HEY HEY HEY BUB! I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO ANOTHER PART OF 'WHEN YOU THINK THEY ARENT PAYING ATTENTION'????

HEY HEY HEY BUB! I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO ANOTHER PART OF 'WHEN YOU THINK THEY ARENT PAYING ATTENTION'???? please and thank you :3

Make sure to drink loads of water <33

when you think they aren’t paying attention

feat. Akaashi, Hinata, Sakusa

note: uhh hinata’s is the only one where it isn’t a pre-established relationship!

part one

AKAASHI

it was Akaashi’s idea to have small walking dates in the evening as a way to spend time with one another and wind down after work

sometimes the two of you couldn’t fit a date day/night in your schedules, so carving out a small amount of time to just walk around the neighborhood every evening made up for it

Akaashi held your hand, smiling at the way you playfully swung it as you told him about something that happened on this new show you were watching

when all of a sudden his phone gets a little buzz- it was work emailing him

normally he would ignore it, but the subject header was of upmost urgency

so with one hand he was typing out a response

but as he was doing so, he noticed how your words seemed to die down, leaving only quietness

“you stopped talking, what’s wrong?” he asks, looking back at you

“oh, you looked like you were busy just now so I didn’t want to disturb you”

Akaashi’s brow furrow as he quickly pockets his phone

“you’re never a disturbance Y/n. now please, keep talking and this time I'll make sure you know that you have my full attention”

“but your work-”

Akaashi quickly interrupts, “that email can wait. honestly, I'm off hours anyways so there’s no need for me to tend to work at this moment. right now, the only thing I’m focusing on is you”

you stop in your tracks, a small pout sprawled across your face. you didn’t want him to get in trouble with his job

Akaashi leans forward to kiss your forehead

“Y/n, I promise you it’s alright. now go on, I want to hear more of your story”

as you continued your story, Akaashi listened intently the entire time

he was right about everything being alright by the way

but for the record, he would always put you above his work

HINATA

you were invited to a little hangout with some of your friends- although at this point you felt like it would’ve been better if you didn’t show up

as you were in the midst of telling a story, you could easily sense that the most of the group seemed disinterested in what you had to say, and you were slowly becoming dejected with this reaction

it wasn’t until another friend had shown up that the rest of the table became lively again- welcoming the latecomer with much excitement

and once they settled in, you noticed how the table seemed to shift the topic and how everyone was seemingly talking amongst themselves

you looked down at your lap, slightly embarrassed by the fact that no one was really paying any mind to what you were saying

“Y/n, you didn’t finish your story”

your eyes dart up to see Hinata facing you with his elbow propped on the table for support as the side of his face leans into the palm of his hand

“you were listening? I thought you would’ve drowned it out or something” you halfheartedly chuckle

Hinata’s smile drops for a fraction of a second and his eyes quickly dart to the others at the table- all of which were unaware of this side conversation going on

his eyes flicker back to you and the smile returns to his face

“of course I was listening to you. I always am... wait no that sounds a bit hmmm....” Hinata furrows his brows, trying to phrase his message in a way that didn’t make him seem like a creep

you can’t help but laugh, this time a genuine laugh

“no I understand, don’t worry,” you reassure him before continuing on with your story

and Hinata’s soft gaze never dropped from your face as you talked

SAKUSA

one of Sakusa’s favorite things to do after practice was to wind down with you

and today, his head was resting on your lap as you ran your hands through his hair, telling him about your day

honestly, he could probably stay like this forever

you watch as your boyfriend closes his eyes, tired from his long day at practice

from your end, it seemed like Sakusa dozed off in the middle of the conversation

your words die down until you eventually stop talking

a second later you see a hand waving in front of your face

“hey, you didn’t finish your story” Sakusa says, slowly opening his eyes

you blink at him in confusion

“oh, you’re awake?” you respond back, watching as the gears turn in your boyfriend’s head

“did you just assume I stopped listening and decided to nap? how hurtful” he jokingly says, cracking a small smile at you

“okay now, in my defense you look exhausted and you had your eyes closed. my fault for assuming my tired boyfriend just wants to nap rather than hear about my boring day” you move one of your hands to poke his cheek

Sakusa grabs your hand, pressing soft kisses to the palm

“I always want to hear about your day- don’t ever think otherwise” he mumbles against your skin

so you continue on with your story, and this time Sakusa makes sure to participate in the conversation to let you know he’s forever interested in what you have to say

bet you won’t do it

Pairing: Keishin Ukai x f!reader

Genre: fluff, slight angst?

Warnings: uh none?

Summary: You lose a bet to the one and only Keishin Ukai and you owe him >:)

Word Count: 4.8k words

A/N: This is for @crybabycrisis's collab!! To be honest I finished this fic like a week after I joined it but I only just now got around to posting it aflheafhak I had a lot of fun writing this!!

“Bet you won’t do it.”

“What?” Keishin asks with widened eyes as he turns to look at you, cigarette hanging from his lips and his brow raised high.

To be fair, you’re both drunk when this all conspires.

“I said ‘I bet you won’t do it,’ chicken,” you challenge, smirking at him Why are you doing this? You don’t want to do this.

His brow only raises higher, but now he’s looking at you with the confidence only a Ukai can pull off without looking arrogant. In other words, he looks hot. Then again, he always does. But especially right now. His hair is a little messy from his hands running through it and his head being tossed back from how hard he’s laughing. His pupils are dilated and his eyelids are heavy from the alcohol coursing through him. His lips—god, his lips; the same lips you’ve wanted to kiss since you were thirteen years old—are a little chapped, but they’re so red, and you just know they’d taste good. Well, right now they’d probably taste like the beer he’s been drinking for the past few hours. You’re sure that the devil himself made this cherry red apple and dropped it right in front of you, taunting that you can’t have it and that if you do, there will be dire consequences.

And consequences there would be if you were to give in to your desires and just kiss him stupid.

“Me? Chicken? Ha! Okay then. What do I need to do to prove you wrong?”

