loves you. you in your loose-fitting blouse and all perched up in his couch, colors of your socks coincidentally matching with his, your candid lopsided smile and starry eyes that are somehow lustrous in this cold night. milky moon bathing you through his half open window. hinata loves you in your wine hues of your cheeks, you're slightly tipsy but sober enough that your words aren't slurred, yet. he thinks it's majestic how you tread your fingers through your hair and heave a sigh after a long road of exploring back to the years way behind, and you laugh in disbelief when you muttered. "has it really been that long?"

hinata believes it has been long, long since there lives a flourishing, aching sense that spreads wide in his chest, something he'd been accustomed to, but not actually fully accepted. not because he despises this growing feeling, but because there's never really a point for him to dive such unfamiliarty, something that's new and terrifying, because it has been long for the both of you to practically know each other, long enough that he can proudly say you've been a huge chunk in his life and him being a huge chunk in yours, long enough to be your best friend, an anchor and incomparable. there's no point in it, he thinks, to walk down a path with no undos and no map to guide on.

and, yet. "yeah, it has." he chuckles, soft and hushed and completely soaked in adoration. it's been too long since he sat down and brought himself to talk it out within, too long ever since you decided to go out of state and travel from one place to another, too long since he stands still and he watches your life play out as you move forward to a direction he feels he cannot live up to. too long since he've been like this, and somehow the familiarty of being your best friend is slowly gnawing him inside and out.

and now, your smile turns warm, hinata thinks you're glowing. your eyes drift to some faraway distance, head in the clouds, he permits the lull of silence in welcoming arms. the exhale that leaves his lips are out of dwelling. he grins as he hears you settle for an exhale as well, only that it's more of a long sigh that sounds slightly dramatic.

he turns to you, as he does so, he's speechless as he caught you pulling out a penchant underneath your clothing, he hadn't notice it since now, it glimmers against the pooling moonlight. it's a penchant he gave you before you depart, before he decided to bring out the words he wanted you to know but his hands got clammy and his throat choked the last courage he had mustered, so he just placed it in your palm and give it a squeeze, a small 'bye' that's withdrawn and pained, his robotic wave as you bid him farewell. 3 years, it's been 3 years, he reminisces. he never would've thought he'd see you wear it.

he stares as you twiddle it with your thumb and index finger. you began, "it's like bringing a part of you with me, you never actually left." you blink to look at him, and soon he finds no amount of words can ever fit to this…beauty, to you, to how he can see his reflection in your eyes, to how it's peppered in stardust, to how your lips lift to another smile, to how he's lovestruck and to how he is drunk-dazed the moment you open your mouth to utter the words:

"thank you, sho, you're truly something."

air is coughed out of his lungs. he breathes out, his expression crumbling into something more…aching, yearning.

oh, he's had enough of it.

and so he's here, the three words heavy on his lips from carrying the weight of his feelings, heavy from all the doubts and second guesses and taking one step forward and then stumbling two steps behind.

"i love you."

he says with desperation dripping ever so slowly, when he blinks and sees your face falling into one with pure shock, his hand is quick to slap to his lips. it flew like clockwork, natural but half-not. did he really just said that?

your smile is gone and you're wide-eyed. but he sits still, the world stills, he lets it, he lets the words sink in deep. another moment passes and he notice your eyes rapidly blinking, as if it's stinging. it soon follows a quiet sniff, gentle and continuous streams of tears, and a gasp as you mutter, "you…what?"

this time, it's a little more certain, rolling off his tongue with each syllables fitting into a serious glint as he reach for your hands, giving it a long squeeze. "i love you."

it did in a sense, you chuckle, gradually turning into a hearty laugh that reverberates from your chest. you stumble for a bit, finding it unreal, as if your brows creasing together and a slight shake of your head as if trying to wipe off a dream isn't any indication. "shoyo, i love you."

you squeeze his hand just as much. "took you long enough."

hinata never expects much. especially not from you, but maybe, he should've been more selfish. he brought your hands to his lips, greeting each knuckles with kisses, grazing over your fingers as he tenderly place it on his warm cheeks. he chuckles, entirely enamored. "thank you, for waiting for me."

for simple words, it can carry the weight of hinata's big heart. he can't recall how many times he said it that night, and he doesn't feel the need to. the spark is always bright in the way he giggles after whispering it in your ear, after carrying you to the bed and snuggling against you, body warmth so comforting as it lulls you both to sleep, the spark is there but its mellow and its gentle. and when dreamland comes to pick up the both of you, the last thing he sees is you and your cute smile, before closing his eyes, and letting himself selfishly wish that tomorrow, he wakes up with you on his side.

