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— homemade haircuts.

⤷ in which things get warm and comfy, as you give sakusa a haircut.

word count: 1.1k words

note: sakusa brainrot coming through ;-; —fluff!

it's in an unusual mess.

you stare at the mop of hair in front of you and instinctively let your fingertips reach for it, lazily trying to fix what can be. sakusa leans into your touch, letting you do what you will with his curls.

"it's a mess," you whisper as your fingers trace through his hair, mindlessly brushing it with no other intent in mind.

he hums as he relaxes his chin on the countertop, "the barbershop i go to just closed down, don't know where else to go." you nod, you've heard about it when you passed by the shop the other day.

all too suddenly, an idea comes over you and a smile slips from your lips. as much as you love this rough and uncalculated side to him, something had to be done with his mess of curls.

"let me cut your hair then," you perk up as he considers your offer. and with his dubious look overshadowed by the excitement in your eyes, he sighs in defeat and lets you drag him to the bathroom.

"do you even know how to do this?" sakusa eyes you from the mirror as you wrap a towel around him. a small laugh escapes you and you shake your head.

"we'll just have to see..." you take out your scissors and dramatically snip at the air, "now sir, what kind of cut would you like today?" you chirp and start brushing his hair with a comb, evening out the curls.

he sighs from his seat, "just don't cut me," the words slipping from his mouth almost too sharply that you had to shoot him a glare. you animatedly reveal the scissors from behind his head, your hidden weapon. "please..." he mumbles, just to be safe.

you give him a playful grin and take a few strands of his outgrown hair, "okay, here we go..." and with that, sounds of clipping and cutting fill the room as strands of his black raven hair fall to the floor.

"i passed by the barbershop a few days ago." you pat his shoulder, sweeping hair from the towel. "to think they'd close after all these years..." you trail off, choosing to focus on the unruly curls that keep sticking out as if mocking you instead.

sakusa hums in agreement and his shoulders relax at your touch, "it's been open for a pretty long time."

he thinks back to the first time his father brought him to that little barbershop. when he first introduced little kiyoomi to mr. ishisda, the family's barber, and the only one who can handle their family's curls. since then that shop has been cutting his hair. you even got a chance to meet the famed barber after accompanying sakusa a few times for his monthly cut. even finding out the secret on how to deal with the sakusa family's curls—brush up from the bottom and slowly start snipping up with your scissors.

"well, mr. ishida is getting old." you point out as you attempt to imitate and follow the instructions from memory.

sakusa frowns and grumbles. the shop closing down was an oversight for him, he never thought they would close down this early on.

you continue to trim his raven hair, pausing a few times to look at your work from every angle. sakusa gazes at you through the mirror and every time your eyes meet, you give him a little smile, and his chest tingles like on cue.

the shop closing down was unfortunate, but maybe he can get used to this.

you work in silence as the crisp of the scissors cutting through his hair echoes around the bathroom walls. you brush his hair with familiar gentleness and every time you do, he tilts his head back ever so slightly, leaning deeper into your touch.

you gently take his chin and move his head around, checking for uncovered areas, and quickly get back to work. "how was practice today?" you ask disrupting the stillness of the scene.

sakusa hums, eyes closed, and lolls in the curious comfort he's feeling, "nothing much..." he replies absentmindedly.

you continue to stroke his hair, smoothing it out and making sure everything is even. "just wanted to come home to you as soon as i could," he whispers almost like in sleep, his words laced with a certain vulnerability.

a smile finds its way to your face and this ticklish warmth radiating from your chest fills you. you carry on with your work, letting the scissors snip and cut as they please.

in complete silence again, sakusa's eyes start to falter and his eyelids slowly shut, inviting him to slumber. your soft touch on his hair, the way you scratch his scalp ever so gently, and the crisp of the scissors cutting through his hair lull him to sleep.

the silence is comfortable, it isn't empty nor is it tense.

you come up in front of sakusa to make your final inspections on his newly cut hair and find his eyes shut, face relaxed and drifting through dreamland.

a small laugh escapes you and he wakes, "you can sleep omi, i'm sorry i woke you." you whisper, lovingly brushing his cheek with your thumb. he only shakes his head and pulls you in by your waist, nuzzling his head onto your belly. he breathes in your scent and basks in its essence.

"can you cut my hair from now on?" he asks, voice groggy and dazed. you comb through his hair, just the way he likes it, and smile.

"you haven't even seen what it looks like yet," you argue but he only shakes his head.

"doesn't matter."

