I Think It's Interesting That Iwaizumi And Ushjima's Stats Are Equal. Iwaizumi Is Honestly Underrated,

i think it's interesting that iwaizumi and ushjima's stats are equal. iwaizumi is honestly underrated, yes his skills might be acknowledged by some but imagine if seijoh actually went to the nationals? iwaizumi would be so exposed and will get to shine on his own instead of being overshadowed by oikawa, he'll be more than just being called as oikawa's best friend. hell he might even be part of the top aces in the country. i also find it funny that ushijima said aoba johsai is weak other than oikawa when iwaizumi is literally on par with him ksksks.

okay soooo i won’t be active today bc i got fully vaxed yesterday and now i feel like shit AHAHAHA

im hashtag freezing and hashtag crying and hashtag cold. i’ll see you guys tomorrow

The Day We Met

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Warnings: Very Minor Injuries!

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“Kuroo! How do you meet women?” Yamamto demanded plaintively, his face planted on the table that was finally starting to empty of food.

The former Nekoma team had decided on a reunion and as Kuroo’s significant other, you’d been invited to come along. You’d met most of the team before and got along well with Kenma who’d you been quietly chatting to about his latest streaming project on Twitch. The question however had caught your attention and you couldn’t help the amused smirk that lifted your lips.

Kenma, who’d also heard the question, quietly snickered into his drink, the gesture earning Yamamoto’s ire as he told the former setter petulantly, “It’s not funny. Kuroo is one of the only ones here with a happy healthy relationship. I just want a girlfriend too! One as nice and pretty as Kuroo’s!”

“Well I don’t recommend you do it the way he did,” you interjected wryly, your words immediately making Kuroo, who’d been looking rather smug, deflate.

“Aw come on kitten!” Kuroo protested, “It wasn’t that bad!”

“It really was,” you countered, “I thought I’d never recover.”

“What happened?” Yaku asked curiously, leaning over, clearly invested in the conversation.

“Yeah I don’t know either!” Inoka interjected, and you noted that you suddenly had everyone’s fervent attention as Kenma snickered away beside you, deeply amused.

“I think that should stay between us,” Kuroo pouted, “The rest of you yahoos don’t need to know the details of my relationship with kitten.”

“Kenma clearly knows,” Kai pointed out reasonably, earning a betrayed look from your boyfriend. You’d learned that when things like this happened Kai usually stepped in to be the voice of reason, but apparently even he was curious.

“Tell us!” Lev demanded eagerly, practically bouncing in his seat, eyes shining like a toddler about to get story time.

You didn’t mind telling the story, but you wouldn’t actually do it if it genuinely upset your boyfriend no matter what the rest of them said. You glanced over at him, and he sighed, looping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side as he conceded, “Fine tell them, just don’t expect me to have any dignity left by the time you’re done. I was the captain you know, these guys were supposed to respect me, and look at what it’s come to.”

“There, there,” Yaku consoled, completely insincere as he patted your boyfriend on the shoulder, “We never thought you had any dignity anyway, so there’s none left to lose.”

Kuroo huffed, clearly ready to start up a playful argument with Yaku, one that would likely completely derail things if the sly former captain got his way. Unfortunately for him, you were invested now, and interjected before he could speak up, “Okay so the day we met…”

You glanced up at the building in front of you, double checking your phone to ensure you had the right place, and quietly nodding to yourself when you saw you did. The Headquarters of the Japanese Volleyball Association was a lot fancier than you would’ve suspected, but thankfully you’d come prepared.

The company you worked for had recently decided to do some kind of sponsorship for children’s volleyball in an effort to seem more charitable and had chosen you to be their representative. You’d been a little shocked to be chosen, but you also knew you were up for a potential promotion if this went well, so you were ready to give it your all despite how much you may or may not have actually known about volleyball.

In order to make the best impression you’d dressed to impress in a neat pencil skirt, silk blouse and designer suit jacket you’d had custom tailored. You were even wearing sheer black stockings and a garter belt, along with professional high heeled shoes that gave you confidence, mostly because they made a fantastic sound when you walked. They were probably going to give you blisters later, but for now you looked professional, put together, and every inch the perfect representative. You even had your favorite hot drink in one hand and a briefcase in the other, as you strolled into the building with your head held high.

The secretary at the front desk had been very helpful, directing you where to go. You were fifteen minutes early, as you’d been determined to be punctual. Thus you took your time as you made your way to your destination. You ambled slowly down the halls, careful not to overbalance in your heels, casually sipping your drink.

This turned out to be your mistake, as you went to calmly walk past a rather tall man with dark hair. You’d been a bit distracted by said hair, which was the wildest you’d ever seen, and wondering how he got away with it in the work place, and unfortunately didn’t notice the way he seemed to be talking with his hands, gesturing wildly to the person next to him as he jabbered away.

Just as you were about to pass him, taking a nice sip of your drink, one of those hands flew out as he threw his arms out to the sides, and smacked right into the bottom of your cup. It jolted in your hands smashing harshly against your face, and forcing you to drop it as you let out a yelp of surprise and pain.