✧ notes: (i hate my writing here) anyways i wanna kiss hinata so bad heh. also can u tell i love writing fluff, and friends to lovers trope. i hope ur not tired already LMAO but i promise my next work will be a little different :] proceeds to be inactive for the next few weeks

✧ a little tag: @yuquinzel ♡

© kyoghurts ★ reblogs & likes are well appreciated!

Pairing: Yuji Itadori x Fem! Reader

Content Warning(s): Menstrual cycle, implied trauma, and a single instance of profanity.

Word Count: 1.8k

When Yuji roused, turning over onto his side to avoid the creeping beam of the morning sun and draping an arm around your waist, the last thing he expected was his fingertips to meet damp fabric.

With a furrow of his brow, he lazily cracks an eye open to peek at what could have possibly gotten onto the comforter—seeing as the two of you had all but blacked out after returning home from a grueling mission—and freezes once he registers a particular color.

His years as a sorcerer culminate in that moment, and his heart drops to his stomach at the red, red, red.

In a panic, he rips the sheets off to assess where the blood’s coming from. 

His mind races with memories of you from the night before—fogged with the remnants of sleep—and he can’t quite recall if you’d perhaps walked with a bit of a stagger or if your breathing had been ragged with something other than exhaustion.

However, his panic gradually washes away upon noticing the source of the blood from between your legs, inner thighs and sleepwear stained.

Oh, he thinks. You’re on your period.

As his breathing evens out from his momentary fright, he decides to gently shake you out of your slumber.

He reasons you probably wouldn’t like staining the sheets any further (and certainly not for his state of mind, wanting to make sure you wake up—irritable but alive).

“Babe,” he murmurs, gripping your shoulder. 

He tries to be gentle, he does, but the trembling of his hands results in his movements jostling you. You groan, shrugging off his touch, and he can’t help the way his shoulders sag in relief.

His arm settles back at his side as he props himself into a sitting position, savoring every rise and fall of your chest and the way you roll over—also avoiding the sunlight that’s now almost fully engulfed the room.

He stays for a bit, observing you, before ultimately stalling on waking you.

You’ll get up soon anyways, he concludes, and he’d deal with the sheets then.

Yuji presses a chaste kiss to the crown of your head—carefully, to avoid disturbing your rest—and slides out of bed to ready himself for the day.

As he raises his arms over his head, interlocking his fingers and stretching until he manages a satisfying pop of his lower back, he becomes acutely aware of the patch of fabric clinging to the skin of his knee.

He glances down and takes in the red stain on his sweats. 

With a nonchalant shrug, he strips himself of the garment and tosses it into the hamper where his—also blood-stained—uniform had been hurled the night before.

Opting for strolling around your shared apartment in only his shirt and boxers, he steals one final glance at your sleeping form and smiles softly, relieved for the (albeit terrifying) reminder of what’s closest to his heart.

By the time Yuji’s plating breakfast, crouching as he strategically aligns the contents—hoping to make it visually pleasing enough to coerce a smile from you—he hears footsteps quietly, almost hesitantly, pad against the floorboards.

His head whirls in your direction, a grin tugging at his lips uncontrollably.

Though his elation is quickly wiped once he takes in your sheepish form attempting to sneak towards the laundry room, comforter and bedsheets bunched in your arms.

“Hey,” he says sternly, quickly pacing towards you. 

Yuji blocks your path, arms crossed over his chest as he greets you with a frown, unimpressed, while you try—and fail—to hide the bedding behind your back.

“Hey yourself,” you retort, opting to play it cool.

Yuji fights the urge to instantly melt at your voice, hoarse from recently crawling out of bed, and instead extends his arms expectantly.