"you sure about that?"

sakusa pauses for a moment before looking up at you and you give him a questioning pout. he then slowly peers behind you to get a glimpse of his haircut in the mirror. a quite exaggerated sigh of relief escapes him and you gasp, "i thought it wouldn't matter?!" you accuse but he only laughs.

he brings you in closer once more, sitting you on his lap, and buries himself in the crook of your neck. his curls tickle your cheek but you pay them no mind, you only cradle him back in further.

the two of you sit there in the silence, in its comfort, in its warmth.

suddenly, nothing else matters. cut hair on the ground can be swept later, worries of an unsightly hairstyle non-existent, apprehensions of homemade haircuts gone and forgotten.

he can get used to this, and never get tired of it.

after all this time, his heart still races yet soothes when you hold him. his skin tingles yet relaxes when you run your fingers through his hair. his mind fills with you with just the quiet sounds of your little laughs.

you—he’ll never get tired of you.

nothing else matters, because in his arms, and in yours, all is well.

p.s.: i wrote this on a whim pls excuse any grammatical errors ;-; and this is the first time i'm writing and putting out something like this (the way i first wrote this to be a drabble but got carried away eufiwsdsfe),, lemme know what u think!

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USHI GUSHY AND SUNARIN PLS IM KILIGING MY ASS OFF

im here to request again !! aahhmm can i request how will hq boys react if their s/o called them 'their husband' while ordering through a drive thru?? again i like to say i love your writing ❤️❤️

HAIKYUU BOYS REACTION WHEN YOU SUDDENLY CALL THEM YOUR HUSBAND

with: timeskip! suna, ushijima, oikawa, akaashi

notes: fluff! ❤️❤️ anon i love u so much!!!! also, i added a few other scenarios here but put the drive-thru one for suna~ ur prompts are so cute btw ;;

❊ SUNA scans the menu from your side of the window thinking of what to get. it's way past dinnertime and nothing about fast food in the middle of the night screams healthy but these spontaneous little drive-thru trips with you are just too precious to pass up.

a voice from the intercom suddenly shakes him from his thoughts, "welcome to wackdonald's, what can i get for ya?"

you turn the car radio down and move your head closer to the window, "um, i'll just get the fries and..." you trail off turning to your boyfriend, "rin what are you getting?"

suna squints at the menu again and hums, "just the cheeseburger and some coke." he says before slumping back down on his seat and busying himself with his phone. you glance at him and smirk, a silly little idea popping into your head.

you clear your throat making sure that he'll hear you, "uh-hu, and my husband will get the cheeseburger happy meal." and as you expected, his head shoots up from his phone in surprise. you choose to ignore him, suppressing your giggles, and continue to drive to collect and pay for your order.

you thank the crew with a smile as they give you the bag with your food and hand suna his happy meal, "what's wrong, rin?"

he looks away almost instantly and mumbles, "nothing." you bite your lip, his little frown and pout is making it impossible for you to keep your act up, "why'd ya get me a happy meal?" he asks.

you shrug as you drive off the restaurant, "just because..." finally you give in, letting a chuckle slip your lips, "...my husband deserves it." suna's head whips to you, and as soon as he sees that little smirk on your face he rolls his eyes, a flustered blush creeping on his cheeks.

❊ USHIJIMA takes a handful of onions from a stall and chirpily places it in your basket. he's lost in his own little world, inspecting vegetables and thinking of what to cook for you tonight. "look at this y/n," he reaches for a fresh cabbage and shows you, "it's newly harvested." your eyes dart from the cabbage and at your smiling boyfriend, your weekly rendezvous to the farmer's market never fails to put him in the best mood.

you take the cabbage from his hand and grin, "something with this for dinner later then?" he nods his head and continues his shopping.

you walk up to the lady minding the stall and pay for your goods and she gives you a big smile, "your husband sure knows his vegetables." she chuckles as she eyes ushijima, who suddenly finds himself listening in your little conversation.

a smile tugs at your lips, "ah, yes. my husband loves coming here." the words slip from your mouth and ring just right in your ear.

you thank the lady and get ready to leave when ushijima suddenly takes a set of carrots and puts them in your basket, "we'll also be taking these," he points to the carrots and passes the lady his payment.

"ooh, looks like dinner will be good!" the lady chirps as she returns his change.

ushijima nods, a pleased grin on his face, "yes, i will be making vegetable stir fry for my wife later."