Your lovely drink spilled all down your front, which would’ve been devastating enough on its own, except you didn’t even notice, too busy clutching at your face, more specifically at your mouth. You could taste blood as you gently probed your throbbing lip with your tongue, and you turned slowly to look at the man who’d essentially just smacked you in the face.

He was staring at you with wide, horrified eyes, and you noticed for the first time that he was actually rather attractive under the wild mop of hair, with sharp, hazel catlike eyes, a thin bladed nose, and lips that looked like they could twitch upwards into a cocky smirk at a second’s notice. He had a strong jaw and broad shoulders, though it was hard to tell what kind of build he had given the ill fit of his suit.

“I’m so sorry,” he blurted, clearly mortified as he frantically looked around and demanded, “Napkins or paper towels? Something? Anything?”

One of his coworkers rushed forward with a fist full of paper towels and handed them over. You fully expected him to hand them over to you, and so reached a hand out, to accept them only for you to knock his hand, which had been reaching to dab at your jacket lapel near your neck, downward.

You stared blankly at the hand that had come to rest firmly over your breast, smashed up against it, before slowly lifting your gaze up to the idiot who was groping you. You very much considered slapping him, but considering the utter horror and mortification on his face as he stood frozen like a statue, you instead tried to take a step backwards, knocking his hand away from you in the process.

He immediately bowed so low you were almost afraid he was going to kowtow, babbling out a string of apologies, while his coworkers all looked on, clearly vastly entertained by the drama unfolding in front of them.

You were supposed to be working with this particular association for at least three months, and even up to a year. This was the absolute last impression you’d wanted to make on them, but as it was you were mortified and had no idea where to go from here. You glanced around hoping someone might come to your rescue, but it seemed you were on your own.

“It’s fine,” you managed to grit out, forcing your mortification, and frustration down, and doing your absolute best not to snap at him, “If you could just direct me to the ladies room? I’d like to get cleaned up without an audience.”

“Of course,” he assured you immediately, straightening back up, and shooting a look at his watching coworkers a look that sent them scurrying back to work. It surprised you a bit, but you weren’t willing to think too deeply on it, especially since you had less than five minutes now to get to your meeting if you were going to make it on time.

Thankfully you made it to the restroom without incident, and managed to send your accidental assailant away with one last apology and the promise that he would pay for your dry cleaning. You grimaced at yourself in the mirror as you did your best to salvage your suit and blouse, trying not to think about how they were likely damaged beyond repair.

Frustrated and humiliated tears burned at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Bad enough that you would be going to meet your new temporary boss looking like a slob, with the beginnings of a fat lip from where your coffee cup had collided with your mouth. It wouldn’t do to have your make-up running down your face on top of it all.

Heaving a shuddering breath, and assuring yourself that it was all going to work out fine. You carefully reapplied your lip gloss that you’d thankfully had on you, hoping to disguise your swollen lip, and walked out of the bathroom with your head held high. Unfortunately, the universe apparently had it out for you, because part way there one of your heels caught and snapped, sending you tumbling to the floor.

You stared at your shoe for several seconds in pure disbelief, wondering what you’d done in your past life to deserve such terrible luck, and if this job was somehow cursed. A part of you desperately wanted to pull your shoes off and escape out the door with what little remained of your dignity. Unfortunately you couldn’t do that, your boss at work would be furious if you bailed even given the circumstances. Thus you’d pulled yourself carefully to your feet, doing your best to ignore the stares of the workers, none of whom even had the courtesy to try to help you, and limped toward your meeting.

“And that’s how I ended up in front of the head of the Japanese Volleyball Association, covered in my spilled drink, hair and face a mess, with a fat lip, broken heel, and sprained ankle,” you told the intently listening audience with a smile.

That day had been one of the worst you’d had, but these days you could look back on it and laugh at yourself. You must’ve made a pretty pathetic sight back then, because the kindly old gentleman had practically doted on you, fussing like you were his favorite grandchild.

“You know I think he was impressed with your determination,” Kuroo told you with an affectionate smile, “I know I was.”

“Dude!” Yamamoto exclaimed his face completely and utterly horrified, “How the heck did you end up together after he did all that to you? I would’ve decked him, not agreed to date him!”

“It wasn’t on purpose!” your boyfriend protested, beleaguered, “And I apologized for it, repeatedly!”

“I was already concerned when I knew you were dating Kuroo,” Yaku told you, patting your hand sympathetically, “But you need to raise your standards. You’re a lovely person and you deserve so much better.”

“Hey!” Kuroo interjected indignantly, as Kenma snickered, the quiet CEO apparently having the time of his life.

“I’d date you,” Lev assured you innocently, “And I have lots of model friends I could introduce you to.” “No way!” your poor boyfriend objected, tugging you so you were sitting in his lap and cuddling you close, tucking his chin over your shoulder and glaring at the rest of the table, “Kitten is mine! The rest of you back off and find your own girlfriends!”

“I have to ask,” Kai interjected, before anyone could tease Kuroo anymore, “After all of that, why did you agree to go out with Kuroo?”

“Well you see…”

After the kind head of the association had fussed over you for a bit you were feeling much better than you had before, and mostly ready to continue on with the project. You’d had to assure him several times that you were alright, and that no, you didn’t need someone else to take the assignment, as you were sure you could handle it.