“Go over to that woman you’re drooling over and ask her out,” you reply with an even bigger smirk despite the fact that you’re dying a little inside. He’s been looking past you all night and when you finally looked, a woman was sitting there drinking alone.

“That all?” he asks smoothly, that same old spark in his eyes, the eyes you fell in love with, the eyes that are a dark brown like the chocolate he claims he’s not obsessed with. “What do I get if I win?”

“Well, what do you want?” you ask, taking a sip of your fifth drink. You wanted to tell him “Whatever you want from me,” and hope that he asks for a date, your hand in marriage, your body, literally anything. You know he would never though. You two have known each other for too long for him to suddenly start falling for you now.

You missed your chance a long time ago.

“Hm…” he hums before taking a drag of his cig, holding the smoke in for a moment before letting it out. His eyes shift this way and that to try and spot something to help him think of an answer. “How about you teach my boys after school every day?” This causes you to pause from taking another drink, it being your turn to let your eyes go wide.

“What? Teach them some manners since you clearly don’t have any?” you joke, averting your eyes as you toss your head back to take a drink, hoping he’ll drop it.

Of course, he doesn’t.

“(Y/n), you know what I meant.”

“Teach them volleyball? Why?”

He removes the cigarette from his mouth completely, clenching it between two fingers. “Because you’re just as good as me, a professional even! You were there right beside me when dad trained me and taught me everything I know! You were the one who helped me when I didn’t get something and made me better, made me the man I am today! You were there for all my games and I yours!” he says loudly, letting everyone sitting outside with you know that he’s drunk out of his mind.

“That doesn’t—I’m not—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can! (Y/n), I know how good you are. What happened to you was tragic, and I know you don’t like talking about it, but just think of how good it will feel to teach others how to play and help them grow better just like you did for me all those years ago. Think about how it’ll feel to step out onto that court again!”

Ah, your accident. It happened in your last year of high school. You were probably one of the best volley players in the country and, baby, you were going to go places. Well, that was until your very last game. You weren’t thinking straight because you were so nervous. Everything was riding on that game, on you winning that game, and you did something you shouldn’t have. And now you’re paying the price. Your heart broke that day and with you so torn up about it, it only made sense for Keishin, your best friend, to be heartbroken too. He was going to quit playing with you, but you told him that if he even thought about quitting volleyball again just because you couldn’t play anymore, you’d leave his life for good. That was enough of a threat to never make him speak of it again. He ended up playing throughout college and even after graduating, and you were there for every game cheering him on. You couldn’t have been more proud of him.

“(Y/n), c’mon. If I win this bet, you have to come in and teach them for a month,” he bargains, returning the shortened stick to his mouth and inhaling.

“A month?” you ask incredulously.

“Yup!” he replies, popping the last letter.

“And what will you be doing while I’m doing your job, oh great and wise one?” you ask with a playful roll of your eyes.

“I’ll be there cheering you on, of course,” he replies with a grin that almost blinds you. Wait, are you having a heart attack? Oh. No, that’s just your heart trying to fly out of your chest and into his hands. Stupid heart. He already has your love and more. He’s your everything.

“Fine. You have to ask her for her number,” you agree, placing your elbow onto the table and offering him your hand to shake. “But if I win, you have to…” you trail off, staring into his eyes with squinted ones. “You have to make me dinner,” you decide. Crap, does that sound like too much of a date? God, how much more obvious could you get?

“Dinner?” he asks, his brow reaching his hairline. “Is that all? Jeez, (Y/n), you’ve lost your touch,” he teases, finishing his cigarette before rubbing the end out into the tray in between you both.

“It’ll be more than just that,” you explain with an eye roll before freezing, realizing how that sounds. When you look up from your drink at him, you find his smirk has turned dark, the glint in his eyes having a new meaning now.

“Oh? You gonna show me a good time, (L/n)?” he purrs, winking at you. You grow flustered under his gaze and smooth words, quickly turning your head away to, hopefully, hide your reaction. It didn’t matter though since he knows you like the back of his hand. He could know how you’d react to that with his eyes closed.

“Shut up! I meant we’d also watch a movie or go for a walk, or something! You and I both know you can’t cook, so you never do it for me! I just figured I’d torture you with having to make me a full course meal!” you hiss out, hoping he’ll just let it go. He chuckles at you and leans back in his chair, taking a final swig of his drink before standing up.

“You’re on. No take backsies!” he shouts, pulling your hand in his—and how are his hands so warm?—as he gives you a firm handshake before leaving your table and sauntering over to the woman. You watch for about ten seconds before spinning back around in your seat, feeling something mean and vile slide through you. You’re such an idiot.

You’re chugging down the rest of your drink when he comes back over with a swagger in his step, letting you know before he’s even spoken that he’s won. You knew he’d win anyway. Who would ever say no to him?

“Done and done. I shall see you at campus on Monday.”

And your fate has been sealed.

You take a deep breath as you walk onto campus, heading the familiar way to the gym. You’ve been here a number of times, but never when his boys are here. You’ve always just met him outside to drop off some dinner for him or a new volleyball and went about your day.

And you’ve definitely never strutted up and tried to tell these boys how to play their sport.

God, what was Keishin thinking? These guys are going to eat you alive! You haven’t even played the dumb sport in eight years. You’re probably so rusty and you’ll just make a fool out of yourself.

When you reach the gym, you take another deep breath and shake out your hands before walking inside. You check your phone for the time when you see that practice is apparently in full swing. Were you late?

“Welcome to hell, soldier,” you hear a voice behind you, instantly recognizing the deep timbre. You spin around to find Keishin smiling at you, reminding you too much of a cat that’s finally caught his mouse.

“Haha,” you say sarcastically, shoving his chest and watching as he barely reacts to it. “How late am I?’ you ask.