❊ OIKAWA nervously clears his throat and fixes his hair for the hundredth time in the past hour. you suppress a small laugh and snake your hands up to his hair, fixing it yourself. "you'll do fine, tooru. don't worry."

he lets out an anxious sigh but grins at your touch, "well i am meeting the rest of your family for the first time today-"

"-y/n!" a kid calls for you, waving their little hands excitedly.

you shoot them a smile and wave back, "that's my nephew/niece," you tell oikawa and take his hand, leading him up the front door.

your nephew/niece stares up at your boyfriend with this little sparkle of wonder in their eyes as they gasp, "whoa!" they giddily look him up and down then shoot you a grin, "your husband is really tall!"

you snort out a laugh, "right? my husband's a volleyball player!" you beam.

your nephew/niece gasps again and you feel oikawa's shoulder tense up, "cool! can you teach me?" they ask him with anticipation and he gives them a big grin nodding his head, "of course!"

you couldn't help but smile and wonder why he was ever nervous about meeting your family when he's such a natural, "why don't we go inside? everyone's probably waiting." the kid nods and runs inside the house.

just as the two of you head inside, he pulls you in and whispers, "you didn't correct them..." he clears his throat, "about the husband thing..."

you tilt your head playfully, "hm? did you want me to?"

oikawa's features suddenly light up and his usual smirk finds its way back on his lips, "hmmm..." he trails off teasingly and confidently takes your hand in his, "nope, i'd rather you not."

❊ AKAASHI silently stands beside you with his hands clasped together behind his back, patiently waiting for you to finish your little conversation with an old friend.

"oh! i don't think we've met yet," your friend extends a hand to him and they shake, exchanging small smiles.

"oh! this is my..." you trail off, glancing at akaashi who wears his usual friendly grin. you bite your tongue, the urge to tease him just for fun crosses your mind. and without thinking much, you decide to do just that.

you carefully watch his expression before beaming, "...husband, keiji!"

there are two akaashi's you love: a smiling akaashi and a very very flustered akaashi.

and like on cue, his cheeks flush the deepest hue of red and you couldn't help but giggle, smitten like a kitten.

you exchange more small talk with your friend before you part ways. and when the both of you were far away enough, he pokes your arm and pouts, "what was that for?"

you hum in pretend thought, "i don't know..." you look up at him and flash him that smirk he can never resist, "just felt like it?"

he sighs running his fingers through his hair then adjusts his glasses, a lovable habit, "this is troublesome, y/n."

"hm?" you stop walking, confused by his sudden remark.

he turns to you, it was his turn to flash you a smirk, one he knows you can never resist, "i have to marry you now to keep up with your little act."

p.s.: aaaaa i love doing prompts sm,, so don't be shy send them in! also im so sorry these took so long uni is killing me ;;

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 Beauty and the Beast but set it in the Philippines during the japanese occupation and also they’re both women

KILIG KILIG KILIG MARRY ME ALR BEEFY ARM OSAMU 🦋🦋🦋

call it a freak occurrence, an alignment of planets, or even mercury in retrograde, but osamu has no freaking idea how he ended up here.

or more specifically, here in 2012.

less than a minute ago, he was in his bed, ready to go to sleep next to you and all that, and now, well now, he’s definitely not where he’s supposed to be.

by the looks of it, or from what he can remember, he stands in front of the old inarizaki high school building, just a few steps away from the entrance gate.

how long has it been since he's last been here? maybe 5 or 6 years? he's lost count, or more accurately, he can't really remember.

osamu's confused. he's definitely dreaming, that's for sure. he can't remember getting out of bed or making plans of coming here, and even if he did, he would never come back here without you.

he shakes his head, "this is a weird dream."

osamu opts to look around the place, nothing much to do since it looks as deserted as it feels, but he takes one step too far to the right, and something crashes into him.

“sorry! i didn’t see where i was — samu?”

and it’s you — but then again it's not you. because the 'you' he knows is older, just as old as he is, a bit taller than the one standing in front of him, and definitely wouldn’t be here right now — it’s younger you.

“how’d you get here so fast?" you ask him, eyebrows knitting together as you take a step closer, "and what happened to your clothes?”

osamu swallows, unsure of what to say, of what to do, so he takes a step back, distancing himself away from your questioning tone.

you narrow your eyes, “what happened to you?”

he shakes his head again, “i’m not—"

“quit running from me!” an all too familiar voice interrupts him, yours and his attention coming to the source of the sound, and his eyes widen as much as yours does.

it's him — osamu miya, 17, ashy grey hair, in his inarizaki uniform, chasing his breath as his running comes to an abrupt stop in front of you — its younger him.

osamu's taller than his younger self, a whole lot taller that it makes a striking difference, his once grey hair now a stark black as he's let it grow out over time, and instead of an old uniform, he wears an onigiri miya shirt with a pair of black trousers.

he looks like himself but then again he doesn't.

“what the hell." you say aloud, being the first to speak after a very long minute.

younger osamu takes a step closer to you, eyeing the stranger in front of him with a glance that's almost threatening to be a glare, "who's the scrub?"