You’d been mostly confident until the person you were supposed to be working with strolled in through the door. The hair was distinctive unfortunately, and even if it wasn’t the look of horrified recognition on his face definitely would’ve clued you in as you stood face to face with your accidental assailant once again.

“I see you’ve met one another,” the kindly old man noted, glancing back and forth between the two of you, eyebrows raised in question, “I take it that, this is the cause of your accidental drink mishap then?”

“Yes sir,” you agreed figuring there was no point in lying, though you didn’t want to seem like a snitch to the man you were going to be working with either so hurriedly consoled, “But like I said he did apologize and offer to pay my dry-cleaning bill.”

“Mm-hmm,” the old man acknowledged, nodding to himself as he eyed the man who was shifting guiltily in place, looking completely and utterly mortified, “Well, it doesn’t sound like you’ve been properly introduced, so allow me to do the honors, this is Kuroo, Tetsurou, he’s one of our best and the one most qualified as he’s very familiar with the different children’s programs around Japan.”

He then introduced you as your companies’ representative and could almost see the tall man wishing the ground would open up and swallow him whole. Despite your earlier feelings of resentment for his careless actions and not paying attention to his surroundings, you were honestly starting to feel a bit bad for him.

“I’d hoped the two of you would work well together,” the old man told you, steepling his fingers together thoughtfully, “But if you don’t feel like you can work with him, given your rather inauspicious beginnings we can of course assign someone else.”

You thought you saw the man, Kuroo, wince slightly out of the corner of your eye, but when you turned to look at him fully he’d managed to compose his face into a stoic mask. Both he and the director were looking at you, clearly leaving things in your hands.

“I think,” you said slowly, turning the thought over in your mind, “That it doesn’t really matter what my personal feelings might be. Perhaps it’s conceited of me, but I like to think I’m professional enough to work with anyone. What’s really important is doing the thing that will be most beneficial for the children with the sponsorship, so if you think working with him is the way to do it director then I’ll trust your judgment.”

“Ahh, it seems we’ve been truly blessed this time,” the kindly old man told you, nodding sagely and making you feel like you’d somehow passed some sort of test, “I’m very grateful for your consideration, and I’m sure Kuroo-san is as well.”

After that the three of you spent a bit talking over what kinds of things would be expected of you while you liaised between your company and the Volleyball Association. You and Kuroo would indeed be working very closely together, and you sent up a quiet prayer, hoping fervently that you hadn’t made a mistake in agreeing to continue working with him.

Luckily after the meeting you were done for the day, which meant you could go home and get out of your sticky clothing and maybe elevate and ice your poor ankle. However, fate was apparently not on your side as you were stopped in the hall by Kuroo.

“I really am sorry,” he told you, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly and making his already messy hair even worse.

“So you’ve said,” you told him wryly, close to the end of your rope, and more than ready to be done for the day.

“Let me make it up to you?” he asked hopefully as you began to walk gingerly down the hallway trying not to limp and to not do anything that might make your ankle worse at the same time, unwilling to show weakness.

“You already agreed to get my dry cleaning, didn’t you?” you pointed out, trying not to grimace at the throbbing, “That’s more than enough, it was an accident after all.”

“It just doesn’t feel right, especially since we’re going to be coworkers from now on. I could treat you to lunch,” he told you, hopefully, “O-or just coffee, since I spilled yours.”

You’d been about to decline, but looking at his face you could tell he truly meant it, and you did want to start out your relationship as coworkers on the right foot. Putting aside your own grievances you did feel pretty bad for him. He wasn’t exactly having the best day either.

“Alright,” you caved in with a hesitant nod, “coffee sounds good.”

You had to pause in your story because Yaku was cackling too hard to continue, pounding the table with his fist as he howled with laughter, and he wasn’t the only one, though Yamamoto was staring at Kuroo in flagrant disbelief.

“Yeah, yeah laugh it up,” Kuroo sneered from over your head, though you could tell he was a little amused too. It was one of the best things about your boyfriend, he’d always been laidback and good humored for the most part more than able to take a joke.

“I don’t get what’s so funny,” you admitted, a little baffled but amused nonetheless.

“It’s because you decided to go out with him out of pity,” Kenma informed you kindly, though there was an amused smirk on his face.

“So, basically in order to get a girlfriend I just need to make her feel bad for me?” Yamamoto asked, stunned and looking like he might’ve just discovered the key to the universe, something you wanted to nip in the bud right away even if it was a little amusing.

“No, not at all,” you assured him with a grin, pressing an affectionate kiss to the cheek to help placate your grumbling boyfriend, “That’s not the reason I decided to go out with him, and I’m not sure that even counts as our first date, not really.”

“What really?” the question was surprisingly not from Yamamoto but from your boyfriend, who sounded just as startled as everyone else looked.

“Yes really,” you scolded him lightly, “Just who do you take me for?”

“Then why…?” Yamamoto asked puzzled, making you grin at him.

“Let me tell you…”

“Great,” Kuroo agreed, clearly pleased you’d agreed, “Any place in particular you’d like to go?”