"Here,” he insists, “I’ve got it.”

You, however, stubbornly shift the linen back in front of you and move to step around your boyfriend. 

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just—”

Yuji cuts you off, taking the sheets from you before you can protest further—

“I said I’ve got it. Don’t worry about it, alright?” 

He’s gentle even as he speaks to you in that scolding tone he tends to only use when you’d exert yourself in training, or when you'd get sucked into a piece of media and begin to lose sleep for your binges. 

Truthfully, he’s never been able to be genuinely upset with you.

His eyes are soft around the edges as they roam over your expression—embarrassed, much to his surprise. 

After a final objection leaves your lips, a quiet grumble of “Yuji,” you cave to his offer. He smoothes his frown into a smile, one which you can feel as he leans in to press a kiss atop your forehead.

He pulls back, gazing into your eyes with an adoring gleam illuminating his own. 

“Just let me take care of things for you,” he says, bunching up the sheets and curling them under his left arm.

He makes his way to the laundry room, but you’re hot on his trail—hands still raised as though ready to take back the bedding at any given moment. 

There’s an anxious scrunch on your typically collected profile, encapsulating the image of a fretting mother-hen.

“Are you sure?” you ask, matching his strides.

He pauses, shooting you a confused glance. “Why wouldn’t I be?” he answers before returning his attention to the washing machine, flipping open the hatch.

Setting the fabrics inside, Yuji shuts the opening and begins to fiddle with the dial—cold water, soak. 

“I just—” you gesticulate, voice straining with your frustration— “I dunno.”

Yuji reaches up, hand clumsily searching the surface of the overhead shelf until his fingers bump against the familiar ridges of the peroxide bottle. 

“Doesn’t it gross you out?” You finally manage to formulate, and Yuji’s brows instantly furrow, lips jutting into a perplexed pout.

“Gross me out?” He swivels his head to you and meets your eyes—or, at least, tries to, seeing as you’re now adamant about avoiding his gaze.

“Babe,” he huffs, disbelieving. “Your period happens literally every month.”

“Well, yeah.” You drawl, barely audible at this point, as you shrink into yourself, crossing your arms over your chest. “But this is different.”

His confusion festers as he pours the peroxide into the steadily-filling washer. The white sheets warp and submerge in the bubbling concoction. “How’s it different?” He asks.

Leaning against the rickety washing machine, Yuji eyes you as you situate yourself beside him—seeking the comfort of his body warmth despite still, stubbornly, refusing his gaze.

“I don’t usually leak, for one.”

A snort escapes Yuji before he can think to stop it, lips curling in amusement. 

“If you’re worried about the stains, I’ve gotten blood out of fabric before, trust me.”

“It’s not that,” you sputter, confident in his ability to wash out the stubborn blot—especially with your shared profession.

Wrapping his right arm around your shoulder, he pulls you into him, closing the modest space you’d kept between your bodies. Immediately, you relax in his half-embrace. 

His voice is hushed, quietly contained as he whispers in your ear, “Then what’s bothering you, angel?”

You uncross your arms, leisurely returning Yuji’s side hug and cling to his waist. He allows you to lean your weight against him, easily supporting you with his back pressed against the machine.

“It’s not about bothering me,” you mumble. 

Despite Yuji’s reputation of being a bit slow when it comes to drawing conclusions, the implication of your words isn’t lost on him. “So, you think it bothers me?”

His answer comes in a meager shrug from you, and—finally—you lift your eyes to inspect his expression, a nervous crease between your brows. 

“I dunno,” you whisper, “does it?” 

Your timid words almost incite Yuji to roll his eyes. Instead, he settles for shaking his head with an exasperated sigh. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be the brains to my brawn?” he teases. Your palm smacks against his side in offense, arms still wrapped loosely around his torso. 

“That’s not an answer,” you retaliate.

Yuji’s thumb rubs languid circles into your shoulder, gentle touches complimented by his fleeting kiss against your temple.

“Of course it doesn’t bother me, it’s just a little blood. Nothin' I haven't seen.”

You open your mouth, likely to spit back another argument, but Yuji beats you to the punch—

“And don’t say it’s different ’cause it’s not.”