"he's..." you don't know what to say, "i don't know."

osamu, the original one as he likes to name himself, feels very much like the villain here, and to that, he scoffs.

how is he the villain here?

yeah, he gets how a grown man approaching a bunch of kids in a school campus is sketchy, but hey! he didn't ask to be here. he doesn't even know why he's here. heck, how can he even be sketchy one of the kids in question is literally a younger version of himself?

osamu takes a deep breath, already peeved and ready for this dream to be over, but no matter how much he tries to pinch or will himself awake, it seems like he's stuck here for the time being.

so he looks at you, you and your confused look matched with his younger self's unrelenting glare, and he takes the time to explain what he thinks might be going on here.

( the only sane conclusion, omitting the fact that he's probably just dreaming all of this, time travel! )

“i don’t trust him.” his younger version tells you, although by the way he keeps his annoying gaze on him, osamu has a feeling that he wanted him to hear it as well.

you pull on younger osamu's arm, “i kinda do.”

and he turns to you, “he’s a stranger!”

“technically, i'm you.” osamu interrupts, shrugging, and this earns him another glare from the younger version of him.

he rolls his eyes, “alright, where's tsumu? i'm gonna kill him for pulling such a stupid prank.”

“tsumu should be in the gym with kita right now.” osamu looks back to the campus, then he turns his head to look at you, and then back to his younger self.

he finishes, "he stayed behind on purpose."

“yeah...” there's a slight dash of pink on his younger version's ears, “how'd ya know that?”

and osamu grins, thought it’s too small to actually tell, “i remember today.”

that's why this place feels so familiar.

it isn't just the place or the weather. it’s this specific day.

he remembers asking atsumu to stay behind so he can walk with you alone, he remembers making jokes and chasing each other around the empty streets, and he remembers how it felt to kiss you before running home.

he remembers today.

osamu looks at you, “i kissed ya for the first time here.”

he says it so casually, like he's kissed you a hundred times over to even be ashamed or embarrassed about it.

you snap your head to the boy next to you, “you were gonna kiss me!”

and he yells, defensive, “what — no!”

osamu turns to you, now an amused smile on his face, “and you punched me in the gut.”

“you punched me after i kissed you?!”

“must be because you were so bad at it!”

it goes on like this for another second or two, just two flushed and flustered kids bickering and yelling, and osamu almost feels too old to be involved in it.

you look at him again, “so — uhm — if there’s a samu in the future, is there a me?”

and for the first time today, osamu smiles, one that you easily recognize, “there is.”

“do we stay friends?” this time it's the younger version of him who asks this, standing next to you tightly as if he's almost embarrassed to ask the question.

osamu takes a second to pause, “no.”

the minute feels longer again.

osamu's stirring awake, he knows this because he feels it, something like a yawn coming up in the back of his throat or a hug coming around his chest to pull him away from his sleep.

he's waking up soon, but this — the school, the memory, you and the younger version of him — it still feels way too real and vivid.

“i have to go.” he tells you specifically.

and all you do is nod, unsure of what to say.

“don’t screw things up.” he looks directly at his younger self this time, “if i wake up, and i'm not married anymore, i'm gonna come back just to kill ya.”

he takes one last look at you standing next to younger him, both a bit flushed after you both seemed to have spotted the gold band he wears on his ring finger.

and he blinks, and he's gone — just as fast as he got there, he's back to where he started.

cold comforters, sunlight peeking through his hooded eyes, and the gentle stroking of fingers tangled in his messy morning hair.

he opens his eyes to the bright sun, a cluttered apartment bedroom with socks and shirts on the floor, college books stacked on a study table, and an apron dangling on one of the door hooks.

2018.

he turns to his side, finally seeing you after a cruel amount of time, and the first thing he does is pull you into a quick kiss.

“hello.” you smile, pulling away from him, “you were talking in your sleep.”

osamu stirs, disturbing the heavy comforter as he does, and he yawns before blinking away the last of his drowsiness.

“i say anything interesting?” he looks at you, turning on the cold pillows.

you nod, laughing lightly, “i punched you in the gut apparently.”

he quirks a brow, “oh, is that why my stomach hurts?”

and you smile, “ah well you know me, i've got a strong punch.”

for a second, his hand greets yours, him gently lifting up your fingers to see the matching ring he has with you, and he smiles timidly once he sees it there.

“something wrong?” you ask, and osamu pulls your hand closer to his face to kiss on the back of your fingers.

and all he tells you is, with a gentle smile on his face, “i'm just checking.”

LMAOOOO MINE IS AN EDIT WITH ME AND KUROO (god i love that man) BUT IM NOT DOING A FACE REVEAL LMAOOO

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