You named one of your favorite coffee shops, that sold your favorite drinks and had some nice treats to munch on. You figured if he was paying you might as well let him pay. Kuroo nodded and pulled out his phone, doing a quick search.

“Hey, it’s only a five-minute walk from here,” he told you, “Want to head on over?”

“Now?” you asked, taken aback.

“Well sure,” he told you with a slight frown, obviously puzzled though he did hastily reassure you, “Only if you’re free though!”

“Kuroo-san I’d really like to get home and get cleaned up,” you informed him dryly, gesturing to your front as you explained, “I don’t particularly care to parade around in public like this.”

“I am an idiot,” he informed you with a quiet groan of dismay, “I’m sorry. I promise I’m not normally like this.”

“It’s fine,” you assured him, waving him off, glad he wasn’t making too big a deal out of your refusal.

“It’s really not, and wearing that can’t be comfortable at all, here,” he told you, shrugging off his jacket, “This should be big enough to help cover up some of the mess until you can get home.”

You blinked, taken aback by the consideration and accepting the jacket automatically. It had been hidden before, but looking at him now, in just the nice fitted button-up and tie you could see he was rather fit. He had broad shoulders and a trim waist, with strong looking biceps and forearms.

Hesitantly you shrugged his jacket on over your own, noting that it did cover everything quite nicely, even if it was big on you, it wasn’t so bad you’d be getting sideways looks in the street. You also noted that it smelled really nice, like oranges, sage, amber and something inherently masculine and pleasing.

“Thank you,” you told him, the last little bit of your ire with him melting away in the face of his kindness as you gave him a sincere smile, “I really appreciate this.”

“My pleasure,” he told you his lips turning up in a small smile, “The least I can do really.”

“Still thank you,” you told him genuinely.

“Sure, sure,” he agreed, the small smile melting into something like a smirk, one that you found surprisingly appealing, “I’ll walk you to the door?”

“Alright,” you agreed without thinking, turning to walk toward the elevator with him, completely forgetting about your ankle until you put weight on it. You hissed automatically, grabbing at the wall to keep your balance, which of course your new work mate couldn’t help but notice.

“Are you alright?” Kuroo asked, looking a cross between alarmed and concerned, his hands reached out as if he’d tried to catch you and now hovering in the space between you, unsure whether to touch you or not.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, doing your best to give him a reassuring smile, “I just twisted my ankle a little when my heel broke and I fell.”

“Your heel broke?” he repeated glancing downwards to see that one of your shoes was in fact missing a heel, and noting, “Well that’s no good. You probably shouldn’t be walking around in those like that, it will only make your ankle worse.”

“Well I can’t just walk around barefoot,” you retorted with a sigh, “Considering my luck today I’d step on something sharp and have to go to the emergency room for stitches.”

“And here I thought my day wasn’t going well,” Kuroo told you, shaking his head sympathetically, “Well, considering your bad day is at least partly my fault let’s see if we can fix things for you.”

Before you’d really had time to process that he’d stepped forward, and swept you easily off your feet, holding you in his arms like some princess in a romance novel. You yelped and flailed in surprise, your arms automatically latching around his neck in a death grip to keep from falling.

“Easy,” he assured you, “I’m not going to drop you.”

“What do you think you’re doing?!” you hissed at him, “Put me down this instant!”

“I don’t think so kitten,” Kuroo told you, a slightly amused smirk on his face, “No way am I letting you walk on that ankle until we get it fixed up. Don’t worry my office is right there. We’ll have you patched up and ready to go in no time.”

“Kitten?!” you demanded incredulously, more than a bit flustered at how easily he was holding you and his proximity, “That’s extremely unprofessional, you’re being extremely unprofessional!”

“Come on, it’s cute,” he coaxed as he masterfully eased open the door to one of the offices, “And you remind of a kitten like this, hissing and spitting with your claws out. I promise I won’t say it around anyone else.”

“Y-you…!” you sputtered uselessly, helplessly flustered, especially with the very attractive smirk he was leveling at you.

“Here we are,” he told you, ignoring you entirely as he set you on his desk, and ducking down to fiddle with one of the drawers as he explained, “I’ve got a first aid kit in here somewhere.”

A part of you desperately wished you could get up and flounce away, but the more reasonable part told you would fail spectacularly if you tried considering your ankle, and more importantly, that you might be being a bit unreasonable. He was only trying to help after all.

“Here we are,” he told you, pulling a decent sized kit from one of the drawers and setting it on the desk beside you. He flipped it open with practiced hands and pulled out a roll of bandages and some athletic tape then knelt down.

You were utterly tongue-tied as the handsome man gently eased off your broken shoe, his hands tender and careful as he knelt at your feet. He paused for a minute to glance up at you and sheepishly admitted, “I didn’t quite think this through, but it would be better for me to wrap this without the hose on so I can see what I’m doing and so you don’t have to take it off when you get home.”

“Alright,” you agreed figuring it was a fairly reasonable request and since he was so insistent on wrapping it for you. You reached for the hem of your skirt to ease it up a bit, so you could undo the garters, only to be stopped by a large hand on yours.