“What?” he asks before looking over your shoulder to find the boys already on the floor and hitting the volleyball back and forth over the net. “Oh. We haven’t started yet.” Your brows go up in surprise at his words, turning to look over your shoulder at the boys again. Oh. “You’re actually just in time. C’mon, I’ll introduce you.”

And with that, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and leads you further inside the gym. You try to ignore how warm he is and how his cologne is starting to make your legs feel like jelly. “Alright!” he shouts once he’s pulled you two to a stop, making you jump, which causes him to chuckle down at you. He moves behind you and places his hands onto your shoulders, your back pressed to his chest. Oh god, oh god, oh god.

All the boys stop and turn to look at him, freezing upon spotting you. You look them all over, doing your best to put names to faces but not having much luck. You’ve been to a couple of their games but could never see their names on their jerseys from how far away you always end up sitting. It doesn’t help that you either have to leave before the game is over or can’t stick around for the afterparty because of your job. You always go out and celebrate with Keishin though. You like to listen to him brag about how good his boys played and what they need to work on.

“Boys, this is (L/n) (Y/n). She’ll be coming to practice every day to whip you boys in shape! She-”

“Is this your girlfriend, Coach Ukai?” one short boy with pointy hair asks, his hand raised high. Your face burns as hot as embers at the question, your gaze turning away to the side to avoid everyone’s eyes. Unbeknownst to you, a little color comes to Keishin’s cheeks too.

“That is none of your business,” he replies calmly. Oh, he didn’t say no. What are you saying, of course he didn’t indulge the poor boy. He just got a hot girl’s number two days ago, after all.

“Well, if she isn’t, you’re very stupid, sir. Respectfully,” another boy with a shaved head speaks up with his hand also raised, standing next to the boy who spoke up first. He looks at you with such a fond look, you swear you could see hearts in his eyes. This doesn’t help your flustered state at all.

“Respectfully, you can go run ten laps,” Keishin replies, an odd tone in his voice. When you tilt your head back to look up at him, he’s staring at the boy with a look you can’t decipher. When the lanky boy doesn’t move, Keishin’s eyes squint. “Now.” His tone seems to be enough for the boy to get a move on, his face showing his shock and fear. “Anyone else want to make a comment?” He pauses and no one else dares to speak. “Good. Let’s start then. Everyone off the court.”

He removes his hands from you and walks over to a boy with brown hair and a one on his jersey, taking the volleyball from him. So he’s the captain, got it. “Line up!” he shouts, the boys rushing about to get into a line by the outer lines of the court, other than the one who is still running laps. You follow after Keishin, giving the boys shy, nervous smiles when they make eye contact with you. You stand beside Keishin and take the volleyball from him when he passes it to you.

“Alright. All of you introduce yourselves. Say your name, year, and position.”

The boy he took the ball from steps up out of line first, sending you a sweet smile. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you, Ms. (L/n). My name is Daichi Sawamura and I’m a third year. I’m the Captain, and I play as the wing spiker and opposite hitter,” he says politely before bowing and stepping back into line. His kindness makes you relax a bit, a more genuine smile coming to your face.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, Daichi.”

Two more third years introduce themselves in a similar way before getting back into line. The boy who spoke up first when you walked in suddenly steps forward, his spine straight and his head held high. “Hello, miss! My name is Yū Nishinoya! I’m a second year! My position is the libero! You are very pretty!” he shouts before bowing very dramatically before stepping back into line. You notice that some of the other boys start snickering at the last part. You blush at the compliment, but your smile falters when you repeat his words in your head.

Libero.

“Thank you, Noya,” you reply, remembering what Keishin always calls him. He gasps and lights up when you use his nicknames, his eyes twinkling as bright as stars, causing you to smile again.

Just then, the boy that was running laps stops and comes to stand right beside Noya, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tries to catch his breath. “Hi. I’m Ryūnosuke Tanaka. Second year. Wing spiker, outside hitter,” he pants out, making his words very choppy. Keishin rolls his eyes but you just giggle, giving him a wave. He perks up at this and stands much taller now. “I also think you’re very pretty!” Ah, so he must be the flirt of the group.

“Thank you,” you say with a giggle.

Three more second years speak up before two boys move forward at the same time. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

“What am I doing? What are you doing, stupid!”

“I’m not the one being stupid, stupid!”

“Oh yeah, real mature!”

Before the other could reply, Keishin is yelling at them to “can it.” They zip it up and turn to face you again, rigid as soldiers. They couldn’t look more different. One is short with fiery hair while the other is tall and has a resting bitch face. Their dynamic makes you smile. It reminds you of two youngins that didn’t act too much differently than they did. You glance at Keishin just as one of them starts speaking.

“Hello. My name is Tobio Kageyama. I’m a first year and I’m a setter.” Ah, so he’s the other setter in the group. That must be hard for one of them and from what you know, Kageyama is a force to be reckoned with on the court.

“Hi! It’s really nice to meet you, Ms. (L/n)! I’m Shōyō Hinata! I’m a first year and I’m a middle blocker! Oh! And a decoy!” Your brow approaches your hairline at this and turn to look at Keishin only to find him smirking with his arms crossed over his chest. He looks real proud and smug right now. You’ve heard of their combo attack but have yet to see it in person. Now you’re quite curious.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” you reply with a smile. You’ve heard so much about both of them and you can’t wait to see them play today. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi go last, and you can’t help but feel like Tsukishima is scrutinizing you. Hm, guess you’ll have to prove yourself to him.

Once everyone is done, you step forward with your arm holding the volleyball on your hip in place. “Thank you, everyone! It really is so nice to meet all of you! Keis—Coach Ukai talks so much about you, so it’s really great to put names to faces.” Keishin grumbles beside you when you mention that he talks about them a lot, but it was worth embarrassing him a bit when you see how the boys light up at this news.

“As he said, my name is (L/n) (Y/n) and I’m here to try and help you get even better at volleyball. I may not be as good as your coach, but I’ll do my best to help you.” You then bow to them, causing everyone’s eyes to widen. “Please let me know what I can do to do that,” you finish softly before standing up straight. You find them beaming at you and you hope more than ever that you’ll be able to do right by them.