Emphasizing his point, Yuji engulfs you in his arms, transferring his bulk onto you as you stumble to the side. He squeezes you in his embrace, nuzzling his cheek against yours playfully.

“Y'know I love you, right?” he murmurs, pulling back only slightly, keeping close enough to Eskimo kiss.

A huff escapes your lips as you straighten out in his hold, managing stable footing. Yuji’s arms are draped around your midsection, but his hands begin to trace down your back, following the curves and dips of your spine. 

“And—” he begins, teasingly dragging his fingers over your tailbone— “that means I love every part of you, right?”

You keep quiet, settling for drinking in his smitten gaze, even if it’s sullied by his mischief. 

Yuji, however, doesn’t appreciate your silence. 

Detaching one of his hands from your back, he captures your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“I wanna hear you say it,” he urges, nudging your nose with his.

A smirk creeps onto your previously (faux) irritated expression, and you sigh—a drawn-out sigh, as though nothing in the world could be worse than that. 

“Right,” you snort.

Yuji grins impishly, brimming with light, and you feel even the subtle stings of your cramps ease with his radiance. “Alright, you’ve gotta repeat after me,” he tells you, and you nod, indulging his antics.

“I…” he begins, and you follow.

“I—”

“Love…” 

You smile, starting to get where he’s going with this. “Love,” you repeat.

“Your…”

Or, maybe not—you think, lips quirking in confusion.

“Your?”

Now, Yuji’s grin is wider than ever, tainted with everything other than the pure confession of infatuation you were expecting as he says “period blood” as though it were the most ordinary thing to admit.

You cringe.

Yet, laughter bubbles from your lips as you double over in his arms. Slapping his shoulder, you struggle to compose yourself from your shock.

“God, Yuji—” another fit of cackles interrupts you— “you’re so gross!”

Grossly obsessed with you, he wants to retort, but in the natural order of things, once you begin to laugh, Yuji follows shortly after.

He watches you through his chuckles, eyes crinkling with every sickening ounce of saccharine affection he oozes for you. 

For the scare you’d given him this morning, Yuji thinks your current bliss is apology enough.

“Made you laugh though, didn’t I?” he says, allowing you to use him for stability while you regain your breath. 

“Shut up,” you snap, “you’re just weird.” 

Even so, nothing could beat the smile you’re giving him at that moment, brightening the dim setting of the laundry room.

But between the rumbling of the washing machine and your mutual giggles, another sound breaks through the atmosphere—a low grumbling.

Your boyfriend, ever the theatrical one, slaps a hand to his forehead and gasps loudly. “Oh, shit, right!" 

With a sheepish smile, Yuji’s hand—already situated at your lower back—guides you out of the room as his other flicks off the light. 

“C’mon,” he ushers gently. “Food’s getting cold.”

© Jujuti, July 7, 2023, Red.

Hey hey hey babe ✨💗 I love your idea for the album release!! I just started listening and I am already crying when I hear Mine 😭💗💗

Can I please join with Speak now for Yuuji and me? My pronouns are she/they and I am fine with either 💗😘 Thank you so much!!

Hiii my sweet winter! thank you so much for sending one request in <3 hope you loved the album just as much as me!

Yuuji thought it'd be a good idea to take you for a ride to cheer you up. Summer is almost over and he knows you need a few more days to properly say goodbye: it's your thing. So he picks you up and then makes a quick stop at the local market to get some strawberries you can share on your way to the beach, except he forgets his phone in the car and your eyes land on the screen right as Megumi replies to a former text.

(me): I don't care if you think it makes no sense (me): now if you'll excuse me, I have to go pick her up (Gumi): ignore me all you want, this endless loop of playing pretend won't take you anywhere. (Gumi): tell her you like her and put an end to both your misery and mine. The rest of the ride is more or less silent on your side and when Yuuji finally stops the car, he asks if you're okay (you're quiet and most importantly haven't shared any strawberries yet). You huff, impatience eating you up inside, simply advising him to check his texts. When realization dawns on him, the small smile tugging at your lips is enough of a reason not to panic. And because Yuuji doesn't do anything the regular way, he smiles to himself as he unlocks his phone again to send you a very special text.

Speak now celebration