“Wh-what are you doing?!” he demanded, his face flushed, apparently caught completely off guard and utterly flustered. Seeing him like that eased away all your previous ire and you couldn’t help but giggle at him a bit as he elaborated, “You shouldn’t just undress around strange men!”

“I’m not undressing,” you assured him with a laugh, though you did find his concern for you surprisingly endearing. “I’m undoing the clips on my garter belt, though now that you mention it, it would be nice if you’d turn around so I don’t accidentally flash you.”

The man immediately whipped around, nearly falling over in the process, though not before you saw his bright red cheeks. It was surprisingly cute for a man who at first glance gave off slightly sleazy vibes, especially with the smirk he was sporting earlier and the wild hair. You’d thought maybe once he regained his balance a bit he might turn into a bit of a player or a flirt as you worked with him, but now you were having second thoughts and mentally scolding yourself for judging by appearance.

“I can’t believe you thought I was just going to strip right here,” you couldn’t resist teasing, as you undid the clips and wriggled both stockings down your legs, figuring you might as well take both off or risk looking very strange. “You must not know a whole lot about women’s lingerie huh?”

“Now who’s being unprofessional,” he retorted, which point to him, though he didn’t sound too upset about it, more amused than anything and clearly regaining his equilibrium as he informed you, “I’ll have you know I have plenty of experience with women.”

“Would that be your mother, your sister, or your grandmother,” you shot back unable to resist, especially not with how bright red his ears still were, standing out from his black hair like twin beacons, “You can turn around now by the way.”

“All three,” he assured you, as he turned back around, slanted gold hazel eyes dancing with amusement at the banter.

Despite his teasing demeanor his hands were incredibly gentle as he carefully probed at your ankle, warm and slightly calloused. You hoped your growing embarrassment and attraction wasn’t apparently on your face, though fortunately or unfortunately you were saved from his notice as he hit a particularly tender spot on your ankle.

You hissed in a pained breath through your teeth and he gave you an apologetic look, peering up at you through his wild fringe as he told you, “That’s a sprain for sure, though it does seem fairly mild at the moment, and I’d say your chance of any sort of break is slim to none.”

“Oh?” you asked hoping to distract yourself from both the pain and the feel of strong muscle beneath your foot that he’d braced on his thigh as he reached for the bandages and tape, “Do you have a medical background then?”

“Nah,” he told you, with a grin that you couldn’t help but find rather charming, “I did play volleyball in high school and college though, so I’m pretty familiar with light injuries like this.”

“I guess that explains how you ended up working here,” you mused an answering smile on your lips, “Or was there more to it?”

“I wanted to lower the net,” he told you seriously, as he carefully wrapped your ankle with practiced hands, the bandage not loose, but not too tight either.

“Lower the net?” you repeated, puzzled but intrigued.

“When I was young I had this coach, he came to one of the camps I was at,” Kuroo explained, a nostalgic tone in his voice, “We were having a hard time spiking the ball, none of us quite tall enough or strong enough to reach the height we needed. He told them to lower the net, that he wanted us to enjoy volleyball and make it accessible for us so the joy of playing could reach everyone. I wanted to do that too.”

“He sounds like a wise man,” you murmured, a bit surprised but warmed at his heartfelt reason for joining the Volleyball Association.”

“He is,” Kuroo agreed as he finished taping up your ankle, gently easing on your shoe and holding his hands out to you, as he ordered, “Try that, see how it feels.”

You took his hands, unable to help but notice how much bigger than yours they were, his grip on you strong but careful as you gingerly slid off the desk. You let out a breath of relief that there was only the slightest twinge of pain when you put weight on it, making it much more manageable than before.

“That’s perfect,” you praised with a genuine smile for the man, who’d been watching you with a critical eye, clearly searching for any indication of pain, “It feels so much better.”

“Well don’t try to take off running on it or anything, but you should be okay,” he told you with a pleased smirk, “Just make sure to ice and elevate when you get home.”

“I will,” you assured him, “Thank you.”

He waved off your thanks with a shrug and a grin, and the two of you chatted amiably as you made your way out of the building about your plans for the project. Kuroo was surprisingly funny and well spoken, charming in a way you hadn’t really expected, and you found yourself incredibly attracted to him.

“So coffee tomorrow?” he asked you hopefully as the two of you paused off to the side of the entry to say your goodbyes.

“Sure,” you agreed, “I’ll bring your suit jacket back and my dry-cleaning bill.”

“Sounds good to me,” he told you with a sheepish chuckle, awkwardly ruffling the back of his hair, before extending his hand professionally, “I look forward to working with you.”

“Me too,” you told him, surprised to find that you truly meant it as you placed your hand in his. Despite what had happened earlier you thought you really did like Kuroo Tetsurou, and weren’t petty enough to not notice how very attracted you were to him. You thought you’d seen sparks of attraction in him too, and though you wouldn’t date anyone you were working with, you wouldn’t be working with him forever.

You’d have plenty of time to decide if maybe you wanted a little something more from the surprisingly considerate man, and you found yourself looking forward to it a lot, as you climbed into the taxi and headed for home, head full of thoughts about your new handsome coworker wondering if you might someday be more.