“Right! So, who wants to see what (Y/n)’s made out of?” Keishin asks mischievously, bopping the ball out from under your arm and bouncing it up into his hands. Some of the boys excitedly raise their hands in the air while some others nod enthusiastically.

“You heard ‘em, (Y/n)! Onto the court you go!” he shouts as he walks over to one side of the net, a sigh coming from you as you watch him go. You should’ve known he’d be up to no good when you lost that bet. You bite your lip as you pull your sweats down your legs to reveal athletic shorts underneath. If Keishin had a mini heart attack when you started stripping in front of the boys, that’d be his business and his business only. He does, however, glare at the brats when he catches them eyeing up your newly revealed skin. God, high schoolers are such pervs. He may be doing the exact same thing, but at least he’s allowed to be doing it!

You then pull your hoodie over your head, and Keishin thanks the gods that you’re wearing a jersey instead of a crop top or tank top, or something equally as bad. He might’ve died right here if you had been. When you drop the clothes onto the chair he normally sits in and walk to the opposite side of the court, he’s able to get a good look at your top.

And if his heart flutters when he realizes that you’re wearing his old jersey, then that’s his business and his business alone, okay? His last name is scribbled across the top of the back in big letters along with the number two beneath it. And if he turns to look at his boys with a smug smile, who is to judge him? He feels like he can take on the world right now.

“Alright. I’ll hit this to you and you can show us what you got,” he says with a smirk, getting ready to hit the ball as you get into position. You give him a nod and your eyes follow the ball as it soars into the air. You knew exactly what he was doing as soon as you saw the ball’s trajectory.

He purposely gave it a hard hit to make it go flying way off course, making you run to catch up to where the ball was going. You figured maybe you would just hit it and send it back to him, but something came over you. When you get close enough, you throw your body onto the ground and slide, your palm flat on the floor. Just as you reach the right spot, the ball hits the back of your hand and bounces back up into the air. With a swift motion, you’re springing back up onto your feet, catching the ball with a regular pass before it can hit the ground, but as the ball hits your forearms you make it go much higher than you normally would. You sprint over to the net and jump up high, slamming your hand down and spiking the ball onto Keishin’s side. He doesn’t even have time to get it since he didn’t think you would do all that. He’s frozen in shock anyway, much like the rest of the boys. He hasn’t seen you play volleyball in years, let alone pull a stunt like that in a while. Ever since you got hurt, you had never tried to do something like that again. He’s seen you do much crazier things, especially the day you got your crippling injury, but this was still very impressive.

He grins at you as the boys cheer and clap, Noya running up to you and speaking a mile a minute about how awesome that was and how awesome you are. It felt good, to be honest. Being looked up to and impressing people like this.

“I didn’t know you were a libero!” Noya shouts with glee.

“Coach, you didn’t tell us that she was a goddess,” Tanaka says dramatically, still gaping at you. You laugh at this as you walk over to the chair and pick up Keishin’s water bottle, taking a swig from it.

“Oh please, I’m not a-”

“Sorry, I thought it was obvious,” Keishin interrupts, making your eyes go to him. Instead of finding his usually teasing mannerisms, you find him with that look again, the one you can’t quite figure out what it is.

“Alright! Let’s start with some receiving practice. Lord knows y’all need it!” Keishin announces before going to a closet and dragging out a table, pulling it right up to one side of the net.

“(Y/n), would you like to do the honors?” he asks in a gentlemanly tone as he dramatically bows while offering his hand. You snort and walk over to him, unsure of what exactly he wants you to do.

“Do I have a choice?”

“Nope!” he replies all too happy as he helps you up onto the table. You disapprovingly grunt despite the fact that you’re smiling. He drags the cart of volleyballs over to you and then calls out to the boys to make a line. You then start spiking the ball down towards—well, not always towards—them, letting them practice their receives.

After weeks of practicing, you kind of just became the honorary coach for the team. Your month requirement had run out a long time ago and now you’re just here to make sure that these young boys get to accomplish their dreams.

Maybe you were acting selfishly by living precariously through them, but they didn’t seem to mind you sticking around one bit.

When the Spring Tournament arrives, you’re almost as excited as the boys are. You all have been training like crazy for this day, and it’s also the first match where you get to officially announce yourself as a Karasuno coach.

You step off the bus last and heave a sigh of relief, looking around you with a sparkle in your eyes. Wow, this really brings you back to your school days. You focus back on your boys (Keishin has you calling them that now) when you hear yelling.

You find the boys talking to a few different other schools, a smile coming to your face when you see their smiles and light banter. You recognize most of them. Fukurōdani Academy, Nekoma High, Shinzen High, and Ubugawa High seem to be all the ones that you can see at the moment.

A kid that looks scarily similar to Tanaka, other than the blond mohawk he’s sporting, is staring at you with a jaw dropped while Tanaka laughs evilly next to him. Your brow heads for your hairline at the two before turning to check out the rest of the competition.

Though…you find the familiar situation pretty much everywhere you look. Why is everyone staring at you?

You blush under all the eyes and quickly scurry over to Keishin, who is currently shaking hands with a man. “Nice to see you again, Naoi,” Keishin greets with a too-sweet smile, his knuckles practically white with how hard he’s gripping the other man’s hand.

“Always a pleasure, Ukai,” the man returns the greeting, his tone sugary sweet. You raise a brow at the two as you place a hand on Keishin’s back, watching him tense and turn that fake smile to you before seeing who it is. He relaxes and lets go of the man’s hand, giving you a genuine smile.

Before either of you can say anything though, the other coach is speaking. “Oh? And who’s this?”

“This is-” Keishin starts before getting abruptly cut off.

“Ah ah! Let the lady speak for herself, Ukai,” he chides before focusing his gaze back on you, giving you a smile. You giggle at their banter, offering your hand to him.

“My name is (L/n) (Y/n). I’m the new assistant coach for Karsuno,” you introduce.