“And I was right,” you told your audience with a smug grin, “The minute the project was over I asked him out for dinner and the rest is history.”

“And he spent the entirety of the project whining to me about how in love he was with his coworker and that he didn’t think he’d ever have a chance with her because of how they met,” Kenma added in with a put-upon sigh.

“Hey now, it was fully justified concern,” Kuroo protested teasingly, even as his arms squeezed around your waist affectionately, “I was sure she was the love of my life, and that I’d ruined things with her when I smacked her drink into her face.”

“That’s disgustingly sweet,” Yaku informed the two of you, rolling his eyes though there was definitely a hint of a fond smile on his face, “Though I’m not surprised that in the end you had to man up and ask him instead of the other way around.”

“I would’ve asked eventually,” Kuroo told him, “She just beat me to it that’s all.”

“It was a very cute story,” Kai interjected before the two of them could get started, “Thank you for sharing it with us.”

“It’s like a fairy tale!” Lev piped in, practically bouncing in his seat, “I’m going to have to remember to tell Alyssa later, she loves stuff like this.”

“That’s great and all, but it doesn’t tell me how to get my own fairy tail or a happy ending,” Yamamoto bemoaned, with a forlorn sigh.

You smirked slightly, tilting your head at the cute waitress who’d been lingering by your table the whole time, clearly listening in. You’d seen her pass by more than a few times during your meal and she’d been extremely attentive to Yamamoto, not that any of the boys except maybe Kenma had noticed, dense as they were.

She caught your eye and squeaked, clearly horrified to be caught eavesdropping, promptly dropping the pitcher of water in her hands, which flew everywhere soaking Yamamoto’s shoes and lower legs. He jumped up with a yelp as the waitress babbled apologies, looking near tears, while he hurriedly tried to assure her, even bending down to try to help her clean up.

“You did that on purpose,” Kuroo accused quietly into your ear so that no one else could hear.

“I didn’t mean for her to drop the water,” you admitted, “Just prompt her to action.”

“Seems like fate or serendipity to me,” he told you with a quiet chuckle.

“Fate, luck, karma, I’m not sure what led me to you, but I’m glad to share a little bit of it with him if it helps,” you confessed, “After all, how could I not want to share my happiness when I have you making me so deliriously happy.”

“Mm I love you kitten,” he murmured, voice full of devotion as he cuddled you close, “And I’m so glad I met you, even if it did mean paying for your dry cleaning and embarrassing myself in front of both you and the boss that day.”

“I love you too, Tetsu,” you assured him, pressing your lips tenderly to the underside of his jaw, “And despite how ugly that first meeting was, looking back I don’t think I’d want it any other way.”

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anyways, would you so kindly write hc/scenario (whatever you prefer) of reader constantly talking about wanting to get a dog and so the boys say they’ll get the reader one but reader thinks they’re joking until the boys surprise them by coming home w the puppy they wanted? gn pronouns are fine bc we love everybody in this household, and i honestly prefer big dogs if it makes a difference. anyways! can you do it with suga, iwa, tanaka, tendo and kenma please? i hope this all makes sense and isn’t to much! thank you, love you:))

pairing: Timeskip!characters - sugawara kōshi, iwaizumi hajime, tanaka ryūnosuke, tendō satori, & kenma kozume, all with a GN!Reader 

warning: may cause a sudden need to go adopt a dog lol 

a/n: this is going to be more chaotic than my usual writing so I figured I’d do some headcanons haha. also omg @trashy-simp​ you’re always so sweet to me so thank you so much for sending this in!!! i hope this is what you were looking for :D i had a lot of fun with it to be honest haha i received an anon request for this as well a while back so anon, if you’re here! i hope this is good for you too :D

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Suga 

suga once promised you that he’d buy all of japan for you once he had the money

so when he told you he was going to get you a dog, you honestly thought it was a joke

hint: it was not

he goes out and interviews each dog at the nearby shelter like they gonna talk

“mmhm you look like you’d take my spot in the bed when i get up to pee every night...” Suga just squints at this dog suspiciously but still gives him a 10/10 mark bc he cute 

takes each of their histories very seriously because he wants the perfect dog for his perfect partner

Finds the most wonky chunky dog ever and is like heS BEAUTIFUL

he tried to carry it from the car up to your house but this chunky dog is too slippery

and Suga like collapses onto the floor with this hilarious looking pup with him

“suga what did you do???”

“i promised you i’d get you a dog!!! do you like him???”

Suddenly you’re like .... 