“(L/n), hm?” he starts as he shakes your hand, “It’s very lovely to meet you. I’m Manabu Naoi.”

“It’s nice to meet you too!” You two drop your hands and then start to head inside the building with the rest of the people from the other schools.

“So, when did you become a coach?” he asks, starting a conversation.

“Oh, not too long ago.” You two continue to talk as you all head towards the gymnasium, an unbelieving sigh escaping you once you get inside.

“Wow…” you mumble, hearing someone behind you let out a whistle at the size of the place.

“Say, how about after the first day is over, why don’t we g-”

“She can’t.”

You turn to look at Keishin with wide eyes, surprise that he cut him off so quickly. Were you about to be asked out on a date?

“Sorry, I don’t think I was asking you,” the man says lightly, not seeming all that offended by it. Guess they get along pretty well underneath all the banter and competitiveness.

“I already know her answer,” Keishin replies with a cross of his arms, smiling at ​​Naoi.

“You do?” you ask with a raise of your brow towards the fake blond. His eyes flash over to you, his confidence wavering a bit under your gaze.

“Yeah. I do,” he says, turning to face you now. If you were anyone else, you probably would’ve been intimidated by his gaze, his crossed arms, and piercings, but you’re not just anyone.

You’re his best friend. And you know for a fact, that after all these years, Keishin is a bit of a softie when it comes to you.

“Oh? And how’s that?” you ask as you cross your own arms and stare up at him challengingly.

He hesitates for a moment, seeming to look for something in your eyes. After he seems to find it, he steps closer to you, getting right into your personal space.

“Because you’re going to be busy with me after this.”

And, god, the way he says that makes your legs turn to jello. Do you look as flustered as you feel? You sure hope not.

You can tell by his winning smile that you know that you do though. Ugh, you swear you hate him.

“Really? I don’t recall ever saying that, Kei,” you reply, smile even sweeter than sugar, repeating what they had done earlier.

“Well, how about we bet on it then, doll?” Curse him. Curses!

“Fine. What are the stakes?”

“You have to go on a date with me if we win today’s match,” he states, leaning down to bring his face closer to yours. Easy peasy, lem-

Wait. Did he just say…a date?

Oh god, oh god, oh go-

“Fine,” you reply too shakily for your liking. Get it together! “You have to buy the whole team dinner if we lose then,” you challenge. You would never hope for your boys to lose and you could scream from the rooftops right now about the fact that the love of your life just asked you out on a date.

A date!

“Ha! As if we’d lose!” he laughs, offering his hand to you and poking the tips of his fingers right between your collarbones.

You snatch up his hand and start shaking it with a smile that would put the Joker to shame. “Let’s hope not.”

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THEY KISS YOU DURING AN ARGUMENT — HAIKYUU

feat — timeskip!atsumu, mattsun, osamu, iwaizumi + suna.

warnings — 16+ suggestive content. slight choking in suna’s w a thigh slap + a little oral fixation in samu’s. female leaning petnames + just some rough making out.

note — i posted this on another blog maybe like last month? before moving to this one but i wanna keep it with me so i’m posting it here now, sorry it’s been a bit!

ఌ ATSUMU the reason you’d both been arguing had been long forgotten, but you were both too stubborn to back down as you stood infront of each other. “you’re a fucking asshole, atsumu.” “don’t act like yer much better, princess.” “oh fuck off, miya.” you snap, and atsumu chuckles dryly, his eyes darkening as he approaches you slowly, your feet carrying you backwards until your back meets the wall, his hand resting beside your head as his lips ghost over yours “that’s not ma fuckin’ name.” you would’ve whimpered if atsumu’s lips didn’t smash against yours instead, his bigger body slamming you back against the wall as his hands harshly grope the flesh of your ass. you feel your knees buckle at the way his tongue slides messily along your own before he sucks it into his mouth. “ts-tsumu.” you whine “hnghhh—fuck, there ya go, baby, that’s more like it.” atsumu groans, wrapping your thighs around his waist as he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, before moving to suck on the sensitive skin on your jawline, his tongue smoothing over the newly raised marks that he leaves behind. “let me hear ya say that again, angel.”

ఌ MATTSUN his brows furrowed as you stood before him, arms folded over your chest before you roll your eyes at the indifference on his face. “you’re not listening to me, issei.” you huff and issei’s head falls back against the couch, as he runs a tired hand down his face with a sigh. “we’re not getting anywhere, i mean there’s no point even trying to talk to you, matsukawa.” “is that right?” issei drawls, and you roll your eyes at his smooth tone before turning to leave, only to feel yourself being pulled back as your boyfriend rises from his spot, only sitting back again with you pressed tightly against him— his hand resting against the back of your neck. you feel something familiar replace the anger in your stomach when you feel his mouth roughly moving against your own, his fingers tightening—pushing you closer, groaning before he pulls away with a smirk on his swollen lips, only for his hand to move to tangle in your hair, yanking your head back as he places sloppy, chaste kisses up your neck “come on, babygirl. how about you let me make it up to you, hmmm?”

ఌ OSAMU you were in his office as he glares at you, your back pressed against his desk. “you need to rest, samu.” “and a told ya, a cant. ya agreed ta this when ya married me.” “all i want is a fucking minute of your time.” you snap, and a silence falls over the room when your voice raises. you feel your breathing hitch when you notice samu approaching you, his eyes darker now from what you can see under his cap, but all your thoughts melt away when you feel his tongue forcefully slide past your lips to taste your own. your mind feels hazy, trying to focus on his deep groans against you before he leans forward to swipe the paperwork off of his desk behind you, hands grabbing your thighs to lift you ontop afterwards as his body cages you against it. “s-samu—“ you whine, your words cut off as he pulls away, his tongue suddenly replaced by his fingers as stuffs two inside your mouth. “be good and keep that pretty mouth of yers quiet, angel.” samu groans while you nod in reply, your tongue sliding over the digits and you watch his swollen lips part as he groans deeply, leaning over you once more. “shit—so good, ya were fuckin’ made for me.”