“Suga why you pick something so... unconventionally attractive”

“HEY HE CAN HEAR YOU!” holds his hands over the dog’s ears so you two can keep talking “stop being so mean he’s beautiful!” 

you’re just sat there like o.o “what does that mean if you find me attractive tho”

"don’t be an idiot, you’re perfection. This dog is just so ugly he’s beautiful.”

he definitely makes this dog an instagram and with his witty charm and the dog’s very cute demeanour, they end up getting quite a following

daichi and asahi try not to laugh when they come over because ya know what they say about dogs looking just like their owners 👀

suga is v offended but like no one can hate this pup because like he’s actually the sweetest thing in the world

Iwaizumi 

thinks you’re an idiot for wanting a dog 

“you can barely take care of yourself, Y/N, how are you going to take care of a dog?”

you beg him over and over again, trying to convince him that you are very much so capable of taking care of a dog thank you very much

his plan is to teach you some responsibility, comes home with this cute pup he found at the shelter in his arms

and you are just in teARS because this puppy is the CUTEST THING IN THE WORLD

“you better take care of it. I’m not going to do anything you hear me, dummy?” he huffed, shoving the dog in your hand and walking away like it was nothing

but this pup is just the sweetest thing, greeting both of you any time you come home, bouncing around your feet 

you love him so much but the puppy also seems to want iwa’s love

he insists he thinks its annoying

but honestly this puppy just loves him so much

curls up on his lap and you’re just like “oh ya, he’s annoying huh?”

“shut up, i just don’t want it to wake up and start yapping” he tells you but you catch him petting the little dog’s ears while the two of you watch tv 

still refuses to admits he likes the dog but keeps buying him cute things like an adorable dog tag and you find pictures of the dog and you all over camera roll

he will get into a fight with someone for thinking their dog is better than his

he might not like this dog but his dog is still better than yours bitch

Tanaka 

the first time you joked about getting a dog, he was literally all for it

ANYTHING HIS S/O ASKS FOR, THEY SHALL RECEIVE

his love language is literally giving you anything you could possibly want. gifts? he’s already emptied his bank account. more compliments? oh listen he’s got a liST of things he loves about you. physical touch?? would you like to be crushed in a loving hug every 5 seconds?? quality time? he’s already planned 3 dates for you, it’s up to you to choose. helpful actions? he’s done your dishes and tried to finish anything else around the house you need done

in other words, he’s been ready for puppy raising for you

who wouldn’t want a family with the most perfect human being 

he keeps his eye on the local animal shelter and finally finds the most wonderful ad for this mixed mutt with the goofiest smile

tanaka thinks of you almost immediately because both of you have such contagious smiles

you should’ve known something was up cause Tanaka came home later than usual 

and when he did come home, he had everything a dog could ever want or need

including like 17 different toys

none of which the dog wants because they’ve decided their favourite toy will now be tanaka’s house slippers

tanaka is not happy about this but you always laugh about it, he refuses to be upset now

you absolutely will catch him doing the most hilarious cutesty voice talking to this dog

he will say it’s a ghost until you insist that you find it super attractive that he’s so sweet on the new addition to your family

the two of you sneak this dog everywhere you can like tanaka will stuff him in his jacket if he has to (which is a little obvious but he pretends like it’s not)

Tendō  

you had made an offhanded comment about getting a dog

like the two of you were snuggling on a very cozy sunday morning and you just asked him if he ever wanted to get a pet

“mm? why do you ask, love?”

“i dunno i just thought it would be nice to have a dog around to protect me when you’re away. and then we could go on walks with them and be that perfect couple,” you smiled lazily, dozing off to sleep as he considered this

he wanted you to always feel safe. plus going on adventures with a pet actually sounded like fun

he never thought he’d get to be the perfect boyfriend for anyone but having you around made him feel like he had to be somewhat good, since you were perfect

didn’t really need any more thought than that

you were sleeping on his chest and he was already scrolling through adoption sites

comes home one day with three dogs, their leashes all scrambled in his hands, and is carrying a bunny in his arms 

“why three dogs? and why a bunny???”

“he watched me take all of them babe! I couldn’t leave him alone!!”

Had a reason for every single dog he brings 

“this one was cute just like you. And that one has puppy dog eyes like you do when I tell you no lol. And that snores like you do”

“I DONT SNORE”

“Well now you can not snore next to these dogs” 😊

you are now known in your neighbourhood as the couple with a chaotic household because those dogs are HUGE and very alert

but they’re actually very well behaved

Tendō secretly has a calling for training animals apparently 

probably is big on tiktok because he taught the dogs how to use those buttons to speak

except now when Tendō is away, the dogs keep pushing the “Dad” button over and over again you had to take it away lol 

“i miss him too, ya assholes, but let’s go eat junk food instead while we wait for him to get back lol”

Kenma 

you had always loved dogs

kenma hated this because dogs drool and they whine and theyre just so fucking annoying sometimes

“let’s get a dog kenma!”

“we already have kuroo why do we need another pet”

“PLEASEEEEEE”

you won’t stop begging him, trying to insist that it would be nice to have someone to cuddle while kenma stayed up all night gaming

it was a good point - maybe he could get you some company so you wouldn’t feel so lonely when he had a big tournament to play

so he goes to the shelter, is probably like hyper aware of all the animal eyes on him

some of them just stare at him too much he had to run away

ends up bringing you a cat in a dog costume

Jk but like 👀 

for real tho, he ran away so fast from the other dogs, he made it to the back area where some of the more anxious and older dogs were

finds this chill senior dog who is like still sleeping when kenma approaches him

pup kinda looks at him and then goes back to bed lol

Kenma brings this older dog to you later that evening and like walks it into your place like it’s not big deal

and you’re like :O PUPPY

you ask him later why he chose an older dog and he just shrugs like, “idk...he just seemed so nice end I didn’t want him to end up alone”

kenma is such a softie when he wants to be 

even tho this dog was supposed to spend time with you when kenma games, kenma made a spot under his desk for this pup to doze off in while he’s gaming 

sometimes he’ll even let the dog sit on his lap 

acts like he doesn’t give a fuck about this dog but will bite anyone who tries to make fun of this old dog’s waddle