ఌ IWAIZUMI got jealous, he trusted you but something about the way you giggled at oikawa’s jokes really irked him today. both of you return home and hajime slams the door behind you both, finally causing you to blow “what’s your fucking problem, iwa?” “don’t fucking piss me off.” “or what? gonna pout about it?” your teasing tone immediately drops when you feel your back slam against the door behind you, iwaizumi’s eyes are darker this time as his hands grab your wrists, pinning them beside you while he moves to bite at the sensitive spot on your neck before smoothing it over with his tongue. “you better watch that fucking mouth, doll.” you open your mouth to reply, but instead his lips latch onto your own— his tongue not giving you a chance to think, never mind speak as it slides along your own. your back arches against his chest as he groans into the kiss, only pulling away to scoff while you whine at the loss, before iwaizumi takes both of your wrists in one hand in favour of roughly grabbing your jaw instead. “you know he’ll never make you feel as fucking good as i do.”

ఌ SUNA glared at you tiredly as he lay back on his forearms “do you not have anything to say, rintarō?” suna only scoffs, rolling his eyes before he eventually speaks “are you done?” and you want to scream, but before you can you feel yourself stumbling towards him, his slender fingers moving to the base of your neck as you fall into his lap. you could whimper at the heated look he’s giving you, but you feel the tension in your shoulders melt when his lips meet yours instead, hearing him groan deeply as his tongue sloppily slides over your own at a lazy pace, one that always has you whimpering against him before he pulls away, admiring the hazy look in your eyes while you feel his fingers tighten around your throat. “still so pretty for being such a fucking brat.” suna drawls, and the slight loss of oxygen has your heart hammering against your chest as you almost stumble over an apology. his lips move to ghost yours once more causing you to whimper, his free hand moving to slap the flesh of your thigh before he smooths over the red skin “where’s that attitude now, huh?”

haikyuu x third year friendships ･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

+ bonus:

grocery store...date?

characters: bokuto, fem! reader, akaashi (briefly)

wc: 3.3k

warnings: none?

a/n: for the xoxo, valentine's collab by the i tried🌱 server; managed to post this while it's still valentine's day (in the pst time zone at least); also not proofread

Your hands are shaking, phone in a vice-like grip in your hand that’s lifted to your ear. The call ended a few seconds ago but all you can hear is your blood rushing. Your knuckles are probably a ghostly white by now, but you can’t seem to put the phone down. Bokuto called…that was a phone call from Bokuto…he called you. He called to ask you to accompany him to the grocery store. Hold on, the grocery store? Is that supposed to be a code word for something romantic?

You mull over all possible date ideas for today, Valentine’s Day, and the grocery store isn’t on the list. What’s romantic about that? You drop your phone on the couch, nerves permanently pooling in your stomach. You’re nervous to say the least, you feel it all the way to the tips of your fingers, so you wring your hands. If only you knew that you weren’t the only one losing their grip on sanity.

Bokuto paces back and forth as he waits for Akaashi to answer his call. Akaashi isn’t able to get a word out before Bokuto is babbling at 100 miles a minute. “IaskedheroutandIcan’tstopshaking.” Akaaashi bites back a laugh, because he knows exactly what Bokuto said, yet chooses to press further to make him all the more nervous.

“Bokuto-san, what did you say? If you want me to understand, you have to breathe through your words.” He hears the deep breath Bokuto takes, he can even hear the soft pitter-patter of Bokuto’s feet on the floor while he paces.

“I…asked…her…out.”

Akaashi knows you’ve both been pining for one another ever since you became friends. Everyone notices the stolen glances between the two of you. He had caught his friend side-eyeing you or flicking his gaze to you first in any group setting one too many times. Akaashi has known you longer than Bokuto, he knows your tells and can easily spot the difference in your gaze, no matter how slight, when you look at Bokuto. Your eyes soften, shoulders slumping as you relax in his presence, even the way you stand changes-your arms that were previously crossed over your chest now at your sides. You open up like a book, and he can read you easily.

If only Bokuto would catch on, because he notices how at ease his friend feels when he’s around you. So, it confuses him that Bokuto is currently wound tight, clearly panicking because he’s going to be alone with you. There’s a stark contrast between his usual easy-going nature when he’s around you and his current state-an absolute wreck. It’s not his first date, but you’d think otherwise had you been able to see him now.

“Bokuto-san, you’re usually so calm and collected around her. What’s different about today?”

“Akaashi, it’s Valentine’s Day!”

Akaashi fails to see the life-or-death situation his friend finds himself in. His phone pings to alert him of an incoming call. Glancing at the screen, he chuckles when he sees your name. “I’ll call you back Bokuto-san.”

Bokuto blurts out incoherent words before the line goes dead for a brief second while your call connects.

“Akaashi…I’m freaking out!”

This time, Akaashi doesn’t hide his laugh, to which you grimace. Talk about mean. “You know this isn’t a funny matter.”

“Let me guess, Bokuto called you to ask you out and you agreed?”

“That’s the thing! He asked me to go with him to a grocery store!”

Akaashi’s smile is frozen on his face. Bokuto hadn’t told him where he was going to take you, and a grocery store doesn’t exactly sound like it has “date potential”. “Gimme a sec.”

“Akaashi, wait!” Too late. He hangs up and dials Bokuto’s number.

“Bokuto-san, a grocery store?!”

Bokuto cringes and pulls the phone away from his ear. Once Akaashi’s voice has lowered, Bokuto continues, tone suddenly serious. “Look, it sounds ridiculous I know, but…but…hear me out. I was nervous okay. I know I’m calm around her, but we’ve never hung out alone, let alone go on a date! When we hang out it’s always been the three of us. I’ve been meaning to ask her out but every time I look at her the words that I spent hours rehearsing at night in bed, the confessions I’ve spent going over and over in my head the seconds before we meet up, it all disappears as soon as I look at her.” His tone softens by the time he’s done with his spiel, and Akaashi knows his intentions are in the right place. Bokuto’s intentions are always in the right place.