Lev once kept poking him in his sleep and kept annoying him and Kenma threatened to cut his arm off so he’d never be able to play volleyball again lol

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the sex pistols when you're dating guido mista hcs

mista is literally my <3 and i have SM headcanons involving the pistols in your relationship so enjoy! CW: my language. and that’s it. LOADS OF FLUFFY

gn! reader <3

dating mista comes with taking care of the 7 pistols that are BASICALLY your children

omg you and mista asking them who’s each of their favorite

the others may find them annoying sometimes but you just love them. they’re a part of mista, so you GOTTA LOVE THEM TOO <3

“y/nnnnn i’m hungryyyy”

“mista is cutting salami be patient guys”

THEY NEED EQUAL TREATMENT

meaning: you can’t headpat, cuddle, kiss, hug, praise, etc. one of them without the others asking for said action also

you still favor number 5 tho he’s such a sweetheart

always scolding number 3 to be nice to number 5 pls he can’t get a break 💀

he’d only listen to you bc he loves you

pls if mista is gonna compliment you they’re all complimenting you

“damn babe you look hot today”

“y/n! you’re hair is so nice”

“is that a new perfume/cologne??”

and so on and so on

making them food sometimes and telling them to share

I SAW THIS HC IN ANOTHER POST I FORGOT WHERE BUT IT SAID NUMBER 5 WOULD SHARE HIS SALAMI WITH YOU AND I 100% AGREE.

if you and mista are cuddling/napping together the pistols will also be on both you and mista’s shoulders, heads, faces, etc.

OH MY GOD THEY’D KISS/WIPE YOUR TEARS AWAY IF YOU’RE CRYING AWWW

SO protective over you. you’re their royalty/king/queen and mista’s s/o so they need to make sure you’re treated right.

even if mista doesn’t tell them to do anything, if anyone even looks at you weird they’re going feral 💀 until you tell them to chill out and come back

after missions, they’ll indirectly ask for your praise.

“did you see us back there y/n?!?!”

“we did great didn’t we?!”

“yes. i saw you guys. you guys were amazing like always i’m so proud of you.”

KISSES KISSES KISSES literally throughout the entire day just randomly

AND KISS ATTACKS FROM ALL OF THEM THAT MAKE YOU GIGGLE

MISTA IS SO HAPPY HIS STAND LOVES YOU AND YOU LOVE HIS STAND IT MAKES HIS HEART MELT

mans does get jealous sometimes if you’re paying attention to the pistols more then him tho AHAHHA

i saw another hc where it said they’d slap your ass randomly💀 and they’re so mischievous it probably would happen

then mista comes in for A BIG SLAP LIKE DAMN

they help mista when he wants to get a gift for you or surprise you.

they’re just your little body guards and they adore you sm pls treat them right <3

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general crushing on tsukkishima kei headcanons

☞ literally said i’d do kuroo when i wasn’t sick anymore (bc he’s my numba 2 fictional husband) bUT i’ll do him at some point lmao

☞ IM BACK ish. im really busy since it’s school wrap up week so i won’t be active much this week either. i’ll try to upload tho. gn! reader

CW: my language. what a surprise. LMAO.

yams knows he has a crush before he does

TSUKKI WOULD DENY FOR THE LONGEST TIME UNTIL HE’S LIKE “well shit”

many say he teases you less, but i think he teases you more but more playfully instead of harshly.

he steals looks at you from afar

yams: “tsukki! you’re staring at them again!”

tsukki: “urusai yamaguchi”

yams: *snickers*

you would tell yams about your crush on tsukki so he’d help you out with dealing with the salty tall ass.

he’s subtly more thoughtful towards you

like if your pen runs out of ink there’ll be a pack of new pens on your desk the next day

or if you didn’t have time to drink water/your favorite juice one day, he’d buy it for you and say you’re dumb for not taking time to care for yourself (out of care)

he would be SO willing to study with you if you asked but he wouldn’t cave in immediately to hide his eagerness

if you tell him about something he’d listen so intently but act like he doesn’t care cares for you sm

an example of this is making you walk home with him and yams every night so he knows you’re okay

he’d play it cool around you and wouldn’t really stutter or be nervous, but he’d blush a lot.

he is nicer towards you despite the teasing.

indirectly asking yamaguchi for advice

yamaguchi is the BESTT WINGMAN

he’ll purposely leave you guys alone or give hints/tips for tsukki to do something sweet for you

if you aren’t in school he’ll miss you/your presence

has a playlist on songs that reminds him of you/you like/recommended to him

tanaka and noya and suga probably tease him for having you around all the time and say he’s hiding his relationship from the team

(tanaka and noya prolly dont know he likes you tho. suga prolly does and bugs him all the time 💀)

just a big ass tsundere but is really 🥰 deep down for you 🤚🏼🤚🏼

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