“So, why the grocery store?”

“I still haven’t got the courage to ask her out on an official date. I suppose asking her to accompany me to do mundane tasks will help me feel more at ease when it’s just the two of us.”

“Why are you so worried, Bokuto-san?”

“What if she’s disappointed by what she sees when we’re alone…that’s why I’m so nervous.”

Akaashi hums, and before ending the call he tries his best to console his worry-wart of a friend. “I think everything will be okay, Bokuto-san.”

Bokuto sighs deeply, feeling somewhat consoled. “Thanks, Akaashi.”

Their call ends, and Akaashi calls you back. “Before you say anything, I don’t think you have to worry about anything. Just…enjoy the moment. Deal?”

You’re stunned to say the least. “Alright, deal.”

Akaashi hangs up and collapses on the couch. Who knew playing cupid could be so exhausting?

So here you are, trusting your gut and your friend, waiting for Bokuto to pick you up from your home. You weren’t sure how to dress considering it is the grocery store, so you went with a casual yet very appropriate outfit given the holiday. You keep pacing from your couch to the window, antsy for his arrival. What would you even talk about?

You’re sure you’re wearing a trail into your floor after about the 6th time you’ve walked to the window in under 3 minutes. You’re about to turn back to your couch when, out of the corner of your eye, you see Bokuto’s car. Your heart races as you book it to the couch, sitting as if you had been calmly waiting and not on the verge of passing out.

With your foot’s incessant tapping and the sweat beginning to bead on your forehead you swear you’ll never forgive Akaashi for roping you into this. Your breath hitches when you hear light knocking against your door. You stand up and wipe the palms of your hands on your skirt, legs wobbly as you walk toward the door. You fill your lungs with air, hold it for a few seconds then exhale, and practically rip the door open and off its hinges. You shrug sheepishly. “Sorry.”

All Bokuto can do is stare at you with a stupidly enamored look on his face, words that had been on the tip of his tongue suddenly dissolving. His mouth hangs slightly open, and you gather what is probably the most courage you’ve ever had so you can take his chin within your thumb and forefinger to close his mouth.

You misinterpret his silence as judgment. You look yourself over and feel overdressed. “The skirt was a bad call huh? I knew it was too much.”

You’re about to head toward your room when Bokuto sputters out that he thinks you look fine. “Actually, more than fine. You’re pretty.” His eyes widen and he stumbles over his correction. “I mean you look pretty.” He inwardly groans and sweeps his arm out in a grand gesture, leading you out the door. “After you.”

You try to fight back the smile but it’s no use really. It’s hard not to smile around him. You step out to allow him to shut the door, then lock up afterward.

He holds his arm out for you to take, which you graciously clutch because you’re absolutely sure that if you walk without support, you’ll fall flat on your face. The walk to his car is uneventful, just as uneventful as the drive to the grocery store.

And by uneventful, I mean quiet. You can tell there’s tension between the two of you, and the only thing saving you is the music playing quietly in the car. You look out the window, hand clutching your skirt in a poor attempt to ground you.

“Bokuto…what do you have to get at the grocery store?” You turn to look at him while your hand lowers the window a bit to get rid of the suffocating feeling settling like a fog.

“Uh, groceries.”

“Huh, you don’t say.”

Bokuto clears his throat and tightens his grip on the steering wheel. He hopes a wormhole opens up and swallows him, anything really. “I’m sorry. I’m just nervous.”

And for the first time you feel like you can be genuine with him, a smile gracing your lips as your eyes land on his side profile, gaze softening. “I am too, don’t worry.”

Bokuto’s eyes light up once he sees the market front, excited about the prospect of free samples. “Have you ever been here before?”

“I can’t say that I have.” You eye him curiously, wondering what put him in a good mood so suddenly.

He rushes out of the car and heads to your side, opening the door for you like the true gentleman he is. He leans closer to you as he excitedly tells you about the yummy free samples they offer. “I think they might even have chocolate considering what today is.” The boy practically drags you into the store as he tells you about all the food he’s tried here. His strides are longer than yours and you’re huffing embarrassingly loud by the time you’re both in the store.

He looks down at you and notices your flushed cheeks and smiles. “Sorry, I just can’t wait for you to try the stuff they give out.” And with a smile as warm as that you’re sure you’d forgive just about everything he could possibly put you through…everything short of anything illegal.

You had to have some dignity left.

He takes your hand, nerves and worries nothing but a distant memory now, as he leads you around the store. While you’re on the verge of combusting, Bokuto seems calm. He’s not as tense as he was when he was at your doorstep. You want to ask why, and if you did Bokuto would tell you that it’s because being with you is easy, it’s as easy as taking a breath of fresh air. But you don’t ask. You do ask what it was he needed from the grocery store.

“We can look for that later, let’s find the free samples first.” And you have no choice but to follow him because he’s got your hand firm in his grasp, but you wouldn’t dare tell him to let go. It’s not like you want to tell him to let go either, you’re content. So you let Bokuto pull you along, not wanting to pop the bubble of excitement he’s created for the two of you.

He spots a set up with an assortment of chocolates and skids to a stop. He stands behind you and places his hands on your shoulders. “Tell me you see it too.”

“The set up?”

He doesn’t even answer, just pushes you forward and lets you lead the way. The worker on the opposite side of you smiles and urges you both to try any piece of the small delicacies. Bokuto waits for you to pick one, and he grabs a different piece, claiming that this way you both can split it in half so you both get to try two different chocolates. You can’t argue with logic. You both take a bite out of the chocolates, then promptly trade.

“What do you think?”

You hum, still unsure of which one you liked best. “I think I like yours better.”

He shakes his head, adamant about your pick being better. You concede, because again, who are you to deny him of anything when he’s looking at you so intensely. He’s smitten with you, and just like you’d do anything for him, he’d do anything for you. Ask him for the moon and he’ll ask where he can buy a rocket ship. Ask him for flowers that only grow in some remote part of the country and he’d be on the first flight there. Ask him to stop the world and he’ll figure it out.

So, while Bokuto pulls you along from kiosk to kiosk, trying every confection available, spouting about what flavors he likes best and hanging onto every word you speak, you realize there is nothing to be nervous about. Because my god he is easy to get along with. He could have met you last week and he’d make you feel like he’s known you for years.

You stare up at him, a soft smile curving your lips as you watch him eat yet another sample. He looks down and sees the dessert he handed you still in the palm of your hand. “You didn’t even try it,” and you hear the pout in his voice.

“Sorry,” your cheeks feel warm as you look down and split the dessert in half. You place the bigger half in his palm and pop your half into your mouth before he can protest about you giving him the bigger piece.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you giving me the bigger piece. You get the next one, okay?” You look around and hope Bokuto does too because you don’t think he’s noticed that this is the last table of free samples.

“Bokuto, we’ve already made our way around the whole store!” You don’t fight the urge to laugh this time. You turn him toward the exit of the store. “See? There aren’t any more samples to try.”

“There are…if you’re a new customer.”

You nod your head. “Right, but we’re not. They’ll recognize us in an instant, Bo.”

He short circuits at the nickname, craving to hear you call him that again. He never knew a name could sound so heavenly the way his just did, and he swears he could propose to you then and there.

You nudge him with your elbow, hoping to catch his attention. “Bokuto?”

That definitely snaps him out of it, though his full surname sounds just as pretty when spoken by you. “They won’t recognize us if we have a disguise.”

You chew on your bottom lip, hating the way you’re already willing to cave. Plus, you’re curious to see how far he’ll take this. “Okay, count me in.”

Again, you’re dragged by Bokuto, his warm hand encasing your own as he pulls you toward his car. He unlocks the passenger side door so he can shuffle through the things in the glove compartment. Finding a pair of sunglasses, he smiles in delight as he hands them to you. He then checks the trunk, hoping to find anything. There isn’t much that’ll help, and you deduce that in under 5 minutes you’ll both be getting kicked out of the store, but why not let him have his fun.

He pulls out a jacket and a baseball cap, placing it on his head as he tries to hide his hair. He finds an extra pair of shades and puts those on while motioning for you to put on the pair he handed you moments ago. He’s about to hand you the jacket when you stop him. “It’ll be too big on me Bo, it’ll make us look even more suspicious than we already do.”

He shrugs, smiling at you with a childlike innocence as he takes your hand in his again. “What if I wait outside?” His smile falls.

“But I wanna go with you.”

“I know but if you go in by yourself, they may not recognize you. If I go, they definitely will.”

By now you both are standing off to the side of the entrance of the store. You can actually see the cogs turning in Bokuto’s brain, formulating some kind of plan. “Okay, I’ll sneak out some samples for you then.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You squeeze his hand before he lets go and saunters into the store, his walk a little too forced to seem nonchalant. So, you wait, and while you do, you start timing him, checking your phone every so often to see how much time has passed. He’s managed to be in there for five minutes with his ridiculous charade, and you can’t believe he’s gotten away with it this far.

You’re about to peek in when the glass doors slide open and out comes Bokuto…accompanied by a security guard.

Your lips quiver as you try to hold in your laugh, not wanting to anger the security guard who doesn’t look pleased with the wide-eyed man in front of you. Bokuto apologizes and is let go, and as soon as the security guard is out of ear shot you both burst into a fit of laughter. Tears spring to both yours and his eyes as you clutch your stomach, the giggles getting the best of you.

Bokuto lets the laughter fade, and he just watches as you wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes, completely in love. It’s now or never, he thinks. And before you turn your attention to him, he blurts out his confession.

“I like you!”

You freeze, unsure if he said what you think he just said. It sounds like a confession, it made you feel like you were just confessed to, but…is it a confession? Slowly, you look at him. And there he is, offering you half of a piece of chocolate, already somewhat melted from the warmth of his palm. So, he did manage to grab one sample.

“As in…”

He finishes your sentence for you, nodding his head desperately, hoping you understand what he means, hoping you can feel what he’s feeling in the moment-fear, adoration, and maybe a little bit of nausea. Okay, so he hopes you don’t feel everything he’s feeling.

You close the gap between you, moving his arm aside because the chocolate is far too melted to eat now, and cup his face in your hand. You crane your neck, tilting his head so you can press a kiss to his cheek. Bokuto swears he’s about to pass out, feeling incredibly lightheaded once he feels your soft lips against the skin of his cheek. “Thank you,”

You snort, quirking an eyebrow as you stare at the man before you. “For what?

“For giving me a kiss.” He’s got a lovesick grin on his face, eyes practically hearts as he stares at you dopily. Looking down, he notices the chocolate has completely melted. “I guess you don’t want the chocolate anymore, do you?”

You take his other hand and lead him to the car, where you’re sure you had seen anti-bacterial wipes in his trunk, and shake your head in response to his question. “Nope, but I will go on a date with you. To be fair though, this was pretty fun, and it was funny seeing you get kicked out.”

He lets out a laugh as he opens his trunk, and you grab a wipe before he can. Holding his hand in yours, you begin cleaning up the mess he’s made. “Speaking of,” he starts, so you tilt your head up to look at him while he speaks. He takes the sunglasses off your face and tosses them into the trunk, not really caring whether they break, he just wants to see your pretty eyes. “I was banned from the store.”

Your eyes crinkle as you laugh again, unapologetically so. And Bokuto finds comfort in the fact that you feel comfortable enough around him that you don’t have to fake a laugh or hide your smile. He mirrors your smile, unable to peel his eyes away from you. And when that feeling he gets around you settles in his chest, he knows in his heart that this isn’t something casual or some fling. It’s permanent, and he’ll spend his whole life making sure it stays that way.